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Post by William Ellis on May 13, 2007 16:08:15 GMT -5
GCW Heavyweight Championship Tournament
Elm St. Middle School Gymnasium - Capacity 750
Dark Match:
Apollo Mercer vs. The Ringmaster
First Round
Arik Arrogance vs. Dave Milan
David Hilt vs. Nightkiller
Gianni Sipriani vs. Elijah Cage
Teddy Davis vs. Lance Erikson
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Post by William Ellis on May 27, 2007 10:39:40 GMT -5
Dark Match: Apollo Mercer vs. The Ringmaster
Ringmaster opened up the match with some stiff kicks to Mercer, wearing him down fast. He whipped Mercer over to the opposite ropes and hit a smooth neckbreaker. He tried the pin, but to no avail as it only got a one count. A good period of the match was spent by Ringmaster working down Apollo, and getting him in some basic rest holds. Ringmaster began to hit some big moves, such as a smooth hurracanrana, a DDT, and a Lionsault for the cover... but only got a two count. Ringmaster then used a clever tactic by pointing away from the action and yelling at the referee "LOOK IT'S TOM HANKS!" Since the ref is a huge Tom Hanks fan, he whipped out his autograph book and scanned the audience for Tom... but Ringmaster used this time to hit a dirty low blow. He told the referee that Tom Hanks left, and went for the cover for the three.
Winner: The Ringmaster @ 3:32 with a modified Tom Hanks Low Blow manuever.
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Post by William Ellis on May 27, 2007 10:49:31 GMT -5
The scene shows William Ellis, a man in his 40's with dark, parted hair, and Bryan Wise, a man in his early thirties wearing a Hawaiian shirt and shades. They sit at the annoucers table as fans are finding their seats.
William Ellis: Welcome fans, to Gate City Wrestling's first show, Sunday Night Storm! I'm the proud owner of GCW, as well as an announcer. This here is my partner in crime, Bryan Wise.
Bryan Wise: Howdy, sports fans!
Ellis: Tonight proves to be one hell of an event, as we are kicking off out GCW Heavyweight Championship Tournament! Our first match is between the young cocky kid Arik Arrogance, and the humble Dave Milan. Both young men have excellent potential, so who do you think will come out on top, Bryan?
Bryan: Dave Milan may have more experience than young Arik, but I think that this kid's confidence will take him to the top! I'll go with Arik!
Ellis: Following that is David Hilt, GCW's own LUEser, against the mysterious Nightkiller.
Bryan: Have you heard what Nightkiller was saying he would do to Hilt? I wouldn't wanna mess with that guy! I think the killer has the advantage here.
Ellis, then we have Gianni Sipriani, the big mobster from Sicily, taking on the young Irish kid Elijah Cage.
Bryan: I like this kid, Elijah. I think he has a shot of beating the big man. Go underdog!
Ellis: And finally, our main event... Lance Erikson will be taking on Teddy Davis.
Bryan: This one is too close to call, Willy. We'll have to wait and see who takes this one home!
Ellis: I couldn't agree with you more, Bryan. Let's get our first matchup started!
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Post by William Ellis on May 27, 2007 10:52:25 GMT -5
Credit: Teddy Davis
Arik Arrogance vs. Dave Milan
"We Fly High (Ballin)" by Jim Jones thumps on the sound system, and Arik Arrogance walks through the curtain wearing his trademark Oakley shades. His manager Mean Marky stands by him laughing. Red and yellow lights flash as he stands smiling a cocky grin. He struts down to the ring with his head up high as Mean Marky jumps around pumping up the fans as they boo at them. He climbs into the ring and ducks under the ropes. He grasps the ropes and leans back, pulling them with him. He then takes off his shades and hands them to Mean Marky. Milan waits until the guitar kicks in during the song to break the curtain, coming through with lots of energy. Milan slaps his chest and arms and points to the crowd, often saying "This is for all for you.". He doesn't really have any specific pose, but tends to make a "handgun" out of his hand, a throwback to his Outlaw days from his debut.
Bryan Wise: This is our opening match. The first of four GCW Heavyweight tournament matches tonight.
