Debut (Male Open Challenge)

[Autumn]

The Pyro fires off signaling the opening of the debut of GCW in 2009. As the fans settle in and the noise dies down, the opening notes of "Flashing Lights" by Kanye West begins to play as the first female face you see, is none other then Mercedes

The fans take it in, the breathtaking appearance leaves them in awe. She's toned, tanned and showing some skin as she walks down the ramp, photographers from around the world snapping pictures for the magazines they work for.

When she finally arrives at ring side, she takes a mic from the ring announcer and begins speaking as she climbs the stairs, then scissor steps through the ropes and into the ring

Hello GCW *crowd pop* Welcome to the first official show for GCW in 2009.

Now, I'm not out here to be the face of the show, or be a guest time keeper. None of that stuff is suited for my talent currently. I'm here, representing a client I have just signed, from a rival company. That's right, I signed a free agent away from the competition. Someone who refused to sit out the year during a contract dispute, and wants to compete here, where the talent matters, not who you know. Well, in some cases it's who you know here, but that is besides the point.

GCW already houses one strong alliance in Gabriel Cage's group of natural talent, or selection, whatever he wants to call them. But I, Mercedes Mauler, know better then to just choose champions with belts to start the year off. I'm selecting men, and women, who have direction, passion, drive, and determination to get to the top and stay at the top, for their entire careers. So this is day 1, of the beginning of the end for some talents here, who just can't hover anymore.

So what I propose is this. Anyone in this company, who either wants to align theirself with greatness, and a women of many, many talents, in the ring, in the office, in the courts, and in the back where deals are done, needs to come on out here, right now, and prove to me, they belong on my list of clients.

Or, if you simply don't like me, and you just want to vent some frustrations, and get your ass kicked by my new client, then by all means, come test the waters before you get eaten alive.

The fans await the music of someone to come out, either to appease her, to displease her. Either way, someone was going to succumb to her need of a subject for her clients debut

[Amanda Wallace]

Surprisingly, it isn't a Titan's music that plays for Mercedes to get her what she wants. It's none other than that of the boss, Amanda Wallace. Dressed in a full business suit, the woman in charge looked to be more powerful than ever, having finally mastered the art of her cane that she requires for extra balance. It's safe to say that her in-ring days are done, when she was needed to impose her will... Perhaps this can fix all of that?

"Welcome to GCW, Miss Mauler. I'm sure that you know who I am, but for those in attendance that don't... I am Amanda Wallace. The owner and CEO of Global Championship Wrestling.

Now, formalities are out of the way... and you, Miss Mauler, look to mean business. I like that. I respect that." She said, leaning on her cane with one hand, her microphone in the other atop the stage. "Fortunately, I have an agenda myself, that perhaps can see eye to eye with yours. It's funny how you mention Cage's little dealings... and the wrestler's he's assembled under his wing. Steve Toreno, most notably, which, you may know, is our most Golden Superstar. Miss Mauler, I'm familiar with your dealings, and I know exactly what you're capable of amassing... and I want to say this right here in the clear.

You group them together, you keep the others in line. The last thing I want or need around here is some kind of "Main Event Mafia NWO poser" deal going on... but I also don't need direction-less superstars either. You're more than welcome to continue your dealings, and in fact, encouraged with the Wallace seal of approval...

And, as a token of good faith... I do have someone in the back that is yet to be booked for the evening. Tonight, Miss Mauler? Your client can face...

BIG DADDY BRIGGZ!"

[Autumn]

Briggz? The camo wearing gangster with the tear drop tattoo? I'm sure my client will have no problem taking him through the paces and hopefully, pulling a pay per view quality match out of him.

But back to the group statement. I'm not intending to bring a hostile takeover into your company, I fully intend to enlist the talent who are willing to do things by the book, keep it all in the lines, and rarely, and I do stress the emphasis on the word rarely, step OUT of line in order to get the job at hand done, and done to perfection. So a new world order, we will not be. Main event mafia? No, we won't take all the air time and waste it on petty beat downs to prove how tough we are.

It is my mindset, my goal, my main directive to simply attain gold, respect, and the attention of the fans around the world, who will tune in to see where this company goes, and in doing so, drive your ratings so high up, the competition won't have any choice, but to fold.

A solid "GCW" chant rings out throughout the crowd

Speaking of the competition, I'm sure you know the man of which I speak, who was sitting out for the last little while, during a contract dispute with not one, but two companies. Now, his contract still wet with yours, and his signatures, is in your posession. So this show, will be the big bang theory in execution. The only left to do, is get the show going, and prepare to let the smart marks go wild with anticipation and rumors until the time comes for the entrance of my client.

[Amanda Wallace]

"Indeed it is. Remember, help keep Cage's guys in line. I'm not worried about yourself, as I know the company you keep and how you run business. And, I look completely forward to your client's stylish debut later in the evening. This one will be much better than the other one, although it's a bit of a personal sore issue on the other revelation.

... Enough about that one... *ahem*


Anyways, welcome aboard, Mercedes. I look forward to what you can bring to the table."

With that, Amanda's music ended her presence before Miss Mauler. The match was signed, an ink wetter than that of her client's contract.