In loving memory

 

Captain Joseph Y. Greer

 

September 03, 1973 - September 20, 2003

 

 

 

In dedication

 

Captain Elijah C. Davis

 

“See you when you get home”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Backstage we see James Tanner getting himself a soda from the soda machine, as he bends down to get his change and his can there’s a shout.

“JAMES TANNER”

James Tanner turns around to see the “Living Legend” Pimp Bizkit stood at a set of double doors, who comes over and walks right up to James getting into his face.

Pimp: “You cost me my title, you not being good enough for a title shot, not being good enough to belong in the GZW has cost me my title, how can you even possibly call yourself a wrestlers a wiener like you couldn’t kick out then. So how much did John pay you to stay down, or did he promise you another title shot to make sure he got his hands on the title this time around and keep it out of the hands of who it should really belong to huh?”

James Tanner looks as though he’s going to defend himself, but the “Living Legend” doesn’t let him get his words in.

“And don’t you dare try and cut me off, you’ve already pissed me off way too much to get away with that. What have you ever done worthwhile in your career you’ve nothing but a background player…desecrater.”

“The Living Legend” shoves Tanner backwards into vending machine, that falls back against the wall, and Tanner bounces backwards, and pushed the Heretic forcefully which knocks Pimp Bizkit down to the floor looking up at James Tanner. Tanner turns away from Pimp Bizkit, but as he does he turns straight into none other than Pimp Bizkits stable-mates in the “Punisher” Phillip Tytan, and “Buzzing” Electric Sharpe. A laugh from the “Human Miracle” is heard, before Tytan and Sharpe clothesline Tanner who falls backwards over Pimp Bizkit to the floor.

Pimp: “Haha, that’s what you get when you piss off a Heretic Tanner, that’s for costing me my title, and this is for you and you’re babies with many different mothers.”

Tytan and Sharpe pummel Tanner, as the “Living Legend” gets to his feet pulling set of brass knuckles from one of his pockets, before moving Taytan, and Sharpe out of the way so he can pummel Tanner himself.

Pimp: “You thought you could cost me MY title, and get away with it, well that’s not going to happen… that will never happen.”

Eventually the “Living Legend” stops punching Tanner, and sits him up against a wall a Crimson mask covers the former Pendragons face, Pimp then tells Tanner to wait right there, he has a surprise for him. Pimp Bizkit then leaves the scene as we see Phillip Tytan drink Tanners’ drink, and Sharpe counting his change before pocketing it as the scene fades to black.

 

~~

 

 

A huge explosion is seen and heard as the letters “G” and “W” collides into either side of the letter “Z”. “2K1” comes up underneath the letters of “GZW” crashing into them. The official GZW2K1 logo of the nuclear mushroom booms in red and black before the official motto “The Saga Continues” zooms in and out of the screen.

 

 

 

 

GroundZero Enterprises™ presents:

 

Titan

 

 

The words “Live from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California” scrolls across the bottom of the screen as the camera settles on the announce table where Patrick Nelson, Todd Crumb, and Joshua Samson are sitting.

 

 

Crumb: Welcome everyone to this specially aired Titan in Los Angeles, California!

 

Nelson: One week removed from Fallout: Collision Course and once again GZW brings a great wrestling show to the L.A. area.

 

Samson: And what a great pay-per-view it was as not only did Tonya Glory lose the W.C.E.K Television title, the World Heavyweight title but also lost her career as Paul Spartan saw to that.

 

Crumb: To take another wrestler’s livelihood is nothing to brag about, Samson.

 

Samson: And that’s why you’ll always be a tool.

 

Nelson: Anyway tonight’s lineup is going to be…

 

Suddenly “Imperium” by Machine Head begins to blast through the PA system, as the L.A crowd begin to boo the Heretic known as “The Living Legend” down to the ring. Pimp Bizkit demands a microphone which Herrbert Torres reluctantly hands over to him. The capacity crowd boo, but the “Living Legend” seems to eat it all up.

 

Samson: Here is the rightful World Heavyweight Champion.

 

Crumb: That’s not John Taylor.

Pimp: “I know you all already know about the Travesty that happened at Collision Course when the “Lone Gunman” finally got hold of the World Heavyweight Championship gold, I’m sure you all already know that it’s all Tanners fault, and that’s why I’m here I’m here to call out James Tanner, I’m here to show the world that ANYBODY can beat James “Desecrator” Tanner.”

"Tear It Up" by Young Wun, David Banner, Lil Flip, and DMX begins to play on the PA system, as the crowd begin to cheer, which quickly turn to boos as they find a bloodied James Tanner being carried out over the shoulders “The Punisher” Phillip Tytan, and behind them follows “Buzzing” Electric Sharpe.

 

Crumb: Those two hellions have the nerve to show their faces after the mugging they just gave Tanner!

Pimp: “Damn it, though you know, though to prove that this match is official I need a referee to prove that this match took place.”

“Buzzing” Electric Sharpe wastes no time as upon hearing this he pulls off his own T-Shirt to reveal a zebra striped one.

Pimp: “Hey, and what do you know a Referee!”

 

Nelson: This is a total farce as Electric Sharpe is not a certified referee with CCW much less GZW!

 

Samson: Like being a referee needs certification!

Tytan rolls Tanner into the ring, and Sharpe jumps up onto the apron, as Phillip Tytan goes over bullying Herbert Torres to ring the bell.

Pimp: “Now start the damn match, the GZW doesn’t book me in any matches to I guess I’ll just have to make my own damn matches.”

The intimidation of Phillip Tytan seems enough to start the match, as Herbert Torres rings the bell. The “Mid-Card Killer” drops the microphone and pulls Tanner up to his knees, and hits his move known as the Playground Player a series of two powerbombs followed by a Samoan drop hooking the leg for a pin, and Sharpe makes the inevitable Three count.

 

Samson: PIMP BIZKIT WINS! PIMP BIZKIT!

 

Nelson: I can’t believe this or you Samson.

 

Samson: What?! Pimp just pinned James Tanner and should now be the World Heavyweight Champion again!

The bell rings to signify the end of the “match” as “Imperium” by Machine Head blasts through on the PA system the crowd clearly not happy about this farce, as they make their voices heard as the three Heretics make their way back up the rampway.

 

 

 

---Televised Debut Match: Mr. Klown vs. Kid X---

 

The lights around the Staples Center fade out leaving the arena completely dark. Suddenly pyros shoot off and the phrase "I'm A Warrior" appears on the large screen as "Warrior 2" by Lloyd Banks kicks in and a scheme of blue and strobes light up the ramp and ring. From the back emerges Kid X to a mixture of boos and cheers from the crowd. The young superstar smirks as he makes his way down the ramp with a confident stride until finally sliding into the ring and hopping up onto the middle turnbuckle to soak in the crowds’ attention.

 

Samson: How in the hell this young punk calls himself the “Greatest of All Time” is a complete slap in the face to the real G.O.A.T in this business.

 

Crumb: And you’re referring to Michael Irons as the real G.O.A.T?

 

Samson: How many times must I say that Irons is the end all and be all of this industry but in this particular incident I’m talking about Irons’ greatest student James “Monarch” Corbin.

 

Crumb: Oh.

 

"Grease Paint And Monkey Brains (Sin Centers Of Suburbia Mix)" by White Zombie kicks in and Mr. Klown walks onto the entranceway. He menacingly looks out at the booing crowd. Walking to the ring he passes a fan with a sign that reads, “Klown for Extreme President!!” It is unclear through Klown’s superglued on mask whether he likes or dislikes the sign.

 

Nelson: Now in all my years in wrestling this is highly disturbing.

 

Crumb: I agree…aren’t clowns suppose to be funny and happy?

 

Samson: Hey…he’s smiling on the inside. Go give him a hug, tool.

 

Neither has taken a step out of their corners; they just stand there, Klown staring Kid X down, and Kid X cowering slightly in the corner, worried about what he has gotten himself into. Klown walks out to the center of the ring before yelling to Kid X, "Come on! Get anything you want!"

Nelson: Mr. Klown giving Kid X a free shot...but will he take it?

Samson: Right now, the little boy is scared stiff in the corner. You see that?

Kid X hesitates, but finally steps through the ropes to the outside, as Klown imitates a yawn. Kid X ducks down, checking under the ring apron, as Klown stretches his shoulders, and cracks his neck. When Kid X reemerges from down below, he carries a kendo stick high above his head. Still, as Kid X looks back into the ring, his fervor drops, and the look of fear resurfaces on his face. Kid X slides into the ring; Klown still stands, unmoved, in the ring.

Nelson: Mr. Klown showing no emotion as Kid X enters the ring with that kendo stick.

Samson: He has emotion.... Look! He's bored!

Klown lets his head lean forward, and signals Kid X to come on with one hand. Kid X comes running forward, and plants the device directly into the forehead of the former Assclown. Klown stumbles a little, maybe a step backwards, and chuckles as Kid X backs away. Klown signals once again to Kid X that he may proceed, as Klown mouths the words, "Hit me anywhere.... Anywhere you want!"

Crumb: Kid X has got a death wish.

Nelson: Indeed, he must for stepping into the ring with Mr. Klown.

Kid X steadies himself, as Klown leans his head back down, and loosely prepares for the next blow. Kid X runs forward, once again, bringing the kendo stick down on the top of Klown's head. As before, Klown barely stumbles, and lets out a chuckle this time looking around at the entire crowd. While Klown's attention is drawn away, Kid X swings the kendo stick, as if he was Tiger Woods, nailing Klown between his legs. A distinct yell is heard coming from Klown's lips, as he drops forward onto on knee. Kid X runs over to the corner, dropping the kendo stick on the way, and climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Nelson: Kid X going low with that shot from the kendo stick.

Samson: What a coward!

Kid X waits on the top rope as Klown starts to climb back to his feet. Kid X leaps forward, just as Klown makes it to both feet, and is caught in midair. Klown sends several quick but devastating headbutts forward into Kid X. Klown shuffles Kid X around some, placing one leg under his arm, and then lifts Kid X high into the air. With a quick and solid motion, Klown slams Kid X down to the mat, and then covers him. Ref Tobias Ulrich drops down and begins the count, but sees a visitor on the other side of the ring.

Nelson: Mr. Klown looks to end this thing abruptly.

Crumb: Yeah, but look behind him!

Nelson: It’s...It's....Wylder!

Wylder stands just inside of the ropes behind Klown, a sledgehammer resting in his hands. Klown stands back up the thought of a victory in his mind before stepping backwards a few steps. Wylder sneers and then runs swiftly forward, swinging the sledgehammer, connecting right above the back of Klown's left knee. Klown slams backwards, clutching his knee.

Nelson: Wylder took Mr. Klown down with authority.

