The Golden Gauntlet Card
March 2nd 2008
Debutant Challenge
Bill Calvey
vs.
Jeff Young
vs.
Luther Bryson
vs.
Johnny Generic
Referee: Oscar Hernandez
Inter-Gender Match
Tony Chisel
vs.
Anna
Referee: Jeremey Stone
Revenge Match
Sebastian Craig
vs.
Kill Crazy
Referee: Tim Barnes
Falls Count Anywhere
Duros
vs.
Chris West
Referee: James Clifton
G-2 Openweight Championship
Logan Gable (Champion)
vs.
Nick Maggio (Challenger)
Referee: Terry French
-MAIN EVENT-
G-2 Wrestling Championship
The Golden Gauntlet
Featuring:
Logan Gable
Nick Maggio
Ken Fuqua
Eddie T
Inmate
Matt Denton
Jan Borikov
Anna
Duros
Chris West
The opening shot of this online broadcast shows
the Galveston Armory with a sign that reads “G-2 Wrestling Presents:
The Golden Gauntlet – SOLD OUT”, we slowly fade into the arena where
“Twilight Zone” by John Cale is playing throughout the arena.
Hanging with dictators in the south of France
Checking shipments to le Monde Arabe
Obsession with detail precision with terms
Remember you're speaking from the Twilight Zone
We see shots of Nick Maggio doing some training…
Your reputation precedes you now you're getting bored
No longer into the story of the antique road
Ken Fuqua and Logan Gable standing in the ring together…
The milk of human kindness has curdled in your cup
You see me staring at it and tell me to shut up
Chaucer was to Canterbury what you were to the zone
Instead of trying to solve it you left it alone
A hangout you could call home
We see clips of the Mini-Gauntlet, and Eddie T celebrating his win upon his wrestling return…
Now you're out things aren't going to be the same
Now you're out of the Twilight Zone
We see Kill Crazy attacking Sebastian Craig, and then Craig’s return during the Mini-Gauntlet…
You're feeling unreliable you don't like the same things
Manifestly different from where you chose to begin
We see Tony Chisel kicking Anna in the gut… Then a clip of Chris West attacking Duros…
The turnaround is brilliant the execution sublime
You found a way to move on leaving nothing behind
Now you're out things aren't going to be the same
Now you're out of the Twilight Zone
We
cut to the announce desk with Tim Owens who has on a suit and tie and
is smiling broadly as he welcomes us to The Golden Gauntlet.
Owens:
Ladies and gentlemen all over the world via the World Wide Web and here
tonight in the Galveston Armory, Home of Wrestling on the Gulf Coast –
I’m Tim Owens and I’d like to welcome you to The Golden Gauntlet! What
an event we have for you tonight with some stellar matches and we’re
going to kick things off with The Debutant Challenge!
"
M.i.A" by Avenged Sevenfold plays on the audio system inside of the
Galveston Armory. The G-2 newcomer Jeff Young walks through the curtain
to a mild pop from the crowd, some recognize him from other promotions
while others don't know who the hell he is. He steps into the ring and
awaits his three other opponents.
Kingston: Ladies and gentlemen the following
contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your G-2 Debutant challenge
match! Introducing first from Little Italy, New York and weighing in at
221 pounds... Jeff Young!
Owens: Jeff Young along with his three other
opponents tonight are all newcomers to G-2. Tonight they look to make
an impact on the promotion, who knows maybe one day one of them will be
G-2 Champion!
"Wasteland" by ten years plays on the audio system as Bill Calvey walks
through the curtain. He receives the same mild pop that Jeff Young
received as he climbs into the ring and stares down Young.
Kingston: And his opponents, first from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 210 pounds... Bill Calvey!
Owens: Bill Calvey another man looking to make
an impact here tonight, lets see if he can come through tonight with a
win! Like I said before you could be looking at a future G-2 World
champion right here ladies and gentlemen.
The lights in the Armoury dims down. "Just Another
Victim" by House of Pain ft. Helmet starts to play to the sound system.
Luther Bryson comes out and looks around the Armoury. He started making
his way down to the ring walking in a menacing fashion. He then stops
several feet away from the ring and looks around again. He then jumps
in the ring apron and enters the ring. In the ring, he does stretching
and bounces to the ropes as he stares down his two opponents in the
ring already.
Kingston: And from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 275 pounds... Luther Bryson!
Owens: He calls himself the "Next Big Thing"
though we have yet to see anything impressive from him in G-2 yet! Lets
see how he does tonight.
No music is playing on the audio system as Johnny
Generic walks through the curtain. The crowd give a mild pop for
Generic as he slides into the ring and awaits for the sounding of the
bell.
Kingston: And finally from the Riverside suburb of Manhattan, New York, weighing in at 225 pounds... Johnny Generic!
Owens: No music as the last man to be added to
this match Johnny Generic comes down to the ring! We are just moments
away from the first match of this jam-packed night of G-2 Wrestling
from the Home of Wrestling on the Gulf Coast!
Four Man Debutant Challenge
Jeff Young vs. Bill Calvey vs Johnny Generic vs. ‘The Next Big Thing’ Luther Bryson
**DING DING DING**
The
bell sounds and all four wrestlers walk to the centre of the ring
staring each other down. Bill Calvey makes the first move and decks
Bryson in the face with a stiff right hand, Generic ties up with Young
as Calvey and Bryson brawl on the other side of the ring. Calvey takes
Bryson down to the mat with a dropkick, Bryson is quick to his feet and
comes charging at Calvey looking for a spear but Calvey simply takes a
step to the side and tosses Bryson over the top rope to the outside.
Calvey then runs to the ropes, bounces off and then springboards over
the ropes hitting Bryson with a corkscrew attack. As the audience all
at the same time shout "Whoa!" and clap their hands.
Owens: WOW! Well now we know one thing about Bill Calvey, he sure is athletic!
