NC-17 VII

Dallas Cowboys Stadium | Arlington, Texas | March 05 2010



Bryan: Welcome everyone to NC-17 Seven! After weeks of anticipation, days of events, and months of preparation, we are live in Arlington, Texas at Dallas Cowboys Stadium with a record-breaking crowd on hand! Never before have this many people gathered in one place to witness a GCW event, and this amazing crowd is ready for the biggest night in GCW history! Hello, everyone, thank you very much for joining us on this amazing evening in Texas! I'm James Bryan, and with me as always is my broadcast partner David Yale, and we're live on Pay-Per-View for what should be an absolutely amazing night.

Yale: Thanks very much, JB, and I don't think I've ever been this excited for an event in my career. We've got over a hundred thousand people here in what is without doubt the most amazing venue I've ever attended, we've got millions watching around the world on Pay-Per-View, and we've got one of the biggest lineups I can remember.

Bryan: It's a stacked event, which at this point needs little explanation. Ever since this night was announced at NC-17 last year in Phoenix, we've been counting down the hours until this moment arrived. And for the entire GCW roster, staff and crew, this represents an opportunity to prove to the entire wrestling world that the best in professional wrestling is right here in GCW.

Yale: Fans from all over the world, people who have never even followed wrestling before, JB, people are turning their heads because they simply can't deny just how huge this night is.

Bryan: We've got a number of exciting matches planned for you, fans. But of perhaps even greater consequence is a moment that won't take place between the bells, but rather with GCW President Steven Caldera as he prepares to step down and hand the company over to someone else!

Yale: I think that makes this evening even bigger, JB. The Caldera Era of GCW ends with this show! This is it, the last night with President Caldera at the helm. Who will he be handing things over to, and what will it mean for GCW?

Bryan: Those are just a few of the questions we'll be answering, but we know that the two candidates, Christian Zenith and Tim Shipley, will be here tonight to find out with the rest of us. President Caldera has made his decision, but he's going to make us all wait to hear it.

Yale: I'm not afraid though, JB. I know that whoever it is, they'll do a fine job, because they'll be hand-picked by Caldera himself! Of course, this is all a formality, because tonight is actually the night that Jay Terror takes over as the leader and icon of this company!

Bryan: Well, that's certainly the plan, but to do it he'll have to get back Jason O'Neil! Last year at this time O'Neil was inducted into the GCW Hall of Fame, and now he's back to throw a wrench in Terror's plans.

Yale: Those two have been locked in a bloody, all-out war as of late, JB. But tonight it comes to an end, and Jay Terror will serve notice to GCW that he's the man to beat!

Bryan: Well, one man who might take issue with that is the man most consider to be GCW's current icon, LeStatt Knight! Knight goes one on one with Clyde Fox, who, with a win tonight, can cement his status as perhaps the next top contender in GCW.

Yale: Which is why LeStatt will do us all a favor and beat that little pipsqueak in the center of the ring. Come on, Clyde Fox, GCW World Champion? That would be a disaster, JB.

Bryan: I don't know, Clyde has come a long way and he wants this match. But does he have what it takes to stand toe to toe with LeStatt Knight?

Yale: Of course not. He'll take one look at Knight and run away, JB. Hell, I'd be shocked if this match ends up happening at all.

Bryan: Well, one we know we'll be seeing for sure is the conclusion of the incredibly personal, emotionally charged rivalry between number one contender Vivica J. Valentine and GCW World Champion Andy Murray.

Yale: Murray's been on an amazing run, JB. He won the title at Rampage and he's taken on all comers. He's broken most of Valentine's records, but tonight Valentine will start a new run of her own.

Bryan: I can't believe you're picking Valentine after all the years of grief you've given her.

Yale: I'm not saying I like her, JB. But Andy Murray doesn't seem to have the spine to stand up to her, and she's going to make him pay!

Bryan: We'll just see about that, Dave. Andy Murray's evolved into one of the greatest champions we've ever had in GCW, but tonight he will be seriously tested by someone still very close to him. We've never seen him this emotionally challenged, and we'll find out just what both Murray and Valentine are made of in the night's main event.

Yale: Can we stop talking already? Let's get on with it!

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Bryan: You got it, Dave, it's time to kick this thing off!

There's no better way to kick off the biggest show of the year than having the richest prize outside of The World Heavyweight Title at stake. The GCW United States Title...

AXEL Action...

Dan Black...

RAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

The mammoth screen suspended above the ring displays the shot of AXEL and Black side-by-side.

Bryan: This raucous crowd cannot wait to get things underway here in Cowboys Stadium. And when you're in Texas, you either go big or go home, and folks; we are starting things off really big here tonight.

Yale: That's right JB! The fans see it up on the video screen. The GCW United States Title will be decided momentarily. AXEL Action takes on the champ, Dan Black in what should set the tone for a great NC-17!

Bryan: Implications of this match far outreach tonight though. If AXEL wins, he will reclaim what he believes something that he should never have lost. However, if Dan Black retains his title, then AXEL is going to have some hoops to jump through.

Yale: You betcha! AXEL will not only have to confess that Black is the greatest wrestler ever, but he'll also be facing a lawsuit!

Bryan: So much at stake in this match that it's almost possible to forget about the main prize itself! The glimmering United States Title. Thirty two times it has changed hands. Will tonight be number thirty-three?

Yale: Only three times has it changed hands at NC-17! Eva VanLorne being the first to accomplish that feat back in 2005.

Bryan: Lets send things to Joey Andrews, in the ring standing by.

Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen... WELCOME TO NC-17!

RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

Andrews: The opening contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, the challenger...

The opening to "Judith" by A Perfect Circle hits over the massive audio system, and the crowd springs to their feet, cheering loudly. The stage is engulfed with bright, blue lights as a silhouette figure appears out on stage. Flashbulbs crackle at the sight of the first GCW Superstar at NC-17.

Bryan: I can't even hear myself speak Dave!

Yale: WHAT?

He stops at the top of the ramp, lifting his star embroidered hood a bit so that he can gaze out at the fans. Tossing the hood back and revealing himself as AXEL Action, he thrusts his arms out to the sides in a crucifix pose as a shower of blue pyrotechnics explodes behind him.

RAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

AXEL comes into full view as he takes his hood-vest completely off, revealing his Dallas Cowboy-like attire. His royal blue pants are complimented by a sterling silver stripe down each pant leg side. AXEL's traditional face paint also reflects the home crowd team, as it is also royal blue with a silver stripe down the middle. A pair of Cowboy star logos replaces the traditional Japanese scripts under each respective eye of The Angel.

Yale: Oh and would you look at that! AXEL selling out just to get the crowd on his side.

Bryan: I really don't think that's the case Dave. The crowd has always loved AXEL. If anything, this is just showing respect for the people he is about to perform in front of.

AXEL makes the long trek to the ring as fans reach out to touch their hero.

Andrews: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan; AXXXXXXXXXEL ACTION!

RAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Action raises his hands up as he takes to the middle of the ring. The Texas crowd clearly behind the challenger.

'Ultimate Remix' by Jerrid Mendelson overtakes the stadium as steam shoots outward from the gargantuan stage.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Bryan: Well... everyone knows who that is.

Andrews: And introducing next, he is the reigning GCW UNITED STATES CHAMPION; DAAAAAAAAAAAAAN BLACK!

Fans turn their heads from the main entrance to the side of the stage as a bulldozer drives out from the back! The big yellow bulldozer has a Texas state flag draped over the front shovel as Dan Black rides it out to the side of the ramp.

Yale: LOOK! It's Dan Black! And he's arriving at NC-17 in style! This gives a whole new meaning to being The Bulldozer!

Bryan: Oh sure, you notice that stuff but you don't comment on how Dan Black also is buttering up this Texas crowd with that flag? So much for being impartial.

Black shuts the bulldozer down and jumps onto the ramp. He's sporting a more Texas themed costume, as his tights are navy colored with tassels and a Texas flag graphic located where your belt buckle would be. Not only that, but Black's wrestling boots are stylized like cowboy boots.

Yale: Hey JB, they both look spiffy. I'll give you that. But if this were a fashion show, the end result would be the same as the match; with Dan Black winning hands down!

With his US Title on his shoulder, Black takes his time walking down the aisle, ignoring the fans as he progresses. He finally reaches the ring where he is rather reluctant to hand over the title belt to David Fellows.

Bryan: You can feel the electricity building here folks!

The dying daylight still peers through the cavernous windows of Cowboys Stadium as the mob of people buzz in anticipation. David Fellows displays the belt to AXEL who kind of shrugs off looking at it, still battling within that he should have never lost it in the first place. Fellows hands the belt to Andrews as he exits the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

Bryan: And folks, NC-17 is underway!

Like the Super Bowl, World Series, Stanley Cup, or NBA Championship, light bulbs flicker fast and furious as the opening kickoff, pitch, puck drop, tip off... or in this case, punch is thrown.

WHACK!

Bryan: AXEL Action wasting no less than microseconds before slugging Dan Black one!

Yale: I think he caught him off guard! As soon as that third bell ring sounded, AXEL was on top of Dan Black! I agree JB, Dan Black probably thought that AXEL was going to stand there and ease into this match.

Fellows jumps in and pulls AXEL away from Black. Double A tries to get around Fellows but the zebra manages to corner him away. Black rises to his feet with a half smirk on his face. He touches his lip and checks it for bleeding but he's fine.

Bryan: It looks to me like Black's big bulldozer didn't do anything in way of an intimidation factor.

Yale: Just you wait JB. Dan Black has a game plan. And he's going to execute it to perfection in this perfect venue.

The first punch had been thrown. The ice was broken. Now it was truly time to dance. AXEL got his rage out. Now it was Dan Black's turn. Black shakes the shot off and ties up with AXEL. The two colossal figures wrench at each other before Black comes in with a knee.

Bryan: That just took the air out of AXEL's lungs right there!

AXEL backs up, holding his rib cage. Childlike, Black stands there and chuckles at his foe. It's not long before they lock up again though, and this time AXEL pushes Black into the corner. Action untangles his arms and starts delivering rapid body shots.

Yale: Duck and weave Danny! Duck and weave!

Bryan: Is that even a real boxing term?

Black covers up but all it does is draw attention to his head as AXEL slings his arms around like a bear clubbing its prey. Black finally pushes back with a spear-like head butt, sending AXEL stumbling back to the middle of the ring.

Yale: Attack Dan, attack!

Black does just that as The Bulldozer gains a head full of steam. He slams AXEL down with a clothesline, but is quick to pull him back up. Another short arm clothesline sends Action down. Black is quick to go for the cover.

...1!









...2!







...Kickout!

Not so easily as AXEL guides his shoulder off the mat. Black digs his fingers nails into AXEL's scalp as he pulls him back up. Action shoves his elbow firmly into Black's side, creating a little big of separation. That's all The Angel needs though as he fires himself off the ropes, landing a twisting splash on his foe!

Bryan: And that is what AXEL is going to need to stay sharp in this match. High-energy moves that motivate the crowd.

Yale: Not only that JB, but those moves might really make up for the size difference here. Dan Black isn't that much bigger, but there's no way he can move like that.

AXEL keeps it up as he sprints up to the top rope and nails an elbow drop!

RAAAAAHHHHHHH!

It's AXEL's turn as he hooks the leg.

...1!






...Kickout!

Not even a two count as Black nearly sits up completely. Regardless, AXEL rubs his forearm into Black's face as he gets up. Black meets his foe on his feet as they go at it again. Action misses with a high kick which allows Black to come in with a leg sweep.

Bryan: Clever move there by the savvy Dan Black.

Yale: He is the champion after all. I don't buy it for one second what AXEL Action says. Dan Black holds the gold; therefore he is the legitimate champion in my eyes. And it's with moves like this that prove his worth.

Bryan: Well we all know too well what is at stake here. Again folks, is AXEL Action wins, he'll become the US Champ, but if he loses, Dan Black will sue him for all he's worth.

Yale: It won't be worth much anyways because he won't have the kind of money that the US Champ would. But still, it is to prove a point.

Black locks his grip on one of AXEL's legs and tries to rip it as far away from the other leg as possible.

Bryan: And now look at this! Dan Black trying to make sure AXEL Action can't even walk out of here!

Yale: It's smart tactics JB. A high flyer can't fly without his legs. Black looks like he's trying to rip his hamstring completely apart!

AXEL reaches up in pain as Black leans back, not giving Double A a single opening. Finally, Black cracks Action's leg back in one violent motion before letting go. The Angel curls up right away as he reaches to his upper thigh.

Yale: And just like that the damage is done!

Bryan: I'm sure AXEL is more than ready to fight through the pain but one has to wonder if this will hinder his ability later on in this match.

AXEL grimaces but tries to shake things off as he assists himself getting up with the ropes. However, Black is on him quickly, sending both himself and AXEL over the top rope with a clothesline!

THUD!

Both men hit the floor hard as the first couple rows of spectators rise from their chairs. AXEL climbs to a knee before Black is up and pasting his foe with kicks. Action defends a few off as he jumps up and fights through the flurry of attacks with a drop kick! Black flies back to the guardrail where a bunch of fans heckle him.

Bryan: And there's AXEL using his speed right there.

Yale: He probably can't feel the pain because of the insane amount of adrenaline running through his body right now.

The Angel regains his composure as Black rushes him...

PING!

OHHHHHHHHHHH!

Yale: AXEL moved!

Bryan: And Dan Black jus met face first with the steel ring post!

The US Champ's head is left spinning as AXEL seizes the moment. Double A dives and spears Black to the ground before hammering away on him. Eventually, David Fellows slides out of the ring and pulls AXEL off Black. He warns him to get the action back in the ring because he doesn't want to count anybody out at such a special event.

RAAAAAHHHHHH!

The crowd takes consideration into AXEL's ignorance of the rules for once as he disregards Fellows' warnings and keeps on attacking Black.

Bryan: AXEL is like a man possessed!

Yale: Disqualify him ref! Or count him out! Do something!

Out of desperation, David Fellows tugs hard on AXEL's shoulder. But just while the ref is preoccupied, Dan Black manages to shove his shin into Action's groin... causing all sorts of pain.

BOOOOOOOOO!

Yale: Or that works too.

Bryan: A blatant cheap shot there by Dan Black!

Yale: And you don't call what AXEL was doing cheap? He had him pinned down defenselessly. Black was just repaying the favor!

AXEL rolls off as Fellows is left as confused as ever. Dan Black plays the good cop in front of the ref as he gets the action back into the ring.

Yale: Leave it to Dan Black, the obeyer of all rules to get things done.

Bryan: Gimmie a break. He's just buttering up the referee because AXEL didn't.

Back inside the ring, Black lifts AXEL high above his shoulders. He brings him down with a double throat slam! The crowd is left wondering if AXEL will even be able to carry on the match, let alone kick out as Black hooks both legs.

...1!








Bryan: This could be it!



...2!






...Kickout!

RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Bryan: No! And AXEL Action gets out of it!

Action shows signs of life even though his lower body has taken quite a beating. He can't, however, overpower Dan Black as he is pulled into a body press slam! Black keeps the intensity up by tossing Action into the corner, where he tries to gear up for a top rope move of some kind.

Bryan: And now look at this! Dan Black might be risking the momentum here as he is literally dragging a wounded AXEL Action up to the top rope!

Yale: I hear the fat lady singing already JB. Looks like the opening match wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

Both stand on the top turnbuckle as if they were on the highest peak, of the highest mountain in the world. Black arrogantly signals to the crowd before... getting thrown off to the outside by AXEL!

RAAAAAAHHHHHH!

THUD!

Bryan: AND DAN BLACK GOES FLYING!

Yale: WHAT!? NO WAY!

AXEL Action can't even believe he managed to toss Black aside as he stands there looking at his fallen foe. With Black's front side firmly planted in the safety mats just outside the ring, AXEL gets the crowd back into it by pointing around the stadium.

AXEL! AXEL! AXEL! AXEL!

Bryan: Listen to this crowd! It's electric!

Yale: Jump you stupid fool! That way you can break your other leg!

Bryan: But he'll surely hit Dan Black Dave.

Yale: It's worth the sacrifice.

Despite Yale's attempt at comedy, AXEL Action measured his fallen foe. Then The Angel launches himself, landing a shooting star press squarely on Dan Black!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Bryan: What a move! AXEL Action putting his body on the line, nailing Dan Black with a shooting star press on the outside!

Yale: He did it! He actually went ahead and did it. Is he stupid or something JB? Taking a risk that big with so much on the line?

Bryan: It's NC-17 Dave! You have to take major risks if you are willing to win.

David Fellows immediately slides out to check on both competitors. As good as they can be, they seem fine. AXEL's panting in pain can easily be heard as he still reaches for his thigh. Dan Black on the other hand, slowly rolls away, trying to get some space.

Yale: They are both hurt mister Fellows. I think you should call the match.

Bryan: Pfft. There'll be none of that Dave. And stop trying to come up with suggestions that would make Dan Black retain the title.

Both men do eventually rise back up, much to the delight of the crowd. They collide once more on the outside as fists of fury fly left and right! Their momentum shifts them back towards the main ramp way as David Fellows tries to intervene but is cautious about getting struck.

Bryan: I think the ref might have the best idea and just let them go at it sort of.

Yale: Are you kidding me? No ref should be scared! He's there to enforce the rules of the ropes JB! If he lets things get out of hand, then this might as well become a hardcore match.

Foreshadowing is a thing of beauty. Although, it didn't take a genius, or a wrestling fan to figure out that as they kept pushing each other back and forth, the large, looming figure of the bulldozer slowly came into view. About half a million people watching worldwide would be screaming at their entertainment sets saying 'USE THE BULLDOZER'.

WHACK!

Black got in the best shot of the exchange, sending AXEL down to his knees once more. This time David Fellows gets right into Dan Black's face, but Black simply shoves him aside.

Bryan: Black should really watch it here. I don't like the looks of this.

From his downed position, AXEL explodes forward as if he was DeMarucs Ware on a blitz. AXEL tackles Black, edging him off the ramp and down beside the bulldozer. Double A smells blood as he jumps down below. He looms over Dan Black. Finally, it was his time for redemption. After being so close so many times, it was going to be AXEL's turn.

Yale: I don't like the looks of this JB.

Bryan: They are right in front of the bulldozer Dave, and I think the cranks in AXEL's head are turning.

AXEL walks over to the massive shovel part of the bulldozer. He promptly unties the Texas flag from the top, folds it respectively, and then tosses it into the crowd. Black manages to get on all fours before AXEL comes in with a headlock. He pulls Black closer to the blade before planting Black's head into in with a DDT!

THUD!

Bryan: And AXEL Action just introduced The Bulldozer into the bulldzoer head first!

Yale: Disqualify that man ref! He broke the rules!

Bryan: I don't think that a weapon this size, that was brought down by the champ himself could be used as a vehicle for disqualification.

Yale: That's reee-dic! If Dan Black did it, he'd not only lose, but he'd be stripped of the belt. I'm sure of it.

David Fellows jumps down and separates AXEL from Dan Black. He remains hunched over, trying to see if Black is even conscious. AXEL then picks up Fellows and moves him away as he is clearly not finished...

WHACK!

Bryan: OH MY GOD!

Yale: WOW! Dan Black was playing possum!

Bryan: Black somehow lifted the shovel right into AXEL's face!

Yale: Now they are even JB.

Bryan: I don't think so! Look!

AXEL reacts as a tinge of red mixes in with his blue face paint. Indeed, he had been cut on his cheek, just below his right eye. Black seizes the moment and starts to drag AXEL up to the operators seat.

Bryan: This is getting way too dangerous, way too fast!

Yale: The Bulldozer is truly going to bulldoze his opponent!

The two stars battle each other until they are firmly stationed on the top of the bulldozer's roof. Black goes for a quick low blow but gets his chin caught when he leans over.

Bryan: LOOK AT THIS! AXEL HAS HIM!

Yale: GET OUT OF IT DANNY!

The crowd rises to their feet as they notice AXEL has him in position for Total Sacrilege. Black tries to wiggle his way out of the headlock but there is nowhere to go. The AXEL pulls Dan Black down along with him off the other side of the bulldozer and out of sight...

TOTAL SACRILEGE!

CRUNCH!

The bone breaking, goose bump chilling sound resonates through the stadium, as only some fans up near the entrance were able to see the gore head on. The camera quickly switches angles and shows AXEL Action lying beside a broke Dan Black. Both men pinched between the bulldozer and the ramp.

Bryan: OH MY GOD! WHAT HAS AXEL ACTION DONE!?

Yale: He could have killed them both! Especially with how Dan Black was heading off the top of the bulldozer.

The two men are down as David Fellows rushes over, not even concerned about the match anymore. While they are down, a clear replay shows AXEL lunging off the top of the bulldozer, landing Total Sacrilege on Dan Black to the very thin mat below.

Bryan: And just look at that replay folks! AXEL Action putting everything on the line trying to get back into this match and he ends up nearly decapitating himself.

Yale: Just himself? JB! He could have broken Dan Black's neck for all we know!

Fellows calls to the back for help as a few referees and EMTs come charging out. They tow a pair of stretchers with them as they look down at what is assumed to be the tragic end of the opening contest.

Bryan: I hate to say it but I think this match is over Dave. It looks like AXEL just went too far.

Yale: Hey I'm fine with that. If AXEL's stupidity costs him the title, then good. I'm happy for him.

The EMTs swarm the scene as AXEL is seens TRYING TO GET UP!

RAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

Bryan: No way. Simply put... there's no way.

Yale: Yeah... well... LOOK!

Not too far away from him, Dan Black sits up! Both men incredibly woozy, the EMTs urge them both to lay back down in case of possible spinal cord injuries. AXEL slices through the crowd and climbs up onto the main ramp, much to the delight of the crowd.

Bryan: They can't allow this match to continue. They just can't!

Yale: It's NC-17 baby! That means it's gut check time! They have to let this match keep going! There HAS to be a winner!

Black is helped up onto the ramp by the EMTs, but it's not long before he breaks free from their grasp and spears AXEL from behind!

BOOOOOOOOOOO!

RAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Mixed cheers ignite the crowd at the sight of the brawl. The EMTs and referees storm in and try to break up the duel, but they are either thrown off, or promptly smacked across the face!

Bryan: THESE TWO ARE RELENTLESSLY GOING AFTER EACH OTHER!

Yale: TAKE HIM OUT BLACK!

The two literally roll down half of the elongated entranceway before finally making their way back to the ring. David Fellows dives into the ring as the EMTs move closer.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Bryan: What's this?

Heads turn up to the main entrance as Dan Black's all-important lawyer walks into view. He's sporting a super-intimidating suit (if that's possible) along with his trusty brief case. He waltzes down to ringside where he heckles the EMTs to head to the back. He even goes as far as waving some fancy looking paper around to get them to move.

Bryan: And would you look at who it is!

Yale: Why... it's Dan Black's lawyer! And he's here giving the people what they want! They want the match to continue, so he's down here getting rid of the medical team.

The EMTs eventually mosey on out of view Black notices his buddy at ringside. However, he doesn't seem too thrilled as he limps over and tries to tell him to leave too.

Bryan: Ha! It doesn't look like Black appreciates the help at all. He wants to do this on his own Dave!

Yale: Yeah but if it wasn't for him coming down, those EMTs might have stormed the ring and halted this match for good.

Bryan: Look out!

AXEL sneaks up from behind and gingerly rolls Black up into a pin! Fellows drops to the floor immediately and begins the count...

...1!














...2!











...





...Kickout!

NOOOOOOOOOOO!

The crowd yells, as AXEL can't believe he missed this opportunity.

Yale: He kicked out! Phew! That was close!

Dan's lawyer jumps for joy on the outside as his presence both saved and nearly ended the match. AXEL wipes away the blood and paint from his face as he locks eyes with the lawyer. He stands there on the outside, raising his hands in innocence.

Bryan: AXEL should be very careful here!

Yale: He's vulnerable!

AXEL leans through the ropes and grabs Dan's lawyer by his sports jacket. The crowd rises up as AXEL plants a swift shot right on his chin!

RAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

But just as the crowd is on a high, Dan Black makes sure they come down and crash even lower. Black is up and waits for AXEL to turn back to the center of the ring before kicking him in the midsection and then thrusting his head down between him legs as a set up for a powerbomb. The crowd turns anxious as Black holds AXEL in position.

Bryan: HE'S GOT HIM!

Yale: YES! DO IT! DO IT! FINISH HIM OFF! GIVE HIM... THE BLACKOUT!

BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Black breaths in the moment as he can feel the crowd's hate bouncing off his body. And then in was time...

BLACKOUT!

THUD!

There's no sicker sound than a man being dropped from a good six feet off the ground, getting driven into the canvas. The crowd was parched for air. Even David Fellows had to look away as blood from AXEL's face splattered upon impact. An evil grin materialized across Black's face as he landed his signature sitdown powerbomb.

Bryan: NO! NO GODDAMMIT! NO!

Yale: IT'S OOOOOOOVERRRRRRRR!

Black leans in, looking down at AXEL Action. The Angel had fallen so far from where he was that his vision couldn't even see one foot in from of him. Fellows slides in with the count...

...1!












...2!




BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!





...

The crowd's disgust for the count was present. Everyone, on the edge of their seats... waiting for one last desperation kickout.

Bryan: KICK OUT AXEL! KICK OUT!





...











...3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Yale: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Bryan: No way.

Dan's lawyer gets up and jumps for joy like they just won the Super Bowl. Black rises off of AXEL, victorious.

Yale: He did it! He did it! Dan Black is the true United States Champion!

Bryan: No! I won't believe it! On the grandest stage of them all... AXEL Action put everything he had into in. And yet... he comes up... empty. DAMMIT!

Black flies out of the ring before Fellows can even raise his hand. He snatches his US Title belt and sprints to the back with his lawyer. But not before sliding in an assumed legal document into the ring.

Bryan: And look at that! Dan Black is out of here faster than he can spin a dradle!

Yale: Whoa! Look whose nose is out of joint! Just because your guy lost doesn't mean you have to be like this. Just accept it, Dan Black was the better man on this night.

Bryan: He might have been determined to be the better man on this night but I believe AXEL Action is truly the better man overall.

A hurt AXEL Action comes to. He slowly rises to his feet as the crowd applauds his heroic effort.

Bryan: AXEL will always be remembered for his great effort in this match. And that historic Total Sacrilege off the top of the bulldozer that nearly ended things itself.

The Angel notices the legal document by his feet. He picks it up and tears it to shreds!

Bryan: I can assure you one thing GCW... you have NOT seen the last of AXEL Action competing for championship gold... that, I promise you!

The scene fades as a bloodied and broken AXEL Action makes the lonely trek back up the ramp and finally, out of view.

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We cut to the parking lot, where Tim Shipley steps out of a taxi in a buttercup blue shirt and -- for the first time -- a tie, whose whiteness gleams in the murky exterior light. He pulls his charcoal suit jacket from the backseat and waves the prepaid driver away. Throwing his jacket over his shoulders, Shipley heads for the backstage entrance where two tall men in coats hide behind long lists of names. Just as he is about to approach the doormen, Kevin Jacobs bursts through the door, out of breath.

Jacobs: T-Tim -- Shipley -- ladies and gentlemen! The -- Just Wrestling owner -- is here tonight at NC-17!

Shipley looks curiously at the moustachioed interviewer.

Shipley: Are you alright? Are you -- you’re not having a heart attack, are you?

Jacobs eyes Shipley resentfully from his bent-over position with his hands on his knees and gasps out a reply.

Jacobs: I’m here just -- just to get a few words on -- your mindset going into -- to tonight’s big announcement...

The Englishman flashes a big grin.

Shipley: And what makes you think tonight is the big night? What’s to tell you Caldera didn’t call me last night at my hotel and say I had the job? Why I do I need a “mindset” for a foregone conclusion?

Jacobs looks warily at the Just Wrestling booker, not having expected such a confident reply.

Shipley: I’ll tell you what... what’s your name?

Jacobs: Kevin Jacobs.

Shipley eyes the interviewer, who is still panting and wheezing.

Shipley: Why don’t you run along and wait for the announcement like everybody else. When I’m in charge of GCW, you know I won’t hesitate to, ah, trim the fat...

Shipley diverts his gaze deliberately to Jacobs’ rather round stomach. With eyes bulging, the interviewer retreats without a further word, and we return to ringside.

Bryan: Tim Shipley making it sound like his control of GCW is almost a foregone conclusion!

Yale: JB, he may believe that himself. But you and I know Steven Caldera much better than Shipley possibly could. We saw Jay Terror playing both men last week, suggesting to both Shipley and Christian Zenith that he had their backs. He and Caldera are not remotely afraid to play games.

Bryan: That’s right Dave. It’s going to be interesting to say the least to hear what Caldera has to say later on. It certainly isn’t over ‘til it’s over.

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Bryan: Now hang on a moment, folks, we're being told that there's something going on backstage! We've got a camera on its way...

The shot cuts to a hustling cameraman, doing his best to keep the frame steady as he rushed toward a chaotic scene. The first steady image he manages to catch is a human body flying across the screen and landing with a massive crash into a stack of steel chairs. Finally the whole scene comes into view: ambushed in the backstage hallways, Jay Terror attempts to collect himself from the stack of chairs, while a pulsing Jason O'Neil bears down on him.

Bryan: Whoa! O'Neil and Terror and getting an early start to their fight!

Yale: These two have essentially been beating the hell out of each other at every opportunity, JB, and they're not waiting until their match to get this war going!

GCW security flocks to the scene and restrains O'Neil, whose burning eyes never turn from Terror as he struggles to press forward. Terror quickly picks himself up from the wreckage and launches himself at O'Neil, tackling the entire group of guards. As security regroups, Terror locks an arm around O'Neil's head and begins driving his free fist into the Scarecrow's face.

Bryan: Good God, this isn't just a prematch scuffle, these two are trying to destroy one another before their match even begins!

Yale: This is intense, JB! This has become more than just the legacies of Terror and O'Neil, this is bitterly personal. This isn't about the past or future, this is about two guys wanting to kill one another right here and now!

Bryan: Folks, we've got another match scheduled to come up, but we're going to stay right here and follow this battle!

A guard gets to his feet and pries Terror off of O'Neil, while two more keep O'Neil pinned to the ground. But Terror turns and grabs his guard by the head, rushing him backward and driving the man's skull into the concrete wall. The guard hits the floor in a heap and Terror acquires a nearby steel chair. With a wild swing he blasts another guard away from O'Neil, allowing O'Neil to knock the final guard back with a fist. Terror takes another huge swing, but connects with only floor as O'Neil dives out of the way.

Yale: Terror doesn't care who he has to hurt, JB! He wants to end O'Neil! He wants to prove that he's worthy of Caldera's trust!

Bryan: This is supposed to be the night that Jay Terror becomes the chosen one, but he's got to take care of business first! And from the look of things he has an all out war on his hands!

Terror readies another swing, but O'Neil lowers his head and drives Terror into the way. Terror drops the chair and O'Neil connects with a right hand, but Terror stops him with a knee to the midsection. O'Neil staggers away as the guards regroup and attempt to talk him down. But seeing that there's no stopping him, they simply follow as he pursues O'Neil down the hall.

Yale: They'd better not lay another hand on Terror, they're working for him after tonight!

Bryan: Well, not exactly, Dave, but it's clear this is supposed to be Terror's night! He'd better not mess around with O'Neil, though, or things could go seriously wrong!

Yale: O'Neil is washed up, JB, this is going to be his final curtain call, and it's coming at the hands of the man who is the future of this company!

Terror catches up to O'Neil, who has successfully lured him in. He spins and connects with a sharp forearm, then a boot to the gut. He grabs Terror by the hair and continues to lead him down the hall, where the backstage crew scatters to clear the way. They come to a large pair of swinging doors and O'Neil launches Terror into them, sending him flying into the next room. O'Neil and the cameraman enter the catering area, where a number of staff are enjoying a snack. Everyone immediately retreats as O'Neil leads Terror through the room, but Terror lifts him off the ground and drops him with a belly to back suplex onto a surprisingly sturdy table.

Bryan: God, they're just making their way through the backstage area.

Yale: This could really get out of hand, JB. I just hope they don't ruin the cinnamon rolls, I've had my eyes on those since this morning...

Terror turns and spies a massive metallic container of coffee on a catering table nearby. He grabs firm hold of it and flings it at the table, causing the lid to pop open and gallons of searing hot liquid to empty. O'Neil dives clear in the nick of time, avoiding massive burns and enabling him to deliver an uppercut. He lowers his shoulder again and drives Terror straight back, ramming him into the catering table and sending both men flying to the floor.

Bryan: And down they go again! There's nothing fancy about this, they're just engaged in a street fight!

Yale: This thing has always been about violence, JB, it's all O'Neil seems to know!

Bryan: I think it's about a little more than that, Dave, but violence is the only way this thing could possibly end.

The cameraman scurries around the table to find O'Neil on top, landing a few hard blows. Terror finally shrugs him off and gets to his feet, but again O'Neil tears into him. He throws wild fists that Terror has no hope of blocking, disorienting Terror until he trips over a table and disappears again.

Bryan: Whoa, over goes Terror, who seems to be getting overwhelmed by the older man here!

Yale: O'Neil has obviously come to fight, JB, but do you really think he can handle Jay Terror?

Bryan: Well, since Terror's return, where he received a favorable number thirty entry to Dangerous Games, we haven't seen him seriously tested! O'Neil is going to see just how healthy he is. Maybe this "better than ever" thing is just Caldera propaganda!

O'Neil reaches over the table to pursue, but Terror jumps up and pulls his head straight down into a large chocolate cake. O'Neil stands up covered in icing, and Terror quickly drills him with a hard right land before licking his knuckles clean.

Yale: Hey! That cake was for after the show!

Bryan: This thing may boil down into the most violent food fight of all time...

Terror slips over the table and kicks O'Neil on the kneecap, then leads him further into the room. He passes by Sally Ford, who backs up against a wall to let them pass. But Terror stops, an arm wrapped around O'Neil's head, and moves in close.

Terror: Don't look so scared, sweetheart. Tonight's the night all this becomes mine. That means as soon as I'm finished owning him, I'll own you. But don't worry, I'll let you get in on the...

Terror pauses and slowly moves his eyes up and down Ford's body.

Terror: ...ground floor.

Ford grimaces, but Terror is quickly cut off by a fist to the gut. Angered by the interruption, Terror drives a vicious knee into O'Neil's midsection and continues on.

Bryan: God, just disgusting.

Yale: Hey, President Caldera is stepping down tonight so that Terror can rule over all of this! I think he's earned the right to gloat a little bit!

Bryan: He hasn't earned anything! Even if he wins this match he won't have earned it, but still, he'd better focus on the Hall of Famer Jason O'Neil if he wants to keep gloating.

Terror keeps O'Neil in a side headlock and drags him toward the exit. He rams O'Neil's head hard into the door, which doesn't give.

Terror: Oh, sorry Jason, forgot to open that. After you.

Terror winds O'Neil up and slings him through the door, sending O'Neil sprawling into the next room. Terror follows him into another corridor, where more anonymous crew members are forced to hurry out of the way.

Bryan: Terror's not just out to hurt O'Neil, he's out to humiliate him. Look, I know Jason O'Neil has done some questionable things here in GCW, but he's still in the Hall of Fame, which is more than you can say for Jay Terror, and he's one of the most accomplished, dangerous wrestlers in the world.

Yale: I agree with all of that, JB.

Bryan: You do?

Yale: Yes! And look at what Jay Terror is doing to him!

As Terror enters the hall, O'Neil unexpectedly steps forward to meet him. He grabs Terror around the waist and overpowers him, delivering a belly to belly suplex that drives Terror into a concrete wall. Terror slides down the wall and lands square on his head, leaving O'Neil looming over him.

Bryan: Whoa, God! O'Neil just sent Terror flying head over heels, and suddenly this thing has turned around!

Yale: Like I was saying, Terror needs to respect O'Neil's ability and be cautious!

Bryan: Yeah, you're a brilliant strategist.

The crowd watching on the big screen roars as O'Neil grabs Terror off the floor and leads him down the hall. He finally comes to a clearing in the hallway and backs Terror into the wall. He winds up and unloads a heavy Irish whip, driving Terror hard into the opposite wall. O'Neil quickly crosses and winds him up again, sending him right back across. A third time O'Neil whips Terror across the hall, and this time Terror can only stumble away.

Bryan: Bang, bang, bang, Terror must feel like he's in a pinball machine!

Yale: It's been a while since we've seen anything like this in GCW, JB. This was supposed to be a big-time match taking place in the ring, but it looks like it's going to be a no-nonsense hardcore brawl throughout the entire arena!

Bryan: We should make it clear, fans, that this match, if you can call it that, has not officially started. This is not a falls-count-anywhere match, this is not officially a hardcore bout. This is just two men who simply couldn't wait to tear into one another. Eventually we have to assume this thing will be settled in the ring.

Yale: That's assuming Terror doesn't dismember O'Neil before they can even get there, JB.

Bryan: Or vice versa.

Yale: Whatever.

Terror escapes through another set of heavy doors, but immediately hits the brakes when he is met by raucous cheers. O'Neil takes advantage and cracks Terror in the back with a double axe. Terror hits the deck but now O'Neil freezes, finding himself surrounded by dozens of surprised fans.

Bryan: Hey, they're out in the concession area!

Yale: God, look at that, this building is like a country club...

Security is already on the scene, doing their best to keep the swarming fans at bay. O'Neil forgets them and picks Terror back up to drive his face into a nearby table. He then leads Terror to another table, where a pair of fans are enjoying hot dogs. The fans scatter as Terror reverses and drives O'Neil's skull into the table. He then flips O'Neil over, grabs a hot dog, and jams it down his throat.

Yale: Uhh... A lot of comments are coming to mind about that, none of which I'm allowed to say on the air.

Bryan: Probably a wise decision there, Dave.

O'Neil chokes and kicks Terror away, spitting out the hot dog in his face. The crowd cheers wildly as wheels around with a tall plastic chair in hand, driving it into O'Neil's midsection and causing it to crack on impact. O'Neil hits the ground hard and Terror walks to a nearby concession counter. He pushes a fan aside, stepping in front of a concession worker who is holding a fresh Budweiser. Terror grabs the beer and then hops onto the counter, turning to face the gathering crowd.

Terror: Do you like what you see?

The fans boo angrily as Terror simply scoffs and takes a big drink of his beer.

