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Tuesday Night Corruption
13th August, 2002
Live from the MCI Center, Washington DC
Welcome to the Global Wrestling Association!!!
That message flashes up on-screen, and then the first-ever airing of the Corruption credits begins. Then, we cut to the MCI arena in Washington, DC, where a packed crowd of 20,674 go wild, as a huge pyro show is set off. That finishes, and the camera swings around, showing the cheering fans. Signs such as "It's here!", "Let's get it on!", "I love Norberto!", and "GWA = Greatest Wrestling Available". We then cut to the announce table, where a familiar face is seated, alongside a more unfamiliar one.
JF - "Welcome, one and all, to the GWA! I'm Jim Floss, and beside me is a man who knows all about what it takes to be successful inside the squared circle, former AWF champion, Gordon "Flash" Gunn."
Flash - "Hey fans, and like good ol' JF says, welcome to the GWA! This is our first broadcast, and it's going to be one hell of a night."
JF - "It sure is, Flash. We're starting off the tournament which, at Genesis on September 1st, will end with the crowning of the inaugural GWA Heavyweight and Global champions. Four matches tonight, the last of which is our amazing main event, between two men with quite a bit of history. Former IWF superstars, multi-time champions, The Scottish Warrior and Psycho, will meet tonight inside that very ring."
Flash - "And let's not forget the hate that TSW feels for Psycho after the Insane One left the Bravehearts back in the IWF, to pursue a solo career."
JF - "And on top of that, there is, of course, the fact that the two men are brothers. Yes folks, it's bound to be an incredible main event here tonight. First though…"
JF is suddenly cut off by the theme from The Omen blaring through the PA system. The fans cheer loudly, simply because the first man ever to enter a GWA arena is about to make his way out.
Flash - "Who's this coming out here? I was expecting Deju Del Toro, and I know for a fact that's not his entrance music!"
As Flash finishes what he's saying, a man steps through the curtain from backstage, onto the stage at the top of the ramp. He is immaculately dressed in a navy suit and black shirt, and he stands on the stage, surveying the sold-out arena with a smile on his face.
JF - "That's Clint DeVasher, the GWA owner! It's only fitting that the first-ever GWA show is kicked off by the man who made it all possible!"
DeVasher heads to the ring, taking his time as he shakes hands with the fans at ringside. He climbs up the steps and onto the apron, then steps through the ropes into the ring. He waves to all four sides of the arena, before taking a microphone from ringside, and raising it to his mouth. A hush falls over the arena as the GWA owner begins to speak.
DeVasher - "Well, here we are, it's finally happened. After months of hard work, weeks of preparation, and days spent going over the finer details with a fine tooth-comb, the GWA has arrived. And looking around this arena, seeing all you fans here for our first show, I know it's all been worth it. And I am proud of what we have achieved in so short a time."
The fans cheer loudly, and begin to chant "GWA, GWA".
JF - "These fans know they're a part of something special here tonight!"
DeVasher - "See, it was only a matter of months ago that I decided to form a new wrestling promotion. To organise such an enterprise would normally take years, but thanks to a hard-working, dedicated team, and sheer commitment, the GWA is here, right now. It just shows that anything can be done, as long as you're willing to work for it."
"And speaking of working hard, tonight sees the beginning of our inaugural tournament, the tournament that will culminate on September 1st at Genesis, in New York City. On that night, two champions will be crowned, but first, they have to progress that far. And it all begins tonight. Tonight, the first matches will take place, and we will see who progresses to either the Heavyweight title tournament, or the Global title tournament."
"Yes, the matches that you will witness both here tonight, and at Meltdown on Friday, are just the first phase. The winners of these matches will progress into the tournament to determine the first-ever GWA Heavyweight champion, while the losers will receive the consolation of being entered into the tournament to determine the Global champion. Both of these tournaments will come to their conclusion in two matches at Genesis."
The fans cheer loudly at this, and DeVasher pauses until they settle down.
DeVasher - "But that's all in the future. Right now, we're interested only in tonight. And what a night we have for you. Four tournament matches, including, as JF would say, a real slobberknocker of a main event. The Scottish Warrior will take on Psycho, and I promise you, it will be an incredible encounter. Good luck to all competitors in the tournament. Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, you will witness history. Savour it, enjoy it, and most of all, have fun!"
The theme from The Omen hits again, as the fans erupt into deafening cheers for the GWA owner. DeVasher hands the microphone back to ringside, then waves to the fans, a smile on his face, before exiting the ring, and heading backstage.
JF - "There we have it folks, the GWA was just officially opened by the man who created it all, Mr. Clint DeVasher. He promises great things, both tonight and in the weeks and months to come, and I'm sure he'll deliver."
Flash - "Of course he will. The man has superb business experience, and he's signed some of the most talented wrestlers from around the globe to the GWA roster. These men will provide top-class wrestling entertainment, and of course, there'll be more signings soon."
JF - "I have no doubt about that. Now, though, is the time to start off the GWA competitively, as two of those top-class wrestlers will become the first to compete inside a GWA ring."
Flash - "And those two men are two of the most exciting superstars in the GWA, Deju Del Toro, and Blitz."
JF - "Yes, this should be a great match, so let's get this thing started!"
Suddenly, there is a blinding flash of pyro, as some rocky Mexican-type music hits.
Flash - "It looks like Deju Del Toro has the honour of being the first man to competitively enter a GWA ring!"
The music continues to play, but there is no sign of Del Toro.
JF - "Where is he? Surely we're not getting a no-show straight off the reel?"
Suddenly, the fans cheer loudly, and the camera pans upwards, to find Del Toro gliding down to the ring on a hang-glider. A mass of flashbulbs go off, as Del Toro comes to a perfect landing in the centre of the ring.
Flash - "A spectacular entrance to kick things off here in the GWA! Del Toro is certainly a showman!"
Del Toro releases the hang-glider, then quickly jumps up onto the turnbuckle nearest and taunts the crowd, who cheer for the young man from Guadalajara, Mexico. He jumps back off and starts stepping about the ring, bouncing off the ropes, when suddenly, his music is cut off by the wail of air raid sirens.
The crowd boo loudly at the ear-splitting noise, signifying the imminent arrival of the Berlin native, Blitz, from backstage.
Flash - "Blitz doesn't seem to be popular with these fans, perhaps due to what apparently are Nazi sympathies."
Blitz walks slowly from backstage and appears at the ramp, to an array of boos. He swaggers down the ramp and shouts abuse back at the fans at ringside. Blitz slowly slides into the ring where he is promptly attacked by Del Toro, who looks eager to get things underway. The referee calls for the bell to get the first ever match in GWA history underway.
Del Toro continues to stomp on Blitz, who hasn't even got to his feet yet. Del Toro steps back and lets Blitz get to his feet. Del Toro suddenly holds out a hand to shake hands with Blitz, Blitz stands and looks at Del Toro, before reaching out his hand and shaking Del Toro's hand. Del Toro doesn't let go, instead he pulls Blitz towards him and executes a rock solid DDT, sending the fans wild.
Flash - "Great DDT there from Del Toro!"
JF - "Superb execution, this kid looks talented."
In the ring, Del Toro and Blitz begin to trade punches, before it ends up turning into a scrap. Del Toro goes to punch Blitz but Blitz sidesteps and hammers down on Del Toro's back before pushing him over the ropes to the outside. Del Toro lands on the outside with a thud. Blitz drops to the mat and rolls out under the bottom rope to the outside. He begins to kick into Del Toro's ribs, and takes one final kick, running up and kicking Del Toro in the ribs. Del Toro rolls several times in agony.