William Ellis: That is exactly right. Dave Milan will square off against Arik Arrogance. And you have to wonder if Mean Marky is going to play a factor here.
The match begins as both men try to make mental notes about the other's styles, but both are worrying about not making a mistake and costing themselves a potential title shot. Milan is aggressive with his attacks and takes down Arrogance with a double leg take down. Arrogance manages to fight up and rolls Milan onto his back and applies a headlock. The fans get behind Milan as he works his way out of Arrogance's headlock and throws him into the corner. Milan unleashes some European uppercuts before snapmaring him over and applying a sleeper hold. Arrogance stands up and backs Milan into the turnbuckle. Milan stumbles forward and Arrogance takes him down with a bulldog. Arrogance rolls Milan onto his stomach and covers, 1... 2....
Bryan Wise: Milan kicks out!
William Ellis: He's still got a lot of fight left in him. And very well, this is a chance to shine here in GCW! You don't want to waste it!
Milan staggers up to his feet and charges at Arrogance, the two collide, but Milan takes the brunt of the beating. Arrogance staggers to his feet and grabs Milan's arm. He drives his knee into it several times before attempting to apply an armbar. Milan is holding onto his own arm as best as he can to prevent himself from falling victim to the hold. Arrogance kicks Milan in the face and the hold is applied! Milan flails around in pain attempting to get out of the painful hold. Milan positions himself correctly and pushes himself up and Arrogance's shoulders to the mat while the armbar is still applied! He's pinning him! 1.... 2... ARROGANCE releases!
William Ellis: Clever wrestling by Dave Milan!
Bryan Wise: But Milan has got to be hurting from being in that hold for so long!
Arrogance pulls Millan to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Arrogance leans over to back body drop Milan, but Milan rushes in with a knee lift. Arrogance staggers around and then gets rocked with a back chop. Milan bounces off the ropes with a flying forearm smash to the wobbling Arrogance. Arrogance backs into the ropes and Milan clotheslines him to the mat. Milan pumps his fist before walking over to Arrogance, who's getting up. Arrogance clocks Milan with a cheap shot and rolls him up in a small package.
1....
2...
MILAN REVERSES!
MILAN REVERSES!
1....
2.....
3!
William Ellis: Dave Milan advances to the second round!
Dave Milan def. Arik Arrogance @ 7:24 by reversing a small package pin.
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Post by William Ellis on May 27, 2007 10:54:32 GMT -5
Credit: Rich Maxwell
David Hilt vs. Nightkiller
Frank Pierra climbs into the ring for the second match as Willam Ellis announces the next combatants to enter the arena..
Ellis: “Our first competitor to the ring, standing six feet, four inches tall and weighing in a two-hundred forty pounds….he is ‘Nightkiller’!
You hear an evil voice say "Your blood is my Viagra" Then Nightkiller's song hits and red lights begin to flash. Nightkiller and Eric White come out to the arena.The red lights stop flashing and the fans are booing Nightkiller's name but Nightkiller seems not to care. Nightkiller and Eric then makes their way to the ring. Nightkiller rolls in the ring but Eric stays outside the ring.
As Nightkiller paces the ring along the far side ropes, Ellis introduces his opponent.
Ellis: “…and his opponent. From San Diego, California, standing six feet five inches tall and weighing in at two-hundred forty-two pounds, David Hilt!”
He walks forward from the back, slapping the hands of a few fans, then turns around, walking backward down the ramp to face (and pump up) the crowd.
Near the end he throws his arms up twice (sort of like in the fan favorite ramp entrance in svr2k7) and turns around, almost on one foot, and dashes toward the ring.
He slides in under the bottom rope, and quickly pushes himself up to his feet. He does a 360 spin with his arms spread out (looking confident, of course) then jumps on the bottom rope nearest him, talking to the crowd for a couple seconds, with the general "look at me, get excited," gestures.
Afterward, he jumps off (spinning around in the process, toward a turnbuckle) and runs toward it. Near it, he jumps all the way to the top rope, and (squatting) holds both sides of the corner to balance for a bit, then continues talking out toward the crowd, using various arm/hand gestures to get them excited. He jumps off, and bounces off the ropes.