Klown begins to shuffle to his knees, leaning to his right to relieve the pressure building up on his left. It is noticeably swollen, as Klown gets his head into the air. Once more, Wylder comes running forward, this time driving the head of the sledgehammer into the masked face of Klown. The former longtime developmental wrestler falls limp backwards as blood flows from a freshly opened wound. Wylder drops the sledgehammer and then falls to his back, rolling out of the ring.

Nelson: Wylder has done the deed and now Kid X has a chance to win.

Samson: Damnit you donut munching punk!

Kid X rolls over to Klown's unconscious body, and drapes an arm over. Wylder smiles, but soon it fades. He rushes back into the ring, grasping the kendo stick into his hands, and charges at Kid X. With a quick slam of the stick, Kid X rolls off of Klown and writhes in pain on the mat. Wylder lifts Kid X to his feet, before throwing him into the corner. Wylder follows suit with a running lariat.

Nelson: Wylder doesn’t want either man to get the win here.

 

Crumb: Who knows what is ever going on in the mind of Wylder?

Kid X stumbles out of the corner, as Wylder has already found himself perched on the top rope. As Kid X turns, Wylder leaps, catching Kid X's head in his arms, and taking him down backwards. After this, Wylder rolls out of the ring, and begins to walk up the stage, writing something out in the air. An “S” is noticeable, as well as an “N”, but the central letter is indistinguishable. Wylder walks back behind the curtain.

Nelson: The match, rudely interrupted by Wylder, is over.

Samson: And I was hoping for more!

Ref Ulrich signals the bell and for a team of EMTs to come down to the ring, as the show cuts to the backstage.

 

 

 

---The Dark Angel---

 

When a man’s heart is full of deceit, it burns up – dies. And a dark shadow falls over his soul. From the ashes of a once great man has risen a curse. A wrong that must be righted. We look to the skies for a vindicator. Someone to strike fear into the black hears of the same men who created him. The battle between good and evil has begun. Against an army of Light comes a Dark Angel. The purveyor of Evil with a voice of Maliciousness and a mission of Destruction.

 

Various Facial Shots of Seven is shown as the narrorator continues to tell the story.

Bodies will be tortured, Spirits will be broken. The bond of Friends will be severed as the Crimson Blood flows to separate the boys from the men. The battle lines are drawn, and the plan of attack is in place. Whom will you side with? Will you join and fight with the forces of good, and fall to the plight of Evil, or will you sacrifice all you have to come out the Victor. One man has joined with a DisOrder to Offset the Balance of Good and Evil. One man has undertaken the task of bringing the seat of Glory to the God of Evil, one man has signed to ride with the forces of Evil, to over take a world of Good. One man has shaken hands with the Devil, One man is hell-bent on accomplishing this feat, and one man will walk through hell fire just to satisfy a hunger for Evil, The one....The only.....

Action shots of Seven are shown followed by a series of facial shots

"The Dark Angel" Seven

 

The scene opens up to Seven, standing in the back getting himself ready for his match up against Phillip Titan. The Dark Angel is stretching and psyching himself up as he begins to pace back and forth, shadow boxing.

 

Your motto, “When worlds Collide” will become more than just a motto, but it will become a technique that will be used to describe our physical match-up tonight. Tytan, you claim to be the big bad wolf of the Gzw, but one thing you fail to realize is, the ring you will step into that is my Serengeti.  My World, A world full of hatred, a world full of torment, torture, and heinous crimes. I have the strings to your fate Phillip, with the pull of a finger I can make damn sure that you never live to see the light of day, but what fun will that be. Sure I can dispose of you and your comrades, surely the Disorder is going to take full control of Ground Zero Wrestling, but we want to make you boys suffer. We want you to get a good long, hard look and feel for our styles before we unleash the atomic bomb that will wipe you from existence.

 

Tonight is not about making you pay the consequences Titan, tonight is about one thing and one thing only and that is accomplishing a mission. A mission of destruction, a mission of hate a mission of seek and destroy, all in the name of Glory. I’ve been sent by a higher power to destroy all of those who dares to get in his way, I’ve come to prepare a place for someone who is even more powerful that even myself. NOTHING is going to keep me from accomplishing this feat. But also to gain the possession of the richest prize in the whole saga of Ground Zero Wrestling. John Taylor deserves nothing that he has, Pimp Bizkit deserves nothing, Magic, Nathan Williams, Buzzing Sharp, Tonya Glory None of you bastards deserve anything because you are worthless, you are just here to occupy space. But one thing is for sure and that is This Mission, will be accomplished BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY.

 

Seven walks out of the lockerrom as the scene fades out

 

~~

 

 

 

 

---Extreme intentions---

 

Samson: What makes Jimmy Williams so special that he doesn’t have to get here on time? Another thing is why in the hell does he have that old Extreme title? Just because he was the last champ before the division was closed doesn’t still make him the champ!

 

Nelson: Good point, Samson. I guess Williams feels like since he never lost the title he has a right to still be the champ!

 

Samson: More reason for Sharpe to kill him!

 

Pushing his way through the coliseum already dressed in his wrestling gear and with the GZW Extreme Title thrown over his right shoulder is "The Real Deal" Jimmy Williams.  As Jimmy makes his way through the GZW2k1 Coliseum in a hurry Weston Bently quickly stops him with a microphone stuck in his face.

Weston: "A few quick words before your title defense against Electric Sharpe?"

Jimmy: "Make it quick Weston I'm running late tonight."

Weston: "Well with the recent reinstatement of the GZW Extreme Title do you think that will have an affect on the matches outcome?"

Jimmy: "Weston the only thing thats gonna have an affect on this match is the simple fact I have the drive, determination, and the focus to walk into that enclosed cage and walk out with a victory over Electric Sharpe and the Extreme Title still thrown over my shoulder."

Weston: "With the added stipulation of the enclosed steel cage does getting hurt ever enter into your mind?"

Jimmy: "Weston I've been in House of HKWF matches, barbwire matches, explosion matches, you name it I've done it and even walked out afterwards.  Weston I'm not afraid to bleed and I'm not afraid to make someone else bleed and you can bet that.  But this is my time to shine and Electric just better get used to that."

Weston: "Any comment about the recent news that Electric Sharpe has been getting therapy?"

Jimmy: "Just that I've got the best therapy in the world for him waiting in that ring.  Because when I get through whippin that ass all over that ring he'll forget about all his old problems because he's gonna have a slew of new ones.  Now if you'll excuse me I have some work to do before the match."

Jimmy makes his way past Weston and down the hall as the scene fades.

 

~~

 

 

 

---Commercial---

 

HKWF

Wyldsyde

 

Returning to Combined Championship Wrestling programming

 

November 2004

 

~~

 

 

---“The Punisher” Phillip Tytan vs. “The Dark Angel” Seven---

 

Nelson: Welcome back folks as next up Phillip Tytan and Seven will go one-on-one!

 

Crumb: This is bigger than Tytan and Seven. This is The Heretics versus The DisOrder!

 

Samson: Here comes the Dark Angel.

 

The Staples Centre goes dark as the Zerotron begins to flicker.  In the background, there is a tornado seen in the distance, a young girl whispers: “Fear is a phenomenon, Fear dwells within, Fear will come after us, and punish us for our sin. REPENT!!”  Godsmack’s “Awake” hits the PA system.  A figure is seen roaming in the dark, the video showing his outline, the figure spreads out its legs and raises its arms in the air beside it.  The lights slowly come back in a shade of blue, showing Seven standing in the entranceway in a white trench coat with a hood, with his head hung low. Seven slowly looks up towards the ring, staring coldly and with no emotion.  The Dark Angel begins to slowly walk down to the ring.  As the DisOrder member makes it to the ring, he stands on the right side of the apron, slowly raising his arms up to the side.  The coat slides off and drops to the floor as the ex-UWA World Heavyweight Champion enters into the ring eyeing the audience with utter contempt.

 

Nelson: Both of these men have been pretty silent this past week.

 

Samson: Well I don’t think that is all that surprising coming from Tytan. I mean it’s not like he was brought in for his mic skills.

 

Crumb: But it’s unlike Seven not to even mention any of his opponents.

 

The chugging riff to Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” blasts throughout the Staples Center as the 6’7, near 300lb Phillip Tytan emerges onto the stage with fellow Hellion “Buzzing” Electric Sharpe following close behind and makes his way to the ring.  A massive amount of heel heat is generated for the Heretic Punisher, the man famed for lasting an hour in the fifth Contest Of Champions Battle Royale.  Tytan just sneers at the crowd and flexes his muscles as he continues down the walkway and slides under the bottom rope.  Sharpe does likewise, several steps behind the bigger man.  The large, ripped Tytan pulls at the ropes as his music begins to die down, the booing becoming almost deafening.  He eyes up the Dark Angel, who doesn’t back down.  Sharpe swiftly rolls out to the floor as Ref Sonny Bright calls for the bell and the two bulls circle each other.

 

Nelson: And here they go.

 

Crumb: Much like I said on Fallout: Collision Course, why are these two hellions, Tytan and Sharpe, always seen together?

 

Samson: They are stablemates you tool.

 

Both men lock up briefly, with the slightly larger Seven seizing the advantage with an Irish whip.  Coming back off the far ropes, Tytan athletically ducks a Seven clothesline and catches the Dark Angel with a clubbing fist to the back of the neck.  Seven barely feels it and goes for another Irish whip, which Tytan promptly counters.  Tytan catches Seven on the rebound with a back elbow to the jaw before delivering a hard knee to the gut and setting the Dark Angel up for an early vertical suplex.

 

Nelson: Phillip Tytan showing his knowledge of wrestling quite frankly surprises me.

 

Crumb: I remember when Tytan first showed up with Fox Giovianni in HKWF.

 

Samson: He was a killer then like he’s a killer now.

 

Before the Punisher can fully apply the front facelock, however, Seven forcefully shoves him away.  Tytan takes a couple of steps back and dusts himself off.  Mightily pissed, Tytan decks Seven with a hard right hand to the face.  The Dark Angel winces for a moment, before retaliating with a hard uppercut.  Tytan barely budges and goes for a side headlock.  Seven breaks free and hits Tytan with a hard headbutt.  The Venice Beach native goes for another Irish whip, sending the 7’1 Seven packing.  Tytan attempts but telegraphs a back body drop, allowing Seven to hit an athletic Running DDT, rolling into an extremely early cover on the Punisher.

 

ONE-Kickout!

 

Tytan absolutely powers out of the predicament, only to be blasted with a rough right hand from the Dark Angel, followed by another. 

 

Crumb: How long before you think Electric Sharpe gets involved into this match?

 

Samson: What makes you think that will even happen?

 

Crumb: It’s The Heretics…duh!

