Out For Justice - IV. "A Champion... A Godsend"
Jan 19, 2018 19:44:59 GMT -8
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Post by CWD Staff on Jan 19, 2018 19:44:59 GMT -8
JAN. 19, 2018
Los Angeles, California
(3,400)
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DARK MATCH:
Broseph -vs- Deacon Crane
Winner: Broseph by Pinfall in 13 Minutes and 04 seconds
GWD cameras take us to the parking garage where we see Tapioca Joe trying to dodge a sea of tabloid reporters and fans as he enters the building. Once in the doors and away from the screaming fans Joe is greeted by Ethan Roerich himself.
ETHAN ROERICH: Joe! Just the man I was looking for. It's a serious circus out there isn't it?
TAP: Mister Roerich, good to see you again.
The two men shake hands.
TAP: And please call me Tap.
ETHAN ROERICH: The pleasure is all mine. Are you prepared for tonight? I expect a solid contest between you two.
TAP: Yes indeed I am. The most prepared you can get against an opponent such as Mark Storm. The young man is good...his actions are questionable but there is no denying his talent.
The two continue walking through the halls, passing vending machines and staff members.
ETHAN ROERICH: Questionable? How so? He's rather entertaining regardless.
TAP: There's a fine line between entertainment and poor sportsmanship, Mister Roerich.
ETHAN ROERICH: You yourself, are entertaining as well. I like what you've done so far, the work ethic is there and the fans have really taken a liking to you. If you were to win the GWD American Justice Championship tonight, you could really be big draw. Ethan and Tap stop walking and stare another down, contemplating each others words.
TAP: I appreciate that. I've in this sport a long time and fully understand how it ticks. If there is one thing I'm here for, above all else, is for the great GWD fans. It is them that we owe. It is every fan that purchases a ticket and/or watches at home that I do this for.
The fans be heard chanting Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! off screen faintly. Ethan smiles.
ETHAN ROERICH: Good to hear. And now, I'm sure you, like many others feel I shouldn't let certain things fly, but the way I see it, it's survival of the fittest around here. The name of the game is winning and surviving. Cheaters never prosper and they eventually get caught. But a true mat technician, they adapt to their environment. You know that. I know that. Storm knows that. You two are going to put on one hell of a show tonight, I just know it.
Rubbing his stubbled face, Tap allows his thoughts to clear before proceeding.
TAP: Its not my place to tell you how to run your business, Mr. Roerich. I'd be a fool to tell the boss how to do his job. But making sure that things stay on an even playing field...well I consider that my job.
ETHAN ROERICH: Exactly. Go out there and ensure the butts arrive and stay in their seats. You're big time player here, whether you realize it or not. Tonight you can make history.
The grizzled veteran can't help but to chuckle.
TAP: I appreciate the vote of confidence, Mr. Roerich. Better saved for some of the rookies, but I appreciate it nonetheless.
ETHAN ROERICH: Don't mention it.
Ethan heads down a separate corridor as his cell phone starts to ring. Cameras fade out as Tap continues down the hall.
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: I'm Dynamite Rollins and life is not a joke. Last week we were in the presence of God himself.
MINX: Last week, we witnessed history yet again. Sammy "The Lion" Duke a known talent around the independent circuit was suckered into a contract from Ethan Roerich and--
DYNAMITE: And now he's got the honors of taming the Nameless beast. Good luck with that one. I think Mr. Roerich is giving him a great opportunity.
MINX: He's dangling an invisible carrot.
DYNAMITE: Whatever he's doing it's working.
MINX: We also will see another championship defense tonight when Tapioca Joe who earned this opportunity last week tries to humble our very egotistical champion in, Mark Storm.
DYNAMITE: Egotistical? What are you paying attention to? Mark Storm is a hero!
MINX: He has done nothing heroic. Even his victories are quesitonable.
DYNAMITE: They are a display of his godly powers. He starts and finishes when he pleases.
MINX: I still think Chris Crippler had his number in that match. It took a--
DYNAMITE: It took a well executed strategy.
The Champ's music hits and the fans roar with boos as Mark Storm makes his way down the aisle with the GWD American Justice Championship hanging over his shoulder. Dressed casually in a black suit with a red tie, Storm strides past fans with a smug look on his face.
MINX: Many are skeptical about his ability to be a true champion.
DYNAMITE: There is no one more true than Mark Storm.
Storm stands in the center of the ring with a microphone to his lips.
MARK STORM: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, standing before you is God himself and I advise you all to shut your mouths, listen carefully, and grab the knee pads from underneath your seats. To the fans at home that are purchasing this event, rise from your couch, stop whatever pointless thing it is that you are doing and I would like for you to join each and every fan here in Los Angeles in a moment of prayer. Bow your heads, clasps your hands, drop your knees, and humble yourselves!
The GWD Fans go absolutely insane with boos and disapproval. Mark Storm is definitely the most hated man in this current moment.
MARK STORM: Tonight I will prove myself not only as your champion and your hero, but as a godsend!
GWD FANS: BOOOOOO!!! ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ...... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... BOOOOOO!!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ...... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... BOOOOOO!!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ...... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... BOOOOOO!!! ...
MARK STORM: And while god sent me, he has also sent this demon who goes by the name of Tapioca Joe.
The fans erupt with cheers.
MARK STORM: So you all love rice pudding from what I can see--
The GWD fans continue, even louder now.
MINX: Wow I can't even hear myself think.
DYNAMITE: They should show more respect, they are in the presence of God!
GWD FANS: BOOOOOO!!! ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ...... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... BOOOOOO!!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ...... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... BOOOOOO!!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ...... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... BOOOOOO!!! ...
Mark Storm can't get a word in and he eventually drops the microphone and leaves ringside.
The Champ's music hits and the fans roar with boos as Mark Storm makes his way down the aisle with the GWD American Justice Championship hanging over his shoulder. Dressed casually in a black suit with a red tie, Storm strides past fans with a smug look on his face.
MINX: Many are skeptical about his ability to be a true champion.
DYNAMITE: There is no one more true than Mark Storm.
Storm stands in the center of the ring with a microphone to his lips.
MARK STORM: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, standing before you is God himself and I advise you all to shut your mouths, listen carefully, and grab the knee pads from underneath your seats. To the fans at home that are purchasing this event, rise from your couch, stop whatever pointless thing it is that you are doing and I would like for you to join each and every fan here in Los Angeles in a moment of prayer. Bow your heads, clasps your hands, drop your knees, and humble yourselves!
The GWD Fans go absolutely insane with boos and disapproval. Mark Storm is definitely the most hated man in this current moment.
MARK STORM: Tonight I will prove myself not only as your champion and your hero, but as a godsend!
GWD FANS: BOOOOOO!!! ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ...... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... BOOOOOO!!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ...... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... BOOOOOO!!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ...... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... BOOOOOO!!! ...
MARK STORM: And while god sent me, he has also sent this demon who goes by the name of Tapioca Joe.
The fans erupt with cheers.
MARK STORM: So you all love rice pudding from what I can see--
The GWD fans continue, even louder now.
MINX: Wow I can't even hear myself think.
DYNAMITE: They should show more respect, they are in the presence of God!
GWD FANS: BOOOOOO!!! ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ...... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... BOOOOOO!!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ...... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... BOOOOOO!!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ...... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... ... ASSS..HOOOOLE!! ... BOOOOOO!!! ...
Mark Storm can't get a word in and he eventually drops the microphone and leaves ringside.
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
LYOTO SILVA: Entering first, weighing in at 120 pounds.....ADI GOLD!!
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[- SINGLE'S CONTEST -]
Adi Gold -vs- Melody Marshall
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Inside the arena, the lights dim and the a blue hue takes over the stage / ramp area. Smoke fills the entrance way as emerging through it to the sounds of "Into The Fire" By Asking Alexandria is Melody Marshall. She is introduced the ring announcer as she slaps the hands of some lucky fans ringside before sliding into the ring. She kneels down and points a finger in the air as streamers fall atop her.
LYOTO SILVA: Her opponent, weighing in at 119 pounds, MELODY MARSHALLL!!!
DING! DING! DING!
The match begins with Gold arguing with Marshall in the center of the ring. She explains who her father is and speaks of her family repeatedly until finally Melody Marshall hits Gold with a clothesline and the fans give Melody a huge pop for it. Gold stumbles away from Melody Marshall a little dazed but Marshall is right behind her and lands a big splash in the corner. Melody Marshall steps awya briefly, but marches forward shortly after is met by a resiliant back elbow from Adi Gold. Gold grabs Marshall quickly and slams her to the canvas via a running bulldog! With Marshall going through the pain on the ring canvas, Adi Gold taunts the fans.
DYNAMITE: Do it bold, do it Gold. The only way to go in life. I'm even wearing an all gold belt buckle tonight in honor of the Gold name.
MINX: We are glad to see you are a fan of something Rollins.
