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The opening guitar rift from Killswitch Engage's "This Fire Burns" gets a few fans to their feet as the voice of Roselyn Peters fills the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen, representing the first round of the IGGT, introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-four pounds, and standing at six feet, four inches, Chris ANGEL!"

Angel appears at the entrance ramp. He holds his fists stretched out to the side as his signature taunt. He then walks down, giving the occasional high-five, then slides into the ring.
Even through the darkest days...
This fire burns....
Always.....

This fire burns....
Always....

Angel climbs the turnbuckle and does the same signature taunt before retreating back to the ring.
Angel's music fades slowly, and Roselyn's voice fills the place once more as the powerful harmonica blasts overhead. "And his opponent, weighing two hundred ten pounds, and standing erect at five feet, nine inches, Originally from Seattle, Washington, Mark ZOUT!"

The powerful harmonica strains, breaking out into an equally strong, if not overwelming guitar rythem. Mark apears on the stage, throwing his arms up, and walking down thhe right side of the ramp, slapping hands with several fans on his way to the ring. Reaching the canvas, he looks up into the ring, where Chris Angel awaited him, and walked to the left side of the ring, climbing the stairs.

So tired sleeping through the day
Bloodshot eyes and the sweat from my body
And I picked my head up yesterday
Found the reason of hope left inside of me

But I still believe in immortal love
And I know there's someone above

Shine down, don't take it away from me, no
And I know you know how, yeah
Shine down, just give me a chance to feel it
It's taken forever to get me off the ground

Zout mounted the turnbuckle, throwing a fist high into the air, and reciving a healthy pop from the fans in support. He then hops down, nodding to Roselyn with a gentleman's smirk as she exited the ring, making way for Official Roger Fairborn. Zout and Angel meet at center ring, where Fairborn stands between them, quickly going over the rules, and what's at stake. Both men nod, not moving their eyes from the other's. Fairborn orders for a shaking of the hands and Zout quickly puts his out there, still without breaking his gaze. He only recieves a cold stare in return for several seconds before Angel grants him the shake, and the two back slowly into their respective corners.

Fairborn then signals to the time keeper, who rings the bell, and Zout and Angel explode from their corners, clashing mid ring with a lock up. The energy the two were putting foreward was so intense there were already several fans on their feet.

They looked even in strength - for a moment - until Angel threw Zout to his back on the canvas, using his seven inch height advantage to his - well, advantage. Zout refused to accept that he could be mahandled so easily, however, and rolled backward from his face-up horizontal possition, using his fists to post on the mat, turn upside down, and find his feet. He then exploded into another high-impact sprint, locking up with Angel center ring once more. Zout grunted, bearing his teeth as he struggled to force Angel backward. It seemed to be working, as Angel took a step back, but this was only to step forward, throwing Zout down once more. He looked down to his opponent with a smirk that clearly said, 'Is that all? C'mon and get me.'

It was becoming obvious quickly to everyone in the arena who held the strength advantage here. Everyone except Mark, who rolled backward in much the same fashion as before, and charged Angel again, clashing bone to bone in another powerful lock-up. This time, however, when Angel moved to force Zout down, Zout allowed it, keeping in firm hold of the lock up. As he hit his back, his legs went up, and his hands released from Angel's as he kicked up, launching Chris well over his head. Angel hit squarly against the mat near the ropes, and rolled to his stomach, looking with disbelief at the newcomer who had alredy kipped back to his feet, and now taunted Angel with a hand motion that clearly stated, 'Bring it.'

The fans around the ring erupt into a thousand cheers for the action taking place. Angel vs. Zout. Strength and speed vs speed and stratedgy. This was beginning to look like quite the match-up. Angel stood, angerly, and and gave a shout, running at Zout, an arm extended, clearly aiming to take Zout's head off. Zout, however, did not move from his spot at center ring, standing perfectly in place. As Angel took his final step toward Zout, swinging wildly, Zout ducked the attack, and sprinted to the ropes, bounding off of them, and heading straight toward Angel, who was turning to face him. Angel cocked his arm once more, preparing to send Zout to the canvas decapitated, but as he swung a second time, Zout dove, rolling and catching arm arm between the legs of Angel. Angel bumped to his back and Zout rolled him up, Fairborn falling into possition. The referee counted as he slapped the mat, "One! Two! Thr--" Angel forced Zout off of him. Zout flew off the cover, bumping a solid two feet away from Angel after Angel had leg pressed him off, Angel rolled to a knee and stood, screaming in frustration. He was Chris Angel, this new guy was nothing but a Mark, living out his dream. He was Chris Angel, damn it!

As Zout began to roll to a knee to stand, he cringed as he felt the forarm of Chris Angel strike the back of his neck. Again. With the third blow, Zout collapsed to the canvas, belly-down. Angel used the heel of his boot to place a stomp at the base of Zout's neck before Fairborn could get to his knees beside Zout and put an arm out to signal Angel to back away. Fairborn asked Zout if he would like to continue, and Zout nodded, but quickly regretted doing so, as a flash of pain ran all the way down his spine, all but paralizing him for a fraction of a second. Fairborn stood, and gave the signal to Angel to continue, and Angel ran forward, giving another boot to the side of Zout's neck. Zout cried out and rolled under the bottom rope, sinking to the ground outside. He needed a break to compose himself, and at least make the world around him quit spinning.

Angel planned on giving him no such break. The six foot four man ran toward the ropes and jumped up and over the top rope, an arm extended. The crook of his elbow caught Zout squarly in the chin as Zout had just gained his feet, and Mark was sprawled out on the concrete floor, clutching his head. Angel rolled when he hit the floor and stood, motioning to the crowd, who couldn't help but applaud for the spectacular show of athatisism, even if they had just booed him for his less than sportsman-like tactics. Angel stepped over to Zout and picked him up by the hair. Zout, in extreme pain, threw a right fist into the torso of Angel. Angel, however, immediately responded with a knee to the face. Chris then threw Mark into the ring under the bottom rope by his hair, and Zout continued to roll to the center of the ring.

Angel walked all the way to the stairs, ducking between the middle and top ropes to enter. He stalked over to his opponent and began to lift him by the hair once more, despite Fairborn's warning. Zout did not stand erect, however. He grabbed the knees of Angel and refused to stand all the way up, using Chris's own body to keep him from doing so. Chris, with a smirk of anger and cockyness, shoved Zout's head between his knees and tightened his arms around Zout's waist, lifting him into the air atop his shoulders. Angel released his grip on his opponent, planning to drop him into a Jacknife Powerbomb, but Zout's feet locked around Angel's neck, and Zout took him over in a HURRICANRONNA! Angel bumped a few feet away from Zout, and arched his back, sending a hand to aid it.

Zout, face down, held the back of his neck with one hand as he used the other to post against the mat and find his legs under him. Zout rolled his shoulders and neck, shaking all the pain away as Angel stood in the corner across from him. The two's eyes locked, and they rushed toward eachother, aperently looking for another clash at center ring. Zout rolled under Angel's attempt at a lock up, however, and jumped, pivoting midair. As Angel turned, he was caught squarely in the chest by a DROPKICK! As Angel went to the mat again, Zout stood, and backed into the ropes, coming back with a running double stomp to the abs of Angel. Once on the other side of Angel, Zout jumped, flipping backward into a Standing Moonsault. Angel managed to get his knees up, though, catching Zout in the abdomen and knocking the breath out of him. Zout kneeled beside Angel, an arm on his stomach as he fought for breath, and Angel rolled the young wrestler over him into a cradle pin. Fairborn dropped into possition and counted, "One! Two! Thre--" Zout's shoulder wriggled out of place, and Fairborn was good enough to catch it.
"WHAT?!" It came from the lungs of Angel, who stood and began to argue with Fairborn, who stood firmly on his decision. Taken by suprise, Angel fell backwards, rolled up by Zout in a School Boy, and Fairborn immediately began the count, "One! Two!" That was all as Angel kicked out and rolled away. Both men stood, and began to circle. Zout wore a smile. He knew he was getting to Angel still, as Angel breathed heavily out of Anger.