 

The two separate somewhat and circle the ring once again.  Tytan turns around to acknowledge Electric Sharpe’s presence, and continues to circle the ring.  Seven does likewise, only to fall into the trap of backing toward a lurking Sharpe.  From the outside, Sharpe takes Seven’s legs from under him, tripping him up.  Seven hits the mat hard as Ref Sonny Bright realizes what’s happening and begins to berate the 2004 Neophyte of the Year. 

 

Crumb: HA! I told you these two hellions couldn’t go a match without helping each other!

 

Samson: Shut up tool!

 

This allows Tytan to take advantage of a prone Dark Angel, approaching his fallen carcass and grabbing him roughly by the neck.  A sick smile on his face and holding Seven’s head with his left, Tytan raises his right arm only to drive his elbow down hard into Seven’s nose!

 

Nelson: Tytan is living up to his Punisher moniker with a move like that!

 

The crowd let out a shocked “OOOH” as Seven, uncharacteristically, howls in pain.  Blood begins to flow from his nose as if from a faucet as Tytan rolls him up in a tight package.  Sharpe turns Ref Bright’s attention to the pin attempt.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

The bell sounds as Tytan steals the match prematurely. 

 

Crumb: WHAT CAN SEVEN BE THINKING AS HE HAS LOST SO QUICKLY TO THE CHEATING HERETICS?!?!

 

Samson: Probably, “I wonder where The DisOrder is?!”

 

Tytan rolls out of the ring to be congratulated by Sharpe as “Enter Sandman” kicks in once again and the two Hellions make their way up the walkway.  All of a sudden, however, the music changes to that of the DisOrder’s theme music, Time Zone’s “World Destruction”. 

 

Nelson: Here comes help for Seven.

 

Crumb: STABLE WAR!!!!

 

Samson: You are such a tool!

 

On the stage emerge DisOrder members Brian Sabre and “The Untouchable” Kaine.  They make their way down towards the two Heretics, Sharpe and Tytan not backing down at all.  As the two DisOrder members square up to their Heretic counterparts, however, Heretic Pimp Bizkit blindside them from behind!!! A bloody, shocked Seven begins to stir in the ring as the three on two Heretic on DisOrder beatdown heats up.

 

Nelson: The Heretics have the clear advantage over Sabre and Kaine.

 

Security and officials quickly make it from backstage to break up the ruckus as the show goes to a commercial.

 

 

 

---Commercial---

 

Driving through the streets of Atlanta in a white 1993 Chevy Lumina is a young boy with glasses. He reaches over to turn the music up allowing "Force Fed" by Strapping Young Lad to be heard. As the young boy pulls up to a red light three college age women pull up in a 2004 Chevy Tahoe and hear the music playing from the car next to them.

Girl 1: "Hey kid what's that playing?"

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Girl 1: "Awesome song. Mind if I borrow it?"

Boy: "Go buy your own."

The light turns green and the kid smiles as he drives off leaving the girls astonished at what just happened.

GZW2K1 the Music
Vol. II

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"Game Over" by Lil Flip - Mychael Lord

"Superstar II" by Saliva - Edwin MacPhisto

"Tear It Up" by Young Wun - James Tanner

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"Force Fed" by Strapping Young Lad - Electric Sharpe

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“So good you've got to buy your own.”

~~

 

 

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“Timebomb” by Godsmack - Crimson Theme

 

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“Adrenaline” by Gavin Rossdale - Zachary Sharp’s Theme

 

“Across The Nation” by Union Underground - “Career Killer” Maxx Pain’s Theme

 

“Lose Yourself” by Eminem - “The Real Deal” Jimmy William’s Theme

 

“Troublesome 96” by Tupac Shakur- Tate Troublesome's Theme

 

“Bad To The Bone” by George Thorogood and The Destroyers - “Entertainment Franchise” Nathaniel Davis’ Theme

 

"Sprach Zarathrustra" by Richard Strauss - “The Jade Dragon” Sincere’s Theme

 

“Number One” by Nelly - “Champion of the People” Nathan William’s Theme

 

“Iron Man (This Means War Mix)” by Ozzy Osbourne and Busta Rhymes - “Wild Card” Eddie Knoxville’s Theme

 

“Hold Me Down” by Tommy Lee - Justin Sharp’s Theme

 

“Rock Star (Poser)” by N.E.R.D - “The First” Paul Spartan’s Theme

 

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~~

 

 

---The College Crew vs. Reject and “The First” Paul Spartan---

 

Nelson: Up next we have what is bound to be an interesting match…

Samson: If this were prison this is what they would call a gang ra…

Crumb: What do you mean? Rick Samson and Brent Wellington III are as good as anyone in GZW.

Samson: Ya… and John Taylor is a deserving GZW Champion.

Nelson: Let’s get to the ring!

"You've Gotta Fight" by The Beastie Boys blasts through the Staples Center as College Crew walk out onto the entrance ramp, rocking out and dancing to their music. They then do a jumping high five before starting to make their way to the ring. They then enter the ring, dance and rock out some more, and then wait for their opponents to come out.

Nelson: This should be an interesting match up as HKWF’s College Crew...

Samson: If this was IGW.

Nelson: Versus the six-time HKWF Hardcore Champion Reject...

The Staples Center lights go black as “Eraser” by Nine Inches Nails begins to echo across the arena. The main riff hits like a bolt of lightning and a sudden explosion of red and white pyros erupt out from the entrance. Reject makes his way out emerging from the smoke. Red laser lights circle the arena as Reject climbs into the ring highly focused upon the upcoming match.

Nelson: And the newest “Wild Card” Eddie Knoxville Television Champion, “The First” Paul Spartan.

”Faceless” by Godsmack echoes through the arena as the Zero-Tron flickers to life. The images of two boulders collide in the center of the screen. As they shatter, two stone words "THE FIRST" stands amongst the rumble. Black and white images flash on the screen. First, a man violently shuddering and heaving in an electric chair. The next scene depicts a distant hillside as a man hangs by a noose from a tree. The final scene depicts a man being led by an executioner to the guillotine. An explosion of white light blinds the crowd. As the light fades, Paul Spartan stands on the entrance. He peers through his black mane to the crowd. He pauses for a moment as he basks in the rain of boos. After taking a moment to focus, he walks to the ring. He glances over at a sign that reads: “Spartan, choke me out!” He shakes his head in disgust and continues into the ring. He stands in the far corner facing out.

Crumb: Regardless of this man’s legendary status in this company he should be banished forever for what he did to Tonya Glory last week at Fallout: Collision Course.

 

Samson: Those are the risks you take when you’re the World Heavyweight Champion as well as running your mouth against Paul Spartan.

College Crew tries to gain the upperhand, charging directly at Reject and Spartan before the bell even rings but to no avail as the two CCW legends shrug them off. They charge again, this time getting right hands for their efforts.

Samson: Interesting, huh?

Reject pounds down on top of Samson as BW3 is being stomped into oblivion by Spartan. The DisOrder member slowly drags BW3 to his feet, locking him in a front chancery. Pausing to taunt the crowd, he locks BW3's leg immobile before lifting him above his head, dropping him down head first with a fisherman's buster.

Samson: VIOLENT...ENCOUTER!

Spartan pauses before covering as Reject whips Samson into the ropes, going for a clothesline but Samson ducks the attempt, bouncing off the opposite side ropes, leaping up into the air, going for a running hurricanrana. Reject blocks the attempt, using his power to take Samson to the matt with a vicious jackknife powerbomb. Both Reject and Spartan cover their respective foes.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3!

Samson: Well, that was pathetic. I could've gotten a beer in that time.

Crumb: Yea, and I could've gotten laid.

Samson: No, you couldn't have.

Spartan and Reject exit the ring to “Eraser” as College Crew, who just had their asses kicked, are still in the ring. BW3 asks Herbert Torres for a mic and waits for the crowd's "You got served" chant to quiet down.

BW3: Okay, okay, you did just beat us... But you have a lot on us. Height, weight, experience, among other things. But we know we can beat you..... In Suc Mi Phi rules! Yeah, that's right. Our own match with our own rules. It can be any one of you bitches and we'll kick your asses so hard you'll say "Please Samson and BW3, show mercy!”

Samson: And we'll say "F*CK YOU! You had your F'ing chance!", and then we kick your asses again.

BW3: So, whenever you want, we'll take you guys on in Suc Mi Phi rules. You up for it?

Samson: Okay, okay, please give us your answer as quick as you can. There's no hurry, after all.

Reject and Spartan look at each other before walking back to the ring, sliding in.

Nelson: I think they want to do the Suc Mi Phi rules match now.

Crumb: Yea so Rick Samson and Brent Wellington III can show them who is REALLY the boss.

Samson: Well, it's not John Taylor, so it could possibly be the College Crew.

Suddenly the lights cut.

Nelson: Who turned out the lights?

Crumb: Did we forget to pay the electric bill?

THUD!

The sound of steel folding over someone's head echoes through the Staples Center.

Samson: What the hell was that?!

Crumb: Gunshot!?

The lights come back on to see a bloody and unconscious Spartan down in the ring. Reject looks around for the possible culprit while College Crew just stands on the outside.

Nelson: No, chairshot.

Reject turns around toward the ramp to see former Women’s World Heavyweight Champion Elexia Croix-Fortune standing there, smirk upon her face, mic in her hand.

Elexia: I told you Pauly; I will now control your destiny. You stole my title shot from me and now you will pay for your actions. Tata.

”Hair of the Dog” by Nazareth plays over the Staples Center speakers as Elexia drops to the mic and walks to the back.

 

 

 

---Introductions---

 

**A tired and worn out Seven is in his locker room backstage. Prepping to return home after a night of work. He tosses the last of his things into a black duffel back while recapping the nights events in his head before he is interrupted by one Jay Jameson.**

 

Jay: Hey what's up Seven?

 

**Jay strolls in to Seven's locker room gazing around with his trademark grin pasted across his face. He speaks with arrogance and sarcasm.**

 

Jay: Good night for you?

 

**Jay looks around some more as Seven stands tall tensing but silent, averting his attention to Jay.**

 

Jay: So tell me...how does a total chump like you...low/midcarder at best score a dressing room like this?

 

**Seven remains silent but his building anger can be seen in his facial expression.**

 

Jay: Lemme guess your like...sucking off the boss around here right?

 

**Jay's laughs.**

 

Jay: That not your style?

 

**Seven takes a deep breath and growls it out raising his chin slightly as he towers over Jay.**

 

Jay: Not a talker then are you? Thats cool. Just so well and good I am...looks like we're the underdogs in our match at WyLdSyDe...wrestling two, three days before the match...well I'll tell ya Seven...I feel totally awesome. How bout' you?

 

**Jay takes a seat on a leather armchair near the door of the dressing room.**

 

Jay: Sorry...forgot the cat had your tongue. Well Seven I'll tell you something I'll be damned if I'm an udnerdog...and I'll be like totally damned if I'm losing any kind of opportunity to a chump like you. In Hong Kong or anywhere for that matter.