Meanwhile
inside of the ring Generic has Young cornered in the turnbuckle and is
delivering hard chops to the chest, after each chop the audience would
cheer and shout "Oh!". After the eighth chop Generic Irish whips Young
to the opposite turnbuckle, Young hits it face first and falls to the
mat.
Owens: My God those were some heavy chops from Johnny Generic, look at Young's chest... it's blood red!
Johnny Generic stalks Jeff Young as he slowly gets back up to his feet,
before Generic can grab him we see Bill Calvey springboard off the
ropes and hit a Hurricanrana on Jeff Young into a pinning position.
1...
2...
Generic breaks the count!
Calvey gets to his feet and brawls with Generic in
the ring. Young gets back to his feet and gets ready to make his move
but Luther Bryson grabs him from outside of the ring and slides him to
the outside, Bryson then delivers a power bomb to Young on the steel
concrete. Bryson slides into the ring and stalks Calvey and Generic,
Calvey whips Generic to the outside and when he turns around he sees
Bryson running at him. Calvey once again moves out of the way and
Bryson crashes into the turnbuckle. Calvey kicks Bryson in the gut and
underhooks his arms and hits him with his signature X-Mark, he covers
him.
1...
2...
3!!!
**DING DING DING**
Kingston: The winner of this match... Bill Calvey!
Calvey celebrates in the ring and the audience clap their hands in repect for the newcomer.
Owens: What an impact made here tonight by Bill
Calvey, we heard all the hype from past federations but tonight he
proved his talents. I do have to give my thumbs up to the technical
wrestler, Johnny Generic for the effort. As for Young and Bryson, it's
going to take a lot more than just showing up for the match to be
successful here in G-2!
You can hear some yelling as the camera fades on.
Voice: Hey, I want you to listen to me..
The
Camera begins to quickly make its way down a hallway and into a locker
room, where you see 'Insane' Chris West standing in front of the
referee James Clifton. Clifton is wearing his ref shirt, and black
pants. He looks up at West. You can see some fear in Clifton's face,
but he's trying his best to hide it. West, is somewhat stressed and mad
Insane: This isn't a Hardcore match, do you get that?
Clifton is holding back his fear and is also confused
Clifton: Falls Count anywhere..
West looks around the room.. He sees a suitcase and tosses it at the wall
Insane: You're not fucking listening to me..
West looks right at Clifton.
Insane: I don't care if that is the gimmick for this match. Just call
it as a normal match, and do not.. DO FUCKING NOT.. call it as a Falls
Anywhere match.. got me??!
Clifton: I got a jo...
West grabs Clifton by the neck and stares him down. Clifton struggles to take a breath of air
Insane: MOTHER FUCKER!
West slams clifton upside one of the lockers and holds him there
Insane: You Better call this match as a normal wrestling match, you got me?? If I bleed, bitch, you bleed..
West
lets that soak in, as Clifton looks down at West in fear. All of a
sudden you see a few road agents enter into the room, and try to get
West to let go of Clifton.
Insane: NORMAL FUCKING MATCH!!!
They are able to get West to let go of Clifton
Insane: YOU BETTER DO WHAT IS FUCKING RIGHT BITCH!!!
The
Road Agents get in between West and Clifton. Clifton takes some deep
breaths as the fear is still showing on his face. West leaves the room
after the Road Agents begin to threaten him with fines and other forms
of punishments. The camera turns to Clifton, as he takes a deep breath.
You keep hearing West yelling in the background. The Camera fades to
black..
Owens: Chris West is trying to get the referee to call it as a normal match!? I thought he was a "Hardcore Legend"?
Owens:
Now folks it is time for the second of our matches tonight, an
Inter-Gender match where the misogynistic Tony Chisel will be taking on
Anna!
‘No Self Control’ by Peter Gabriel hits the P.A System and George Kingston does his duty.
Kingston: On the way to the ring from Galveston, Texas… Weighing in at 220lbs… Tony Chisel!!
Got to get some food
I'm so hungry all the time
I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to stop
Got to get some sleep
I'm so nervous in the night
I don't know how to stop
No, I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to stop
Tony
Chisel makes his way down to the ring to the jeers of the G-2 fans,
smiling broadly in his black and gold ring jacket he climbs into the
ring as the song reaches it’s apt chorus.
There are always hidden silences
Waiting behind the chair
They come out when the coast is clear
They eat anything that moves
I go shaky at the knees
Lights go out, stars come down
Like a swarm of bees
No self-control (x 7)
You know I hate to hurt you
I hate to see your pain
But I don't know how to stop
No, I don't know how to stop
Owens:
Tony Chisel, the son of Jimmy… A man with a real attitude problem and
like his theme music suggests, he just doesn’t know how to stop! The
question is… Can Anna stop him?
Tony
takes off his ring jacket and throws it on the floor as he does some
last second warm ups. “My Leftovers” begins to play to the delight of
the G-2 fans!
Kingston: And his opponent… From San Diego, California…Anna!
Your havin’ a midlife crisis tying to get where I've been
Well if you want 'em that bad Ms.V
You can have 'em
So when you see me comin’
You better back down
Cause I've been waitin to smack you around
Anna makes here way down the aisle as Tony Chisel watches on.
Oh I don't hold my breath
And I don't hold my tounge
And I know that you know that I don't back down
To no one
To no one
Oh you should've stayed home
You should've known better
Yet I melt in your mouth like liquid sugar.
You thought you were gonna throw it back in my face
But tell me how do my leftovers taste
Anna
climbs into the ring where she is inspected for any foreign objects by
referee Jeremy Stone, as is Tony Chisel soon afterwards.
Owens:
Jeremy Stone, a childhood friend of Tony Chisel in charge of the match
tonight… Both of them Galveston born but the people around here aren’t
too keen on the man they know as T. Chiz!
Inter-Gender Match
Tony Chisel vs. Anna
**DING DING DING**
Tony
and Anna lock up in the centre of the ring, Tony manages to reach
around and slap her on the buttocks, Anna stands back looking at the
referee who warns Tony Chisel, but he just shrugs it off. They lock up
again and Anna tries to shoot Tony off but he drags his heel and pulls
her back with a clothesline!