The two stopped circling, and went at it again, clashing mid-ring with another lock up. Before Angel had the chance to do anything, Zout shrugged the arm over his elbow away, using his newly freed arm to grab the wrist of Angel. With both hands he twisted the arm of Angel forward, directly into a Standing Wrist Lock, rather than taking his chances with an arm wringer. Angel yelped in a fit of pain and anger and swung with his free hand, which set him off ballence enough for Zout to raise his captured arm up and step under it, flexing it now the opposite way in an Arm Wringer. Angel yelled out, doubling over to relieve himself of some of the pain, but Zout used this as nothing less than another oppertunity to change it up, stepping back under the captured arm, and behind Angel, twisting his arm up in a Hammer Lock, and pressed his cheek up against Angel's shoulder, making it impossible for the other to counter. Angel was seeing red now, and was barely able to feel the arm that had seen so much abuse in such a short time. He swung desperately in an attempt to catch Zout's head. Zout wrenched up on the arm, and Angel arched backward, attempting to relieve a bit of the pressure. Mark untwisted the arm enough to step back under the arm, back in front of Angel again. He flexed his oppnent's arm up, catching him in a Key Lock, and placed his heel behind Angel's flexing the taller back backward until his shoulders were pressed against the mat, and Fairborn fell into possition, "One! Two! Thre--" Angel drove his free fist into the side of Zout's neck, and sent Zout rolling away, holding the injurred area.

Fairborn jumped Angel's case about the move, but Chris paid no attention, walking over to Zout holding his injurred arm. He stomped down hard on the back of Zout's neck, causing a pained scream to erupt from the lungs of Zout. Fairborn shoved Angel back and dropped to the canvas beside Mark, asking if he would like to continue. Unable to nod, Zout mumbled a yes, and gained his feet slowly before Fairborn allowed the match to continue. Angel rushed Zout, bringing him down hard with a decapitating clothesline. Zout's hands went up to his head, holding it protectively, and Angel lifted him by the hair. He then put his arm over the throat of Zout, lifted him, and fell to the mat with him in a SIDE EFFECT! Zout writhed in pain, and Angel stood, backing away as he held his arm.

Zout, holding his neck and the back of his head, slowly rolled over from his lifeless state, and uneasily gained his feet under him. Angel took this moment to close in. As Zout turned, Angel grasped his arms around Zout's Head and neck and began free falling toward his back. ANGEL STUNNER! - But no, Zout, in an act of desperation, forced Angel forward, who bumped against the mat. Zout stumbled backward, leaning into the turnbuckle for support. Angel snarled as he gained his feet and plowed toward Zout, shoulder down to catch the shorter man between his left shoulder and the turnbuckle, but Zout popped his feet up and over the charging Angel, leaving the taller man to collide into the steel pole with his injurred arm. Zout stood behind him, and as Angel turned, yelling in agony as he held the arm, Zout looped his own under it, and took him over with an Arm Drag, then locked in a cross Arm Bar.

Angel screemed, trying desperatly to escape, but unable to power out he rolled coser to Zout, attempting to gain a vertical base. Zout caught onto this, though, and gained his feet first, the Arm Bar kept intact. He turned as Angel gained a knee, and kicked his heel into Angel's face, causing the opponent to hit the canvas face down. Zout then squatted down on the arm, applying further pressure to the Squatting Reverse Arm Bar. Angel's face contorted into pain, and he reached out for the ropes in vien, as they were a foot away in any given direction. Fairborn kneeled beside Angel, asking if he was alright, or if he wanted to give up. Angel screamed out in pain, and with a final wrench of the arm by Zout, his free arm instinctively tapped the mat severeal times in succession.

"That's it!" Fairborn cried, signalling to the time keeper. The bell rang, and Zout dropped the arm of Angel, holding his neck and head while Fairborn raised his other arm. "Shine Down" began to pulse through the arena. mixing in with the cheers of several fans. Roselyn Peters' voice rang over all the other noise, "You winner, Advancing in the IGGT via submission, Mark Zout!"

As Angel struggled to his feet, only using one arm, he noticed Mark standing above him. Angel raised to his feet and locked up in a stare with Zout. Zout offered his hand, and looked down to it, then back up to the eyes of Chris Angel. Chris, reluctantly, used his right, and coincidentially healthy arm, to shake with Zout, and Zout raised his arm into the air, resulting in a tremendous pop from the crowd. Zout dropped his opponent's arm, and backed slowly out of the ring, not breaking the eye contact any longer. As he reached the end of the entryway, He raised both his arms in victory and disapeered behind the doors, leaving Angel shaking his head.

The arena here at GWA impressed with the opening round already are awaiting the final round. This one will be the highlight as Demonstar and the up and comer in GWA, a well known face in other federations, Hunter “The Hardkore Ikon” Sullivan. The two have been kinda stuck on the mid to lower card the last few shows and have the chance in this tournament to turn the whole thing around. The ramp was awaiting the Star’s to make there entrance to the ring as memory of the show gone past still lingers with amazement, respect for both star’s after the showing at the event, after losing or winning.

Bring The Violence!!!

Hunters opening Lyrics blasted the arena as the Superstar broke from the gorilla position to a venue filled with Flashing green lights and Screaming fans, Word up beat it’s self into the ear’s of Hunter pumping him for what’s about to happen. He was going to show that even with a loss under his belt this match wasn’t going to be the same, this time he knows that he has his work cut out ans will not let Demonstar get the best of him here tonight. Hunter quickly hit the rampway as he lifted his hand up and scratched his nose a moment and went through his moehawk and the hair surrounding it. Hunter was first to enter here tonight and would be awaiting demonstar to come second. He had a game face on tonight as his pants had the label Mr. Sullivan up the side. Sullivan hit the matting and quickly slid into the ring and moving to his feet. The fans in the arena pop to there feet, jeer’s was the majority as people had become more comfortable with Demonstar wanted to see him with the victory. Some still not over with either, stay quite, or jeer.
Hunter moved to his feet and Climbed the turnbuckle swiftly, He beat a bit at his chest with his fist before pointing out to the fans, scoffing and turning around back to the mat. Hunter slowly passed by the Ref and announcer as they started the announcement.

“This is your last tournament matchup, From Corner brook Newfoundland, he is the hardkore Ikon, Hunter Sullivan.”

Hunter repeated his previous step and climbed tot he turnbuckle with a slightly different taunt. Hunter turned and dropped from the corner, claiming it as his own.


“THOUGH HE BE A DEMON THE SCOURGE OF THE NIGHT….HE SAHLL BE AS A STAR, THE EARTHS GUIDING LIGHT” is heard…..

All of a sudden the opening bass line of ‘The Crimson Ghost’ by the Misfits kicks in….

Out walks Danny in a red trenchcoat, and wearing the iconic mask of ‘The Crimson Ghost’, his devilock hanging in front of his face….there is a mixture of cheers and boos for Danny.

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!’

As soon as the music picks up in speed, Danny sprints to the ring like a madman…the lights in the arena are all blood red….
‘I know your every move behind this face
I have control of expendable slaves
When confrontation comes down to the wire
I’ll use my cylcotrode to commece the fire!

You’re never gonna get me
never gonna get me
never gonna get me
never gonna get me’

Danny slides under the bottom rope and quickly stands up, in a flash he takes off his Crimson Ghost mask to reveal his iconic black cowl, as soon as the ghost mask is off Danny spits a mist of blood into the air followed by maniacal laughter……

“And his opponent, weighing in at 275 pounds…..’The Crimson Ghost’…DANNY DEMONSTAR!”

‘Being followed, I get quick to the chase
I take my cyclotrode right out of the case
Atomic force electrocutes your motor
Leaving dead in flames - I always escape!’

‘You’re never gonna get me
never gonna get me
never gonna get me
I’M THE CRIMSON GHOST!’ x2

Danny steps to the second turnbuckle and raises his head to the air, spitting another mist of blood…..he jumps off the turnbuckle, takes off his trenchcoat, and faces his opponent, looking like a hungry beast.