 

**Jay grins**

 

Jay: So guess what...I'm not taking any chances.

 

**Seven senses what is about to ensue and makes the first move lunging headlong at the seated and vulnerable Jay who scrambles off the side of the chair and out of the grasps of Seven. Seven turns his head as he thrusts himself up from the chair at which he lunged but being greeted by only the huge gloved four-knuckles being thrown toward him. They connect square between the big man's eyes and a swift boot to the head by Jay seals the deal. The camera pans to show Jay standing aside a towering hulk of a man. He is Black by race as can be detected by his darkened skin and slightly flatter nose. He stands there cracking his knuckles as Jay grins at him.**

 

Jay: Oh sorry Seven...how like...totally rude of me. Meet my newest associate chump...he calls himself...D-Blow.

 

**The mass of a man labelled as D-Blow raises the right side of his mouth in a sort of half grin while leaning his head backward to crack his neck in a clockwise direction. He speaks in a deep husky low tonwd voice.**

 

D-Blow: Pleased to meet'cha.

 

**The scene fades out as Jay and D-Blow leave the dressing room.**

 

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---Commercial---

 

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---Risks willing to take---

 

Sitting in the living room of his home with several bandages covering his body is the reigning HKWF World Heavyweight Champion Nathan Williams.  Nathan leans over and grimaces in pain as he lifts the phone off the receiver to answer it.

Nathan: "Hello?"

Voice: "Mr. Williams this is Dr. Reiner just calling to check on you and see how your doing."

Nathan: "Could be better but I'll be fine.  I'm just taking a small break before heading to the airport to catch my flight."

Voice: "Where are you going?"

Nathan: "I'm going to Hong Kong to defend my title.  I told you about it remember?"

Voice: "Nathan you're not cleared medically to compete.  I'm afraid I'm gonna have to forbid you to go.  You still need to let your wounds heal."

Nathan: "With all due respect sir, I'm headed to Hong Kong and there's nothing you can say to change my mind."

Voice: "Nathan, I don't wanna have to call Seth Richards but I will if it will keep you outta the ring."

Nathan: "F*CK SETH RICHARDS!  That ass kissing, toupee wearing prick can go to hell for all I care.  I don't go by his rules.  So you can call Seth Richards all you want but the fact remains that I WILL be in Hong Kong and I WILL be defending this title."

Voice: "But Nathan you risk the chance of getting hurt even worse by going out there and competing."

Nathan: "Ya know what doc?  Thats a risk I'm willing to take.  Thank you for your concern but I have to go.  Good bye."

Nathan hangs the receiver up and lays his head on the back of the couch as he relaxs.

Nathan: "Zac last time we met you lucked out and got a cheap victory over me.  But not this time.  This time your mine."

Nathan closes his eyes in order for him to fully relax before leaving as the scene fades.

 

~~

 

 

---Extreme Heavyweight Championship Match: Enclosed Steel Cage Match: “Buzzing” Electric Sharpe vs. “The Real Deal” Jimmy Williams---

 

The sound of a heartbeat is heard echoing around the Staples Center as green strobe lights flicker on and off to the beat. Suddenly the heartbeat flat lines sending an eerie sound through the area. As the loud shrill continues the opening beat to “Bring the Pain” by Lil Flip kicks in sending the crowd into a mixture of cheers and boos. Jimmy walks out and stops at the head of the ramp for a moment to survey the scene. He sneers as he walks to the ring and once inside he hops on the second turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air.

 

Nelson: Next up is the newly reinstated Extreme Heavyweight Championship as the last man to hold the title, Jimmy Williams, faces off against The Heretics Electric Sharpe.

 

Samson: And for the record this will be the fourth time these two will have met and fourth time Sharpe will prove to Williams he is old news in the Extreme division.

 

Crumb: I think these one is going to be the bloodiest meeting between the two as both are going to be inside of an enclosed steel cage!

 

The opening beats of "Force Fed" by Strapping Young Lad hit the speakers as Electric Sharpe makes his way out, Clancy McClean walking right next to him. He makes his way down to the ringside and gets inside the cage. Meanwhile CMC takes a seat next to the announcement table holding a nine-iron golf club and a can of mace.

Crumb: Now why would Mr. McClean have those with him?

Samson: For protection of course.

The camera pans back to the entrance stage where Phillip Tytan has a steel chair in his hand. He sets it down on the stage, keeping watching of the entrance and ring.

Nelson: Heh, looks like a stacked deck against Jimmy Williams!

Samson: Now why say that? They haven’t done anything.

Crumb: Yet. I told you these hellions can’t do anything by themselves!

The cage door closes and the bell rings. Sharpe goes on the attack with a superkick, staggering Jimmy. He grabs Jimmy’s head and throws his face into the cage once, twice, three times in a row. The 2004 Neophyte of the Year kicks the Real Deal a few times to the abdomen, and an elbow shot to the back of his head. Sharpe Irish whips Jimmy, but Jimmy reverses. Sharpe ducks a clothesline. Sharpe turns Jimmy around, gives him a kick to the gut then executes a DDT. Referee Patricia Albertson doesn’t even attempt a count as Sharpe mounts his attack laying in some hard punches right into Jimmy’s face.

Nelson: Electric Sharpe is coming out the gate fast!

Samson: And neither McClean or Phillip Tytan have gotten involved!

Crumb: Thus far. How long will it last though?

Jimmy blocks an attack from Sharpe, driving his elbow deep into his stomach. Jimmy picks Sharpe up and drops him with a bodyslam. He pulls Sharpe back up, lifts him up into a fireman’s carry position, going for a gutbuster maneuver but Sharpe reverses out of it landing on his feet pressing off his knee with his arms to avoid the gut busting contact then quickly rolling out of Jimmy’s reach and booting him in the head. Sharpe charges at Jimmy but is met with a big boot square in the face. A sickening thud is heard as Sharpe’s head hits the mat. Jimmy keeps pounding on him laying his boots into his chest again and again. With every stomp he applies on Sharpe the crowd boos even louder.

Nelson: Electric Sharpe’s in a bad spot right now.

Crumb: Sharpe has to stay away from Williams as much as he can. He can’t match him power for power.

Jimmy lifts Sharpe back up and uses his head as a battering ram into the cage. Sharpe’s face is now busted open as the blood drips on the mat. Jimmy pulls Sharpe by his hair, hitting a reverse DDT creating a loud thud. The crowd “oooooohhhs.” Jimmy goes for a pin cover as Ref Albertson counts.

 

1...

 

2.…Sharpe kicks out and gets back to one knee.

 

Jimmy immediately swings into the ropes and goes for another big boot. Sharpe ducks out of the way. He swings a stiff kick to Jimmy’s knee trying to slow the bigger man down. Sharpe Irish whips Jimmy. On his return Sharpe hits a high Hapkido dropkick right in the face.

Nelson: Oh god what a shot to the face!

Samson: Yes!

Crumb: Jimmy William has got to be dazed after that one.

Sharpe pulls Jimmy back up, Jimmy throws a punch, Sharpe ducks underneath his punch. Jimmy grabs him by the throat in an attempted chokeslam, Sharpe counters by kicking Jimmy in the groin, followed by an armbar hold. Jimmy shoves him hard making Sharpe break the hold. Sharpe lunges forward and Jimmy executes a vicious sitout spinebuster, yelling at Sharpe as he hits the canvas. Jimmy backs up some staring at Sharpe as the Ref Albertson starts the count.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3...

 

4...

 

5...Sharpe slowly starts to get up.

 

Jimmy grabs him by the throat and rams Sharpe’s head into the cage. Sharpe stumbles backward into the corner looking rather dazed. Jimmy charges into the corner full speed…at the last second Sharpe gets a boot up hitting Jimmy in the face, staggering him a little.

Nelson: That was pure instinct by the Extreme Heretic.

Samson: Pure talent, just pure talent!

Sharpe whips Jimmy who easily reverses sending Sharpe into the ropes, but Sharpe plants his feet and uses the bounce of the ropes to power a leap into a crossbody. Jimmy catches him and smiles, tosses him up to his shoulders but Sharpe reaches back and rakes his fingernails across Jimmy's face, and uses the momentary distraction to drop behind the younger Williams brother.

Nelson: That cheap little...

Samson: Genius.

Nelson: I was thinking more of an insult.

Crumb: I guess it was pretty smart.

Before the former two-time Extreme Heavyweight Champion realizes Sharpe is behind him, he takes a solid cut kick, just above his left knee, buckling it but Jimmy is just able to stay up. He spins around with a huge punch but finds nothing and looks shocked to see no one there, until he looks to the ground where Sharpe is smiling with a laying sidekick to the kneecap. Jimmy reels and falls forward nearly landing on Sharpe. Electric rolls to his feet and boots Jimmy in the head.

Crumb: What must Jimmy Williams be thinking?

Samson: Probably regretting that he showed up tonight.

Jimmy starts to get up but Sharpe waits for the exact moment and executes a swinging neckbreaker. Ref Albertson starts the count.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3...

 

4...

 

5...

 

6...Jimmy gets back to his feet but even slower than before.

 

Sharpe grabs Jimmy by the head and hits him with an elbow smash to the face. Sharpe bounces into the ropes and as he comes off Jimmy hits Hell Bent (running shoulder block)! Sharpe hits the mat harder than a rock falling off the edge of a cliff.

Samson: NO!

Nelson: Jimmy Williams just landed Hell Bent and Electric Sharpe didn’t see it coming!

Crumb: Sharpe is down, I don’t know if he’ll be able to get back up to his feet!

Jimmy leans against the ropes as Ref Albertson starts counting Sharpe.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3...

 

4...Sharpe grabs the bottom rope.

 

5…

 

6…

 

7...Sharpe gets back up to one knee.

 

Jimmy hits a stiff double axe handle in the middle of Sharpe’s shoulderblade. Jimmy keeps attacking, stomping on his back. Jimmy picks up the nearly knocked out Sharpe and executes a vertical suplex on him. Jimmy looks down at Sharpe for a second…then climbs the top rope…then begins climbing the cage wall until he’s at the top. The crowd waits in anticipation.

Samson: Tell me he isn’t going to do what I think he’s gonna do?

Nelson: This is beyond a high risk here.

Crumb: He’s going to jump!

As Todd Crumb says that comment, Jimmy jumps with a flying elbow and HE MISSES IT! Sharpe moved out of the way at the last split second. Jimmy holds his elbow in agony on the mat. Sharpe slowly gets back to his feet. He gets back to a standing position and starts working on Jimmy’s elbow/arm, putting him into a submission like hold. The pain is evident on his face, but he refuses to submit. Jimmy reaches the ring rope for leverage and after being in the submission hold for two minutes, kicks Sharpe off of him. Sharpe comes back at Jimmy. The Real Deal reluctantly throws a shoulderblock with the arm Sharpe worked on in order to take Sharpe back down to the canvas. While Sharpe is down, Jimmy quickly tries to massage his arm and get some feeling back into. Jimmy picks Sharpe off the canvas and places his head between his legs for a powerbomb, lifting him, and…

Nelson: No! Sharpe misted Williams in the face.