William Ellis makes his way to the ringside announcer’s table as Frank calls for the opening bell.
Bryan Wise: “Well, now that you got all that out of the way…let’s get this show on the road, huh?”
As if reading his mind, Hilt and Nightkiller lock up in the center of the ring. Neither man getting the upper hand just yet. A power struggle develops as the two men, nearly equal in stature, try to shove the other back into a corner, neither man making progress in doing so.
Bryan Wise: “Hey Ellis…I thought this was ‘pro’ wrestling…not Sumo…these two behemoths are just standing there grabbing each other’s man bosoms.”
Ellis: “….man bosoms? Dude, where’d you come up with that.”
Meanwhile in the ring, Nightkiller gets the upper hand by taking Hilt down with a surprise single-leg take down. Nightkiller quickly floats over into a reverse chancery, wrenching hard on Hilt’s neck. Hilt manages to climb to a vertical base and lays in a couple heavy elbows forcing killer to break the hold before shooting him into the ropes. Killer bounces off the ropes and is met immediately by Hilt as he had followed him into the ropes. Hilt stops him dead in his tracks by hoisting him up before rotating him 180’ before slamming him to the mat in a vicious spine-buster before quickly floating into a double-leg arm bar.
Ellis: “Oh my God…did you see that spine-buster? Hilt took Nightkiller out of his boots on that one”
Hilt continues to wrench in on the arm-bar. Nightkiller manages to rotate far enough to get his foot on the bottom rope. Frank forces Hilt to break the hold. Hilt motions to the fans for a moment as Nightkiller struggles to pull himself up using the ropes for leverage. Nearing his feet, Hilt rushes in to attack, but Nightkiller reverses by lowering a shoulder and using Hilt’s own momentum to send him over the top crashing hard to the floor.
Bryan Wise: “A haha…Nightkiller was playin possum there and Hilt most literally fell for it that time….What? Wait a minute…who is this?”
Pink Floyd “Money” starts to play on the PA system as Rich Maxwell struts out onto the stage flashin ‘gun signs’ shades of ‘The Fonz’ to the crowd. He makes his way down to ringside and over to Eric White, Nightkiller’s manager. Their words are unheard, but Rich says a few words to him….Eric White seems to think about it for a second before nodding in a positive fashion. Rich then hands him a white envelope and Eric begins to make his way to the backstage area. Nightkiller looks on in disbelief as his manager leaves the ringside area. Rich then makes his way over to David Hilt, still trying to find his bearings after crashing hard on the floor moments earlier. Rich grabs him gently by the shoulders and helps him to his feet. The camera is near to Maxwell and hears him tell Hilt “You got this…” before helping him back to the apron. Frank gets in Maxwell’s face as Rich shies away in a humbling fashion.
Bryan Wise: “Man…what the hell is going on. Rich Maxwell comes out here…Eric White leaves, and now Maxwell is helping David Hilt? I’m confused”
William Ellis: “As am I, Bryan…I’m going to be sure to get to the bottom of this after the show”
Hilt rolls back into the ring to an awaiting Nightkiller who immediately starts putting the boots to him. Once satisfied with that Nightkiller turns to Maxwell at ringside and begins pointing his finger at him in anger. Out of no where, Hilt hooks him from behind and rolls him into a school-boy pin, nearly picking up the three count.
Bryan Wise: “Whoa, Hilt almost stole one there. This match is amazing!”
Hilt drags Nightkiller to his feet and shoots him into the ropes once again. Nightkiller comes off the ropes and lunges into Hilt with a clothesline attempt. Hilt ducks it, spins Nightkiller around and attacks with an Inverted Front Powerslam and immediately covers for a pin. Frank slides into position as fast as the old-timer can muster and counts 1….2….3!
Ellis: “Oh Man!...David Hilt calls that move the ‘Crossguard’! and he just connected with it and came out with a Win? What a match!”
After the match, Rich Maxwell climbs into the ring to congratulate David Hilt on a great win. He offers his handshake, yet Hilt remains weary of him. He simply slips through the ropes to the floor leaving Maxwell standing in the ring with the fallen Nightkiller. Maxwell watches Hilt leave, before turning to the fallen foe. He then takes out another white envelope from the breast-pocket of his suit coat and lays it on the abdomen of Nightkiller before he too slips to the floor and makes his way to the back.