Cral stood to his feet and looked across the ring at the rival of the night, as Daemon looked back sharing a cold stair with his opponent. The ref moved in and Called for the bell, the rules of the match have been recited Pre match, and share with the previous matches making the talk un-needed. Hunter made a bit of a bounce as Danny made and smirk and downward punch getting ready for the matchup. Hunter moved in as did Danny, Hunter a little low on his feet as Danny was higher and ready to knock Hunter down. Hunter Started to circle the ring, Danny started to do the same at a slightly slower paste. Danny was first to move forward bringing his hand up for a test of strength. Fingers spread Hunter started to move in cautiously locking fingers. Danny brings up his other Hand and Awaits Sullivan whom puts his other hand forward and locks fingers now having the whole TOS locked in. Danny grips firmly onto Hunters hands as he smirks. Hunter is fighting Dannys grip and starts to push him back, Sullivan places a leg behind Danny’s, however, it seems Danny is stronger then first thought as he in some what ease starts to push Hunter back. Sullivan’s back starts to arch as Danny waits for the right moment and sweeps knocking Hunter to his back. Danny smirks as he looks down at the grounded Sullivan. Sullivan smirks back as he rolls backwards, with hands still locked and now somewhat twisted and pushes to his feet. Danny caught a bit off guard and is now charged By Hunter whom attempts to back body drop Danny over and out of the hand lock, however, Danny, keeping the lock rolls the move into a sun set flip. Hunter is caught in the move and rolls through, the hands now pulled apart. Hunter to his feet jumps with a drop kick, nailing Demonstar in the chest and knocking him to his back. Danny quickly climbs to his feet and turns to Hunter whom has bounced off the ropes and is headed full speed to Danny with a shoulder block. Danny stands is ground and when Hunter makes contact, the powerhouse of a man Sends him with force to the mat. Hunter bounces and get to his feet in a hurry trying to regain himself. Hunter slaps in a chop sending Danny a bit back in a stagger, Hunter with another chop before Gripping Danny’s arm and sending him into the ropes, however, Danny counters switching around the whip and sending former Cral Cruel into the ropes, Sullivan made the rebound and was sent right into Danny whom Lifted him up and over in a back body drop.

Hunter Hit with a bang as he held his back from the powermove. Hunter was a bit slow to get to his feet but was somewhat helped on his way there as Danny tugged him to his feet and delivered a nice chop sending Hunter back with a stagger. Hunter held his chest as deamon Delivered a full force chop hitting square in the chest and knocking him down to the ground. Hunter was quick to reply to the move and bounced himself back to his feet only to be nailed by yet another chop. Hunter staggered Falling into the ropes as he cradled his chest. Deamon slowly moves in Gripping Hunters are again and whipping him into the ropes. Hunter with speed hits the other side as Danny moves to the middle of the ring and ready’s himself for a move on the rebound, However Hunter Fell and slid between Dannys legs bouncing to his feet as Demonstar turns back around and nailed with a armdrag!! Hunter keeps the arm dreg connected as he apply’s a form of armbar. Hunter still feeling the sting holds in his submission based move hoping to take out Danny’s arm, which takes out a lot of the power game. Danny patted at his shoulder as Hunter wrenches and contorts the arm. Danny looking for a way out takes his free arm and reaches up and rakes hunter in the eyes Causing the star to pull away and hold his eyes in pain and blindness. Danny gets to his feet quickly as Hunter stands to his feet trying to regain sight. It is at this point that Danny dives in and connects with a Chop block knocking Hunter to his back.
Hunter was slow to get back to his feet his feet as The well known GWA star moves in on the slightly quicker Hunter. Danny pulls Hunter to his feet and nails in a Knee shot sending Hunter into a doubled over state. Danny takes hold of Sullivan’s Hair and tugs him towards the turnbuckle and smashes his face into the turnbuckle there. Hunter staggers away from Danny holding his face in pain only just starting to see. Danny comes up behind him again, grabbing his hair once again and hauling him to the parallel turnbuckle from before, again smashing the mans face into it. Hunter holds his face once again as Danny scoops him up and taunts to the fans a bit getting a so-so reaction, before charging the 3rd rope and dropping Sullivan onto it with a snake eye’s. Hunter hit with a whiplash and snaps to his back. Danny feels a little arrogant about himself and taunts showing that he holds no fear. Still holding his heel side close. Hunter shakes himself loose as he use’s the ropes to climb to his feet and fell back into the turnbuckle taking Danny’s taunt as a small rest. The Demonstar however soon turns around and ready’s himself, noticing that Hunter is to his feet. Danny charges full speed attempting a Body splash like maneuver when Hunter Kicks up his boot Knocking Danny in the face and staggering him back. Hunter Jumps to the second rope and makes a Short Cross body!!! NO, Danny with a stagger catches the man and holds him with a smirk. Danny tosses him up and onto his back dropping back nailing a SAMAON DROP.

Hunter Kicked and Held his back in Pain as Danny rolled him a tad for a quick cover, 1.kick out.. The match had quickly gotten into the action as Hunter pushes himself to his feet with a stagger. Danny was there before him and lands in a insult kick nailing Hunter in the stomach. Causing the star to roll onto his back. Hunter none the less attempt to climb fully to his feet this time useing the ropes for aid. Danny smirks as he moves in letting the star get to his feet before smashing a forearm into the back of the rope aided star. Sullivan becomes more dependant on the rope as he leans his weight across the top, this is when Danny grips Hunter head and forces it down upon the top rope chocking the star. Quickly the ref moved in and started to count on Danny whom moved to both arm forcing down a little more. 1...2....3...4... Danny let out of the hold letting Hunter fall back to the matt holding his neck as he grasped for air. At this point Hunter rolled out of the ring and staggered along the apron looking fore a break. His back still hurt from the Samoan drop. Deamon feeling cocky let the star have a small rest before rolling out afterhim stalking him up from behind and grabbing the winded star and smashing him into the apron with force. The backlash sent hunter staggering back into the barricade. Sullivan is still unable to gain his barring back from the high impact move as he is turned around and smacked right with a right hand and slouches down to the protective matting. The ref in the ring starts up a count after slight yelling to the stars to enter the ring. 1...2..3.. Demonstar pulls hunter back to his feet scooping Hunter onto his shoulder and smirking as he runs ramming the weakened star into the steel poll weakening the back as he moves around an drops the star on the apron pushing him into the ring before following behind ending the count. Danny is quickly to his feet and pulls a limp Hunter up with him, pushing him into the turnbuckle and pinning his there before Pulling out with a Irish whip, full power. Sending Cral speeding into the turnbuckle on the parallel end of the ring. Hunter smashed into it falling back out with a thud. The "hardkore Ikon." was being sent to town and back as Danny stalks back up on him once again dropping to his knees upon arival of hunter corps, Danny gets in his face and starts to rant. "Hunter your nothing to me, I am going to walk away from this tournament winner.. You’re a minor stepping stone, BOY." With that Danny spit in Hunter face slamming hiss fist down afterward nailing him in the forehead. At this point hunter angered and insulted looks for a wal out him limbo and reaches up and as Danny did earlier Raked the stars eyes. Danny pushes to his feet holding his Eyes in pain as Hunter rolls to his gut whipping the insulting spit from his face. Sullivan pushed to his feet looking to take advantage of the situation quickly hunter charged the more powerful man from behind and Chop blocks him to the ground. Danny quickly holds his new wound as Hunter quickly stomps at the upper leg. Trying to take the power out of the power house. Sullivan quickly went for a more impact based move and attempted to lock in a Figure four leg lock, he grasps the leg and makes the turn however, Danny counters kicking the back of Hunter and pushing him to his gut. the larger man gets to his feet with a miner stagger as Hunter gets back with a larger stagger, being more wounded. hunter however is first to act quickly bouncing off the ropes and heading full force at his opponent. This was a mistake as Danny stops him gripping him around the neck. hunter being stopped in his tracks grips the arm looking for escape, but no time was given as Danny reaches down and scoops the newer star into a military press. Danny pushes him high into the air before making a small push up taunt and dropping the star with all his weight onto the matting.