Owens:
Anna is giving off about 100lbs and ten years of experience to Tony
Chisel here to night and in the very early goings I think we’ve seen a
sight of that!
Tony
doesn’t go for a pin, instead he goes over to trash talk with some fans
about how good he is. He walks around the ring waiting for Anna go get
up and she does coming at him with an attempt at a single leg take
down, Tony grabs the top rope and uses it to shrug her off. Tony turns
around and Anna tackles Chisel trying to go for an armbar with her
opponent grounded but Tony rolls out and picks her up shoots her off
and ducking an attempted spin-kick Tony takes her down, spins around
and gets Anna in a headlock, which he modifies around into a rear
chinlock. Anna starts immediately to fight her to fight her way out of
it.
Owens: Tony Chisel has it all his way in the early going, but the crowd are still firmly behind the young girl from Cali!
Anna
manages to get to her feet but the chin-lock is still synched in and
she’s in the dead centre of the ring. Tony has her firmly in his
control as she slowly starts to fade and Jeremy Stone starts asking her
if she wants to quit or not. Anna shakes her head, the crowd begin
calling for Anna more and more as she fades faster and faster.
Owens: Anna needs to find her way out of this rear-chin lock if she is going to get anything here!
As Tony grows more and more confident he adjusts his hold and brings his other arm around to place it around Anna’s waste.
Owens: What is Tony Chisel doing?!
As he does this he starts kissing Anna and stroking her with his free arm!
Owens: OH MY GOD! Tony Chisel is sick!
This
seems to revive Anna who back kicks and low blows Tony, the referee
lets it go but warns her and warns Tony for his actions despite his
pain. Anna starts off loading lefts and rights and Irish whips Tony
across the ring comes back and she manages a Snap Suplex much to the
love of the crowd! Anna then goes for a pin.
1…
2…
Kick out!
Owens: The first nearfall of the match, surprisingly going to Anna!
Tony
Chisel shakes the cobwebs and gets back to his feet, Anna still going
attempts to hook him in for a DDT but Tony reverses it into a bridging
Suplex pin!
1…
2…
KICK OUT!
Owens: Another near fall this time for Tony Chisel, things are picking up!
Tony
takes over again and boots Anna in the gut. Placing her head between
his legs, with a sickly smile as he does so he picks Anna up for
powerbomb but Anna reverses it into a Hurricancrana!
Owens: Huracanrana by Anna! Now is here chance!
Anna
goes onto the top rope looking for the Scene Queen Crowning when
suddenly a young black haired woman comes from the crowd and pushes
Anna off the top rope to the floor!
Owens: Who the hell was that and why is she helping out Tony Chisel!?!
Tony Chisel makes the cover as the woman stands on the watching eagerly.
1…
2…
3!!!
**DING DING DING**
Kingston: Here is your winner... Tony Chisel!
Tony rolls out of the ring straight to the mysterious woman, celebrating his win as the crowd boos.
Owens: Tony Chisel wins with the help of a mysterious interfering woman!
"No Self Control" plays as from the crowd Anna’s friend Brooke comes over the barrier to check on Anna.
Owens: Anna's friend Brooke comes to her aid, she took a pretty hard fall from the top rop!
Jeremey Stone checks on Anna too as Tony Chisel watches from the entryway celebrating!
Owens:
What a night it has been so far, Bill Calvey wins the Debutant
Challenge, Tony Chisel defeating Anna with a little help from a friend
and we’ve still got a lot more to come! Right now it’s time for the
Revenge Match between Kill Crazy and Sebastian Craig. KC is the reason
that Sebastian Craig will not be appearing in The Golden Gauntlet and
of course last week Kill Crazy got the same treatment from a Sebastian
Craig we thought was injured, but it appears that he was not as badly
hurt as we first feared and so he’s able to compete tonight!
“One Step Beyond” by Madness hits and the crowd burst into a chorus of boos. Crazy
steps out from behind the curtain and the crowd are none too happy to see him as
he makes his way down the ramp. He's generally very mocking of the fans as he
imitates some of Craig's fan girl's.
Kingston: The following contest is set for one
fall… Introducing first, from London, England, weighing in at 236 pounds...
Kill Crazy!
He continues his walk toward the ring and rolls under the
bottom rope. He then heads over to the far corner as he pulls his knee-pads up
and begins to stretch using the ropes, as he waits for Sebastian.
Owens: Kill Crazy appears very confident tonight… Though I happen to know he can be very unpredictable!
“Sexyback” starts up and the fans give a mildly good reaction for
Sebastian Craig, who wanders out from behind the curtain, wearing his
typical leather pants. He slaps the hands of the fans as he makes his
way down the ramp before finally reaching the ring and taking a long
look up at Kill Crazy, who has a hideous smile on his face.
Kingston: And his opponent, from Manhattan, New York... weighing in at 225 pounds... Sebastian Craig!
Revenge Match
Kill Crazy vs. Sebastian Craig
**DING DING DING**
Owens: This one is underway!
He
quickly rolls under the bottom rope and the fight begins immediately
with a quick succession of fists thrown from both parties. Neither man
flinches or backs down at all as the fists are thrown from Crazy to
Craig. Craig's quickness gradually gets the advantage as he backs Crazy
into the ropes. He quickly whips him and as Crazy is running back, he
goes for a Japanese Arm Drag, but Crazy hooks the arm and hooks the
other, going for a sliding pin.
1...
Sebastian Craig manages to kick out.
Owens: The action is quick to begin as Crazy uses a great reversal there!
Craig
is quick to get up to his feet, but as he charges at Crazy, Crazy
manages to take him down with an exploding clothesline which comes
seemingly out of nowhere. He stands above Craig’s limp body a few
seconds before pulling Craig to his feet. He cockily watches as Craig
falls to the mat.
Owens: Okay Crazy, you knocked him loopy. Can you just continue with the match!?