Terror: Get used to this! All of this, all of you, this all belongs to me!

O'Neil arrives to interrupt Terror's speech, but Terror slows him by tossing his beer into his eyes. O'Neil stops and Terror leaps, connecting with a cross body that drops O'Neil to the carpeted floor.

Bryan: God, just disgusting. Terror thinks this match is just one big coronation!

Yale: Enjoy it, JB, we're witnessing the crowning of a new icon. This is exciting!

Bryan: Well, not only is Jason O'Neil still standing his way, I can think of a few other wrestlers in this company who might take exception to Terror being labeled the icon by the powers that be. An icon isn't made by the company, he's made by the crowd.

Yale: Well just take a look at all the people that have left their seats to watch Terror beat the hell out of O'Neil! They may be booing but you can't deny that he attracts attention!

Lifting O'Neil back up, Terror continues shouting at the growing crowd. But O'Neil drives him back and launches him over the counter and behind the concession stand. He quickly slides over and begins driving more fists into Terror's exposed face.

Bryan: God, O'Neil explodes again! This guy just won't stay down!

Yale: I don't know, JB, Terror seems to be treating him like a minor annoyance. If he just focuses for a few moments O'Neil will be a goner.

Bryan: Well Terror keeps using this battle as an opportunity to flaunt his soon-to-be-handed-down status.

Yale: It should happen before too long, JB! As of this moment President Caldera is still in charge, but in just a little while he'll be stepping aside and GCW will become the Jay Terror Show!

Bryan: Well right now Jay Terror's face is being made even uglier by the fists of The Scarecrow!

O'Neil stands and grabs a handful of hair, dragging Terror through the concession area and into the kitchen. A row of cooks in hairnets stands next to a series of fryers, and even they stop and cheer as the two wrestlers make their way through the kitchen. O'Neil spies a large metal pot hanging from a rack and grabs hold of it, then promptly drive it right into the top of Terror's skull.

Bryan: God, this is a really dangerous place to be fighting!

Yale: Yeah, we're at a sports venue, JB, everything's deep fried...

Bryan: Thankfully it doesn't seem like they're sticking around, O'Neil's taking him out.

O'Neil walks right through the kitchen, still dragging Terror behind him. He slings him out into the hallway, a plain white corridor that appears to be completely vacant.

Bryan: Where's he going?

Yale: I can't imagine O'Neil knows, JB, they're way back in the gallows now!

O'Neil: I'm doing you a favor, Jay. What I do to you tonight will be a lot less painful than what will happen to you later.

Bryan: O'Neil's now talking to Terror... What's that supposed to mean?

Yale: Who knows, JB, he's crazy.

The two men reach an opening, a wider hallway where a few men are busy moving boxes. O'Neil leads Terror to the left, then slings him up against the wall. He drives a few fists into his midsection, then moves Terror toward the center of the wide hall. He begins laying in heavy haymakers to the side of the head, backing him toward a large staircase.

Bryan: Watch out, they're going down! O'Neil's going to try to break Terror's neck!

Yale: This guy's delusional, JB, I don't know what he thinks he's doing here but he's definitely not doing him any favors!

Terror finally manages to block a right hand and kicks O'Neil dangerously low in the midsection. O'Neil doubles over in pain and Terror reverses course, now punching O'Neil toward the stars.

Bryan: Watch out, counter by Terror!

Terror winds up and connects with a huge right hand, sending O'Neil sprawling down the stairs. He bounces off the steps for a good twenty feet, before finally ramming into the wall at the bottom of the well.

Bryan: OH GOD! Down goes O'Neil! He just fell down that staircase!

Yale: Help! He's fallen and he can't get up! Someone check to see if he broke a hip!

Bryan: God Almighty, O'Neil's seriously hurt here! And Terror's loving it!

Terror struts down the steps to continue the assault, but the cameraman doesn't follow. Terror pulls O'Neil up and continues beating on him, battering him out of sight. After a moment the shot returns to ringside, where Bryan and Yale sit breathless.

Bryan: I guess we're finally unable to follow them any further, fans. We'll continue to monitor this brawl as it continues through the night. And hopefully someone will eventually get them to the ring so this match can officially begin!

Yale: It's going to be a night-long celebration for Terror, JB! He's going to beat Jason O'Neil into oblivion right up until the moment President Caldera steps down, and then he'll finish him off!

Bryan: I'm not counting O'Neil out, Dave. This man's the most dangerous wrestler in GCW history, and Jay Terror's not giving him the proper respect. He'd better get him to the ring and wrestle this thing properly, or he's really playing with fire.

Yale: I don't know, JB. What was that O'Neil said to him? There's a lot of history, a lot of bad blood at work here. I'm not sure we'll ever truly know what's going on in O'Neil's head.

Bryan: The man's a mystery to be sure, Dave. We're going to move on with NC-17, fans, but we'll continue to keep you updated!

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Bryan: Ladies and gentlemen, we're all set for our next match of the night! And as the GCW NC-17 program mentions, this 3-way match has title implications by helping to establish the next possible contender for the Television Title.

Yale: Yeah. You know a match isn't very exciting when it's so under-talked about that you have to consult the program in order to fabricate excitement, JB.

Bryan: I disagree. Steele has a lot to prove if he hopes to move up the card in GCW, and we've already witnessed the talent of Kris Michaels. And PAZUZU, THE DARKNESS...well, whatever you think of the man, he sure is a beast in the ring, Dave.

Yale: To compare PAZUZU to a beast is to insult the intelligence of animals who fall into that category, but he has somehow been getting by his opponents. And Steele does have a lot to prove after being one of them. Michaels, may be someone to watch, but he seems to have hit a rough patch lately.

Bryan: Interesting perspective, Dave. I guess we'll find out.

The lights dim down and the rowdy crowd quiets down in anticipation. 'Always Strapped' plays over the loud speakers and pyros go off on the corners of the stage. The curtains open and out comes Bishop Steele and Alexis Gunnz. Bishop stops on the middle of the stage and looks around at the crowd as he soaks in the essence of the hype and screaming.

'The essence of the hype,' unfortunately, involves him ducking as several half-full Hype energy beverages come flying at him at all directions.

Yale: Looks like 5-Hour Energy's new drink is not a marketing success.

Bryan: Agreed.

Steele looks at Alexis and nods to her in order signal that it's time. He then makes his way down to the ring with Alexis right behind him and climbs into the ring. Alexis poses in front of him and pyros go off on the corner posts of the ring as the lights come back on.

Andrews: Our first competitor, hailing from Miami, Florida, standing at 6-feet-and-five-inches tall, and weighing in at 255 pounds... 'True Perfection,' Bishop Steeeeele!

Steele nods his head in appreciation but his celebration is cut short as the gates of hell are violently flung open...which are, coincidentally, connected to the beginning of the entrance ramp.

Yale: Good grief.

PAZUZU, THE DARKNESS strides confidently forward with an i-Pod Nano in-hand, even though a few more Hype bottles fly toward him. He is proudly accompanied by his minion imp, Gnark. Gnark is especially rambunctious tonight, jawing at a number of confused fans as he holds Kris Michaels' stolen MMA title belt above his head.

Bryan: Michaels is probably going to take exception to this, Dave.

Yale: Why would he? Gnark and him and probably in the same weight class.

Bryan: Touche, but not so. I shudder to think what would happen if Michaels got his hands on the little guy.

A swirl of black and red smoke encapsulate the center of the arena as Skittles rain down upon unsuspecting fans. And due to GCW's contract with this year's sponsors, 5-Hour Energy drinks and sample bottles of Cialis also fall from the rafter, attached to small parachutes, of course, so as to reduce GCW's liability.

Yale: Is it just me or did our marketing initiatives go off the deep end this year?

Bryan: Well, they chose the right guy's entrance for "off the deep end" at least.

Meanwhile, PAZUZU enters the ring and gates of Hell close for the time being.

Andrews: And the second opponent, hailing from The Seventh Layer of Hell, standing at six-feet-nine-inches tall, and weighing in at 300 pounds, he is PAZUZU, THE DAAAAAARKNESS!

Almost immediately following the closing of the gates of hell, "Papercut" by Linkin Park begins to play over the loudspeakers, causing many of Dallas' disgruntled 14-year-olds to angrily reflect upon their hidden fears and rebel against their non-existent middle-class struggles.

Yale: There will certainly be a few school shootings tomorrow, JB.

Bryan: Bite your tongue. Looks like Michaels can't figure out where all the debris came from.

Andrews: And our final opponent, hailing from Toms River, New Jersey, standing at five-foot-eight-inches-tall, and weighing in at 190 pounds, he is Kris, 'The Executioner,' Micheaaaaaaels!

Kris Michaels is all business, hustling down to the ring with his eyes focused on his opponents, though he has to pick his way through the marketing detritus and a few more thrown Hype cans. On his way to the ring he suddenly veers off to chase after Gnark who is still in possession of his belt. Gnark wisely enters the ring and heads for the protection of his master. Gnark slides between the legs of PAZUZU, and Michaels attempts to follow the imp's path but is stomped on the back of his head for his troubles.

The referee immediately calls for the bell and then shoos the gnarled minion out of the ring.

Yale: Oh! Big boot to the head by PAZUZU to start the match.

PAZUZU immediately scoops up the prone body of GCW's resident MMA star and presses him far above his head. Not wanting to be left out of the match, Steele lurches forward and nails the PAZUZU in the gut with a boot of his own. PAZUZU releases Kris Michaels as he falls to his knees. Unfortunately, Michaels falls awkwardly on top of PAZUZU's head and catches one of the Viking horns underneath the ribs.

Bryan: Ohh! That's gotta hurt. Kris Michaels is punctured by PAZUZU's horn.

Yale: Wow. I've never seen a human cabob stick before. Are those things legal?

Steele happily takes advantage of the situation by pulling Michaels down into a swift DDT. Steele wisely decides not to try the quick pin and instead boots PAZUZU in the side of the head. He lays into the big man's side with a series of hard stomps before turning to grab the punctured body of Kris Michaels.

Without warning the MMA fighter stirs to life and dodges Steele's grasp. Michaels immediately kicks Steele in the knee cap before taking him down in a kimura.

Bryan: Michaels is showing his technical proficiency here.

Steele defends the arm lock by pulling Michael's head down into his chest. Michaels releases the hold and gets to his feet, beckoning Steele to do the same. Steele nods and gets to his feet only to be caught with a stiff leg kick. He backpedals momentarily, giving Michaels an opportunity to execute a perfectly distanced roundhouse kick.

Bryan: Michaels goes for the pin.

1...

2...

Steele kicks out with relative ease. Michaels attempts to mount Steele from the side again but is caught in Steele's, well, steel grip. Steele gets to his feet while still maintaining control of Kris Michael's body and suplexes him over his head. Right into the arms of PAZUZU, THE DARKNESS!

PAZUZU lifts Michaels high above his head before slamming him down on top of Steele.

Bryan: PAZUZU just used Michaels as a weapon.

Yale: Great. The ape has evolved to the point of using tools. Now we're in for it.

With Steele and Michaels momentarily laid out, PAZUZU takes the opportunity to rip the padding off from the turnbuckles.

Bryan: PAZUZU is looking to take the ferocity up a notch.

Yale: Yes. It looks like PAZUZU is about to test Steele's mettle. No pun intended.

Bryan: Riiiight.

With the final layer of padding removed, PAZUZU turns to raise his arms toward the fans for a moment, receiving an admittedly mixed reaction. Then, he turns and begins to...

Bryan: Wait a minute. Is he bashing his own head against the turnbuckles?

Yale: Uh...it appears so.

PAZUZU uses one hand to ram his own head against the metal plating while using the other to begin the 'ten count.' Momentarily confused, the fans begin to pick it up after a while...

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

By now a thick pool of blood is forming under the demon's mask and drips onto the mat.

Bryan: Folks, this is just bizarre.

EIGHT!

NINE!

TE...NO!

Without warning, Steele interrupts the one-man show by bulldogging PAZUZU into the mat, much to the chagrin of the GCW fans.

Yale: So Steele slips in to save PAZUZU...from himself.

Dragging PAZUZU to his feet, Steele begins to lay into the big man with a series of hard blows to the side of the head. He boots PAZUZU in the midsection, causing the demon to double over. Steele gets a good grip on PAZUZU'S lady underpants, preparing to suplex him.
Yale: I wouldn't grab him by those. I don't care if it's the only way to pick him up.

Meanwhile, Kris Michaels gets to his feet. He aims high as if to kick at Steele's head but then thinks better of it. Instead, he focuses his attention on the bigger man and starts wearing away at PAZUZU'S legs with a series of hard kicks.

Bryan: This could get interesting.

Meanwhile PAZUZU grabs the bare turnbuckle, preventing Steele from lifting him far enough off from the mat to gain the leverage needed to perform the maneuver. Using his brute strength, PAZUZU kicks Michaels back with one boot, and then pushes off from Steele with his arms, getting just enough distance for him to turn and mule-kick Steele in the area that, well, some people claim is made of steel...

Yale: Ooh. Right in the baby-maker.

Bryan: Indeed.

PAZUZU opportunistically grabs Steele for a suplex of his own. Struggling with Steele, who is not a much smaller man, somehow PAZUZU manages to drag the exhausted competitor up to the top of the turnbuckle with him.

Bryan: PAZUZU is looking to perform something dangerous here.

Yale: Somehow PAZUZU and 'top rope' just don't go together in my mind JB.

PAZUZU hoists Steele up and suplexes Steele over the top, sending the big man crashing to the concrete below.

Bryan: Wow! PAZUZU may have inflicted some serious injury on Steele with that one.

Yale: Bah. GCWers have a decent health care policy. Nothing to worry about, people.

PAZUZU stays at the top of the ropes, surveying the damage below. With a mighty roar he bounces once, using the extra momentum to hurl himself....

In the total opposite direction of where Steele is laid out, instead taking out an entire section of protective fencing.

Bryan: WHAT WAS THAT!?

Yale: I am so confused right now.

Bryan: Yep. It appears that PAZUZU just committed some act of...well, I don't know what to call it. But regardless, all three competitors are now down and out.

Gnark the imp hobbles over to PAZUZU where he jumps up and down in joy at the sight of the bloodied mess of his master.

Yale: I am thoroughly confused now. PAZUZU has just wrecked himself, seemingly on purpose.

Back in the ring, Kris Michaels gets slowly to his feet, shutting out the pain of his aching head and the torn flesh under his ribcage.

Bryan: Watch out, imp! Looks like Michael's wants his belt back.

Indeed, Michaels launches himself over the top of the ropes and tackles Gnark to the floor.

Gnark: Rape! Rape! Raaaape!

Michaels angrily grits his teeth, throwing a fury of punches at Gnark's unprotected face.

Yale: I haven't seen that much little-man carnage since the scene in 'Willow' where that pig-thing attacks the midget village.

Convinced that the imp has learned a good enough lesson, Michaels stops pounding the defenseless little man. He reaches down and begins to remove his treasured belt.

Bryan: Look out, Kris!

As is often the case in professional wrestling, even though every fan in the entire audience indicates that someone is behind him, Michaels refuses to turn and take a peek. Instead, he's caught off-guard as Steele grabs him from behind and tosses him back into the ring.

Michaels rolls to his feet and meets the oncoming Steele with a boot to the midsection as PAZUZU begins to stagger to life on the floor outside. With Steele doubled over Michaels locks on a headlock and drops him in a swift DDT, going for a quick cover.

1...

2...

PAZUZU scrambles back into the ring, just far enough to yank Michaels by the ankle and allow Steele to get a shoulder up.

Bryan: Nice attempt by Michaels, but nobody's willing to go down and stay down yet.

Michaels wastes no time in getting to his feet and laying an unrefined boot to the head of PAZUZU before pulling up a struggling Steele by his arm. He twists it around and behind him in an armlock and then attempts to sweep his legs from underneath him, but PAZUZU has gotten up and peels Michaels off with hard shot to the back of the head.

Bryan: Oh! PAZUZU breaking up what was about to be a fine display of MMA technique.

Yale: About to be doesn't count for much JB.

PAZUZU lifts Michaels up onto his shoulders and drops backward into a thunderous neckbreaker, but before he can rise, Steele recovers himself enough to land a vicious kick to his midsection. He takes a run at the ropes and on the rebound leaps up into a frog splash. However, PAZUZU, pulls his knees up and lands with his ribs instead, rolling off and grabbing his ribs in pain.

Bryan: And an opportunistic move backfires for Bishop Steele, meanwhile, I think Kris Michaels has been crushed under the weight of both men.

Yale: It's a wonder he isn't a pancake after that and that's not to mention he was gored earlier.

Indeed as PAZUZU gets up Michaels struggles to roll over looking much the worse for wear. PAZAZU looks back and forth between his two opponents and finally picks up Steele, lifting him over his shoulder, but as he does, Michaels regains some life and leaps, grabbing Steele's head and trying to wrench downward and pull both men down. PAZUZU spins and knocks Michaels into the corner with Steele's feet as if he were a baseball bat. The he drops Steel onto his knew in a brutal spinebuster.

Steele staggers to one side and PAZUZU grabs his arm and flings him into the corner onto the lolling figure of Michaels and then charges the corner landing a full body slam on top of both men. Steele stumbles back out of the corner while Michaels tumbles to the side and PAZUZU boots him through the ropes before grabbing Steele's arm. He whips out a 5 hour energy (don't ask from where, you don't want to know) and gulps it down.

Bryan: Shit here comes the Lawsuit!

Yale: What, for drinking 5 hour energy? They're our sponsor!

Bryan: No, the move!

Yale: Oh, yeah that. I was hoping he was wearing down.

Far from it, PAZAZU lifts Steele up onto his shoulder and points his head downward as for a piledriver, but gets some spin on it, slamming Steele to the canvas with a resounding smack. He looks at him a moment as if confused.

Bryan: Looks like that isn't exactly what PAZUZU had in mind, but it was actually a nice modified Michinoku driver.

Yale: Ok, so he pulled off something that resembled technically sound and now he has no idea what to do. How about COVER HIM?

As if in response to this PAZUZU seems to have a light bulb moment and drops down into a cover just as Michaels drags himself back to his feet.

1!

...

Michaels finds the ring apron but seems to be having trouble adjusting the vertical and the horizontal.

2!!

...

Michaels rolls into the ring.

... but too late.

3!!!

Bryan: And PAZUZU, the Darkness wins it! What a huge win for the big guy from uh...

Yale: The 7th layer of Hell. Uh huh. Huge win and darkness descends on the television title scene. Honestly I can't imagine this guy in the ring with either Cheap Labor or Tempest, depending on who comes out of tonight's match champion.

Bryan: I don't know about that Dave. It sounds like it would be an entertaining combination no matter how it came down. And after such a hotly contested match and good showings by Michaels and Steele, can they be far behind?

Yale: Looks like Michaels is more interested in retrieving his MMA title at the moment.

Indeed, Michaels, having lost the battle has returned his attention to the war and rolls back out of the ring taking off after Gnark while his master celebrates in the ring. While PAZUZU gyrates to some unheard melody and the crowd shrieks with laughter, Gnark rounds the corner of the ring, squawking for help before taking off up the ramp with Michaels in hot pursuit. PAZUZU grabs his own horns in dismay and follows suit.

Yale: Well at the very least the TV title scene just got weirder. And it was already weird.

Bryan: True enough and speaking of weird,coming up shortly we have our Glass table match with Donny Diamond, SurReal and Lori Equinox.

Yale: Good! I was going to complain about having to watch those three losers, but I take consolation in the knowledge that one of them is going to die tonight.

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Bryan: Well fans, as the night presses on we get closer and closer to what we expect to be President Steven Caldera's last appearance as acting head of GCW.

Yale: This is a sad, sad night, JB. I don't care what anyone says, whoever Caldera picks won't be half as good as he was.

Bryan: Kevin Jacobs is backstage once again, and he's right outside the President's office.

The next shot finds the tuxedoed Jacobs standing attentively outside an nondescript wooden door. Massive windows peer into the office beyond the wall, but they are shrouded by drawn blinds and curtains. A large Dallas Cowboys logo is emblazoned on the glass, giving the impression that the office is usually used by someone of great influence within a massive organization.

Jacobs: JB, Dave, I'm here outside the office of President Caldera. President Caldera is inside right now making what we can only assume are his final plans as the head of Global Championship Wrestling. Of course Caldera will remain the owner of GCW and won't be giving up any actual shares of the company, so some have expressed skepticism about this departure. But from the vibes we're getting here in the backstage area, this definitely feels like a major change is about to take place.

Bryan: Kevin, has the President spoken with anyone tonight? Do we have any indication about which way he's leaning?

Jacobs: Not yet. Caldera set up shop here at Cowboys Stadium on Thursday and has been busy working since then. Aside from his appearance at FanFest, where he was characteristically tight-lipped, Caldera hasn't given any clue whatsoever about who he will tap to take charge of GCW this week.

Yale: We've heard from Tim Shipley and from Christian Zenith tonight, and both sounded pretty confident. One of them is going to get this job tonight, but what will happen to the one who doesn't?

Jacobs: That's a great question, one I'm afraid I don't have an answer for, Dave. Remember, Tim Shipley has a talent contract with GCW. If Zenith is tapped to continue in his role as Commissioner, Shipley will likely stay and honor that contract. But if Shipley gets the job, well, Christian Zenith might find himself out of the company altogether. It's too soon to say for sure, but obviously the stakes are incredibly high here tonight.

The camera returns to the stadium, where the enormous crowd buzzes in anticipation. The massive HD video screen presents the faces of the two men, Zenith and Shipley, engaged in a quiet showdown.

Bryan: Thanks very much, Kevin. Dave, you said it before, this really is a big moment for GCW.

Yale: Well, you've got to ask yourself what kind of company we're going to walk into next week at WorldWide. If it's Zenith, will he quickly try to put his own signature on GCW after two years of lying low? If it's Shipley, will GCW suddenly start to look like Just Wrestling? I mean, things could look and feel much, much different next week.

Bryan: I admit I'm nervous about what kinds of changes we might see. There's really no telling what will happen, or if anything will happen at all. After all, this whole thing is just to continue the Caldera regime in the name of Jay Terror, so will the spirit of GCW really change?

Yale: Well, I don't think the spirit of GCW can change, JB, but things will no doubt be different. I just hope Caldera does the right thing and picks Christian Zenith.

Bryan: You're pulling for Zenith to get the job?

Yale: He's been doing the job for two years and he's stayed out of Terror's way. What more could Caldera ask for?

Bryan: Well, Shipley's a hot name right now and Caldera might want to harness that creativity and that fresh thinking. Zenith may be a little too similar to Caldera himself for Caldera to trust him.

Yale: Caldera's been looking for a replacement for years, JB, but we've never seen a clear vision of what it is he's looking for.

Bryan: I guess we'll just have to wait and see, but we shouldn't have to wait too much longer. The Caldera Era in GCW is coming to a close tonight, and it shouldn't be too much longer now.

Yale: Well good, let's get on with things so we can put an end to this mystery!

Bryan: It's time for the glass tables match! Here we go.

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"Forevermore" by Shadows Fall blasts across the arena speakers and the lights dim down to near complete darkness.

A figure stands within the entranceway, shrouded in smoke. The figure stands completely still for a moment before erupting out onto the aisle. All the lights in the arena illuminate in a dark red glow as Lori Equinox presents himself before the sell out crowd. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as Lori stands and raises his arm into the air. He takes the atmosphere from around into his lungs with a deep breath and a smile before moving slowly towards the ring. The first thing he meets though is a ladder, placed in the center of the aisle.

With his attention turned to the ladder Lori decides to ascend it and sit on it, taking in the view from the top step. He nods his head around to all the fans in his view and even gives a few a thumbs up.

Andrews: Ladies and Gentlemen! The following contest is a GLASS TABLES TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at two hundred sixty five pounds... LORIII EEQQQUUUIINOOOXXXXX!

Bryan: So folks, it's the somewhat unstable Lori Equinox first out, in a match that is the NC-17 debut of all three participants.

Yale: JB, glass tables! Have you ever seen a glass tables match before?

Bryan: As far as I know, there has only ever been one in before in the history of the sport, the winner than night was SurReal, and his opponent was Donny Diamond.

Yale: So you would have to imagine that Equinox will be the underdog going in to this one, given he has no experience in this kind of match-up?

Bryan: I don't know if you can honestly ever call someone as unpredictable as Equinox an underdog Dave!

After he's had enough time messing around at the top of the ladder Lori gets himself down quite quickly and decides to run to the ring. After sliding under the bottom rope he makes his way to the far right turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope. He raises his right arm and takes in the response from the crowd.

He then looks over to the ring announcer and asks him for a microphone. Staying on the top rope he grabs the microphone off the announcer and brings it to his lips. Obviously his right index finger comes also letting everyone know what time it is.

Equinox: Now hush my friends. Yes I said my friends. I have a proposal for you all. You see I may have acted like I usually do the last number of weeks but it's only cause I was forced into a corner. I am saying this because when I arrived here in GCW I had told people that my ways had changed but it would seem that old habits die-hard. I came here looking for a fresh start, a new way of life but what have I got myself into? Am I now standing here because I have too much pride to let this pass me by? Am I here because I want to hurt SurReal and Donny? Or am I here because I want to entertain all of you in Arlington, Texas?

The crowd lets out a small cheer of appreciation.

Equinox: I will have you know that it is all these things. So if you want anyone to win tonight please let it be Lori Equinox. Don't cheer on the husband of darkness Donny Diamond and don't cheer on the Tribal "Slightly" Warrior SurReal... because at the end of the day you'll be surely disappointed. I will be the one walking out of here victorious tonight. Nothing can stop me, not even hell fire itself!
The fans are still trying to decide how to react to Equinox when suddenly the lights in the arena go out and the crowd becomes completely silent, as they are not sure what to expect. A loud screaming voice can be heard over the PA system.

"YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE ME! YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE DONNY DIAMOND!"

Flames erupt from the end of the aisle and they quickly burn towards the stage; encasing it. Bolts of lightning strike down onto the stage over and over until two pillars of flame flow endlessly on each side of the stage. "Hollowed" by Submersed begins playing on the speakers in the arena.

~I'm all I haven't won~
~Lift me up my soul's so hollow~
~Lift me up~

~You take~
~The breath you didn't make~
~What's left you did forsake~
~Lift me up my soul's so hollow~
~Lift me up my soul's so hollow~

Filling the arena is an eerie red light as an upside down cross begins to lower from the rafters down towards the stage. Strapped to the cross with his head leaning down is Donny Diamond dressed in his normal attire.

~You can make me scream internally~
~You can make me breathe eternally~
~Yeah~

~You see~
~The things I cannot change~
~The things that make me plain~
~Lift me up my soul's so hollow~
~Lift me up~

As the cross reaches the stage Donny Diamond steps off and throws his arms into an "X" across his chest and the cross is engulfed with flames. He looks to each side at the crowd as they flood him with jeers. He begins walking down the aisle, but stops at the ladder in the middle and then throws his arms into the air causing a bolt of lightning to strike the top of the ladder.

Andrews: And making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred forty two pounds, DONNY DDDDDDDDDIAMONDDDD!

~We've made~
~All from the sum of none~
~All that we have become~
~Lift me up my soul's so hollow~
~Lift me up my soul's so hollow~

~You can make me scream internally~
~You can make me breathe eternally~

~You can make me scream internally~
~You can make me breathe eternally~
~Yeah~

Passing the ladder he makes his way to the ring and stares at Equinox inside the ring for a moment. Stepping onto the steps he climbs onto the apron and then crosses into the ring by passing above the middle rope.

~Fill, fill what's in me~
~Fill, fill what's in you~
~Fill, fill what's in me~
~So my soul's not left so hollow~

~You can make me SCREAM~
~You can make me BREATHE~

The entrance theme comes to an end as Diamond drops his coat and glasses to the ground. Looking to Equinox he points over at the glass tables circle the ring on all but the entrance side. Making the "X" formation on his chest again causes the flames to die down and a loud scream can be heard once more.

"WELCOME TO MY LIVING NIGHTMARE!"

Bryan: Two down, one to go. Next up is someone you've really taken a liking too since debuting way back at Rampage Dave; SurReal!

Yale: SurReal might not be the biggest man in the fight, but he is one of the finest scientific wrestlers we've ever seen here in GCW.

Bryan: Agreed, although over these last few months, his undoubted skills inside the squared circle have counted for nothing, the Irishman is without a win since October! Granted he has only been wrestling a part-time schedule whilst recovering from a few niggling injuries, but that won't come as any consolation to a perfectionist such as SurReal, he will be determined to come out of NC-17 as the winner.

Yale: Of course he will, don't you know he is undefeated in glass tables matches JB!

Bryan: Of course I did Dave, I just informed you of it!

Yale: Oh yeah, so you did.

The commentators are interrupted at that moment by the crashing guitars of Chromium as "Ex Amino" blares out and the fans rise to their feet to greet the arrival of the Irishman who they've really started to warm to in the last few months.

It's not long before SurReal emerges from under the video-wall, taking a few short steps to the middle of the stage. He is wearing a black T-shirt with the GCW logo, his black pants have been replaced for the special occasion with a green pair, the Celtic designs still remain but in gold rather than the usual red and silver.

He raises both arms straight up, his middle fingers on both hands tucked under his thumb in the mark of the beast. The stage crew timed a pyrotechnic explosion behind him to perfection setting off a short blast of flames that reach such a height they lick the bottom of the video-wall.

Yale: Nice!

Andrews: And their opponent, from Belfast, Northern Ireland. Weighing in at two hundred forty pounds, the Tribal War Machine... SUUUUUUUUUURRRRRREALLLLL!

Having now made his way down the entrance ramp, SurReal climbs the ring-steps and climbs to the middle rope looking out at the crowd. Instead of performing his usual crucifix pose he turns his attention to Diamond, locking gaze with him before pointing his forefinger to the GCW logo on his T-shirt.

Bryan: The Tribal War Machine sending a message to Donny Diamond there.

Yale: SurReal is fed-up of hearing Donny ramble on about their time in the now defunct Dominant Wrestling Organization, he is making the point that the only thing that matters is what happens now in GCW!

Bryan: How insightful Dave.

Yale: Thanks JB, sometimes I really out-do myself!

Having now dismounted the rope and climbed into the ring SurReal takes off the T-shirt and throws it into the crowd as his two opponent's climb into the ring.

DING DING DING!

Yale: And we get underway here. This should be one hell of a match!

Bryan: Couldn't agree more. This'll be brutal! We have such a contrast of styles in this match-up. Lori Equinox is as unpredictable as they come, he will happily put himself through hell provided his opponent suffers, he is a real loose cannon.

Yale: And Donny, he's all about the power.

Bryan: There is a lot more to Donny Diamond than just his power-based offense but there is no doubt that's his main strength. And of course, the ring general SurReal, a man who's wrestled on every continent on the planet. The Irishman is a real student of the game, he may not be the biggest name in GCW, but there are few people out there who can match him in terms of technical scientific mat wrestling!

First out of the blocks in Lori Equinox who runs straight at SurReal and lays a right hand into the side of his head. This catches SurReal off guard and knocks him back into the corner. Before getting a chance to move in after his victim, Equinox is turned by Donny Diamond who throws a right hand.

Bryan: Ducked by Equinox.

Equinox drills Donny with right hand knocking him back towards SurReal who has now got his senses about him and lays in a right hand of his own. As Donny turns back towards Equinox he gets a kick in the gut and then dropped to the mat.

Yale: Great DDT from Equinox but he needs to watch out here.

Before Equinox has a chance to get back up, SurReal has ran towards him and laid a swift kick into his chest knocking him back. SurReal wastes no time in picking Equinox up and producing some crisp elbows to the side of his head. He follows this arm by putting Equinox under his arm and dropping him back with a snap suplex.

As he gets up he's greeted with Donny who is now back to his feet.

Bryan: This is what this match is all about Yale! These two are gonna rip each other apart.

A brawl ensues. Rights and lefts flail as if the world is going to end in the next few moments. Donny gets the upper hand at first before running SurReal off the ropes. When he comes back he is greeted with a massive spinebuster.

Yale: SurReal just got planted Bryan!

Bryan: Can't argue there and Donny is still on the attack.

Donny stands back up and boots SurReal a number of times in the side before turning his attention to Equinox who is on his way back up. He grabs Equinox by the head and drops a couple of elbows down on the back of it. Donny then grabs Equinox around the waste before firing him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Lori lands with a sickening thud, as his back doesn't quite reach the mat before his neck.

Yale: Here comes SurReal again.

SurReal tries for a clothesline, but Diamond ducks and catches him swiftly from behind in a Cobra Clutch. He swings him side to side a couple of times forcing him to breath heavier, and then swings him hard to the side releasing the hold and pulling him into a front headlock. Quickly Diamond proceeds to drop to the mat with SurReal for a nicely planted DDT.

Yale: Somehow Lori Equinox is back to his feet.

Bryan: After getting planted by that belly to belly I thought he'd be crippled.

Equinox heads towards Donny with a new found venom in his eyes but is knocked down quickly with a sharp clothesline. Diamond pulls Equinox to his feet and meets him in the face with some forearm shots before hitting him in the head with a stiff high kick. Before Equinox falls to the mat Diamond catches him in a fireman's carry. He tosses him forward and lets the neck of Equinox land across his leg for a nice neckbreaker.

Bryan: Donny fully in control here.

Donny now looks at the hurt he has caused all around him before looking out to the ring entrance to notice the ladder.

Yale: Oh ho ho! I think they had forgot about that.

Donny makes his way out of the ring and towards the ladder. He puts it down so it is flat and brings it back to the ring. After sliding it under the bottom rope he rolls under after it and turns his attention to his opponents. He lays a number of kicks to SurReal and then to Equinox to give himself enough time to set the ladder up. Donny picks the ladder up and props it up against one of the turnbuckles. He is surprised though as from behind he receives a kick to the back of his knee.

Yale: SurReal back again. This guy's on a mission.

SurReal turns Donny round and punches him straight in the face. Then with complete malice he grabs the back of Donny's head and rams it straight into the ladder.

Yale: What sickening impact.

Bryan: And I don't think he's finished yet.

As Donny's head repels off the ladder and comes back towards SurReal he is met with yet another fist and then SurReal clotheslines him with all his might, nearly taking his head off in the process. Donny hits the mat and SurReal turns to find Lori Equinox sprinting towards him. Without moving and showing complete focus SurReal waits for Equinox to arrive before stopping him completely with a kick to the mid section. He quickly gets behind Equinox and sets himself up with both their backs facing the ladder.

Yale: He isn't gonna do this is he?

Bryan: Oh he is.

SurReal arches back and practically releases his german suplex halfway through. Equinox lands on the top of his back on the ladder before rolling off to the side and hitting the mat hard. A smile creeps across SurReal's face as he is clearly glad of what he has accomplished so far in this match.

Yale: And he isn't finished with that ladder.

SurReal picks the ladder up off the ropes and sets it down across the center of the ring. He turns back to see his two opponents still down on the mat in pain. He moves in, carefully selecting which one to go after. This time it's Donny.

Bryan: What on earth could SurReal be thinking now.

He lifts up Donny and starts to move him towards the center of the ring and the ladder but Donny throws his arms up and lays a number of lefts and rights to SurReal's face. SurReal pushes Diamond back into the ropes to stop his attack, but Diamond rebounds off hitting SurReal in the ribs with a knee. He leans over and Diamond hooks him quickly around the neck and jumps into the air for his setup move Diamondized, but Equinox comes out of no-where and pushes SurReal forward which sends Diamond over the top rope. Diamond keeps the hold locked in causing SurReal's throat to crash down on the top rope as he falls down on the ground hard.

Yale: That could be the turning point in the match there. Equinox has been pretty quiet thus far but that was a big impact.

Before Donny can even think about getting into the ring again, Equinox has gone under the bottom rope and grabbed a chair.

Bryan: No more playing around here Yale.

As Donny turns to meet Equinox his skull is struck with force from the steel chair. It doesn't knock him off his feet but makes him stumble back into the ring-post.

Bryan: Oh no.

Equinox swings the chair with all his might but somehow Donny gets out of the way, causing the chair to hit the ring-post. There's no rest of the wicked though, as this doesn't seem to phase Equinox one bit. As Donny comes back to face the ring again he gets planted once more with a sickening shot to the head. This knocks him back into the ring barrier between him and the fans. Equinox is quick to follow him as he throws the chair down in front of Donny.

Yale: You never quite know what Equinox is going to do.

Equinox makes sure Donny is set up nice against the barrier in a daze and uses him to climb up onto it himself.

Bryan: Yeah, he just does things you'd never see.

Equinox balances himself on the barrier before wrapping him arm around Donny's neck and jumping off. He plants Donny's headfirst into the chair with a stunning DDT.

Yale: Nobody's back should bend like that, never mind have their head driven into the steel.

Equinox rolls backwards but doesn't have time to continue his assault on Donny, as SurReal is now behind him. SurReal grabs Equinox by the head and throws him under the bottom rope, quickly following suit. The two men make it back to their feet and start exchanging lefts and rights. SurReal gets the upper hand and knocks Equinox back into the corner. He continues to cause damage with a number of knees to the mid-section. He pulls Equinox out of the corner before dropping him quickly with a pendulum back breaker.

Bryan: SurReal firmly in control here.

Yale: Yea. You could just see him having a look to see if Donny was still down. I could imagine he'll be down for quite some time.

SurReal continues his assault on Equinox. This time he picks him up before laying him across the ladder with a scoop slam.

Bryan: Such a simple move, yet so painful on a surface like that.

SurReal bounds off the ropes and when he returns he levels Equinox's chest with an elbow drop. Without stopping to catch a breathe he gets up again before repeating the same action. He then picks Equinox up and places him in a standing head scissors. He grabs him around his waste and lifts him up.

Yale: Not a piledriver on the ladder?

Bryan: PILEDRIVER! Equinox is planted!

As SurReal rolls off the ladder holding his backside, Equinox just lays there completely out of it.

Yale: Lori Equinox just had his head drilled into a ladder by SurReal. Unbelievable!

Bryan: That's got to be it for him Yale. SurReal's scientific wrestling skills are really coming to the fore now, he is dominating this one!

SurReal gets back to his feet and looks down upon the broken Lori Equinox. He pushes him off the ladder with his foot and rolls him to the edge of the ring. One swift kick later and Equinox falls to the outside, his lifeless body crashing into the mats outside.