Adi Gold approaches Marshall and Marshall is quick to her feet and standing her ground. Adi's confidence drops a little and she slows her pace, thinking twice before moving forward. Marshall is first to move, locking up with Adi Gold in a collar and elbow tie up that Gold quickly ends with a thumb to the eye of Melody Marshall. Marshall steps away to regroup but Adi Gold is hot on her tail with clubbing forearm strikes. Gold lands Marshall in the thigh before connecting with a roundhouse kick to the face. Gold makes the cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
MINX: That was a close one!
DYNAMITE: I hope to see Daugher Goldblum make it out a winner tonight. It crushed me to see her lose like that to Fiona.
MINX: That was one hell of a match!
Adi Gold throws Melody into the ring ropes, via the irish whip. Marshall returns and connects with a front dropkick that sends Adi Gold tumbling between the ring cables and to the outside. Marshall waits for Gold to rise to her feet before gaining momentum and connecting with a baseball slide. Adi Gold falls back into the guard rail. Marshall steps up and connects with a superkick! The fans pop at the sight of Adi Gold going lifeless on the outside and falling to the floor. They cheer on Melody Marshall as she guides Adi Gold back into the ring.
Melody Marshall lifts Adi Gold off of her feet and slams him to the canvas via a brainbuster. Marshall makes a quick cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Melody Marshall attempts to pull Adi Gold to her feet but Adi Gold instead pulls Melody Marshall down and into an inside cradle.
...1!...
...2!...
MINX: Hey ref! Gold's got the tights!
...3!...
PJ Ché jumps up to signal for the bell, but he notices Adi Gold releasing Melody Marshall's tights and he stops in the middle of his motion.
DYNAMITE: PJ may have a change of heart here.
Gold argues with PJ while he glares at her with skepticism. Melody Marshall flies in and attempts a running high knee but Adi Gold dodges the attack and instead plants stiff kick to the knee of Melody Marshall as soon as she plants her feet firmly on the canvas. Marshall eats the kick like a sack lunch and plows forward, grappling Adi Gold and slamming her via an exploder suplex. Melody Marshall makes the cover.
DYNAMITE: Oh no I can't look.
MINX: This one has got to be over here Rollins.
...1!...
...2!...
...ROPE BREAK!...
Adi Gold places her foot on the ring cable at the last second. PJ signals for the two count and the frustration sets in on Melody Marshall's face. She stays on the offensive with the crowd cheering her on.
MINX: Melody Marshall has to figure out a way to keep Adi Gold down.
DYNAMITE: Do it Bold.. Do it Gold!
MINX: Stop that.
Melody Marshall approaches Adi Gold, who is just now making it back to her feet. Adi Gold is smacked with a knife edge chop from Marshall, the echo forcing the crowd to shout, "WOOOO!" Marshall uses to irish whip to send Gold across the ring and into the ring cables. Gold shoots out with a full head of steam as Marshall doubles over. Before Marshall can perform a successful back body drop, Gold shoots in and drives her to the canvas via the fameasser! Adi Gold makes the cover.
DYNAMITE: This could be it Minx!
MINX: Perhaps.
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
The crowd pops in favor of Melody Marshall.
MINX: She's got no quit in her!
Adi Gold stalks Melody Marshall as she climbs to her feet. and slams her to the canvas using a spinebuster!
DYNAMITE: She calls that move there, the Gold Rush.
Adi Gold pulls Marshall back to her feet and before she can react, Marshall explodes to life and slams Adi Gold to the canvas via the dragon suplex! Melody Marshall makes another cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Marshall can't believe it and neither can the crowd. Marshall attempts to pull Gold to her feet but is pulled down into a small package.
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Both women make it to their feet at the same time and Adi Gold attempts a clothesline and it is ducked by Melody Marshall who then pulls Gold into a back grapple and marches forward. Gold smacks her chest and abdomen into the turnbuckles before rolling backward with Gold still in her grips. The two wind up on their feet again and Melody finishes her off executing a chaos theory! Marshal bridges and PJ drops to count,
...1!...
...2!...
...3!...
LYOTO SILVA: Here is your winner by pinfall... MELODY MARSHALLL!!!
MINX: Congrats to Melody in her debut.
DYNAMITE: She was quite the impressive competitor.
Marshall has her hand raised in victory and Adi Gold hits her with a dropkick to the knee. Adi continues to attack Melody and the cameras fade to a vignette as Officials head out to break up the scuffle in the center of the ring.
Adi Gold approaches Marshall and Marshall is quick to her feet and standing her ground. Adi's confidence drops a little and she slows her pace, thinking twice before moving forward. Marshall is first to move, locking up with Adi Gold in a collar and elbow tie up that Gold quickly ends with a thumb to the eye of Melody Marshall. Marshall steps away to regroup but Adi Gold is hot on her tail with clubbing forearm strikes. Gold lands Marshall in the thigh before connecting with a roundhouse kick to the face. Gold makes the cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
MINX: That was a close one!
DYNAMITE: I hope to see Daugher Goldblum make it out a winner tonight. It crushed me to see her lose like that to Fiona.
MINX: That was one hell of a match!
Adi Gold throws Melody into the ring ropes, via the irish whip. Marshall returns and connects with a front dropkick that sends Adi Gold tumbling between the ring cables and to the outside. Marshall waits for Gold to rise to her feet before gaining momentum and connecting with a baseball slide. Adi Gold falls back into the guard rail. Marshall steps up and connects with a superkick! The fans pop at the sight of Adi Gold going lifeless on the outside and falling to the floor. They cheer on Melody Marshall as she guides Adi Gold back into the ring.
Melody Marshall lifts Adi Gold off of her feet and slams him to the canvas via a brainbuster. Marshall makes a quick cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Melody Marshall attempts to pull Adi Gold to her feet but Adi Gold instead pulls Melody Marshall down and into an inside cradle.
...1!...
...2!...
MINX: Hey ref! Gold's got the tights!
...3!...
PJ Ché jumps up to signal for the bell, but he notices Adi Gold releasing Melody Marshall's tights and he stops in the middle of his motion.
DYNAMITE: PJ may have a change of heart here.
Gold argues with PJ while he glares at her with skepticism. Melody Marshall flies in and attempts a running high knee but Adi Gold dodges the attack and instead plants stiff kick to the knee of Melody Marshall as soon as she plants her feet firmly on the canvas. Marshall eats the kick like a sack lunch and plows forward, grappling Adi Gold and slamming her via an exploder suplex. Melody Marshall makes the cover.
DYNAMITE: Oh no I can't look.
MINX: This one has got to be over here Rollins.
...1!...
...2!...
...ROPE BREAK!...
Adi Gold places her foot on the ring cable at the last second. PJ signals for the two count and the frustration sets in on Melody Marshall's face. She stays on the offensive with the crowd cheering her on.
MINX: Melody Marshall has to figure out a way to keep Adi Gold down.
DYNAMITE: Do it Bold.. Do it Gold!
MINX: Stop that.
Melody Marshall approaches Adi Gold, who is just now making it back to her feet. Adi Gold is smacked with a knife edge chop from Marshall, the echo forcing the crowd to shout, "WOOOO!" Marshall uses to irish whip to send Gold across the ring and into the ring cables. Gold shoots out with a full head of steam as Marshall doubles over. Before Marshall can perform a successful back body drop, Gold shoots in and drives her to the canvas via the fameasser! Adi Gold makes the cover.
DYNAMITE: This could be it Minx!
MINX: Perhaps.
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
The crowd pops in favor of Melody Marshall.
MINX: She's got no quit in her!
Adi Gold stalks Melody Marshall as she climbs to her feet. and slams her to the canvas using a spinebuster!
DYNAMITE: She calls that move there, the Gold Rush.
Adi Gold pulls Marshall back to her feet and before she can react, Marshall explodes to life and slams Adi Gold to the canvas via the dragon suplex! Melody Marshall makes another cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Marshall can't believe it and neither can the crowd. Marshall attempts to pull Gold to her feet but is pulled down into a small package.
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Both women make it to their feet at the same time and Adi Gold attempts a clothesline and it is ducked by Melody Marshall who then pulls Gold into a back grapple and marches forward. Gold smacks her chest and abdomen into the turnbuckles before rolling backward with Gold still in her grips. The two wind up on their feet again and Melody finishes her off executing a chaos theory! Marshal bridges and PJ drops to count,
...1!...
...2!...
...3!...
DING! DING! DING!
LYOTO SILVA: Here is your winner by pinfall... MELODY MARSHALLL!!!
MINX: Congrats to Melody in her debut.
DYNAMITE: She was quite the impressive competitor.
Marshall has her hand raised in victory and Adi Gold hits her with a dropkick to the knee. Adi continues to attack Melody and the cameras fade to a vignette as Officials head out to break up the scuffle in the center of the ring.