JF - "Blitz looks like a vicious competitor in the ring, this should be a very interesting match-up indeed."
Blitz picks Del Toro up and whips him into the ring steps, resulting in the steps breaking in to the two separate parts. Blitz picks up the smaller of the two ring steps and prepares to hit Del Toro with it. Del Toro stands up, next to the turnbuckle post on the outside. Blitz runs at Del Toro with the steps and lunges out to hit Del Toro with them, but Del Toro moves at the last second, and Blitz hits the turnbuckle post with the steps, instead of Del Toro, hitting his head on the steps as they ricochet. Del Toro moves behind Blitz, and dropkicks him into the post, hitting his head off the step once again.
Del Toro moves behind Blitz again, who is now staggering back, and executes a perfect backdrop to the ringside floor. Del Toro walks over to the commentary desk and picks up a chair that is lying on the floor. He folds it up and walks back to Blitz, who is now getting up. Del Toro smashes it straight down on Blitz's skull, knocking Blitz straight back to the ground. Del Toro disposes of the chair and picks up Blitz, before rolling him into the ring.
Flash - "Surely that was an obvious disqualification!"
JF - "I don't think the referee wants the first GWA match to end like that, he's letting this continue."
Del Toro follows Blitz in and starts stomping on him. Del Toro goes to Blitz's head and lifts him up a bit, only to dropkick Blitz in the face. Del Toro moves over to the corner and mounts the turnbuckle. He gets up onto the second rope, and attempts a flying elbow drop, but Blitz moves out of the way. Blitz tries a cover...One...Two...Del Toro kicks out.
JF - "Only millimetres away from a Blitz victory there!"
Flash - "Great resilience shown by Del Toro!"
Blitz argues with the referee and Del Toro delivers a low blow to Blitz, and then a bulldog with the help of the turnbuckle post. Del Toro holds onto Blitz and lands with him, in the position for a cover...One...Two...Blitz's foot touches the bottom rope! Del Toro screams in anger at the close fall.
JF - "So close! But great ring awareness from Blitz!"
Flash - "It's going to take something special to keep either of these men down for three."
Del Toro picks Blitz up and starts pounding into him. Del Toro takes a clear advantage on Blitz in the match and he grabs Blitz by the neck and performs a spinning neckbreaker. Del Toro's momentum causes him to stagger back after the move. Del Toro bounces off the ropes and hits a leg drop on Blitz. He lifts up Blitz's legs, in a Boston Crab position, and dropkicks Blitz straight to the groin. Blitz writhes in pain in the middle of the ring, while Del Toro takes a breather against the ropes.
Del Toro starts taunting the crowd, by raising his two arms in the air. Blitz starts to get up, but Del Toro does not see him behind his back. Blitz sneaks up on Del Toro and hits a devastating Full Nelson Slam on the ex-circus performer from Mexico. Blitz goes got a quick roll-up...One...Two...Del Toro raises a shoulder! Blitz hammers his fist on the mat in anger. He starts stomping into Del Toro and then picks him up. Blitz lifts Del Toro up in a Gorilla Press position, and throws him over the top rope to the outside.
JF - "My God! Incredible strength there from Blitz!"
Flash - "There's only 27lbs difference in weight between these two guys, but Blitz just threw Del Toro around like a rag doll!"
Blitz climbs through the ropes to the outside of the ring. He stands up on the apron and waits for Del Toro to begin to get up. Del Toro gets up but starts staggering about. Blitz jumps from the apron and attempts to connect with a flying elbow smash, but Del Toro moves out of the way, and Blitz flies straight into the barrier next to the crowd.
Del Toro regains his composure and starts pounding into the back of Blitz's back and head. Del Toro grabs Blitz's arm and whips him towards the ring. Blitz runs straight into the apron, and Del Toro once again starts pounding into Blitz. Del Toro grabs Blitz's head and starts pounding it off the apron. The referee's count reaches 8 and Del Toro slides into the ring and slides back out again, so the count starts again.
Del Toro grabs Blitz by the waist, from behind, and wraps his arms around Blitz's waist, then executes a Mexican Suplex. Del Toro gets up and starts stomping on Blitz before climbing onto the barrier next to the crowd. He jumps off it after saluting the crowd, and executes a hellacious guillotine leg drop to Blitz. Both men lie on the floor for several seconds, before Del Toro gets up and picks up Blitz. Del Toro rolls Blitz into the ring and slides in after him.
Del Toro starts stomping on Blitz once again and ventures over to the corner once again. He climbs up onto the top rope and crouches, waiting for Blitz to get up. Blitz gets to his feet and slowly regains composure, and sees Del Toro jump off the top rope, attempting a flying clothesline. Blitz punches Del Toro in the gut as Del Toro lands, and then whips him off the ropes. When Del Toro returns, Blitz delivers a Fallaway Slam, in one fast manoeuvre. Blitz attempts the pin...One...Two...Two and a half! Del Toro uses all of his energy to lift a shoulder. Blitz kicks out at Del Toro in anger.
JF - "This is incredible! What will it take to keep these men down?!"
Blitz picks up Del Toro and begins to punch him in the gut, and then moves onto kicking him in the midsection. Blitz kicks Del Toro in the midsection before taking him down with a tornado DDT. Blitz sets his attention on Del Toro's legs and he starts stomping on them, before locking on a unique figure four leg lock, that's never been seen or done before in a competitive match.
Flash - "That's amazing! Del Toro has to submit! The pain must be excruciating!"
Del Toro manages to grab the bottom rope with his hand and the referee forces Blitz to break up the hold. Blitz, still holding Del Toro in the Figure Four Leg Lock position uses his power to lift up Del Toro's legs and moves over to the centre of the ring. Blitz locks the same unique figure four leg lock, that was seen moments before, but it is raised, putting more pressure and strain on the legs of Deju Del Toro.
JF - "Surely he has to tap out, surely Del Toro can't take much more!"
Blitz continues to lock in the hold, with a sadistic grin on his face. He shouts at Del Toro, who is screaming in agony, telling him to submit. But Del Toro is valiant and does not tap; instead he starts punching into Blitz's head, well, swinging for his head, connecting with maybe one out of 3 or 4 swings. After connecting with about 3 hard punches, Del Toro forces Blitz to break the hold.
Flash - "I can't believe the resiliency of this kid!"
JF - "There's no telling how much that hold has taken out of him though."
Del Toro is the quicker to his feet and looks to take an advantage over Blitz once again, as soon as Blitz stands up, by dropkicking his in the leg, knocking Blitz straight back down to his feet. Del Toro picks Blitz up and kicks him in the midsection, before taking him down with a standard hurricanrana. Del Toro starts sort of dancing around the ring, as Blitz lies motionless in the centre of the ring. Del Toro moves to the corner and climbs to the top rope, and jumps off it, then lands a perfect Frog Splash to Blitz.
Del Toro appears to be unscathed from this, but the same couldn't be said about Blitz, who is writhing in pain upon Del Toro executing this move. Del Toro gets up and squeals in delight. Del Toro positions Blitz in the centre of the ring, and moves to another turnbuckle, he climbs up onto the top rope.
Del Toro crouches on the top rope for several seconds, before signalling for his finishing move, Rolling Thundero, which JF informs us of. Suddenly, just before Del Toro is about to jump, a black man in sweat pants jumps over the barrier from the crowd, grabs a steel chair, and runs towards the corner of the ring where Del Toro is. The black man swings the chair and connects with Del Toro's back, causing him to fall off the top rope.
JF - "What the hell is this?! Who is that man, and why did he just attack Del Toro?"
Suddenly, another man appears, this time by running down the ramp.
