The Proposition of a Lifetime

[Millson and Simpson]

Welcome to GHW, live as always from Boston, Massachusetts. Tonight, we see the fallout from Red, White and Bruised as our two new champions face off against one another in our main event.

I am pumped for that match, but we also have a DFA qualifier tonight and some matches that promise to be very athletic indeed.



The Fuzz and Big Al are quickly silenced as GHW begins with an unfamiliar theme blaring from the PA system, the crowd anxiously awaiting the owner of the musical score. The mystery is revealed, as the GHW Television and Tag Team champion steps into view from behind the curtain, boos immediately resonating from the partisan Boston crowd. A cocky smile enveloping his lips, Millson merely walks down the entrance ramp, Television title around his waist, Tag title draped over his shoulder. Millson ignores the front row fans who try to touch him and as soon as he reaches the squared circle, the Ultimate Ego hops onto the apron and steps inside the confines of the ring ropes, waltzing into the centre of the ring and grabbing Charlie Coors's microphone for his own use. Millson places his Tag Team title belt on the ring canvas and unbuckles his Television title, placing the larger title on the floor also. Triple M then looks up and raises the microphone to his lips, addressing the fans and a certain infamous superstar.

My name is Mighty Man Millson and I am not only the GHW Television champion, but also one half of the GHW Tag Team champions. I haven't lost a one-on-one match in months and yet I have sat back and watched as people have come out here and staked a claim to the GHW championship. Quite honestly, I've loved watching these people fail. And until Red, White and Bruised, I was quite content to challenge Dominik Santiago for the title when I thought it was the right time to do so. However, 4 nights ago, Dominik Santiago lost the title to the returning Psycho King, Jaggeroth. And Dominik took such a beating that after the match, he announced his retirement from professional wrestling. So I rethought my original thinking. You see, with Santiago gone from Glory and Honour Wrestling, Jaggeroth will need a new challenger for the GHW title and so far there has been nobody backstage who is willing to step in the ring with him. Everybody is scared as to what will happen to them if they do step up and challenge a man as demented as Jaggeroth.

Millson takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for his next words, all the planning and thought he's put into this promo now leaving his clouded brain, instinct and passion now taking over his vocal chords. Millson continues.

But I am willing to face you. I have never been the GHW champion and if I don't take this opportunity, I may never be champion in my entire life. For the first time in my career, I have the opportunity to challenge a champion who is on the same level as myself. Because the one difference between me and the rest of the locker room when it comes to the Psycho King is obvious. He was my trainer. He taught me the dark and devious ways to become a champion in this industry, he taught me grit and determination in ways that nobody else could. But he taught me too well. Because now, I am the one person that is not scared of Jaggeroth. I know his mentality better than anyone on the roster and that makes me the perfect candidate to defeat Jaggeroth and become the champion of this entire company.

The crowd give a mixed reaction, some believing the words of the Daddy's Boy, others wanting Triple M to fail in this endeavour and come up short in his dreams of becoming the GHW champion. Millson carries on pattering regardless.

The next GHW PPV is Full Circle, which I believe is ironic and symbolic of our relationship as teacher and student. Because all of your teachings have made me who I am today and they have brought me into your path once again as you sit upon your throne at the top of this company. Jaggeroth, my teacher, my friend, I would like to ask you to come down to this ring and give me an answer to this question. Will you defend your GHW championship against me at Full Circle? Yes or no?

Millson lowers the microphone and the crowd immediately crane their necks towards the entrance ramp, awaiting their new champion and his response.

TBC- Jaggeroth ONLY

[Psychotic Circus]

The smoke swirled around the entrance ramp as the Mighty Man talked his smooth game, someone was just gearing up and ready for the first drop of his name on the GHW event after his glorious victory.



The arena goes out in a puff, cast in the darkness of the raving madman who now held their highest honor. The spot lights shined an eerie red glow over the ring while the titan tron sparked to life. Millson stood, ever defiant of the oncoming darkness that was about to descend on him.

"Millson is going to get his answer in person! Ladies and gentlemen, you are not dreaming, last sunday we crowned two new champions, and Jaggeroth's number finally came up. He defeated Domimik Santiago for the New Age title, and it wasn't pretty."

"You doubted him? You honestly thought he couldn't do it, didn't you?"

"How many title matches have we called for the psycho? And how many has he won? Just one...and that was years ago."


The fog dispersed away from from the bottom of the entrance ramp as another red spot light showed the Psycho King crouched over, the New Age title resting against his palm as he gazed down on it, switching his line of sight over to the Mighty Man while he stood up with a look of disgust over his face. His mighty war frame came down the ramp and grabbed onto the top rope, pulling himself up onto the apron and sliding into the ring. Millson stood there, his body giving barely a flicker or a twitch as his mentor came face to face with him. MMIII tries to raise his mic, only for Jaggeroth's palm to swat it down over the mat. Millson stood there, still un-phased it seemed as the Demon of Elkhorn valley roamed around him in a circle, like a lion about to jump onto the back of a contender. The tag title is taken off his shoulder and held in the air, Jaggeroth comparing the tag and new age title side by side before chucking his former and Millson's current honor out of the ring and against the safety mat like it was nothing.