MINX: Up next we will see Chris Crippler going up against our resident comedian, Fiona.
DYNAMITE: She's quite the character. I saw her at the catering table today and she was one of the funniest people I've ever met.
MINX: I hope her since of humor will help her tonight.
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[- SINGLE'S CONTEST -]
Chris Crippler -vs- Fiona
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Fiona stands in the ring awaiting the arrival of 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.
LYOTO SILVA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 256 pounds...CHRIS CRIPPLER!!!
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.
DING! DING! DING!The match begins with Fiona charging toward Chris Crippler immediately and Chris Crippler responds with a kick to the stomach that flows perfectly into a DDT!
MINX: That's the Crippler DDT! Fiona is buzzard bait.
DYNAMITE: It's burnt edges for Fiona.
Chris Crippler hooks the leg as he makes the cover. Nicole Bender drops down to count,
...1!...
...2!...
...3!...
DING! DING! DING!
DYNAMITE: Chris Crippler has got to be upset after he lost via two low blows from our champion.
The music hits and Chris Crippler has his hand raised in victory and he quickly jerks his arm away from the official and exits the ring. On his way up the aisle he spots Ethan Roerich stepping through the curtain and the fans erupt into a chorus of cheers for the GWD Creator, Ethan Roerich as he makes his way to the ring in style as usual. He stops in the middle of the aisle and hands a couple hundred dollars to a mother with a group of children around her before continuing to the ring. He enters the ring and removes a microphone from his back pocket before bringing it to his lips.
ETHAN ROERICH: GWD fanbase... allow me to force you into your pockets to shovel out more money because I have an idea that is going to be golden for the roster and for you all. We have a champion who is well on his way to claiming the honors of being considered a wrestling God, but I see all of the talent on the roster with the potential of reaching immortality and what Mark Storm needs is something to keep him in check. I am going to create a checks and balances system, and at Puroresu we are going to give a crown to the one who proves they deserve it. At Puroresu we are going to have an Immortal Kingdom match to crown our first ever, Immortal Kingdom Crown. Ten GWD superstars will compete in a match with two rules. Climb the ladder and retrieve the crown to end it all or competitors can choose to pin each other to eliminate each other. Both options are legal and whoever grabs the crown will be the Immortal Kingdom Crown holder and the ultimate number one contender to the GWD American Justice Championship!
The crowd pops.
GWD FANS: GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ...
ETHAN ROERICH: That's right, the Immortal Kingdom holder may arrive at anytime and issue a challenge to the GWD American Justice champion at any time within forty-five days of "wearing" it. After forty-five days prepare to defend it.
MINX: This is huge news!
The fans pop once again.
GWD FANS: GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! ... GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! GWD! ...
DYNAMITE: Roerich has done it again.
MINX: Sometimes I can't decide what he's doing, but he always makes up for his decisions with more solid decisions.
DYNAMITE: The boss is a risk taker. You've got to respect it.
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Ethan Roerich thanks the crowd and realizes he doesn't need to go any further and simply exits with the crowd still chanting heavily and showing the ultimate respect.
Our cameras take us backstage to the catering service area of the venue. Gail McKenna and Peter Roth are seen conversing over a plate of pizza rolls with the camera crew and audio crew they usually run with in the nearby spots taking a break. In the distance near electrical crates and metal cases we see Britney Anders, up to no good as usual she's got a smug grin on her face. What's on her mind we are all left to wonder, but it definitely can't be good for whoever she plans on unleashing her plans on. A handsome as usual, Dean Crane enters the frame pushing a shopping cart with a sheet over the top. What was being hiddden? What were these two plotting? Deacon Crane and Anders exchange a few words, but we can't make out what they are saying. Eventually the two sneak away from view leaving the reporters and the film crew to carry on without ever being bothered.
Joe Esposito’s “You’re the Best Around” kicks on prompting the appearance of the heart of a lion, the man of the people, Sammy Duke himself! Sammy shot his arms up in the air, sending the crowd into loud uproar as they shadow his movements!
Sammy kept 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.
Once in the ring, Sammy shot his arms up a final time, being mirrored by the crowd as he did so while the theme upbeat, inspirational theme faded to the background while he gets a mic.
DYNAMITE: This guy is like a walking after school special.
Minx: You say that like it’s a bad thing. Personally I think it’s nice that he’s such an upstanding individual. Plus, he’s pretty brave……
SAMMY DUKE: What’s up LA?! I made it official two weeks ago that I was here at least through Puroresu, after meeting everyone in the back, and out there, in that crowd, each and every one of you!
Sammy holds out his hand, pointer finger extended as he spins around in the ring, pointing at every fan in the building! Of course to a Los Angeles sized pop!
SAMMY DUKE: Now, when I signed that deal two weeks ago with Mr. Roerich, I was excited to compete right here, in this very ring! To heck with Britney Anders and her money, she can take that ten grand and shove it! I don’t need her to stand with me when I have --
MINX: Listen to these people! They love professional wrestling’s Lion!
Sammy looks around, surprised, awe-struck, as a warm feeling slowly moves across his heart. Metaphorically speaking of course, since you can’t physically see it. Not without an EKG, anyway I guess...
SAMMY DUKE: Aww, you guys! I love all of you! But...I signed to compete here, yet Mr. Roerich never gave me a match to warm up for, for… *gulp* the monster Nameless at Puroresu!! Have you seen him?! I’m like, as big around as his arm!
DYNAMITE: Ha! That’s pretty good. Shame he doesn’t have a fight tonight though…
MINX: Maybe that’s by-design? Ethan Roerich must be saving Sammy, making sure he’s a hundred percent for the big match.
SAMMY DUKE: Well, I need to stay in tippy top ring shape! I have to be on my A-game if I even want a sliver of hope in defeating this monster among men! So if Mr. Roerich won’t give me a match...then I want anyone, I don’t care who it is, the first person to step out from behind that curtain and walk down this aisle, Sammy “the Lion” is itching for a fight! These people all deserve to see me do, what I do best! Compete! Entertain! To deliver a show!
MINX: I don’t know how good of an idea this is, Sammy…
DYNAMITE: Right?! There’s no telling who is standing back there, what kind of mood they’re in!
MINX: What if it’s Nameless?!
DYNAMITE: Well then I guess it’s Christmas, or Puroresu, come early…
The camera jump cuts to the entrance area as the arena falls silent in anticipation. But nothing played. No tron, music, not even an appearance…
SAMMY DUKE: Come on, someone is back there I just know it! I know I’m “The Lion”, but I promise I’m not scary like one…
The crowd explodes with a laugh for...waitaminute, was that a Sammy “Straight Fire Joke”?! *thinking emoji*
SAMMY DUKE: So come on! Let’s put on a show!
Suddenly the chants are breaking up as Neil Diamond’s “Coming to America” takes over the air waves!
MINX: !!!
DYNAMITE: No way...
As the opening of Neil Diamond's "Coming to America" starts off, a giant American Flag drops down from the ceiling, hanging over the talent entry way. GTA comes barging through the curtain like a contestant on a game show as the lights dim. Then, when he reaches the top of the aisle way, slowly he unfastens his robe to allow a single spotlight to illuminate his body, showing off his physique so chiseled it'd make the sculpture of Michelangelo blush. I mean y'know, if sculptures could actually physically blush. This brash display of narcissism of course does nothing to help the crowd get behind him…
Announcer: Introducing, from the good ol' U S of A, weighing in at two-hundred and sixteen pounds, he is "The All-American Boy" Geoffrey Thomas Anderson the Fifth....G! T! A!
GTA continues down the aisleway, urging this crowd to chant "U S A" (only because it sounds like "G T A"...but ssh, don't tell them that!). His attempts were for naught though, as they only returned a "Not My America" chant in response! The louder GTA got, the louder they would push back on him, until he finally got into the ring, most of the house lights going black again.
In the ring, slowly he'd lower his robe, first the left side. With a wink to all the ladies in the crowd, he'd then lower the right side, letting the robe fall to the mat as the spotlight returns, finally illuminating his full physique in all the true glory it deserved!
DYNAMITE: Well this is a shock. Arguably the best pure athlete to come through the doors of the GWD has re-emerged to answer Sammy Duke’s open challenge!
MINX: Sammy hasn’t faced an athlete the caliber of GTA either, I’m not sure he’s ready for a test of this magnitude. Not this soon into his young career, anyway…
Sammy took a step back nodding at his illustrious opponent’s grandiose entrance as the bell finally rang.
GTA approaches Sammy, taking a quick arm drag slinging him to the mat from Sammy, who stood proud of himself for the first shot! GTA stumbled back to his feet, an attempt at playing it off like he tripped but...no one was buying that. The two meet up close again, this time with GTA taking Sammy by the arm, and planting him to the mat with a hard hip toss, transitioned into a shoulderlock. Sammy kicks his feet and stomps them on the mat, almost willing himself back up to his feet. A fast elbow strike to the gut of GTA winds him, then another, before GTA finally takes Sammy by the arm and tosses him aside with an arm drag of his own!