He
lifts Craig up onto his shoulder and carries him over to the
turnbuckles where he launches Craig into the top one. Craig falls back
against the turnbuckles and is soon flattened as Crazy takes a run and
hits a Shoulder Ram. He takes another run and goes for another but
Craig slips out of the way at the last second, leaving Crazy to go
shoulder first into the turnbuckle.
Owens: Sebastian needs to take advantage of the opportunity.
Craig
gets out of the ring to stand on the apron. He takes a run towards
where Crazy’s head is at and launches his boot into the side of Crazy’s
temple. Crazy staggers back into the ring and is soon met with a
Springboard Dropkick from Sebastian Craig. Craig quickly takes the
advantage by running against the ropes and then hitting a Legdrop to
the back of Crazy’s neck. He takes another run up and then drops a knee
to the back of KC’s head. He takes a third and final run as he hits the
ropes and then hits a sliding dropkick to the head of Kill Crazy, who
rolls to the other side of the ring as Craig taunts slightly to the
cheering fans.
Owens: Craig capitalizing on a perfect opportunity to put Crazy away. He’s targeting the head methodically!
He
walks over to Crazy and slowly lifts him to his feet. He then puts
Crazy in a front facelock and with a kick of his boot, he drives
Crazy’s head into the canvas with a DDT. He quickly rolls KC over and
hooks the leg, going for a pin attempt.
1…
2…
KICK OUT!
Crazy
kicks out but Craig wastes no time in picking Crazy up and taking him
towards the corner. Keeping a hold of his arm, he whips Crazy into the
corner and attempts to follow up with a clothesline, however, Crazy
dodges out of the way and quickly replies to the stunned Craig’s
attempt with a powerful superkick to the side of the head. Craig drops
like a sack of potatoes and goes for the cover.
1…
2…
KICK OUT!
Owens: No! Craig manages to kick out, only just though. That Superkick looked more like instinct than anything from Crazy.
Crazy
takes a few seconds to clear his head before pulling Craig to the
center of the ring. He hooks the legs of Craig around as though he’s
going for the Deathlock, but instead of locking it, he kneels down and
pokes Craig in the eye. He lets go of the legs and then dances around
the ring, as though he’s the king of the world. Craig is up on his feet
as Crazy is doing this and goes for a Clothesline, but Crazy ducks and
simply throws Craig over the top of his head in a Release German
Suplex. He stands and taps the side of his head.
Owens: Kill Crazy indicating to the crowd that he’s got the mental edge in this one!
He takes the legs of Craig once again and locks
them in for a Deathlock. This time he hooks the legs around and falls
to the mat, locking the hold in. Only several short moments pass before
Craig has to tap out to the submission!
**DING DING DING**
This is greeted by the fans with resounding boos as Crazy releases the hold and takes to the turnbuckle.
Owens: Kill Crazy wins the match by making Sebastian Craig tap out here tonight at the Galveston Armory!
Kingston: Here is your winner… Kill Crazy!
We see Kill Crazy is posing on the top turnbuckle to the booing fans.
Owens: Kill Crazy gets his first win in G-2
here at the Golden Gauntlet, and folks George Kingston has hurried from
the ring to backstage to conduct an interview, lets get a look at it!
We backstage where George Kingston is waiting to catch an interview with someone.
Kingston: We are backstage right now and let me
tell that tensions are high tonight. This is the biggest night we have
had in G-2 so far and it shows. The fans are…
Kingston stops talking as his head quickly turns
to the right. He shows a hopeful smile and sticks his hand out about to
shout to someone, but there is no need. The fans are ecstatic when
slowly, with the mysterious presence he is known for, Duros strolls a
few steps into focus and is standing next to Owens. He is fully kitted
out for his first match tonight against Chris West and his face shows
no expressions bar focus and concentration.
Kingston: Joining us now if one of the men who
shall compete twice tonight. The first time in a Falls Counts Anywhere
match with Chris West. The second time in the eagerly anticipated
Golden Gauntlet match…. Your thoughts, Duros?
Duros takes a breathe and looks at Kingston.
Though Kingston at first steps slightly back and is visibly worried he
may have touched a nerve, Duros releases a one sided grin and looks
into the camera.
Duros: Do you think two matches in one night will phase me?
Kingston: I was not implying that, I was just….
Duros holds his hands up to stop him talking.
Duros: I was not having a go at you, George, I
was just making sure everyone out there who does not already know me
figure out I am not the type of man who gets easily phased. I know
Chris West has been moaning up and down Galveston, Texas…
Duros stops as the fans give off a loud cheer for
the mention of their hometown. Duros, new to having chants aimed for
him and not at him, stops and raises his eyebrows in pleasant surprise.
Duros: As I was saying, I know that Chris West as
been moaning about it ever since the match was booked. The supposed
“Hardcore Legend” tonight refuses to fight hardcore and is scared of
fighting twice? Then I know there are men like Ken Fuqua who, knowing
his work ethic, will be annoyed at even having to fight one match
tonight. He likes to live off past achievements instead of creating new
ones. The point I am getting at is, though many see it is an arduous
task, for me it is just another night and a chance to kill two birds
with one stone. I can personally deliver West’s bad karma to himself in
my own way and then, later on, overcome nine other challenges
and raise that title high. Two matches will be a test of character and
for me, which is beneficial. Adversity is like wind that strips that
tears you away from everything but the things from which you cannot be
torn. Adversity is where we see ourselves for who we really
are. I am confident in myself and luckily, I feel there are a few more
West’s and Fuqua’s out there who may not feel confident about the
situation.
Kingston: An impressive attitude going into
this. But, talking of Chris West, any message for him tonight before
your match? This will be the last chance and it is certain he is
watching.
Duros: He knows how I feel about him already.
Kingston: Yes that was clear when we saw you in
the hospital. Though that cut on your head has healed it is slightly
visible. Any worries?
Duros: Worried? Worried about what? Worried about blood?
The crowd get excited as, when Duros puts his
thumb and index finger on his throat and Kingston steps off, they think
they may see someone get the Blood Mist. But it does not happen. Duros
laughs to himself and releases his throat as Kingston, looking
embarrassed, walks back on screen.