Yale: Donny is back to his feet.

Bryan: Slowly yes but at least he's up.

SurReal turns towards Donny who is making his way into the ring.

Yale: It's down to these two now Bryan and SurReal is definitely the fresher.

Bryan: He's on fire right now.

SurReal waits for Donny to enter the ring. Savoring the moment that he gets to face his fierce rival. No more interruptions from Equinox, for now anyone. It is the bitterest of rivals about to go toe to toe.

Yale: We nearly got to see a full-on war between these two earlier but Equinox was here at the time. It's now time to see these two rip each other apart.

SurReal stands still as Donny gets into the ring and walks quickly over to him, getting straight into his face. There is a lot of talking going on with neither man backing down. SurReal is the first the act, throwing a right hand.

Yale: Blocked by Diamond!

Donny uses this to his advantage and lays a kick into the stomach of SurReal, doubling him over. Donny then attempts to drop SurReal down with a double arm DDT. SurReal uses his upper body strength to force himself into a standing position, Diamond still hooked under SurReal's elbows.

Bryan: Wow, that is an incredible show of power from the Irishman.

Yale: And if there is one place Donny doesn't want to be right now, it is with his head and neck so perilously close to the mat.

SurReal lets out a shout as the muscles in his arms strain under Diamond's weight. Unable to hold him any longer he drops to a sitting position, driving the crown of Donny's head straight to the mat. Donny crumbles forward onto his face and lays motionless as SurReal sits up and looks back at him.

Yale: Look at the hatred in those eyes JB!

With both his opponents unconscious the Irishman strides over to a turnbuckle, brimming with confidence he mounts the middle rope and looks out towards the crowd who have mostly been supportive of him thus far. Stretching his arms out in his signature crucifix pose he gets a massive cheer. Or does he? Happily assuming the cheer is for him he fails to notice that behind him, in the center of the ring, Donny Diamond has sat up in a split-second awakening, his head tilting to see his rival.

Bryan: SurReal thinks they are cheering for him, he has no idea he is being stalked!

Yale: A seasoned pro like SurReal should know better than to showboat. Especially when all the momentum was with him.

Dismounting the turnbuckle, still grinning, SurReal turns around to be met by a furiously fast boot. Donny having raced toward his nemesis with such force that SurReal is thrust completely out of the ring. Turning his attention to outside the ring Donny makes his way under the bottom rope and goes under the ring apron.

Bryan: Are we going to see one of these tables?

Donny pulls a large metal structure out from underneath the ring. It is a table but the tops and sides of it are made of glass with the frame being made of metal. He carefully lifts it up before setting it on the apron and pushing it into the ring. Once he's in he props it up against the turnbuckle and turns his look back to SurReal who is stirring. Donny picks SurReal up and pushes him back against the turnbuckle opposite the glass table. He tries the Irish whip but is blocked by SurReal.

Bryan: Donny doesn't look best pleased.

Donny nails SurReal with a number of clubbing clotheslines to the chest, which knock the Irishman onto his backside. Donny turns his thoughts to the ladder, which still resides in the center of the ring. He lifts it up and holds it facing SurReal who is picking himself up using the ropes. He isn't up for long though before he realizes a flying ladder is attacking him. Using his quick thinking he catches the ladder perfectly before it crashes into him. Unfortunately for him though that was not Donny's intent.

Yale: BIG BOOT!

Donny rushes the ladder and plants a boot into one of the rungs sending it straight into SurReal's face. This knocks him down and he takes the ladder with him. Now in the corner SurReal lays with the ladder firmly across the top of his body. Donny sees this as an opportunity and proceeds to kick the ladder over and over and over again. Each time the steel pulsing into SurReal's fresh.

Bryan: Donny's is in the zone now. Twice in quick succession that big boot has done the damage to SurReal.

Donny lifts the ladder off SurReal, pushing him out of the ring with his foot, he then sets it down back in the middle of the ring. In perfect time too because someone is coming back into the match.

Yale: It's Equinox!

Bryan: Oh yeah, forgot about him.

Obviously still dazed from the piledirver he received earlier Equinox has no idea what he is doing as he walks into the ring. With his head down he doesn't see anything and walks straight into Donny. Before he gets a chance to realize that is going on, Equinox is slammed hard into the ladder in the middle of the ring. His back arches in pain. Donny proceeds to head towards the turnbuckles and climbs up to the top. He leaps off the top rope, pulls his arms in and then extends them out for Equinox's finisher the "Poison Frog" but Equinox was able to roll out of the way. Diamond comes crashing down onto the ladder, he rolls off clutching his ribs in pain.

Bryan: With Equinox still reeling, Diamond suffering from his collision with the ladder and SurReal still outside the ring, for the first time in the match no-one is in control. All three men have taken extensive damage. The question is will anyone be physically able to walk away from this one.

Yale: Doesn't look likely JB! These guys have battered each other senseless.

Equinox and Donny slowly climb to their feet at the same time, which draws a great reaction from the crowd, anxious for more brutality. Both men stumble across to each other and using all the energy they have left begin to brawl, taking it in turn to lay hard rights on the other.

SurReal slowly climbs to his feet, pulling himself up on one of the three glass tables still untouched surrounding the ring on all sides bar the entrance ramp. Counting the one Equinox set up in the ring earlier that makes four glass tables. All it takes it anyone to put either of their opponents through one of these tables.

Yale: SurReal's stirring.

Bryan: I'm sure there is no place he would rather be than in the middle of the brawl in the ring.

Sure enough, SurReal makes straight for his two opponents and enters into the fray. He walks into Lori Equinox's right elbow however and that send him straight to the mat, clutching his jaw. So once again that leaves Equinox and Diamond to fight it out.

After several more punches are thrown, Equinox manages to duck a punch, quickly getting himself into position he reaches out and manages to catch Donny's arm. Wasting no time he puts all his weight into whipping Donny into the ropes and following up with an explosive clothesline. The force behind the clothesline send Diamond clean over the top rope... and right onto one of the glass tables which cracks under the impact.

Yale: IT'S OVER! EQUINOX WINS!

Bryan: No I don't think so Dave, the table has cracked but it hasn't actually split so as far as I'm aware the match must continue.

Yale: Lori doesn't seem to think so.

Equinox, having assumed victory has climbed the turnbuckle, his arms stretched out to the crowd in celebration, a very short-lived celebration. From behind him comes SurReal, a renewed fire in his eyes, he takes a short take-off from his right foot off the middle rope as he wraps his arms around Lori's waist in one fluid motion, what follows is a horrific German suplex. Equinox's neck could have so easily snapped from the angle it connected with the mat, a twisted smirk crawls across SurReal's face as he looks down over his floored opponent.

Picking Equinox up, SurReal drives him back into the turnbuckle, quickly lifting him on to the top he climbs onto the middle rope. He puts Equinox into a headlock and places his feet on the top rope thereby forcing Lori to stand with him.

Donny comes around just in time to spot the two men standing on the top rope, survival instinct overtakes the will to win and he thrusts himself off the glass table in time to avoid what was coming.

What was coming, was SurReal hoisting Equinox up in a suplex position (and almost loosing his balance in the process) and hurling himself off the turnbuckle in the direction of the glass table. In mid-air SurReal adjusts his body to turn the suplex into his most feared manoeuvre; The Jackhammer. A top rope jackhammer to the outside no less!

Equinox shatters through the table, completely obliterating it in the process. And the ring bell rings to signal SurReal's victory but is almost entirely drowned out by the chants of "HOLY SHIT!" from the capacity crowd.

Andrews: And the winner of the GLASS TABLES MATCH... SSSSSSUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEAAAALLLLL!

Yale: Wow...

Bryan: Yeah!

Yale: Ever seen anyone do that before?

Bryan: Nope!

Yale: Me either.

Bryan: I'm speechless, utterly speechless, what a way to end this triple threat match.

Yale: And what do you know, SurReal is still undefeated in glass tables matches!

Donny Diamond sporting a look of disappointment, frustration and just a little amazement looks on as SurReal climbs to his feet. Equinox doesn't move. SurReal and Diamond lock eyes, Diamond looks as though he doesn't know what to do. SurReal however had a very clear idea of what he wanted to do. He delivers a lightning quick kick to Donny's mid-section and pulls him into a standing head-scissors, swiftly hoisting him up into a powerbomb, pulling his arms horizontally and crashing down onto some of the shattered glass.

Bryan: SurReal sending a message to Donny Diamond with the Celtic Cross!

Yale: You know, I can't even remember the last time I saw SurReal use that old trademark move.

Bryan: You're not alone Dave, it's been years since he's used that. But look, he is STILL not done!

SurReal picks a prone Lori Equinox back up, and places him in another headlock.

Bryan: Surely he isn't going to Jackhammer Equinox again?

Instead, the Irishman plants Equinox, face-first into the biggest shards of broken glass with a hard DDT. Equinox immediately lets out a scream that echoes out over the entire arena, which all of a sudden falls very quiet.

Bryan: OH MY GOD!

Equinox rolls over onto his back and his hands immediately come up to cover his face, where they meet a large shard of glass, protruding from one of his eyes. The capacity crowd gasp in horror and the medical team that were already making their way to the ring break into a full sprint to get to him as quickly as possible.

Bryan: God, Lori Equinox just got DDTed into that glass! And I think he is seriously, seriously wounded here!

Yale: God, that's one of the most gruesome injuries I've ever seen!

Bryan: I might be sick...

SurReal stands motionless, his eyes fixed on Equinox, it is impossible to gauge what's going on inside his head as he stares blankly. Just as the first medic arrives to attend to Equinox, the corners of SurReal's mouth curl into a sadistic smile. The crowd, who have become more and more supportive of SurReal in these last three months since the SurReal, Diamond & Equinox affair began, jeer loudly, clearly feeling betrayed by the Tribal War Machine.

Bryan: This crowd is letting SurReal hear it! This was just way too far in a match that was already incredibly dangerous!

Yale: Lori Equinox might never wrestle again, JB!

Slowly extending his arms out vertically in that all too familiar crucifix pose, all the time maintaining that sadistic smile as he surveys the devastation he has caused, there is an unmistakable pride about SurReal.

Bryan: SurReal's victory is complete, but at what cost for Lori Equinox?

Yale: I thought it would be fun to watch one of these guys kill another, but I don't take much joy in seeing SurReal try to blind someone! That's just impolite.

Bryan: SurReal has really sent a message here at NC-17! He's won the triple threat match and he's serious, seriously injured Lori Equinox. Someone get the camera off of him, I'm tired of looking at him.

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The crowd in Arlington slowly starts to settle down after that gruesome glass table match and suddenly as things quiet down the air gets much more uncomfortable. There is almost an awkwardness that even Joey Andrews seems to feel as he stands in the center of the ring.

Bryan: Well fans, we're finally getting the ring cleared here after that sickening glass tables match.

Yale: Even I think SurReal took that too far, but I think a star was just born, JB, like it or not.

Bryan: Well that last match was bloody to be sure, but I doubt we have to worry about this match following a similar pattern.

Yale: I don't know, love is a battlefield after all, especially when the Television title is on the line.

Bryan: This match on paper should be a real show stealer, but you just don't know how it will play out. Things have gotten awkward between Cheap Labor and Tempest.

Yale: Of course they have! He's gaga over her and she doesn't know what to do. I'm not even sure she's picked up all of his signals, despite how obvious they are.

The two are interrupted from their wonderings as a subtle electronic chorus of voices wafts from the speakers as a laser blue hue pulses across the screen and over the crowd. Joey Andrews takes up the microphone to his lips.

Andrews: Introducing first, the challenger, from Hong Kong in the People's Republic of China, weighing in at 133.3 pounds... TEEEEEEMMMPEEEEESSST!!!!

Flashes of lightning and quick shots of a whirling maelstrom of wind and rain illuminate the darkness on the screen accentuating the beats just as 'Battle Flag' by the Lo-Fidelity Allstars kicks in.

The words echo as the bass beats down and the images flash to that of a woman's cobalt blue eyes shines through the darkness and a tumble of jet black hair, her face lit by burst of light and a smile with a light all its own. These are interspersed with the lightning and the storm and then...

'I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans!'

A white hot light flashes from the screen and the real Tempest bounds from beneath the screen to a sparkling shower of blue and white pyro and a gleeful cheer from the crowd. Her black and blue bodysuit is laced with sparkling silver lightning bolts that recall her name. She skips and leaps in time to the music's heavy beat, slapping hands and waving to throngs of fans.

Bryan: Here comes Tempest, looking game for her first title match in GCW.

Yale: Well, she'd better be, all kidding aside, Cheap Labor's proven to be a tenacious Television Champion and something tells me he won't be so willing to give it up just for the Sparkly One's charms.

As she reaches the ring, she bounds up the steps and doesn't stop, mounting the ropes and standing atop them, toes on the tops, waving to the crowd. She grins mischievously, fumbling with something up her sleeve and then kisses her hands and blows 'kisses' to the crowd in the form of a billowing cloud of silvery blue glitter.

Bryan: There it is Dave! Finally, the glitter poof has come to GCW.

Yale: Please tell me you didn't just say that.

Tempest laughs and leaps into a twirling dismount, stopping to dance a few steps to her music on the way to the opposite corner and then leap once again to the top and blow another poof of glitter over the fans. She leaps again, landing gracefully and laughing as if it were as easy as walking.

Yale: If that stuff gets in my hair...

Bryan: It'll be an improvement.

Andrews keeps his distance from Tempest, not wanting to get any glitter on his nicely pressed suit. Tempest seems to be pumped up for the biggest show of the year as she seems unable to stay still for too long a period of time. Andrews does he best to ignore her and again lifts the microphone up to his lips.

Andrews: And introducing next, the champion! Hailing from St. Joseph, Michigan; he is the reigning Global Championship Wrestling Television Champion! Weighing in at one-hundred and eighty pounds, he is CHEAP LABBOORRR!!

Strobe lights mounted to the Megatron begin to flicker in unison with the first stacatto notes of "Re-Education (Through Labor)" by Rise Against. As the lead guitar starts undercutting the quarter notes with the song's main riff, the strobe slows to a stop as the drum fill crescendos into a climax. BOOM! A wall of yellow pyro erupts across the entrance ramp and Cheap Labor leaps through this barrier, landing squarely on his feet and hitting the ground running. He is racing to the ring like a hooker runs from a baptism.

"TO THE SOUND OF A HEARTBEAT POUNDING AWAAAAAAYYYY..."

He slides under the bottom rope and is propelled halfway across the ring by his own momentum. He gallivants around the ring, stirring the crowd into a state of frenzy. He spins around toward Tempest and grabs one of the kisses she had blown out to the crowd and puts it close to his chest. She sheepishly walks toward the center of the ring for a handshake before the bell.

Bryan: That is always encouraging to see, two respected opponents ready to square off in what should be a nice clean match.

Yale: I don't know; it looks like Cheap Labor is asking for a hug. Can't say I blame him.

With both arms extended out, Cheap Labor motions for Tempest to give him a hug but she just leans in toward him and slaps his closest hand and promptly goes back to his corner. Cheap hangs his head in disappointment and goes back to his own corner for the match to start.

DING-DING!

Bryan: And with that we're off!

Yale: These are both high flying wrestlers, so it will be interesting to see how they try to start the match off.

The anticipation for the match has boiled to such a point as to have the crowd already standing to see what the two reckless aerial artists pull out. As expected, both come out with a head full of steam and charge each other. Tempest is easily able to duck what looks to be a weakly thrown Clothesline that could just be used to set something else up. Tempest bounces off the opposite ropes, coming back at Cheap and nails him with a Flying Forearm that sends him down to the canvas as if he had been shot with a bullet.

Yale: Tempest was able to get a ton of speed behind that one and really caught Cheap Labor with her forearm.

Bryan: She got a lot into it alright, but Cheap Labor has a high tolerance for pain. I'm kind of surprised that something like that could take him down like this.

Cheap Labor almost seems to be inviting her to cover him, though that may just be an attempt to cop an easy feel. The crowd, still on their feet, start clapping and stomping their feet; trying to fuel the combatants on. Tempest ignores the possible pin attempt and instead sends herself flying into the ropes once more. Coming off the ropes, her body curls into a ball as she rolls across the canvas and with a great burst of leg strength she pops out of it right before reaching Labor and nails him with a Senton Splash.

Grabbing his left arm, Tempest twisted her leg around it to trap the arm and reached for his near leg to hook in a Single Leg Boston Crab. Pain shoots through his knee, and though he is far from willing to give up in the hold, Cheap Labor can barely make it to a rope to break the hold. Tempest does her best to fight with him, using her whole hundred and thirty pounds to try and keep him from inching himself closer and closer to the ropes.

Bryan: Cheap Labor is finally able to get to the ropes to break the hold, but he doesn't seem to be too quick to get back to his feet.

Yale: Maybe he's enjoying the view from under Tempest. You never know, he might be into that kind of thing.

When Tempest feels he is taking too long to get back to his feet, she backs herself away from Labor and makes a running charge at him, nailing him in his side with a Baseball Slide that sends the Television Champion out to the ground. The crowd seems to be getting restless with Cheap Labor's sloth-like approach to the match and chants of 'JUMP!' start to break out in various sections of the fans.

Tempest slowly comes to her feet, the wave of the tens of thousands of fans screaming for her to take the leap washes over her like a warm sea breeze. A smile, slowly builds at the corners of her lips, almost to express how much she had missed moments such as these. She soaks up the warm pouring in and with a mischievous smirk Tempest throws herself at the ropes and grabs hold with both hands. Her momentum propels her over the top rope and crashing down onto the Television champion. The crowd, which had been thirsting for some action, cheers for her attempt.

Yale: I wonder if Cheap Labor is ready for the big time yet. He seems to be having some serious jitters during this match.

Bryan: I don't know if it is jitters so much as a hesitation on his part.

Back on her feet now, Tempest rolls Cheap Labor back into the ring and follows in herself. The crowd seems a bit disappointed that they didn't keep the fight on the outside for a bit, and finally settles into their seats for the first time this match.

Yale: I think this is the first time the crowd has sat down since the opening match. It seems like they may have gotten their hopes up on how they expected this match to go.

Bryan: You certainly had plenty of reason to believe this match was going to be an impressive air show, but it really hasn't translated to that yet.

While Labor is dazed on the mat, Tempest slides her arm around his elbow and pulls backward, while wrapping her other arm around his neck. Tightening her arms she clasps her hands together and slides her knee up against his back. Labor's daze turns to a weird little smile.

Bryan: Is he smiling? Cheap Labor is very mistaken if he thinks Tempest is snuggling up to him.

Yale: Oh she's snuggling up all right, just not for what he thinks. This could be over right here if he doesn't try and get out of that Ferret Face submission hold.

Sure enough, Tempest tightens her grip and buries her knee in the small of his back. Suddenly Labor's eyes widen and that blissful stare evaporates as he screams and writhes in the hold that Tempest has firmly locked in place. The referee drops into place looking for the submission, but just as quickly, it's over. Tempest releases the hold and shoves herself off of Labor's back, standing up and walking away with an annoyed backward glance to a small burst of confused cheers.

Bryan: Tempest breaking the hold there. Too easy for her taste?

Yale: That was stupid. She could have ended this thing right there!

Bryan: Well obviously she didn't want to take advantage of Cheap Labor's mistakenly euphoric state.

Yale: Like I said, 'stupid.' He doesn't put up a fight, he deserves to lose.

Bryan: Well, obviously Tempest doesn't agree with you. Labor's back on his feet and Tempest is giving him a piece of her mind.

Tempest: Don't you let me do that again! I'll twist your arm off!

The crowd starts to get even more restless with the way this match has turned out and scatters of boos start to break out in various sections. Sensing their weaning interest, Tempest hopes onto the middle rope and somersaults herself on top of Cheap Labor to add some life back into the fans. She tries for a pin but Labor is far too close to the ropes and can easily place his foot onto the bottom rope. Wrigley informs Tempest to break her pin and she instead hooks Labor's leg off the rope and twists her own leg around his and falls onto her back for a Leg Lock.

Bryan: Tempest is again working on that leg, looking to try and keep Cheap Labor grounded.

Yale: I think he's grounded himself.

Though Cheap Labor is easily able to get himself to the ropes again, he does seem to be favoring his leg a bit as he comes back to his feet. Despite his limp, Tempest refuses to back down on him and charges the Television Champion. The slim moment that Cheap Labor has to react seems like a canyon of hesitation as he throws his second weak Clothesline of the match. To the surprise of no one, Tempest again ducks his feeble attempt and hopscotches off the middle turnbuckle onto the top rope. She twists her body in mid-air for a Cross Body onto Labor. A low rumbling echoes across the crowd as they intake that last exchange.

Yale: If Cheap Labor is worried about hurting Tempest, I don't think she's extending him that same thought.

Bryan: Very impressive Springboard Cross Body by Tempest, the crowd certainly appreciates the effort. Ideally Cheap Labor gets his head into the match and it can pick up.

Maybe it is the frustration of the match, or perhaps a bit of her mean streak is showing, but Tempest approaches the grounded Cheap Labor and starts to stomp away on him. She backs away to see what his reaction would be, but Cheap Labor takes the easy route and rolls out of the ring to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Not having any of that, Tempest runs and dives between the ropes for a Superman dive. The boos immediately dies, replaced by lavish cheers for the Cyberpunk Goddess. She is too busy trying to drag a match out of the Television Champion, lifting him off the ground and rolls him back into the ring.

Bryan: Tempest is going to make this match worth the price of admission, even if it kills Cheap Labor.

Yale: I'm starting to think that's the plan! Always said she had a killer body, but I never figured it was literal.

Standing on the apron, Tempest Somersaults over the ropes and onto Cheap Labor. The violent force causes him to instinctively roll over and away from the ropes, leaving himself open in the center of the ring. Face down on the mat, Cheap Labor seems to be done for. Even Tempest can sense it, moving in on him and hooking his legs into a Sharpshooter.

The Glitter Grip!

Bryan: There is that lethal submission hold from Tempest. If she can bridge back into the sleeper hold, this match could very well be over with.

Yale: I think it has been over with since the moment Cheap Labor got between the ropes.

Bryan: Wait...what is she doing?

To the surprise of everyone, Tempest releases her leg lock on Cheap Labor and stands up, her arms folded over her chest. Wrigley, the referee, checks on her to make sure Tempest is alright but everything seems to be in working order. Crawling toward the ropes is Cheap Labor, who uses them to help get back to his feet. During the awkward moments of this transaction, the crowd seems to be lost in a sea of confusion. Swaying back and forth, it builds like a grassroots movement until the entire arena is booing.

Turning one-hundred and eighty degrees, Cheap Labor stops dead in his tracks as he spots Tempest. The look on her face is like a thousand burning daggers to his chest. He clinches at his heart but is unable to ease the searing flames licking at him. Her head tilts down maybe ten degrees but it shouts volumes about the disappointment and shame she feels. Her eyes plead, beg, demand, scream for him to explain why he would do such a thing to her on such a large stage.

Bryan: I can't tell what is going on, but the action in the ring has just stopped.

Yale: You can almost see everything cracking as it starts to break around Cheap Labor, this is great! I just wish I had some popcorn; it would go perfectly when he starts to cry like a little girl.

He staggers a few steps forward, looking as though his legs may very well give out on him at any second if Tempest wishes it; but with one foot in front of the other, Tempest sends the most shocking blow of the night thus far.

SLAP!

The hot burning flesh on Cheap Labor's cheek stings where the red imprint of Tempest hand is clearly visible. His eyes go ghost eye, losing all life. Then, like that, he turns and walks toward his corner. There is a silent agreement between the two somewhere between the tension filling the air of the Cowboys Stadium. Tempest heads to her own corner and signals for Wrigley to call for the bell once again.

Bryan: Well it looks like they want to try this one more time.

Yale: If we get to see Cheap Labor get slapped like that again, I'm all for it.

Bryan: In the entire history of NC-17, I don't think we've ever had a match restart like this, but with NC-17 anything is possible.

Cameron Wrigley looks at the crowd for a moment, seeming as if he was checking with them to see if it was alright. He turns toward the time keeper and with a shrug of the shoulders gives him the signal.

DING-DING-DING!

And like that, everything is born anew. Spring has come early to Arlington and all the wear and tear seems to be forgotten as Tempest and Cheap Labor both move out of their corner and toward each other. Even the crowd seems to forget the last few minutes as they all come back to their feet and cheer. The smile on both competitors' face shows that this is the moment they have been waiting for; this is what all those hours of training were for.

With each step forward they take they gain speed. Soon they are right at each other and lock up. Cheap Labor is able to use his rare size and strength advantage in his favorite to force Tempest back toward the rope. Unexpectedly he leaves his feet and places both of them onto the middle rope behind Tempest. Using the extra momentum the ropes create, Cheap Labor catches Tempest off guard with a beautiful (if not inventive) Monkey Flip that has a great carry to it.

Bryan: There we go; I'm sure this is more of what the fans were expecting.

Yale: Tempest may have bitten off more than she could chew.

Quick back to her feet, Tempest spies Cheap Labor making another dash toward her in the hopes of catching her off balance. He comes off his feet, both slung out to his side to try and catch the CyberPunk Princess with a Leg Lariat. She has to duck both legs and allows Cheap to fly over her head and come crashing down onto his hip on the canvas. Before he can even put a hand to the pain, Tempest snaps off a kick to the back of his head. The force whiplashes him face first into the mat and leaves his backside up in the air. Seeing an opportunity, Tempest comes at him with a baseball slide right to his rear end.

Little Things get you in the End

Bryan: Ouch, that has got to hurt.

Yale: Talk about a literal ass kicking. Cheap Labor won't be sitting comfortably tonight.

Rolling over to a safe position, Cheap Labor manages to get some distance between himself and Tempest. Once he feels like he is far enough away, he gets back to his feet though much sorer than before. Tempest approaches him, not wanting to give the champion any time to recover, but Cheap Labor makes a desperate defense as he throws himself off the nearest ropes and springboards her with a Flying Forearm.

The crowd cheers as the action picks up, Labor having just taken Tempest off her feet with that nice aerial move. On his feet again, Cheap starts to climb the turnbuckle in hopes of another big attack. The forearm, however, is hardly enough to keep Tempest down for long. She spots Cheap on the top rope and dashes toward the ropes that connect to the turnbuckle he's on. Seeing her plan, Labor rope runs toward her in hopes of cutting her off. It's too late though, as Tempest plants both feet on the top rope and launches herself into the air. Cheap Labor can't do anything as he is caught in a Flying Headscissor that sends both of them crashing to the outside.

HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Bryan: What an amazing move! Such a display of balance and grace!

Yale: Yeah but I can't tell who got it worst!

Bryan: Both of them appear to be hurting right now. I would imagine Cheap Labor got the worst of it; however, he crashed into that guard rail.

Yale: I don't know, at least he had something to break his fall. Tempest landed on that unforgiving ground.

Regardless of how took the hardest blow, neither wrestler looks to be getting up any time soon. The crowd gathers in as close as they can to watch the two. Security has to demand people return to their seats, as hard as that is. Seconds slowly roll on with neither wrestler making more than a groan as they try and will their bodies to move again. Wrigley watches on nervously from inside the ring, glancing back and forth between the time keeper and Joey Andrews. He shakes his head and raises both arms.

1!

The crowd boos.

2!

The crowd boos even louder now.

3!

Cowboys Stadium looks as though it may lose its mind if Wrigley manages to get to ten.

4!

Cheap Labor has rolled over to his stomach and is climbing up using the guard rail as support.

5!

The crowd roars with life as they see Cheap Labor finally stand on his feet, despite the fact that Tempest has hardly moved since crashing hard onto the floor outside the ring.

6!

Hearing the referee's count, Cheap Labor shoves himself off the guard rail and toward the ring. His body hits the apron sending a groan of pain rolling up this throat.

7!

Despite his body wanting to give in on him, Cheap Labor manages to roll into the ring and save himself from a countout. At the call of seven, Tempest finally coughs up some life and is able to push herself to a base.

Yale: Cheap Labor is in the ring, but it doesn't look like Tempest will have enough time to get back. The fans won't be happy with how it will end, but Cheap Labor will leave NC-17 with the belt still in his position.

Bryan: It's a shame; this match had just really started to get hot.

8!

With the loud exclamation by referee Cameron Wrigley, Cheap Labor seems to snap to attention. He sees Tempest still on the ground outside, his ears ringing with the boos of the crowd. He realized the situation.

9!

Yale: What is he doing?

Without thinking twice, Cheap Labor dives through the ropes and to the outside. The crowd burst into cheer as Wrigley has to reset his count. He doesn't get too far though as Cheap rolls Tempest back into the ring under the bottom rope and slides back in himself. He quickly rolls her over and tries for a pin.

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Yale: It's not going to be that easy.

Bryan: I thought Tempest might be done in for. She has worked so hard in this match, for it to end like that would have been a disaster.

Cheap Labor gets back to his feet and brings Tempest with him, hopping onto her shoulders for a quick Hurricarana. Lifting himself up, he hurries to the nearest turnbuckle and starts scaling it. Once at the top he gives the signal to the crowd for The Labor Strike!

Bryan: This could be it!

Yale: Cheap Labor jumps off the top rope!

AND HE MISSED!

Bryan: Tempest rolled out of the way at just the last moment.

Yale: She just saved herself, that would have certainly been the end of the match.

Having just missed a foot to her chest, Tempest forces herself up and Clotheslines Cheap Labor as he tries to get back up. She keeps her body pressed against the ropes while she waits for her opponent to get back up. Once he is at his standing base she pushes herself off and rushes him. She seems to be a tad too slow though as Cheap Labor is able to duck her attack and throw himself into the ropes. The two coming their charge toward each other but don't strike when they get within range. Instead they continue on into the opposite ropes. Their speed builds until it is reaching mach three speeds. Then, like that, each leaps into the air at the same time. Their bodies collide mid-air sending both crashing hard onto the mat.

Yale: They mistimed that and both paid the price.

Bryan: Their high flying ways certainly did not pay off there. They seemed to have the same idea.

Despite their blunder, the crowd still cheers for them anyways, even though more than a few burst of laughter does break out. Tempest is the first back to her feet, though the toll of the match seems to be taking its effect on her now. Cheap Labor is not far behind her and manages to catch her from behind with a Leg Sweep. To keep her down on the mat he follows with a Senton Splash from a standing position.

Cheap labor climbs to the top turnbuckle, but before he can stand fully Tempest gathers herself up and leaps landing her feet on his knees and grabs his head, she flips over backward tossing him over her head to the mat.

Bryan: What a massive Monkey Flip!

Yale: Coming from the Queen of the Monkeys herself no surprisingly.

In pain, Cheap Labor holds desperately onto his back as he peels himself off the canvas. He turns around slowly onto to see Tempest already up and at him. Before he can react she has him in her Flying Twisting Face First Headscissor Takedown.

SYSTEM CRASH!

It is all elementary after that. She hooks the leg, the referee slides into position, and the crowd can count with him.

1...

2...

3!

Bryan: And she's done it, we have a new Television champion, and her name is Tempest!

Yale: it looks like Cheap Labor needs to get over this school yard crush because he just got crushed.

Andrews: Here is your winner, as a result of a pinfall... and the NEW GCW Television Champion, TEMPEST!

Tempest springs up as the crowd erupts and she pumps her fist to the adulation. She bounces to the nearest corner and leaps to the top rope, raising her arms to the sky while Labor slowly rolls over. He stops on his knees, still looking dazed as he touches his jaw, rolling it around a bit.

Bryan: Looks like Labor's recovering slowly there.

Yale: If he's recovering at all it's a miracle. That had some stank on it.

But Cheap Labor stirs and comes up to his feet as Tempest mounts the opposite turnbuckle, celebrating her hard fought victory with a jubilant grin in a hail of popping camera flashes and excited shouts. She hops down and the referee hands her the television title belt, the real one which the powers that be apparently trust Tempest not to pawn, and raises her hand. She turns with her arms raised and comes face to face with Cheap Labor, who is clapping with a sappy smile on his face. The crowd cheers louder for the fallen champ and the sparkly new champ's show of respect as she holds out her hand.

Bryan: Now there's something you don't see enough of.

Yale: You mean stupid saps not taking the hint? Looks like Labor's not interested in shaking hands.

Sure enough, Labor steps forward, arms wide, motioning Tempest toward him. His words aren't audible to the camera mics, but the audience gets the gist by way of Tempest's slowly shaking head and weary expression. Even the nearby referee looks on with disbelief. Her reply is equally inaudible, but delivered without her characteristic glowing smile it can't be good.

Bryan: Looks like Labor's getting the bad news. One has to wonder how he'll take it.

Yale: He's an idiot. Anyone who's still pursuing a woman after she kicks him in the head deserves what he gets. It's true for Andy Murray and it's true for Cheap Labor. And Cheap Labor can't even make the excuse that he's been misled.

Bryan: C'mon Dave, Cheap may be a sap, but he's well intentioned.

Yale: And we know there those lead, right?

True enough those intentions seem to be leading straight to Hell. Cheap Labor looks crestfallen as Tempest speaks, apparently trying in earnest to let him down easy, but at the same time, keeping her distance, even as Labor tries to get closer to her, seeming to seek some reassurance. She steps back with her hands raised and tries once more to simply shake hands with the man she's apparently willing to call a friend. But Cheap Labor backs away, his expression inconsolable, and rolls out of the ring.

Yale: And there he goes. Your lovable loser needed more love and proved only to be a loser JB.

Bryan: I disagree and so do the fans who are giving him a warm round of applause along with the new champ, whose win is nonetheless deserved.

Yale: Especially if it gets that sad sack out of our hair.

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The camera once again flashes backstage, where the tuxedoed Kevin Jacobs stands waiting in the parking garage. Legions of ticketless fans in the distance cheer as a limousine pulls past them and nears the door.

Bryan: Well, we're back outside where Kevin Jacobs is awaiting the arrival of Christian Zenith, I assume.

Yale: Hey, for the time being at least, that's Commissioner Zenith, JB.

Bryan: Zenith has had to endure the indignity of interviewing for his own job, while listening to endless speculation about a possible replacement. But he's remained confident that the job will continue to be his.

The long black limo comes to a stop and the back door promptly opens. The fans react as Christian Zenith exits, clad in a black suit, black shirt and black tie, looking stern and serious.

Jacobs: Commissioner Zenith has arrived here at Cowboys Stadium, fans. Commissioner Zenith, do you remain sure that you will be handed the reigns to GCW here tonight?

Zenith, looking dismayed at being greeted by a camera team, pushes past and ignores the question. But Jacobs stays on him.

Jacobs: Mr. Commissioner, there's talk that tonight you'll be moved out in favor of Tim Shipley. Aren't you upset by all the public scrutiny this situation has caused?

The more direct question causes Zenith to hit the brakes. He calmly runs a hair across his head and adjusts his tie.

Zenith: Mr. Jacobs, public scrutiny is common for a man in my position. It doesn't upset me. I enjoy it. And that's why this job has been mine for the last two years.

Zenith moves to leave, but Jacobs is relentless.

Jacobs: Have you spoken to President Caldera? Has he given you any indication about--

Zenith: Just stop, Kevin. I am the Commissioner of GCW. If he wanted to fire me, he'd have done so a long time ago. So just sit back and relax, all right? And before you keep following me, keep in mind that I'll be the guy signing your paychecks come Monday.

This halts Jacobs in his tracks, allowing Zenith to enter the building unmolested. Jacobs just shakes his head as the shot returns to ringside.

Bryan: Christian Zenith, sounding pretty confident.

Yale: I think he's the right choice, JB. He's done a great job as Commissioner and I think he should be given the chance to do his thing.

Bryan: He hasn't done a thing as Commissioner, that's why Caldera likes him. But Zenith is ambitious, he wants this job badly. I know Caldera wants a puppet, but I don't know that Zenith fits the bill.

Yale: He certainly does better than Shipley...

Bryan: No doubt about that one. At any rate, we're getting closer and closer to the end of the Caldera Era in GCW.

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Bryan: And speaking of which, there's some commotion going on up a few levels in the luxury boxes.. I think I know what this is!

The camera tracks up to the luxury level just above the lower bowl. A group of excited fans in one particular box is cheering loudly, as Jay Terror throws Jason O'Neil into their row of seats. The entire building grows loud as the camera tracks them down, entering the box behind them for a better look.

Yale: How the hell did they get all the way up there, JB?!

Bryan: They've made their way from the depths of the building to the most expensive seats in the house! Those fans are getting a serious treat, but they'd better stay out of the way!

Terror walks to the edge of the box and looks out at the enormous capacity crowd. The fans boo him mercilessly as he once again lords over them, unconcerned with O'Neil, who lies hurt on the floor below him.

Bryan: Terror is back up on his pedestal, Dave. I guess you're enjoying this.

Yale: Of course I am! O'Neil has put up some moderate fight, but it looks like Terror is in complete control still!

Bryan: When last we saw them, O'Neil was flying down a flight of stairs thanks to Terror, but Terror looks like he's taken some punishment since then, too.

Yale: But who is it standing on top of GCW right now, JB? It's Jay Terror!

Terror hops down and kicks O'Neil in the ribs. The Scarecrow crawls away and gets to his feet. Terror moves in behind him, but O'Neil catches him by surprise with a back kick to the gut. O'Neil then winds up and rushes Terror to the wall, throwing him face first into the massive big screen TV that is mounted there. The fans leap back as sparks and shards of glass fly, leaving the broken TV smoldering and Jay Terror flat on the ground.

Bryan: OH MY GOD! Jason O'Neil just put Terror's head through a TV!

Yale: God, that just cost Jerry Jones a few thousand bucks!

Bryan: And the ironic part is, Terror will probably be the one getting the bill!

O'Neil pauses, trying to catch his breath as Terror clears the glass from his face. Nicked but not bleeding too badly, Terror stands but can't respond to a right hand from O'Neil. Sensing trouble, Terror escapes by leaping the wall from one box to the next. This group of fans swarms him, patting him on the back, but he shoves them away with O'Neil hot on his trail.

Bryan: O'Neil is hunting him now, and they're making their way from luxury box to luxury box!

Yale: Jay's gotta watch out, it's a rather long drop to the next level...

Bryan: God, you don't think...