DYNAMITE: Smart move by GTA there, he knew Sammy was fighting out of the hold anyway, so he made the most of it and released Sammy on his own terms.
MINX: Well he is a fifth generation star...I’d hope that he picked up at least a couple of tricks along the way.
Sammy sits up with a slight rub of his arm. GTA’s throw was crisp, expertly done, almost like a work of art you could appreciate, he thought.
Sammy shook his head and got back to his feet, he wasn’t going to let this long standing athlete get into his head already. GTA on the other hand, wasted no with a stiff back kick to Sammy’s face, knocking him back to a seated position. GTA then hit the ropes, coming back to Sammy and finding his mark with a double barreled dropkick to the face! The impact sent Sammy straight back to the mat while GTA nonchalantly slid into an elementary cover, hooking the far leg as he did;
...1!...
...2!...
Sammy kicks out!
Sammy was slow to sit up, still feeling the effects of that dropkick to the face.
MINX: Sammy is learning the hard way that GTA is cool, calm, and collected in a fight. He’s got this well under control and Sammy may have
bitten off more than he can chew.
DYNAMITE: You might be right. Was Ethan Roerich wrong in standing with Sammy’s spunk?
GTA is much quicker to get to his feet, and he grabs Sammy by his short blonde hair and drags him up with him. He throws him into the corner, which prompts Sammy to snap out of the daze in time to stop himself from smashing into the the corner. Instead he jumps up onto the second rope, then steps up to the top! But GTA is quick to follow him in and halt his momentum with a clubbing strike to Sammy’s back! The distraction causes Sammy to lose his balance which GTA capitalizes on as he quickly steps up and wraps his arms around Sammy’s waist, hurling him backwards to the mat with a release belly-to-back suplex!
MINX: Oomph! That was a nasty, nasty landing!
DYNAMITE: At least his neck broke his fall. Waitaminute.
GTA stood tall atop the turnbuckle, much to the chagrin of the Los Angeles crowd in attendance. They seem unhappy, he thought. So, setting out to “fix that”, GTA brought both of his arms up and flexed, showing off his eight reasons why he’s such a God-given treasure to mankind’s existence! His majestic abs flexed, almost dancing under the arena lights, and this did nothing but serve to only further incite the crowd’s angst!
Sammy kept 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!"
Once in the ring, Sammy shot his arms up a final time, being mirrored by the crowd as he did so while the theme upbeat, inspirational theme faded to the background while he gets a mic.
DYNAMITE: This guy is like a walking after school special.
Minx: You say that like it’s a bad thing. Personally I think it’s nice that he’s such an upstanding individual. Plus, he’s pretty brave……
SAMMY DUKE: What’s up LA?! I made it official two weeks ago that I was here at least through Puroresu, after meeting everyone in the back, and out there, in that crowd, each and every one of you!
Sammy holds out his hand, pointer finger extended as he spins around in the ring, pointing at every fan in the building! Of course to a Los Angeles sized pop!
SAMMY DUKE: Now, when I signed that deal two weeks ago with Mr. Roerich, I was excited to compete right here, in this very ring! To heck with Britney Anders and her money, she can take that ten grand and shove it! I don’t need her to stand with me when I have --
“STAND WITH SAMMY!”
“STAND WITH SAMMY!”
“STAND WITH SAMMY!”
MINX: Listen to these people! They love professional wrestling’s Lion!
Sammy looks around, surprised, awe-struck, as a warm feeling slowly moves across his heart. Metaphorically speaking of course, since you can’t physically see it. Not without an EKG, anyway I guess...
SAMMY DUKE: Aww, you guys! I love all of you! But...I signed to compete here, yet Mr. Roerich never gave me a match to warm up for, for… *gulp* the monster Nameless at Puroresu!! Have you seen him?! I’m like, as big around as his arm!
DYNAMITE: Ha! That’s pretty good. Shame he doesn’t have a fight tonight though…
MINX: Maybe that’s by-design? Ethan Roerich must be saving Sammy, making sure he’s a hundred percent for the big match.
SAMMY DUKE: Well, I need to stay in tippy top ring shape! I have to be on my A-game if I even want a sliver of hope in defeating this monster among men! So if Mr. Roerich won’t give me a match...then I want anyone, I don’t care who it is, the first person to step out from behind that curtain and walk down this aisle, Sammy “the Lion” is itching for a fight! These people all deserve to see me do, what I do best! Compete! Entertain! To deliver a show!
MINX: I don’t know how good of an idea this is, Sammy…
DYNAMITE: Right?! There’s no telling who is standing back there, what kind of mood they’re in!
MINX: What if it’s Nameless?!
DYNAMITE: Well then I guess it’s Christmas, or Puroresu, come early…
The camera jump cuts to the entrance area as the arena falls silent in anticipation. But nothing played. No tron, music, not even an appearance…
SAMMY DUKE: Come on, someone is back there I just know it! I know I’m “The Lion”, but I promise I’m not scary like one…
The crowd explodes with a laugh for...waitaminute, was that a Sammy “Straight Fire Joke”?! *thinking emoji*
SAMMY DUKE: So come on! Let’s put on a show!
“STAND WITH SAMMY!”
*clap, clap, clapclapclap*
Suddenly the chants are breaking up as Neil Diamond’s “Coming to America” takes over the air waves!
MINX: !!!
DYNAMITE: No way...
As the opening of Neil Diamond's "Coming to America" starts off, a giant American Flag drops down from the ceiling, hanging over the talent entry way. GTA comes barging through the curtain like a contestant on a game show as the lights dim. Then, when he reaches the top of the aisle way, slowly he unfastens his robe to allow a single spotlight to illuminate his body, showing off his physique so chiseled it'd make the sculpture of Michelangelo blush. I mean y'know, if sculptures could actually physically blush. This brash display of narcissism of course does nothing to help the crowd get behind him…
Announcer: Introducing, from the good ol' U S of A, weighing in at two-hundred and sixteen pounds, he is "The All-American Boy" Geoffrey Thomas Anderson the Fifth....G! T! A!
GTA continues down the aisleway, urging this crowd to chant "U S A" (only because it sounds like "G T A"...but ssh, don't tell them that!). His attempts were for naught though, as they only returned a "Not My America" chant in response! The louder GTA got, the louder they would push back on him, until he finally got into the ring, most of the house lights going black again.
In the ring, slowly he'd lower his robe, first the left side. With a wink to all the ladies in the crowd, he'd then lower the right side, letting the robe fall to the mat as the spotlight returns, finally illuminating his full physique in all the true glory it deserved!
DYNAMITE: Well this is a shock. Arguably the best pure athlete to come through the doors of the GWD has re-emerged to answer Sammy Duke’s open challenge!
MINX: Sammy hasn’t faced an athlete the caliber of GTA either, I’m not sure he’s ready for a test of this magnitude. Not this soon into his young career, anyway…
Sammy took a step back nodding at his illustrious opponent’s grandiose entrance as the bell finally rang.
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[- Sammy Duke Open Challenge -]
[- Sammy Duke Open Challenge -]
Sammy Duke -vs- Geoffrey Thomas Anderson V
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GTA approaches Sammy, taking a quick arm drag slinging him to the mat from Sammy, who stood proud of himself for the first shot! GTA stumbled back to his feet, an attempt at playing it off like he tripped but...no one was buying that. The two meet up close again, this time with GTA taking Sammy by the arm, and planting him to the mat with a hard hip toss, transitioned into a shoulderlock. Sammy kicks his feet and stomps them on the mat, almost willing himself back up to his feet. A fast elbow strike to the gut of GTA winds him, then another, before GTA finally takes Sammy by the arm and tosses him aside with an arm drag of his own!
DYNAMITE: Smart move by GTA there, he knew Sammy was fighting out of the hold anyway, so he made the most of it and released Sammy on his own terms.
MINX: Well he is a fifth generation star...I’d hope that he picked up at least a couple of tricks along the way.
Sammy sits up with a slight rub of his arm. GTA’s throw was crisp, expertly done, almost like a work of art you could appreciate, he thought.
Sammy shook his head and got back to his feet, he wasn’t going to let this long standing athlete get into his head already. GTA on the other hand, wasted no with a stiff back kick to Sammy’s face, knocking him back to a seated position. GTA then hit the ropes, coming back to Sammy and finding his mark with a double barreled dropkick to the face! The impact sent Sammy straight back to the mat while GTA nonchalantly slid into an elementary cover, hooking the far leg as he did;
...1!...
...2!...
Sammy kicks out!
Sammy was slow to sit up, still feeling the effects of that dropkick to the face.
MINX: Sammy is learning the hard way that GTA is cool, calm, and collected in a fight. He’s got this well under control and Sammy may have
bitten off more than he can chew.