David Hilt def. Nightkiller @ 9:05 with the Crossguard.
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Post by William Ellis on May 27, 2007 10:58:29 GMT -5
Credit: David Hilt
Elijah Cage vs Gianni Sipriani
Bryan Wise: And here we are folks, the match before the main event, almost to the end of the show.
William Ellis: I'd say its been a great night so far, I'm proud that my business has kicked off so greatly
Wise: Great...yeah...
Ellis: You wouldn't be insulting GCW and it's stars, would you?
Wise: Course not boss!
Ellis: I thought so. Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first contestant, weighing in at 267 pounds, Gianni, Sipriani!
"The Symphony" blares, as Gianni Sipriani steps out from behind the curtain. Giving a quick glance over the fan, he walks down to the ring, and slides in. Stepping on the bottom rope of the bottom left corner turnbuckle, he raises his right arm into the air, though the crowd barely responds. Stepping down, he removes his fedora, and places it on the steel post as he waits for his opponent.
Seconds later, Denim Demon hits, and Elijah Cage bursts out from backstage.
William: And introducing his opponent, at 215 pounds, Elijah Cage!
Cage dashes down the ramp, sliding into the ring as well. The lights cut for a few seconds, and when cut back on, Cage is standing face to face with Gianni, smirking. Gianni glares, and Elijah backs up. In the ring, Frank Pierra calls for the bell.
They circle each other, spreading their fingers. Elijah starts foward, but maintains his position. Moving in closer, they lock hands, but Gianni quickly overpowers Cage, but Cage manages to get back to his feet, still locked up. He jumps, and slides feet first under Gianni, forcing him down face first to the mat. Cage gets up, and smirks. Gianni begins to rise as Cage starts laughing at his downed opponent. Once back on his feet, Sipriani is obviously heated, and goes for the kill. He throws punch after punch, but Elijah easily dodges the haymakers, dancing around but not countering.
Bryan Wise: hah! He's just having fun with him in there. He may be big and strong, but this dude isn't going to be easily caught but that slow oaf.
Ellis: Maybe not, but I wouldn't call him a slow oaf. Power and speed balances out, even if Elijah can dodge every punch, if one connects, it will sure hurt a hell of a lot more than one thrown by him.
Wise: Are you underestimating one of your own superstars? Did you not grill me about that earlier?
Ellis: First, I didn't grill you. I simply brought it to your attention. Second, if you're not going to support Gianni, I might as well.
Getting tired of not landing anything, Gianni rushes Elijah, who's standing in a corner. He steps out of the way smoothly, and Sipriani smashes his shoulder against the steel post. Cage rests against the ropes and laughs, and the fans finally react to the match, booing Cage for being so cocky, but he just enjoys it and taunts them. Gianni recovered quickly however, and rushes Elijah, who's distracted, yet again. He brings him down with a spear, and delivers a series of punches-ones that do connect. Cage yelps in pain, but Frank warns Gianni for using closed fists, and he lets up. He pulls Cage by his hair to a standing position. He lifts him onto his shoulders in a Fireman's carry position, and begins to swing Elijah, but Cage counters it into a swinging DDT, hard enough to knock Gianni on his back.
Bryan Wise: Heh! What talent.
William: I would hope I'd have a good eye for potential stars, Bryan.
Wise: I would ho-
William: (cutting him off) And Elijah is climbing to the top ropes! He might be going for...Yes!
William exclaims this as Elijah Cage begins to play an air guitar facing the crowd, laughing. They boo violently, but he still laughs, and and jumps from the ropes, hitting a hard Moonsault, followed by a cover. Frank drops down and begins the count...
1!
2!
3!
Wise: And a seemingly easy win just picked up from Elijah Cage!
William: Gianni did give his best, but I guess it just wasn't enough. It looks like Cage might prove to be somethin soon.
Cage hops up, rubbing his sore face from the flurry of punches earlier, and bolts out as the downed Gianni begins to stir. He's halfway up the ramp by the time Sipriani is on his feet, who is obviously very angry, pointing at Elijah and screaming, then exiting out after him.