Flash - "That's Alvekan, so the other man must be Kriminal, Alvekan's opponent in the next match-up!"
JF - "But why are they out here?!"
Alvekan runs down the ramp and sprints around ringside. He runs for Kriminal and takes him down with a strong clothesline. Both men start scrapping on the floor before several officials appear and intervene.
JF - "All hell has broken loose here in the first-ever GWA match! What a start!"
Flash - "If the GWA continues like this, it's going to be legendary!"
Three officials drag Alvekan away from Kriminal and up the ramp to backstage. The two men continue to stare each other down as Alvekan disappears backstage and officials order Kriminal to do the same. With Kriminal and Alvekan both away, the focus is back on the action in the ring, well, the LACK of action, due to the state they are both in.
The first sign of movement comes from Blitz, who slowly gets up to his knees, before using the ropes to help him to his feet. He takes a breather for a few seconds before turning to Del Toro, and dropping a knee onto him. He repeats this several times before attempting a pin...One...Two...Del Toro somehow kicks out! Blitz starts pushing the referee before the referee threatens to DQ him, then Blitz stops pushing him.
JF - "Tempers are getting frayed here, what a match to start things off!"
Blitz walks over to the turnbuckle opposite and starts to climb the turnbuckle, but he stops on the second rope and appears to be doing something to the turnbuckle. At a closer look, we can see that he is taking the protector off the top of the turnbuckle, revealing the turnbuckle post at the top, sheer metal!
Flash - "Blitz is prepared to go to any means necessary to win this thing!"
Blitz tosses the pad to the outside of the ring, and turns back to Del Toro, who is slowly getting up. The referee, still unknowing of the whole turnbuckle pad thing, stays in the corner he is in. Blitz shouts at Del Toro to "Get up, you stupid Mexican bastard!", which doesn't go down well with the crowd, who start chanting "Blitz Sucks!", which makes JF laugh.
Blitz stands about 4 feet away from Del Toro, and behind him. Del Toro stands up to his feet and Blitz pushes him forward and steps back. Del Toro goes forward several feet, before turning around, only to be taken down by a devastating clothesline from Blitz, with Blitz using his extremely tough leather armband for extra endurance. It knocks Del Toro straight to the ground, and he lies motionless.
JF - "Del Toro looks out of it, Blitz should make the pin now!"
Flash - "It looks like he wants to punish Del Toro some more, JF, and that could be a mistake on Blitz's part."
Blitz pulls Del Toro into the centre of the ring, and bounces off the rope behind him, before executing a leg drop to the Mexican. Blitz doesn't go for a pin attempt, instead he stands back and leans against the ropes, waiting for the young man from Guadalajara to get up and "come for more", as Flash puts it. The crowd begin to cheer for Del Toro, to motivate him.
JF - "The fans are well and truly behind Del Toro in this one, Blitz has not endeared himself to them at all."
Del Toro struggles to his feet, and leans against the ropes, breathing deeply. Blitz laughs at him, as the Mexican staggers towards the German. Blitz runs at Del Toro with an attempted clothesline, but he ducks, and Blitz bounces off the ropes. As Blitz comes back, Del Toro leaps into the air, and nails a huracarana!
Flash - "Great athleticism there from Del Toro, he's back in the driver's seat now!"
JF - "But can he capitalise on this advantage?"
Del Toro pulls the dazed Blitz to his feet, and boots him hard in the gut. Blitz bends double in pain, and Del Toro grabs him, before nailing a stiff jack-knife powerbomb!
JF - "Del Toro calls that Iycurumba, this thing could be over!"
Del Toro dives on top of Blitz, making the cover, and the referee counts, One… Two… Thr… NO!!! Blitz gets his shoulder up at the last instant! Del Toro looks down at Blitz, disbelief etched on his face, and pounds the mat in frustration.
Flash - "Del Toro can't believe that, and frankly, JF, neither can I!"
Del Toro gets to his feet, and pulls Blitz up alongside him, before executing a scoop slam. Del Toro then quickly climbs to the top, and steadies himself on the turnbuckle. He yells "Gwenos dios losero", before leaping off the top with a backflip corkscrew. At the last second, though, Blitz moves out of the way, and Del Toro connects with nothing but canvas!
JF - "Oh my God! Del Toro attempted to nail Rolling Thundero, but Blitz moved!"
Flash - "That may be the turning point here, Blitz could go on and win this now!"
Del Toro lies on the canvas, writhing in pain, as Blitz gets to his feet. Blitz stomps on Del Toro a couple of times, then drags him to his feet. He whips him to the ropes, and nails a spear as he comes back, sending Del Toro crashing to the canvas!
JF - "The Raid! The Raid! It has to be over!"
Blitz drags Del Toro back to his feet, lifts him into the air, and nails a modified jackhammer, slamming the Mexican hard to the mat!
Flash - "And that's Heavy Artillery! It's all over now! Blitz has this thing won!"
Blitz covers the limp form of Del Toro, as the fans boo loudly. The referee starts his count… One… Two… Three! Blitz wins!
The wail of the air raid sirens fills the arena again, as the fans boo loudly at Blitz's victory. Blitz slowly stands up, and raises his arms in the air in triumph, as the fans boo again. Blitz exits the ring, and slowly makes his way backstage, as Del Toro comes to in the ring.
Flash - "A hard-fought victory there for Blitz, but Del Toro must surely feel he deserved to win."
JF - "It was a close encounter, that's for sure. Both men put in a hell of a performance to open the GWA, but there can only be one winner, and that man is Blitz. He progresses to the GWA title tournament, while Del Toro receives the consolation of participation in the Global title tournament."
Flash - "It certainly sounds as though these fans appreciate Del Toro's efforts."
The fans cheer Del Toro loudly, as he exits the ring, and slowly heads up the ramp, holding his head in pain.
JF - "Del Toro impressed me in that match, and I'm sure he'll be back with a vengeance in the weeks to come."
Flash - "I agree, JF. But, Blitz has progressed, he's the first man into the Heavyweight title tournament. Next up, we'll see who will be the second man, as Alvekan and Kriminal, who appeared during that last match, will get it on inside that ring."
JF - "Speaking of which, why did those two get involved?"
Flash - "I have no idea, but I'm sure all will be revealed eventually. In the meantime, it's time for the GWA's first-ever commercial break!"
Corruption returns, as we find ourselves backstage. We see the familiar face of Psycho striding through the backstage corridors, and the fans cheer for the former IWF superstar.
JF - "The Insane One certainly looks as though he's on a mission!"
Psycho walks around the corridor, before stopping in front of a door. A smile crosses his face, and he knocks and enters, before slamming the door shut behind him. The camera pans around, revealing the name "Mr. DeVasher" on the door.
JF - "That's the owner's office! Psycho has gone in to Mr. DeVasher's office!"
Flash - "But what does the Insane One want with the man behind the GWA?!"
We cut back to the ring, and JF and Flash continue to discuss what they have just seen.
JF - "It must have something to do with tonight's main event, surely."
Flash - "You never can tell with Psycho, JF, you should know that. I guess only time will tell."
JF - "You're right Flash. Ladies and gentlemen, we'll keep a camera posted, and we'll update you with news as to what's going on as soon as we get any. In the meantime, it's time for our second match, which is also a match in the tournament to determine the GWA's first champions."
Flash - "Blitz has already progressed to the Heavyweight tournament, but who will join him? Up next, two men we've already seen tonight, Alvekan and Kriminal, will go head-to-head for that privilege."
JF - "We still don't know Kriminal's business with Del Toro, but you have to wonder - will the Mexican get involved here as an act of revenge?"