DYNAMITE: You might be right. Was Ethan Roerich wrong in standing with Sammy’s spunk?
GTA is much quicker to get to his feet, and he grabs Sammy by his short blonde hair and drags him up with him. He throws him into the corner, which prompts Sammy to snap out of the daze in time to stop himself from smashing into the the corner. Instead he jumps up onto the second rope, then steps up to the top! But GTA is quick to follow him in and halt his momentum with a clubbing strike to Sammy’s back! The distraction causes Sammy to lose his balance which GTA capitalizes on as he quickly steps up and wraps his arms around Sammy’s waist, hurling him backwards to the mat with a release belly-to-back suplex!
MINX: Oomph! That was a nasty, nasty landing!
DYNAMITE: At least his neck broke his fall. Waitaminute.
GTA stood tall atop the turnbuckle, much to the chagrin of the Los Angeles crowd in attendance. They seem unhappy, he thought. So, setting out to “fix that”, GTA brought both of his arms up and flexed, showing off his eight reasons why he’s such a God-given treasure to mankind’s existence! His majestic abs flexed, almost dancing under the arena lights, and this did nothing but serve to only further incite the crowd’s angst!
“STAND WITH SAMMY!”
*clap, clap, clapclapclap*
GTA was outraged! He gave these people a show! He allowed them the pleasure of seeing his majestic, god-carved body and appreciate his truly divine aura and he didn’t even charge them for the privilege! And here they were throwing it back on him, some even throwing their empty beer cups at him!
MINX: This crowd has no love for the egotistical Geoffrey Thomas Anderson…
DYNAMITE: I think the only person appreciative of him and his abs right now is Just Fiona!
“Forget you all!” he shouted out. He turned around, still on the top rope and looked down at Sammy. He took his arms, and positioned them such that it looked like he was holding a pump-action shotgun from the grand theft auto game, aiming the “gun” at Sammy and firing a mock shot. Sammy didn’t move. GTA knew his prey was down from the shot, so he “threw down” the shotgun, then leapt off in the air, his body colliding on top of Sammy’s with a beautiful five-forty splash (that’s one-and-a-half full rotations) back first!
But Sammy rolled out of the way at the last possible second, leaving GTA to plant himself spine-first on the mat!!!
MINX: That was beautiful! But Sammy is still alive.
DYNAMITE: But he’s gonna be feeling that for a week after this…
Sammy rested on his chest while GTA lay flat on his back, neither man moving into this exhibition. Sammy was first to push himself up onto his hands and knees. His breathing was short and rapid as his heart raced and thoughts creeped into his mind about what could have happened had he not moved. GTA was out on his back though, and if Sammy knew what was good for him, then he knew this was his best chance to take control. He pushed himself back to a vertical base and walked towards GTA’s legs, taking one in each hand. He delivered a pair of hard kicks to GTA’s left thigh, before then taking the left leg in both hands rolling through him, but keeping the hold on his leg. He pulls up on the leg as GTA begins to scream out, while Sammy forces the rolling legbar on his larger, narcissistic adversary!
“STAND WITH SAMMY!”
That was the chant from the first half of the arena. “TAAAAAAAAAPPPPP!!!” With that chance coming from the other!
MINX: Are they calling for a submission, or the appearance of Tapioca Joe?
GTA reached out for the ropes, but they were too far away! He placed his hands over his head as he tried preventing himself from tapping out, while Sammy kept pulling up on the leg!
DYNAMITE: Come on Sammy, don’t give up, you got this!
MINX: Don’t be a cheerleader.
GTA cringed as he tried to hold back the pain, before one last thrust of his legs finally sent Sammy off! Coincidentally the force from the shove sent Sammy into the corner, bouncing off the turnbuckles chest first! GTA slowly stretched his legs out, naturally as he tried to kick into second gear. This fight had gone on long enough, and it was time to end it! Sammy came stumbling out of the corner, prompting GTA to jump up and catch Sammy with the “Let Freedom Ring”, (the most beautiful Pelé Kick you ever saw)!! Sammy slumped over after the direct contact with his head, but GTA on the landing, his leg buckled under the impact his sudden, surely adrenaline-fueled jump, leaving him unable to capitalize on the fallen Sammy the Lion!
DYNAMITE: This started as an exhibition and now these two are putting on a clinic!
MINX: Well Sammy did promise a show...now I think I know what Ethan Roerich saw in this guy…
Slowly, GTA crawls towards Sammy, haphazardly draping a tired arm over Sammy’s body as the referee finally begins to count.
...1!...
...2!…
Sammy rolls the shoulder off the mat!!
MINX: You gotta be kidding me.
GTA sat up in total disbelief but the referee held strong in his insistence on it being only two. What would GTA have to do to put Sammy Duke away for good?!
GTA stood back up, dragging Sammy to his feet as he did so. He dragged him to the corner then, with his hand holding the back of Sammy’s head, shoved it into the middle turnbuckle pad! And again! And ag - no, Sammy finally fights free with an elbow to the face, the majestically sculpted facial features of GTA!! GTA stumbled back, and Sammy spun around, running right at GTA! But GTA took him by the arm, and whipped him into the opposite corner! GTA followed him in, but to his shock, Sammy stepped up the corner first on the middle rope, then to the top! Sammy from the top rope did a backflip over GTA, who smashed into the turnbuckles chest first, then on landing just as GTA stumbled from the corner, Sammy lurched forward with his foot to the shin of GTA, sending him down, to a massive POP from all of Los Angeles!
DYNAMITE: Sammy Duke with the Sweet Shin Music!!
MINX: And to the same leg he worked on with that rolling legbar too!
Sammy, exhausted, fell into a lateral press draped tightly over GTA’s chest!
...1!...
...2!...
...3!...
LYOTO SILVA: Your winner, as a result of a pinfall...Sammy “The Lion” Duke!!
GTA slinks out of the ring as Joe Esposito’s “You’re the Best Around” hits as the referee helps Sammy to his feet amid the rabid pop for the great-yet-unplanned performance. Sammy raises his arms up as the fans...recoil?!
MINX: Sammy look out!
The music abruptly cuts out as Sammy slowly turns around to see...a giant hole in the ring and a snarling, angry, probably hungry Nameless standing in front of him!! Sammy backs off, hands up, almost pleading with the monster “oh c’mon, I just had a match, I just had a match…” but Nameless didn’t care! He rushed towards the in-no-shape-to-fight-back Sammy Duke and picking him up, tossing him into the air! On the way back down Nameless caught him, spun around, and dropped Sammy right over the hole in the ring the monster came up from, with a sickening, vicious spinout powerslam!! Sammy’s body was left drooping down deep into the holy while just his arms and legs being sprawled apart kept hi from completely touching the floor.
GWD FANS: “BOOOOOOO!!!”
Loud boos could be heard being rained down on the monster among men for his brutalization of the Lion of Pro Wrestling, though Nameless appeared unfazed by it all. Instead he stood menacingly, snarling, and overall pleased with his, uhh, “handiwork”...
DYNAMITE: Now that’s just terrible. Why did he have to go and do that? What purpose does that serve?
MINX: Uhm...he’s a monster? Best not to question it…
DYNAMITE: But why not wait until Puroresu? What can possible be gained by attacking Sammy Duke right here, right now?!
Before she could answer, Ethan Roerich appeared on the stage with a mic in hand, his attention focused directly on the monster among men.
ETHAN ROERICH: It seems our monster here has little care for how we, people, function as a civilized society…
Nameless responds only with a very guttural type of snarling towards Roerich’s comments.
ETHAN ROERICH: Very well. If you want to act like a caged animal...then the GWD will have no choice but to treat you as such. Since I stand with Sammy, and his spunk...
It was like the entirety of Los Angeles grew silent in anticipation of what Ethan Roerich was about to say as they all crept closer and closer to the edges of their seats!
ETHAN ROERICH: If the monster Nameless wants to behave like a beast, a wild savage even, then at Puroresu, let us put his aggression to the test. If Nameless believes himself to be a monster...then his match with Sammy the Lion will now, appropriately so, be…
A long pause for little more than dramatic effect as now the fans have drawn so close to the edges of their seats that half their backsides are literally hanging off…
ETHAN ROERICH: ...A MONSTER’S BALL MATCH!!
Nameless snarls approvingly. That type of chaos and utter violence was exactly what the monster among men wanted!!
DYNAMITE: WHAT THE ****!!!!
MINX: Monster’s Ball...with a man as big as another man’s arm!! How on Earth is that even remotely fair?!
DYNAMITE: And Sammy wasn’t even up to hear it! I can only imagine what his reaction is going to be once he finds out…
MINX: All this time I thought Ethan Roerich liked Sammy...but is this why? Did he just want to kill him?