Samson: Electric Sharpe uses mist... I like it. That is obviously a trick that Monarch taught him.

Crumb: Why is it red?

Nelson: The Japanese use it…it burns your eyes.

With Jimmy suddenly distracted Sharpe swings his left leg free and grabs Jimmy by the hair, pulling him down face first with a huge falling leg drop. Sharpe is up in a flash, eyes blazing and mouth dripping of red mist. Jimmy is rolling in pain as Sharpe goes to work, repeatedly sending stiff kicks to the side of Jimmy's head, yelling at him to tap or be dead. Jimmy covers up and Sharpe stomps his exposed gut then quickly drops a knee across the throat, grabbing two handfuls of hair and pressing his shinbone across Jimmy's windpipe. Jimmy flails wildly, trying to knock Sharpe off with punches, and then trying to press Sharpe off.

Samson: This is great... He's going to kill him.

Nelson: I think Referee Albertson wants the hold broken.

Crumb: It's a choke.

Samson: IT'S AN EXTREME MATCH!

Ref Albertson warns Sharpe who only smiles and pulls harder. Jimmy's face is turning blue and Ref Albertson pulls Sharpe off. Sharpe raises his arm like he won but Ref Albertson quickly corrects him. Sharpe looks at Ref Albertson and snaps, punching her square in the face and laying a jumping double stomp to the gut.

Nelson: What! DQ him, this match is over!

Samson: But there is no DQ in this match...

Ref Albertson rolls around, as Sharpe is hot, smiles and turns back to Jimmy and charges the man who is making it to one knee. Jimmy in a daze looks up, sees Ref Albertson down and then is taken down with a diving shoulderblock to the face from a running Sharpe. The Human Leech latches on and starts biting Jimmy above his right eye. Jimmy pushes him off and rolls to his hands and knees but Sharpe doesn't relent and is back with a cut kick above the elbow, knocking Jimmy's arm out from under him. Sharpe slams down on Jimmy's back with a double stomp and points a finger at Ref Albertson who is finding her feet in the corner with the help of the ropes.

Nelson: He should be DQ'd!

Samson: Relax. Referee Albertson overstepped her bounds.

Crumb: I didn't think so.

Samson: She did.

Jimmy gets up in time to meet Sharpe eye to eye from across the ring as Sharpe turns back to him tossing the ref towards the center of the ring. Sharpe comes in at Jimmy but Jimmy levels him with a kick to the gut. He lifts him up into a helicopter spin position. Jimmy takes him down with a No Remorse (helicopter spin onto a pedigree). He goes for the cover. Ref Albertson counts.

 

1...

 

2...kickout barely by Sharpe.

 

Jimmy gains momentum as he boots Sharpe to the mat to the delight of the fans. He lifts his arms up as the Heretic rolls to the side and grabs a chair. With a crack to the knee Jimmy goes down and the fans erupt into a chorus of boos. Sharpe gets up as Jimmy makes it to one knee. Sharpe stalks Jimmy from behind and as Jimmy turns Sharpe slams the chair down on Jimmy's face, splattering blood from the blow. Jimmy drops to his knees but tries to get up only to receive another vicious shot to the head. Jimmy drops to the mat face down.

Nelson: I think it's over...

Samson: What a match! I love it... I wish Irons were here. 

Sharpe points to the turnbuckle with the chair then slams it across Jimmy's back. Jimmy doesn't move and Ref Albertson tries to check on him, but the sadistic Sharpe pushes him away and climbs the turnbuckle. Sharpe makes his way to the top slowly, as Jimmy begins to rise to his feet. Just as Sharpe gets to the top and turns around to set himself up for a dive off the top of the cage, Jimmy runs forwards and slams into the side of the cage. Sharpe loses his balance and falls, crotch first, into the side of the cage.

 

Nelson, Samson, and Crumb: OUCH!

 

Jimmy, nursing an injured shoulder, makes his way up the cage. With his huge frame Jimmy makes his way up to the top of the cage in a matter of seconds. Pulling Sharpe back to the feet, Jimmy attempts a superplex off the top of the cage. Somehow, Sharpe is able to block it. Electric tries to reverse the suplex and in an impossible feat of strength, Jimmy is lifted into the air. Unfortunately for Sharpe, he cannot handle such weight and both men go flying face first to the mat.

Nelson: OH MY GOD!

Crumb: These two are dead…

The two men hit the mat with a horrific shattering sound, as the cables holding the cage in place snap. Almost like an avalanche, the walls of the cage begin to fall, and with the fury of the tidal wave the two men are buried in steel.

Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!

Samson: Holy sh*t is right.

Outside the ring, Ref Albertson begins to count.

 

1…

 

2…

 

3…

CMC and Tytan, who has run down the rampway, try to get to the buried Sharpe but the walls of the cage block them.

 

Nelson: I don’t think that anyone is getting up from that one.

4…

 

5…

 

6…

 

7…

 

8…

 

9…

 

10! Ref Albertson rings the bell!

Crumb: Get the EMTs out here!

Samson: Screw the EMTs…get the fire department with the Jaws of Life!

Nelson: Folks…we have to take an extended commercial break...We’ll be right back.

 

 

 

---Commercial---

 

 

it's here...








"At Our Best"




Eight Men...Seven Battles...Only one...

Lord of the Coliseum 2004
Coming this month to Crimson

 

~~

 

 

 

 

GroundZero Enterprises™ presents:

 

The Road to Aftermath 2K4 ends as the roster of GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 prepare for…

 

Aftermath2K4

 

Coming 31^st December 2004

 

From the GZW2K1 Coliseum in Atlanta, Georgia

 

Only on pay-per-view

 

~~

 

 

~~

---Main Event: GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship Match: “GZW’s Rizin’ Star” Kid Kaos vs. “The Lone Gunman” John Taylor---

Samson: This should be a good one…Taylor gets to kick the crap out of this young punk.

Crumb: Kid Kaos has always been impressive.

The lights dim and Young Buck’s “Let Me In” starts blasting the PA system. KK comes out at the top of the ramp and stops for a moment as a few different colored flash pots go off around him and up in the rafters. KK smiles at the crowd and starts making his way to the ring, giving off a somewhat smug look as he slides under the ropes. He hops on the middle rope and then hops off throwing his arms out and posing for the crowd. He then gets ready to start the match.

Nelson: Kid Kaos looking more than ready. It should be noted that Kid Kaos was scheduled to wrestle for the World Heavyweight Championship before GZW temporarily closed lasted year.

Samson: He still would have been beaten but instead of John Taylor it would have been Paul Spartan.

The lone, gut-wrenching introductory guitar riff of Every Time I Die's "In The Event That Everything Should Go Terribly Wrong" escapes the sound system as the lighting in the arena turns to grey, giving the impression that the entire arena is being captured through a black & white camera. As the almost animalistic drum work and Keith Buckley's distant, inaudible vocals kick in, the lighting turns to a "night-vision" style red. Shown on the Zerotron are various clips of John Taylor competing against various wrestlers; some masked Mexicans, Asians, unknown Caucasians as well as the likes of "Smooth Operator" Billy Bond, James "Monarch" Corbin, Hades Fiery, Pimp Bizkit and "El Gambit" Santiago DeTouwce, amongst others.  The World Heavyweight Championship belt draped rigidly over his right shoulder, The Lone Gunman steps out onto the stage to a vicious amount of heel heat. Completely focused, he marches methodically down the walkway. Reaching the ring apron, Taylor slowly removes the title belt from his shoulder and slides it into the ring under the bottom rope. Paying absolutely no attention to the hostile crowd surrounding him, he ascends the steps before stepping slowly through the middle and top rope. Taylor scoops up the belt and holds it high above his head, to a less than enviable crowd reaction.  Handing his prized possession carefully to Senior Referee Richard Dark, Taylor throws a number of rapid punches, warming himself up as the lighting returns to normal and his music slowly fades to silence.

As soon as the bell rings, Gunman charges at KK with a clothesline. KK acts quick, changing it into an arm wrench, followed by a kick to the abdomen and a second kick to the head. Gunman goes down and gets back up as KK steps back.

Crumb: And Kid Kaos strikes first blood.

Samson: What blood? It didn't even give the Champ a headache!

Gunman runs at KK again. KK executes a hiptoss and backs up. Gunman runs at him again. KK sidesteps. Gunman almost hits the corner. He turns and KK kicks him with a spinning heel kick. Gunnman goes into the corner and sits there. KK steps back, but suddenly goes right back in, grabbing Gunman by the head and executing a tornado DDT. KK again steps back.

Crumb: Kid Kaos is hitting, but not capitalizing.

Samson: Cause he knows there's no way he can keep Lone Gunman down.

Nelson: It seems Kid Kaos has decided to go with a hit and run tactic.

Gunman gets back up and KK attacks with a series of snap kicks.  KK steps back and executes a running armdrag. Gunman hits the mat, but bounces back up. KK bounces off the ropes and catches Gunman with a bulldog lariat. Gunman again hits the mat. KK backs up and Gunman pulls himself up by the ropes. KK immediately goes after and whips Gunman to the corner. KK follows in with an avalanche splash. Gunman stumbles out of the corner. KK goes from behind and executes a belly to back suplex. Gunman gets up again and KK nails a DDT. Gunman rolls right back to his feet.

Nelson: Kid Kaos is giving everything and John Taylor seems to be only getting up out of instinct.

KK backs up, but then goes after Gunman whipping him off the ropes. KK tries to give Gunman a hiptoss. Gunman hooks a leg behind KK and locks in an abdominal stretch. KK is in pain but inches towards the ropes. KK grabs the ropes. Senior Ref Richard Dark tells the World Champ to break the move. Gunman releases the pressure point, but holds his foot behind KK. GZW’s Rizin’ Star tries to escape, but Gunman gives him a headbutt followed by a side Russian leg sweep.

Samson: The World Heavyweight Champion has taken control! Whoo!

Crumb: Yea, after getting his ass kicked by Kid Kaos for fifteen minutes.

Gunman rolls over and tries for a pin. 

Nelson: First pin attempt.

1...

2...KK grabs the bottom rope. 

Samson: That was the wimpiest pin escape ever.

Gunman gets to his feet and begins to stomp away on KK. Gunman pulls KK up and whips him off the ropes. Gunman nails KK with a kick to the chest. KK flies back and bounces off the ropes again. This time Gunman catches him with a DDT.  Gunman hooks a leg back.