Flash - "You just can't tell, JF, but one thing's for sure. This is going to be a hard-hitting match-up, both these guys are big, powerful men."
JF - "Yep, ladies and gentlemen, this one will be a slobberknocker."
"Denial" by Sevendust hits the PA system and Alvekan steps out for the first time in front of a GWA crowd. The crowd cheers him as he walks down to the ring. With a determined look on his face Alvekan climbs into the ring and waits for his opponent.
Everyone's attention turns to the ramp as "Fight Song" by D12 hits the PA system and Kriminal steps out for the first time. The crowd also give him a cheer as he strides down the ramp to the ring. As he approaches the ring Kriminal's eyes stay locked on Alvekan's.
JF - "I can feel the intensity flooding from Kriminal."
Flash - "He looks set."
Kriminal climbs into the ring and both men stand in opposite corners waiting for the bell, which signifies the beginning of the match. The bell rings and immediately, both men go into a lock-up in the middle of the ring. The crowd gives a roar. Both men try to get the advantage but seem to cancel each other out.
Alvekan manages to back Kriminal into the corner with both men still in the lock-up. The ref is forced to break it up. Both men start circling then go into another lock-up. This time Kriminal gets the advantage and backs Alvekan into the corner. He then starts laying in with some shots into the gut of Alvekan, trying to knock the steam out of him. Kriminal then hooks Alvekan right arm over a rope and starts working on his ribs.
After taking a few shots to the ribs, Alvekan starts to come back with heavy rights forcing Kriminal back. The crowd start to cheer as Alvekan gathers momentum by whipping Kriminal hard into the ropes. On his return Kriminal ducks an attempted clothesline and bounces back off the opposite ropes. Alvekan bends over trying for a back body drop but Kriminal telegraphs it with a kick to the face.
Alvekan rocks backwards and Kriminal does a scoop slam leaving Alvekan on the mat. Kriminal gets to his feet and starts stomping at the ribs he had started on earlier. Kriminal goes for the pin. 1… 2… Alvekan kicks out.
JF - "Both men look impressive."
Flash - "But Kriminal has the advantage at the moment, can he capitalise and get the win?"
Kriminal pulls Alvekan to his feet and Alvekan stands groggily. Instead of attacking straight away, Kriminal starts trash talking to Alvekan and to the crowd. Finally, Kriminal goes for a right but Alvekan blocks it. In the time Kriminal took, Alvekan recovered.
Flash - "That was a bad mistake there from Kriminal."
JF - "He can't afford to do that, not when the stakes are so high."
Kriminal goes for another right but Alvekan blocks again. Kriminal looks slightly surprised. Alvekan then delivers a forehand to the temple of
Kriminal making Kriminal falls backwards to the mat. Kriminal then rolls out of the ring to shake off the effects of the heavy blow. The crowd boos Kriminal slightly.
Flash - "That was a smart move from Kriminal; Alvekan was starting to gain steam."
JF - "If not a bit under-handed."
Flash - "It's legal though."
Alvekan leans on the ropes to catch his breath then slides to the outside. He grabs hold of Kriminal's head and plants it face first into the guard barrier with authority. Kriminal falls to the ground with a small cut above the right eye. Alvekan pulls Kriminal up and slides him back into the ring. He then goes for the cover. 1… 2… Kriminal kicks out.
Alvekan gets up and pulls Kriminal into the powerbomb position. Alvekan lifts Kriminal up and slams him down to the mat but also hurts himself from the impact. Alvekan grabs his ribs with a grimace on his face.
Flash - "Alvekan is grabbing his ribs. That was what Kriminal was working on. Kriminal could have a distinct advantage here."
JF - "But can he capitalise?"
With Kriminal still on the mat Alvekan slowly but surely gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, then tries to jump over Kriminal, to get more momentum, but Kriminal somehow does a sort of drop toe hold on Alvekan while on the floor.
JF - "What the hell!"
Kriminal gets to his feet. He obviously recovered while Alvekan was taking a small break. Kriminal then locks in "Escape from Alcatraz"! Alvekan screams with pain but doesn't give in. The crowd start to roar again.
Flash - "Could this be it?"
Alvekan claws his way closer and closer to the ropes, but Kriminal keeps the hold locked in. Alvekan then somehow gets a hand on the bottom rope but Kriminal doesn't release the hold. Alvekan screams in pain while the ref tries to get Kriminal to release Alvekan.
Finally he does and gets back up. Kriminal is livid with the ref. Kriminal stands arguing with the ref wasting time.
JF - "Why is he arguing? He had to break the hold because Alvekan got to the ropes."
Kriminal starts on the ref but doesn't hit him. He towers over him backing the ref into the corner. Meanwhile, Alvekan gets to his feet with enough time to regain some strength and balance. Alvekan notices that Kriminal is distracted and charges towards him going for a clothesline. The crowd roar as Alvekan gains on Kriminal and then just before Alvekan makes contact, Kriminal moves out of the way and Alvekan crashes into the ref unable to stop himself.
Flash - "Wow! Does Kriminal have eyes in the back of his head?"
JF - "He must have heard Alvekan coming or something. But, now the ref is down, and business just picked up."
Flash - "All hell could break loose here."
The ref crumples to the floor and Alvekan stands over him with a surprised face. Kriminal then seizes the chance and locks his arms around the waist of Alvekan. Alvekan desperately tries to elbow Kriminal in the side of the head but Kriminal keeps dodging. Kriminal then performs a crippling release German Suplex.
JF - "Kriminal should have this match won, but the ref is down."
Kriminal covers Alvekan, for much more than a 3-count, but of course, there is no count since the ref is out cold. Kriminal pounds the mat in frustration, then gets to his feet, and walks over to the motionless official. He lightly kicks the referee, and attempts to revive him, but hardly gets any response.
Eventually, Kriminal gives up, and turns back to face Alvekan, only to find him back on his feet. A look of surprise crosses Kriminal's face, as Alvekan grabs hold of him. He lifts Kriminal into the suplex position, turning him 180° as he does, only to drop him into a reverse DDT!
JF - "Hell March! Hell March! Hell March! Alvekan has this one in the bag!"
Flash - "Not quite, JF, the ref is still down!"
Alvekan looks over at the referee, then pulls Kriminal to his feet, and sends him to the ropes. As Kriminal comes back, Alvekan catches him in the face with a big boot, sending him to the mat. He immediately pulls him back up, and sets him in the powerbomb position.
Flash - "Alvekan is looking to finish this right here!"
Alvekan lifts Kriminal up into a double underhook powerbomb, but suddenly releases him, and delivers a front-face DDT!
JF - "Urza's Rage! It's over!"
Flash - "And look, the ref is up!"
Sure enough, as Alvekan covers Kriminal, the referee crawls over, and begins to count. One… Two… Three! Alvekan becomes the second man to progress to the Heavyweight title tournament!
"Denial" hits again, and the fans cheer, as Alvekan rolls out of the ring, victorious. He heads backstage, a smile on his face, but he stops when he reaches the top of the ramp. Alvekan turns to face the arena, and does the belt-around-the-waist motion, before raising his arms in the air, earning another good pop from the fans. Alvekan then disappears backstage, as the camera cuts to the announce table.
JF - "Another hard-fought encounter there, but Alvekan joins Blitz in the Heavyweight title tournament, while Kriminal is entered in the Global title tournament."
Flash - "Both those guys impressed me, JF. They're both big and powerful, and I think they could do great things here in the GWA."
JF - "I agree, Flash. Both men certainly have the talent to succeed, and win gold."
Suddenly, the camera cuts backstage, back to Clint DeVasher's office. A few seconds later, the door opens, and Psycho exits the office, a smile on his face. He walks off down the corridor, and the camera watches him go.