Elijah Cage def. Gianni Sipriani @ 4:15 with a Moonsault.
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Post by William Ellis on May 27, 2007 11:05:41 GMT -5
Teddy Davis vs. Lance Erikson
Bryan Wise: Some of you may have thought that we would not get this far, but lo and behold, it's the Main Event. This match has been talked about all around the wrestling world as a potential classic... Internet forums have been going wild about these two getting in the ring with each other, and we are about to see it unfold before us. Lance Erickson; the big man from POW, the self titled Legendary Heel... Faces off against the country boy from Chatsworth, the roaring lion, Teddy Davis.
*Every light in the arena goes completely out and a spotlight appears on the stage at the curtain. "The Four Horsemen" kicks up over the PA and Lance Erikson steps out onto the stage wearing a black leather trenchcoat over his wrestling gear and a pair of sunglasses. He stands still for a second, letting the boos wash over him before he walks, steel faced down the ramp toward the ring, where another spotlight has appeared. He climbs the ring steps and steps over the top rope. Lance takes off his trenchcoat and shades, handing both to the ring attendant. Lance then moves over to one of the turnbuckles and leans against it, arms crossed, waiting for his opponent.*
William Ellis: And here comes his opponent...
*"Lucky Town" by Bruce Springsteen hits as the lights go dim, Teddy Davis walks out and falls to both knees before looking up to the sky. He jumps up and slaps the hands of some fans before sprinting down to the ring. Davis rolls in and runs the ropes before going to his corner and starting to stretch his leg muscles. William Ellis enters the ring to announce the two men, who are currently staring each other down. Teddy's head is raised as he scowls, looking over at Lance. Lance lets his hair dangle over his eyes as he glares directly back at Teddy.*
Ellis: Ladies and gentlemen, this is our main event! It is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. In this corner, hailing from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at 280 pounds... LANCE ERIKSON!
*Lance doesn't budge, still leaning on the turnbuckle with his arms cross. The fans boo violently, even throwing some garbage at him. Lance doesn't react to this. He merely smiles, knowing that he can piss off any crowd he desires without lifting a finger.*
Ellis: And in this corner, from Chatsworth, Ontario, weighing in at 230 pounds... TEDDY DAVIS!
*Teddy steps forward, still staring down Lance. The crowd cheers for Teddy, but he pays no attention. He is focused on the match ahead of him.*
*William exits the ring and the referee Frank Pierra checks Lance for weapons. He tells him that he doesn't want any funny business from Lance, but Lance ignores him. Frank finishes checking Lance and goes over to check Teddy. Teddy takes his eyes off Lance for a second, and Lance runs at him in a classic dirty sneak attack. He begins pounding down on Teddy in the corner with forearms as the ref bails out. He calls for the bell and the match begins.*
Ellis: That Lance Erikson is such a heel!
Wise: It's called taking advantage of the situation, Ellis. Teddy takes his eyes off the prize for a second and BAM! Lance takes control!
*Lance works Teddy into the corner, placing his arms behind the ropes and winding up for a hard chop. The impact echos through the gymnasium and the fans give a "oohhhh..." Teddy screams at Lance to hit him harder. Lance furrows his brow and winds up even harder, chopping right through Teddy's chest. The sick smack of his hand hitting Teddy's chest rings louder through the gym and the fans give a louder "Ooohhh!" Teddy winces, and Lance thinks that he shut him up, but Teddy hocks a loogie right in Lance's face. He screams "HIT ME HARDER, YOU PUSSY!" Lance is bewildered. He freezes up for a second after he wipes Teddy's spit off his cheek. Teddy takes this opportunity to slap Lance directly across the face and get back into the corner. Lance is furious. He winds up even harder and lands one of the sickest chops ever seen... Shades of Kobashi. It rings through the gym like a shotgun blast, and the fans quickly react... "OOOOOHHHHH!" Teddy's chest is beat red, and about the size of Lance's hand. He gets out of the corner with a fire in his eyes. He grits his teeth and hits a set of machine gun chops right back at Lance. The fans count the chops that Teddy lands as Lance is backed up to the other side of the ring... "1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!" Teddy has worked Lance to the other corner of the ring. He steps back a few, and runs into Lance hitting a rolling savate kick right to Lance's jaw. Lance drops down and checks his mouth, seeing if Teddy had broken it. Lance rolls around, supporting his weight with his elbows as his head hangs down. Teddy gets up and locks in a reverse chin lock, working that jaw that he already has done damage to.*
Wise: Well, this is unlike Teddy's style of wrestling, but he seems to have found something to work on Lance. Teddy has been dominant thus far against the big man.