"What was that about!? That's the GHW tag title he just threw away like it never meant anything to him!"

"Maybe they never did..."

He circled Millson again as the fans stood in silence, this time stripping the Television title off of his waist and chucking that one as well over the middle rope and across the apron. Once again he circles Millson, this time picking up the microphone he spiked out of the Mighty Man's hand.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? When did you finally grow a damn pair, Millson? The whole time I trained you in that abandoned church, the whole time you did nothing but whine and sob and talk a big game about who your daddy was! Your first week of training, I had to pick your sorry carcass up off the mat cause I didn't want you to lay there and bleed for another hour on my freshly cleaned apron. And two years later, you stand here, in another ring that I own, your lips moving again as if I gave you permission to speak. Your accomplishments mean shit to me. I've traveled the globe for years and laid waste to so many imbeciles, I've won a lot more titles than the ones in GHW, I'm a legend. You, are nothing. You're nothing but the worm crawling inside the dirt I leave behind from all the victims I bury, and you think you deserve even a minute of my attention, let alone a shot at something I suffered, and bled for more than five years here to attain? You must be as crazy as I am!"


-Jaggeroth lifted up the new age title again and prepared to leave the ring, but turned back and got in Millson's face yet again.-

"How many times has Kahlan kicked your dick into the dirt? Not even close to the amount I have before. How many times has Dustin Delta laughed as his arm was raised above your withering and beaten body? You can't hold a candle up to me and even start to quiver those perty lips of yours to compare us. You think just because you've surpassed me in tag title days, that means you're better than me? No, I defended those things at least three times a month back when the tag title meant something, and most of the time, it was by myself and not with the help of Ryan Hughes, and guess what? I beat the ever loving piss out of him too. You get nothing from me, and you will stand there and like it."

With that, Jaggeroth turned and left the ring, scowling at the booing crowd as he puffed up the title and prepared to leave.

TBCB: MM2

[Millson and Simpson]

Millson's eyes widen in shock as Jaggeroth walks slowly up the entrance ramp, Millson's chances of GHW title contendership slowly fading away in front of his very own eyes. Millson grabs his microphone again and in a panicky voice, he shouts out to his bodyguard backstage.

Johnny, get out here! Now!

As if waiting for the command, big Johnny Simpson is immediately on the scene, walking through the curtain and stading on the stage, crossing his arms and barring the way of the Psycho King. Jaggeroth and Simpson have a quick stare-off, before Jaggeroth turns around and faces his student once again. With slightly more confidence in his voice, Millson adresses the GHW champion.

Jaggeroth, you know full well that I deserve a long overdue one-on-one GHW championship shot. I've never had one in my career and I am not letting this one slip. So if I can't convince you to give me a shot with words, then I'm afraid me and big Johnny Simpson here will have to beat a title shot out of you.

Millson rolls out of the squared circle and marches up the entrance ramp, cornering the Psycho King, Jaggeroth preparing himself for conflict with Millson and Simpson.

TBC- Jaggy

[Psychotic Circus]

(I didn't forget about your sorry ass.)


"Millson seems to have our champion in a pickle"

"You're right, I think someone is going to get canned..."

"You need to be canned for that joke!"


-The Psycho King looks to his front, then his rear, switching between the two with a large smile spreading underneath his mask of human flesh. He raised the new age championship up to his shoulder like nothing was wrong with this situation as he turned to walk up the entrance ramp towards Johnny Simpson. Millson was behind, barking for Simpson to grab the demon of Elkhorn valley, for his crimson fog was coming up from the ramp grates. Simpson ran forward with a heavy looking tackle through the fog, only to come out the other side and go rolling down the ramp towards Millson's feet.-

"I see you learned well enough, Millson...."

-Jaggeroth's face appeared over the butcher-tron, a grin that could kill babies gave way to his yellow stained teeth gnashing at the screen to form words of horror.-

"...attacking your trainer, being a stone cold snake in the grass...outnumber and conquer at all cost...but least you forget, boy, that I am a higher being than any mere mortal can even fathom. You want my title? Continuing in your mentor's foot steps to give me the highest form of flattery?...I don't care for your idol worship, but if you're going to pee on your master's leg and shit in your food dish...then fine. You get your wish, but only on one condition...You, me...No holds barred. That's my final offer. Now go, ponder your fate...I expect a decision soon..."

-The screen hissed and popped with static as his face disappeared, leaving behind only an eerie laughter as GHW went to commercial.-