DYNAMITE: Folks, at Puroresu, we’ve got Sammy “The Lion” Duke taking on Nameless...and just in case the stakes couldn’t be bigger, Sammy would be going to the ball...the Monster’s Ball, that is!!
MINX: Prayers be with Sammy Duke, his immediate family, next of kin…he better get his goodbyes in order…
DYNAMITE: RIP Sammy...we hardly knew you………...I think I’m gonna cry now.
MINX: Don’t. There’s no crying on air. Do you need a hot coffee?
DYNAMITE: …………………….
MINX: Folks, we’ll be right back.
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[- STRAP MATCH -]
Britney Anders -vs- Chris Compact
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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.
MINX: Britney Anders has an odd darkness to her this evening.
Compact already waits in the ring, jumping on the spot as he clenches his fist.
DYNAMITE: She rearranged the dolls in her dollhouse Kelsi.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings after the referee has briefly reminded both competitors of the rules. Anders holds onto the strap and shakes it over to Compact. As he reaches over she yanks it back, and Compact places his hands on his hips, annoyed at falling for that prank by Anders, who cutely smiles and dares him to go for it again. He does and once again Anders yanks it back. Compact complains to the referee, who tells him to get on with it and tells Anders to hurry it up already. Compact reaches over and for a third time, Anders yanks it back only this time, Compact attacks her with a flurry of strikes. He has her in the corner and is relentless striking her with everything he has, laying the boots as she lowers in positions. He then straps himself in and pulls her back up to her feet.
MINX: These two have been at each others throats on social media and Mr. Roerich used it as a selling point.
DYNAMITE: He most certainly did. These have a serious issue with one anotther.
She's by the ropes and Compact continues to lay ferocious strikes, only for the referee to count him. He stops once the referee reaches five and takes a step back. Anders leaps onto him with a Lou Thesz press, and comes back with a flurry of strikes of her own - connecting crisply with sharpness. Compact manages to throw her off and he gradually gets to his feet, shaking his head as he feels the full effects of those strikes from Anders. Anders charges over to him, a slap to the face connecting.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The crowd break into a frenzy of oo's, the slap is harsh and hard, the sound of it lingering in the air even afterwards. She then connects with several chops to the chest, with each chop coming harder than the last and at a faster rate! Compact clutches onto his chest, his face oozing with agony.
He falls to a knee and pleads for her to stop, and she does. She blows a kiss and takes a step back, with Compacts face turning from agony to confusion, with Anders then running towards him and connecting with a dropkick that sends him flying back into the corner. Compact bumps hard into the corner and looks as if he may have injured himself as he bumped into it, he holds onto the back of his head. But this doesn't stop Anders. She mounts on top of him and once again, she's connecting with a frenzy of strikes, one after the other in quick succession - up until the point of exhaustion and it looks like Compact may be out!
DYNAMITE: Lord help him.
MINX: He may be done for. Britney Anders is looking to end some careers tonight.
The referee checks on Compact after having to drag Anders off of him. Compact gives him the all clear, although it isn't convincing. Once Anders see's this she's back on him like a rash, an eye rake that the referee somehow dismisses followed by a sharp snap suplex that catches Compact off guard.
Her ability to lift him up and slam him down to the canvas with ease amazes the crowd, who are seeing a whole different side to Anders. She's on a mission, and her mission is to end this feud between the man who's been in the opposite corner from her ever since the beginning.
You can see it in her eyes, she's obsessed. She lifts him up, only to yank him down with the strap. Compact is restless and begging for this onslaught to stop but Anders has a look in her eyes. This isn't over, not for a long shot. She runs over to him, performing a hurricanrana and hooking his legs afters.
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...KICKOUT!...
MINX: Oh a near fall!
DYNAMITE: Wait a minute. Anders is wrapping that strap around Compact's neck
MINX: This is awful.
DYNAMITE: Pick up a victory the best way that you can.
Anders continues to choke out Compact with the strap until his body goes limp and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Anders allows Compact's body to drop to the mat and she makes an arrogant cover with a sadistic grin.
...1!...
...2!...
...3!...
DING! DING! DING!
LYOTO SILVA: Your winner, by pinfall.....BRITNEY ANDERS!!
Britney Anders grabs a microphone.
BRITNEY ANDERS: Roerich, you know I've noticed a few things about you. You've been trying your best to keep me away from that American Justice Championship and tonight, that's all about to change.
Britney drops the microphone and exits the ring while basking in the hatred from the fans on her way up the aisle. Chris Compact looks on in pain and a little confused as to what just transpired.
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[- GWD AMERICAN JUSTICE CHAMPIONSHIP -]
Tapioca Joe -vs- Mark Storm©
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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.
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.
DING! DING! DING!
The match begins with Mark Storm and Tapioca Joes circling one another in the center of the ring. Tap lunges forward, taking the bait from the champ and stepping closer to him only so Storm could poke him in the eye before locking him in a hammerlock in the center of the ring. Joe reaches back with his free hand and performs a quick snapmare takeover on the champ, surprising everyone including the champion. Tapioca Joe closes the gap as the Champ makes it to his feet and Joe delivers a stiff jab before sending Mark Storm into the ring cables. The Champ returns to takes Joe off of his feet via a big running yakuza kick to the chest. Storm makes the cover,
...1!...
...2!...
Tapioca Joe throws the shoulder up immediately. Both men battle back to their feet and Mark Storm slams Joe to the mat quickly via an inverted exploder suplex. Mark Storm makes another pin attempt.
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Tap kicks out at the last second, heightening the anticipation of the crowd. Storm argues with Ace "Puerto Rico" a bit while Tap makes a climb back to his feet. The two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up and Tap backs Mark Storm into a corner, overpowering him the entire time. Mark Storm clinches onto the ring ropes and Ace is forced to cause some separation. The Champ connects with a chop to the chest of Joe and the echo startles the referee. Storm continues with the chops, backing Tapioca Joe down with each smack. Mark Storm swings a wild palm, but Tap ducks and tosses the champ across the ring via a release german suplex!
DYNAMITE: Tap has the ability to defeat Mark Storm, but you can't always rely on ability alone.
MINX: What are you talking about?
DYNAMITE: Well, look at last weeks match between Chris Crippler and Mark Storm.
DYNAMITE: Tap has the ability to defeat Mark Storm, but you can't always rely on ability alone.
MINX: What are you talking about?
DYNAMITE: Well, look at last weeks match between Chris Crippler and Mark Storm.
Tap lifts Mark Storm off the canvas and slams him down via a vertical suplex. Tap rolls through and locks the Champ into a reverse chin lock. The crowd starts their Tap chants but they are ended quickly as Mark Storm wiggles his way to freedom. Both men make it back to their feet and Mark Storm taunts Tap from the corner. Tap charges forward and Storm jumps back into the turnbuckle and hangs onto the ring ropes. Ace "Puerto Rico" steps between the two and forces Tap to give Storm some breathing room. The GWD Fans are about ready to assassinate Mark Storm as they shower the boos down on him. Storm steps out of the corner and lands a combination of strikes onto Tap before slinging himself into the ring ropes. tap steps forward but of course Storm is faster and slides between Tap's legs and trips him up in the process. Mark Storm holds onto Tap's leg and turns him over onto his stomach slowly and locks him into a single leg boston crab. The fans begin their chant, but it appears more favorable for Tapioca Joe than it usually is for his opponents.
MINX: Look at this here. The tap chants seem to have a reverse effect for Tap himself.
DYNAMITE: This is stupid.
MINX: Look at this here. The tap chants seem to have a reverse effect for Tap himself.
DYNAMITE: This is stupid.
GED 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 uses the fans to boost his momentum and confidence as he clings onto the ring ropes. Storm releases the hold but stays focused on Tapioca Joe while guiding him back to his feet. Mark Storm grapples Joe and attempts a suplex but Tap blocks it and lifts Storm off the canvas before driving him down via a brainbuster! Tapioca Joe climbs to his feet and backs into the ropes to gain momentum before landing a big leg drop onto the champ. Joe hooks the leg.
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
The crowd behinds Tap who continues to battle with the champion. He delivers a few stiff rights before slingshotting himself out of the ropes and connecting with a strong lariat. The Champ pops up once again and walks into another stiff lariat from Tap. This time Storm stays down and Tap takes a moment to climb the turnbuckle.
DYNAMITE: Oh shit, Tap will need a hip replacement.
MINX: Stop ragging on Tap.
DYNAMITE: He trained by John the Baptist.
MINX: Stop.
MINX: Stop.
Tap leaps from the top attempting a flying elbow drop but miscalculates it and Mark Storm rolls out of harm's way. Tap makes a climb to his feet and surprisingly dodges the missle dropkick attempt from Mark Storm. Tap locks up with Storm and slams him to the canvas via an olympic slam! Mark Storm makes the cover,
....1!...
...2!...
...KIKCOUT!...