O'Neil catches up to Terror two boxes over, tripping him into a row of seats. Terror battles back to his feet, but O'Neil stops him with a headbutt to the bridge of the nose. He then drags Terror toward the end and points down, where the legions of fans in the lower levels scatter out of the way.

Bryan: No, no, NO!

Yale: He's gonna do it, JB! It's NBK all over again!

But O'Neil never gets far, as Terror drills him with an elbow to the midsection. He drives O'Neil's head into the front wall of the box, then grabs him around the neck and leads him out the back door. The cameraman rejoins them outside in the hall, where fans have once again gathered to watch the fight.

Bryan: They're taking this thing back out into the concession area again, this time on the box level... God, I'm having a hard time believing this stadium only cost a billion dollars.

Yale: That's a rather well-appointed bar they're nearing, JB... Uh-oh!

Patrons lined up at the bar, watching the event on a large screen over the rows of liquor, cheer in excitement as the two draw close. O'Neil suddenly launches Terror off of him, ramming Terror's chest into the edge of the bar. He turns in pain, only to get sliced down by a running clothesline.

Bryan: Boom, counter by O'Neil! That was one of the first actual wrestling moves we've seen so far.

Yale: That's ok, that's ok, Terror can take it!

Indeed, Terror quickly pulls himself back up, but O'Neil hooks him around the neck. He lifts Terror into the air, prompting a huge cheer from the crowd as he drops him with a vertical suplex.

Bryan: God, suplex right on the floor! It's carpeted back there but there isn't a lot of give!

Yale: I can't believe this, JB! Someone get these guys to the ring!

Bryan: Yeah, I thought you'd come around.

O'Neil slumps against the bar, still struggling to get his breath. Terror rolls over and gets to his hands and knees, clutching at the small of his back and wincing in pain. He stands only to find O'Neil holding a wine bottle. He swings and connects with the crown of Terror's skull, but the bottle somehow holds together, resulting in a hollow clunk followed by Terror hitting the ground.

Bryan: GOD! O'Neil tried to smash that bottle over Terror's head, but he may as well have been hitting him with a lead pipe!

Yale: No way, I just think O'Neil's too old and weak to manage it, JB.

Bryan: From the look of Terror on the floor, I'd say he's feeling pretty well hammered!

O'Neil looks in surprise at the bottle, but shrugs and tosses it aside. Fans scramble to pick up the souvenir as O'Neil collects Terror again. He winds Terror up and whips him hard into a large crowd of tables, and Terror flies into them out of control. He bowls through, taking out half a dozen tables as he slams back into the floor.

Yale: O'Neil has snapped, JB! He's just having a field day here!

Bryan: He thinks he's doing Terror a favor, Dave. I guess he feels that Terror will inevitably fall, and it'll be less painful if he never rises in the first place!

Yale: And what does O'Neil think he's going to do to stop it? Terror's the chosen one no matter what!

Bryan: But if he loses tonight there's no way he can show up next week and claim to be the top dog in GCW! O'Neil can seriously cripple Terror's plans if he can beat him tonight.

Yale: Well he's not going to beat him up in the bar or the luxury boxes!

Bryan: No, but for now he's taking out many years of anger and President Caldera's protege!

Trying to pursue Terror through the fallen furniture, O'Neil tosses a few chairs aside and catches up to him at the bar. But Terror wheels around with a bottle of his own; the liquor bottle explodes on the side of O'Neil's head, stopping the Scarecrow but not sending him down.

Bryan: God, there's another bottle, and this one broke all right!

Yale: But O'Neil is still standing, JB! Good Lord!

Bryan: This is getting seriously out of hand! Terror's going for more!

Angered by O'Neil's refusal to drop, Terror reaches under the bar for another bottle. He grips one and readies a swing, but then realizes he is holding a nearly full bottle of Jack Daniels. He raises an eyebrow and pops the top, pouring a few slugs of the whiskey into his tilted mouth. After a satisfied swallow, Terror rears back and crushes the bottle on O'Neil's head, and this time he hits the ground.

Bryan: Oh my God, down goes The Scarecrow, and that could be the final time!

Yale: This thing is about over, JB! But did Jay really have to waste all that Jack?

Terror steps over the broken glass and looks with disdain at the gathered crowd of people.

Terror: So this is where the high-rolling, wine-and-cheese crowd hangs out. Are you ready for--

But this time O'Neil doesn't give Terror time to chat. The blood running down his face seems to fuel him as he blasts Terror in the back of the head with a diving forearm. Terror hits the ground, and O'Neil grabs his ankle from behind.

Bryan: Hang on, O'Neil's got him in an ankle lock! Terror is screaming in pain!

Yale: He can't tap out, this isn't the real match!

Bryan: But O'Neil doesn't give a damn, he's going to break Jay's ankle right here and now! And the wine-and-cheese fans are loving it!

The crowd cheers him on as O'Neil, standing and sneering, does his best to wrench Terror's ankle. Terror writhes and tries to fight out, but O'Neil's grip is true.

Bryan: Terror's in some trouble now! O'Neil has finally got Terror in an open area where he can really wrestle, and Terror might not be up for it!

Yale: He'll find a way out of this, JB, just watch!

Terror tries to claw away, but there's nowhere for him to go. No ropes, no referee, just legions of screaming fans watching as he tries to avoid crying for mercy. He finally scratches to a plush leather sofa on the edge of a large lounge area, and uses it to pull himself upright. O'Neil just keeps right on twisting at the ankle, until Terror turns and fires a rapid enziguri! But O'Neil sees it coming a mile away and ducks, leaving Terror to drop to the floor at an even more torturous angle.

Bryan: Terror tried to counter, but O'Neil was having none of that! He's really intent on breaking that ankle right here and now!

Yale: He's tenacious, no doubt, but Terror's just humoring him! This doesn't really hurt!

Terror answers with a scream of pain, but defiantly begins pulling himself up again. O'Neil pulls him away from the sofa, removing his source of balance, but Terror uses the change in momentum to his advantage. He leaps at O'Neil, who inadvertently pulls him right where he wants to go. Terror leaps onto his shoulders and drops back, countering into a hurricanrana that sends O'Neil's head bouncing off the floor.

Bryan: Oh God, sensational reversal! You were right, Dave, Terror found a way!

Yale: That was amazing! Give it up for the Icon, JB!

Bryan: But that ankle is definitely hurting, Dave! O'Neil may have given himself an edge!

Yale: Yeah, if he ever regains consciousness!

While attempting to walk off the searing pain in his ankle, Terror continues to have bitter words for the fans crowding around them. GCW Security once again does its job of keeping them at a safe distance, but Terror nonetheless engages them in trash talk. O'Neil begins to stir and Terror picks him up, but suddenly finds two hands wrapped around his head. O'Neil drops to his knees, delivering a painful jawbreaker that sends Terror scurrying away.

Bryan: But O'Neil counters again! This guy will not quit!

Yale: He's clearly being fueled by something, JB. Too bad it's all entirely futile!

Bryan: Maybe not, he's got Terror reeling!

He tracks Terror down, grabbing his arm from behind and locking him up. The fans explode as Terror begins squirming wildly, knowing he's been caught.

Bryan: ABSOLUTION! O'Neil's going to take him down!

Yale: OH NO!

O'Neil prepares to drop Terror, but Terror springs into action. He flips backwards, soaring over O'Neil's head and turning right out of the hold. He lands with an arm wrapped around O'Neil's neck, lifts him off the floor, and drops him with a crushing sit-out DDT.

Bryan: Counter... BANDSTAND BUST! HE GOT IT!

Yale: YES! HAHA, he nailed it! O'Neil is out, gone, finished, done for!

The fans cringe as O'Neil's head hits the floor, leaving a grinning Terror to stand and survey the massive damage done to the area.

Terror: Hold your ladies back, gentlemen, I can't take them all at once.

Bryan: Oh, God, Jason O'Neil is finished. That's it, someone get him some help!

Yale: They're not even going to make it into the ring, JB. This thing was just settled once and for all! Jay Terror is on top of GCW!

A few crew members enter the circle in an attempt to help O'Neil, but Terror angrily orders them back.

Terror: NO! Don't anyone touch him! This isn't finished yet! I'm hauling his ass down to the ring and I'm going to end this!

Bryan: Oh, come on, haven't you done enough?!

Yale: O'Neil is a goner, JB! But Terror wants to break him!

Terror pulls O'Neil up, and the Scarecrow weakly keeps his feet. Terror begins leading him down the hall, violently shoving the camera out of the way. The camera goes out, and the shot quickly returns to the surprised announcers at ringside.

Bryan: Well, fans, I guess we're not quite done with this after all! They're on their way to the ring!

Yale: Good! We're going to get to see the Jay Terror coronation up close, JB!

Bryan: I'm just disgusted by what I'm seeing here. I know this is a personal battle, but Jay Terror didn't just come to win, he came to embarrass Jason O'Neil.

Yale: Well, if O'Neil doesn't like it, he should do something about it.

Bryan: He'll have the chance! We'll follow that action as they presumably make their way to the ring. But for now, it's on with the show!

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Bryan: And it's time for what should be another knock-down drag out fight. It's Bryan Mayhem going up against Mortifera, and you know what that means, Dave.

Yale: Carnage. Despite the fact that no special stipulations have been applied to this contest, I get the feeling that this is going to be one of the most brutal matches of the evening. It's certainly one of the most personal!

Bryan: The history between Shaman and Bryan Mayhem is rich with commotion. Shaman defeated Mayhem to capture the Television Title in his first GCW match four years ago, and since then they've gone through more together than any other pair of wrestlers on the roster. From teaming up as members of the dominant Oblivion faction, to beating the living daylights out of each other, Shaman and Mayhem have a shared history that's full of twists and turns.

Yale: I can't help but feel that tonight's contest could be the final chapter of that story, JB. These men have been heavily involved with one another since Shaman's 2006 debut, and if their recent violent escapades outside the ring have proven one thing, it's that this has got to end sooner rather than later.

Bryan: These two and Shaman's partner, Jorge Samuelsson, have been caught brawling in public a few times recently, with the most recent fracas resulting in Mayhem being thrown through a store's plate glass window. I agree whole-heartedly that tonight is a perfect night to write this thing off once and for all, but with the penchant for violence that these three competitors share, I doubt that'll be the case.

Yale: Regardless of whether this is truly 'the end' for Mortifera and Bryan Mayhem, The Lunatic certainly has the odds stacked against him tonight. He's one of the most powerful, demented wrestlers I've ever seen, but Shaman has proven in the past that he can be Mayhem's equal, and this time he's got another big lump backing him up - Jorge Samuelsson.

Bryan: It seems strange to be calling Bryan Mayhem an 'underdog,' but if ever there was a situation to apply such a term to the GCW Original, this is it. The world already knows how tough all three of these guys are, and in physical terms, they're pretty much equal. Samuelsson might not have been around for as long as Shaman and Mayhem, but he knows how to back his partner up. Bryan has a long, long night ahead of him.

Yale: Every time Shaman and Mayhem have stepped into the ring it's been nothing short of a massacre. These guys hit harder than any other wrestler I've seen, and they're all huuuuuuge! I hope to God that the ring's foundations have been strengthened for this one...

DING! DING! DING!

Andrews: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a handicap match for the GCW Tag Team Championships!

In the ring, Joey Andrews stretches a trademark ear-to-ear grin across his face as a nervous Hal Jenkins adjusts his referee's shirt. Suddenly the house lights cut. They're quickly replaced by an array of red beams pointing at the Megatron, on which a mushroom cloud appears. An army of robe-clad, candle-carrying men pours from beneath the screen, taking positions on either side of the ramp.

Yale: Jeesh, look at Jenkins! He looks like he's about to wet himself.

Bryan: Can you blame him? As GCW's most inexperienced referee, he couldn't really have hoped to be given a more daunting assignment for the biggest show of the year. This atmosphere doesn't exactly put the mind at ease, either.

Yale: Oh, tell me about it. With this entrance, Bryan Mayhem does a great job of scaring his opponents into submission before he's even hit the ring!

Dimmu Borgir's trademark black metal bombast bursts from the PA system as 'Puritania' kicks in with a double bass blast and a countdown to extinction. A wall of flame shoots up from the stage, scorching the eyebrows of those within the first few rows of it, before a gigantic, lumbering figure emerges. He pauses not as he passes by the robed figures, who snuff out their candles as The Lunatic passes them by on his way to the battleground.

Yale: Well, he might have his hands full tonight, but if there is anyone in the fed who has even the slightest chance of single-handedly defeating the Shaman/Samuelsson tandem, it's Mayhem.

Bryan: His chances are still slim, but you're right. Bryan Mayhem is easily the most aggressive wrestler that we have on the GCW roster, and when you add that to his strength, size, ruthless streak, and his ridiculous threshold for pain, he's a terrifying prospect for any one opponent. Does he have it in himself to overcome these terrible odds, though?

Yale: You can bet he's not going to go down without a fight, at least. Open wounds remain from the last match Shaman and Mayhem had together, and you know he's out for blood tonight. Last year's Russian Roulette clash produced unparalleled levels of brutality, the likes of which we'll probably never see on GCW television again, and despite the lack of stipulations I can't see this contest being anything but a bloodbath.

Bryan: Indeed. There may not be a 'No Disqualifications' tag attached to this match, but you'd expect the officials to use common sense and 'relax' the rules a little. Whenever Shaman and Bryan Mayhem are in the same ring, they're going to tear the life out of each other. It would be foolish to get in their way.

Andrews: Introducing first - he is the challenger! From Belmont, England, weighing in at 348lbs, he is 'THE LUNATIC'... BRYAAAAANNNNNNNN MAAAAYYYYHHHHHEEEEEEEMMMMM!

As the robed men disappear one-by-one, Mayhem steps up onto the ring apron and swings a giant leg over the top rope. He glares once at Hal Jenkins, once at Joey Andrews, and then turns to face the Megatron, readier than he'll ever be. Eventually, 'Puritania' cuts, replaced by the sound of falling hammers as the arena is again plunged into darkness.

Yale: And here come the champions...

A huge fireball lights up the arena, bursting around the Megatron as Faith No More's 'Surprise! You're Dead!' hits the speakers. M-O-R-T-I-F-E-R-A is spelt out across the screen as the monstrous Tag Team Champions step out from backstage, belts over their shoulders. Cold, emotionless masks painted across both of their faces, they begin the long descent down to the NC-17 ring under Bryan Mayhem's vengeful gaze.

Yale: You wanna talk about a dominant force, how about Shaman and Samuelsson?

Bryan: We always thought that no faction could ever come in and rival Oblivion as the most physically imposing faction in GCW history, but Mortifera certainly run Shaman and his old partner Mayhem close. In Samuelsson Shaman has found a terrifying man mountain who works wonders alongside the Native American Badass. He may not have the most diverse skillset in GCW, but the fact that he defeated Bryan Mayhem's brother, hall-of-famer Jason O'Neil, with relative ease a couple of weeks ago speaks volumes of Samuelsson's threat.

Yale: Mayhem is hungry for revenge, but going up against these guys alone may just be one of the biggest challenges of his GCW career. Sure, he and Shaman know each other like the back of their hands, but Samuelsson is the X-factor here. His fighting style may not be the most difficult to figure out, but believe it or not, there is a brain somewhere beneath that thick skull. Who knows what goes on inside that man's head.

Showing no fear, Mortifera eventually reach the bottom of the ramp and climb up the steps.

Andrews: And his opponents! Weighing in at a combined weight of 730lbs, they are the reigning GCW World Tag Team Champions... JORGE SAMUELSSON AND SHAMAN... MORRRRRTTTTTIIFFFFFFEEEEEERRRRAAAAAAAA!

Fireworks ignite from the ring posts as the two behemoths enter, but Mayhem stands his ground and clenches a fist. Mortifera remove their belts and hand them to Jenkins, who in-turn passes them onto a member of the ring crew. Scampering back into the ring, Jenkins pushes himself between Mortifera and Mayhem, trying to keep them separate before the bell rings.

Bryan: Well, at least he's putting on a brave face!

Yale: Heh, poor guy. I almost feel sorry for him, ya know.

Bryan: Pfffft, like I believe that for a second.

DING! DING! DING!

Finally, Faith No More are no longer audible and the bell chimes. Mayhem immediately leaps upon his opponents like a feral beast, knocking Hal Jenkins onto his backside and launching a furious barrage of strikes at both men. Shaman judders from a left, and a right sends Samuelsson staggering. Left, right. Left, right. With a wild glimmer in his eyes, Mayhem backs his opponents back a couple of steps before clasping the back of their heads and bashing them together.

Yale: Oh my God! What an explosive start!

Bryan: Mayhem is a man possessed!

With both adversaries dazed, The Lunatic seizes the moment and bundles Samuelsson through the ropes. Jorge hits the ground with a thud as Mayhem grabs Shaman by the throat and backs him into a corner. Shaman tries to push his way out, but Bryan headbutts him and knocks him stiff in the gut, before pulling his long-time foe away from the corner and clubbing him across the neck. Having fallen to one knee, Shaman's left exposed as Bryan grabs his shoulders and smashes a knee into his ribcage.

Bryan: What a shot by Mayhem!

Yale: He's really putting the punishment on Shaman early here, but watch out for Samuelsson.

Bryan: Here comes the big Norseman.

Having recovered, Samuelsson swings a giant leg over the top rope, but Mayhem is in his face before he can pull the other over. A couple of stiff shots hit Jorge's jaw. The Modern Viking shoves Mayhem, giving him enough time to enter the ring fully, but Mayhem doesn't quit and is soon all over him again. Wild swing follows wild swing. Samuelsson can't cope with the ferocity, and when Mayhem takes his head and smashes a forearm into his face, he falls back against the ropes.

Yale: We've just spent 5 minutes talking about the numbers game, but if Bryan Mayhem won't let it come into play, it's not even a factor! Samuelsson reeling, now.

Bryan: Mortifera will catch up with Mayhem soon enough, but he's come out of the starting blocks with aplomb. Shaman's rising now, though.

Eventually, GCW's resident Native American gets back to a vertical base and notices Mayhem choking his partner. In a blind rage, Shaman charges at Mayhem, but his steps are so heavy that The Lunatic telegraphs this, and dodges out of the way, sending Shaman crashing into his partner.

Bryan: Awkward collision! Shaman's down...

Mayhem hits the deck and hooks the leg.

...1!

Yale: Easy kickout from Shaman. Bryan was never going to pin him there, but that kickout will take another little bit of oxygen out of his former partner's lungs.

Unfortunately for Mayhem, Samuelsson gets back to his feet and books The Lunatic across the back. He pulls Mayhem away from Shaman, allowing the Native American time to rise as Jorge hauls Mayhem up and exchanges slow, heavy blows with him in the centre of the ring. The balance of power remains equal until Shaman's up.

Yale: Well, it was fun while it lasted I guess. Time for Mortifera to go to work on Mayhem.

Bryan: Bryan Mayhem has withstood some of the most hellish beatings that this federation has ever seen, and he started this match with urgency of a lightning bolt. Shaman and Samuelsson may have the numerical advantage, but if I was on the advantageous side of a two-on-one, Bryan Mayhem is about the last guy I'd want to face.

Yale: You got a lot of experience in two-on-one situations, JB?

Bryan: No, I don't wrestle.

Yale: ... jeesh, that went right over your head, didn't it?

Samuelsson has Mayhem's arms pulled back, making him helpless to defend himself as Shaman swings punches into his gut. Bryan flails and flutters, trying to hit Shaman with a random kick. Eventually his struggles become enough to loosen Samuelsson's grip, and he's able to duck a Shaman clothesline... but not the big boot from Jorge.

'OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!'

Bryan: Right in the jaw!

Yale: I think I felt that impact from here, JB. Samuelsson's six seventeen just caught Mayhem right on the kisser!

Bryan: TIMBERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

After Mayhem slowly topples to the floor like a fallen Redwood, Shaman drops to his knees and clenches a fist. Punch follows punch, and soon Shamans knuckles are painted white with smears from Bryan's corpse paint.

Bryan: Closed fist after closed fist. You know, if it were any other three men in the ring right now, the referee would have already broken this one up.

Yale: Are you going to argue with Shaman and Samuelsson? There's no way that this can be officiated like a normal handicap match, otherwise we'd have probably already had a disqualification now! There's years of bad blood between Mayhem and Shaman, and if you give them the chance to beat the snot out of each other, things are going to get violent.

As if spurred on by James Bryan's words, Hal Jenkins tries to assert himself on the action by tapping Shaman's shoulder and telling him to cease. Samuelsson gets in his way, though, and uses his looming presence to back the shorn-headed official into a corner.

Bryan: Heh, poor Hal. Whoever assigned him this match obviously didn't think things through!

Yale: What are you talking about?! This just makes things even more entertaining.

Bryan: You're not the one being pushed into a corner by a 7' Viking.

Jorge says nothing, just glares at the petrified referee. Shaman rises, his knuckles skinned from smacking Mayhem's skull repeatedly. He steps over to Samuelsson and grabs his shoulder.

Yale: Looks like Shaman's asking his partner to focus.

Bryan: Jorge is wasting his time with Je-- WAIT!

Yale: LOW BLOW! Mayhem out of nowhere!

Shaman falls to his knees as Mayhem crushes his family jewels from behind. Unfortunately for Bryan, though, his earlier beating has taken it out of him and he can't stand up before Samuelsson grabs him by the throat and throws him into the corner in a feral rage. Charging as fast as a 400lb man can, Jorge knocks Mayhem with a forearm. He lets Bryan stumble out of the corner, before scooping him up and slamming him into the mat.

Bryan: A near 350lb scoop slam from Jorge Samuelsson!

Yale: Incredible strength from the Norseman - there aren't many people in the business who can do that to Bryan Mayhem.

Bryan: And now Samuelsson stomping away!

Soon enough Shaman rises, still clutching his groin in pain as he joins his partner in Mayhem's stomping. On Shaman's cue they pick their opponent up and take him towards the ropes, before bundling him over the top. Mayhem latches a hand onto the top rope, slowing his fall but not preventing it, and though he lands on his feet Shaman is out quickly to smack his face off the edge of the ring.

'OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!'

Yale: Mayhem staggers back into the barrier... and what the hell is Jenkins doing?!

'ONE!'

'TWO!'

Bryan: He's starting the count-out, Dave!

As soon as Shaman realises what's going on he turns, flashing a steely glare at the inexperienced official. Immediately Hal Jenkins recoils.

Yale: Heh. Not any more, apparently.

With Mayhem slumped down against the barricade, Shaman and Samuelsson take it in turns to plants blows on his jaw. Assuming him dazed enough, Mortifera bring him to his feet, only to slam him straight back down into the steel railings again. Mayhem hits the deck as Shaman turns around and throw the ring curtain up. Quickly pulling out a steel chair, the ever-violent Native American hoists it in the air and roars.

Yale: This doesn't look good for Mayhem!

The Lunatic is pinned to the floor, his torso hold down by The Modern Viking. Instead of striking Bryan with the chair, Shaman forces it down against his windpipe and pushes. Mayhem thrashes and kicks, struggling for air.

Bryan: Oh come on! Jenkins has gotta do something about this!

Yale: I don't think Hal wants anything to do with Mortifera here, JB. Would you want to get in the way of these two, after seeing the kind of hell Mayhem and Shaman put each other through at last year's event?

Bryan: Not through choice, but if it was my job? I'd deal with the situation. Come on, Hal! Any more of this and Mayhem is going to pass out!

Instead of intervening, Hal Jenkins stands in the ring visibly unsure of himself. Soon, though, pressure begins to mount. Voices of discontent jeer and boo, with a few front row fans wagging fingers in the referee's general direction. Soon, he has no choice but to gingerly roll out of the ring and try to admonish Shaman.

Yale: Looks like he grew a pair!

As soon as he gets there, though, Shaman pulls the chair away from Mayhem's throat and tosses it to the ground. Jenkins breathes a sigh of relief, but notices that the skin on Bryan's throat is red raw and soon he's backing off again. This time, Shaman takes Mayhem own his own, and launches into back-first into the ringsteps with and Irish whip.

Yale: JESUS! We're only 5 minutes into this match, and already Mayhem has taken a beating that would see lesser men crumble!

Bryan: This man can absorb pain like a sponge, though. We've seen it over the years, and we'll surely see it again tonight. We knew this one would bend the rules from the offset, but I don't think Mayhem's done just yet.

Yale: After an explosive start, it does seem that he's fading though. Even a man of Bryan Mayhem's stature can only withstand so much punishment before he falls.

Mortifera back away from the downed man for a moment, but Shaman is quick to orchestrate his next move. He barks a few orders into his partner's ears and points towards the technical area.

Bryan: Uh-oh. I think they're looking our way...

Accepting Shaman's words with a nod, the giant Samuelsson steps around the ring. Dave and JB feel their pulses quicken as he approaches, but count their blessings as he passes them and heads for the adjacent announce table.

Yale: Phew! Looks like he's heading for the Scottish announce table instead!

Flanked by the staring eyes of the Spanish and English-speaking announce teams, the two Scottish language announcers glance Samuelsson curiously.

Jock: The hills. The hills, laddie!

McTavish: OCH!

With Shaman taking care of business behind him, Samuelsson pulls the safety cover away from the table and rips the monitors from their moorings. Both members of GCW's second foreign language announce team leap from their chairs as Jorge walks around to help Shaman take Mayhem to the table.

Yale: Looks like things are about to go from bad to worse for Bryan Mayhem!

Bryan: This is ridiculous, Dave! Haven't they done enough damage already?

Yale: It's like you said, JB - Mayhem isn't done yet. Shaman is well aware of just how much pain he's going to have to dish out to put Bryan to sleep tonight.

Mortifera roll The Lunatic's body onto the table's metal top, before Samuelsson climbs up with him. Taking a few moments to steady his heightened centre of balance, Samuelsson takes Mayhem by the head and calls for a big move...

McTavish: OH NESSIE!

CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRASSSHHHH!

... but the table gives way beneath his feet.

Samuelsson falls forwards awkwardly, smashing his forehead against the edge of JB & Dave's table. He hits the ground, motionless save for his heaving lungs, and Shaman quickly steps to his aid. As the Native American looks for a quick resuscitation, Mayhem, having experienced a significantly softer landing, tries to push himself up on the collapsed table's top.

Yale: Oh my God! Did you see that?! Samuelsson's head just cracked right off the edge of our desk! Look at the size of the dent in that thing!

Bryan: The Viking could very well be out cold here, Ladies and Gents!

Yale: Momentarily, the odds are even. If Bryan Mayhem wants to get back into this thing then now's the time to do it!

Bryan: He's trying...

The Lunatic manages to roll himself away from the wreckage, but Shaman hears him and quickly turns around. Letting a perverse smile pull across his craggy features, Shaman takes Mayhem by his black dreadlocks and throws him back into the ring. A team of four polo-clad EMT's charge down the ramp and round to where the fallen Viking lays.

Bryan: Well, we're back in the ring now, but Shaman is keeping the pressure up.

Shaman gets Mayhem up and looks him dead in the eye. With one hand still clutching Mayhem's dreadlocks, Shaman shouts something at his former ally... who responds by lobbing a gob of saliva into Shaman's eyes! Enraged, Shaman clubs Mayhem across the neck, before driving him into the mat with a sidewalk slam. Wiping the spit from his eyes, Shaman hooks the leg.

...1!

...2!

No! Mayhem powers a shoulder up.

Yale: Maybe not such a bright move from Mayhem there. Spitting in Shaman's face is only gonna anger the Mojave native further.

Bryan: Meanwhile the medical team are doing their best to get Samuelsson back to a fit state. The Norwegian is stirring, but he's still not opened his eyes.

Slowly, Shaman gets back up, taking The Lunatic with him. He soon throws Bryan's head under his arm and grabs his belt, looking for a suplex, but a sudden burst of energy flows through Mayhem's legs and he forces Shaman back into the corner. Breaking free from his former Oblivion partner, the O'Neil clan's largest warrior knocks Shaman for six with four knuckles to the nose. Crimson erupts from Shaman's nostrils and blood flies, but Mayhem doesn't allow him any time to recover, instead swooping hard lefts and rights into his ribs.

Bryan: What a shot! Shaman's nose could be broken after that one, but Bryan Mayhem doesn't care!

Yale: He knows he's fighting for his life in there. He may not admit it, but Bryan Mayhem must surely know that he and Shaman are almost identical as forces of nature.

Bryan: Tonight we may finally find out once and for all who the better man is. These guys have traded victories for years, and now, one year after one of the most brutal matches in NC-17 history, they might have a shot at settling this.

Backing off and letting some of his own fatigue drain, Bryan watches his bleeding foe stumble blindly forward. Clutching his ribs, Shaman is left wide open as Mayhem puts him in a double underhook and drives his face into the mat!

Yale: JEESH! Lemme tell ya, if that nose wasn't broken already, it surely is now!

Mayhem gets up, looking devilish as he uses his boot to push Shaman onto his stomach. Glancing once at the EMT's swarming Samuelsson, then looking back the bloody Arizonan, Mayhem reaches into his pocket and rummages for something. It doesn't take him long to find what he's looking for, and when his fingers touch the cold steel he grins.

Bryan: What's he got?

Slowly, The Lunatic pulls a pair of gleaming handcuffs from his pocket and holds them for all to see.

Yale: Cuffs! Mayhem is going to cuff Shaman!

Bryan: Heh. So much for the rulebook.

Taking Shaman by the arm, Mayhem drags him across the ring before draping him over the top rope and extending an arm. After unlocking the cuffs, Bryan snaps one side around Shaman's wrist, before fastening the other round the top rope. The more morbid fans in attendance cheer wildly as Mayhem lets the key sit in the palm of his hand for a second, before launching it blindly into the crowd!

Yale: Mayhem just threw away the key!

Bryan: Oh my! Shaman is handcuffed to the rope, and there's not a damn thing he can do about it!

Yale: There's no way out for Mortifera now! Samuelsson is still very much down and out, and Shaman is stuck without a key! We could be about to see a new Tag Team Champion, JB!

Though conscious, Shaman hasn't quite come-to. The Belmont native walks across the ring and slides out. EMT's scatter like pins from a bowling ball as Bryan Mayhem wades in and pushes them to the side, before taking Jorge by his scruffy brown hair and pulling him up. It's a laborious task, even for a man of Bryan Mayhem's size, but eventually the single man has one half of Mortifera back in the ring and at his mercy.

Bryan: This has gotta be it, Dave! Samuelsson is out for the count.

Yale: Why isn't Mayhem making the cover NOW, though?! This is his big chance.

Bryan: Look at the way he's eyeing Shaman, Dave. He's waiting 'til Shaman wakes up; he wants him to see this!

With a downed Viking at his feet, Mayhem waits for the stirring Shaman to finally realise the reality of the situation, but his patience soon begins to wear thin. He takes a giant step over Samuelsson and grabs Shaman's chin. Mayhem's touch is all it takes to awaken Shaman, and as soon as his eyes meet Mayhem's he swings wildly for The Lunatic. Bryan manages to hop back just in time to dodge the blow, and with Jorge still down behind him, he laughs as a seething Shaman tries in-vein to break himself free.

Yale: Bryan hits the mat. This is it!

...1!

...2!






...3?






Bryan: SAMUELSSON KICKS OUT!

Yale: JESUS CHRIST! How close was that? I could've sworn Hal's hand hit the ground!

Bryan: It did, but not before Jorge kicked himself out! We were a split-second away from having another solo Tag Team champion, Dave!

Frustrated, Mayhem goes for another pin, hooking the leg this time.

...1!

...2!

No! This time, Samuelsson gets his shoulder up.

Bryan: Mayhem waited too long, Dave. If he handed stood there and waited for Shaman to recover, he could've pinned Samuelsson and the Tag Team titles would have been his. Now he's gotta finish off an admittedly dazed Modern Viking.

Yale: I don't know how copus mentus Jorge is going to be after that knock he took a few minutes ago, either. Shaman needs to find a way back into this match.

Sitting up, Mayhem clenches two fists and bangs them against the rough canvas. After snarling at Jenkins he gets back up, rolling Samuelsson over and pulling him up by the arms.

Bryan: Mayhem's trying to lift Jorge here, but the big Norseman is fighting back!

Yale: A sluggish shot to the gut slows The Lunatic! And another!

Samuelsson tries to break Mayhem's wavering grip as he stands, but the painted Englishman halts his rise by kicking him straight in the shin. Samuelsson drops to one knee and Mayhem steps behind him, wrapping both arms around Samuelsson's neck in a sleeper hold. As he applies the pressure, Mayhem turns to Shaman, looking the writhing Tag Team Champion in the eye as he squeezes the life out of his partner.

Bryan: Jorge's face is going beetroot!

Yale: A little payback for Mayhem after what Mortifera did what that chair earlier.

Bryan: And look at Shaman! He's utterly helpless here. Jorge won't give up the fight, but Mayhem is firmly in control of this match and there is absolutely nothing that Shaman can do about it.

Yale: You know that's killing Shaman. He wants nothing more than to defeat Bryan Mayhem and end this once and for all, but his hands are tied, literally. He's being forced to watch his worst enemy beat the snot out of his tag team partner.

As Jorge tries to battle out of the submission, Shaman gets to his feet and tries to find a way out. A wayward elbow from Samuelsson hits Bryan awkwardly in the ribs, but The Lunatic just hisses and kicks Jorge in the kidneys. The massive Norwegian groans with pain and Mayhem turns his back for moment, hopping out of the ring to retrieve the steel chair. He throws the chair inside the ring and walks straight over to Shaman, slapping the helpless Mortifera member across the cheek and grinning. Shaman grits his teeth and starts to swing with his free hand, but stops when he notices the looming presence rising behind Mayhem.

Bryan: Uh-oh!

Yale: Don't turn around, Bryan!

Does Bryan Mayhem turn around?

This is a wrestling match. Of course he turns around.

Bryan: WHAM! What a clothesline from Samuelsson.

The move sends Mayhem to the mat, and Jorge stops his revival before it can start by dropping an elbow across his chest. Picking up the steel chair, Jorge takes it towards the corner that Mayhem is closest to and jams it between the top two turnbuckles. He takes a few steps back.

Yale: Looks like Jorge is lining him up.

Bryan: Mayhem's up to one knee...

Soon he reaches his full 6'11'. Still dazed, he's completely helpless to avoid the incoming 400lbs project that powers him into the steel chair!

Yale: OH MY GOD!

Bryan: MASSIVE spear from Samuelsson to send Mayhem into the chair!

Yale: Mayhem's back must be shot to pieces after all these shots!

Pulling his opponent away from the ropes, Jorge covers.

Bryan: This could be it!

...1!









...2!









Yale: NOOOO!

Bryan: MAYHEM KICKS OUT!

Yale: I really thought Bryan was a goner there, JB. They've smashed his back against the railings, thrown him against the ring steps, and now speared him into a steel chair, and STILL Bryan Mayhem lives to fight another day! Frankly, that's terrifying.

Bryan: Just what have these guys gotta do to finish him off?!

Satisfied that his opponent won't be getting up for a little while, Jorge looks over to Shaman, who is still struggling with the cuffs and calling for officials to get some bolt cutters. Jorge powers over, looks at the cuffs, then at the turnbuckles. An idea pops into his head, and he wastes little time in communicating it to Shaman.

Bryan: What are they doing?

Yale: I don't know, but Jorge is pointing towards the turnbuckles.

Shaman nods, acknowledging his partner's words, and drags the handcuffs along to where the rope is screwed to the turnbuckle. Suddenly, violently, he pulls his massive body backwards, trying to use his force to loosen the screws.

Bryan: Shaman is insane! He's trying to pull the ring apart!

Yale: Well if there's one man in GCW I'd trust to pull a ring apart...

Bryan: Meanwhile, Samuelsson just picked Mayhem up and drilled him with a DDT! The Lunatic won't be getting involved for a little while, at least.

Soon enough, Samuelsson comes over to aid his partner's question. Having had little luck so far, Shaman watches his partner grab the end of the ropes. Jorge looks him in the eye and counts 'one, two, three,' before pulling backwards in unison. They almost manage to rip the post from its moorings, but still Shaman isn't free.

Yale: I can't believe these maniacs actually think this is going to work!

Bryan: I dunno, Dave. We're talking over 700lbs of force here.

Yale: Yeah, but the foundations of this ring were deliberately reinforced especially for this match.

Bryan: The foundations, yes. Not the ropes...

Samuelson: One, two, THREE!

... nothing.

Yale: Come on guys, give it up!

Infuriated, Samuelsson pulls back.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until...












SSSSSSSSSSNNNNNNNNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

Yale: ... what?!

Bryan: HOLY ****!

Yale: IT WORKED! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, IT WORKED!

The top rope comes loose completely. A large screw falls to the mat and bounces off as the rope droops to the floor. Both members of Mortifera almost hit the deck from the suddenness of the break.

Bryan: I've never seen anything like that in my life, Dave! Mortifera just PULLED the top rope off one side of the ring!

Yale: This is completely ludicrous! I just rope the ring crew brought spare parts...

Bryan: I'm sure they'll get it repaired in time for the next match, but Bryan Mayhem is in serious trouble now.

Yale: Indeed. Mortifera have mobilized, and they're pissed!

With the cuffs still around his wrist, Shaman looks over to Bryan Mayhem and rubs his hands together. The Champs peel the Lunatic from the deck and hoist him up. Bryan sways from side to side, his head spinning and his balance wavering. Shaman hits him with a left, Mayhem stumbles to Samuelsson. A right. Stumble. Left. Stumble. Right, then an uppercut from Shaman that sends Mayhem into Samuelsson's clutches.

Yale: It looks like Samuelsson is setting Mayhem up for one of his signature powerbombs.

Sure enough, Jorge throws Bryan's head between his thighs, and in an impressive show of strength pulls him up to his shoulders. He steps backwards, struggling to hold Bryan's weight. Suddenly, the Lunatic claws Jorge in the eyes, temporarily blinding his opponent and forcing him to let go. Hopping down, an on-the-ball Bryan smacks Shaman in the mouth with a big Yakuza kick!

Bryan: How the hell did Bryan get out of that one!?

Yale: I don't know, but he's going for that chair!

Picking the weapon from the ground, Bryan shows no hesitation as he smashes it across Samuelsson's skull!

Yale: What a shot! But the big man isn't down!

WHACK!

Another shot, and Samuelsson is still standing.

WHACK!

Number three. His eyes roll back, and he hits the ropes.