Hunter had almost made a come back as Danny smirks feeling proud of his doings. Hunter on the other hand cursed upon Danny as he regained the air that had been knocked out of his lungs upon impact. He attempted to Climb to his feet but found himself still to wounded to make it. Danny still holding his smirk watches as Hunter crawls to the ropes grabbing the bottom rope before moving to all fours coughing a bit as he did. Danny moved in and placed his foot upon the back of the stars Head and Pushed down choking him again on the ropes, only with the use of his boot this time round. The ref moves in again making another count as the Demonstar pulls away at 2 not holding any feel in his body at all in this match, not many would blame him upon seeing how things where going so far. Danny starts to look bored and he wandered around the ring somewhat looking back time to time seeing Hunter find his bearings and climb using the ropes back to his feet. Danny Decides to End things this time and moves in grabbing Hunter By the hair, tugging him to the center of the ring. Hunter makes a holler as the ref rants about the hair pull. Demonstar ignored, however lets go of the hair upon reaching the center. Danny Spun The Ikon around and scooped him up once again. Pushing him back up into another Military Press, this time with different things in mind. RITUAL DIS----- NOO!!! HUNTER COUNTERS TO A DDT!!! upon dropping Hunter, the losing contender looked for a last moment counter as he fell, Grabbing around Daemons head, pulling him down with momentum!! Danny hit the mat hard and went Limp as Hunter gets a positive reaction from the fans He rolls into a cover!
ONE.....TWOOO.... THREEE..wait NO Danny shoots his shoulder up into the air at a near three. Danny was hugely shaken from the unseen counter. Which kept him tot he mat longer then the actual pain from the move. Hunter Curses again finding his second wind as he gets to his feet, followed slowly by Danny holding his head in pain. Hunter looks to take advantage and kicks hard in the back of Danny’s leg sending him to one knee. Hunter moves around front and goes back to his roots as a brawler and starts letting out Stiff punches down at the larger man. Danny finds himself under the furry of fists and pushes Hunter way in Defence. Hunter bounces off the ropes and use’s the momentum of the move the Speed forward Drop kick to THA FACE!!111!
Danny tumbled to his back in pain, feeling a major headache coming on. Hunter looked around for his next move, his eyes falling upon the Turnbuckle. Heheh. Hunter mistakenly turned his back on the larger man and started to climb the turnbuckle, feeling a moonsault coming on. Hunter steadied himself on top when there was a sudden jolt to the ropes knocked his foot to a slip! Hunter Fell back hitting his head off the bottom turnbuckle, as he found himself in a tree of Woe. In is upside downed state Sullivan could See Danny leaning on the ropes. Danny smirked as he seen himself with the advantage once again! Danny shook the cobwebs clear as he ran bounceing off the ropes and speeding forward towards Hunter... BASE BALL... Noo, Danny tumbles to the outside as Hunter PULLED UP. Hunter used his muscle strength to pull himself out of the tree. Danny is dazed on the out side as Hunter Fix’s his balance... Danny gets back to his feet and makes a turn to see the horrifying... MOONSUALT!! Danny was taken clean off his feet as they both tumbled to the ground in a mass of body.

Both men appear to have taken a lot of damage in the fall, Danny taking the brunt of it however…..Hunter struggles up to his feet and tosses Danny back into the ring…..Hunter rolls in and covers him…..

1…2…

Danny gets his shoulder up!

Hunter swears at himself and gets up….he starts putting some heavy boots to Danny while he’s down, then he just up and stands on Dannys face! The ref starts counting and Hunter stops at four….Danny starts struggling to his feet, but Hunter just boots him back down…..Danny finally gets to a knee and Hunter throws another boot, only to get his foot caught by Danny! Before Hunter has time for an Enziguri, Danny simply palms Hunter in the face. Hunter falls like a sack of potatoes.

Danny gets Hunter to his feet and bends him over his knee, locking in a backbreaker submission….Hunter starts squirming so Danny starts digging his forearm into his face….The ref calls it and starts counting and Danny stopsJust as Hunter starts to lift his hand, Danny lets go of the hold….he didn’t want him to tap….he wanted to make an example out of Hunter for the others in the tournament.

Dannys cockiness is indeed a mistake as all it gets him is a swift punch to the junk from Sullivan! Danny falls to his knees clutching at his groin and Sullivan straight boots Danny in the side of the head to knock him to the ground….

With Danny on his stomach on the ground, Hunter holds his arm by the hand and stretches it out, then starts laying some heavy boots into Dannys shoulder……Danny shouts out in pain as the stiff boots hit his tensed up shoulder…Danny pulls his hand out of his grasp and rolls over and clutches at his shoulder….but Hunter locks Danny in a high-elevation armbar! Danny screams out in demonic anguish.

Dannys hand raises like he’s about to tap…but no! He’s….slapping himself in the face? It appears that Danny is trying to take attention away from his arm by refocusing the pain….

Danny finally muscles out of the move and staggers up to his feet…..Hunter was alying in wait with a lariat but Danny falls back down exhaustedly and Hunter knocks out the ref…

With that Danny gets up and Hunter thumbs him in the eye! Danny reels from it but comes back to thumb Hunter in the eye! Hunter then punches Danny with a hard closed fist and Danny returns the favor. The two men who are used to taking advantage when the ref is down have gotten into some sort of heel-off…..

Danny and Hunter both reach out and just start straight choking each other….Danny getting the better of Hunter thanks to his strength advantage, but Hunter kicks Danny in the beanbag for the second time tonight!

Danny leans over clutching himself…

Drake: Ouch….I think I heard one pop….

Danny gets up and Hunter just starts wailing on him…..a left, a right, punch after punch after punch….

Hunter continues pummeling Dannys skull in with his fists……Danny turns around and leans on the turnbuckle for support….Hunter grabs him by the arm and spins him around to face him only to get a BLOOD SPIT! BLOOD SPIT! BLOOD SPIT!

Danny wipes some of his own blood off of his face and onto his palm, then smacks Hunter hard across the face…..leaving a bloody handprint…..he raises his arms to the sky and shouts ‘LETS GET TWISTED!

Danny sets Hunter up for the reverse vertical suplex but stalls when he gets to the top, letting Hunter stay vertical for a few seconds, but the anticipation makes it seem like forever…..he then starts bringing Hunter down in front of him with great force, twisting him in midair so he lands flat on his face!

Danny hooks one of Hunters legs for the pin…..

1…2….3!!!

*DING*DING*DING*

Danny gets to his feet and raises his fist before the ref gets a chance.

Roselyn: Here is your winner, and semi-finalist in the Tournament for the Inaugural Guardian of the Threshold Trophy……’The Crimson Ghost’ Danny Demonstar!

Danny looks down at Hunter….not like he was a human…but like he was a stepping stone…..a stepping stone to the greatness he always knew he deserved…..

Roselyn Peters: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a forty-five minute time limit, and it is for the GWA GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP!!”

The opening guitar chords of “The Message” by Nas hit the speakers and the lights in the arena cut to black as the fans all rise to their feet in anticipation of one of the most beloved wrestlers in the GWA. The beat picks up and the lights above the curtain blink to life flashing blue and white down on the ramp.

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggaz played out, get ******** and ate out
Prostitute turned b***h, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King

As soon as the word king is said, the Dragonslayer Ice pushes the curtain to the side and steps out onto the ramp, the GWA Grand Championship secured around his waist. Ice throws his arms out to the side in the crucifix position for a second before bringing them back in and then rising them above his head in his trade mark pose.

The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them
Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex adrenaline
Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have ******** me in the Benz wagon

Ice drops his pose and makes his way down the ramp as the GWA fans reach out to pat him on the back as he walks by. The lights in the arena come back to life but only half way as he holds out his arms to slap hands with the fans.

Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it's on though
s**t is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight
with the broke Mac it won't spray right
Don't give a ******** who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised s**t
Hungry-a** hooligans stay on that piranha s**t

Ice enters the ring area but instead of entering the ring he does a lap around the ring slapping hands with as many fans as he can get the chance before coming around to the front of the ring and leaping up onto the apron. The Dragonslayer stands firmly on the ring apron and lifts his arms up once again hitting his signature pose as the lights come the rest of the way on illuminating the arena once again.

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin

Ice drops his pose and pats the gold around his waist before unhooking it and lifting it up into the air with his right arm. The fans cheer loudly for this, seeing their hero standing before them with his gold held rightfully in the air.

I peeped you frontin, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin
Across the street you was wildin
Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that ***** grave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came askin me my name, what the ******** got stitched up and went through
Left the hospital that same night, what

Ice steps in-between the ropes and enters the ring. He walks to the opposite side of the ring and puts his foot on the top rope before stepping up and holding his gold out to the fans. “This is ours right here!” He says as Nas continues to rap.

Got my gat back, time to backtrack
I had to drop so how the ******** I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown *****'s through, blazin at his crew daily
The 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lightin L's sippin Coors, on all floors in project halls
Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown coppin the raw
But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes
and best friends become strangers, word up

Ice then carries his title to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs it before kissing the GWA Grand Championship and holding it high into the air with both of his arms and then draping it across his shoulder before hitting his pose one more time for the fans.

Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back

Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back

Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back

Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back

The Dragonslayer hops off of the turnbuckle before handing his gold over to the ref and stretching his shoulder, quietly awaiting his opponent as the fans continue to cheer his name.