Tap looks around in disbelief as Ace "Puerto Rico" flashes a peace sign in front of him, signaling a definite two count.
MINX: Tap was so close. What if Tap walks out the new GWD American Justice Champion tonight?
DYNAMITE: I don't see it happening, not tonight anyhow.
Tap, back on his feet now, steps up to the champion and delivers a stiff right hook and follows up with a left hook before throwing Storm into the ring ropes. Storm clings onto the ring cables and eventually slides out beneath the bottom ring cable. The fans boo him as he steps over to the time keeper's table and asks for a bottled water.
DYNAMITE: Before you say anything Kelsi, he's the champion he can get a drink of water if he wants one. Tap could do the same if his throat was parched.
MINX: Why are you always coming to the defense of Mark Storm? He's an asshole.
DYNAMITE: You're a hater Minx.
MINX: Am not.
DYNAMITE: Yeah ok, and Mark Storm isn't a Wrestling God. He's got sweat in his eyes, have a heart Kelsi.
MINX: That's bull crap.
Tap steps out of the ring and approaches Storm on the outside who is taking a literal time out and complaining about having sweat in his eyes. Storm turns away from a screaming fan and Tap smacks the taste out of his mouth and the bottle out of his hand with a big uppercut. Tap grabs the champ and throws him against the guard rail before pummeling him with punches and kicks. Tap tosses Storm back into the ring before climbing onto the ring apron where he is greeted by a couple of forearms from Mark Storm. Storm tries to suplex Tap back into the ring but Tap blocks it before lowering his shoulder and driving it into Mark Storm's gut. Storm doubles over and Tap executes a sunset flip!
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Both men roll away from each other and leap to their feet once again, meeting in the center of the ring and exchanging punches. The Champ gets the upper hand on Tap and demolishes him with the impending storm. On his final spinning back fist, Tap catche shim in old school fashion and locks the champ in a crossface chickenwing. The crowd pops.
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! 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 champion tries to fight to freedom but Tap has the crossface chickenwing locked in and it's only a matter of seconds before he drops to the canvas with the champion still locked in the chickenwing. Mark Storm rolls back, still locked in the submission, and Tap's shoulders pressed firmly against the canvas.
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
MINX: NEAR FALL!
DYNAMITE: He sure silenced that Tap chant didn't he? Still think he's not God?
MINX: I'm not dealing with this tonight Rollins.
Tap, surprised by nearly being defeated, locks up with the champ almost immediately and tosses him across the ring via an overhead belly to belly suplex. Tap makes another cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Tap locks up with the Champ and flips him onto his back via a northern lights suplex. Tap bridges his body and Puerto drops down to count,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
MINX: Tap is doing everything he can at this point.
Tap can't believe it and neither can the fans. Tap guides the Champion to his feet and shoves his head between his thighs before lifiting him up for a powerbomb. At the last minute Storm executes a hurricanrana that leaves him mounted atop Tapioca Joe. He hooks the leg of the veteran.
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Joe kicks out and both men hurry to their feet. The Champ attempts the stormstrike, but Tap ducks it and trips up Storm, forcing to face plant before attempting to lock him in a figure 4 leglock. The Champ kicks Tap a few times before crawling away. Tap chases down Mark Storm and hits him with a few chops to the chest before backing him into a corner and stepping onto the middle ring cable and pummeling Storm with punches. The fans count every punch up to ten, where the Champ grabs hold of Tap and charges forward, executing a elevated running power bomb from the corner. Storm makes the cover.
DYNAMITE: This has to be it!
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
The fans pop, meanwhile Ace Puerto Rico watches on as Tap and Storm slowly climb to their feet looking heavily winded and exhausted. Storm delivers a violent knee to the midsection of Tap while gripping the ring ropes, make it almost impossible for Tap to go anywhere. Tap falls between the ropes and hits the ring apron before hitting the mats on the outside. Storm follows after him. The Champion taunts the crowd a bit before turning his attention back to Tap. Tap grapples Storm but Storm breaks free and pokes Tap in the eye with his thumb before clubbing him over the back of the head and then tossing him into the ring. Storm enters shortly after and slams Tap via an inverted exploder suplex! Mark Storm makes the cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
The crowd cheers for Tap and Mark Storm can't believe it. Storm rises to his feet and gets in Ace Puerto Rico's face, walking him down with anger in his eyes and shouting, "I Am God!" in the face of the official. The fans pop tremendously with Tap chants.
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!
Mark Storm steps away from the official and Joe is still on the ground and he hadn't moved much. Storm leans own to lift Joe off the canvas and instead Joe springs to life, pulling the champion down to the canvas and lockng him into the KOJI CLUTCH!
MINX: OH MY GOSH!
DYNAMITE: NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! Get to the ropes champ!
MINX: If he can.
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!
Mark Storm looks as if he is about to tap, but instead he uses all his momentum to roll his body forcing Tap onto his shoulders but Tap is so focused with the clutch locked in he doesn't realize his shoulders are down and the ref doesn't realize the Champ placing his feet onto the middle ring cables.
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!
...1!...
MINX: REF!
...2!...
...3!...
Mark Storm quickly drops his feet from the ring cables before the ref notices and he rolls away from Tapioca Joe who releases the champion and rises to his feet slowly, but a little bit confused as Ace Puerto Rico walks past him with the GWD American Justice Championship.
LYOTO SILVA: Here is your winner... and STIIILLLL GWD AMERICAN JUSTICE CHAMPION.... MARK STORM!!
Tap can't believe it and Mark Storm holds the championship in the air with his right hand while the ref raises his left arm in victory. The boos rain down upon Mark Storm as he celebrates his victory with streamers and balloons and confetti, all of them colored black.
MINX: Is this going to happen everytime?
DYNAMITE: I hope so. But this is something different, this is a symbolism of sorts, everything is all black. Last week it was multi colored. We may be in for a ceremony.
Tap is still shocked but accepts it and starts to exit the ring. He stops in the center of the aisle when the noises quiets down and Mark Storm is heard speaking to him.
MARK STORM: Not so fast Tap. Where are you going in such a hurry? You can't put up a performance like that and then just walk out with paying proper respect. It was a real honor to compete against you here tonight, so why don't you come back into this ring and pay respect the proper way.
Mark Storm extends his hand while standing in the center of the ring. The fans watch in silence as Tap heads back to the ring.
MARK STORM: I knew you were a good sport. Now, when you just left like that you showed a great deal of poor sportsmanship and we at GWD don't believe in poor sportsmanship so I am going to extend an offer to you to help you regain those cool points that may have been demerited by your previous actions. So I am going to ask that all of the GWD fans rise and show honor toward Tapioca Joe as he takes a knee while getting the honors of lacing my boot, one time.
Storm starts to grin sadistically as he sees Tap's facial expression change to complete disgust. Tap turns to walk away and is clocked by the GWD American Justice Championship immediately. Storm stands over a fallen Tap and starts putting the boots to him. While Storm is continuing the assault two large men in black turtle neck's, black blazers, black slacks and black shoes stride with pride down the aisle.
MINX: Who are they?
DYNAMITE: No clue!
The two large men enter the ring and join Storm in the assault on Tapioca Joe. They lift Tap off the canvas and one of them immediately executes a turnbuckle powerbomb that forces Tap to slumb down to the canvas after impact. The second large man lifts Tap off the canvas again and slams Tap down using a running high impact death valley driver! Tap lies on the canvas motionless and Storm stands off to the side with his championship draped over his shoulder and a microphone to his lips.
MARK STORM: When you enter the see of blackness, you know it will be a day of mourning. Anytime you see someone disrespect God you know someone will receive the ultimate punishment. Tapioca Joe you sir, just got a small taste of what happens when you fail to accept a privilege handed down to you from God.
Mark Storm places his foot over a fallen Tapioca Joe's chest.
MARK STORM: ALL RISE!.... Tapioca Joe is still going to lace my boot, one time.
One of the larger men take's Tapioca Joe's hands and forces his fingers to tie Storm's boot. The fans nearly tear the roof off the building with boos and hatred for the current moment. Mark Storm smiles and exits the ring shortly after with the two large men on either side of him.
MINX: That's bull crap.
Tap steps out of the ring and approaches Storm on the outside who is taking a literal time out and complaining about having sweat in his eyes. Storm turns away from a screaming fan and Tap smacks the taste out of his mouth and the bottle out of his hand with a big uppercut. Tap grabs the champ and throws him against the guard rail before pummeling him with punches and kicks. Tap tosses Storm back into the ring before climbing onto the ring apron where he is greeted by a couple of forearms from Mark Storm. Storm tries to suplex Tap back into the ring but Tap blocks it before lowering his shoulder and driving it into Mark Storm's gut. Storm doubles over and Tap executes a sunset flip!