JF - "Psycho looks happy about whatever happened in there! What's going on?"
Flash - "I tell you, JF, you can never tell with the Insane One. I'll tell you what, though, we're bound to find out at some point tonight."
With that, Corruption fades away to another commercial break.
As Corruption returns, the camera pans through the crowd showcasing all of the screaming fans. They hold their hands high as the spotlight passes over them. The lights slowly fade away, as good old Jim Floss remarks on the explosive start to the Global Wrestling Association. Whatever lights were in the arena fade to blackness. Silence falls over the sold-out crowd here in the nation's capital. A few cameras snap pictures, but otherwise the building is dark and quiet. A yellow strobe begins flashing, as a series of golden explosions travel up the rampway to the stage, and then back down.
Harsh guitar riffs begin Rufio's instrumental "The Wrath." The yellow lights are everywhere, and a figure embarks from backstage and down the ramp. He strides briskly, but confidently. The crowd doesn't offer much of a reaction, but this silhouette continues progressing down the ramp. He's carrying a sack of some sort, and as he reaches the edge of the ring, he tosses the bag over the top rope and onto the mat. He follows the bag into the ring by climbing on the apron, and then through the ropes. The music fades away, and the lights slowly rise in the arena. The dark figure becomes visible, and the crowd doesn't know what to make of this yellow behemoth. Standing before them is a man dressed all in yellow, to the gloves, to the boots, to the mask. The only thing breaking this pattern is the happyface logo that's over the face of his mask. He paces back and forth in the ring, as Jim Floss speculates that this is the infamous Mr. Happyhead. A few laughs are heard, as Flash remarks that his appearance is almost comical. Happyhead paces.
Mr. Happyhead - "I heard that. I heard laughter. I heard somebody laughing... Why? I guess it's because I'm so damn happy. Why? Look at me. I'm better than each and every one of you out there in that audience. I'm better than each and every one of the wrestlers backstage. I can honestly, truly say that I am the best. My voice doesn't waver. It doesn't fade away in the end. It doesn't relent. And, kids, neither do I. When I say that I'm the best this company has to offer, I mean it. I back it up. I will back it up in that ring, and I will back it up with this microphone. You see, I'm happy. I'm going to have fun. I'm laughing too, but that's given... I'll always have that last laugh."
"This is the Global Wrestling Association. I emphasize the Global. Look at the roster, these guys are coming from everywhere across the world. The sad thing is, though, they're coming here to lose. They're all showing up for the chance to lose to me. They're all going to lose to me. Not one of them is better than I am. There isn't a man in this company to become a worthy adversary... There's nobody to stop me."
Happyhead pauses next to the bag he threw into the ring, and he kicks it with his foot until it's over in the corner of the ring.
Mr. Happyhead - "So what do you make of me so far? Am I still a laughing matter?"
Happyhead holds the microphone towards the crowd, who continues to remain silent. A few random people yell answers towards the Yellow One, but he shrugs it off by backing away from the ropes.
Mr. Happyhead - "Yeah, I hate you too. I hate each and every one of you. Washington D.C.? My ass. I hate this town, and I hate the people in it. Look at you, you should still be slaves!!!"
Boos.
Mr. Happyhead - "Washington D.C. has the highest crime rate in the nation. That's to be expected after looking over those of you in attendance... But what makes me nervous, as I stand in front of you all, is the fact that this city has the most murders in the nation. Yes, as I look over you, you guys do deserve to be killed... But I don't advocate murder. I advocate organized manslaughter, because that's what I do. That's my job. On Meltdown, I'll get my first match, and on Meltdown, you will see a man slaughtered. I don't care who my first opponent is, because I will rip them apart. I will make a mockery of them, just like Washington D.C. has become a mockery to the rest of the country, and the rest of the world."
More boos. Happyhead embraces the hatred of the crowd.
Mr. Happyhead - "Any of you guys like beer?"
A few cheers.
Mr. Happyhead - "I said, do any of you guys like beer?!?"
More cheers.
Mr. Happyhead - "Did any of you guys like your beer from the Pretzel Station in Concourse D?!?"
Even more cheers.
Mr. Happyhead - "I PISSED IN THAT BEER!!!!!"
Boos erupt from the crowd of urine-drinkers, as Happyhead continues basking in the reaction.
Mr. Happyhead - "How'd it taste? Did you like it? Did you like the taste of my pee?!? I was walking around before the show, and I figured because this is Washington D.C., and this is a piss-poor town... second poorest in the nation... I pissed in your beer. Did you like it? Huh?!? Was it yummy?!?!?"
A few cups of the aforementioned beer are tossed at Happyhead, but nothing affects him.
Mr. Happyhead - "Actually, I should stop making fun of your town so much. You do have one great thing. There's this giant pet store a few blocks from here, I stopped by there this morning. I have some slides for you..."
A collage of pictures featuring Happyhead at the aforementioned pet store. One shows him kicking a puppy. Another shows him in the process of backhanding a kitten. Another has him apparently teaching a parakeet dirty words. The next frame has Happyhead crouched over, most likely laughing, as the parakeet has his mouth open, and a few little kids in front of him crying. The last picture is of Happyhead holding up a three baby rabbits as he's purchasing them. The crowd continues booing, though they wonder what he's up to. Happyhead walks over to the bag he threw into the ring in the beginning, and pulls out a tiny little bunny. He strokes it's ears, as he waits for the crowd to quiet down.
Mr. Happyhead - "I want everyone here to honestly believe that I am a monster. I want them to pray for someone to stop me. I want each and every one of you to rush out of this arena, step outside, pick out the nearest star in the sky, and wish... Wish for someone to stop me. To get rid of me. But you know what? It's not going to happen. You see this rabbit? He's just like my opponent on Meltdown..."
Happyhead curls his fingers around the rabbit's head, holding the rabbit still in the same hand as the microphone. He quickly snaps it's neck, and the sound echoes over the whimper of the crowd. He drops the dead rabbit onto the mat.
Mr. Happyhead - "That's what'll happen to my opponent. This... This'll be what happens to the next guy who tries to stop me..."
Happyhead reaches into his bag, and pulls out another rabbit. The crowd begins booing, as children's cries can be heard. Happyhead once again holds the microphone up beside the rabbit, and snaps it's little neck. He holds it up with his hand, before dropping it down on top of the other dead rabbit. The boos become overwhelming, as Happyhead walks over to the bag once again.
Mr. Happyhead - "That is going to be the result... every time. Every damn time someone tries to stop me... They'll be disposed of."
Happyhead reaches into the bag, and pulls the final rabbit out of the bag. He nonchalantly snaps it's neck, just as he did with the others. He drops it onto the pile, and holds his hands up high as the fans continue to boo. Happyhead looks in both directions, before hurdling over the pile of dead rabbits, bouncing off the ropes, and dropping an elbow onto the pile of bunny carcasses. The crowd becomes irate with anger, as Jim Floss himself seems to be fighting back his emotions. Flash can only say that the GWA is probably going to have some problems with the ASPCA. Happyhead gets up, and once again postures for the crowd.
Mr. Happyhead - "Yes... I am a monster. Believe it all you will, because you will learn it from further evidence. Urine-filled sodas... Dead baby rabbits... They're just the beginning. Just wait until I have an opponent. Just wait until I have a match. You'll see atrocities much more horrendous... You'll see so much worse. I promise. If you think you hate me now... Wait. Just wait. The best advice I can give is don't worry... Be happy. Be happy."