::The place is silent for a dozen seconds before the lights cut out, inducing complete darkness throughout the venue. Then suddenly, a guitar is struck, and flashes of white consume the black curtain as Nihilistic Dragon swats away the tarnished cloth, entering the sight of all with his arms extended outward::

Woh oh oh
Woah oh oh
Woh oh oh
Scream

::Cleawater lifts his index finger, points in the direction of the Grand Champion, and mouths his lips upon the word “Scream”, and begins to walk down to the ring as his entrance begins to kick up::

A chill runs up your spine
And crawls into your brain
A freezing touch of fear
It's driving me insane
Although you try to fight
Dragged from the silence
Where you hide

'Til you scream
'Til you scream

::Andrew extends his right hand to five a few fans, while others pat him on the back. The audience becomes loud with cheers, showing that they are somewhat of a heavy Hated crowd tonight. One member of the sea manages to yell out for Clearwater, telling him to take the belt from Ice, while another roars at him to make the Silver Flame tap out::

A chill runs up your spine
And crawls into your brain
A freezing touch of fear
It's driving me insane
Although you try to fight
Dragged from the silence
Where you hide

'Til you scream
'Til you scream
Scream
I can't wait to hear you scream

::the Overcard of Anarchy makes a right turn to begin circling the ring, having his back patted by anonymous fans. As he makes it halfway up the right side of the ring, it is noted with the cameras that Hated continues to stare his opponent, never taking his eyes off of the champion::

It's driving me insane
Although you try to fight
Dragged from the silence
Where you hide

'Til you scream
Scream

::Once near the second set of steel steps around the south apron, Andrew halts his stride, and marches up each stair, and dashes in to the ring through the south ropes. The Cynical Shogun approaches the Dragonslayer, and locks up his eyes with his heated foe. Clearwater manages to mouth the ending words of the entrance theme::

I can't wait to hear you
I can't wait to hear you
Scream

I can't wait to hear you
I can't wait to hear you
Scream, scream, scream


Peter London stands beside each of the two competitors in the ring, looking on as both men dare not to take their eyes from the other’s. Ice, with an expression of seriousness mixed in with a rush of adrenaline. Clearwater, a toothy smirk across his face, feeling eager to begin. Roselyn, standing away from the wrestlers near the right turnbuckle of the south ropes, brings the microphone up to her lips to announce the combatants in the match.

“Standing in the ring, to my right....weighing in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds...hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina.....the GWA Grand Champion....the Dragonslayer, ICE!!!!”

Ice doesn’t even bother to look out to the fans cheering for him, making sure he keeps a close eye on Hated. Peters awaits the sounds of the crowd to die down before bringing the mic back up.

“And standing to my left.....the challenger......”

*SMACK*

The Cynical Shogun backhands the bejesus out of Roselyn, and manages to snatch away the microphone from her hand before she falls to the ground. Hated gets directly in Ice’s face, and begins to speak into the boom with that devilish grin.

“I AM ANDREW ******** CLEARWATER!!!”

*BOOM*

Hated brings the mic down hard onto the forehead of the Silver Flame, sending him down to the mat flat on his back. Peter London calls for the bell to be rung now.

*DING**DING**DING*

Stiff right kicks are delivered to the Grand Champion by his polar opposite, Hated, in various parts of the body. Clearwater brings his foot into the ribs, then into the left thigh, to the back of the head, and then begins stomping down onto the left shin of Ice. Looking more like a mugging than a wrestling match, Peter London fires calls at Hated, trying to cease him from continue this onslaught of swift kicks. Andrew ignores this action by the ref, and keeps on with the stomping to his opponent. Peter threatens to throw out the match right now if Andy doesn’t comply with his official demands. Clearwater shouts a raspy “FINE!” at the referee, and automatically stops forcing his right foot down onto the left shin of the Silver Flame. Ice bellows already, trying to grab down near his calf muscle, but is soon lifted up to a vertical base by his hair. Once to his feet, the Dragonslayer is moved into the north ropes. After slightly backing his foe into the bungees, Hated irish whips Ice into the direction of the south ropes. Ice keeps the hold onto Andrew’s arm, and reverses the whip into his own, now sending Clearwater towards the south ropes. AC ricochets off of the south ropes, and sprints back towards the center of the squared circle. Upon his opponent’s return, Ice leaps over Hated, to which the Shogun ducks underneath. Clearwater doesn’t continue his run, but instead waits for Ice to land back onto the canvas. The second his feet reach back down to the mat, Ice’s left leg is powerfully kicked out from underneath him by AC’s right leg. The Silver Flame’s trip sends him onto his back, temporarily looking up at the ceiling. Ice’s left shin is then again stomped onto by his opponent. After a couple step downs onto his foe, Hated grabs the left leg of Ice, and brings it underneath his right arm. Clearwater then quickly drops down to the mat, and executes a single leg bar maneuver.

The Dragonslayer reaches for his left calf with an ousted attempt to halt this pain. Not able to reach out far enough, Ice drops his shoulders back onto the mat. Ref London notices the Champion’s shoulders down on the mat, and begins a pin count. 1...2..Ice sits back up in time. Hated yells at his opponent in a muffled voice, as the champ’s shoulders drop down to the canvas again. London brings himself down on all fours. 1...2...Ice sits up once more. The Silver Flame figures that not all is lost, and even though he cannot reach his own limb, he can potentially catch the north bottom rope behind him. Ice looks back for a moment before extending his arms backwards. With a quick boost of energy, Ice lunges his body backwards, and snags the bottom north rope. Peter London, aware of the Dragonslayer’s accomplishment, brings himself over to Andrew’s person, and tells him to release the leg bar on Ice’s left shin. The Cynical Shogun shakes his head back and forth, forcing the ref to realize that persuading AC is futile, so he begins the five count. 1...2...3...4...Clearwater lets the calf go out from underneath his right arm, and the sooka brings himself up onto his knees. As the Overcard of Anarchy gets up to his feet to obviously argue with the official, Ice carries his body up to a vertical base via the north ropes. AC, seeing now that his opponent is up to a stance, sprints towards the north ropes. Just before Hated can reach him, Ice drops his body back to the mat, holding down the north rope. Andrew tumbles over the ropes, and is able to catch himself onto the north apron. The Silver Flame brings himself back up quickly to seize this opportunity, and brings his right boot through the top and middle north rope to deliver a straight and swift side kick into the left ribcage of AC. This shot stuns Hated’s body long enough for Ice to move his body out onto the north apron alongside his foe. Before he can make a move of defense, Andrew is struck again in the side by the right leg of Ice. The Dragonslayer then goes to execute yet another kick to the lower torso of his opponent, but the calf is caught underneath the left arm of AC. Nihilistic Dragon quickly brings down his right heal onto the left shin of the Silver Flame. The pain from the strike forces Ice to bring in his right leg out from underneath Hated’s arm hurriedly. Clearwater then gives the left calf of the Grand Champion one more good shot with his right heal, this time forcing Ice to drop himself down onto the ground, north of the ring. As his opponent shakes off the pain in his left leg, AC moves on the apron closer to the right turnbuckle of the north ropes. Then, Andrew sprints along the north apron, and moonsaults his body backwards up into the air with his NIHILISTIC CROSS-NO!! Ice dives out of the way at the very last second, and Hated lands flat on his face on the outside floor!!!

A flashing right boot is sent into the side of Clearwater from the Dragonslayer. The sharp and painful kicks continue, as AC winces over and over again. The crowd begins a “LETS-GO-HATE-ED” chant, whilst the Cynical Shogun is lifted up by his black hair. Ice then rolls his opponent underneath the north ropes, and back into the ring. Ref London quickly drops down to a horizontal base after seeing that the Silver Flame has slid back into the ring, and hooked the leg for a pin. 1...2..Andrew kicks out of the pin attempt. Ice brings himself up to a stance, with Clearwater’s head in his grasp. After being lifted up off of the canvas, Hated is strong armed into the right turnbuckle of the north ropes. The champion then immediately lowers his shoulder, and begins to deliver excessive blocks into the abdomen of his foe. Andy coughs as the wind is being cocked from his body. Ice backs off of AC for a split second, and then straight kicks him in the ribs! Clearwater grabs at his side without haste, and drops down to his knees in front of his opponent. The Dragonslayer then brings Andrew up to a vertical base by grasping a hold onto his left arm and shoulder. The Shogun is then pushed up against the north ropes before being irished whipped into the direction of the south ropes. Ice release the arm of AC to allow the sooka to sprint into south ropes chest first. Clearwater’s forward motion into the ropes forces him to bungee backwards towards the center of the ring. Ice quickly moves his person into the center to catching a backtracking Hated by wrapping his arms around the torso. The Silver Flame lifts the body of his foe up for a moment, and then drives him hard into the canvas sideways. Keeping the hold onto Clearwater’s abdomen, Ice begins to wail furious right knee strikes into the kidneys. Peter London watches on as the two wrestlers lay side by side in the middle of the ring, one receiving the shots as the other delivers them. After a few more blood curdling patella strikes, Ice begins to bring his body back up, with Hated still in his grasp. Once he sees both feet of the challenger flat on the mat, the Dragonslayer brings Clearwater’s body back down hard in the same fashion as before. AC’s face shows exhaustion from the constant abuse taken to his lower torso, as Ice starts up with the hard kidney shots again.