Crumb: John Taylor goes for another pin attempt.

1...

2...shoulder up. 

Crumb: Kid Kaos is out again.

Samson: Damnit, kick that faced painted punk's ass!

Gunman pulls KK up again and this time executes a huge vertical suplex. Gunman rolls around and hooks a leg back.

Nelson: And another pin attempt.

1...

2...kick out!

Samson: How does he keep doing this!

Crumb: Maybe Taylor should do a little more wearing down before he tries for a pin!

Gunman pulls KK up and throws him off the ropes. Gunman almost tears off his head with a clothesline. KK hits the mat hard and out of instinct gets to his feet. Gunman turns and KK kicks him in the gut and executes a DDT. KK hits the mat and begins to roll. Gunman sees this and grabs the top rope, while stomping on KK. Gunman, pauses, pulls KK up and gives him a scoop slam. Gunman stomps more, and then bounces off the ropes, nailing a leg drop. Gunman rolls through and nails an elbow drop, holding for a pin.

Crumb: Nonchalant pin.

Samson: It’s his now.

1...

2...KICKOUT! 

Samson: DAMNIT!

Gunman’s eyes widen. Gunman pulls KK and throws him to the corner. Gunman totally goes out of control, punching and kicking like crazy. Gunman executes a snapmare and locks in a sleeper. At first KK fights, but he then begins to fades.

Samson: YES! It’s done!

Senior Ref Dark goes to check the arm. He lifts it, it falls. He lifts it, it falls. He lifts it...Gunman releases the hold and slams KK down with a hair slam.

Crumb: WHAT! HE JUST THREW THE MATCH AWAY!

Samson: Wha....I'm sure he has a plan, I'm sure.

Gunman drops down and begins to pound away on KK. Kid Kaos tries to fight, but can't. Gunman pauses. Gunman pulls KK up and nails him with a short arm chokeslam. Gunman pulls KK up again, and this time pulls KK up for a powerbomb.

Samson: This'll be it...

Nelson: Joshua, you might be right.

Crumb: Fight Kid Kaos, fight!

KK does just that, giving Gunman an eyepoke followed by a hurricanrana. 

Crumb: Kid kaos has just saved himself from a loss and kept him in the match for the World Heavyweight title.

KK slowly gets up. Gunman is up seconds afterwards. Gunman charges at Kaos. KK nails Gunman with a turnbuckle smash followed by a drop toehold. KK goes off the ropes and nails an Asai leg drop to the back of Gunman’s head. KK flips Gunman over and goes for a pin.

Nelson: Nice combo may end it.

1...kick out!

Samson: HAHA! Not even a two-count!

Gunman gets back to his feet and swings at KK. The former Regional Heavyweight Champion ducks and executes a tiger suplex. Gunman climbs back to his feet. KK immediately catches him with a springboard rana. The Champ refuses to stay down. KK grabs him and executes a series of double underhook knee strikes. Gunman can't escape. KK turns it and locks in a crossface chicken wing. Gunman is in pain and immediately uses his strength advantage to get to the ropes. KK backs up. Gunman gets to his feet and KK nails him with a cradle piledriver. KK turns to the top and goes up.

Crumb: Up top. This is where Kid Kaos feels most at home.

KK flies off the top with a high impact frog splash. KK seems to have hurt himself, but holds the pin.

1...

2...shoulder up.

Nelson: Close one there.

KK gets to his feet and pulls Gunman up. KK throws Gunman to the corner and executes Kaotic Kruzha (implant eye of the hurricane).

Crumb: THAT’S IT! THAT’S IT! KID KAOS’ SIGNATURE MOVE!

KK catches his breath, but finally goes for the pin. 

Nelson: This has to be it.

1...

2...KICKOUT! 

Crumb: OH MY! OH MY! HOW'D HE DO THAT?!

Samson: I knew he had it in him! He’s the damn champ!

KK seems to be breathing heavily. KK pulls Gunman up and signals for the K-Driver (dominator into implant DDT).

Crumb: If Kid Kaos hits this, it’s over.

Samson: He won't.

KK is about to hit the move, but Gunman won't let it happen. Gunman reverses it and hits Violence of Silence.

Samson: LOOK AT THAT! LOOK AT THAT! THE MOVE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!

Crumb: Amazing!

Gunman and KK both seem out of it. Gunman is atop KK after the move. Senior Ref Dark drops to count.

1…

2…

3!

Crumb: John Taylor wins! John Taylor wins!

Nelson: This was a great back and forth match and the World Champion just got it out of nowhere.

Samson: I told you, he would take it to this young punk.

Nelson: I don’t know…Kid Kaos looked REALLY impressive tonight.

Samson: Yeah so impressive that he lost his chance to once again win the big one when it counts!

 

Nelson: We are out of time folks…

 

“Engel” by Rammstein interrupts the closing of Patrick Nelson as The Disorder member Brian Sabre, dressed in his wrestling gear, walks out. The crowd showers the former HKWF World Heavyweight Champion as he pulls a microphone from his tights as he steps over the top ring rope to enter the ring.

Crumb: This is unexpected!

 

Sabre: It’s not like you didn’t expect me to come out here. The rumors have been floating around the Internet and backstage concerning me calling you out tonight. Well guess what, you CHICKEN, I’m calling you out!

 

The crowd breaks out in cheers as well as some “MONARCH SUCKS” chants. Sabre plays to the crowd hyping up the “MONARCH SUCKS” chant.

 

Samson: Brian Sabre has done some amazing things for his career since last year but this crusade he has been on trying to best Monarch is a clear sign he isn’t ready!

 

Crumb: Well this L.A. crowd is firmly behind Sabre.

 

Nelson: Even I’m amazed at that!

 

Sabre: It’s my time take the crown of Monarch of CCW! It’s my time to disenfranchise the Wrestling Franchise! IT IS MY TIME TO BREAK THE GLASS CEILING!! There is no place for you to run anymore, old man. You can’t hide behind The Heretics anymore.

 

Nelson: Sabre is really calling out Monarch. I don’t think he is even here in Los Angeles as it was seen earlier today that three days ago he was in an automobile accident.

 

Crumb: I was backstage during one of the breaks and no one even mentioned Monarch being here.

 

Samson: And that’s why Sabre is out here making a career-ending move because he knows that Real Wrestling isn’t even in the damn state!

 

Sabre points at the entranceway as his image is projected on the Zero-Tron.

 

Sabre: I KNOW YOU HAVE SNUCK INTO THE BUILDING, OLD MAN! BRING YOUR CHICKEN SH*T ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!

The crowd cheers with all they have as Sabre flexes slightly, his eyes never leaving the entranceway ramp. The lights go down across the Staple Center as up on the Zero-Tron, the familiar Kanji symbols for “WRESTLING FRANCHISE” appears and morphs into the words “JAMES CORBIN”. A low loud guitar tone races from the PA, followed by another one. With a sudden burst of pyros next to the entrance, Monarch walks out and stands still at the top of the ramp as “Superbeast” by Rob Zombie starts playing over the sound system. A spotlight hits him as he stands still, looking down at the ground as more pyros go off next to him. The crowd explodes as he scans the crowd from left to right with a sneer on his face that quickly fades to his trademark smirk.

 

Samson: Kanye West never made a more poignant song when he made that song for Monarch.

 

Crumb: What song…”Jesus Walked”?

 

Samson: That’s it.

 

Nelson: You are so going to hell, Samson, for sure.

 

Monarch walks the ramp as the music continues, never taking his eyes off of the ring and Sabre. He climbs between the ropes and then starts pulling on them a little, testing the strength as the lights return and the music stops. He goes to the opposite corner as Sabre, the two men locking gazes but not saying a word or changing expressions. The crowd is going wild as they see the match starting that they never thought they'd see. Herbert Torres announces the entrant.

Torres: And his opponent from Portsmouth, England. He is the ONLY man to be crowned the Combined Championship Wrestling Triple Crown Heavyweight Champion. He stands at six feet three inches and weighs 265 lbs. He is James Corbin....THE MONARCH!!!!!

The crowd cheers as Monarch leans into his corner, doing a warm up squat and testing the ropes. Torres leaves the ring as Referee Paulie Newman, who has quietly run down after Monarch, takes his place, calling the two men to the center of the ring. The crowd's buzz is out of hand as the two men face off inches from each other. The rules are explained but Monarch and Sabre just have eyes on each other, the whole rest of the world gone to them.

 

Nelson: This impromptu match has been a match in the making since the day of The Restart...since the day Brain Sabre began his career...since the man known as The Monarch became a household name. No titles or title shots here, just two men who want to prove that he is the best we have to offer.

Crumb: Right you are Patrick. No titles on the line here. Respect. Pride. Ego. THAT IS what is at stake in this match. And these two men have promised nothing less than a war unlike any CCW match in history.

The bell rings and immediately they start circling each other with slow steps, the size difference staggering. Monarch is a large man and Sabre just dwarfs him with his presence. Monarch quickly lashes out with a take down attempt, then fakes to the other side as Sabre just as quickly goes to counter. Monarch does the same thing from the other side, but Sabre is just as quick to counter. Monarch fakes doing it again, but as Sabre goes to counter in the same way, he ducks back, ready for it. As Sabre leaves himself open for that split second, The Heretic Mentor pounces on him and hits him with a takedown into a pinfall attempt that doesn't even get a one.

 

Monarch rolls through with it as fast as he can, trying to keep Sabre grounded as he wrenches in a quick headlock. Sabre goes to counter it with his own, but Monarch rolls through on it back to a headlock from the other side! Sabre then just casually stands up ands throws Monarch off of him and to the mat. Monarch dives at him again but Sabre again just uses his massive strength to swat Monarch like a fly back into the mat. The big man smiles as Monarch staggers to his feet, his eyes still never leaving his opponent.

Crumb: Is that...fear...in James Corbin's eyes?

Nelson: Monarch has been through a lot in CCW, but he's never matched up with someone the size and power of Sabre. Monarch's strengths lie in his unmatched technical skill, but as we see, that's not amounting to much against Brian Sabre. And there's no way he can fight toe to toe with Sabre...no one can.

Samson: Is no one remembering that Monarch put Lord Deacon Kane on the shelf almost two years ago?

Sabre goes to lift the downed Monarch up, but The Heretic again is too quick, rolling through his grasp and taking him down with an armbar that he wrenches on TIGHT! Sabre yells out in the pain and fights his way out of it, only to have Monarch roll with it, turning it into a rolling armbar! Sabre struggles a bit, then again uses his massive strength to just casually toss Monarch off of him back to the mat. Now it's apparent in his eyes Monarch is at a loss as to what to do.