WHACK!

... and over the top he goes.

Bryan: Samuelsson's out!

The crowd cheer, probably more for the sudden turn-around than Bryan Mayhem himself, and the Lunatic takes the dented chair and cracks Shaman with it for good measure.

Yale: Mayhem drops the chair, and here it comes!

Bryan: Chokeslam!

Yale: NO! SHAMAN COUNTERS!

A quick headbutt disorientates Mayhem. He goes backwards and Shaman charges. Mayhem sidesteps and takes Shaman down with a reverse DDT!

Bryan: Mayhem rolls Shaman onto his belly. What's he going for here?

Digging a knee into Shaman's back, Mayhem pulls his opponent's left arm across his throat and suddenly yanks backwards. Shaman wails as his shoulder threatens to pop from it's socket and oxygen suddenly strops travelling down his windpipe.

Yale: Lucifer's Grip! This is Bryan Mayhem's new submission hold, JB!

Bryan: AND SHAMAN IS FADING FAST!

Shaman tries using his free hand to hit Bryan, but the strikes he throws are growing progressively weaker as the oxygen drains from his lungs.

Bryan: Can he old on?!

Yale: The ropes are just a few inches away. C'mon, Shaman! You can do it!

Bryan Mayhem's face is a picture of determination as he pulls further and further back, desperate to put his oldest enemy to sleep one last time.

Shaman? All he can do is fight the oncoming loss of consciousness.

He realises that trying to hit Bryan is wasted energy.

Looks up. Sees the rope close and swings his hand.

Fingers glide within millimetres, but Mayhem swipes his arm back.

Breathing getting tougher, now. Pain in his back almost unbearable. But Shaman's gotta keep going, gotta keep fighting. Can't tap out. Can't.

He claws the mat. Tries to drag himself forward. Makes an effort to control his breathing and regain control.

Breaths get slower.




And slower.









And slower.
















And slower.















... until he can fight no longer.

TAP! TAP TAP!

The crowd explodes.

Yale: OH MY GOD!

Bryan: SHAMAN IS TAPPING OUT! WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!

The bell rings and 'Puritania' begins to belt from the PA system, but Bryan Mayhem isn't done having fun yet. He keeps the hold locked-in for a few seconds after the bell's chimed, but eventually rises to his feet, staring at his down former partner.

Bryan: What a MASSIVE victory for Bryan Mayhem! He just took on two of the biggest men to ever compete in GCW and won!

Yale: And he did it all by himself, JB! Most teams have enough trouble dealing with Mortifera, but Bryan Mayhem has defeated them single-handedly!

Bryan: He had to graft long and hard, and at points the odds seemed insurmountable, but it's a vintage performance from Bryan Mayhem.

Yale: This is exactly the kindly of performance he's been threatening to unleash since he came back. This could very well be Bryan Mayhem's biggest victory since he won the GCW World Heavyweight Championship, and making Shaman tap-out is just the icing on the cake.

Andrews: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER... BRYYYAAANNNNN MMMMMMAAAAAAYYYYYHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

Having been handed the GCW Tag Team Titles, Mayhem raises both in the air victorious. In one final show of defiance, he stands over Shaman's fallen body and plants a foot on his chest.

Yale: Ladies and Gents, if you thought Bryan Mayhem was a spent force in GCW, think again.

Bryan: The Lunatic is well and truly back in business, and with him in this kind of form, I dread to think what's going to become of the tag division!

Yale: It wasn't the prettiest contest in history, and Mortifera dominated for spells, but Mayhem has done himself proud tonight! And after finally settling that score with Shaman, I don't think there'll be a more satisfied man in the building tonight!

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He was here once again. It was his third time for those of you counting. And he knows you are out there. Clyde sat alone as if it became a yearly NC-17 ritual. He had turned out all the lights in his locker room. The only light he had was from his glo worm he held to his chest.

Fox: Heto glo worm ya! You know... it’s funny. I’ve been here twice before, each time tasting victory, and yet still I get super uber nervous.

But Fox was justified. He knew his foe tonight was beyond anything he ever faced at any point in his life. He thought last years challenge would be his greatest, yet he sat there knowing that he just upped the ante. Kal El is the single greatest star to ever compete in GCW. He’s been the longest tenured, and clearly, the most decorated.

Everyone fears him; no one wants to fight him...

Except...

Fox: You know glo worm, we gots a lot in common. You’re just a little guy in the world. You got two stubby arms and you glow. I can appreciate that.

...A guy who might not know what the hell he’s exactly gotten himself into.

Needless to say but Clyde Fox knew deep down what this match meant to him. He came in boasting a perfect 2-0 record at NC-17.

Fox: You know glo worm, I read the pre-show program. And all it said was that I have speed over Kal El. Tee hee. Ain’t that funny? Do you know how fast Superman is?

All Clyde knew was that he wanted to avoid the pitfalls that perfection brings with it. Just ask the Indianapolis Colts. A team that could have chased perfection this past season but yet chose a route they thought was better suited to win a Super Bowl. How did that end up? A team so loaded with talented that it faltered on purpose and then faltered for real. What does that make them? Near football immortals turned into nothing else but...

Just another team.

Fox doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want that label.

Fox: Well glo worm, if speed is all I gots working for me. Then speed it is.

Fox would not want to become just another team on this night. Although it seemed more than a possibility. The great strength of Kal El was surely going to be felt tonight. It just boils down to one decision tonight...

Chase perfection or run scared.

And for Clyde Fox, the answer was a simple one.

Fox: Let’s chase pwefecktion glo worm!

And as ironic as mispronouncing perfection was, Clyde rose from his seat, set his glo worm down and exited his dressing room.

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Andrews: The following match is scheduled for one fall....

Bryan: We've seen rivalries so far tonight that have shown some serious heat in the months leading up to NC-17, but this next match is by far much more than just a match for the competitors.

Yale: That's right; this one has crossed the wrestling boundaries and has escaped into their personal lives. Tessa Windsor and Markus Stone have gone from best of friends to deep seeded enemies.

Bryan: Friends isn't even enough to describe the old relationship these two had. Markus Stone babysat for Tessa Windsor and Chris Storm in the past. They had trust that not many superstars today have for one another but that has all come to an abrupt end since both returned to the ring at Dangerous Games.

Yale: It was meant to be a glorious night for Tessa but Markus Stone had other plans in mind when he eliminated her without ever being officially in the match itself. From then on, it's been a nightly struggle by Tessa to talk sense into Markus's deluded mind.

Bryan: It's sense that he didn't want to hear though. To Markus, he's been in Tessa and Chris Storm's shadow for too long and now it's finally time to make a true name for himself. He wants to ascend the ranks and take on Andy Murray and Vivica Valentine when all is said and done and he believes that beating Tessa is the best way to get into that position.

Yale: This won't be their first fight since returning though. Tessa and Markus have fought on two seperate occasions already and in each of them Tessa was claimed the winner.

Bryan: Markus Stone was disqualified in the first match and then counted out in the second. Still, he's used his mind to get to Tessa more than we've ever seen before. He's been diabolic in nature, a major contrast to his Banned & Exiled~! days, and even went as far as telling Tessa her children were in the hospital. He's been completely despicable, in line with Jay Terror, and Tessa is going to try and put an end to it all tonight with a victory.

Yale: It's going to be passionate and it's going to be hard to watch. It's now!

"You're Gonna Go Far Kid" by Offspring hits over the PA system and the fans react immediately with a strong volume of cheers for Tessa Windsor. She emerges from behind the curtains with her head held high and a spring in her step. Her expression is a ready one and she carries herself that way absorbing the applause the audience gives her.

Andrews: She is from Boston, Massachusetts and weighing in at one 120 pounds....Ladies and Gentleman she issssss...TESSA WINNNDSOR!!

Tessa makes her way down the ramp, slapping the many extended out to her with a wide smile. Climbing under the second rope, she steps inside and raises her arms which pumps up the crowd further. Her focus shifts to the entrance as she waits for the one and only, Markus Stone.

Yale: She's looking more ready than ever to get this one underway JB.

Bryan: I'd say. She's been ready for this day since Dangerous Games and now that it's come she knows what has to be done.

The lights dim and turn to an icy blue hue as Sick Puppies' Riptide begins it's opening bass chords. Seconds pass as the waving lights create a rippling illusion through the arena. This continues, uninterrupted as the guitar and drums kick in.

Markus emerges onto the stage and pauses. Standing statue still as he slowly surveys the crowd, staring out the audience with a level of disgust to match the song lyrics.

You all hate your children
They're too fat to feed
You're on medication
Taking pills to sleep
I think I'm doing just fine
Compared to what you've been doing
I won't get vaccinated
Insurance costs too much
You think you're so persuasive
But I'm not giving up
Saving my life
It's not what you're doing


Finally Markus steps forward, taking measured steps down the ramp as he turns his attention to the ring. Markus walks all the way around the ring, and past the announcer table. He stops momentarily to stare at James Bryan through cold eyes.

I, I won't justify
The way I live my life
'Cause I'm the one livin' it
Feelin' it, tastin' it
And you're just wasting your time
Trying to throw me a line
When you're the one drowning
I like where I'm at on my back
Floating down in my own riptide
The water is fine


Markus finally walks to the ring steps next to the announcers and takes one casual, painstakingly slow step after another. Markus throws one leg through the ropes, and then the other.

I like to step on cracks
I go against the odds
You think my world is flat
Do I turn you on?
Maybe, yeah I'm wrong
But I like where I'm going
I leave when others stay
I never re-decide
I don't mind if you wait
But I don't waste my time
Crazy is just fine
'Cause I like where I'm going


Andrews: Weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty six pounds, hailing from Oklaho-

Andrews announcement is cut short as Markus snatches the microphone from his hand and throws it to the ground. The music cuts immediately as Markus retreats to the corner closest to the announcers, leaning casually against the turnbuckles. His gaze meets Tessa Windsor and they stare at one another with a fiery passion. Markus grins to amplify the animosity and the crowd immediately hates him for doing so.

Yale: It looks like Markus wasn't willing to have his name announced here tonight. He's too focused on the match at hand to deal with the small parts of this business I guess.

Bryan: I guess so. You can see the intensity between the two though. This is going to get ugly fast folks!

DING! DING!

Both Tessa Windsor and Markus Stone make their way to the center of the ring biding their time. There's a refined calmness in the both of them as they hold their guards up. Meeting only feet away, they lock eyes cementing the meaning behind the match. Markus Stone opens his mouth wide and howls an onslaught of phrases at Tessa starting the action. She bites, finally able to let out her aggression, and lunges at Stone with a two-handed grapple. Stone rejects her with a sturdy knee to the chest. She pushes again but Stone ducks a closeline attempt grabbing her neck from behind. He drops her for a neckbreaker. They each get back to their feet quickly.

Yale: It's a quick exchange at the start as we might have expected. These two know how the other works very well and saying this would be slow wouldn't be right.

Bryan: They've been working together for so long that it was inevitable to know each other's moves and mannerisms. Markus is considered an uncle in the family. It's as close as you can get.

Markus back steps a punch coming his way and stands against the ropes. Tessa forces herself at him with a heavy bicep and sends Stone over the top rope to the outside of the ring. Stone lands on his feet, after flipping, and tries to grab at Tessa's feet. She denies it and uses the top rope to aid a falling dropkick across his chin. Stone tumbles onto his back but manages to get to his feet fast. Windsor bolts toward the far ropes and bounds back at Stone for a baseball sliding dropkick but Stone dodges and pulls her thin frame outside with him.

Bryan: Great movement by Tessa showcasing that superior speed she has in this one. She's gotta' be making him dizzy with the way she's moving.

Yale: You gotta' hope, for Markus's sake, that he isn't hung-over again. He might pass out after seeing all that. He has her clinched though.

Markus holds onto her hair but Tessa kicks him in the shin and then in the stomach before coming back inside. Markus follows and Tessa darts at the far ropes once again. Markus uses his keen eye though and catches her in a lifting spinebuster on the return. He slams her back off the canvas in triumphant fashion showcasing his brute strength.

Bryan: Ouch! Big time spinebuster by Stone there!

Yale: He really threw her down with authority. I'm sure Tessa's back is feeling the impact of that one.

Bryan: I'd think so. Markus is such a big guy and his strength has increased through his return to GCW. The MMA training has done him good I guess you could say.

Yale: I guess so. It's the Kris Michaels diet.

Markus grabs Tessa by the hair and brings her back to her feet. She hardly struggles as Markus sends Tessa into the far turnbuckle with great force. Tessa hits the pads, stomach first, and bounces onto her back in a whipping manner. She smashes her head on the fall and grabs at it in agony. Markus Stone surveys the audience looking around the upper sections for something.

Yale: What's he looking for, JB?

Bryan: I bet he's trying to spot Chris Storm. I was informed earlier that he had rented a sky box for him and their children. Knowing Markus, he probably wants to make sure he sees what's happening.

Yale: And to think -- those two used to be best friends.

Bryan: Rivalries will do that to you. He feels like Chris and Tessa made him to be a lesser man and now he's seeking revenge to prove, once and for all, that he is better than both of them.

Markus stalks Tessa with a wide grin across his lips. She starts to get up but Markus grabs onto her back to help her. He pulls her into a backbreaker with complete ease sending her back over his waiting knee. Tessa folds at the pressure and rolls onto the canvas. Markus continues his dominance and delivers a few choice punches to her cheekbones. She can't fend them and Stone lifts her onto his shoulder. Markus shows off his prize to which the crowd shows their disgust.

Yale: He's completely destroying Tessa out here tonight with his power. It's almost too hard to watch.

Bryan: This certainly isn't what I expected to see tonight. Tessa came out so strong but Markus is proving that speed and agility can only get you so far.

Markus drops to his knees breaking Tessa in half over his shoulder. She crumbles onto the mat rolling toward the outside of the ring. She continues to roll after the fact and wills herself to exit the ring nearly. Markus is on the watch though and slides outside to stop her. He holds her face on the apron before dropping an elbow over her face. He shoves her back inside and lifts her into the corner. Markus taunts for the crowd to pump them up and they instead boo him to the fences. Stone uses it and grabs Tessa by the wrist. He whips her away from the buckles but holds on only to send her straight back into the same corner. She follows with a closeline but She wills her legs up and stops Markus with a double footed kick to his face.

Yale: Good defense by Windsor, let's see what she can do with it!

Markus checks his face and by the time he turns around Tessa is spring boarding from the apron, off the top rope, and heading at him with an aerial takedown. Markus thinks quickly and plucks her out of the air though. She dangles before he is able to snap her into a powerbomb hold. She struggles against him with a group of well placed punches before she's able to use her legs to send Markus overhead with a hurricanranna. Stone flips onto his back and rolls out of the ring to avoid anything further. Charged by the changing tide, Windsor follows onto the apron nearest to him.

Bryan: Great comeback by Tessa there to get herself back into this match and I think she has Markus set-up for even more punishment.

Yale: She's using the mentality that if Markus won't change on his own then she'll beat him until he does. Let's see what she has in mind from the apron.

Bryan: She flying with a vaulting crossbody but...NO!

Markus grabs Windsor from the air again and this time swings her body into the steel turnbuckle post outside. Windsor is crushed by the blow and she immediately grabs at her back to comfort the new pain. Markus grins showing all of his teeth as he looks up towards Chris's skybox. He sends a message with a thumbs up.

YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Bryan: Well this Dallas audience sure doesn't approve of what he's doing out here that's for sure.

Yale: That was a horrible hit on Tessa's spine. It seems like he's focused that part of her to wail on and so far it's worked for him. She's gotta' be hurting.

Bryan: No doubt. That steel is the real deal and getting smashed over it isn't going to feel good by a long shot.

Markus stalks Windsor on the ground before lifting her into his clutches. He holds her, as if he's going for a spinebuster, and slams her back across the side of the apron. Tessa lets out a guttural scream. Markus plays off the noise and tosses her into the steel guard rail surrounding the ring. She cringes and shouts at the pain and Markus ignores it all.

Yale: He's tearing her apart out there.

Bryan: It's his way of saying that he's the better wrestler. He wants to be a world champion and he believes that beating Tessa here tonight will prove that he's a contender.

Yale: I never doubted him as a contender but after this, I don't think anyone can. He's ruthless.

Markus swings Tessa back inside the ring and places her onto the top turnbuckle closest to them. He climbs onto the second rope and swings a left and right into her chest. Tessa forces herself to fight back though with a flurry of punches to Markus's head. Stone stands still though holding his ground. Tessa gets furious and uses her kicks to force Markus's feet off the second ropes. With a final blow, Tessa punches him into the air and onto his back. Windsor, gingerly, wastes no time climbing up a level onto the top rope. She flips, fast, and does a perfect moonsault over Markus's stomach. She rolls after impact and Markus coughs heavily. Both are on the mat feeling the pain.

TESSA! TESSA TESSA! TESSA!

Bryan: What a moonsault! She probably hurt her rips after all the damage she's already taken in but that move may have been worth it. Markus Stone is down and shaken.

Yale: That was exactly what Tessa needed to do if she wanted to stop Markus. Still, she's not moving very well after that. This could have backfired too.

Bryan: It's a chance she was willing to take. Her heart is so deep in this rivalry that she has to give it everything she has.

Yale: That's true. She's had some emotional times since Dangerous Games and it's all coming to fruition now.

Both Markus and Tessa crawl to their respective ropes and try to make their way back to a vertical base. Markus is first to do so but Tessa isn't far behind. Stone makes a run at Tessa with a wide looping closeline but she ducks under it running at the opposite ropes. Markus continues to use the rope system and Tessa springs off the middle ropes of her own as Stone runs into her. Her takedown is blocked and she's caught in another giant spinebuster.

Bryan: What an impact again! Her back has to be broken soon if not now.

Yale: It's definitely going to hamper any more flying spurts she has. A messed up back is only going to make her slower which is what Markus wants.

Markus hooks the leg for the first pinfall of the match.

...1!

...2!

...KICKOUT!!

Bryan: She's not willing to give up though! What a great showing of heart by Tessa Windsor out here.

Yale: She should just let Markus walk away with it. He's not fooling around and is willing to kill her if it means he's the man on top of this one.

Bryan: It's a sad fact but a true one. He may become a cold blooded killer in this one if it doesn't go just as he pleases. It's the man he's become.

Markus doesn't show much emotion toward the count nor Tessa's tenacity. Instead, he lifts up Windsor for a scoop slam. It adds more pressure to her back. He steps away as he watches her writhe in pain. Markus looks off again to Chris Storm and their kid's box.

CHRIS STORM! CHRIS STORM! CHRIS STORM!

Yale: Listen to that! They want him to come to the ring!

Bryan: Only if. This is Tessa's battle though and Chris understands that she has to fight it.

Markus turns his attention to Tessa who, amazingly, is starting to stand again. Stone crouches as he waits for her to stand. She does and turns around only to be met with a fierce superkick. Windsor ducks at the last second however and dives onto Markus's knee taking him to the mat. Tessa struggles to punch him before Stone pushes her off of him altogether. She gets back to her feet, favoring her back, and Markus moves in.

Yale: That was almost lights out for Windsor there. Markus Stone's superkick is not something to mess with -- especially if you're Tessa Windsor.

Bryan: It would have been the ultimate move to defeat Tessa. Still, he has the upper-hand in this one.

Tessa tries to grab Stone but he fights her off and grabs her instead. He uses a Muay Thai clinch and looks to deliver a crushing knee. Tessa blocks with her forearms one after another. On the third, she grabs his knee and sends him onto his back with a takedown. Windsor continues to use her fists and elbows to rock Stone. She fully mounts him and unleashes a serious parade of punches to his nose and forehead. Stone seems overwhelmed but shoves her overhead. He rolls and gets to his feet. Windsor looks for a kick but Stone catches her leg. He throws it back down before whipping her to the ropes.

Yale: Windsor is trying to use all she has to stun Markus but it's not working like she planned it to.

Bryan: Markus has been crafty and is keeping her back. It's not easy to overcome someone like him with a sore back like she now has.

Windsor slides and performs a beautiful drop toe hold to Markus taking him down onto his face. Stone tries to wriggle free but Tessa uses her submission skills to crawl onto his back and lock in a Boston Crab. Markus feels it immediately but so does Tessa in her back.

TAPOUT! TAPOUT! TAPOUT!

Bryan: Great work to get into that lock by Tessa but we both know that Markus is the true submissionist.

Yale: That may be true but it's not easy to fight a woman's will to hold on. You can see the pain in her eyes but she's not willing to let go until Markus taps out.

Bryan: That's a good point. Unfortunately for Windsor, the ropes aren't far enough away. Markus is pretty close to an escape already.

Yale: She's planted though and that's key to maintaining this.

Windsor leans back as far as she can pulling Stone's legs off the mat in a crippling manner. Markus bites hard on his lower teeth as he wills himself toward the ropes. The trip is slow but it's definite as he makes progress. Tessa shoves her boots down and tries to keep his crawl to a minimum however.

Bryan: She may have found a target of her own with this as well. Markus did early damage to her back but not she's working on his legs. Chopping Stone down would be smart against his slams.

Yale: He'd lose some power for sure. If she can hold on that could be a very good thing for her.

Markus struggles against it but manages to crawl to the bottom rope. He grabs at it and the referee tells Windsor to get off. She ignores for a second warranting a count but gets off before the time is up. Markus takes his time getting up while Tessa levels him. She springs off the close middle rope and returns with a dropkick sending Stone outside. He lays for a second with screaming fans around him. Tessa pumps up the crowd as she holds her back.

Bryan: It looks like she's preparing for something right now.

Yale: I'd say. She has that look in her eyes. I think she's waiting for Markus to make his move.

Bryan: Well he's getting up slowly.

Tessa sees him making his way to his feet and she runs at the far ropes. As she nears Markus, inside the ring, she dives through the middle ropes with a perfect shoulder block takedown. Markus is speared against the guard rail and Tessa shrivels up aiding her back.

Yale: WOW! What a blow by Windsor! That was a fantastic dive that really just took Stone out of this thing for a while.

Bryan: Brilliant vault. Cameron Wrigley is getting his count ready though and neither of them are moving. We may see a count out.

Yale: It wouldn't be the first with them. Still, I know they'll both will their way back inside. Winning by count out isn't going to settle this rivalry by a long shot.

Bryan: Pinfall or submission only. These two have been at it too long to deal in count out endings.

...1!

Both superstars are unable to move still.

...2!

...3!

...4!

There is some movement, mostly from Tessa Windsor. Stone grabs at his head and starts to claw the bars to get himself up.

...5!

Tessa crawls to the apron and uses it to support herself to her feet.

...6!

Markus makes his way up as well as excited fans shout at him.

...7!

Bryan: I think they've finally realized that they're at a seven count now and they have to get back inside.

Yale: It's a good thing. They're really cutting it close out there.

...8!

Both Tessa and Stone roll inside and get to their feet in the ring. The count ends and the two seem to start where they did in the beginning of the match. Their eyes meet again, both with injuries, and show a terrible will to beat the other. Markus Stone is the first one out of the gate as he rushes at Tessa. Windsor ducks a punch and hits Markus with one of her own. She ducks another and this time grabs the arm sending him overhead with an arm drag. Stone gets up and returns only to get another arm drag. Frustrated, Stone tries to get up but Windsor has a dropkick waiting for him. Stone falls backwards near the corner and Tessa jumps over him. She jumps onto the middle rope and springs into a falling inward senton over his stomach.

Bryan: Her speed and confidence are coming back as this match wears on which is going to be bad if Stone can't stop it.

Yale: She just used her back even. It's all about using your pain and she's doing just that.

She helps Stone to his feet and kicks him in the gut. He bends and Tessa jumps over him grabbing his trunks for a sunset flip pin. Cameron Wrigley slides in.

...1!

...2!

...KICKOUT!!!

Bryan: Nice try by Tessa but it's still too early.

Tessa Windsor scoots out of the pin leaving Markus open for a fast shining wizard. Stone falls and she takes position on his side looking for a standing moonsault. Stone rolls away as Tessa flips and she lands, chest first, on the mat. Markus takes advantage of the situation and gets himself and her to the feet. She battles but Stone draws her close using a signature eye poke.

Yale: Markus Stone gets resourceful now! He used that eye poke to open up the door for himself like he has so many times in the past.

Bryan: He's a terrible cheater but he managed to do so without Cameron seeing a thing. Now Tessa's blind and Markus has her lifted up for another scoop slam it looks like.

Yale: Back to her back. It worked before.

Markus looks to slam her but Tessa has other plans. She spins out of the hold and around his head grabbing him by the neck for a forceful DDT. Markus's head bounces off the mat and Tessa hooks the leg once again.

...1!

...2!

...KICKOUT!

Yale: Not enough still! Great DDT reversal though.

Bryan: That was a perfect reversal and a great way to get the momentum shifted her way. Now can she use it?

Tessa Gets back to her feet and kicks Markus in the side. She steps to the apron as Stone gets back to his feet. Tessa uses her time and jumps up extending in the air to drop a vicious leg drop over the back of Markus's neck.

FLY TESSA FLY! FLY TESSA FLY!

Bryan: I think she's going to take their advice and get to the top rope. Knowing Tessa, she's going to want to end this in her own way. We've seen the moonsault from her but what else does she have in her tank.

Yale: She has a big bag of tricks but I don't know if she should use them from the top rope. One slip and Markus could take over again.

Bryan: It's good and evil, David. She's going to climb the stairway to heaven and unleash hell.

Tessa Windsor plays off the sound of the crowd and walks to the top rope. She stands on top, perched, looking down at Markus Stone. He's moving and on his knees by the time she leaps. She flips forward and grabs Markus around the neck falling for a beautiful blockbuster. The impact on her back keeps her on the mat though while both try and catch a breath.

Yale: There was that risk. Markus is down but she is too. The damage done earlier is really wearing on her.

Bryan: The crowd loves her for it though and they're happy to see her going all out. They want her to take down Markus and show him that she's the better star and that she's right.

Yale: She may be doing that.

Both stars begin to get back to a vertical base with Tessa being the first. Stone is dazed when she approaches and Tessa is able to shove him into a corner. She starts with a light chop across his chest before lowering her shoulder and plowing it into his gut. Markus grabs her though. She tries to struggle but Stone holds her for a second before lifting her onto his shoulders.

Yale: He's not done yet!

Bryan: He made that lift look easy.

Stone carries Windsor out of the corner in a backbreaker-esque hold showing her off before returning her stomach into a tree of woe slam. She hangs in the corner, upside down, as Stone smiles to the sky box of Chris Storm. Tessa grabs the middle rope while he's looking away and swings her legs toward Markus. The latch around his neck and she uses all her might to hurricanranna him over the top rope to the outside.

Bryan: What?! Tessa Windsor just managed to toss Markus Stone outside again! I'm not sure where the strength came from but she did it.

Yale: And she's getting onto the top rope again, JB. She's putting on a show in the second half of this match.

Tessa Windsor stands among the fans and looks to Chris Storm in the skybox now. Her face show focus and calm while Markus Stone stands. She leaps with a back flip and lands in a crossbody over him. Stone falls back and Tessa braces for her impact well.

TESSA! TESSA! TESSA! TESSA!

Bryan: That was phenomenal!

Yale: She's agile in the air and that just showed it! What a crushing blow to Markus. He's reeling by the look of things.

Bryan: Tessa needs to try and get this back to the ring and finish it if at all possible.

Yale: That'll be the hard part.

Tessa, after nursing herself, grabs Markus's arm and gets him to his feet as Cameron Wrigley starts his count. She rolls him onto the apron and then slides herself inside the ring with him. She drags him to the center of the ring as the crowd goes completely batty for her.

Bryan: This could be the end she's setting up for. If so, Tessa Windsor will have finally defeated Markus Stone for good and she can move on to a new role in the World Title scene.

Yale: Markus needs to get moving if he plans on getting out of this. You're right -- this could be over.

Tessa waves to the crowd before running and springing off the ropes. The springboard carries her for a very high moonsault. Her form is perfect as she spots her landing only to see Markus has moved. He's on his knees as Tessa crashes on the mat. Markus gets to his feet and smiles as Tessa looks toward him only to be taken over completely by a vicious superkick.

Yale: "You Fucking Suck!" He hit her with his finisher and that could very well be lights out Matilda right there. What a kick!

Bryan: It was almost like he was biding his time and waiting for her to set him up. He's got the cover now. This could be it!

...1!



...2!












...3-KICKOUT!!!

Yale: She beat the superkick and broke the cover! Tessa Windsor is still alive in this one!

Bryan: She is! What tenacity by Windsor to break out of the superkick like that. It takes heart to do what she did and now we still have a match going on!

Yale: That was incredible and Markus is pissed. Look at that look he has!

Markus Stone pounds the mat in frustration as he grabs Tessa by the hair. He argues with Cameron Wrigley while flipping Tessa up for a military press. She hangs in the balance as Markus drops her onto his shoulder and then onto the mat in a vicious manner. Her spine cracks on the mat and Stone covers again.

...1!

...2!





...3-KICKOUT!!

Bryan: She kicks out again!

Yale: What resiliency!

Markus is beyond upset by the near fall and gets into Cameron's face backing him into the corner. Tessa is left recovering while Markus scares the hell out of the acting referee. Windsor is slow to get up but she makes movements without Markus noticing them. When he finally changes his attention to Tessa he lines up for a superkick again. Windsor gets up blindly and finds the kick coming at her again. She ducks to the mat and Stone passes her. She tries to stand but Stone turns around and clubs her. He grabs her in fall away slam contention before whipping her onto his shoulders for a Samoan drop. Windsor slips the hold and shoves Markus as she falls to her feet.

Yale: Tessa is free!

Bryan: She slipped the slam and now she's grabbing him from behind. It looks like a falling corkscrew DDT from Tessa Windsor!!

Yale: What a desperation move to take Markus off his edge. He's out.

Bryan: She's getting up though. I think she wants that moonsault.

Yale: I think so too! She wants to end it on her own terms and that's the only way that she knows how.

Tessa lunges at the ropes one last time with a great springboard moonsault, not as high as the last. She spots the landing and drops on Markus across his chest. She immediately hooks the leg.

...1!







...2!










...3! -KICKOUT!!!

Bryan: He kicked out! Markus Stone kicked out of it! This thing isn't over ladies and gentleman!

Yale: What a kickout! He was nearly done but he managed to get his leg up at the end there!

Tessa isn't frustrated like Markus was. Instead she backs off him slowly getting onto her feet. There's pain in her eyes and she grabs her back feeling the knot growing in it. Still, she makes her way to the corner while Markus turns around to get up.

Yale: Listen to the crowd, JB!

CHRIS STORM! CHRIS STORM! CHRIS STORM

Bryan: Is he here?!

Markus looks up toward the sky box to see why the fans are cheering but finds himself flat on the mat at the hands of a snappy superkick. His jaw sways with the hit and he falls face first. Tessa turns Markus over looking for a pin.

...1!

...2!






...3!!!!

Bryan: That's it! Tessa Windsor just defeated Markus Stone in a very brutal battle of back and forth!

Yale: Not only did she beat him, she did it with his own move! What a way to end Markus Stone here on NC-17 ladies and gentlemen!

Tessa is helped to her feet by Cameron Wrigley and she has her hand raised victoriously.

Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen.....here's your winner......TEESSSSSSSSAAAAAAA WIIIIINNNDDDSOOOOOOORRRRRR!!!!!

Bryan: Talk about a grueling match though. It was a battle through and through and I think both stars can feel like a weight is off their shoulders. Markus may have lost but he showed Tessa and the rest of the locker room that he isn't someone who's going to simply go away.

Yale: That's for sure! He was dominant in this match until he met his unfortunate end. It tells a lot about Tessa though as she really fought through a tough contest tonight.

Bryan: It was beyond tough. She may have back problems after all the slams Markus was able to do tonight. She'll certainly be remembering this one for a long time.

Yale: I don't know if Markus Stone will change any after this result but I do know that he has my nod to fight with the upper echelon.

Bryan: He was good tonight. Tessa Windsor should definitely be looking at this win as a way to move up the ladder. I think she's been due a title shot and now we could see it no matter who she faces.

Yale: Like you said, they'll be remembering this one for a while, JB!

Windsor steps onto the turnbuckle and throws her arms into the air. The crowd serenades her further as Stone inconspicuously slips out of the ring and begins slinking away.

Bryan: There it is! What a great victory for Tessa! Maybe this will finally be her ticket into the big time!

Yale: Markus Stone is walking away, but you can bet we haven't heard the last of him, JB.

Bryan: The Dallas fans are going crazy for Windsor! The Teensy Tiny Terror is on her way to big things in GCW! Tessa Windsor is victorious here at NC-17!

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Windsor hops down and begins to make her exit. She slaps hands with the jubilant fans at ringside as he leaves along the bottom edge of the ramp. As the crowd begins to settle, Andrews gets a message in his earpiece, nods, and heads back into the ring.

Bryan: Well, fans, Joey Andrews is making his way into the ring, and this could be the moment we've been waiting for.

Yale: Can you feel it, JB? That feeling that history is about to be made? The entire course of GCW is about to change.

Andrews steps through the ropes and crosses to the center of the ring. He raises a microphone and pauses as the swelling crowd noise calms.

Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... the Owner and President of Global Championship Wrestling, Steven Caldera!

An overwhelming response follows, almost completely drowning out the final playing of "Established." The music thunders into the stadium alongside the astonishing reaction, and Steven Caldera swaggers onto the stage. His expression is equal parts sober and smug, and he adjusts his impeccably tailored jacket as he slowly heads for the ring.

Bryan: There he is! This could be the final time President Caldera makes his way to a GCW ring at a live event!

Yale: Somehow I doubt that, JB, but this could definitely be the last time he comes here as the man in charge. After tonight, someone else will be running the company he has spent ten years of his life building, and that can't be easy for him.

Bryan: Easy, no. But this is a man who has always had a plan, who thinks of every angle, who has never been outsmarted. He may not be eager to step aside, but he's doing this for a reason, and that means he will continue to influence GCW, even if he's not physically present.

Caldera takes his time in sauntering down the long entry ramp. He turns and surveys the impressive NC-17 stage with pride, and casts his eyes over the expansive crowd with satisfaction. He finally reaches the ring and crosses to the steel steps, where he ascends to the apron.

Yale: Who's it going to be? God, I can hardly wait.

Bryan: You're not still holding out hope that he's going to pick you, are you?

Yale: I'm just bitter that you got interviewed and I didn't.

After stepping through the ropes, Caldera produces a microphone and Andrews clears the ring. The music quiets, but the crowd reaction stays strong. The reaction is not positive, nor is it negative. It's not even mixed. Instead, it carries a feeling of hate, resentment, disdain, and respect.

Caldera: I suppose there are some of you here who are very happy to see this moment finally arrive.

Now the cheers come out.

Caldera: And I suppose there are even some of you who will be sad to see me go.

Amazingly, even a few cheers for that.

Caldera: Well, I hate to disappoint you both. But I'm not going anywhere.

This is met with a resounding wave of boos.

Bryan: Hang on a minute...

Yale: All right! Caldera picked the only man that could properly succeed him: himself!

Caldera: No, David Yale, I'm not picking myself. Tonight, the job of Commissioner will be handed out and that person will be endowed with full authority to run GCW in my absence. But before we get to that, I just want to make one thing clear: no matter what happens, no matter who you see in charge of GCW on television, I and only I will be the owner and President of this company, and that is not something that will ever... EVER... change.

Yale: Ok, I can live with that.

Caldera: Now, my reasons for doing this should be pretty obvious by now. I won't bother going over the same old details once again. You want answers, you can ask Jay Terror after he's through ending the career of Jason O'Neil. And if after tonight you rejoice with the knowledge that Steven Caldera is gone, be prepared to meet a newer version of me when Jay Terror takes his rightful place in the annals of GCW history.

The most emphatic reaction yet answers Caldera's mention of his protoge.

Caldera: What I will say to you is this: I have always kept my promises. Yes, I have ruled this company with an iron fist and I will continue to do so as best I can, because like it or not, that's what is best for this company. It's not even worth arguing after ten years of success that have brought us to this place, Cowboys Stadium, for the seventh edition of NC-17. But I have always honored certain rules of this business that are bigger than even me. And in this case, I make this promise to you: this decision has been made, the ink is dry, and whomever I have selected, they will be in charge of GCW and I will not interfere, no matter what direction they take.

Bryan: Wow, that's bold.

Yale: It means he's pretty damn sure about who he's selected, JB!

Bryan: I don't know, I have a hard time picturing Caldera staying out of a decision he dislikes, but he has always kept his promises. You've got to give him that.

Caldera: That's why I've selected someone who I trust. Someone who I am convinced, after weeks of interviews and careful consideration, will do what is right for GCW. Of course, there are two very worthy people vying for this job, as the media has made clear, and I would like to invite them both down to the ring at this time.

The crowd rises to its feet as Caldera turns his eyes to the stage. No entrance music follows, no great fanfare. Instead, Commissioner Christian Zenith appears first, walking down the ramp with only the crowd's jeers to serenade him. Following just a few moments behind is Tim Shipley, who beams as the crowd greets him warmly.

Bryan: Well, the fans certainly seem to have made their pick!

Yale: I just can't imagine Caldera turns this thing over to someone like Shipley.

Bryan: Of course, leave it to Caldera to steal the spotlight right up until the very end. One of these guys is about to take over this company and he's completely showing them up.

Yale: Come on, there will be plenty of time for the Commissioner to make a big deal of himself. For now this is about the transition of power from a living legend, and I think Caldera has earned this moment.

Bryan: I don't know, something just doesn't feel right about this, Dave. Caldera's not exactly going out of his way to make these men feel like they have his support.

Yale: Caldera's about to hand over his company to one of them, JB. If they need a hug to go along with it then I doubt they've got what it takes to be successful.

Zenith enters the ring first and adjusts his tie. Shipley isn't far behind, looking confident and casual in his leather jacket. The two men take positions a few feet away from Caldera, and the boss studies each of them for a few careful moments.

Caldera: Gentlemen, welcome. Thank you for being here tonight, I know these last few weeks have been hectic and I've asked a lot of you. I've talked to a lot of people for this job, I've considered a lot of names. But the two of you, no doubt, have emerged from the pack as the top two contenders, and tonight I won't make you wait any longer for my decision.

Bryan: Is he even going to let them speak? Caldera's got the only microphone. I don't know, Dave, something's not feeling quite right here.