Andrew pounds the canvas with his fist, feeling every bit of intensity that Ice is putting behind each on of those knee strikes. Knowing that he has to bring himself out of this death, AC brings his knees underneath him, and begins to push his body upwards. Ice, now on Andrew’s back, notices that he is being elevated in the air, so he hurriedly places his feet firmly on the mat. With both men vertically positioned, Ice’s hands still around AC’s abdomen, the audience sweats with anticipation of the next move. Hated reaches behind him, trying to snatch up his foe by the hair, but the Grand Champion just ducks each attempt made. Andrew then tries to use his hands to break the lock around his torso. The Dragonslayer’s hands are pried away from another, and is quickly the victim of a reversal by AC, in which the Shogun has now moved himself behind him. Clearwater goes to lift Ice back into the air, but the champ hooks his right leg behind his opponent’s to defend any kind of offense. Ice then reverses the situation into his favor once again. Now, with Hated’s back facing him, the Silver Flame re-hooks his arms around Clearwater. Just as it looks as though Ice is going to lift AC up backwards, the challenger rolls forward, forcing his opponent’s body forward as well. Andrew’s roll causes his to be sitting on top of the chest of Ice. Seeing his foe’s left leg pop up after the shway reversal, the Overcard of Anarchy harnesses the shin and ankle of Ice, and begins to twist it. While catching the left shin of the champion, Clearwater steps up, and turns the Dragonslayer’s body over onto his icy stomach. Andy then stands up erect, and locks in the ANKLELOC-NO!! Ice turns over onto his back fast, and brings both of his legs in quickly. The Silver Flame then uses his right boot to fire a kick into the forehead of his opponent, sending Hated reeling back, forcing him to drop the hold onto the left ankle.

Ice brings himself up fast, and charges at Andrew, nailing him with the ICEBERG SPEA-NO!! Clearwater side steps the attempt, and let’s the champ’s own momentum send his body forward into the right turnbuckle of the north ropes!! AC holds his side for a slight moment before grabbing the trunks of Ice. Andy pulls his opponent out of the turnbuckle, and grabs onto his tightly. The champion is then brought back a bit, and then is thrown back into the turnbuckle post! Ice slumps in the turnbuckle, as Clearwater begins to lift his foe’s body back up. Without turning Ice’s body around, the Cynical Shogun picks up the champ, and sits him onto the top of the turnbuckle, facing outwards towards the crowd. Hated then scales up each turnbuckle pad to bring himself next to Ice’s back, wrapping his arms around the icy sooka as he does so. Then, Nihilistic Dragon begins standing up on the turnbuckle ropes, with his opponent in his clutches. The crowd cringes as AC lifts the Grand Champion up off of the post, and brings both of their bodies down backwards hard onto the solid canvas with a super backdrop!! After the fall, Andy automatically holds at his side, as Ice’s body contorts over towards the south ropes. The ref runs over to the Silver Flame to make sure that an injury hadn’t just occurred, while the Shogun picks his body up off of the mat. Hated quickly scurries over to his enemy’s body, and rolls him over, covering for the three count!

1...2...thNO! Ice gets his left shoulder up!

Andrew gets up anxiously, and sprints towards the north ropes. Clearwater returns back to Ice with speed, and uses a baseball slide to violently thrust the champ in the stomach, and out of the ring underneath the south ropes! The Iceman’s body hits the outside floor, as Peter London notices AC’s body laying down on the mat. Andy hurriedly moves himself underneath the south ropes as well, exiting the squared circle. The Shogun then bends down to lift up the left leg of his foe. With a solid foot kick to the shin of his opponent, Andrew feels a stinging sensation in his abdomen. Ice brings in his left leg after the shot from Hated, but then recognizes his opponent wincing in pain again, and moving over to the steel steps. Clearwater hates this constant nagging pain in his ribcage, and it shows with every expression he displays on his face. The Overcard of Anarchy leans up against the steel steps, making sure that none of his ribs are broken....*CRACK* Ice fires a running knee straight into the forehead of the challenger!! Hated crashes back onto the ground, as he head begins to swell and flush red fluid out and about! The Dragonslayer, seeing that he has opened his opponent up the hard way, figures that he has to stay on the offensive if he wants to win this contest for his coveted gold belt. The Silver Flame carries his person over towards the laying, and now extremely bloody Clearwater. The venue erupts in cheers for the Grand Champion at his recent accomplishment, and Roselyn Peters turns her face away from the brutality. Ice bends down, and clutches the black hair of AC, to secure him tightly before bringing him up to a somewhat vertical base. The champ then palms the back of Hated’s head with his right hand, and sends the skull of the sooka down onto the west apron. London barks for the two combatants to get their rumps back into the ring, as Clearwater stumbles backwards, finally hitting his back on the steel guardrail. The Dragonslayer then extends his right arm, looking to hit a lariat on AC, but Hated ducks the attempted move, and locks his arms underneath Ice’s chin and left arm to solidify THE SAVAGERRR!!!!

Nihilistic Dragon fastened the folded arm choke out tightly, with all of his power, stretching both his and Ice’s bodies over the steel railing and into the laps of the ringside fans!! The people in front jump up, in order to move themselves out of the way, witnessing the horrible submission move being applied to the champion by the now red, crimson masked faced of the challenger. Many in the place hear the yelling of Hated as he hollers out the word “SCREAM!” over and over. Obviously the choke hold won’t allow the Silver Flame to utter any screams, only grunts and saliva. AC holds onto the submission with power, while Ice scratches at his cynical arms, trying any way at all to pry the lock apart. Peter London yells out to Hated over the west ropes to release the hold right this ver instant, or he will call the contest. Andrew manages to strangle a little longer before finally feeling his adrenaline rush draining from him like the red fauceting from his face. The arms of Clearwater drop away from the head of the Grand Champion, and the Dragonslayer quickly rolls over, onto his stomach, gasping for oxygen. Dueling pro Hated and Ice chants start up, as do the competitors. AC and the Silver Flame simultaneously scrum up, breathing heavily, with pains that will undoubtably keep them up for weeks. Clearwater quickly chops the chest of his opponent, looking to keep the momentum in his favor. The champ then returns Hated’s chop, with a back handed palm of his own! Then another! And another! Andrew leans up against the steel guard rail for a second, but is suddenly struck with a booming lariat by the Dragonslayer, sending him over backwards, and back onto the outside floor! AC crawls over to the west apron creepily, while Ice steps over the railing slowly. As Hated begins to unfold his weary body back into the squared circle underneath the west ropes, Peter London eggs Ice to do the same. The Grand Champion climbs back into the ring after his opponent, and forms his person over towards the left turnbuckle of the north ropes. Clearwater is on his knees, wiping various amounts of blood from his vision, clinging to the south ropes as he does so.

Andrew reaches out and manages to grab the shirt collar of London, who is now unintentionally helping the Cynical Shogun up to his feet. In the turnbuckle, Ice awaits his foe to erect his body, with adrenaline of his own fermenting within his veins. Stains of red become evident on the clothes of the official, as Clearwater gets up to a full stance. Suddenly, AC feels the stunning pain in his side, and he drops down fast *BOOM* Ice accidentally nails the ARCTIC FLASH ON PETER LONDON!!! The signature move intended for the challenger sends the referee down for the count, with absolutely no chance of getting up whatsoever. The Silver Flame grabs at his head, not believing the missed super kick to Hated, watching London convulse out of the ring underneath the south ropes. AC then quickly brings himself up to fire a kick to the spine of the Grand Champion, contorting the sooka’s body back. The Overcard of Anarchy turns his back to his opponent’s, and reaches behind him to secure the head of Ice to bring him down to the canvas with HORRIFIC MADNESSSS!!!! The Dragonslayer’s neck snaps forward like JFK, as he falls to his side near the south ropes. Hated sits on the mat for a few seconds, looking around at the audience, showing off his deathly smirk, and his blood stricken face. AC scurries over to the south ropes, and slides underneath them, placing his feet on the outside floor. The Shogun marches his way over to Roselyn Peters, while the fans in attendance stand to get a better observation of what is happening ringside. The beautiful ring announcer rushes away from the sadistic menace, leaving her post. Clearwater lifts up her chair, folds it back up, and tosses it all the way into the ring. The scoundrel GWA fans praise the challenger for his move to bring about a chair in this championship title bout. Andrew hurries his body back into the ring underneath the south ropes.