 

Suddenly he rolls up to his feet and lashes out with a lariat aimed at the thick neck of Sabre, which connects! But the big man staggers...and doesn't fall. Monarch runs the ropes as Sabre regains his bearings and hits a MASSIVE clothesline from hell...this one finally sending Sabre to the mat. Monarch goes for a cover.

 

1...and Sabre kicks out at one!

 

The crowd is shocked but not as much as Monarch.

Samson: Did he...just kick out...of that...at one?! Monarch's boned.

Crumb: Brian Sabre seems to just be toying with Monarch...and Monarch seems to realize it.

Sabre struggles slowly to his feet from the running lariat but Monarch again goes on the attack. The Wrestling Franchise runs behind Sabre and after wrapping his arms around his waist he throws him back with a picture perfect release German Suplex that sends Sabre to the mat on his head!!!! Monarch turns around as the crowd cheers, and he is unable to see as Sabre casually rises up behind him, the suplex having NO EFFECT on the big man. The crowd goes wild as Monarch turns to see Sabre behind him, and Sabre grabs him around the face, setting up for The Mind Bender! Spittle flies from the mouth of Monarch as he is clutched and risen up into the air and then driven hard back first to the mat! Sabre raises Monarch up again but as he is up, Monarch counters it with an armdrag that sends Sabre down to the mat! Monarch rolls out of the ring to take a breather as Sabre for a moment seems to favor his Mind Bender arm, the same one that Monarch had worked on earlier.

Crumb: Wow...Sabre is just on fire tonight! Nothing seems to hurt him.

Nelson: I wouldn't be so sure he seems to be feeling the effects of the work on his arm. If Monarch was able to take out that arm, he wouldn't be able to hit the majority of his offense.

Crumb: Monarch doesn't seem to notice though...which is weird for him. Normally he's like a shark smelling blood but tonight he's just going for anything. Now look at him on the outside...he's almost throwing a fit!

Samson: Monarch can see this match slipping away from him moment by moment...if Sabre had hit The Mind Bender again it would've been over...but Monarch has hit his big moves to no effect. It has to hurt his gigantic ego.

Sabre gets to his feet on the inside of the ring as Monarch stalks around the ringside area. The Heretic is throwing chairs and tables around, and he kicks over some of the steel ring steps, throwing a fit, frustration and anger in his eyes. Sabre leans into the corner as if resting, which angers Monarch even more, but he still won't get in the ring. A young male fan on the outside starts calling Monarch a chicken at ringside and Monarch dives at him, trying to tear the kid's head off!!!! Security pulls him away as the kid recovers his bearings and the crowd starts chanting “MONARCH SUCKS, MONARCH SUCKS, MONARCH SUCKS” at the top of their lungs. Finally Monarch rolls back in the ring, leaving a trail of destruction on the outside.

Crumb: Why would he do that? He's lost it!!!! Not just tearing up the ringside area, but going after a kid...a fan!!!!

Samson: Monarch's ego and pride drives him...and right now Brian Sabre is shoving it down his throat. That's gotta hurt.

Nelson: It's gonna cost him the match too...Sabre is in Monarch's head now...and that means the fight is all but over.

Sabre comes up to Monarch as he enters the ring and offers him a free shot, raising his arms up and motioning at his face. Monarch hesitates and then nails Sabre in the chest with a knife-edge chop, “WHOO”s echoing across the Staple Center as he does so. Sabre yells at him, so he does it again...and again...and again...each chop harder than the first, every person watching cringing at the impact. Sabre though...doesn't move or seem effected, which enrages Monarch more. Finally, Sabre counters with his own shots...jaw-breaking forearms to Monarch's face! Monarch staggers back, but then starts fighting back, the two men trading blow for blow, each one stiffer than the last, the crowd almost uncomfortable at how hard they are hitting.

 

Monarch makes the mistake of going for a head butt though, which has NO EFFECT on Sabre, then the DisOrder member lands a BRUTAL head butt of his own which sends Monarch back. Sabre follows up with some forearm and elbows shots to Monarch's face, sending him into the corner. Sabre then runs to the opposite side of the ring and hits a DEVASTATING running kick to Monarch's already aching jaw. The effect is instantaneous as Monarch just falls to the mat in a heap. Sabre goes for the pin, the crowd counting along.

 

1...

 

2…Monarch kicks out at two!

Crumb: I can't watch...this is too much....

Samson: You thought they'd play nice? Monarch and Sabre have been waiting since last year to tear each other apart. Sabre's through playing though now and Monarch's paying the price.

Monarch is out on the mat as Sabre mounts him and starts just hammering with lefts and rights, nailing Real Wrestling back into the mat again and again. Sabre goes for another pin.

 

1...

 

2...and a kick out at two again!

 

Sabre lifts Monarch up, but James Corbin fights back with some forearm shots of his own, as brutal as Sabre's were. Monarch whips Sabre into the ropes, but the big man jumps up as agile as a lightheavyweight on the rebound and nails the Glass Ceiling with a stiff flying clothesline. Sabre goes for the cover again.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3.....NO! Monarch weakly kicks out at the last moment.

 

Monarch stumbles to his feet, but is quickly able to block a shot by Sabre and then counters with a spinning elbow smash...but it barely has any effect! Monarch hits a second one, this one making a loud crunching sound as it hits Sabre’s face and sending the big man down to the mat. Monarch covers.

 

1...and Sabre again kicks out at a one!

 

Monarch slaps the mat in frustration, only to have Sabre clutch him around the throat, blood pouring from his mouth, rage in his eyes.

Nelson: Monarch busted the mouth of Brian Sabre...look at the blood.

Samson: Screw the blood...look at the EYES of Sabre. That's the look a man gets in his face right before he kills someone. Again, let me say it...Monarch's boned.

Sabre comes to his feet with his hand clutches tight around Monarch's throat and he just THROWS Monarch into the top turnbuckle back first in a chokeslam type move. Sabre then starts hitting shoulder blocks to Monarch's ribs, one after another, each one bone crunching in its brutality. Monarch is a mess as Sabre smiles a merciless bloody smile. The crowd is nuclear at the match, everyone on their feet as the action unfolds. Sabre reels back and slaps Monarch hard in the face as he slouches, the crowd “oohing” and “ahhing” at the force of it. Monarch looks up at Sabre, now his own lips busted open, and a fire burns in his eyes.

Crumb: That was just total disrespect for Monarch by Sabre.

Samson: Again Todd...what did you expect from these two? Hugs? Handshakes? This is a battle unlike any other. After all that has gone on, no one wants to be the loser. And Sabre...well let's be honest...he's kicking the sh*t out of Monarch.

Nelson: Joshua...language...

Samson: It's a Sabre versus Monarch....who cares?

Sabre laughs at his rival and slaps him again...HARD! The crowd again goes wild, as the shot is just unparalleled in its brutality. Monarch snaps and begins hitting the former HKWF World heavyweight Champion with his own shots, just nailing him in the face with slap after slap. Sabre goes back, but Monarch keeps on...but then Sabre counters again as the two men exchange harsh blows at each other's faces, blood flying from their mouths, looks of hatred in their eyes. All over the ring they go exchanging blows, going from slaps to blood curdling chops, to jaw breaking forearms, but neither man budges an inch. Finally, Sabre hits one that sends Monarch reeling, but as Monarch falls he uses all his last strength to nail Sabre with another forearm shot that sends the big man down too. Both men are on the mat as a ten count is administered.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3...

 

4...the crowd counts along, the entire Staples Center totally immersed in what is going on.

Nelson: I have never...in all my years...seen a more brutal match. And this doesn't involve tables...or chairs...or ladders...or cages. Two men are just going with all they can. You almost can't call this wrestling...this is a fight to the finish.

5...

 

6...

 

7...Sabre rolls over onto Monarch, pinning his shoulders down.

 

1…

 

2...NO!

 

Monarch grabs Sabre’s outstretched arm and rolls him over with it into a pulling armbar. Sabre screams in pain but will not give and reaches for the ropes. Monarch rolls with it and pulls Sabre back into the center of the ring, keeping the armbar on, now with the way it is applied it could almost be called a standing crucifix armbar. Sabre tries to use force to pull out of it again, but Monarch knows how to counter it this time, turning it into an arm wringer, then a single arm DDT, then back to the armbar...the fans are on their feet screaming for Sabre...screaming for Monarch...booing and cheering with everything they have. Monarch is wild eyed and screaming “TAP YOU BLOODY SON OF A BITCH....COME ON M*THERF*CK*R TAP!!!” Sabre fights it though, and fights for the ropes...finally getting his tree trunk like leg over the bottom rope. Ref Newman tells Monarch to break the hold but he won't do it.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3...and Ref Newman forcibly breaks the hold, Monarch's eyes blazing with hate as he does so. Ref Newman yells at Monarch, and The Wrestling Franchise snaps and goes after him. Sabre uses this moment to recover and grab Monarch from behind and slam him back first into the turnbuckle.

Crumb: Monarch has truly lost it...he just can't win and he knows it...he's giving his all and Brian Sabre is barely breaking a sweat.

Nelson: I wouldn't go that far...Monarch's work on the big man's arm was causing him a lot of pain.

Crumb: Right...but Monarch is firing off all his big guns...to little effect. Sabre has barely even begun to show off all he's got.

Samson: I sorta like seeing Monarch like this....

Crumb: You would, wouldn't you?

Samson: It's too bad Sabre is still going to beat him.

Sabre leaves Monarch laying with blood pouring out of his mouth in one corner and goes to another corner. Casually he takes off the padding around the top turnbuckle as Ref Newman is checking on Monarch in the other corner. After he is done, Sabre returns to Monarch, grabs him and pulls him to the exposed turnbuckle. Sabre hooks him for a DDT and slams him headfirst into the exposed steel! Monarch is out on the mat as Sabre admires his handiwork. When Sabre lifts Monarch up again, Real Wrestling's already battle ruined forehead is a bloody mess.

Samson: Just what Monarch needs...more hideous scars.

Crumb: Sabre just needs to put Monarch out of his misery and end the match. Just stop toying around.

Sabre goes for the cover on Monarch.

 

1…

 

2...

 

3...NO! Monarch manages a weak shoulder up!

 

Sabre shows no frustration as he lifts Monarch up but Monarch rolls him up as he raises.

 

1...Sabre kicks out at one AGAIN but Monarch rolls through with the roll up into another standing armbar!!!!

 

Instantly, Sabre, who by now has scouted the move, lifts up and grabs Monarch on his shoulders with the armbar and then falls back with a ring shaking electric chair drop!!!!! The bloody beaten Monarch lays still as Sabre goes for the cover...the crowd chanting along.

 

1...

 

2...

 

Crumb: It's over....please let it end....

THREE!!!! NO!!!!! Monarch is up and the crowd is in total shock.