Ellis: Lance better hope that Teddy doesn't get a chance to lock in his Crossface chickenwing...
*Lance manages to work himself to a point where he can elbow out of the chinlock. Teddy steps back to catch his breath, giving Lance time to get himself to his feet. Teddy goes up to Lance, who towers him in height, and hits some elbows to the jaw. Teddy runs over to the ropes and springs off them. Lance rotates and reverses it into a hip toss, landing Teddy on the ground with a thud. He quickly goes over and drops a knee onto Teddy's chest. Teddy gives a "oof" and Lance gets back to his feet. Lance takes some time to adjust his jaw, then he stomps down on the grounded Teddy and picks him back up to his feet. He locks Teddy into a front facelock and whips him over for a snap suplex. Teddy bounces up at the impact, and Lance goes for a cheap cover.*
One... Tw-kickout!
*Lance scowls and lifts Teddy back up to his feet. He hits some forearm shots to Teddy and follows up with a nice European uppercut, sending Teddy on the ropes. Lance charges at him and clotheslines Teddy out of the ring, flipping over the ropes shades of Cactus Jack. The two barrel down by the announcer's booth, Teddy landing particularly hard on his neck. Lance gets up to his feet, while Teddy is still on the ground. The ref begins to count.*
1!
*Lance lifts Teddy up to his feet and leans him against the apron.*
2!
*Lance smirks as he raises his open hand to the audience, winding up for a chop.*
3!
*Lance lands the chop, and Teddy slumps back down to the ground.*
4!
*Lance brings Teddy back up and whips him over to a guardrail, sending Teddy crashing into it. Fans move back and cheer Teddy on, while booing Lance, who is still checking his jaw.*
5!
*Teddy stirs a bit as Lance approaches. Teddy gives Lance a swift shot to the gut, slowing down Lance.*
6!
*Lance is slowed down a bit by the shot to the gut, but he manages to get Teddy back to his feet. He places Teddy in a front facelock and lifts him directly up, holding Teddy in a vertical position.*
7!
*Lance is displaying great strength,holding Teddy up in the air this long. He drops down and slams Teddy down onto the gymnasium floor.*
8!
*Lance rolls back into the ring and lies there, allowing himself to regroup. Teddy stirs a bit, struggling to get to his feet.*
9!
*Teddy finally gets to his feet and rolls into the ring. Lance uses the ropes to help himself up to his feet. Teddy is on all fours, as the ref checks to see if he is alright. Lance looks to see if the ref is looking, and he takes something out of the corner turnbuckle pad, concealing it in his tights. The ref sees Lance in the corner, and he goes over to him, making sure that Lance isn't taking off the turnbuckle pad. Lance claims innocence, and the ref checks the pad to see if it has been tampered with. As he reties it up, Teddy gets back to his feet. Lance has now taken the object out of his tights and has placed it on his fist. Teddy unknowing of this walks directly into a loaded punch, dropping him down to the mat. Lance smirks and cockily pins Teddy as the crowd boos and hisses wildly.*
Wise: What!? Not like this! William do something!
Ellis: What are you talking about? I didn't see anything happen...
*Lance cockily covers Teddy, but the ref is still fumbling with the turnbuckle pad. Lance yells at him and the ref turns around, noticing that Teddy is being pinned. He drops down and counts...*
ONE... TWO... KICKOUT!
*The crowd goes wild as Teddy kicks out of the brass knuckle shot. Lance's mouth is wide open in awe. He goes for the cover again, this time hooking the leg.*
ONE... TWO... KICKOUT!