Once back into the ring, Hated picks up the steel black chair, and holds it tightly in his possession, allowing his foe to stumble up to his feet first before attempting to use it for his devilish plans. The Silver Flame grabs up onto the south ropes, and unsteadily begins to push his will, forcing his body to make it to a vertical stance. Fans alongside the ring try to warn Ice of his opponent’s coming actions, but to the Dragonslayer, their words sound muffled and distorted. The Iceman then makes one final breather before turning around to face his challenger. *CRACK* The Grand Champion is hit with the running chair shot from Hated right between the eyes!! After being done like Tupac, the champ’s back hits the mat, and a cut begins to from over the bridge of his nose, near his brow. The sea of fans gasp in horror as they see the beloved babyface fall to the canvas. AC then lifts the steel chair over his head like a trophy, as his constituent sho hos applaud in approval while the boos from all of the Ice fans counter attack. Andrew then tosses the chair to his side, down onto the mat, near the west ropes. The Silver Flame lays flat on his back, with his eyes closed, and blood trickling from the cut applied by the chair. The Cynical Shogun then proceeds to bend down to one knee, and begin unlacing the left boot of the Iceman. The fans erupt as the sooka un-threads each string one by one. After getting the boot loose enough, Clearwater twist the leather shoe, and yanks it clean off the left foot of his opponent. Hated throws the attire out of the ring over the south ropes, quickly pulling off the sock soon thereafter. The bare left foot of the champion come into the sight of all, as Nihilistic Dragon fastens his clutches on the leg, in which to drag his enemy out into the middle of the squared circle.

The audience in the venue then see the Hated one reach over to his left, and pick up the black steel chair, that already has a dent in it from the first time it was used. Clearwater then takes the chair firmly into his hands, and brings it down horizontally down onto the ankle of the champion over and over and over and over again!!! The Silver Flame wakes to writhe in ultimate pain, as his left ankle is butchered by the folded steel. Making sure that his opponent can’t get anywhere too quickly, AC snatches the left ankle of Ice, and secures it into the folded chair. The Overcard of Anarchy then leaps up into the air, and lands his knee down onto the back of the steel chair, sandwiching the ankle of the Dragonslayer within!! Ice brings in his leg quickly, and yells out in agony after the stinging of the abuse onto his tarnished ankle. AC feels that hurting pain in his ribs after landing with the knee, so he handles that for a moment. The crowd hollers out to each of the men in the ring, whether it be good or bad. Regardless of the fans reactions, Andrew doesn’t want to waste much more time worrying about his own injury, and shoves the steel chair out of the ring underneath the south ropes. Ice, still grinding his teeth over the pain in his left ankle, is drug up to a stance by his hair. The Grand Champion then surprises all by delivering a lightning fast headbutt to the Shogun, sending the sooka reeling!! The Silver Flame then executes yet another devastating blow with his own head straight onto the blood ridden face of his opponent! Hated stumbles backwards into the right turnbuckle of the north ropes, as Ice follows him with a monster of a forearm smash to the side of his cynical face. Like a man possessed, the Dragonslayer begins a combination of headbutts and forearms!! Headbutt...forearm...headbutt...forearm...headbutt...forearm..HEADBUTT FOREARM HEADBUTT FOREARM!!!! The crowd goes insane for the sheer will and tenacity of Ice!! The Silver Flame halts his tremendous combo for a second to slosh away the blood of both he and Hated from his eyes, but it turns into a big mistake as AC quickly switches himself behind the champion, locking his arms around his icy torso, and lifting back to plant him with a giant desperation german suplex!! Ice’s back hits the mat hard, as Clearwater suddenly creeps with slight speed over to the bare left foot of his foe. Andrew then wraps his palms onto the shin and ankle of Ice, and tries to bring his body up to a stance. The challenger for the Grand Championship belt then quickly traps the bare ankle of the Iceman, and then quickly constricts the left leg, dropping down to the canvas for THE ANNNKLLLEELOOOCCCKKK!!!!

Justin Mayfair springs from the black curtain, and rushes down to the ring, while the fans cheer on the applied finisher from the Cynical Shogun. The new ref then slides underneath the north ropes to take on this submission situation. The champ yells echo out through the venue as he pounds down onto the mat with a solid right fist. AC again yells for his opponent to scream, and tap to the intensity. Mayfair asks Ice if he is wanting to give in. The Silver Flame can only shake his head in defiance while he grabs at his hair, and fires exclamation into the air. Nihilistic Dragon become quite impatient, and sadistically sinks his teeth into the ankle bone of Ice!! The champion looks back and screams upon feeling Hated’s fangs enter his flesh! Justin then sees what Andrew is doing, and yells at the sooka to stop with the illegal biting. Clearwater ceases the biting after breaking the skin of his enemy’s bare ankle! Blood begins to trickle out of the foot of the Dragonslayer, as the referee gets back down into the face of the champ to continue the evaluation. Ice still refuses to submit to the Anklelock of Anarchy, and begins to push his upper body up off of the canvas with his arms! Using all of the strength he can, the Silver Flame army crawls towards the east ropes, in hopes of breaking this unmerciful, and now bloody submission. Hated then chomps back down onto the ankle bone of his foe again, grinding his teeth into the flesh!! Ref Justin comes back up, and channels argumentive and exasperated words at AC, telling him to remove his mouth from the ankle of Ice. The Silver Flame’s movement is halted by the pain that he can’t seem to bare much longer. Clearwater complies with Justin’s call, and rips his jaw, now dimly painted with the ankle blood of Ice, away from the bone! The Overcard of Anarchy spits out a red snot to his side, as he begins to wrench even tighter on the ungodly submission hold. The Grand Champion screams with corruption, as he tiredly reaches his left arm to grab onto the bottom east rope. Still a good foot away from the east rope, Ice tries desperately to inch his body closer with slight thrusts, but it is to no avail! The Dragonslayer raises his left hand high into the air, and BRINGS IT DOWN TO TAAAAA-NO!!! Ice slams his left fist into the mat, and then his right!! The Silver Flame pushes up with every ounce of strength he has, and crawls without haste towards the east ropes!! The Grand Champion hooks his left arm on the bottom east rope to break the hold!! Mayfair yells for the Cynical Shogun to release the Anklelock, but the sooka won’t comply! Ice shakes his arm on the rope to remind all that he has the get of jail free card, and that’s when the official begins the disqualification count!! 1....2....3....4....FIV-HATED RELEASES THE SUBMISSION!!! The GWA fans clap and cheer, showing their great respect for the undying heart of the Dragonslayer. Clearwater lays on his back with the ceiling starring right at him, while the champion slumps his body over the bottom rope in relief.

Both men take a breather, Ice to nurse his injured leg and Hated to regain his composure. The crowd at this point has mostly sided with Ice but there are still a few clusters of hardcore Clearwater fans cheering for a title change tonight. Not surprising, it’s Hated who gets to his feet first seeing as his ankle wasn’t almost snapped a few moments ago. Andrew grabs Ice’s leg and pulls him out into the center of the ring only for Ice to roll him up in a quick SMALL PACKAGE! The surprise pin gets a serious pop from the crowd as Mayfair hits the mat to make the count. “1…2...HATED KICKS UP!” Clearwater is push him self out of the pin in time to save him self from losing the match. Both men get to their feet at about the same time, but Ice’s ankle buckles on him and falls back to one knee again giving Clearwater the chance to drive his boot right into the fact of Ice knocking him back to the mat and killing any momentum he had just built. Hated once again takes a second before going back on the attack, this time to wipe the blood from his eyes. Both men are bleeding an awful lot at this point and trails of blood cover the mat. Hated grits his teeth and out of frustration kicks Ice hard in the ribs to vent a bit of anger. “STAY DOWN ICE!” He yells at the Dragonslayer before lifting Ice to his feet and setting Ice up for the BIG OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-NOOOOOOOO!!!!! Ice manages to get out of Hated’s grip and again roll him up into a more powerful KAMI NO YADORU SMALL PACKAGE!!!!! “1….2…..THR-HATED KICKS OUT!!!!” The second surprise pin nearly does the trick, but Clearwater is once again able to foil Ice’s attempt to end the match quickly. Once again both men get to their feet pretty quickly and once again Ice’s ankle gives out on him allowing Hated to again deliver a big kick to Ice’s face-ICE DODGES IT! At the last second the Dragonslayer rolls to his left and springs up and uses his right foot to hit a one footed springboard off of the second rope and landing the GUARDIAN BLADE TO THE SIDE OF HATED’S HEAD!