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Both men roll away from each other and leap to their feet once again, meeting in the center of the ring and exchanging punches. The Champ gets the upper hand on Tap and demolishes him with the impending storm. On his final spinning back fist, Tap catche shim in old school fashion and locks the champ in a crossface chickenwing. The crowd pops.
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! 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 champion tries to fight to freedom but Tap has the crossface chickenwing locked in and it's only a matter of seconds before he drops to the canvas with the champion still locked in the chickenwing. Mark Storm rolls back, still locked in the submission, and Tap's shoulders pressed firmly against the canvas.
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
MINX: NEAR FALL!
DYNAMITE: He sure silenced that Tap chant didn't he? Still think he's not God?
MINX: I'm not dealing with this tonight Rollins.
Tap, surprised by nearly being defeated, locks up with the champ almost immediately and tosses him across the ring via an overhead belly to belly suplex. Tap makes another cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Tap locks up with the Champ and flips him onto his back via a northern lights suplex. Tap bridges his body and Puerto drops down to count,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
MINX: Tap is doing everything he can at this point.
Tap can't believe it and neither can the fans. Tap guides the Champion to his feet and shoves his head between his thighs before lifiting him up for a powerbomb. At the last minute Storm executes a hurricanrana that leaves him mounted atop Tapioca Joe. He hooks the leg of the veteran.
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Joe kicks out and both men hurry to their feet. The Champ attempts the stormstrike, but Tap ducks it and trips up Storm, forcing to face plant before attempting to lock him in a figure 4 leglock. The Champ kicks Tap a few times before crawling away. Tap chases down Mark Storm and hits him with a few chops to the chest before backing him into a corner and stepping onto the middle ring cable and pummeling Storm with punches. The fans count every punch up to ten, where the Champ grabs hold of Tap and charges forward, executing a elevated running power bomb from the corner. Storm makes the cover.
DYNAMITE: This has to be it!
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
The fans pop, meanwhile Ace Puerto Rico watches on as Tap and Storm slowly climb to their feet looking heavily winded and exhausted. Storm delivers a violent knee to the midsection of Tap while gripping the ring ropes, make it almost impossible for Tap to go anywhere. Tap falls between the ropes and hits the ring apron before hitting the mats on the outside. Storm follows after him. The Champion taunts the crowd a bit before turning his attention back to Tap. Tap grapples Storm but Storm breaks free and pokes Tap in the eye with his thumb before clubbing him over the back of the head and then tossing him into the ring. Storm enters shortly after and slams Tap via an inverted exploder suplex! Mark Storm makes the cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
The crowd cheers for Tap and Mark Storm can't believe it. Storm rises to his feet and gets in Ace Puerto Rico's face, walking him down with anger in his eyes and shouting, "I Am God!" in the face of the official. The fans pop tremendously with Tap chants.
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!
Mark Storm steps away from the official and Joe is still on the ground and he hadn't moved much. Storm leans own to lift Joe off the canvas and instead Joe springs to life, pulling the champion down to the canvas and lockng him into the KOJI CLUTCH!
MINX: OH MY GOSH!
DYNAMITE: NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! Get to the ropes champ!
MINX: If he can.
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!
Mark Storm looks as if he is about to tap, but instead he uses all his momentum to roll his body forcing Tap onto his shoulders but Tap is so focused with the clutch locked in he doesn't realize his shoulders are down and the ref doesn't realize the Champ placing his feet onto the middle ring cables.
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!
...1!...
MINX: REF!
...2!...
...3!...
DING! DING! DING!
Mark Storm quickly drops his feet from the ring cables before the ref notices and he rolls away from Tapioca Joe who releases the champion and rises to his feet slowly, but a little bit confused as Ace Puerto Rico walks past him with the GWD American Justice Championship.
LYOTO SILVA: Here is your winner... and STIIILLLL GWD AMERICAN JUSTICE CHAMPION.... MARK STORM!!
Tap can't believe it and Mark Storm holds the championship in the air with his right hand while the ref raises his left arm in victory. The boos rain down upon Mark Storm as he celebrates his victory with streamers and balloons and confetti, all of them colored black.
MINX: Is this going to happen everytime?
DYNAMITE: I hope so. But this is something different, this is a symbolism of sorts, everything is all black. Last week it was multi colored. We may be in for a ceremony.
Tap is still shocked but accepts it and starts to exit the ring. He stops in the center of the aisle when the noises quiets down and Mark Storm is heard speaking to him.
MARK STORM: Not so fast Tap. Where are you going in such a hurry? You can't put up a performance like that and then just walk out with paying proper respect. It was a real honor to compete against you here tonight, so why don't you come back into this ring and pay respect the proper way.
Mark Storm extends his hand while standing in the center of the ring. The fans watch in silence as Tap heads back to the ring.
MARK STORM: I knew you were a good sport. Now, when you just left like that you showed a great deal of poor sportsmanship and we at GWD don't believe in poor sportsmanship so I am going to extend an offer to you to help you regain those cool points that may have been demerited by your previous actions. So I am going to ask that all of the GWD fans rise and show honor toward Tapioca Joe as he takes a knee while getting the honors of lacing my boot, one time.
Storm starts to grin sadistically as he sees Tap's facial expression change to complete disgust. Tap turns to walk away and is clocked by the GWD American Justice Championship immediately. Storm stands over a fallen Tap and starts putting the boots to him. While Storm is continuing the assault two large men in black turtle neck's, black blazers, black slacks and black shoes stride with pride down the aisle.
MINX: Who are they?
DYNAMITE: No clue!
The two large men enter the ring and join Storm in the assault on Tapioca Joe. They lift Tap off the canvas and one of them immediately executes a turnbuckle powerbomb that forces Tap to slumb down to the canvas after impact. The second large man lifts Tap off the canvas again and slams Tap down using a running high impact death valley driver! Tap lies on the canvas motionless and Storm stands off to the side with his championship draped over his shoulder and a microphone to his lips.
MARK STORM: When you enter the see of blackness, you know it will be a day of mourning. Anytime you see someone disrespect God you know someone will receive the ultimate punishment. Tapioca Joe you sir, just got a small taste of what happens when you fail to accept a privilege handed down to you from God.
Mark Storm places his foot over a fallen Tapioca Joe's chest.
MARK STORM: ALL RISE!.... Tapioca Joe is still going to lace my boot, one time.
One of the larger men take's Tapioca Joe's hands and forces his fingers to tie Storm's boot. The fans nearly tear the roof off the building with boos and hatred for the current moment. Mark Storm smiles and exits the ring shortly after with the two large men on either side of him.
Cameras cut to the backstage area where Ethan Roerich falls through a large amount of boxes. Britney Anders can be heard shouting in the background.
BRITNEY ANDERS: GET EM! This stuff really works!
Britney throws a doll against the wall and moments later, Ethan Roerich flies into the wall and shortly after, Deacon Crane slams his forearm into his throat and holds him against the wall with Britney standing close by.
BRITNEY ANDERS: For shame mister Roerich.
She waits silently, tapping her bottom lip with her index finger.
BRITNEY ANDERS: I believe you are in debt to me Mr. Roerich, and this debt must be paid immediately. I've battled multiple opponents and I've lost without actually being beaten and despite all of this, you only seem to have your eyes set on Chris Crippler and Tapioca Joe, two of the oldest wrestlers in the business. No body wants to see the leaders of retirement home checkers anymore. They can't beat Mark Storm and that's been proven. So I'm here to tell you to stop being scared and to give the people what they want. Give the people what they need. Give the champion the challenge he needs. Put him in the ring with me at Puroresu.
Mr. Roerich's voice is muffled by Deacon Crane's hand so anything he says is inaudible. Crane removes his hand.
ETHAN ROERICH: Britney, you can't just demand...ARGHHHK!
Crane applies more pressure to Mr. Roerich's trachea.
BRITNEY ANDERS: I don't think you're understanding.
Britney holds up the object she had thrown into the wall earlier. A voo doo doll that looks a lot like Mr. Roerich.
BRITNEY ANDERS: This stuff is real Ethan. I can end you and this promotion all at once if you push me. Give me my match Ethan. I want my shot at the GWD American Justice Championship. Give it to me.
Britney holds a lighter closer to the doll.
BRITNEY ANDERS: This will really hurt.
MR. ROERICH: Ok wait, wait. You've got your match.
Crane releases Ethan and Ethan collects himself and adjusts his tie.
BRITNEY ANDERS: I knew you'd come to your senses.
MR. ROERICH: Yeah if that's how you see it. This a twelve hundred dollar suit. Your match with Mark Storm by the way...if you lose, you'll owe the GWD fans, and Sammy Duke a public apology.
The crowd pops as Roerich steps away from Anders and Crane with a smile. The camera fades to black as the GWD logo flashes across the screen.
The crowd pops as Roerich steps away from Anders and Crane with a smile. The camera fades to black as the GWD logo flashes across the screen.