 

Sabre still shows no frustration. Sabre lifts Monarch up and pulls him towards the corner quickly, but Monarch thinks fast and counters by tossing Sabre’s hurt arm and shoulder into the ring post through the ropes. Sabre grimaces as Monarch pulls him out and does it a second time. Monarch drops Sabre to the mat and as blood pours from his forehead, a sadistic look in his eyes, he goes for the pin, putting extra pressure on the hurt arm.

 

1...and Sabre kicks out at one.

 

The crowd is in awe...Monarch is in shock. He shakes his head rapidly as if saying no and goes for the pin again, just as rough on the arm and shoulder.

 

1...and again Sabre kicks out.

 

Monarch slams his hands into the mat and yells out, his anger at a boiling point, his rage unchecked.

Nelson: Monarch has YET to get more than a one count on Sabre, despite hitting him with the hardest shots he has. But Sabre has had Monarch on the mat more than once in this match. Things aren't looking good for The Monarch.

Samson: You’re right nothing's looking good for The Monarch...he's got so much blood in his eyes he probably can't see a thing anyway.

Sabre is getting up from the mat as Monarch is pacing the ring, his sanity slipping before everyone's eyes. Ref Newman tries to talk to Monarch, but Monarch pushes him down hard to the mat and rolls out of the ring, the fans booing and chanting “MONARCH SUCKS, MONARCH SUCKS, MONARCH SUCKS” as he passes by. As Sabre stands in the center of the ring, Monarch yells at him from the outside.

Monarch: Come on you bloody m*therf*ck*r...I'm not scared of you...you're bloody nothing to me...I AM the CCW!!!!!! I built that bloody ring!!!!!

Crumb: He's gone over the edge...he's delirious...

Sabre has a look of pity in his eyes at the wretched creature on the outside. Monarch stalks around the ring, pulling steel chairs out from wherever he can find them and tossing them into the ring as Ref Newman tries to stop him and count him out. There are about ten chairs in the ring now, and Monarch takes a final one from Herbert Torres, roughly pulling it out from under him and sending him to the ground. Torres starts to argue but Monarch takes a swing at him with the chair, Torres barely getting out of the way as the chair makes a loud clang as it hits the ring barrier.

 

Monarch grins under his crimson mask and hops onto the ring apron...only to have Sabre hit a running big boot to the chair in his hands that knocks into his bleeding face and sends Monarch flying back off the apron into the barricade. As Ref Newman tries to clear the ring of the debris, Sabre rolls out of the ring and goes to the fallen Heretic, grabbing him and rolling him back into the ring, leaving a blood trail on the mat.

Crumb: Monarch is destroying everything in his path with no thought as to who he might hurt.

Nelson: He knows...

Samson: Knows what?

Nelson: That no matter what he does...he can't beat this much younger man. The realization has driven him over the precarious edge he was already on. He's almost scary now...there's no telling what he'll do next.

Samson: Well from the looks of it, next is losing to Brian Sabre!

Sabre has Monarch on the mat in the ring, Monarch bleeding like a stuck pig all over the place, the crowd at a fevered pitch at what has gone on. Sabre covers Monarch.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3...NO! The Monarch manages to kick out.

 

Sabre just casually gets up and pulls the broken Monarch with him, nailing him with a powerslam that has all the strength his almost three hundred pound frame can muster. Sabre runs the ropes and drops a quick elbow, his whole weight on it. He goes for the pin.

 

1…

 

2...

 

3...NO! Monarch hangs on!

Crumb: How does he keep kicking out? Sabre has Monarch almost dead in that ring, but The Wrestling Franchise has yet to truly damage his rival. I hate to say it, but the only way this is going to end is when one man's career ends.

Sabre still shows none of the anger and frustration that Monarch has, casually getting to his feet and taking his time, knowing he's in total control. Sabre lifts Monarch up and nails him with a staggering slap to the face, then another, then another. Sabre is screaming at Monarch to fight, but Monarch is still reeling. Sabre goes for another, but The Monarch suddenly blocks! Monarch quickly gets behind Sabre and grabs him for a German suplex, this time he spikes Sabre back first right into the metal exposed turnbuckle! Sabre hits hard and goes down to the mat, and Monarch follows up with a cover.

 

1…

 

2...and Sabre kicks out right at the two.

 

Monarch slams his hands on the mat and yells out again, furious. He argues with Ref Newman about a slow count and then goes for the pin again, this time using the bottom rope for leverage.

 

1...and Sabre kicks out at one again!!!!!!

 

Monarch just falls off of him and slams his own head into the mat over and over again, frustration and rage overtaking him again.

Crumb: This isn't even a match...this is a man falling apart before our eyes. I'm sorry folks but we just can't control Monarch's actions.

Monarch pulls Sabre up and hits a hammerlock suplex onto the big man's hurt arm and goes for the pinfall using the arm for leverage.

 

1…

 

2...and Sabre kicks out!

 

Monarch pouts again and goes back to his standing crucifix armbar right in the center of the ring. Finally, Sabre is showing signs of wear and tear, he is fighting hard, trying to remove Monarch, but Monarch is like a pit bull keeping the hold on and rolling through on any attempts to escape. Sabre reaches for the ropes but Monarch stomps on his free hand with his boots, causing Sabre to yell out in pain. Monarch calls for Sabre to tap...to submit, but Sabre holds on! Sabre tries to use his uncanny speed to roll through with it into a position of control, but Monarch is quicker and keeps the hold on wrenching the arm of Sabre, his eyes wild as he yells.

Nelson: Monarch might pull off the win with the armbar. He's destroying Sabre’s source of strength, so even if he doesn't submit, he still has to fight with a worthless arm.

After the last escape Sabre used, they edge closer to the ropes. Monarch has his standing crucifix armbar on Sabre tight, but now Brian is able to reach the ropes. Sabre grabs the rope with his free hand and hangs on for dear life, but Monarch will not release the hold!!!! Ref Newman tries to pull Monarch off of Sabre, but The Glass Ceiling will not budge. A count is administered.

 

1...

 

2...

 

3...but Monarch does not let go.

 

Finally, instead of DQ’ing Monarch, Ref Newman pulls Monarch off with all the force he can muster, but knocks himself on the mat in the process. Both Sabre and Ref Newman are out on the mat, and Monarch is positively seething as he stalks around the two of them and rolls to the outside, grabbing one of the chairs from earlier and bring it back in the ring. Sabre is standing when Monarch rushes him with a steel chair, so Sabre ducks the shot and nails Monarch with an elbow shot from his good arm that causes The Heretic to drop the chair. Sabre grabs Monarch for The Grave Digger (Sabre has opponent set up for wheelbarrel powerbomb, lifts so that opponent's torso is vertical, releases wheelbarrel lock, grips around throat, lifts up into a sitout chokeslam.). The fans are going wild as Sabre goes to hoist Monarch up.

Crumb: The Grave Digger!!!! It's over!

Nelson: Not yet...look!

Sabre tries to lift Monarch up but his arm is too damaged! Monarch drops down to his feet from the elevation and nails Sabre with a kick right to the groin! Monarch hooks Sabre for the Royal Bomb (torture rack into Lyger bomb) as the crowd is standing on their seats unable to contain themselves!!!! Sabre grabs one of Monarch's arms and as Monarch lifts him up, the big man floats over with a hold on Monarch's arm and as he lands he goes for a short arm clothesline, sacrificing his arm for the move!!!! Monarch grabs the arm though in his armbar variation!!!!! Monarch goes to roll Sabre down but Sabre has a clear head and manages to get a roll up pinfall attempt on Monarch from the move.

 

1...

 

2...

Crumb: What a sequence!!!! Brain Sabre might have The Wrestling Franchise here!!!!!

3...BRIAN SABRE WINS!!!!!!!

 

Monarch flies off of Sabre, who hits the mat clutching his arm and grimacing. Monarch gets in the face of Ref Newman and screams at him, pushing him back as he does.

Monarch: NO!!!!! YOUR BLOODY COUNT IS WRONG!!!!! I BLOODY WON!!!!!!! I CAN'T BLOODY LOSE...NOT TO HIM....NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

The crowd boos as Monarch nails Ref Newman with a stiff right and recovers the chair he just brought in. As Sabre struggles to his feet Monarch repeatedly massacre Referee Newman, busting him open and savaging him. Boos and “MONARCH SUCKS” chants fill the Staples Center, but Monarch doesn't hear anything. His eyes are wild and dangerous as he aims his chair at Sabre now, who finally goes down with one good shot to the head! Monarch starts laying into Sabre with shots all over his already damaged arm and his head. The blood flows from Monarch's head as he exerts himself, giving him an unholy look.

Crumb: Someone get help out here...Monarch is out of control....we need help now!!!!!!!

Monarch DESTROYS Sabre with the chair as he screams and yells and laughs the laugh of a man possessed. Sabre is now a bloody mess as much as Monarch if not more, and his arm looks to be hanging by just a thread of muscle. A squad of security and officials come to the ring but as they hop on the apron Monarch takes shots at all of them...wild shots as if he intends to crack their skulls open. Monarch cackles, his voice defeated and angry, his bitterness overcoming him.

Monarch: I SAID THE MAN OR THE BLOODY MONSTER...THE MAN OR THE MONARCH....NOW.....YOU GET THE BLOODY MONARCH!!!!!!!! AND YOU SHALL PAY ME WHAT I AM OWED GROUNDZERO WRESTLING.....IN F*CK*NG BLOOD!!!!!!

A nearly unconscious Sabre staggers to his feet, having never been left this broken or bloody in his career. His arm hangs limply at his side, but as Monarch turns his animalistic gaze on his rival, Sabre looks at him with pity...then flicks him off. Sabre stumbles into the turnbuckle as Monarch rages. Monarch pulls something out of a slit in his tights, something that looks like a sheet of paper. Monarch has something in his other hand but no one can see what it is from the camera's view.

Crumb: Oh...god....no.....

Monarch throws his arm out at Sabre and a fireball flies from his hand, engulfing the big man and sending him to the mat burning. Everyone at ringside rushes the ring with water bottles putting out Sabre, who has yet to move. Monarch rolls out of the ring as debris rains around him, a sinister smirk on his face, his teeth bared like a wolf as he admires his handiwork. Security chases him but he fights them off and runs, shouting as he goes.

Monarch: ENJOY YOUR F*CK*NG WIN BRIAN SABRE....YOU BLOODY EARNED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: I...I...don't know what to say. There are few morals or ethics in our business...but that crossed every line there has ever been. I hope Monarch never steps foot in a GZW event again...he's gone mad.

Crumb: But what about Brian Sabre....look they are loading him on a stretcher....has anyone EVER DONE that to Sabre before? He won the match...but at what cost? It'll be a shock if we ever see him in the ring again....why Monarch...why? I...I don't know what will happen if Monarch steps foot in GZW again. This...is beyond forgiveness.

 

 

 

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