Both men hit the mat hard and the crowd rises to their feet for the amazing feat of acrobatics by Ice. Ice however is on the mat in pain holding his left ankle for it was his left foot that made contact with the mat first after striking Clearwater. The Dragonslayer finally makes his way to the ropes which he uses to get to his feet, being very careful with his left foot. The pain can be read on his face very clearly even through the crimson blood that has stained his naturally white hair. The Dragonslayer finally bites the bullet and limps over to where Hated is laying hoping to keep the Cynical Shogun off balance. He slowly pulls Clearwater to his feet but is actually at a loss when it comes to what he should do. Pretty much any move in his arsenal is just going to put him in more pain as well. Ice waits a little to long to decide what to do and Hated seems to come back to life on his feet slaughtering Ice with a huge LARAITOOOOOOOOO-ICE DUCKS IT!!!! Hated quickly turns around on the spot only to fall victim to a one legged CRYSTAL SMASH!!!! Ice somehow manages to hit the Exploder using only one leg showing just how powerful the legs of the GWA Grand Champion really are. Ice gets to his feet and this time seems to have a plan as instead of going for the obvious cover, he very carefully whips Hated into the corner where he grabs on to the ropes in order to help him start a BARRAGE OF KICKS on the Nihilistic Dragon. The ropes allow him to not put as much weight on his left leg as he executes the kicks to hated chest and ribs while the crowd counts along. “Ten, Eleven, Twelve…” The crowd chants along as Hated sinks lower and lower in the corner until Ice is attacking his head. After about the 20th kick, Ice lets go of the ropes and puts all of his weight into one final kick that lands with a powerful CRACK to the side of Hated’s head. Hated’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he slumps over maybe knocked out. At the same time Ice collapses to the mat having put all of his weight on his left foot for the last kick.

Ice crawls away from the corner to give Mayfair room to check on Hated who hasn’t moved since the final kick made contact. Mayfair grabs Hated’s arm and lifts it up once only for it to drop back down. He signals the one count and the crowd comes alive, some cheering for Ice who looks poised to win the match here despite the fact that he can barely stand, and others trying to edge on Hated who looks like he could have been seriously hurt from the last kick. Mayfair grabs Clearwater’s arm once again and once again it falls back to his side giving him the chance to signal the two count. Mayfair grabs Hated’s arm one more time and one more time it falls to his si-NOOOOOOOO. Clearwater somehow manages to come to his sense at the last second and keeps his arm up shooting it out to reach up and grabs the ropes to help him get to his feet. Majority of the crowd cheers for this, not wanting to see this match end just yet. At this point Ice has pushed him self to his feet as well and is a little bit in shock. He hadn’t expected Hated to recover from his last attack but the drive of the Nihilistic Dragon has kept him going. The two men have a small stare off before Clearwater suddenly explodes from the corner at Ice. Ice catches him with a few quick jabs to the face to hold him off but Hated completely shrugs them off and kicks Ice’s left leg out from under him. Ice hits the mat hard and rolls over holding his leg giving Hated the perfect opportunity to bend down and to once again lock Ice in the ANKLE LOCK!!!!!!! “Tap out you SON OF A BICTH!” Hated cries out as he twists Ice’s ankle into a sickening angle. Ice cries out in pain knowing that he’s dead center in the ring. Ice pushes past the pain and turns over onto his back where he then uses his right leg to kick the Cynical Shogun off of his foot. Ice then rolls backwards and somehow manages to get to his feet again only for Hated to rush at him, push him back with his arm, and then twists him backwards landing a move that no one thought they would ever see again in the GWA. A swinging downward spiral better known as Rick ‘Rocker’ Shaddock’s very own SADISTICATION!!!!!!!!

The finisher of none other then Ice’s mentor and Hated’s arch rival plants Ice’s face into the mat hard and the crowd at this point has no idea what to think. A few “ROCKER! ROCKER!” chants start up as Hated slowly gets his arm over the fallen GWA Grand Champion. “1….2….2.9…..ICE KICKS UP!!!!” The crowd explodes after Ice manages to get his shoulder up at the very last possible second. Hated sits up off of Ice and screams out in frustration after realizing that if he had taken the time to hook the leg of Ice, the Dragonslayer wouldn’t have kicked out in time. He pounds his fists into the mat hard and gets to his feet, lifting Ice with him. At this point it looks as if Ice is out on his feet and that the kick up was pure instinct. Clearwater is more then fine with this as he drags Ice over to the nearest turnbuckle and sits him on top of the third rope. Hated follows him up and puts him in a front face lock looking for the final move to put this match away. He stands Ice up on the very top of the third rope and stands up with him lifting him up for the SKY HIGH SUPERPLEX-ICE FLOATS OVER! Ice is somehow able to shift his weight when Hated lifts him up and is able to float over his back and land on his feet on the floor below before Clearwater can really get the move off. Unfortunately, Ice does land pretty hard on his injured leg and stumbles forward making it all the way to the other side of the ring where he grabs on to the top rope for support. Andrew hops off of the turnbuckle and refuses to let his momentum get away from him. He rushes at the Dragonslayer looking for a big lariat to send the Champ over the tope rope but he’s caught by a surprise ARTIC FLASH! Ice uses the ropes to soften the pressure being put on his leg when he normally hits the Superkick. This takes a bit of the power out of it, but it’s well more then enough to cause Hated to stagger just long enough for Ice to quickly set him up in a standing head scissors. Ice then pushes off with his right foot on the bottom rope in order to hit the DIVINE RAPTURE!!!!!!!!!!! The crowd’s cheers become defining as Ice covers the challenger and Mayfair hits the mat. 1…2….THREE

DING DING DING!

“Your winner and STILL THE GWA GRAND CHAMPION, the Dragonslayer, ICE!!!”

::Roselyn makes her announcement and again the crowd goes in a torrent of cheers for the Dragonslayer. Both men lay on the mat for what seems like an eternity as separate chants start up for each man. The crowd defiantly feels like they got their money worth out of this one. Finally both men slowly push to their feet, the GWA Grand Champion, and the man who almost took the gold from him. After the madness of the championship match, Referee Justin Mayfair attains the gold belt, and brings it into the squared circle. The Cynical Shogun quickly snatches it away from the official before he has the opportunity to hand it to it’s rightful owner. Andrew Clearwater stands with it in his palms, watching his reflection as it’s hit with pit pats of his blood still running from his drenched face. The Silver Flame, limping on one long, meets his most recent opponent in the center of the ring. Hated looks up, and begins to speak to the Dragonslayer without a microphone, feeling that what has to be said doesn’t need to be fabricated with a boom::

“I lied to you, y’know....I wanted...to take this belt...from you all along....I never wanted to take it from Steve....it’s you that I wanted to face for this....But now....all I want is a rematch....somewhere down the line....but you....you bring something to this belt that Steve...nor Roy...ever could....you give this right here....honor....and now...now I can say that you have earned it......”

::the Overcard of Anarchy hands the belt over to the Grand Champion, and the Iceman takes it in his hands with blood smeared all over it. Then, Clearwater extends his palm out to his ‘A’ teammate. With the crowd loving every minute of this uncharacteristic sportsmanship displayed by Hated right now, Ice can’t help but bring out his hand to commence the shake. AC then drops down to the canvas, and rolls out of the ring underneath the west rope, beginning his casual walk up the isle, and eventually into the blackness. Meanwhile, Ice makes his way up a turnbuckle and lifts the GWA Grand Championship high into the air in one defiant symbol that everyone in the arena seems to pick up on. This is our company, and (GWA) We’re Taking It Back ::