*The crowd continues to go nuts. Lance punches the mat in rage. He lifts Teddy up to his feet and goes behind him, applying a waistlock. It is now evident that the brass knuckle shot has cut Teddy open, and he is already trickling blood down his face. He lifts Teddy up for the Bridge of Lances, but Teddy executes a backflip, landing directly behind Lance. Lance spins around, and Teddy begins hitting a massive combo of chops and kicks to Lance, and finishes off the combo with the Rolling Savate Kick right to the jaw again. Lance goes down instantly in the middle of the ring, lying flat on his stomach. Teddy approaches him and locks in the chickenwing! The fans know what's coming next, and they begin to roar! Lance struggles, but Teddy somehow locks in the crossface. Lance screams in agony, as Teddy pulls back on the potentially injured jaw of Lance. Lance's free arm flails wildly for the ropes, but he is nowhere near them. Lance has gone into panic mode, doing everything that his body will allow him to to get him to that rope. He closes his eyes, barely standing the agony as he tries to drag him and Teddy to the ropes with his fatigued and trembling arm. Blood is now flowing down Teddy's face, giving him a crimson mask, but he doesn't care. Lance's hands slip on the canvas as he tries to drag himself, but he cannot move anywhere. Teddy leans back even more, causing Lance to scream as if he were dying. He can't stand it anymore! Lance closes his eyes and raises his trembling arm, but the hold is abruptly stopped by something. Is it Lance's guardian angel? No... It's Arik Arrogance!
Ellis: What the hell is he doing here? He lost his match!
Wise: He must be trying to get himself noticed or something!
*Arrogance stomps down on Teddy as Lance lies in the center of the ring, dazed, but glad that he isn't in that situation any longer. Looking over, it appears that the referee has been taken out as well. Arrogance lifts Teddy up to his feet, standing behind him. He then hits the Money Shot, dropping Teddy down to the mat. Arrogance gets up to his feet and embraces the boos while grinning. Suddenly a set of cheers begin to rise through the crowd... People begin to part ways for somebody making their way towards the ring. Arrogance is unknowing of this, and somebody gets into the ring attacking him in their normal street clothes.*
Ellis: It's Dave Milan! Dave has come to save the day!
*Dave hits a flurry of combos on Arrogance, ending it with a dropkick sending the kid over the ropes, crashing to the ground. Milan follows after him and lifts him up... He then hits the Omerta, dropping Arrogance directly on his knee. Security then escorts a dazed Arrogance and Dave Milan to the back, leaving a downed Teddy, who is leaving bloodstains on the mat, and a dazed Lance in the ring. Lance crawls on his belly, dragging himself over to Teddy, who has been hit with Arrogance's finisher. He rests his tired body over Teddy, and the referee struggels to get up for the cover...*
ONE.........................
TWO........................
KICKOUT!!!!!
Wise: Teddy Davis is superhuman! He will not die!
*Lance rolls off of Teddy, expressing his agony. Teddy begins to stir, getting up to his feet. Lance rolls away towards the ropes, and climbs up, racing Teddy to his feet. Lance muscles his way up as Teddy is only on one knee. Lance saunters towards Teddy and whips him into the corner. Lance signals that this is the end, and approaches Teddy. He lifts him up to the top of the turnbuckle and climbs up after him... He locks Teddy in the front facelock and puts his arm over his head. He rests in this position for a few seconds, building momentum. Finally, Lance lifts Teddy up and over, dropping him down for the superplex... but suddenly, Teddy uses the momentum to float over into a pin! He hooks the legs for the cover!*
ONE... TWO... THREE!
*The bell rings and Teddy gets up on one knee as the ref raises his arm in victory. Sweat and blood run down Teddy's face. He is tired, but he managed to muscle out this match.*
Ellis: This is surely an unbelievable way to christen the GCW as a legitimate promotion. Teddy Davis advances to face Elijah Cage at the next Storm... Hopefully that will give him enough time to recover. I'm William Ellis, and on behalf of my partner Bryan Wise, we thank you for watching. Goodnight fans.
Teddy Davis def. Lance Erikson @ 17:12 when he reversed Erikson's superplex into a pin.
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