Kingston: Very clever, but really?
Duros: This cut shall bring me blood and pain, if
anything. You know I am not a man who runs from the sight off blood, I
infact would be more inclined to run towards it. Blood fascinates me.
And just as the body cannot exist with blood, so our souls need the
matchless and pure strength of faith. I am not worried about this cut,
pain, blood, Chris West, or anything tonight due to the fact I have
faith in myself. I am an opportunist. I am premeditated when I step in
the ring and I am a damn good technical wrestler who fights in whenever
he is challenged. These will help me tonight. The only person who
should worry tonight is whoever has to find where Chris West’s career
has gone to bury it after.
George Kingston’s eyes widen and the crowd go crazy at such a comment.
Kingston: Ok, ok, enough about Chris West.
Tonight you and nine other men shall fight to one title. The odds are
against you heavily….
Duros interrupts…
Duros: The odds are the same for everyone so how
are they against me? If you ever start to say in your own mind to say
you are not the one, the very best, then you will be a loser in the
ring. Half of the people I shall know from the past and the other half
will be my first impression. Let’s just say, those who know me can
expect the same and I always make an impact on my first impression.
Duros is about to walk off, he has a busy night, but is stopped by one final question.
Kingston: What about the Vulgar Display of Power, Logan Gable and Ken Fuqua?
Duros: I have a lot of history with both those
men. Everyone is saying Ken Fuqua led Logan Gable astray? That is just
wishful thinking. It is a man’s own mind, not his foes or friends, that
lures him to evil ways. Logan Gable is not everyone’s best
friend. He is out for himself just like everyone in this business. I
have taken a World title from Ken Fuqua and have beaten Logan Gable
numerous times before. So that, with the fact that they are not the
only people smart another to make a friend before tonight, poses me
with absolutely worries.
Duros walks off camera and this time stays off it
as Kingston turns to the screen, with a happy smile on his face, and
nods as the camera cuts from backstage.
Kingston: Back to you Tim!
Owens: Welcome back to ringside ladies and
gentlemen ad now as we’re coming to you live from the Galveston Armory
we’re going to have to wait a few moments for George Kingston to come
back to his position but I am told that…. We… We have an unscheduled
match tonight! It was sent in by a Mr. Jason Crawford, taped sometime
this week and Crawford has announced that Matt Denton cannot make it
tonight and that this match is the reason why!
The match is
set, a ring hired by Matt Denton is erected outside, enclosed in a
specially constructed steel cell, which itself is enclosed in a glass
enclosure.The outside of the ring is unprotected, so all gravel and
asphalt is in play. On the outside of each turnbuckle post is a trash
can filled with various weapons, and underneath the ring is a rig of 10
C4 explosives that are set to detonate after withstanding a hellacious
drop. Also a sound system hired by Matt Denton is ready to rock out
with the sounds of each wrestler's entrance theme.
Owens:
Folks, this is an unsanctioned match between Matt Denton and Jason
Crawford, it’s got something to do with organised crime and murders, I
don’t really understand it...
"I Am
Hollywood" by He Is Legend blasts through the speaker system, as Matt
strides out through the designated entranceway, strangely smiling
widely. He stares at the massive structure, build using his own money.
He walks towards the construction confidently, walking in through both
cells without any fear.
Owens: That is Matt Denton, as you know who will be in the Golden Gauntlet match! If he survives this one!
Matt
climbs into the ring, testing the ropes and gazing at the enclosures
that will house the war that will be waged. Rather than waiting for his
entrance, Jason bursts out from his entrance and rushes into the
construct. The steel cell is locked up first, then the glass enclosure.
The staff evacuate the immediate area as the match begins.
Owens:
This match is not G-2 sanctioned folks, anything could happen… It is
apparently the reason that Jason Crawford will take Matt Denton’s place
in the Golden Gauntlet but I do not know why!
The
two enemies jaw jack before reaching for the trash can closest to each
of them. Jason rummages through looking for his trademark singapore
cane, but Matt is too smart rushing at him, delivering a stiff lariat,
bouncing him chest first into the turnbuckle. Jason falls back shocked,
as Matt easily rips off each turnbuckle pad from that one post. Jason
gets back up and throws a punch, which Matt dodges with relative ease.
Matt returns with a brutal hook right to the side of the head, knocking
Jason for a loop.
Owens: I think this
one is underway, we've got no ring announcer, no referee, I don't
really know much about it... But I just know they're going to fight
until one man can't get back up!
First Ever Highway To Hell Deathmatch
Matt Denton vs. Jason Crawford
Matt quickly reaches into the trash can and
grabs the first thing he feels, which is a bottle of tequila. He looks
at it, and then Jason. He shrugs his shoulders, unscrews the cap and
pours a little tequila into the cap. He waits impatiently for Jason to
get up and kicks him in the gut. Matt puts the cap over the eye of
Crawford, and yanks his head back, Jason yells out the words 'Son of a
bitch!' as the liqour burns his eyeball.
Owens: Unusual offence using the tequila by Matt! That must sting!
Matt
grabs the bottle again and replaces the cap. He slides it away for
later use and goes back towards the trash can. Jason stumbles around,
temporarily blind in one eye looking for the blurred shape of Matt
Denton. Matt yanks the trash can free and drops it inside the ring.
Matt walks back to Crawford and pokes him in the other eye for a laugh.
Jason swings wildly, hoping to strike Matt with the blows, but Matt is
too busy rummaging through the can again.
Owens: Jason Crawford just swiping madly there!
Matt retrieves a black cloth bag, presumably filled with loads of one thing.
Owens: Thumbtacks?!
Matt
smiles and gently puts the bag by the bottom turnbuckle. He turns
around and is blasted with a stiff shot by a recovered Jason Crawford,
who rains down punishing blows to the cranium, with his fists crucially
covered by brass knuckles. Matt crumples down from the devastating
shots from Jason, who wipes his eyes to remove any traces of tequila
left around them. Matt shakes away the cobwebs and pushes himself up
only to be flattened with two fists to both cheeks.