Rufio's "The Wrath" hits up again, as Happyhead throws his hands high, and begins exiting the ring amidst a chorus of boos. Blaring guitars can't hide the obvious contempt between he and the crowd. The lights flash yellow, as Happyhead heads up the ramp. After a final pose of two raised fists at the top of the ramp, Happyhead exits. The crowd's booing continues, even as the music stops and Happyhead is nowhere to be found. Jim Floss stumbles for words, and just sends us to another commercial break, hoping it will ease the mood.
Corruption returns from another break, with the arena still shocked into silence by the behaviour of Mr. Happyhead before the commercials.
JF - "That Mr. Happyhead is one sick individual. I can't believe what we just witnessed."
Flash - "Tell me about it, JF. I mean, that was totally uncalled for. This crowd are in shock, and so am I, to be honest."
JF - "Me too. I sincerely hope that Mr. DeVasher severely disciplines Happyhead for his actions. Things like that have no place in the GWA, or anywhere for that matter.
Flash - "I agree, but if he's willing to do that to animals in the ring, what he will do to his opponents?"
JF - "I don't think I even want to know, to be honest. Let's move away from this now, we've still got two matches to go."
Flash - "Indeed we do, and both of them are in this tournament. We all know about the main event between TSW and Psycho, but up next, we have an intriguing encounter between the Belizian Norberto Palenque, and the Frenchman Lè Java."
JF - "This should be an intriguing match between two guys not many people know a lot about. What we do know is that they are both very athletic and enjoy taking risks, so this should be a high-flying encounter."
A man walks out of the back, to no music, and JF says the man making his way to the ring right now is Le Java, one of the numerous GWA signings. Flash says a lot of these guys are relative unknowns hoping to make a big impact. JF agrees, saying Layton Cameron search high and low for talent.
Java enters the ring, just as "As the Ruin Falls" by Thrice hits, and Norberto Palenque walks out. JF says the flying Mayan is a huge draw in the southern states, as well as south of the border, and apparently some of the crowd recognizes him, as they let out a small pop. He climbs in the ring and the referee rings the bell, and the match is underway.
JF says this is a clash of styles, and it should be interesting to see how it works out, as they lock up. Le Java gets the advantage and pushes Norberto into the corner, but as he is being pushes backwards he climbs the turnbuckle with his feet, performing a front flip over Le Java. Java turns around and is met with a stiff boot to the gut, followed by a knee lift.
Norberto hops up the turnbuckle and jumps off, planting his feet into Java's chest, and the crowd oohs, and Flash says that's a sure way to knock the air out of someone. Norberto stomps at Java's knee, forcing him to quickly roll out of the ring. Norberto plays to the crowd, and Flash calls him a showboat, as he bounces off the ropes and flies out of the ring with a suicide dive!
He goes flying toward Java... but Java catches him and brings him down in a DDT! The crowd erupts, and JF says that was devastating. The referee begins counting, and Java rolls in the ring, and decks the referee! The crowd boos as Java climbs out and grabs a chair, and goes running full blast at Norberto!
Norberto begins to stand, and just as Java goes to hit him with the chair, Norberto jumps up and plants his left foot into Java's stomach, spinning around and drilling him in the face through the chair with his right foot!! The crowd erupts and small hockey chants of 'Flying Mayan' can be heard. JF says he calls that the double kick, and Flash points out the name isn't important... it gets the job done.
Norberto slides Java in the ring, and follows behind him, before kicking Java in the chest. Java flips over to his back, and Norberto points to the turnbuckle, causing the crowd to cheer. He climbs the turnbuckle, looks out to the crowd, and comes off with his Pendelum legdrop! He nails it perfectly, and makes the cover... but there is no ref!!
Norberto pops to his feet and goes to shake the ref, and after a minute he finally comes to... just as Java rolls him up for 1... 2... Norberto kicks!! JF says that was too close, and Flash says it's things like that that end matches. Norberto nails Java with a few forearms, and sends him into the ropes, and on Java's way back he goes for the Mayan Tornado, but Java pushes out.
Norberto runs at Java, and Java goes for his double-arm clothesline, but Norberto ducks, spins him around... and gets hit with the double arm clothesline anyay! Java immediately goes for the pin, but only gets two. Java picks Norberto up, all the way up into press slam position, and JF says he's about to end this damn thing... but Norberto slides out of his hands, and on his way down grabs his head, and nails a perfect Mayan Tornado!!
JF says the match is over, but Norberto doesn't go for the pin. He picks Java up and whips him into the turnbuckle, following close behind. Java hits chest first and walks backwards, and Norberto hits him with a modified roll up, which JF refers to as the Creole-Up, for the 1... 2... 3!!
"As The Ruin Falls" hits again, as Norberto celebrates in the ring, and the fans cheer for him.
JF - "The man from Belize just became the third one to progress in the tournament!"
Flash - "It was a pretty convincing win for Norberto, he impressed me there.
JF - "Yeah, he looked good. I think he's got a pretty good chance of going all the way.
As JF finishes talking, the camera cuts away from the announce table, and we find ourselves backstage, in the parking lot. As we watch, a black limo draws up.
JF - "What's going on here? There surely can't be anyone arriving at this late hour!"
The limo door opens, and into view appears a familiar face - that of former IWF European champion, Gabriel Trenton!
Flash - "Gabriel Trenton! Why is he here? He's not signed to the GWA! As far as I know, he's still on the injured list thanks to TSW!"
Gabriel looks about himself, and a wry smile crosses his face, as he enters the arena. The camera follows him through the backstage corridors, until he reaches Clint DeVasher's office. Gabriel knocks, and hearing a signal from inside, duly enters, closing the door behind him. As Corruption fades to commercial, we hear JF…
JF - "Trenton is meeting with the GWA owner! What the hell is going on here?!"
Corruption returns, and we head straight backstage, once again to the office of Clint DeVasher. The door opens, and Gabriel Trenton steps out, smiling, and carrying some sort of document. Trenton turns and heads towards the parking lot, but as he goes, he is stopped by GWA interviewer Eli Quackenbush.
Eli - "Mr. Trenton, as far as we know, you're not signed to the GWA. Why are you here tonight?"
Trenton - "Oh, that's where you're wrong… whoever you are. I just had a meeting with Mr. DeVasher, and as a result of that meeting, I have here in my hand a signed contract. A contract bringing me to the GWA. Now get out of my way!"
Trenton pushes Quackenbush aside, and heads to the parking lot, as Eli looks on, open-mouthed.
JF - "Gabriel Trenton has just signed with the GWA! This is incredible!"
Flash - "We had a strong roster at the start of the night, but it just got even better! I don't believe this!"
In the parking lot, we see Trenton get in his limo and leave. As he goes, another limo enters the parking lot, drawing to a halt where Trenton's was just moments ago.
JF - "Who the hell is this now? What is going on?!"
The limo door opens, and the camera pans slowly up the body, slowly revealing a face familiar to some, strange to others, but clearly familiar to the fans within the MCI Centre, who erupt at the site of him.
Flash - "It's Striker! Multi-time champion in numerous federations, he's here in the GWA!"
JF - "But why?! Has he signed as well, or is he here to sign!?"
Striker walks into the building, and also heads to DeVasher's door. He doesn't hesitate, but walks straight inside. The door closes, and we cut back to ringside.
JF - "This is a huge night! The GWA opens for business, some incredible matches, Gabriel Trenton signs, and now it looks as though Striker is also signing!"
Flash - "The GWA has certainly started with a bang, JF!"
JF - "And it's about to explode! Because now, it's time for tonight's main event, which will see the brothers, the former team-mates, and the now-arch enemies, The Scottish Warrior and Psycho, go head-to-head in the GWA title tournament! There can only be one winner, and it's gonna be a hellacious slobberknocker, I guarantee you that!"