Yale: You're right, JB. There's nothing good about Steven Caldera leaving.

Bryan: I mean he's not telling us something. I've had this nagging feeling for a while. I don't think he's actually going to do it.

Yale: He made a promise, JB, Caldera will hand off the torch to one of these men.

Caldera: Christian Zenith. You've been an important part of this company for quite a while. You've done an excellent job in your role as Commissioner, but lately some have observed that you may have fallen out of favor somehow. Tim Shipley, you're one of the hottest names in wrestling right now, someone everyone wants a piece of. There's no doubt you would make a fine Commissioner, as someone who brings energy and creativity to the plate.

Caldera clears his throat and shifts his gaze between the two men, obviously hoping to increase the tension.

Caldera: Mr. Shipley, I've been very impressed with your rise in this business, especially because it closely mirrors my own. But I feel I owe you an apology, Mr. Zenith. An apology for being forced to go through the indignity of interviewing for a job you already have, for being forced to endure all this speculation about filling a role you've admirably filled for over a year now. None of this was fair to you, because you are the Commissioner of GCW, and you never should have had to go through this mess.

Shipley suddenly grows concerned as Zenith tenses up. Caldera seems to turn his eyes to the ground, looking bashful.

Bryan: Wow, is this thing going to Zenith? I really felt Shipley had the lead!

Yale: See? I told you he was going to do it!

Caldera: Yes, Mr. Zenith, I'm sorry you had to endure all of this. I should have taken care of this months ago. I never should have let it get this far. I wanted to wait until we had this big stage to do it, but I should have just come out from the start and done what needed to be done.

The crowd begins to buzz as Caldera steps toward Zenith and places a hand on his shoulder. Shipley begins to mutter in protest, but keeps his distance.

Caldera: Christian... you're fired.

Dallas explodes in shock, as Zenith's eyes slowly widen. He begins to bark at Caldera, who steps away from the corner and ignores his shouts.

Bryan: WHOA! I don't believe it! The Commissioner has just been fired!

Yale: Zenith is out! I guess that means Caldera is going with the new blood!

Caldera: Yeah, yeah, cry all you want. You really think I'd turn my company over to you, so you can turn it into the Christian Zenith show? We're too much alike, Christian. You're exactly like me, we're almost the same person. And that's why I know there is no way I can ever, ever trust you. So kindly get the hell out of my ring and start thinking about how to spend your severance pay. I'd suggest the Taco Bell dollar menu.

Furious, but resigned, Zenith buttons up his jacket and steps out of the ring. The jubilant crowd begins chanting "Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey-ey-ey, goo-ood bye!" as Zenith makes the agonizing walk up the painfully long ramp. Caldera doesn't continue until Zenith has made his way to the stage and exited view, leaving only Just Wrestling promoter Tim Shipley with the boss of GCW on the biggest stage in wrestling.

Bryan: And Tim Shipley knows he has just scored big time! Steven Caldera has just fired the Commissioner of GCW, and the job is his for the taking!

Yale: I don't know that I agree with it, but the Tim Shipley era will certainly be an interesting one in GCW!

Caldera: Now before you all get too excited, I've got something to say to Timmy here. Timmy, before I make this official, I have to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me. In front of a hundred thousand GCW fans, and millions more watching around the world, I need you to look me in the eye and tell me you're going to do everything you can to run GCW the right way. That you're going to do what is right, that you're going to give these people what they want. Will you do that, Mr. Shipley?

Strangely moved by Steven Caldera's parting sentiment, the Dallas crowd roars in appreciation of the momentous change about to take place. Shipley smiles and nods at the fans, ready to ascend to the top of the wrestling world, ready to be welcomed by the enormous crowd.

Shipley: You know I will, Steven.

Caldera smiles and nods, his eyes turning to the mat for a moment.

Yale: Wow, is he... he's not crying, is he?

Bryan: This is a major turning point in his life, Dave, and I have to believe it's emotional for him. I really was skeptical going into this thing, but deep down inside Caldera loves this company and wants to leave it in good hands.

Caldera finally regains his composure and looks Shipley in the eye.

Caldera: I know you will, Tim. Which is why you don't get the job, either.

Stunned and alarmed, the once appreciative crowd immediately realizes they have been had. Booing loudly at Caldera as he grins a slimy grin, they drown out any response Shipley may be uttering at the President.

Bryan: What?! That son of a bitch... I knew it, damnit! I shouldn't have let him fool me, but for one moment I thought Steven Caldera might have a genuine bone in his body.

Yale: Hey, wait a minute, JB, hear the man out! He's not giving it to Shipley, but what does this mean?!

With the crowd still expressing its most adamant disagreement, Caldera gives Shipley a patronizing pat on the shoulder.

Caldera: You think for one moment I would actually hand over my billion dollar multinational wrestling promotion to an amateur like you? For all your bravado, Tim, I know the truth about you, which is that no matter how many times you see your name in the headlines, you remain irrevocably small time. I gave you a contract to wrestle in GCW, and wrestle in GCW you will. Be thankful to have a taste of the big show, Tim Shipley, because a taste is the most you are ever going to get from me. Now get the hell out of this ring, because you no longer belong in this conversation.

Shipley, clearly infuriated with Caldera's manipulative actions, considers retaliation for a moment. He thinks twice when he notices the strategically placed security guards surrounding the ring, and instead offers Caldera a parting gesture and takes his leave. A weak chant of Shipley's name goes up, but the crowd remains focused on giving Caldera an earful of malice.

Bryan: This whole thing was just a charade! This whole awful thing was set up to humiliate and belittle Christian Zenith and Tim Shipley! Neither one of these men was ever getting the job, yet Caldera toyed with them for weeks and then crushed them in front of the entire world!

Yale: Their fault for not seeing it coming, JB!

Bryan: What a disgrace. I'm not exactly a Christian Zenith fan, but Caldera just fired the man for no good reason! And then he got Tim Shipley's hopes up just so he could watch him crash back down. What possible purpose could he have for doing this?

Yale: If you'd shut up, I bet he'd tell us.

Waiting for the noise to subside, Caldera watches as Shipley storms out of the stadium. Finally Caldera turns away from the stage and back to the infuriated and confused crowd.

Caldera: Now, I know what you're thinking, and you're right. I did make a promise to step down tonight. Make no mistake about it: this is my final moment. After tonight, I will no longer be in charge of GCW. But before I announce my true successor, I needed to put on this demonstration to prove something to you people. You may hate my guts, but there are still over a hundred thousand of you in this building, and there are many more sitting at home, having shelled out seventy bucks to see this show. And you do it all because of me. I made this place, I brought this company from nothing to hosting the biggest event of all time inside the biggest stadium in the world. Hate me all you want, but you need me, GCW. And that's why I can't hand it over to a second-rate version of myself like Christian Zenith, or to a low-level hack like Tim Shipley.

More boos, but Caldera presses on.

Caldera: I made it very clear that this was about giving Jay Terror the full spotlight. That is the man who will lead GCW. But he will lead GCW in a way I never could: he will lead with his fist rather than a pen. He will lead from the ring, not from behind a desk. Whomever will fill my void needs to be someone menial, someone unobtrusive, someone who will never, ever threaten to steal attention from the true leader of this company. The man that "runs" GCW needs to be responsible for one thing: staying the hell out of the way. Tim Shipley, Christian Zenith, they wanted to run GCW their way. The man that I have chosen to run GCW doesn't have a way. He doesn't have a plan. And that's the only kind of person who can follow me in this role, because nobody with a plan could ever measure up. So, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, I present to you the NEW COMMISSIONER OF GLOBAL CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING.....

Caldera's voice reaches a huge crescendo, bringing the tension in the stadium to a peak. He pauses momentarily, then turns to the stage and all eyes follow.

Caldera: MISTER....

Bryan: Well, who is it?!

Yale: COME ON!

Caldera: Garbage Bag Johnny!

An astonished cry goes up in the stands as the fury of slap pop bass that explodes into Garbage Bag Johnny's self-penned theme begin to play for the first time in months. Caldera beams with pride as he watches his chosen Commissioner shuffle onto the stage.

Bryan: ...WHAT?!

Yale: ...WHAT?!

Bryan: Garbage Bag Johnny is Caldera's replacement?! Commissioner Garbage Bag Johnny?! I don't believe it!

Yale: It's genius! Who could possibly make for a better lackey than a man who's happy just to be given a place to sleep every night?

Bryan: Garbage Bag Johnny joined the Establishment months ago, and since then I suppose he's been getting groomed for this job! Garbage Bag Johnny has just come out of nowhere, and he's going to be taking over the operation of GCW! I can't even begin to think of what this means!

The newly appointed commissioner appears from behind the curtain, and despite that nobody in Cowboys Stadium knows how GBJ will handle the role of GCW commissioner, the reappearance of 2009's Most Missed Wrestler, as voted by GCW fans, warrants a warm reception nonetheless. GBJ looks a little more dapper than usual, dressed in a suit that matches Caldera's without outshining it. Ever dazedly grinning, Garbage Bag slaps hands with the fans on both sides of the aisle, zigging and zagging back and forth like a bowling ball in a lane with bumpers in the gutters. Even at his best dressed, GBJ rolls underneath the bottom rope before popping to his feet. Steven Caldera extends his hand, and Garbage Bag pulls the unsuspecting CEO in by that hand for a surprise hug. The expression on Caldera's face alone is worth the price of admission. Uncharacteristically speechless, Caldera hands over the microphone, applauding along with the fans. As Caldera slows his clapping, the crowd follows along, a sure sign of President Caldera's subconscious puppetry over the GCW spectators.

GBJ: First of all, I'd like to thank Steve for that heartfelt introduction, and I'd like to thank all of you here in Dallas, Texas tonight for the nice welcome. It feels good to be back in GCW.

Steven Caldera winces a bit at the informality, but the fan reaction swells again, to a point where Caldera has to turn his head away from the camera to hide what looks like it could turn into a smile if he's not careful.

GBJ: I suppose I owe some apologies and explanations for going AWOL on GCW some months back, but let me assure you, I had my reasons. I had a lot to learn about commissioning and such, but Steve took me aside and showed me the ropes. He taught me that being commissioner isn't all about doing what's right for you fans, and it's definitely not about doing what's right for me. It's doing what's right for GCW, and sometimes, that just means not sticking my nose where it doesn't belong. Sometimes it means chilling back in my new, kickass office with some fichus plants, turning the other cheek if the rules bend a little bit.

The crowd is hushed, now. There's something about Garbage Bag Johnny that's a bit off from what they remembered. Perhaps it was his recent resurfacing in the wrestling world with a stellar run in GTT7, where he was literally a hair away from declaring victory over the field. He was making sense, demanding just a modicum of respect for the first time in his career.

GBJ: But don't get me wrong. As Steve said, I don't have a plan. I'm not here on account of any vision or personal ambition, but I ain't here to play puppet, neither. I'm here because GCW is my home. It's where I belong, and I owe it to every one of you for making me feel at home, but I owe at least as much to Steve over there for believing in me, for grooming me behind the scenes like he groomed Jay Terror in this ring.

Bryan: I refuse to believe that we'll have two mini-Caldera's running around -- especially since one of them is Garbage Bag Johnny.

Yale: Commissioner Garbage Bag Johnny, JB. He's your boss, now. Treat him with the respect he deserves!

Bryan: Deserves? I don't think GBJ knows that Caldera picked him because he was a stooge, but maybe Garbage Bag isn't as naive as we think. Maybe we should all reserve judgment until we see what he can do, but I believe this brings up more questions than it answers.

GBJ: As happy as I am that the Garbage Bag Era begins tonight, Steven Caldera is stepping down, and no matter how much you've booed him over the last decade, no matter how many times you've cursed his name, Steven Caldera built this ship, plank by plank, nail by nail. Now it's time to take over the high seas, to keep doing what GCW does, and to keep doing it better. With all the history you've witnessed over the past 10 years, and all the history that's yet to be made, Steven Caldera is the reason you can say "I was there." Let's give him the send-off he deserves, huh? Let's get up to our feet and show this man some appreciation.

And with that, the massive screen hanging over the ring flickers to life. A video package of Caldera's exploits begins to play, showing brief images of the many wrestlers in various states of Caldera-induced humiliation. Grand orchestral music begins to play; red, white and blue confetti begins to fall from the sky; and brilliant fireworks begin to explode, while the stunned crowd simply sits, unsure of how to react.

Yale: What a sensational sendoff! What a great final memory of President Caldera!

Bryan: This is shameful. Caldera claims this is for the benefit of Jay Terror and all of GCW, but once again he's simply making it all about him! He completely disrespected both Tim Shipley and Christian Zenith, and now his lackey Garbage Bag Johnny is helping him steal the spotlight one last time.

Yale: Exactly, the last time, JB! Let him have his moment! These people should be cheering!

Some applause makes its way through the fanfare, but the crowd remains disgusted with the display of ego. Suddenly a brilliant red carpet begins unfurling down the entrance ramp, and a large golden throne, held on a platform supported by GCW Security guards, begins moving down behind it.

Bryan: Oh God, what the hell is this? Isn't this just a TAD over the top?

Yale: Could you think of a more suitable sendoff, JB? Caldera is going out in serious style!

Atop the platform sits the golden seat, flanked on either side by a gorgeous blond and a gorgeous redhead. The ladies grin at Caldera, who turns to Garbage Bag Johnny as if surprised.

Bryan: Oh, and it looks like the new Commissioner planned all of this! Maybe it wasn't Caldera, but rather his lackey!

Yale: Come on, Garbage Bag Johnny has a mind of his-- no, never mind, even I can't justify that statement.

Bryan: How much attention does one man need? We all know he's responsible for building this company, we all know he signs our paychecks. But do we really need to be forced to sit here at watch this self-indulgent garbage? This is a wrestling show!

Yale: And we're seeing the end of a wrestling legend, JB! Garbage Bag Johnny is just making sure Caldera gets the exit he's earned after years of blood and sweat!

The throne reaches the ring and Caldera gives Johnny a parting hug. Johnny holds the ropes open for Caldera, and the former head of GCW steps out and seats himself between the two women. He begins waving to the crowd as the throne reverses course and begins heading up the ramp.

Bryan: Well, there he goes! The end of the Caldera Era. I wish I could say I was happy to see it, but with Garbage Bag Johnny taking orders from Caldera at the head office, I really don't see how anything is changing at all.

Yale: It's changing because Jay Terror, who somewhere in this building right now is reading Jason O'Neil his last rites, is about to become The Man! And Garbage Bag Johnny will see to it.

Bryan: And I'm just amazed at the transformation of Johnny. Last year he was undefeated, the US Champion, he had everything going for him. And now he's a corporate stooge.

Yale: With a nice shower and full dental coverage, JB! He's just looking out for himself.

Caldera continues waving to the dumbfounded crowd, blowing them kisses as if they were showering him in adulation. The fireworks and confetti finally stop falling as the throne passes out of sight, and Caldera offers the fans a parting wave.

Bryan: Well there he goes! Is this really the last we've seen of Steven Caldera on GCW Programming? Somehow, I doubt it. But nonetheless, for the time being a new era has dawned, and GCW is now in the hands of... Garbage Bag Johnny? Really?

GBJ stands in the center of the ring, affably waving goodbye the entire time. The moment the throne passes out of sight, GBJ's hand falls and he quickly exits the ring.

Yale: Well, uh, there he goes... I guess he's off to get to work!

Bryan: It's his show now! President Caldera is off to do... whatever it is he's going to do. Garbage Bag Johnny is the new Commissioner and man in charge of GCW. Wow.

GBJ takes a businesslike stride up the ramp, ignoring the confused cries of the crowd. He exits shortly behind Caldera without another look back, and the crew begins clearing the confetti from the ring area.

Bryan: Garbage Bag Johnny prepared that enormous sendoff for President Caldera, but then he just up and left without another word. What do you suppose that was about?

Yale: It's about him doing what he's here to do, JB! Not steal the spotlight for himself, but assure it for Jay Terror!

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Bryan: Well, fans, we've just alerted that we should be seeing Jay Terror and Jason O'Neil out here momentarily, for what we can only hope is the conclusion of a battle that has taken place all over this immense building. I suppose Johnny is immediately clearing way for Terror, just like he's been told.

Yale: Hey, this fight started out as a battle, JB, but now it's just a beating. This match is going to officially start in a few moments, but I wouldn't expect it to last very long!

Bryan: They're still fighting but I suppose they've been herded towards the stage, and they should be-- yes, there they are!

The crowd rises as Jason O'Neil stumbles and falls onto the stage. Terror follows behind him from behind the stage, stalking after him with ill intent. O'Neil weakly gets to his feet and tries to fight back, but Terror delivers an unceremonious boot to the face, sending O'Neil slumping back down.

Yale: See what I mean? O'Neil has been brutally beaten in this fight, JB. Terror's just got to bring him to the ring and end it!

Bryan: O'Neil is still trying to fight back, but after some early aggressiveness it's been all Terror. This is getting ugly, but I think O'Neil still has some fight in him.

Looking with dissatisfaction at the bloody and bruised O'Neil, Terror waits for him to stand and then whips him toward the stage. O'Neil runs right into a large metal support and bounces back, walking right into a pickup from Terror.

Yale: Suplex coming, right on the steel stage! That thing's unforgiving!

Terror parades O'Neil around the stage to the disgusted crowd. But O'Neil suddenly shifts his weight forward, driving Terror's face right into the steel with a bulldog. This gets the fans roaring as O'Neil rolls away, trying to collect himself.

Bryan: COUNTER! What a move by O'Neil! Terror got cocky there and O'Neil made him pay!

Yale: That thing's like a cheese grater! God, I think Terror may be out!

Bryan: He's definitely bleeding, look at that! Folks, this thing may just be picking up!

Yale: I don't know what O'Neil can have left in the basement, JB. Terror really beat the hell out of him up there in the luxury boxes, and he may need a walker and some Viagra to keep going.

Bryan: O'Neil came here tonight to prove something, Dave, and he's not going to stop until he's done it!

With the fans now eagerly urging him on, O'Neil pushes himself to his feet and hobbles toward Terror. For his part Terror is dazed and now trickling blood from the forehead, but he refuses to stay down. He reaches his feet only to get a right hand to the face from the Scarecrow. Terror moves away from the entrance and heads down the stage, but realizes he is nearing the precipice of a fifteen foot drop and hits the brakes.

Bryan: Whoa, Terror was getting close to the edge of the stage there! He knows O'Neil's history with throwing people from high-up places, he wants no part of that!

Yale: See, you didn't think Terror was taking this seriously, but he knows who he's up against. He's not going to give O'Neil a chance to do that again.

Terror tries to move away from the edge, but O'Neil senses the same opportunity and quickly cuts him off. He shoves Terror back again and begins pelting him with right hands. Putting every remaining ounce of strength behind each shot, O'Neil begins to slowly back Terror toward the edge.

Bryan: And now he's moving Terror toward that drop! God, if he knocks him off of there Terror will finish the night in the hospital!

Yale: Someone's got to put a stop to this, JB, this is too far!

Bryan: Too far? This thing started in the hallways and has been incredibly violent! Terror wanted this, he wanted to fight O'Neil outside the rules of a standard match, and now he's getting his wish.

The fans begin to roar as they sense Terror beginning to fade. Smelling blood, O'Neil springs into action and applies a front facelock.

Bryan: And now I think O'Neil is going for a suplex! He's going to drop Terror right off that ledge!

Yale: That's fifteen feet high, JB! This could end his career!

Bryan: They came into this thing wanting to destroy one another, that might be exactly what happens! Terror's reign could be ended right here!

O'Neil quickly snaps Terror off the ground, lifting him high as the crowd furiously snaps photos. Terror kicks his legs but had difficulty escaping O'Neil's iron grasp. O'Neil steps toward the ledge to drop Terror, but Terror finally manages to counter and drop back to the ground. Unfortunately for him, O'Neil immediately twists him into a swinging neckbreaker right onto the steel stage.

Yale: OH! Terror countered, but it might not matter!

Bryan: He avoided the fall, but O'Neil may have snapped his neck! The Scarecrow has come alive and he's bent on breaking Jay Terror once and for all!

The fans roar, sensing that Terror's demise is near. O'Neil slowly stands and bends Terror over, preparing him for a powerbomb.

Bryan: And here it comes! He's going to powerbomb him off the side of the stage! God, someone get a net!

Yale: He can't do this, JB! He'll kill him!

The fans seem to know this and cheer him on nonetheless. O'Neil doesn't hesitate, but his attempt to lift Terror fails. Terror suddenly rears back, tossing O'Neil overhead and right to the edge of the stage! O'Neil flies through the air, but somehow manages to land on his feet, his toes hanging over the ledge. He waves his arms wildly and somehow manages to keep his balance, teetering precariously on the edge.

Bryan: WHOA! O'Neil almost went over there, but he just held on!

Yale: Another half-inch and he would have been a goner, JB!

Finally righting himself, O'Neil turns, only to find Terror ready. Terror winds up and unloads with a powerful superkick, connecting squarely with O'Neil's jaw. O'Neil immediately drops, flying off the side of the stage and careening the fifteen feet down toward the floor. He happens to land on a massive table full of electronic equipment. The table and its contents all explode in impact, sending sparks flying through the air and causing the lights in the arena to fail.

Bryan: OH MY GOD! DOWN GOES O'NEIL!

Yale: That just exploded this whole building, JB! I can't see a thing!

Bryan: God, O'Neil just fell fifteen feet through the damn stage controls! He may have been electrocuted! Someone check for a damn pulse! Get these lights back on!

Astonished cries go up in the darkened stadium as cell phones and lighters flicker to life, dotting the vast black expanse as the crew attempts to regroup.

Yale: I don't believe what I just saw, JB. Terror connected with that Rich Rollins-esque superkick as O'Neil was out!

Bryan: We really need some help out here! What started out as a fistfight has turned into a war that could take this whole broadcast down! We're literally in the dark here, fans!

The crowd continues to buzz, and camera flashes provide strobe-like glimpses of Terror as he stands tall on the stage. He stares down at the wreckage below, just able to make out the motionless outline of O'Neil.

Yale: Well, I suppose we're not even going to see a match between these two, JB! O'Neil is done, out, gone, see you later.

Bryan: It may be worse than that, Dave... That was some fall, and he couldn't have fallen into a more dangerous area! And Terror seems proud of it!

After a few moments in the dark, a series of spotlights flash to life. One shines down on Terror and tracks him as he makes his way down the ramp. Another lands on the tech area, illuminating a group of crew members and officials as they rush to O'Neil's side.

Bryan: Well, we've got a little bit of light now, anyway. Where's Terror going?

Yale: He's going to make sure O'Neil is really dead, JB!

Bryan: I wouldn't joke about that, Dave, this could very well be just that serious...

The spotlight follows Terror as he hops off the side of the entrance ramp and crosses next to the stands to reach the tech area. As crew members scramble to aid O'Neil and repair the damage, Terror steps in and begins barking orders.

Bryan: God, look at this, Terror thinks he's in charge!

Yale: This is all his, JB! Why shouldn't he try to put things back together?

Bryan: This isn't his, damnit! Caldera has made it clear that he's not handing him anything, he's clearing the path for Terror to evolve. But that doesn't mean Terror gets to tell those guys what to do, especially not when Jason O'Neil is lying there in need of medical attention!

Terror orders the crew away from O'Neil, and they reluctantly back away. A few begin nervously working on the busted equipment, but can't take their eyes off of O'Neil.

Yale: He's going to take care of O'Neil personally, JB!

Bryan: And will you look at this, the son of a bitch is moving! I don't believe it!

Terror seems dismayed as O'Neil actually tries to stand. He gets halfway to his knees before slumping back to the ground, prompting Terror to step in and help him up. Terror slings him over his shoulder and turns toward the ring. As he begins marching O'Neil between the stands and the entrance ramp, a cluster of referees appears and chases them down. The officials attempt to talk Terror down, but he simply ignores them and keeps on walking.

Bryan: GCW officials are here to try to put a stop to this, but Terror's not listening!

Yale: He doesn't have to listen to them, JB, they're just there to do as they're told!

Bryan: Jay Terror is acting like he owns the place, and the referees are powerless to help Jason O'Neil! O'Neil needs serious help here, but Terror is bringing him this way!

Terror clears the stands and enters the ring area. He flips O'Neil carelessly onto the apron and shoves him into the ring, then climbs in close behind. O'Neil continues his weak attempt to stand, but Terror drags him to his feet.

Yale: We're witnessing the end of Jason O'Neil and the start of the Terror era, JB!

Bryan: This is disgusting. This is going way too far!

Terror begins barking at O'Neil's angry but helpless face. O'Neil begins to stand on his own power, and Terror walks away, never taking his eyes off of him.

Bryan: How the hell is O'Neil still standing? Terror has beaten the hell out of him, but he's still tough as hell!

Yale: And it's only infuriating Terror more, JB! Here it comes, this is it!

Terror barks a few more words at O'Neil, who stands his ground. Even as Terror readies the obvious blow, O'Neil refuses to drop. Both men pause, knowing the end has arrived. O'Neil closes his eyes and raises his head to the sky. Terror nods and steps forward, delivering a vicious superkick right to the jaw. O'Neil hits the mat flat on his back, and doesn't move again.

Bryan: GOOD GOD! Another damn superkick!

Yale: He just used the move of one Hall of Famer to destroy another, JB!

Bryan: O'Neil knew there was nothing more he could do to stop it! Terror's era is about to begin!

Hal Jenkins climbs in behind Terror, pleading with him to stop. But Terror continues to ignore him, instead walking to the far side of the ring and asking for a microphone. The ring, lit only by the thin beams of three silver spotlights, seems to float in the void as Terror begins to speak.

Terror: You see that lying there? That is the past. That is a dead era in Global Championship Wrestling.

The crowd begins to seethe, screaming angrily at The Established one. But Terror simply shakes his head and exhales.

Terror: It's time now. My time now. All that's left to do is make it official.

He turns to Jenkins and points sternly.

Terror: You. Ring the damn bell.

Jenkins protests, but Terror's eyes show he means business.

Bryan: What the hell?

Yale: This match is finally about to officially begin, JB!

Jenkins reluctantly calls for the bell, but Terror simply places a boot on O'Neil's chest. Eager to see the end, Jenkins drops for a swift count.

...1!


...2!



...3!!! The crowd grumbles as the bell sounds again, and Terror's music begins to play.

Bryan: Oh, way to go! Good for you, champ, I hope you're proud of this!

Yale: Why shouldn't he be, JB?! This is what he said was going to happen! Just like President Caldera before him, Jay Terror made a bold promise and delivered on it!

Andrews: Here is your winner, as a result of a pinfall, "The Established" Jay Terror!

Bryan: Way to go, Jay. This was just an ugly, disrespectful, sadistic, egotistical... I don't even know what to say.

Yale: Say that Jay Terror has proven his point here tonight, JB! He beat Jason O'Neil from one end of this building to another, and in the end even O'Neil knew he was beaten.

Bryan: O'Neil came here tonight to try to end the Caldera Era with a whimper, but Jay Terror just started a new era with a great big bang.

Terror remains in the center of the ring for a time, as a disgusted Jenkins refuses to bother raising his arm. Terror doesn't seem to notice; instead he closes his eyes and looks up to the sky, basking in the glow of the spotlights which remain the only illumination in the building.

Yale: Take a good look, JB! There's the new icon of this company! Jay Terror is about to take GCW to even greater heights as the best wrestler, the best leader, the best man we have ever seen!

Bryan: Why, because he destroyed a Hall of Fame wrestler by disrespecting another? This is just shameful, Dave. I hope Caldera is happy with what he's created here.

Yale: Of course! This was exactly the moment Caldera envisioned, JB! Everything tonight has gone exactly according to plan! We've got a new Commissioner in Garbage Bag Johnny who will set the stage, and we've got a new icon who can take the ball and run with it to greatness!

Bryan: I could throw up.

Terror walks to the corner and steps to the second rope. He doesn't pose, he doesn't preen, he doesn't have words for the crowd. Instead he simply stands tall, observing his newly won kingdom, looking down upon the fans as if they were his subjects.

Yale: Take a good look at this, JB! There is literally only one light shining in GCW right now, and it's shining down on Jay Terror! This is the man chosen to lead this company into a new era, and it's just begun right before our eyes!

Bryan: I shudder to think what this could mean, Dave. I can't deny it, Jay Terror dominated tonight. He looked great, even though O'Neil came with a lot of grit. But is this really the right man for the spotlight? Is this the kind of man we're supposed to respect?

Yale: No, JB. You're supposed to hate him, just like the rest of these small-minded people in this stadium. Ever notice how movies end once the heroes win? It's because nobody pays to see the hero on top. They pay to see the hero try to take down the villain. So as long as Jay Terror is on top, people will continue to tune in. And that means Jay Terror is the perfect man to be in the spotlight.

Bryan: I see you've bought into Caldera's garbage, too.

Yale: Just a few minutes ago you said you respected Caldera, and now you're trashing him again.

Bryan: I do respect Caldera, but I can't respect the path he's led Jay Terror down. Look at what he's become, Dave.

Yale: Don't blame this all on Caldera, JB. Jay Terror is his own man. It just happens that he's similar to Caldera and has what it takes to lead!

The lights finally pop back on in the stadium, which seems to wake Terror from his trance. He drops off the turnbuckle and slips out of the ring, leaving without any more fanfare. The officials surround Jason O'Neil, attending to the still-motionless Hall of Famer.

Bryan: O'Neil is still down and out as Terror makes his exit. What an unfortunate end for O'Neil, who was really on his way to redeeming himself here in GCW. The crowd was with him, he just couldn't pull it off.

Yale: I think Jay Terror has done this company a tremendous service in eliminating a dangerous and unpredictable individual who has repeatedly tried to undermine this company.

Bryan: And I think we may be entering a new era of Big Brother type oppression. But that's just my opinion. We've finally got the lights working again, folks. While Jason O'Neil is attended to, we'll take a short break.

Yale: Take a deep breath, GCW. Things are changing.

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Bryan: Well fans, it's now time for the second of our three incredible main event matchups. Clyde Fox, the 2009 Rampage Tournament winner, one of the most beloved wrestlers in GCW, is about to go one on one with the greatest wrestler in GCW history, LeStatt Knight.

Yale: Man, I've been waiting for this one, JB. I'll give Clyde Fox all the credit in the world, for a man-child with an IQ under fifty, Clyde Fox has had an amazing run. But he's up against the most powerful, most accomplished, most otherworldly wrestler ever to step into a GCW ring. LeStatt is bigger, meaner, stronger, and far more experienced on this stage than Clyde.

Bryan: But nobody in GCW is more motivated than Clyde Fox, Dave! A win tonight would be a rather impressive feather in the cap of an incredible year for young Clyde. And while they're certainly polar opposites, everyone here in Cowboys Stadium believes Clyde can pull it off.

Yale: Sorry, JB, but I just don't believe in miracles, and that's exactly what it's going to take

Bryan: Well you can quote Knight's experience on this stage, Dave, and you'd be right. Clyde Fox has never been in an NC-17 main event before and Knight's been in four. But Knight is only two and two in those matches.

Yale: Well, last year he defeated Jordan White for the World Title at NC-17, JB, so don't tell me LeStatt Knight is just average at this. This is the biggest stage there is and Knight is going to rise to the occasion once again.

Bryan: Let's go to Joey Andrews.

The camera begins high above the breathtaking jumbo screen hanging over the ring. It slowly tracks inward on the ring announcer, who stands in the center of the immense crowd as the fans grow restless. The bell tolls three times to signal another main event match is at hand.

Andrews: The following Main Event contest is scheduled for one fall!

The crowd roars, but for a moment nothing happens.

Bryan: You can feel the electricity in this building, folks. This crowd has been absolutely sensational so far.

Yale: They should be, there's over 100,000 of them.

After a time, a barely perceptible dimming of the lights takes place. A few wisps of smoke rise up from the corners of the ring, and the stage grows foggy. The lights continue to very slowly but surely die, and soon the entire expanse of the stadium is dark, save for the pinpricks of light coming from the lighters and cell phones of the crowd. By the time a deathly blue light illuminates the stage, it is enveloped in a thick and impenetrable fog.

Bryan: God, I think it just got colder in here... This is spooky, folks.

Yale: It can only mean one thing, JB...

As the first dramatic beat of "O'Fortuna" hammers into the stadium, a flickering red light begins to penetrate the fog. The unmistakable outline of a ring if flames circling the stage brightens the building, as the ominous music slowly dances into fruition. As the low chants continue, a hulking, chiseled form emerges from the smoke. His black hair dripping and draped over his lowered face, LeStatt Knight steps into view and receives not boos nor cheers, but pure awe from the crowd.

Andrews: Introducing first, from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 280 pounds. . . LeSTATT KNIGHT!

Bryan: There he is! What a breathtaking sight he is, the former three time World Champion, the Hall of Famer Knight! This man has done it all in GCW, he's beaten everyone he's ever faced. And after another acclaimed year, LeStatt Knight might be better than ever.

Yale: Look at that, JB! Who in their right mind would want to step into the ring with this man? Six foot six and 280 pounds of pure muscle, and the kind of drive that only the great ones possess. Do you really think Clyde Fox has all that?

Bryan: I don't know, and that's what we're going to find out. But we've seen hints that he just might, Dave. Still, you can't argue with the accolades. Knight has done everything you can possibly do in GCW, and he still looks like he's in peak physical condition. It's uncanny how Knight has been able to stay at the top for so long.

Yale: Well nobody can stay at the top forever, JB, but it ain't gonna be Clyde Fox that takes Knight down. Knight wants this match, he wants a win at NC-17, but I think he wants to do more than win. He wants to break open Clyde's chest, reach down into his soul and show him the dark truth about what it takes to be as great as him.

Still stoic but heaving, Knight stalks down the ramp, the crowd still loud but timid. A lone silver spotlight follows him down the ramp as he reaches the ring and crosses to the steel steps. Very slowly he rises up to the apron, walks down to the opposite corner and mounts the turnbuckle. The music suddenly explodes in a dramatic crescendo, and Knight rears back, throwing his head and arms into the air, unleashing a hellish roar to the crowd. Cameras flash wildly, and Knight hops over the ropes and into the ring.

Bryan: God, that is fearsome. Say what you want about the physical mismatch, you have to give Clyde Fox credit for being brave enough to go up against this man.

Yale: Knight has given us some of the most gutwrenching, heartpounding performances we've ever seen, JB. I just can't imagine what he's got in store for poor Clyde.

Knight crosses to the ropes on the far side and casts an icy stare out at the crowd. Slowly the stadium lights come up again, but Knight remains frozen in place.

Bryan: You can see the focus in his eyes, fans. LeStatt Knight always brings his best to the biggest matches, and they don't come a whole lot bigger than this.

Yale: Remember the time he stapled his own forehead shut? And the time he dislocated his own arm to counter a move? And the time he shrugged off about forty-seven superkicks to the face to beat Jordan White? How do you expect innocent, simple little Clyde Fox to defeat this man?
Bryan: No doubt Clyde's going to have to take it to another level tonight if he wants to succeed. But he's so close to breaking through, this could be his night.

After a moment, "Ghost Town" cues up and Dallas instantly explodes. Gone is the hushed awe of Knight's entrance; the imminent arrival of his opponent induces a zealous, passionate roar of support.

Bryan: Well here he comes!

Andrews: And his opponent, from Ottawa, Ontario, weighing in at 195 pounds. . . CLYDE FOX!

The camera focuses on the stage, but nobody appears from the back. The jubilant roar of the crowd slowly begins to fade as confusion sets in.

Bryan: Well, at least he should be coming down right now...

Yale: Ha! We should have seen this coming, JB! Clyde saw Knight's entrance and chickened out! And who can blame him?

Bryan: Oh, hang on a minute now, Clyde may be lacking something upstairs, but a coward he is not! What's going on here?

After a moment, a raucous cheer goes up in the area of section 324. The camera swings around to find three spotlights focused on a luxury sweet in between sections. There, standing on the railing, is Clyde Fox. Clad in a cape, a thin black mask over his eyes, Fox puffs out his chest and places his fists on his hips, grinning a confident grin at the elated fans.

Bryan: THERE HE IS! It's Super Clyde!

Yale: What the hell is he doing up there? You have to be in the ring to fight, you lunatic!

Bryan: Clyde is hundreds of feet from the ring! He's hundreds of feet in the air! And he's about to fly to battle evil!

With the occupants of the box cheering him on, Clyde leaps out into the air with a fist pointed toward the ring. The harness on his back follows a zipline leading to the ring, and Clyde soars over the outstretched arms of the fans below. Fireworks explode overhead, following Clyde on his flight to the ring, and he detaches his harness just as he clears the ring ropes.

Bryan: What an entrance! This crowd is absolutely electrified!

Yale: I'm not sure Knight's impressed by this, JB...

Clyde lands on his feet and again places his hands on his hips, and immediately gets floored by a massive clothesline from Knight. The crowd groans as Fox's music abruptly cuts off, and the bell rings.

Bryan: Oh God, down goes Fox, and Knight wasn't having any more of that! This match is underway!

Yale: Haha, it was a mighty impressive entrance, I'll give Clyde that, but if he thinks he can goof around tonight, he's in for a rude awakening. You're in there with LeStatt freakin' Knight now, kid, time to stop with the kiddie stuff and fight!

Dazed, Clyde quickly returns to his feet, but Knight connects with a solid right hand to the jaw. Clyde winces and stumbles into the corner, and Knight calmly steps forward to deliver a sharp knife-edge chop to the chest.

Yale: Ha, I think I saw Clyde's eyes cross after that one!

Bryan: Man, LeStatt is all business here, fans. He's had enough of the lighthearted antics of Clyde Fox, and Clyde may be getting a painful introduction to the main event picture in GCW!

Yale: This is LeStatt Knight's stage, JB. Clyde's just lucky to be along for the ride.

As Clyde stumbles out of the corner, Knight follows with his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed. He tracks down Fox in the next corner, where he delivers another chop. Clyde sinks to the mat, his back resting against the turnbuckle, and Knight nonchalantly presses a boot into his face.

Bryan: Nothing fancy about this, fans. Knight has been waiting since Dangerous Games to get his hands on Clyde, and this match is going to be all about survival.

Yale: Clyde's been running for some time now, JB, but he's got no escape this time!