Owens: Oh my god!
Jason
throws down both pairs of knuckles and searches the trash can for his
favourite weapon. He finds it and draws it out, the singapore cane. He
stares at it for a moment, to get reacquainted with it. Matt groggily
pushes himself up again, asw Jason swings hard with the Cane. Matt
ducks just in time and elbows Jason in the gut. Matt scoops up a pair
of brass knuckles and conceals them in his palm. Matt throws a few more
elbows, staggering Jason. Matt slips the knuckles on and throws a
devastating straight dropping Crawford like a ton of bricks.
Owens: Impressive show of composure by Denton, who takes down Crawford with a loaded fist!
Matt
collects the cane and throws it out of the ring, taking away Jason's
equalizer. Matt picks Crawford up, kneels and throws his fist right up
into the crotch of Crawford, again dropping him.
Owens: That is pretty much how these matches go folks, everything goes!
Somewhere
in the distance, we hear a faint yell of 'TANG WANG!'. Matt drops the
knuckles and delves into the trashcan, pulling out a pair of heavy
gloves and a reel of barbed wire. He slips the gloves on and begins to
wrap the barbed wire across the top rope.
Owens: Matt Denton is wrapping barbed wire across the rope, he must have something dangerous in mind!
Matt
picks up Jason again and rests him on the ropes across the ring from
where the barb wire in wrapped. Matt smacks Jason with a harsh knife
edged chop, and a few more besides. Then satisfied he has Jason where
he wants him, he whips Jason across the ring, but Jason puts the halt
on that and tries to reverse, but Matt puts the stop on that and
reverses again sending Jason back first into the barbed wire!
Owens: Oh good grief! Jason Crawford into the barbed wire!
Jason's
back arches as he collapses face first onto the canvas. Matt exits the
ring, and pulls Jason out after him. Matt places his foot on the back
of Jason's head and starts applying pressure.
Owens:
Matt Denton is grinding Jason's face into asphalt! The outside of this
ring is not covered with anything, so it is just asphalt! This match is
disgusting!
Matt releases the pressure
and walks over to the cell door, which is padlocked shut. Matt reaches
into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a pair of wire cutters. He
proceeds to cut a gaping hole into the steel mesh.
Owens: Matt came prepared to practically kill Jason here tonight!
Matt
climbs through and begins to climb the cell. Jason crawls over to the
door and uses it to help himself up. He keeps ahold of the cell for
balance and slowly begins to climb himself. Before reaching the top,
Matt decides that he doesn't want to finish the match quite so soon and
drops down.
Owens: Matt's not done! Somebody will have to stop this massacre!
Matt
grabs Jason and throws him back into the cell, following him and then
tossing him inside the ring. Matt looks under the ring for a weapon.
Yes, even rings outside the building conceal weapons under them. Matt
pulls out a table and a second black cloth bag.
Owens: Is Matt holding even more thumbtacks?
Matt
slides the table in and climbs under the ropes. He places the bag down
and focuses on setting up the table. Seconds later the table is ready.
He picks up the cloth bag and delves into it, he pulls out a bottle of
lighter fluid. As Jason pushes himself up slowly, Matt begins to
saturate the table in liquid. Suddenly Matt drops the bottle and turns
around. Jason is back to a vertical base and is staring him down.
Owens: Jason is standing! After all the punishment he's taken so far, it's incredible!
Matt
and Jason start trading punches, Each one with more force than the
last, eventually Jason starts getting the advantage, but Matt quickly
cuts him off with a knee to the gut. Matt follows up with a fist neatly
planted into the wound where the barbed wire pierced him. With Jason
down and out again, Matt reaches into the bag again and pulls out a
Zippo lighter. He flips it open and places it dead center on the table,
engulfing it in flames.
Owens: Flaming tables! My God!
Matt
lifts Crawford up and puts him in the corner. Matt hoists him up to the
top rope and delivers a couple of punches to subdue any attempted
comebacks. Matt climbs up onto the second rope and puts Jason in a
firemans carry. Matt dives off, throwing Jason overhead, with a
modified Gourdbuster, through the flaming table!
Owens: OH MY GOD!
Jason
rolls around in pain from the flames, whilst Matt turns onto his back,
thankful that he barely missed going through the table too. Matt sits
up, stands up and laughs evilly. Matt drags jason back up, and picks
him up over his shoulder. Matt walks over to the ropes and throws him
uncerimoniously over the ropes. Matt climbs out of the ring, grabs
Jason by the arm and drags him back though the hole to inbetween the
steel cell and the glass enclosure.
Owens: How is Denton going to get Jason up there? If he can't get Jason up there, then he can't win the match!
Matt
thinks for a moment and then re-enters the steel cell and rummages
under the ring. He pulls out a long length of rope, returns to Jason
and wraps it around his legs. Matt takes the free end and starts
climbing again, quickly making it to the peak. He then begins to pull
Jason up to the top of the cell.
Owens: Nice thinking there by Matt, not that I am condoning this sort of thing!
With
Jason now at the top, Matt stomps a hole through the top of the cell,
but to no avail. So Matt opens up the hatch in the glass enclosure and
climbs out. Matt again heaves on the rope and pulls Jason on to the
very top of the glass enclosure.
Owens: No way! They have to be some 40 feet off the ground now! This is going to be ugly!
Matt pulls Jason up yet again, wraps his hand around Jason's neck and lifts him up!
Owens: What strength! Matt has Jason up for a choke--
Jason
somehow regains his senses, counters the chokeslam into an arm drag,
sending Matt through the hatch, through the steel cell's roof and down
to the canvas, setting off the C4 explosives!
Owens: OH MY GOD! I… I think… I think Matt Denton is dead!
The EMTs rush into the cells, to attend to Matt Denton who hasn't moved since taking the drop.