As JF finishes speaking, "My Plague" by Slipknot erupts from the speakers, and the fans cheer loudly as Psycho emerges from backstage. The Insane One walks down the ramp, pushing a dumpster full of weapons. He has a crooked smile on his face, and that familiar crazy glint in his eye. He rolls into the ring, and takes a microphone from ringside, as "My Plague" cuts out.
Flash - "It looks as though Psycho has something to say, JF!"
JF - "Maybe we're going to find out what he was doing in DeVasher's office earlier tonight, and what the hell he's doing with that dumpster of weapons!"
Psycho - "So, this is the GWA. I think I'll like it here. Gold up for grabs, bodies getting beaten, and my brother… my dear, sweet brother. I cannot wait to destroy you here tonight. But, I figured a standard match would be pretty dull, I thought, why not make it interesting?
"So I went to see our esteemed owner, Mr. DeVasher, and made a suggestion. I said that the opening night of the GWA should have an incredible main event, something that will live long in the memory. He agreed with me, and so, I suggested adding a stipulation. What is it? Last… Man… Standing… Can you handle it… brother? If so, BRING IT ON MOTHERFUCKER!!!"
JF - "LAST MAN STANDING!!! This is going to be hellacious!"
Flash - "I can't wait JF! This place is going to erupt any second!"
Suddenly, "Cadence To Arms" by the Dropkick Murphys blares out of the PA system, and the fans boo loudly as one of the most successful wrestlers in history, The Scottish Warrior, steps out onto the stage, carrying his trademark Scotland flag in one hand, and a microphone in the other.
TSW - "Psycho, ye beat me afore, Ah'll admit that. But it isnae gonnae happen again. Ah've won the IWF title 5 times, an' noo, Ah'm gonnae become the first GWA champion. Ye cannae stop me, nae matter whit stipulations ye pit on oor match. So, Last Man Standin'? Fine by me, it jist gie's me anither way tae kick yer arse aw ower Washington. BRING IT ON!!!"
TSW drops the flag and the microphone on the ramp, and walks slowly down the ramp, taunting his brother as he goes. As he nears the ring, Psycho stands all the way up to the ropes and reaches right for TSW, who grabs Psycho by the legs and pulls him to the outside. The ref calls for the bell and the main event is underway. TSW lands a couple fists to Psycho's head before ramming it right into the dumpster.
Flash - "There's no brotherly love here, JF, these two are out to hurt each other!"
Psycho falls as TSW grabs a wooden 2x4 out of the dumpster and breaks it in two across Psycho's back. TSW then goes back in the dumpster and pulls out a ladder! He brings it over his head and slams it down hard on Psycho's back. Psycho quickly stands up and throws the ladder to the side before grabbing TSW by the hair and throwing him into the ring steps.
Psycho grabs the ladder and puts it on his shoulder, running and hitting TSW right in the face. The referee starts the count, 1.......2........3..... TSW returns to his feet and Psycho throws the ladder right at TSW, nailing him in the face again. Psycho grabs TSW and lifts him up, dumping him throat-first across the security barrier. Psycho goes over to the dumpster and pulls two chairs out of it. He unfolds the first chair and sits TSW down on it, before cracking TSW across the skull with the second one.
Psycho unfolds the second chair and puts it in front of the first chair. Psycho picks TSW up and bodyslams him through the seats of both steel chairs! They bend in an odd angle upon impact, and the ref starts counting, 1......2.......3.......4.... TSW gets up, a little dazed, but he is up. Psycho runs at him as he leans against the post, but TSW ducks out of the way and Psycho misses the big boot.
JF - "This is hellacious already! God knows what's gonna happen before this is over!"
TSW grabs a chair and slams it across Psycho's back. TSW grabs Psycho by the hair, runs, and bulldogs him right onto the ring steps. TSW looks under the ring and pulls out a cookie sheet, slamming it into Psycho's skull, again and again. The tray bends and dents out of shape, TSW drops it and DDT's Psycho right onto the tray.
The referee starts the count and gets to four before Psycho gets up again. TSW waiting for Psycho on the ring apron, jumping in the air, but Psycho catches him and bodyslams him right onto the announcer's table! JF and Flash bail out as Psycho climbs up there with TSW. He puts TSW in the powerbomb/piledriver position and goes for a powerbomb, but TSW counters. Psycho goes again and TSW again counters, then hits a low blow.
TSW gets up, grabs Psycho, lifts him into the air, and hits the Lion Rampant through the announce table!
JF - "OH MY GOD!!! Psycho has to be broken in half! This is insane!"
Flash - "Surely TSW has this won now!"
The ref starts counting, 1....... 2......... 3........ 4....... 5....... 6..... Psycho gets to his feet and TSW nails him with the ring bell! The ref counts to five this time before Psycho gets up, meanwhile TSW has taken the ladder and is waiting for Psycho, runs right at him, but Psycho splashes the ladder right into TSW, knocking him back into the post.
Flash - "I can't believe the resiliency of Psycho! He's been driven through a table, smashed with a ring bell, but still he's fighting on!"
JF - "Well, he claims he thrives on pain, and watching this, I can believe it. It's going to take a hell of a lot to keep him down here."
Psycho grabs the ladder from TSW, runs, and sandwiches TSW into the post with it! Psycho drops the ladder, grabs TSW by the throat and chokeslams him right on the ladder! The referee starts his count, and TSW gets up before six. Psycho is meanwhile looking under the ring, he pulls out a table and a red canister. TSW starts crawling back towards the garbage dumpster, pulling himself inside of it.
JF - "What is TSW up to here?"
Psycho drops the canister onto the table, and goes after TSW. He climbs up the side of the dumpster, before getting nailed right in the head with a sledgehammer!
Flash - "Sweet Jesus! TSW just dropped Psycho with a shot to the head with a sledgehammer! This is barbaric!"
He gets out of the dumpster and hits Psycho right in the leg with the sledgehammer, before putting him in the St. Andrew's Cross!! TSW pulling all the way back on Psycho, but the ref can't start his count. Psycho yells in pain as TSW keeps the hold cinched in, and finally, TSW lets go of him after a minute and a half in the hold. Psycho is down and the referee starts his count, 1....... 2...... 3........ 4........ 5........ 6....... 7...... 8.. Psycho gets up, and TSW can't believe it!
JF - "TSW looks shocked, and so am I! How is Psycho surviving here?!"
TSW grabs the ladder and props it up in the aisleway. He grabs Psycho and pulls him over by the ladder, hitting a snap suplex to Psycho. TSW stands up, runs to the ladder, jumps on in and hits a splash onto Psycho!
Flash - "These two men are willing to sacrifice their own bodies in the name of the victory!"
JF - "There's no telling what lengths they'll go to, and what we might end up seeing here tonight!"
The referee counts to seven before Psycho stands up again. TSW grabs Psycho by the hair and tries to run him into the ladder, but Psycho counters and sends TSW face first into the ladder. Psycho goes over and grabs the top half of the ring steps off and hits TSW in the face with it. Psycho then pulls back the padding, exposing the concrete floor. Psycho takes TSW up onto the ring steps, and hits the Psycho Plunge right onto the concrete!
Flash - "TSW is out, he has to be! Surely it's over!"
1.......... 2.......... 3...... 4...... 5....... 6........ 7........ 8...... 9... TSW wobbly stands to his feet.
JF - "My God! How in the hell is he able to stand?!"