Tim Vale steps in with a five count and orders Knight to break the choke. Knight obliges with an amused yet sinister grin on his face. He watches patiently as Clyde picks himself back up again, trying desperately to get his bearings for the first time in the match. Knight lunges forward, but Clyde hits the deck and slithers between his legs. Clyde flees to the opposite corner, but a desperate swipe from Knight yields a handful of Clyde's cape, which he uses to snap him right back down to the canvas.

Bryan: Ouch! God, Clyde's head almost rolled as a result of his own cape!

Yale: Yeah, come on, Clyde, haven't you ever seen The Incredibles?

Bryan: It certainly backfired there, as all Clyde can think of right now is escape! He's got to somehow get some distance between himself and LeStatt, because Knight hasn't given him the chance to get out of the gate here.

Yale: Smart move by LeStatt, JB. He's all business tonight at NC-17, he's just here to show the world that this child doesn't belong in the same ring as the Icon!

Gasping for air, Clyde rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up. Knight is right behind him, but Clyde drops out of the ring and races to distance himself from his opponent. Gritting his teeth, Knight slips out of the ropes in pursuit, and follows him around the ring. Clyde rips the cape off of his back and flings it wildly at LeStatt, and to his great luck the cape lands draped over Knight's face. Knight quickly clears the cape away, but the momentary blindness gives Clyde the chance to spring off the apron and onto his shoulders! The crowd roars as Clyde prepares a hurricanrana, but Knight's powerful arms keep him trapped in the air.

Bryan: Oh God, Clyde tried a high risk move, and it's about to backfire big time!

Yale: Knight's not wasting any time here, JB, he's going to destroy Clyde right now! This could be the shortest NC-17 match in history!

Knight rushes forward and unleashes a hellish powerbomb aimed directly at the steel steps. But Clyde executes a backflip off Knight's shoulders, and manages to just clear the steps to land on his feet. The crowd roars as the two exchange a momentary staredown, before Clyde spins on his heel and takes off running.

Bryan: WOW! What a counter by Clyde, he just saved himself from disaster!

Yale: And now he's getting the hell out of there! This is just pathetic!

Undeterred, Knight gives chase, but Clyde quickly outpaces him. Clyde circles the ring and slides back inside, instantly ready as Knight sticks his head under the ropes to follow. Clyde leaps high into the air and aims a big elbow at the exposed head of Knight, but LeStatt quickly reverses course and slips back to the floor, causing Clyde to hit nothing but canvas.

Bryan: Oh, savvy move by LeStatt!

Yale: He knew exactly what Clyde was trying to do, JB! That was some pretty basic strategy there, trying to get the high ground and then lure Knight back in, but Knight was about four steps ahead of him on that one.

Bryan: I'm afraid it's going to take something more than that for Clyde to outfox LeStatt in this match. Knight has seen it all, and he's not about to be outsmarted.

As Clyde nurses his elbow, Knight quickly climbs back into the ring. Clyde begins crawling away, but Knight manages to grab an ankle and halt his progress. Clyde flips onto his back and lashes out with a violent kick, which doesn't do much damage but manages to free him from Knight's grasp. Clyde instantly nips up, eliciting a big pop from the crowd, but an unimpressed Knight rushes forward with a clothesline. Fox drops right back to the mat and rolls out of the ring, leaving Knight alone once again.

Bryan: Wow, that's some impressive agility from Fox, and he's just not giving Knight a chance to really unload on him.

Yale: Yeah, Knight got some moves in early, JB, but since then he hasn't really been able to deliver a big one. But if Fox thinks he's going to frustrate LeStatt, well, all he'll really do is piss him off. And he doesn't want that.

Bryan: Well Knight certainly does not seem to be frustrated here just yet, he's a cool customer. But as long as Clyde continues to avoid the big moves from LeStatt, the opportunities will come and Clyde might just be able to seize them.

Clyde recoils as he expects Knight to follow, but LeStatt doesn't move. Vale begins the ten count as Clyde slowly circles the ring, eyeing LeStatt nervously. Knight makes no effort to follow, but tracks Fox's movements around the ring with a predatory stare. As the count reaches four, Clyde places a hand on the apron, but Knight takes a quick step forward, ready to pounce should Clyde dare enter.

Yale: Are you seeing this, JB? This is why LeStatt is so much better than Clyde. Clyde thought he could lure Knight back out, but he's not falling for that one again. He's letting the referee make the count, and eventually Clyde will have no choice but to get back into the ring.

Bryan: And LeStatt will be waiting. But still, Clyde did the right thing, I think he's going to try to tire LeStatt, stretch this match out, and hope Knight slows down.

Yale: Well if he can't find a way back into the ring, JB, this match might be over. Clyde might rather get counted out than suffer whatever Knight has in store for him!

The count gets to six and Clyde breaks into a sprint, trying to reach a safe point in the ring. Knight easily closes the distance with just a few steps across the ring. Seven, eight, and Clyde begins to get desperate.

Bryan: This is it, it's now or never!

Clyde stops at the entrance ramp and turns, walking away from the ring. Knight tilts his head to the side in confusion, his body still tense and at the ready.

Yale: Haha, Clyde's leaving, JB! He's just going to walk away. Maybe he's smarter than I thought!

Bryan: I wouldn't count on it...

Yale: You're right, he's pretty dumb.

Bryan: No, I mean I don't think he's leaving!

Clyde pivots and bursts forward. He hits the ring just as Vale gets to nine and throws himself under the ropes. Knight rushes forward, but Clyde seems to defy gravity as he glides across the canvas, right under Knight's grasp! The crowd explodes as Clyde seamlessly floats to his feet and bounces off the ropes. By the time Knight can turn, Clyde is already barreling forward with a full head of steam. He throws himself recklessly into Knight with a high cross body, and Knight hits the mat to a massive pop!

Bryan: BOOM! Down goes Knight! Yes!

Yale: I don't believe it! That was incredible!

Bryan: Amazing maneuvering by Clyde, and Knight never saw that coming! And now Clyde is unloading as Dallas cheers him on!

The crowd cheers wildly as Clyde wraps an arm around Knight's neck and begins driving fists into his face. Knight struggles mightily, but is unable to gain leverage. Finally he launches Fox off, breaking the grip but allowing Clyde to land on his feet. Knight scrambles to his feet as Clyde hits the ropes again, but as soon as he turns to see Knight upright, Clyde hooks the top rope and halts his charge.

Bryan: Impressive smarts here by Clyde, he's not going to attack unless he's got a clear advantage. Knight was ready for more, but Clyde's going to reset and plot his next move.

Yale: Smarts? More like survival instinct, JB. The only way I can reconcile what I'm seeing from Clyde with what I know about him is to credit basic human instincts.

Bryan: I don't know, Dave, maybe Clyde's a little more clever than we thought. Maybe he's learning, maybe he's ready to make this leap. The crowd certainly seems to think so!

Cowboys Stadium roars for Clyde, trying its best to rattle Knight. But Knight barely registers the noise, his icy stare fixed on Fox and showing no signs of frustration.

Bryan: God, Knight just doesn't seem affected, though. This is the problem for Clyde, no matter how much he exceeds expectations he still can't surprise or intimidate LeStatt Knight!

Yale: Yeah, that's the problem for Clyde. Not that LeStatt is twice his size and the greatest wrestler of all time. That.

Knight lunges forward again, and Fox jumps toward him. With the gap closing faster than Knight expected, he misses Clyde as he leaps clean onto his shoulders and spins around. Knight staggers about with Clyde seated on his shoulders facing forward. LeStatt finally overpowers him and flips him high into the air for an electric chair drop, but Clyde floats through into a victory roll! He locks Knight's shoulders to the mat firmly as the ecstatic crowd chants along.

Bryan: WOW! Sensational counter!

...1!

...And an emphatic kickout ends the excitement quickly.

Yale: Haha, yeah, right.

Bryan: Knight was having none of that. A great counter by Fox but Knight isn't losing at NC-17 like that.

Yale: Exactly, JB. The only times Knight has lost on this stage, he's taken some unbelievably hellish beatings. Fox may be showing some moderate craftiness here, but does he have it in him to really punish a bigger, more intimidating wrestler?

Bryan: Knight's never faced anyone like Clyde, Dave. No, Knight's not going to be surprised, but maybe Clyde's got something in him that Knight's not quite prepared to handle.

Yale: Keep dreaming, JB.

Both men return to their feet and once again lock eyes. Knight jab-steps forward and Fox flinches, prompting Knight to bulrush him. He drives Fox into the corner and swallows him up, pressing him against the turnbuckle with his full weight. Fox squirms wildly and manages to wriggle out, dropping to the mat and slipping out from between Knight's legs. He grabs Knight by the ankles and yanks him right off his feet, causing Knight's head to bounce off the middle turnbuckle.

Bryan: God, what a sneaky move by Clyde! This place is going nuts!

Yale: Did you see Knight's neck snap back? God, he might be out!

Bryan: Man, that could seriously affect this match! Knight simply couldn't hold on to the slippery Fox, and Clyde pulled the rug out from under him.

With the fans roaring, Clyde slips out to the apron and watches as a dazed Knight rolls onto his back. Fox slingshots himself over the top rope and drops a perfectly targeted leg over his neck. A massive pop is followed by lateral press by Fox.

Bryan: Slingshot legdrop, cover!

Yale: God, no!

...1!


...2!


...Kickout!

Bryan: Knight escapes, but Knight didn't kick out with nearly as much emphasis that time. Fox has him hurt here, he's got to try to finish this thing quick!

Yale: You're right, JB, this is the best opportunity Clyde's likely to have all night, if he ever wants to shock the world he's got to do it right now!

Undeterred by Knight's survival and building momentum with the crowd roaring, Fox grins and heads for the top rope. He quickly leaps straight to the top, turns, and leaps. He measures Knight from the air and drops a precision knee directly into Knight's skull. Knight writhes in pain on the mat until Fox collects him into another cover.

Bryan: What a move! Knight's really in trouble here, another pin!

...1!


...2!


...Kickout!

Yale: No way, there's no way LeStatt Knight is losing like this. He's just got to hold on and get his bearings. Once he does, and you know he will, Clyde will be in for it.

Bryan: I think Clyde knows that, Dave, he's not wasting any time here in tearing into Knight!

An angry but still disoriented Knight shoves Fox away and scrambles to his feet. Snarling but unable to locate a speeding Clyde, Knight is defenseless against a leaping dropkick to the face. Another enormous pop follows as Knight hits the mat, and again Clyde hooks a leg.

Bryan: Dropkick, cover!

...1!


...2!


...This time, Knight flips Clyde over, countering into a cover of his own. But rather than attempt to hold Clyde's shoulder to the mat, Knight simply sits up and begins driving his fist into Clyde's face. The crowd groans after each shot, as Knight hammers Fox mercilessly.

Bryan: Oh God, reversal by Knight, and now he's just unloading on Fox! This is a savage beating!

Yale: There we go! That's more like it! LeStatt has had enough of that nonsense.

Bryan: He's just absolutely wearing Clyde out! I think Fox is busted open!

With a large cut over Fox's eye growing larger with each blow, Vale grows concerned and grabs Knight to stop the assault. Knight gets to his feet but violently pushes Vale away, then watches with clenched fists as a bloody, barely conscious Fox struggles in vain to stand.

Bryan: God, the blood is rushing down poor Clyde's face now. This match was really just getting started, but the moment Knight got Clyde locked down he really opened up.

Yale: I'm telling you, JB, all of Clyde's supposed cleverness to start this match, it only pissed Knight off!

Bryan: Knight didn't show it but I think he may have actually become frustrated with Clyde's antics, and now he's looking like the pain is about to begin.

Yale: It wasn't just this match that's aggravated him, JB. It's been months of putting up with Clyde's childish pranks. LeStatt Knight didn't come to NC-17 to kid around with Clyde Fox. He came here to make it clear just how far beneath him this entire experience has been.

Bryan: I'm not counting Clyde out of this one, Dave. Maybe the kid had something else up his sleeve!

Yale: Hopefully it's a bandaid.

Fox finally gets a hand on the ropes as Vale admonishes an uninterested Knight. Fox reaches his feet and touches a hand to his face, feeling the copious blood flow for the first time. His face appears to grow pale as he winces in pain, but he has no time to convalesce. Knight grabs him from behind and sends him into the ropes, then catches him on the rebound with an artless forearm shot to the face. Fox flies off his feet and lands in a heap, and Knight pauses to let the crowd express its displeasure.

Bryan: Down goes Fox again, and there's absolutely nothing fancy about Knight's attack here now. He showed us his smarts in the opening stages of this match, but that was never in doubt. Now he's going to show Clyde the ugly side of his approach.

Yale: And that's bad news for Clyde Fox, JB. Think about it. Michael Stevens. Jay Terror. Jordan White. Think of all the men LeStatt has absolutely brutalized on this stage. Do you really think Clyde can handle that?

Bryan: No, I don't, which is why I think he needs to find a way out of this offensive by Knight and get things moving quickly again!

Knight plucks Fox right back up again, giving him no time to rest. He walks him to the corner and drives his face into the turnbuckle, sending Clyde staggering to the center of the ring. He rushes Fox shoulder-first, but Fox finally manages to evade by leaping into the air. Knight runs right under him and hits the turnbuckle spine-first, and Clyde seizes the moment. He charges in with a hard clothesline, but Knight easily steps out of the way, and Clyde eats corner. As Clyde clutches his sternum, Knight steps in behind him and delivers a big belly to back suplex.

Yale: Ha, well, the speed didn't help him much there!

Bryan: Clyde may have avoided real disaster for a moment, but Knight's not exactly flat footed. He's just one step ahead of Clyde right now, and Fox is going to have to figure out a way to claw back into this match.

Knight seems to ponder a cover for a moment, but decides it against it and lifts Clyde up. Clyde fires a few weak rights into Knight's midsection, but Knight puts a quick stop to that with a knee to the gut. An Irish whip sends Clyde running, but Clyde springboards off the second rope and comes back with a high moonsault! The crowd roars but Knight has it well scouted, and he drops to a knee to allow Clyde to fly by. Clyde impressively lands on his feet and backs into the ropes, but Knight is readying a clothesline. He fires, but Clyde leaps onto his shoulders and floats around behind him, where he applies a standing dragon sleeper.

Bryan: WOW! What a series of counters by Fox! He's got Knight locked down here!

Yale: I don't believe it! Clyde may have something left in the tank, after all! But I don't think he can keep Knight in this position...

Sure enough, Knight very quickly begins pulling his way toward the ropes. Clyde struggles mightily, but Knight very quickly repositions him. But rather than break the hold, Knight places both feet on the middle rope and flips his body over Fox's head. Knight lands on his feet and then immediately flips Fox over, drilling him with a devastating reverse suplex. Fox's chest and face bounce off the canvas, and Knight flips him into a cover.

Bryan: Oh God! What a maneuver!

Yale: Brilliant! Vintage Knight!

Bryan: And here's the cover, this should do it!

...1!


...2!


...At the last moment Clyde rockets a shoulder off the mat, and the crowd explodes with delight. The volume growing now in an attempt to rally Fox, Knight nevertheless continues undeterred.

Bryan: WOW!

Yale: How did he kick out of that one, JB?

Bryan: I have no idea, but Clyde's still alive! But Knight just keeps on going.

Yale: I don't think Knight minds that kickout one bit, JB. If Fox stays down he's victorious, if Fox kicks out he gets to keep hurting him. It's win-win!

Leading Fox back to the corner, Knight glares at the crowd in defiance of its hopeful cheers. Knight measures Fox's bloody face and delivers another straight right. He then winds up and whips Fox hard to the other corner, where Fox collides with the turnbuckle sternum first. Fox stumbles backward as Knight charges in, and he blasts Fox to the mat with a huge clothesline to the back of the head.

Bryan: Oh, God, Knight just absolutely obliterated Clyde with that one! I don't think I've ever seen LeStatt Knight unleash this kind of hard-hitting offense so early in a match. He thinks he can end Fox quickly, and from the look of things he may be right!

Yale: That was a devastating move, JB, I think he just finished Clyde right here and now. There is absolutely no way Clyde's going to continue after that.

Bryan: Clyde really showed some impressive ring awareness and strategy in the opening stages of this match, but as we feared, as soon as Knight got his hands on him, it was pretty much over. Clyde's amazing ascent this year, coming so close to being in the main event of this Pay-Per-View, winning the Rampage Tournament, it was all amazing, but it seems LeStatt just decided he wasn't going to let this match last very long.

Knight toys with Clyde, nudging him in the face with his boot. Clyde, still pale and near tears, curls into a ball and tries to avoid further punishment. Knight looks over at Vale, as if asking him if he should continue.

Yale: Look at this, Clyde looks like he just wants it to be over, JB.

Bryan: This is sickening. Clyde Fox is the most likeable guy we've ever had in GCW, and he does not deserve this kind of taunting. Ok, you've got him hurt, but you don't have to disrespect him like this!

Yale: Even I feel a little bad for Clyde, JB. But come on, what did he expect? He was climbing into the ring with LeStatt Knight! We all knew this was going to happen.

The crowd reaction evolves from anger to pity as Fox tries to distance himself from his adversary by crawling away. Knight's shoulders droop as he pursues him, grabbing him by the ankle and pulling him up in the corner. Knight begins spewing angry words at Clyde as he manhandles him, and finally flings him away with a sloppy beale.

Bryan: Knight's letting Clyde know what he thinks of him here. This is really a dangerous situation here, fans, and I think referee Tim Vale needs to think about putting a stop to it.

Yale: Fox seems to be so scared and so wounded that he's just trying to ride it out, JB. And if Knight wasn't frustrated by Clyde's shenanigans to start the match, I think he's frustrated now by Clyde's reluctance to fight!

After hitting the mat, Clyde sees Knight coming and he flees to the corner, unsure of what to do. Knight approaches slowly, barking now at full volume. Knight stops in the center of the ring, giving Fox room to stand, which after hesitating he finally does.

Bryan: Knight's really ripping into Clyde verbally here, and Clyde's not real sure of what to do.

Yale: I'm not exactly sure what Knight wants from him, JB. He's yelling at him to fight, but Clyde's petrified!

Bryan: I think Clyde was fully ready for this match, but the moment the true LeStatt Knight emerged, Fox was just too shocked by what he saw to continue. I really don't think Clyde has ever been this close tot his kind of horror, and he's not sure what to do about it.

Yale: He never should have gotten himself into this situation, JB.

With Knight urging him on and the crowd roaring in support, Clyde finally wipes the fear from his face and rushes forward. The fans explode as he throws himself into Knight with a high cross body, but Knight easily catches him. Shaking his head in frustration, Knight simply sets Fox down and screams at him to do better.

Bryan: Fox finally fights back, but Knight just caught him like a child!

Yale: That's exactly what this is, JB! It's the best wrestler in the world against a little kid! This is not a fair match!

Bryan: And Knight still wants Clyde to do more!

Yale: He wants to be challenged, JB!

His expression still pale but growing more determined, Fox hits the ropes as fast as he can and charges full speed into Knight. But the shoulder block has no effect, as the much larger Knight simply remains standing in the center of the ring. The volume and venom of Knight's voice grow further, and this time Fox hits the ropes with all the energy he can manage. He springboards off the top rope with astonishing agility, and drops a hard double-axehandle onto the crown of Knight's skull. And still Knight stands, unmoved.

Bryan: God, Knight is screaming at Fox to attack, but nothing Clyde does even seems to register!

Yale: There's just nothing he can do to hurt this man, JB. Knight should stop toying with him and finish him off!

Finally fed up with Fox's impotent offense, Knight rears back and delivers an open-handed smack to Fox's face. The crowd gasps and boos hard as Clyde drops to a knee in pain. With a hand pressed against his face, Fox's eyes slowly begin to grow wide. His chest begins to heave, and his once-pale face grows crimson red.

Bryan: God, Knight just slapped the taste out of Fox's mouth!

Yale: But I think he just made Fox mad, JB! Look at him!

Bryan: Knight just completely disrespected Fox, and I think Clyde may finally have had enough! He's not afraid any more, he's pissed off!

Fox springs back to his feet and unloads with a massive slap directly to the face of LeStatt Knight. The crowd absolutely erupts in surprised appreciation for the bold move by Fox. Knight is rocked by the force of the slap, and his eyes now grow wide in both shock and fury.

Bryan: God! Fox slapped him back! Fox just slapped the greatest wrestler in GCW history right in the face!

Yale: BIG MISTAKE!

Trembling with rage, Knight clenches his fist and fires wildly at Fox's head. But Clyde nimbly ducks the blow and slips behind him! Knight turns and takes a step forward, only to walk directly into a wild standing sidekick to the jaw! Clyde fires the move with such force that he loses his balance and falls to the mat, landing next to a completely wiped out Knight.

Bryan: BOOM! OH YEAH!

Yale: What?!

Bryan: Knight felt it that time! Clyde didn't back down and he just blasted Knight right off his feet!

Yale: I don't believe it! Clyde just knocked Knight down with one move! I think we've got ourselves a fight, JB!

The crowd is on fire now as Clyde rights himself and moves in for a cover. But Knight begins to stir before Fox can get there, so he backs off and quickly heads for the ropes. As Knight reaches his feet, Fox hops onto the top turnbuckle once again and lies in wait. His face now determined and firm, Fox executes a perfectly timed leap, catching Knight off balance with a missile dropkick to the chest. Knight hits the mat hard and this time Clyde scrambles for a pin.

Bryan: Fox connects! Huge dropkick off the top rope! Knight is down!

...1!


...2!


...Knight refuses to stay down, kicking out hard. But Clyde, chest still pumping in outrage of Knight's disrespect, doesn't back off. He drags Knight into the corner and props him against the bottom turnbuckle. Fox then places both feet on the bottom rope and begins bouncing, before finally leaping into the air and stomping straight down on Knight's chest with both feet. Knight curls up in pain and Fox follows with a stomp to the knee.

Bryan: Knight kicks out, but Clyde's keeping the pressure on!

Yale: This is a whole different ballgame now, JB! Clyde's busted open, he's bleeding badly, he's taken some brutal moves, but that slap to the face seems to have set him off!

Bryan: And it seemed like this is what Knight wanted! Well be careful what you ask for!

Stubbornly getting to his feet, Knight tries in vain to brush Fox off. Clyde winds him up and delivers a hard whip to the opposite side, and Knight's spine collides with the turnbuckle. Clyde follows close behind and leaps into the air with a big splash, but Knight steps clear and Fox eats corner. Draped over the top rope, Clyde is helpless as Knight steps onto the bottom turnbuckle and delivers a massive Russian legsweep off the ropes! Knight effortlessly floats over and hooks a leg.

Bryan: Oh God, devastating move by Knight! He's got the cover!

...1!


...2!


...Fox shoots an arm off the mat, earning a big pop. Knight rolls away and remains on the canvas.

Bryan: Kickout by Clyde, and after that nice counter it seems as though Knight is a bit winded.

Yale: Yeah, I guess the offense of Clyde Fox has been pretty effective, but not effective enough to keep Knight from countering there.

Bryan: But this is the first time in this match that Knight has seemed really hurt, and the crowd can sense that Fox may have scratched his way into this match after things were looking pretty bleak!

Both men stumble to an upright position, and Knight sticks Clyde with a fist to his bloody face. Clyde stumbles into the ropes but rebounds with a forceful forearm. The shot rocks Knight, who staggers away and takes refuge in the corner. Clyde rushes in an leaps onto the second rope, where he proceeds to drive hard fists straight down onto the top of Knight's head.

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Bryan: Fox is going right back at him here! That slap in the face really got Fox's adrenaline flowing, and he's looking for aggressive than I think we've ever seen him!

Yale: But he's left himself vulnerable, JB!

The assault is halted as Knight grabs Fox and steps out of the corner. He shoulders Fox in preparating for a powerslam, but Fox crawls over his back and rolls him up from behind!

Yale: Whoa, watch it!

...1!


...2!


...Knight forcefully kicks out, but Fox quickly scrambles to the middle rope.

Bryan: Nice reversal by Clyde, but a kickout by Knight!

Yale: He's going back up again!

Knight quickly reaches his feet, only to get blasted by a spinning heel kick from Fox! The crowd roars as Fox immediately bolts for the turnbuckle, this time heading all the way to the top. Knight recovers but Fox is poised, and he leaps onto Knight's shoulders for a hurricanrana! He drops back but Knight keeps his feet and pulls him right back up. The crowd gasps as Knight prepares to uncoil a powerbomb. This time Fox slips off Knight's shoulders and hooks his head, floating through and hitting a perfect front facebuster in the center of the ring.

Bryan: OH YEAH! What a counter by Fox! He countered that DDT right into the Fox Factor! Knight is in serious trouble!

Yale: Big opportunity for Fox here, JB! If he can finish Knight off he'll shock the world!

Bryan: What a victory this would be, what a huge moment for Clyde if he can win this thing right here!

Fox stands and flips Knight onto his back. With the fans screaming, he once again takes to the top. Knight doesn't move an inch as Fox rises tall on the top rope and takes off! He executes a towering Frog Splash, connecting with unbelievable force. Unfortunately, all he connects with is canvas, as Knight slips out of the way at the last moment.

Bryan: NO! God, Fox went for the Big Time frog splash, but Knight had it scouted and got clear!

Yale: Clyde went for it all, JB, and that's really all he can do! It was a high risk move, but he's not going to beat LeStatt Knight playing it safe. Sadly for Clyde, it doesn't look like he'll be beating LeStatt Knight at all! Haha!

Still slow to recover, Knight nonetheless grins as he watches Clyde writhe in pain on the pain. He finally sucks in a big breath and stands, quickly sticking a boot into Fox's ribs. With a handful of hair Knight drags a protesting Fox to his feet and delivers a headbutt between the eyes. Fox's arms flail about before he teeters and falls flat on his rear. Knight rockets into the ropes and bounces back behind the seated Fox before delivering a straight dropkick to the back of the head.

Bryan: God, Knight goes back to the straight-ahead offense that has really brutalized Clyde in this contest. I just don't know how much more of this he can take, Dave.

Yale: I'm shocked he's still in it at all, JB! Knight has really unloaded on Clyde, but the little guy keeps on coming. At first Clyde seemed oblivious, then he seemed scared... now he seems strangely determined!

Bryan: This massive stage is new for Clyde, folks, but now that he's settled in he wants this match just as badly as this record-breaking crowd does!

The fans never stop cheering wildly for Clyde, trying its hardest to make things difficult for Knight. But Knight barely seems to register their presence, and he plucks Clyde up and whips him to the turnbuckle. He follows in with a hard clothesline, then turns and rushes out, delivering a big bulldog to the canvas.

Yale: Yes! What a great one-two-three combination by Knight! Just finish him off so we can all move on, LeStatt!

Bryan: Things are looking bleak once again for Fox, who can't possibly have much left. He's taken a hell of a beating and he's lost a ton of blood, but Clyde's still moving. Barely.

Vale dives to the mat in anticipation of a cover, but Knight very quickly stands and pulls Clyde back up. Building momentum, he whips Clyde fast into the ropes. Clyde bounces back and ducks a clothesline, hitting the ropes again. Knight unleashes a huge standing sidekick, perfectly targeted at Clyde's oncoming head. Reacting on instinct, Clyde ducks, and his momentum carries him head-first right between Knight's legs. A cry goes up in the crowd as Knight winces and immediately hits the mat like a sack of bricks.

Yale: OH NO!

Bryan: DOWN GOES KNIGHT! Oh God, Fox just, well, he just headbutted Knight in the gonads! Knight is down and he is in serious, serious pain!

Yale: I think I saw his eyes roll into the back of his head, JB! Knight's voice might be higher than Clyde's now!

Bryan: And just like that, the door has opened for Clyde Fox once again! I don't know if that was intentional or not on the part of Clyde, but Tim Vale is letting it go!

Yale: Once again Clyde Fox stumbles into some remarkable luck, and now he might rob LeStatt because of it! I don't believe this!

With the crowd laughing and cheering wildly, Fox wipes the still-flowing blood from his eyes and gets to his feet. He immediately rushes to the ropes and springboards into a huge moonsault! He lands squarely on Knight's chest and hooks a leg.

Bryan: Bunnysault! Fox connects! This is it!

Yale: No way can Clyde Fox beat LeStatt Knight with a move called the Bunnysault!!

...1!


...2!


...This time the kickout barely comes in time; Knight weakly tilts a shoulder off the mat a moment before Vale's hand falls for the third time.

Bryan: THREE! Did he get him?!

Yale: NO! NO! Only two!

Bryan: Man, Clyde Fox just came within a millisecond of defeating LeStatt Knight! And now this crowd is feeling it! Clyde Fox is feeling it! He's got a chance to make history here!

Yale: This isn't happening! Come on, LeStatt!

Knight struggles over to his hands and knees, freeing Fox to hit the ropes again. Fox springboards off the middle rope yet again, this time flying back with a huge falling elbow to the small of the back. He crushes Knight back to the mat, giving rise to another jubilant cheer and another cover!

Bryan: YES! Great move, lateral press!

...1!!


...2!!!


...Yet again Knight kicks out, and the crowd exhales in disappointment.

Yale: NO! Knight's still alive.

Bryan: But Fox is really giving it his all here! He just needs to find a way to finish him off!

Sensing the crowd ready to completely lose it, Fox decides it's time for the final blow. He takes a position behind Knight, hands in the air, poised and ready to strike. He waits patiently as Knight slowly regains his bearings, dazed and still doubled over from the pain in his groin. He finally collects himself and turns, and Fox steps in and delivers a huge headbutt to the bridge of the nose. The crowd thunders as Knight, stunned, can't keep himself from being underhooked by Clyde.

Bryan: HERE IT COMES! INTO THE FOXHOLE!

Fox tries to lift Knight, but can't muscle up the dead weight. He tries again, but still fails.

Yale: I don't think he can get Knight up, JB! I don't think he's strong enough!

Bryan: Fox is struggling to get almost three-hundred pounds of LeStatt Knight off the mat! If he can hit this it'll be over!

This time Fox lets loose a high-pitched but emphatic scream, lifting as hard as he can. His eyes grow wide as if in shock as he actually manages to pull Knight up! The crowd, however, groans as it realizes that Knight himself is responsible for the movement. He flips over behind Fox, grabs a fistful of hair, and violently pulls Fox down into a reverse DDT.

Bryan: Oh, God, what a devastating move by Knight! Every time it seems like Clyde is nearing the end, Knight comes back and puts him down. There just may be no stopping this man!

Yale: He's LeStatt freaking Knight, JB! Fox gave it a good showing, and I, for one, am impressed with the success he's had in this match! But this thing was hopeless from the start!

Despite the big counter, Knight is still wounded and has difficulty following up. He crawls to the corner and pulls himself up with the aid of the ropes, while grinning a sideways grin despite the pain. He turns to see Fox rising and unceremoniously cuts him down with a charging clothesline. Fox hits the mat so hard that the crowd's constant cheer is finally subdued.

Bryan: And down goes Fox again. This is starting to look pretty bleak for Clyde now. Knight just seems to be too big, too strong, too mean.

Yale: He's too great, JB! Fox simply isn't on his level.

Bryan: I don't know about that! Fox has really held his own in this match and it's not like Knight hasn't had trouble. But right now it just seems like Fox got into the game a little too late.

Finding a second wind, Knight seems to move more smoothly as he collects Fox again. The crowd begins to grumble as it senses Knight preparing for the end. He winds Fox up and whips him to the ropes, but Clyde comes back and leaps clean onto Knight's shoulders. The crowd explodes as Fox begins hammering a stunned Knight with furious fists to the face, but Knight very quickly ends the comeback by driving Fox straight back down into the canvas with bonecrushing force.

Bryan: POWERBOMB!

Yale: Oh yeah! That's it, JB! This match is OVER!

Bryan: I think you're right, Dave, Knight just crushed Fox with that one, and this is elementary!

Knight drops for the cover and hooks a leg.

...1!


...2!!!!


...A delayed pop follows as the surprised crowd watches Fox kick out! Knight raises an eyebrow and rocks back to his knees, pausing to work out his confusion.

Bryan: HE KICKED OUT! Fox is still alive!

Yale: Wow! I really can't believe that just happened, JB!

Bryan: Fox's head just bounced off the mat, he looked like he was done for, but he refuses to die! This crowd still believes, Dave!

Yale: Amazing, this enormous stadium, over a hundred thousand people packed into it, and every single one of them is an idiot! Clyde's just delaying the inevitable here!

With a glazed but defiant face, Fox tries to push his way up but can't find the strength. A confused Knight looks around, pausing as if plotting his next diabolical move.

Bryan: God, you may be right about Fox asking for trouble, though, Dave. Knight's got Clyde helpless here, and Clyde's at the mercy of LeStatt's imagination!

Yale: This is doomsday for Clyde, JB, but really, how else could it have ended?

Raising an eyebrow as if a lightbulb has gone on over his head, Knight grins a troubling grin and plucks Clyde off the mat. He walks him to the turnbuckle and lifts him up, then drapes him across the turnbuckle. Knight steps out through the ropes and begins climbing, tucking Clyde's head between his legs on the way.

Bryan: Oh, God, Knight's going up!

Yale: Knight is setting Clyde up for another powerbomb, JB! And this one's not intended to end this match, it's intended to send a message!

Bryan: He's taking aim at the announce table! Time to move!

The announcers scramble to safer ground as Knight prepares the move. Cowboys Stadium shoots to its feet as Clyde begins to struggle, but is utterly powerless under the firm grip of Knight.

Bryan: God, here it comes!

Yale: Geronimo!

Just as Knight winds up, a hooded figure leaps over the barricade. The astonished crowd watches as a man wearing a pair of black jeans with a dark hoodie drawn over his head hops onto the apron. Grabbing Knight by the waist, the figure launches him off the turnbuckle! Fox lands draped over the turnbuckle again as Knight careens to the mat, hitting with incredible impact.

Bryan: WAIT A MINUTE! Down goes Knight! Someone just knocked Knight right off the turnbuckle!

Yale: What was that?!

Bryan: Knight was about to powerbomb Clyde right out of the ring, but he must have a guardian angel!

With the crowd going wild, the hooded figure drops back to the floor and begins to retreat. Clutching at his back, a pained Knight looks out to the floor in fury. He locks eyes with the figure, who pulls the hood away to reveal a familiar plume of crimson red hair.

Yale: JB! LOOK WHO IT IS!

Bryan: IT'S MICHAEL STEVENS! The former World Champion is here!

Yale: That's the man that beat Knight for the World Title at NC-17 ! He just came back and rescued Clyde Fox!

Bryan: Was he here to help Clyde or harm Knight? Either way, he just made sure that this match stayed even and in the ring!

Yale: Unfortunately for Clyde he didn't seem to do much damage, but at least for the moment Stevens saved him from some serious, serious pain!

An absolutely earsplitting pop greets Stevens as he flashes Knight a mischievous grin. Knight seethes as Stevens hops back over the barricade and makes his way back out through the crowd, not sticking around for retribution.

Bryan: And Stevens is high-tailing it out of here! Wow, what a return! Stevens hasn't been seen in over three years! I never thought he would be back in GCW, but he was watching over Clyde's shoulder the entire time!

Yale: What the hell was he thinking? Knight's going to be furious! But Stevens has left Clyde to suffer the consequences!

Fox drops back into the ring to escape the precarious situation up top, and Knight storms back to shove him into the turnbuckle. He rears back and delivers a crushing chop, but the crowd, now electrified by Stevens' unexpected appearance, begins chanting loudly.

"CLYDE! CLYDE! CLYDE! CLYDE!"

Bryan: Cowboys Stadium has come alive! They're doing everything they can to get Fox back into this match!

Yale: There's no way, JB! Stevens saved Clyde's hide, but Knight will finish him off anyway!

Knight delivers another massive chop, hard enough for the sound of hand on chest to pierce the deafening cheers of the crowd. Knight turns and moves to the center of the ring, then takes off full speed. He lowers a shoulder into Clyde's chest, spearing him hard against the turnbuckle.

Bryan: God, Knight is just wearing Clyde out now! Clyde escaped the big move off the top rope, but now Knight is going to punish him for Spitfire's interference!

Yale: Stevens will get his, JB, but Clyde's going to suffer now!

Knight heads back to the center of the ring and charges once more. Another spear is fired, but Clyde flips his body up and Knight's shoulder hits the steel post! The pop grows as Clyde tucks his legs under Knight's arms and rolls through, pinning him firmly to the mat!

Bryan: Wait- COUNTER! FOX HAS HIM!

...1!!!!



...2!!!!!





...A split second before the three count comes, Knight narrowly slips out of the cover. A momentary celebration goes up before the crowd sees Vale holding up a mere two fingers.

Yale: NO! He kicked out! Phew!

Bryan: God, Clyde almost stole it! But Knight escaped!

Knight is quick to return to his feet, and he chases down a retreating Clyde on the far side of the ring. He pulls Clyde up and quickly whips him to the ropes, firing off a back elbow on the rebound. Clyde ducks and springs off the ropes again, and he explodes into Knight with a high cross body! The fans roar as Knight stumbles back, but somehow maintains his balance and maneuvers Clyde into a guerilla press.

Bryan: OH GOD! Clyde with a huge move, but Knight just manhandled him! Clyde's caught!

Yale: This is it, JB! Knight's got him!

Not wasting any time, Knight swings Clyde around to the side, and the crowd gasps as he floats him right into position for a KnightFall! But Clyde keeps floating through, hooking Knight's head and pulling him into a massive DDT! The stadium explodes as Clyde slowly turns him over and drapes an arm across his chest.

Bryan: WHAT A COUNTER!

Yale: Amazing!

Bryan: Clyde just countered the KnightFall into a DDT! Here comes the count! He's got him!

...1!!!



...2!!!!





...Another huge pop follows, but again the crowd is premature. Knight shoots a shoulder up, and for a moment both men lie in pain and exhaustion on the mat.

Bryan: God, Clyde is battling here! He wants this match, and he's showing just how big time he really is!

Yale: No way, JB, he's just getting lucky! That Michael Stevens saved him in a big way!

Bryan: He didn't really affect the match, Dave, he just leveled the playing field! Knight was about to do something well beyond what was necessary, and Stevens made sure Clyde had a chance! And now Clyde's made the opportunity for himself!