Owens:
My God! I don't believe it! Now I can see why Matt Denton can’t make it
tonight! Jason Crawford has won this brutal massacre! Matt Denton had
the advantage through out this war, but Jason got the duke! Folks Jason
Crawford has won this…. Brutal, disgusting match from an undisclosed
location! Jason Crawford wins! I… I don’t know what condition Denton is
in!
We cut backstage to where Irving Goldberg is
walking happily along until he is stopped by G-2 President Jimmy
Chisel, between them is the men’s room door.
Chisel: Goldy!
Irving stops, smiles and looks at his employer.
Irving: What is it Chiz?
Chisel: Y’know I’m announcing the main event tonight with Owens right?
Irving: Yes… Why?
Chisel: Well I just realised I’m going to need
someone to keep things going backstage when I’m at the booth… And I
think I’ve got the right man!
Irving’s smile grows even wider thinking he’s on the same line as Chiz.
Chisel: Someone the roster loves, and respects…
Irving beams.
Chisel: Someone who they’ll listen to… I think you know who I’m talking about!
Irving: I think I do Chiz… And let me say it would be an….
Chisel: Here he is… The man we all know and love… AIEE!
A toilet flushes from the mens room and Aiee walks out cocks his head up at Irving and waves merrily. Irving’s face shrinks.
Irving: Aiee!? Oh… Yes… Aiee exactly what I had in mind.
Chisel: You didn’t think I meant you did you?
Irving: Oh, no… No not at all Chiz!
Chiz laughs, Irving forces a smile.
Chisel: I have an even better job for you!
Irving perks up.
Irving: What?
Chisel: Could you just make sure Aiee didn’t clog the toilet again? For a little guy he sure produces a lot of… Y’know…
Chiz hands Irivng a bucket and a pair of rubber gloves.
Chisel: Thanks.
Irving’s head drops looking at the proud little midget as Chiz walks off.
Irving: I’m a trained legal professional y’know.
AIEEEEE!
Irivng: I thought you’d say that…
Owens: Ladies and gentlemen the Golden Gauntlet
continues as it is now time for Chris West vs. Duros, George Kingston
has taken center ring to announce the participants!
As the announcer takes the stage, the fans
anxiously await the following match. Raising the microphone, he
announces the stipulations.
Kingston: Ladies and gentleman, the following
contest is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under Falls
Count Anywhere rules!
Almost immediately following, “You Wouldn’t Know”
by Hell Yeah begins to play throughout the Armory. Instant boo’s nearly
drown out the music as Kingston continues.
Kingston: Introducing first, from Vancouver, British Canada… ‘The Insane One’ Chris West!
You couldn’t be, you couldn’t be me even if you wanted to
Everything I’ve been through
Live your life, soaking up all my sunshine
And smile your whole life
I wouldn’t know
Following those words, West emerges from the back,
brushing past the curtain. The music is flowing and the fans are laying
it on thick.
Owens: West looks ready for a fight tonight! And these fans are letting West know what they think of him… Which isn’t much.
The fans are booing as West is stopped at the top
of the ramp. He pounds his taped fist into his other hand before
showing them his t-shirt which reads “Don’t Mess With Texas”. But
before they can full acknowledge it, he turns around so they can read
the back which reads “Because It’s Not Nice To Pick On The
Handicapped”. Dodging beverages and miscellaneous trash, West heads
toward the ring.
Owens: West needs to focus on Duros and not worry about these fans as much.
The music continues as West stops just shy of the
ring to glare at the fans around him. Some take near miss swings at him
and others just try to nail him with their beers. West soaks up the
attention and a smile grows across his face as he slides under the
ropes into the ring. He immediately spots the Hardcore Granny and her
grandson, shooting them both the middle finger. The music begins to
fade as he heads to his corner to await Duros.
Owens: Like him or not, Chris West has the
ability to get these people moving. And just like West, his opponent
can also get the crowd moving.
The shot jumps from Tim Owens at the announce
table to the ring, where Kingston stands. Seconds later, the eerie
sounds kick Dragula off as the lights dim down. As the drums make their
way in so does the smoke in front of the curtain. The fans are getting
excited at the prospect of seeing Duros. They are cheering now but are
gearing themselves to go higher as soon as they see the face paint make
its way on stage. As the verse begins with:
Dead I am the one, exterminating son, slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Duros casually walks through the curtain and onto the stage. As he
stands amongst the black, red and white mist with only his head visible
the fans tear the roof off the Galveston Armory. He finally steps
forward and slowly, suspiciously walks down the aisle as the hands of
fans pat him all the way down.
Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Kingston: And his opponent, from Santa Barbara California, he is The Mystic… Duros!
As he gets to the ring he slides in and makes his
way over to the turnbuckle. He stands up and just stares out at the
crowd as the camera flashes appear all over. He turns his head around,
still standing on the turnbuckle and mouths the words off the song, ‘I
can never die’ to Chris West, who glares at him. The music fades and
the lights return to normal as Duros hops down back into the ring. The
fans continue cheering, wanting the violence and pain they’ve been
promised.
Falls Count Anywhere Match
'The Mystic' Duros vs. 'The Insane One' Chris West
**DING, DING, DING**
The bell has sounded and both men are on the
offensive. Duros taunts at West to strike by leaving himself open. As
planned, West shoots in and is quickly put face first into the mat,
followed with repeated forearm shots to the back of West’s head. Duros
shoves West into the mat and backs away, trying to get into the head of
West. West pulls himself up and looks around the Armory, the fans
cheering on his demise. He looks to Duros and rushes in, taking him to
the mat with a clothesline. West keeps Duros at bay with a well placed
forearm to the throat before grabbing Duros’ legs and wrapping them up.
West has applied a figure four leglock!
Owens: West with a figure four! This early in the match, it could cause problems for Duros later.
The application of the move so early in the match
allows Duros to free himself with a well placed thumb to the eye. On
his feet, Duros grabs hold of West and looks to give him a DDT but West
grabs him around the waist and hoists him into the air, flipping him
over and onto his back with a Northern Lights Suplex. Duros lands hard
on the mat as West is pulling himself up, using the ropes as an aid.