Psycho takes out a six foot long chain from the dumpster and whips TSW in the back with it! TSW cringes at it, before Psycho wraps the chain right around his throat, and tosses him hard onto his back, using the chain. TSW crawls back towards the broken announcer's table, Psycho following him. Psycho grabs the red canister left on the table, and dumps it's contents out onto the table. He takes something out of his tights, a zippo lighter!
JF - "Oh my God, not this, not fire! NO!!!"
Psycho lights it and throws the lighter onto the table, and it ignites in large flames!
Flash - "JF, someone is going to get seriously hurt here, and I just hope it's not me!"
Psycho turns around to see TSW trying to get into the ring, he gets up on the ring apron and grabs TSW, who kicks him right in the groin. TSW turns Psycho around and hooks him in a sleeper, and falls off the apron, putting Psycho through the flaming table with a sleeping neckbreaker!! Both men are down, 1....... 2...... 3........ 4....... 5........ 6......... 7........ 8.... TSW gets up.... 9....... Psycho gets up before ten!! The match continues!
Flash - "I can't believe this! These men must be running on adrenaline alone, because their bodies can't possibly have anything left after the punishment they've each absorbed!"
JF - "Both these guys clearly want the GWA Heavyweight title badly!"
Flash - "Not only that, they want to hurt each other!"
TSW and Psycho are duking it out in the ring, TSW backing Psycho to the ropes, whips him across the ring, he comes off and runs right into a vile chairshot by TSW! He lays the chair down on Psycho's face and grabs the sledgehammer, hitting it hard into the chair, and into Psycho's face!
JF - "MY GOD!!!! THAT WAS VILE!!!"
Flash - "That was assault, nothing else, but it's all legal!"
The referee starts his count, gets to a nine before Psycho gets up, but TSW puts him down again with a sledehammer shot from jumping off the top rope. Both men are bleeding profusely, and the sledgehammer is broken in half.
JF - "I can't believe these two guys are still breathing, never mind still in this match!"
TSW runs to the ropes and bounces off, nailing an elbow drop to Psycho. He gets up and hits another one. The ref starts counting on Psycho, as TSW goes to the outside, pulling a metal table from underneath the ring! TSW slides the metal table in the ring, just as Psycho stumbles up. TSW unfolds the table and stands on top of it, TSW bringing Psycho with him. He hooks Psycho up for a piledriver/powerbomb, but doesn't have the energy to pull it off.
Flash - "This match has taken it's toll on both men, the end has to be near."
Psycho gets his strength back, stands up, boots TSW in the stomach and piledrivers TSW onto the metal table! It doesn't break in half, but rather bends in two. The referee starts his count on both men, who get up at eight. TSW knees Psycho in the gut, before shoving him into the corner, TSW goes to the outside, looking in Psycho's dumpster full of weapons, and pulls out a spool of barbed wire!
JF - "Please, end this, enough is enough! This just isn't right, dammit!"
TSW goes in the ring with the barbed wire and rakes it across Psycho's forehead! TSW shoves Psycho down and removes the top turnbuckle pad before wrapping the barbed wire around the steel bolt. He grabs Psycho's legs and catapults him into the barbed wire and the steel bolt! TSW pulls Psycho back and hits a reverse DDT onto the chair!
The referee starts his count, TSW going to the outside and sliding the ladder into the ring. He looks under the ring and pulls out a second ladder, putting that up on the apron, just as Psycho gets up, and he baseball slides the ladder right in TSW's face! Psycho exits the ring, blood pouring down his face. Psycho looks under the ring and pulls out a fire extinguisher wrapped with a steel chain!!
JF - "This is a sick new twist on Psycho's trademark weapon, and it's sure to do one hell of an amount of damage to TSW!"
Psycho grabs a small canister of lighter fluid and sprays it out onto the chain wrapped metal bat. Psycho grabs another lighter from under the ring and lights the extinguisher on fire! TSW turns around and Psycho nails him in the face with the chain wrapped bat on fire!!!
JF & Flash - "OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!"
The crowd starts the 'Holy Shit' chant as Psycho drops the extinguisher, and the ref starts his count on TSW, 1....... 2........ 3......... 4........ 5........ 6......... 7........ 8........ 9..... Psycho picks TSW up!!!
JF - "What the hell? Psycho picked TSW up!"
Flash - "Why in the hell did he do that, Psycho had the match won!"
JF - "He loves pain, and he loves dishing it out, he wants to do it some more! This isn't over yet!"
Psycho rolls TSW in the ring, and sets up one of the ladders. He sets up the second ladder next to the first. TSW lays on his stomach, Psycho tells the ref not to count TSW out. Psycho to the outside, over to the dumpster, and he pulls out…
Flash - "For the love of God!"
JF - "For God's sake! Psycho just took a table out of the dumpster that's wrapped in barbed and razor wire, also covered in broken lightbulbs and thumbtacks! This is insanity!!!"
Flash - "Psycho is well and truly living up to his name here! I've never seen anything like this!"
Psycho takes his special table in the ring, setting it up in front of the two ladders. TSW grabbing on to Psycho's boot as Psycho lights the table on fire!! Everyone in the arena is standing on their feet. Psycho climbing the ladder, with TSW, all the way to the top, he sets TSW up and gives the sign for the Psycho Plunge!!
Flash - "This would surely finish it, there's no way TSW could get up from this."
Both men all the way at the top of the two ladders, TSW fighting for his life, pulls brass knux out of his tights and decks Psycho with them, hits him again and a third time, breaking Psycho's hold on TSW. TSW puts Psycho in the powerbomb position, and hits the Braveheart Bomb off of the top of the two ladders, through the flaming table wrapped in barbed and razor wire, covered in broken lightbulbs and thumbtacks!!!
Flash - "FUCKING HELL!!!! PSYCHO HAS TO BE DEAD!!!"
"HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!!" rings out throughout the arena, both men are down and rightfully so. The referee counts, 1....... 2....... 3........ 4.......... 5...... 6......... 7........ 8........ 9..... TSW pulls himself up using the ropes..... 10!!! TSW has defeated Psycho!
"Cadence To Arms" hits, as TSW collapses back down to the mat, and the fans go absolutely wild for what they have just seen.
JF - "I have been in this business for a long time, I've seen some hellacious matches, espcially in the IWF. But never have I seen a match where two men just threw all mentality out the window and attempted to destroy one another. TSW has defeated his brother Psycho in the most barbaric and gruelling Last Man Standing Match... well, in the most gruesome match I have ever seen in my life!"
Flash - "This just goes to show, JF, how much being the first GWA Heavyweight champion means to these guys!"
JF - "I understand that, Flash, but will either of these guys be in any sort of condition to fight in their next matches? There's no way they'll possibly be anywhere near 100%, so was all this worth it?"
The camera surveys the destruction in the ring, with both men lying prone in pools of their own blood.
Flash - "One thing's for sure, it's been a hell of an opening night for the GWA!"
JF - "You're damn right, and if we continue like this, God knows what we've got in store for you! Folks, we're outta time, so I hope you've enjoyed Corruption, and you're now a GWA fan."
Flash - "Well, if you're not after what we've seen here tonight, there is something seriously wrong with you!"
JF - "Don't forget folks, Meltdown is live on Friday night, only on the Fox network. This is JF and Flash, signing…."
Suddenly, we cut backstage, once again to DeVasher's locker room. The door opens, and both Striker and DeVasher step out. The two men shake hands.
Striker - "A pleasure doing business with you."
DeVasher - "Likewise. Welcome to the GWA, Striker."
JF - "Oh my God! Striker has signed for the GWA! What will this mean?!"
The two men continue shaking hands, as the screen fades away to the GWA logo, and Corruption goes off the air…
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