Owens: What a move by West! Both of these men mean business tonight!
West pulls Duros to his feet and has him by the
hair. He walks Duros over to the corner and drives a boot into his gut
to keep him at bay. With Duros hunched in the corner, West climbs up
and begins to drive fists into his forehead. The crowd is booing, but
counting along as West keeps going. Reaching 5, West rears back and
before he can land the punch, Duros wraps his arms around West’s leg
and walks forward before falling to the mat, driving West’s face into
the top turnbuckle pad. West is out before he even hits the mat. Duros
stands over West, berating him and asking him where the Hardcore Legend
is.
Owens: Duros is doing everything he can to
drive West to his hardcore roots, will it work? Or will West actually
out-wrestle Duros?
Duros slaps West in the face and begins stomping
him into the mat, using the ropes as leverage. West clutches his chest
and musters enough energy to roll out of the ring in an attempt to
rest. Duros smiles and immediately hops out of the ring, grabbing West
by his greasy hair and banging his face on the apron. He drives it a
second and third time, West is looking out of it. With West’s face only
inches away, Duros goes for another shot, but is cut-off as West drives
an elbow into the gut of Duros. With Duros hunched over, a loud smack
is heard throughout the Armory as West lays him out with a knee lift.
West looks to the crowd and begins taunting them himself. He sees the
Hardcore Granny and his face grows red as she continues shouting at him.
Owens: One of the G-2 faithful, the hardcore granny is still berating West. And it looks like he’s had enough!
West has rushed the barricade, taking a swing at
the elderly fan. Hammerstein and the rest of G-2 security separates the
two, leaving West open to a well placed soda bottle tossed right at his
face by a young man, identified as her grandson. With soda running down
his face, West breaks away from Hardcore Granny and grabs the young
man, giving him one good smack across the face, sending him sprawling
across the floor.
Owens: What has gotten into West?! Fan interaction is one thing, but this has crossed the line!
Hammerstein shoves West away as the rest of the
team tends to the young boy. The crowd is heavily booing West as he
turns toward the ring. Without warning, Duros attacks West with the
timekeepers bell, which sends him staggering along the guard rail
before dropping to a knee. Duros grabs West and begins walking him
toward the entrance, dropping a forearm on his back to keep him at bay.
The crowd tries to reach out and slap West, but Duros is moving too
fast. Raising West up, he throws him through the curtain and disappears
along with him.
Owens: Remember folks, this match is falls count anywhere! Where could Duros be taking him??
The camera man frantically chases after them and
tears past the curtain, finding the two brawling down the hallway.
Duros drags him further down the hall, but West isn’t going without a
fight, shown as he and Duros are trading right hands. Duros pulls a
door open just as West throws a punch. A loud clang is heard as
West ends up punching the door, leaving a hefty dent in it. Feeling the
pain and pulling his hand in close, Duros takes advantage and grabs
West by the hair, tossing him through the door. As the camera man
catches them, we can see that they’ve made there way into the Armory’s
garage. Duros has sent West head first into a rack of 55 gallon drums,
putting him down. The referee is checking on West, but Duros brushes
him out of the way and delivers a stiff shot to the ribs of West.
Owens: It appears as though Duros has West’s number. But, I wouldn’t count him out yet.
West is absorbing each and every shot and shoots a
look to Duros that causes The Orphic to second guess himself. West
begins standing and is planted right back on the floor with a well
placed haymaker. Duros grabs one of the 55 gallon drums and lifts it
high into the air before bringing down onto the head of Chris West.
Owens: What a shot from Duros!
West pulls himself from the floor and reaches to
his forehead where he spots the blood trickling down. He rubs his face
and looks at his hands, his chest starting to heave. He looks at Duros
with a crazed smile and slowly stands, Duros not wasting any time with
rights and lefts. West takes the shots and continues standing before
dropping Duros with a short-arm clothesline. West starts looking around
the garage and begins pulling at his hair, looking for something. His
eyes grow even wider as he approaches a closet, ripping the doors off
with sheer force. Reaching inside, he pulls out an axe. He runs his
finger down the blade and stares toward Duros, who is on his feet.
Owens: West has lost it! Somebody had better get that axe from him before he hurts someone!
West takes the axe and swings it toward the closet,
breaking the head off, leaving only the handle. Duros beckons to him,
not afraid of West. Suddenly, Duros sprints at West and is met with an
axe handle to the mid-section, dropping him to his knees. West raises
the handle and brings it down on the back as Duros writhes in pain.
West is now choking Duros as the referee can only watch as the face
paint can no longer hide the shades of red his face are turning. West
releases and tosses the axe handle to the side, pulling Duros to his
feet and hurling him into the front end of a parked car. Duros hits and
drops to a knee as West grabs him and slams his face into the hood.
Duros looks out of it, but somehow manages to jam a thumb into West’s
eyes. West staggers back, but returns to the attack, nearly knocking
Duros out with a hard right hand. Duros falls back first onto the hood
as West smiles sadistically.
Owens: West said he wouldn’t be held responsible for his actions here tonight. I wouldn’t wanna be responsible for them either!
Duros slowlys pushes himself off the hood and walks
right into a scoop slam from West, putting him right back on the hood.
Duros slides off and hits the concrete with a thud. West takes his
elbow and smashes in the driver side window of the car. Reaching
inside, he opens the door and grabs a handful of Duros’ hair, slamming
his face in between the door and the car. The referee attempts to stop
it, but gets shoved to the ground for his trouble. West walks to the
front of the car and manages to hop onto the hood. With G-2 security at
West’s feet telling him to stop, West hops into the air and pushes
Duros over, dropping him onto the roof of the car with a Death Valley
Driver! The referee slaps the hood of the car.
1...
2…
3!!!
** DING, DING, DING **
Kingston: Here is your winner… Chris West!!
West slowly raises himself off Duros and looks to
the referee and whatever onlookers are left outside the Armory. “You
Wouldn’t KnowR