"CLYDE! CLYDE! CLYDE!" comes the chant once again as Fox, energized by the crowd, drags himself to the ropes. He crawls out to the apron and stands, dangling from the top rope as Knight begins to rise. Clyde takes a deep breath, and still bleeding and battered stands ready for Knight. The big man finally reaches his feet and staggers about, and Fox launches himself clean to the top rope, where he remains balanced as he measures his target. The crowd gasps in amazement as Clyde finally takes off, delivering another towering high cross body. This time Knight is crushed under the impact, and Clyde hooks a leg for the decisive count!

Bryan: YES!

Yale: Oh my God! Did you see that?!

Bryan: COVER!

...1!!!




....2!!!!!






...And again Knight kicks out.

Yale: YES!

Bryan: LeStatt Knight refuses to die! Clyde absolutely blasted him there, but Knight's not staying down!

Yale: This is Clyde's final test, JB! He's hung in there against the best wrestler in the world, but can he put him away?! Can he keep Knight down?

"CLYDE! CLYDE! CLYDE!" The chant stays alive as Fox finds his final wind and quickly springs to his feet. The fans thunder as Clyde energetically heads back for the top rope. He stands perched at the top turnbuckle and waits patiently as Knight pulls himself together.

Bryan: Clyde has shown astonishing aerial skills tonight! He just seemed to float in the air as he stood on the top rope a moment ago, and now he's going back!

After finally reaching his feet, Knight turns to find Clyde ready to fly again. Knight suddenly launches himself forward, leaping onto the top rope right in front of Clyde before Fox has a chance to react. Knight underhooks Clyde and drops back, delivering a KnightFall off the top rope.

Bryan: COUNTER-- KNIGHTFALL!

Yale: IT'S OVER!

The two fly to the mat, but Knight hits the canvas alone. Clyde flips off the top turnbuckle, and manages to land cleanly on his feet!

Bryan: NO! CLYDE COUNTERED!

Yale: How did he do that?!

Bryan: Clyde flipped right out of the KnightFall and LeStatt hit the mat hard! Clyde's ready!

The fans cry out in jubilation as Clyde watches Knight stand. Knight gets to his knees and Fox moves in, underhooking him tightly and immediately lifting him into a pumphandle DDT.

Bryan: INTO THE FOXHOLE!

An electric cheer follows the incredible finisher, but Knight has a trick of his own. Knight floats over Clyde's back as Clyde is falling to the mat, hooking him around the neck. He lands seated on Clyde's back with his neck twisted horribly, wrenching back as Clyde's legs squirm in agony.

Bryan: OH GOD! Another counter, right into the seated Dragon Sleeper! God, Knight's got him here!

Yale: This is it! YES! IT'S OVER!

Bryan: There's no escaping this move! He's got Clyde pinned down in the center of the ring!

The fans cry out in horror as they watch Knight attempting to separate Clyde's head from his body in the middle of the ring. Clyde fights valiantly, but has no hope of moving under the weight of the powerful form above him.

Bryan: There's nothing Clyde can do here! He's lost too much blood, too much energy, there's no way he can escape! This match is over!

Yale: Thank God! Knight wins!

Clyde grits his teeth and attempts to claw toward the ropes, but Knight barely budges. Vale raises his hand in preparation for the bell, but Clyde refuses to submit. Sensing Clyde's defiance, Knight cinches in his grip even tighter, causing Clyde's body to convulse wildly.

Yale: Ok, time to tap out here, kid!

Bryan: Clyde's still fighting it! He refuses to quit!

Yale: Seriously, time to tap out, kid!

Bryan: God, this is getting ugly! Knight's trying to snap him right in half! But Clyde's not giving up!

Even the crowd, seeing Clyde's agony, begins pleading with him to submit. Yet Clyde continues to fight, even as the circulation to his head slows and he beings to fade.

Bryan: That sleeper is taking effect, Clyde is risking serious brain damage here!

Yale: I can't even make a joke about that! You know Knight isn't going to show any mercy here! Just live to fight another day, Clyde!

Knight finally rears back and pulls as hard as he can, and suddenly Fox goes limp. Vale checks in and immediately calls for the bell. The crowd exhales in relief and disappointment as Knight immediately releases the hold. "O'Fortuna" begins to play ominously again and Knight's hand is raised by a breathless Vale.

Bryan: THANK GOD!

Yale: YES! Knight wins!

Bryan: God, Fox just would not give it up! What a performance!

Andrews: Here is your winner, as a result of referee stoppage. . . LeSTATT KNIGHT!

Bryan: Knight has won, but even he seems amazed by Clyde Fox here! Clyde just battled and clawed through a hellacious match with the most relentless, merciless wrestler in GCW, and refused to submit to him! Clyde wanted more, he wanted to keep fighting! But Knight refused to release him and that was that!

Yale: Even I've got to give it up for Clyde, JB! I didn't think he had it in him to even be competitive in this match, but he just seriously tested LeStatt Knight!

Bryan: Knight is exhausted and in serious pain after Clyde came within inches of winning this match! In the end Knight just had one too many counters, a little too much strength and power for Clyde to overcome! But Cowboys Stadium is letting him hear it!

The GCW medical team is quick to reach the ring to attend to Clyde, but Knight suddenly darts at the ropes, frightening them away. Vale tries to back him up to allow them in, but Knight sneers and Vale flees. The crowd boos angrily as Knight prevents anyone from attending to Fox, who only now begins to twitch.

Yale: Wait, the crew is here to help Clyde, but Knight isn't letting it happen!

Bryan: Oh, come on, haven't you done enough here?! Hasn't he suffered enough?

The medical team at bay, Knight leans against the ropes and watches patiently with a blank stare as Clyde slowly wobbles to his knees. The blood is still flowing down his face, his eyes barely reflecting consciousness, but Fox nevertheless wills himself back to his feet. The crowd sits in a subdued buzz, waiting for Knight to make his move.

Bryan: God, what is he thinking? He's just waiting to pounce again!

Fox stumbles backward, the turnbuckle the only thing able to keep him upright. He sees Knight staring at him from across the ring, and merely puts his fists up and beckons him on. The crowd roars as Clyde dares Knight to attack him, but Knight merely shakes his head and grins.

Yale: God, Knight's laughing at Clyde's attempt at fighting back!

Bryan: Clyde says he wants more! He's not backing down from LeStatt again!

Knight steps forward and the stadium grows hushed again. Fox tenses up, ready to protect himself, but Knight is too fast. He rushes in and grabs hold of Fox... and pats him on the head.

Yale: Wait... what?

Bryan: Knight's congratulating Clyde! I don't believe it!

Yale: Well that was unexpected!

The crowd roars with applause as Fox finally lets down his guard and relaxes. Knight shakes his head again in disbelief and slips out of the ring. The medical crew finally climbs inside, but Fox pushes them away, not needing their help.

Bryan: Knight just wanted to see Clyde stand up on his own! And damnit, he did! Clyde took LeStatt Knight's best beating and he's still standing!

Yale: Wow! Not too many people walk out of the ring after a match with LeStatt Knight, JB!

Bryan: LeStatt Knight is victorious here, but Clyde Fox is getting a huge standing ovation from the Dallas crowd!

The immense stadium roars for Clyde, who looks disappointed but happy to be upright. He watches in confusion as Knight exits up the ramp, never turning to look back.

Bryan: Knight just did his business and left after another amazing NC-17 win, but Clyde is getting the love here! Dave, did you ever imagine you'd see that display of respect from Knight?

Yale: Well, when you think about it, JB, Knight's been respectful of his opponents before and after the bell rings. He respects anyone that can push him to his limits, challenge him in the ring, and there aren't many who can do that. Knight won't show a bit of mercy during a match, and he would have happily broken Clyde in half if he could have, but after the bell sounds he showed Clyde Fox a tremendous amount of respect for giving him a hell of a bout!

Bryan: Wow! What a moment here at NC-17, and an unexpected one to be sure! And what about the role of Michael 'Spitfire' Stevens in all this?

Yale: Who knows what Stevens was thinking, but he definitely extended this match! You can bet if he shows his face around here again that LeStatt Knight will have something to say about it!

Fox finally accepts aid in the form of a towel from a medic to wipe the blood from his face. But he refuses any help in leaving, stepping out of the ring and choosing to walk away on his own.

Bryan: What a sensational match by two amazing wrestlers! LeStatt Knight has won, but Clyde Fox has just removed any doubt about whether or not he's a main event player in GCW.

Yale: Even I'll give it up for him, JB. I don't like it, I still think he's an idiot, but he's a brave idiot who showed a lot of pride. Knight seemed to come into this match wanting to coax out Clyde's full potential, and after that slap in the face Clyde got it going and almost beat him!

Bryan: Clyde initially seemed intimidated by the stage and the opponent, but he wasn't about to be embarrassed by anyone! Clyde really showed the guts and the toughness necessary to get to the next level, and I think you'll see him get there sooner than later.

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Bryan: Well fans, the time has come. We're now ready for the main event of NC-17 Seven, it's the World Heavyweight Title match, and it's the most personal title bout we've seen in years.

Yale: I can't recall any World Title match that had these kinds of emotions involved, JB. This has been a very complicated situation for both Valentine and Murray, but in this match things become real simple: win and you leave the GCW Champion, lose and you're leaving with nothing.

Bryan: Normally I feel like we've got these matches pretty well scouted, Dave, but I have no idea what to say about this, no idea what to expect. These are two of the most talented wrestlers in the history of this business locking up in their primes, but who knows what other factors will influence matters?

Yale: Honestly, JB, I think Murray's in trouble. He's been a wreck, and frankly it's totally unbecoming of a GCW World Champion. This is the big time, the pros, there's no crying in major league baseball. Murray had better get it together, because Vivica J. Valentine isn't going to show a bit of mercy.

Bryan: This isn't just about their personal relationship, folks. This is a major professional rivalry, too. Vivica J. Valentine has always been very proud of the legacy she left in helping to build GCW into the company it is today. But with this title reign, Andy Murray has eclipsed Valentine's World Title records, essentially wiping Valentine's legacy right off the books. Valentine wants to end that reign tonight and start a new one of her own.

Yale: What it boils down to, JB, is that Vivica J. Valentine desperately needs to be GCW World Champion. She needs that belt to hold her fragile psyche together, and she's going to come at Murray with everything she's got.

Bryan: You certainly have been singing a different tune about Valentine since this attitude change of hers. You like her in this match?

Yale: No, I absolutely do not like her, and I never have. But I think showing her true colors will help her in this match. She's embraced her inner violence, JB, and exposed Murray's spinelessness. Like her? No. But I think Murray's a pathetic World Champion and the sooner he loses this belt, the better GCW will be.

Bryan: After all Andy Murray has accomplished, I think it's incredibly disrespectful and flat out indefensible to call him spineless, Dave. But I will admit, the Andy Murray we've seen lately has not been the man that has captured the imagination of these fans. Murray's got to let this situation go and fight. All right, ladies and gentlemen, that's enough talk. It's time to get this match started.

The camera moves high above Cowboys Stadium, looking down at the vast crowd and the impressive big screen floating above the ring. The house lights dim, until all that is left is a single spotlight shining on the center of the ring. Standing in the silver light is Joey Andrews, looking perfectly groomed in his tuxedo, ready with the microphone for the final introductions of the night. The bell slowly tolls three times, signaling the main event and giving rise to a cheer in the stadium.

Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the main event of NC-17! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the GCW World Heavyweight Championship!

A massive pop fills Cowboys Stadium, but it's short lived. "Purity" cues up, and the image of the challenger flashes on the big screen. After months of watching the change, the crowd is unanimous in their expression of fury. After a moment, she appears on the stage. She walks out slowly, a sober, serious look on her face.

Andrews: Introducing first, from Highland Park, Illinois, the challenger... VIVICA J. VALENTINE!

Bryan: There she is! And you can hear just how completely this crowd has turned on Valentine! She used to be their hero, she was the quintessential GCW star! But at some point, things changed. Andy Murray took the helm as the biggest star in GCW, and something inside of Valentine snapped.

Yale: Well, who turned on whom first, JB? Did Valentine turn on the fans? Or did the fans turn on Valentine? Either way, I don't think it matters. This was inevitable, JB. Nobody stays on top forever, JB. Valentine got pushed out of the spot her ego desperately needed to maintain, and now it's come to this.

Bryan: Valentine can get right back to the top in this match though, Dave. It's just such a shame that Valentine couldn't step aside gracefully to give Murray his time in the spotlight. Instead she turned on him, turned on everyone, to try to take it back.

Yale: I just don't know what you people expected, JB. What was Murray thinking? That Valentine would just stay home and cook him dinner while he was out winning title matches? Valentine is unbelievably competitive, and that's what it takes to be great in this business.

Valentine slinks down the ramp, poised and looking ready. She reaches the ring and hops onto the apron, running her hand across the top rope.

Bryan: This is an unusually subdued entrance for Valentine, fans. She's usually all about the fanfare, but tonight she's all about business.

Yale: Which means trouble for Andy Murray...

Valentine slips into the ring and flashes piercing eyes out at the crowd. Her logo, flashed in crimson light, dances on the ring as she walks from corner to corner, looking out with a sense of destiny at the massive stadium. Her music finally fades and the raucous cheers begin even before her opponent is announced.

Bryan: Well, the challenger is here... and these people know who the last man to be introduced tonight will be.

There is a pause, during which the crowd begins to chant.

"MURR-AY! MURR-AY!"

Valentine cringes at the sound of the chant, gritting her teeth angrily. But the focus quickly shifts to the stage when "Rise" by the Cult cues up. Thunderous cheers follow as Andy Murray appears on stage, looking confident but composed.

Andrews: And her opponent, from Aberdeen, Scotland, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is the reigning and defending GCW World Heavyweight Champion. . . ANDY MURRAY!

Bryan: Here he is! Two years ago Andy Murray debuted at NC-17, and in that short amount of time he has built his legend as one of the greatest champions in the history of this company!

Yale: And that's exactly the fact that has been eating at Valentine. She hears them chanting his name instead of hers, and the only way to stop it is to take his belt.

Bryan: That won't stop anything. Andy Murray has earned this reception through months of hard work and honorable conduct. Valentine has made her bed by letting her jealousy get the best of her in refusing to gracefully let Murray have a turn at the top.

Murray, his shirt neatly pressed and the GCW Title Belt glistening brilliantly, takes a slow stride toward the ring, eyeing Valentine carefully. She walks to the center of the ring and folds her arms over her chest, meeting his stare with icy eyes.

Bryan: These two know each other, well, pretty intimately. This is going be a very interesting match on a number of levels. Murray looks confident as always, but what's going on beneath that Championship facade?

Yale: Total panic, JB! Murray's got to know that he's walking into the end of his title reign. Just hand her the belt and make it easier on yourself, Champ.

Murray reaches the ring and slaps hands with a few fans on his way in. This prompts Valentine to lose her cool, barking at Murray and urging him to begin the fight quickly. Murray merely lets her fume, taking his time as he steps to the apron and coolly enters the ropes.

Bryan: Valentine is ready to get it on here, but Murray's going to make her wait. He's the champion and he's not going to let her forget it.

Yale: Yeah, not for long.

Murray finally removes the GCW title belt from around his waist and folds it neatly for Josh Briggs, who is standing nearby. Briggs takes the belt and presents it to the crowd, and cameras flash wildly to capture the calm before the storm. Briggs then passes the belt out of the ring and begins to speak a few words to the competitors.

Bryan: Referee Josh Briggs, the best in the business, making sure this thing goes down the right way.

Yale: There won't be any shenanigans in this match, just a straight up brawl.

Bryan: Both competitors look uncharacteristically reserved. They know each other so well, it's like a poker game. Even the slightest tell could give their opponent the edge.

Briggs looks at each wrestler, then makes his signal. The bell rings, and Briggs steps back from his position in the center of the ring, signaling to the timekeeper that the main event of NC-17 VII is now officially under way. The crowd noise comes to a halt, overpowered by the intense silence as Vivica J. Valentine and Andy Murray stare across the ring at each other, if only momentarily.

Bryan: Can you feel the electricity in that ring? Those two used to love each other, and the closest thing there is to love is hate. I think this is going to get a whole lot uglier than anyone imagined.

Yale: If you call a Scottish oaf getting destroyed by a woman half his size ugly, I'd have to agree with you, JB. Vivica J. Valentine is above feelings. To her, this is about the GCW Heavyweight Championship, and as much as Andy Murray has acted like he was ready to defend the belt, it's a whole lot different now that he's standing across the ring from her.

Bryan: You may be right, Dave, but as much as Andy Murray and Vivica J. Valentine have been through, you can't sell Andy Murray short. He hasn't gotten to where he is today -- the longest reigning GCW Heavyweight Champion -- without a hell of a lot of desire. He's put his blood into that belt, and whether or not he shows it, that title is more of a part of him than he lets on. The GCW Championship is Andy Murray's heart, and a successful defense against Valentine is about the only way he's going to salvage his heart.

Yale: Vivica ripped his heart off once, JB. She'll have no problem doing it again.

The moment ends, and Valentine charges across the ring. The Scottish King of Cool braces himself as Vivice leaps through the air with her fist raised and aimed, but as she closes in, Murray moves out of the way and jogs to the other side of the ring. Valentine catches herself on the second rope, turns to see Murray at a distance and simply steps down. Murray motions for a tie up. Vivica huffs over to him, bluffs the tie-up, and strikes with a sharp kick. Murray dodges back just in time.

Bryan: Murray and Vivica know each other very well. To gain an advantage, one of these competitors is going to have to throw something unexpected into his or her game plan.

Yale: Murray is pussyfooting around.

Bryan: He's understandably hesitant. It's important that he keeps his emotions in check. Though the roles may be reversed in real life, Valentine is the more impulsive in the ring. If Murray loses his cool, he knows that Valentine can hit him out of nowhere.

Yale: I think he knows that despite all she's done to him, he can't just tear into her like she's LeStatt Knight. Vivica can really use that to her advantage.

Murray motions again for the tie-up, and this time Vivica obliges. Surprisingly, Murray doesn't try to overpower his smaller opponent, figuring he'll let Vivica waste some energy trying to move him. Andy Murray stands his ground until Vivica, frustrated, pulls away from the tie-up. She slaps him hard. The sound of palm on cheek reaches the back row.

Bryan: My God!

Murray keeps his stance, his ire starting to bubble as he stares at The Black Mariah, who can't help but smile wickedly. She steps forward, getting right in Murray's face, and her lips start moving. His respond.

Yale: Can you hear what they're saying, JB?

Bryan: Not quite, but I strongly doubt there are any pleasantries being exchanged.

The faces part, but just as Vivica pulls hers back, she lets a wad of spit fly. The champion, shaking with rage, wipes it from his eye and looks at the moisture in his palm. The palm turns into a fist, the fist turns into Vivica's face, and Vivica goes down fast to the canvas. Murray looks down over her, morose. Vivica returns the glare, shaking away the shock before pushing herself quickly to her feet to return the shot. Murray glances it off and swings at Valentine again. She braces for it and stays on her feet, but it disorients her too much to return the blow. Murray swings again. Vivica ducks the punch, and using the Admiral's momentum against him, sends a back hook kick to the back of Murray's head. Andy Murray stumbles forward, catching himself on the ropes as the fans start to come alive!

Bryan: It's going to be non-stop from here on out, and the fans know it!

Yale: Did you see the extension Vivica got on that kick? Andy Murray looks everything but non-stop right now.

Murray takes some time to shake the cobwebs out, and Vivica seizes the opportunity, charging at him with her arm extended for a clothesline. Andy Murray shakes his vision back just in time to identify the blur coming his way. He ducks into a quick back body drop. Vivica retains her balance and lands on the apron, pleased with her acrobatics, but Murray knows Vivica all too well to assume otherwise. He kisses his fist before slamming it hard into Vivica's face. She flies backwards off the apron, skidding into the guard rail.

Yale: I can't believe Andy Murray would hit a woman like that! I wouldn't be surprised if that's the real reason all his relationships go sour.

Bryan: It just eats you up to see better men than you succeed, doesn't it?

Yale: He didn't even think twice about it.

Bryan: In these circumstances, I think it's more than excusable.

Andy Murray is quick down the stairs, and referee Josh Briggs dares not even think about counting on the biggest night of the year. Murray simply scoops Vivica up and rolls her into the ring, where he gets his business done. Murray wastes no time getting back into the ring himself, but takes a second to figure out what to do with Vivica.

Yale: Murray looks like he forgot how to wrestle for a second.

Bryan: Murray doesn't have an incredibly developed ground game, I'll give you that, but he's going to want to keep this one out of the air.

With experience on his side, Murray doesn't have to think incredibly hard to adhere to James Bryan's advice. He drags Vivica closer to the center of the ring and applies one of his favorites, the half-crab. Valentine has no quit in her, but she can't power Murray towards the ropes. The champion cinches the hold on tighter, and the lines on Vivica's face fold just a little bit deeper.

Bryan: This looks like it could end in a stalemate. Murray's got that hold locked in so tight he could keep it on all night long, but I don't see Vivica tapping out tonight.

Yale: Especially since Murray can't quit for her, the same way he cost her a win against LeStatt Knight.

Bryan: Andy Murray was trying to do the right thing.

Still firmly in the center of the ring, Valentine changes strategy, somersaulting head under body like a trapped animal biting off its caught limb. Murray still has hold of one of her legs, and he scrambles to turn her back over into the move. Vivica squirms around, moving in synchronization with Murray to keep from turning, and the second Murray stops to contemplate redirecting his efforts, Valentine pushes off the mat with her hands, using Murray's grip as a fulcrum. Something cracks. It's Valentine's free foot against the side of Andy Murray's head.

Bryan: REPENTANCE! OUT OF NOWHERE!

Yale: This could be over a lot sooner than we thought! Vivica just connected with a home run swing there!

Valentine covers Murray quickly for the pin. Josh Briggs is down to count almost automatically.

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Yale: SHE DID IT!

NO! Briggs signals two, pinching the thumb and forefinger on his other hand to demonstrate that Andy Murray got his shoulder up just in the slimmest margins of time.

Yale: WHAT?

Bryan: Josh Briggs is GCW's best referee. He's been clocked to be able to stop his counts at just over a tenth of a second. That might have been the closest call we've seen, but I trust Josh's judgment on this one.

Yale: This match would've been over if Wrigley was officiating.

Valentine refuses to believe it herself. She springs to her feet and gets in Briggs' face. GCW's head officiator keeps a stone face throughout the protests, until Murray catches her off guard with a schoolboy roll up. Briggs drops down to count.

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Valentine kicks out with strength that matches the still-recovering Scotsman's.

Yale: Not even close. I hope Murray didn't think that would work.

Bryan: I doubt it, but he needed to do something, and it looks like that evened out the momentum.

Both competitors straighten themselves out, and all mind games have gone out the window. They circle each other and Vivica feigns a kick, drawing Murray to lunge in after recoiling. Valentine slips behind Murray and catapults herself off the ropes with a springboard back elbow that catches Murray as he turns back around. He stumbles backwards, bouncing off the ropes, and Vivica gets some air. That's all she gets, though, as Murray hooks the ropes, but a failed attempt at a hurricanrana gracefully becomes a complete backflip, which in turn, not-so-gratefully becomes a running boot to the face. Valentine goes flat on the canvas, and the impact even sends an off-balance Murray down to a knee.

Bryan: It's a good thing GCW's got a great dental plan!

Yale: I hope he doesn't try that half-crab again.

Deciding to work his size advantage, Murray pulls Valentine back up to slam her down with a sambo suplex. He keeps his grip on Valentine and pulls her right back up with him, shifting his arm into position for a more conventional suplex. He lifts Vivica vertical and stalls her there in the air. Never content to give up the edge, even upside down, Vivica shifts her weight, kicking her feet until she can swing her head forward, out of Murray's grip. Where this would have landed a less acrobatic wrestler crashing down on his head, Valentine adjusts -- contorts -- her body to somehow land a hurricanrana that sends Murray across the ring and through the first and second ropes to the outside.

Yale: Did you see that? Vivica J. Valentine is like a bird. An ass kicking bird!

Bryan: I don't think anybody can match Vivica's technique in the air. If she can keep herself in flight, Murray's title reign is in trouble.

Only to outdo herself, Vivica waits for Murray to push off the ground before she ricochets off of the ropes opposite Murray and takes off, clearing the top rope completely with a flipping guillotine that connects with Murray on the outside, but a short pop for the aerial maneuver subsides quickly to a "LET'S GO MUR-RAY" chant. Needless to say, this enrages the challenger.

Bryan: Vivica is yelling at the crowd. That's not going to win her this match.

Yale: They started it, JB.

The rebuttal is short-lived. Vivica returns her attentions to Murray, pulling the larger man up with all her might before whipping him into the steel stairs. Murray's back connects hard against the top portion, sending it sliding off.

Bryan: Murray has a history of back injuries, and he hasn't favored it lately, but Vivica has to have that history on her mind.

Yale: It takes brains to be a champion, which is why Murray's long reign puzzles me. He's got to be using performance enhancing haggis.

Bryan: Performance enhancing haggis? Really, Dave?

Yale: If you have a better explanation, I'd like to hear it.

Bryan: Murray is an exceptional wrestler, and even with all his experience in the ring -- even as champion -- he still becomes better and better each week.

Yale: So . . . no?

Valentine leaps onto the ring apron and walks to the corner towards Andy Murray. She pulls him up by the hair before locking in an inverted front facelock. Vivica twirls her free hand in the air.

Bryan: She's calling for a tornado DDT onto the steel base of the stairs!

Yale: I think she should go after his back. There's nothing in that big goofy head of his to injure.

She leaps off, and the competitors rotate . . . twice as long as Vivica had expected. Murray steels himself and catches her halfway through the turn, resetting Vivica back on the apron after a complete turn. Murray quickly interlocks his fingers and swings an axehandle smash across Vivica's ankles, knocking her to her side on the apron before rolling her under the bottom rope and following suit back into the ring.

Bryan: Murray going back to the legs of Vivica J. Valentine.

Yale: Let's see how long it takes him to run out of moves.

Murray starts his offensive by pulling Vivica's lower body up in the air by her left leg before slamming her back down knee-first. Vivica clutches her knee, rolling around, and Murray doesn't let up, taking the leg back from Vivica and hooking her foot underneath his left arm.

Yale: Back to the half-crab, I guess.

Yale guesses wrong, though. He steadies his free hand underneath Vivica's thigh and, with a mighty heave, performs a hell of an interesting suplex on Vivica, flipping her the opposite way and slamming her knee down again to the mat.

Bryan: What an innovative and brutal maneuver by Andy Murray! He's definitely leaving his comfort zone for this one and throwing some things at Valentine that she hasn't scouted.

With that, Andy Murray looks at Vivica's legs like he's trying to figure out how to assemble Ikea furniture. With some work, he wraps her into a Figure Four Leglock.

Bryan: It looks like Murray even picked up a new submission for this one!

Yale: It seems he spent what little brainpower he had trying to apply that move. He's too close to the ropes.

And Vivica, grimacing in pain from her knee, hugs onto the bottom rope. Referee Josh Briggs breaks the hold nearly immediately, and Andy Murray gets back to his feet as Vivica pulls herself back up using the ropes as a ladder, and then a crutch. Murray stalks behind her before aiming a football tackle towards the back of her effected leg. Vivica's body jolts up in the air, and she lands on her back. Not to be toppled, she immediately begins to pull herself up the ropes again, this time, trying to make her way further towards the corner. She meets the same fate.

Bryan: Murray is using his huge advantage. He knows he's going to have to take Vivica out of the sky, but she lacks the power to change her game against Andy Murray unless she plans on getting more technical.

Getting up a second time, Vivica smiles between winces, hobbling closer to the corner. Murray figures he can play this game all day. He figures wrong. A third football tackle sends Murray crashing into the turnbuckles head first. Vivica basically disappears into thin air, using the top rope as a fulcrum to cartwheel over it onto the apron. As Murray teeters backwards, Vivica grits her teeth and slingshots her body up to springboard off the top rope using only her good leg to push off. She connects with a spinning heel kick!

Yale: Keeping Vivica out of the sky is going to be a lot harder than it looks. Murray's going to have to take out both of her legs.

Bryan: Murray's off to a good start, though. A few more tricks up his proverbial sleeve, and he could be firmly in control of this match.

Yale: It looks more like he just got kicked in the head to me, JB.

Vivica takes the opportunity to recover, crawling to the nearest corner while Murray shakes the cobwebs out. Vivica watches Murray like a hawk, sure to get up a step before he does, but once both competitors are back to their feet, Murray isn't so anxious to charge. He beckons Vivica towards him, trying to get her to wear out her leg in as granular a way as possible. Vivica shakes her head, scowling. She raises a middle finger at Murray. Murray just laughs.

Bryan: Murray knows Valentine is planning something.

Yale: And Valentine knows that Murray's doing the same thing.

Knowing that letting Vivica recover in the corner isn't such a great idea, Murray ups his game, getting just out of swinging distance from Vivica. Vivica lunges with a punch, but Murray steps back, just out of reach. While Murray looks for an opening, Vivica takes a protective swing at every preemptive suggestion Murray's body makes. Then, she figures, if she can't reach him with her fists, she at least knows how to make him tick without them. Another wad of spit flies towards Murray, glancing his cheek and spattering onto his chest.

Bryan: She's done it now!

Yale: Murray angry! Murray smash!

The beast activates in Andy Murray, and he lunges into the corner, smashing Vivica with a shoulderblock so quickly and fiercely, she's unable to put her counteroffensive into action. Murray whips her across the ring towards the opposite turnbuckles, but with her knee still ginger, Valentine faceplants in the center of the ring. Before Murray is on her, she scurries away and rolls to the outside. Murray gives chase, baseball sliding out. Vivica looks back, limping away, but Murray is surprisingly faster with the work he's done on Viv's knee. Feeling the Scotsman approaching, however, Vivica sidesteps and connects with a perfectly timed drop toe hold that sends Andy Murray's face straight into the previously exposed base section of the steel stairs. Murray collides hard, and Vivica springs back to her feet.

Bryan: Oh my God!

Yale: Come on, it's not like Murray could get any uglier.

Back on her feet, Vivica points to her knee and laughs before demonstrating a perfect backflip.

Bryan: She was playing possum all along!

Yale: That is just brilliant!

Vivica then returns to Murray, pulling him up by the hair. As she lifts his face, it's clear that a wound has ripped on Murray's forehead.

Bryan: That is a deep cut on Murray's forehead!

Vivica uses all her strength to usher Murray back into the ring. She follows after him and drags him into position, parallel from the corner. Valentine hoists herself up the turnbuckle and signals for the finish. She leaps forward, flips backward, flips backward again, and lands.

Yale: Second City Air Raid! This is it!

Bryan: Vivica's been looking to end this one since the bell rang!

Referee Josh Briggs drops down to count.

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Bryan: Not yet!

Andy Murray, bloodied and instinctive, thrusts his shoulder up into the air. Valentine gets to her knees and slams her hands against the mat before standing up, angrier. She sends her boots down hard, stomping on Murray's face. His blood stains the toe.

Yale: Murray might have kicked out there, but he might pass out soon from blood loss!

Bryan: I'd hate to see it end like that, but I wouldn't be surprised if Murr picks up the pace here to prevent that from happening.

Now it's Murray who's crawling towards the corner, resisting Valentine's stomps. She relents, if only to straddle Murray's crawling body to leap in the air and drive her knee into the back of his head, slamming it back down into the canvas. Satisfied with how that worked, she nails a second and then points towards the sky.

Yale: Vivica's going up!

Vivica uses the ropes to push off and gets massive air, zeroing in from the sky on the back of Murray's head. She tucks her knees back, their points driving for a deathblow. However, just as she avoided Murray's third tackle, the bloodied Scot rolls out of the way, leaving VJV little time to adjust for her crash landing.

Bryan: Murray moved! Vivica just landed hard on both her knees!

Yale: I hope she's acting.

Bryan: I don't think so, Dave.

Without Murray watching, Vivica rolls on her back in pain, clutching both her knees into her chest. Murray tries to wipe the blood from his eyes and figure out what's going on. He sees Vivica down on the canvas and carefully approaches, wary that she's bluffing again. Once initial tests satisfy him, he pulls Vivica back up to her feet, and drags her towards the corner. She does her best not to limp, but despite her efforts, Murray still slams her head into the turnbuckle before hoisting her up to a seated position on the top rope.

Bryan: I'm wondering if Murray knows how weak Vivica's legs are right now. She did a good job of muscling it out.

Yale: I could fill an ocean with things Murray doesn't know.

Murray climbs up with Vivica, whose weak punches aren't enough to deter him. He pins her arms behind her, hooking his through them before leaping back and slamming her into the canvas with a top rope double underhook suplex!

Bryan: Regadless, I think Murray can sense that it's time to break out the big moves!

Yale: Even if Vivica can hide the pain in her knees for now, I don't think she can pretend that didn't hurt. Her best bet is to wait for Murray to make another mistake.

Bryan: Neither of these competitors are prone to those in usual circumstances, but this is the biggest match of their careers, and the fact that they're fighting each other after such an emotional roller coaster makes it tough for them to execute in the ring as expertly as they have!

Murray rolls over for the pin.

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Yale: YES!

Vivica kicks out, still plenty of spirit left in her. Murray doesn't relent, he pulls her back to her feet and follows up with a Northern Lights Suplex! He bridges for the pin!

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Vivica kicks out even earlier, and Murray reassesses. He pulls Vivica back up to her feet again and quickly locks in the Celtic Crossface! His height advantage is so great that Vivica's feet dangle as she's completely lifted in the air.

Bryan: Celtic Crossface! Murray's going to see if he can wear Vivica down.

Yale: But you know Vivica is too proud to submit. If she can hang on long enough, she can get her legs back.

And hang on she does, for as long as she can until Josh Briggs notices a glaze forming over her eyes. He lifts her free arm, but it flops back to her side.

Bryan: Vivica might be out, Dave!

Yale: She's just pretending.

Briggs lifts it a second time. The arm falls again.

Bryan: Look at her eyes! I'd be surprised if she could fake a glare that glassy.

Yale: She's probably used to fooling Murray with faking things, if you know what I mean.

Bryan: I don't.

The audience isn't fooled, but they still let out a collective groan when the third attempt leads to a revitalized Valentine raising her shaking arm. Murray tries to quash her momentum by flipping her up into a flapjack. The attempt is unsuccessful, a recharged Valentine flips her lower body forward, flooring Murray with a front dropkick that evens up the action once again.

Yale: I think she's getting past the soreness in those knees. The adrenaline is kicking in!

Bryan: This match has been so back and forth. I thought Murray had the advantage, but things could swing back. We're about fifteen minutes in, and it's still anybody's game! That's just how well these two know one another!

Not wanting to push off her legs, Vivica drops down and scissors her legs around Murray's neck. Her strong legs squeeze the blood out of him faster, and Murray is soon struggling for oxygen, his face going whiter in the few places it's not stained with blood.

Yale: She's like a juicer!

Bryan: But Murray's not one to tap out, either! Just because he's amiable doesn't mean he ain't one of the toughest sons of guns on the roster.

This time, Briggs drops down to check on Murray, who is fading fast. Always more obvious than his opponent, Josh Briggs raises his arm once. It falls fast.

Yale: Now that's what I call unconscious. This is just a formality.

Bryan: Murray may not win any Oscars this year, but he's got one thing that Vivica doesn't have anymore.

"ANDY MUR-RAY! ANDY MUR-RAY"

The fans grow louder and louder, prompting Vivica to clamp her muscular legs tighter around Andy Murray's neck. She's seething.

"ANDY MUR-RAY! ANDY MUR-RAY!"

His hand goes down again. The Dallas crowd, over 100,00 strong must not be loud enough.

"ANDY MUR-RAY! ANDY MUR-RAY!"

Then the top comes off. On Briggs' third attempt, Murray's arm reaches for the sky; starts pounding on the mat in time with the chanting. Then he powers his way up, Vivica's legs still around his neck until with herculean strength, he pries them off. Vivica slides down in front of him. Murray's boot catches her quick in the stomach, and BANG!

Bryan: Quick DDT by Andy Murray! Vivica bounced right back to her feet.

But she isn't aware she's standing now, and she doesn't stand for long because Murray lifts her vertical. The noise of the crowd is deafening. Flashbulbs pop off at her, the artificial light almost blinding, and when it dies away, Andy Murray completes the Highland Hangover '08.

Yale: NO!

Bryan: YES! HIGHLAND HANGOVER!

The pin.

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TWO!

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Bryan: ANDY MURRAY DEFENDS HIS TITLE!

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KICKOUT!

Yale: PHEW!

Bryan: WHAT? VIVICA KICKS OUT!

Andy Murray can't believe it either. Josh Briggs can't even believe it. Murray paces around, wondering what move to make next. He decides on waiting.

Yale: Here's the big mistake!

Bryan: Murray's ready to pounce, but maybe waiting isn't a good idea!

In time, Vivica pushes herself up, making it to her feet, turning towards Andy Murray as he approaches fast, just past her, before reaching back and snapping her neck downward.

Bryan: HEX BREAKER! MURRAY'S GOING FOR ANOTHER PIN!

Yale: DAMMIT!

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And this time, it's elementary.

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But this is NC-17.

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And it defies all logic.

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Vivica kicks out again. The crowd goes wild, not all with cheers or boos, but with a noise in-between, that's just loud with disbelief.

Bryan: VIVICA J. VALENTINE WILL NOT STAY DOWN.

Yale: Andy Murray's throwing everything he has at Vivica, and it's not enough.

Bryan: Maybe not everything!

Andy Murray slings Vivica's wearily protesting body over his shoulder. He walks her towards the turnbuckle and steadies her as he hoists himself into a sitting position on the top rope. He grabs Vivica in one arm and pulls her up, her dazed body climbing the ropes as her tired muscles fail to struggle. Murray leans over Vivica and wraps his arms back around her waist in a gutwrench. He lifts her up for a powerbomb, and shakily, very shakily, he stands on the top rope.

Bryan: Murray is looking to go for a super top rope powerbomb right here!

Yale: They're both going to fall!

And as Yale stands up from his chair, his prediction looks more and more like it's going to come true. Vivica is throwing weak bats at Murray's forehead. Murray tries to keep balance, but Vivica feels the momentum shift. Her body falls back into the ring, almost landing her on her feet, but she can't keep balance. Murray goes straight down, his crown jewels smashing into the turnbuckle.

Yale: It looks like there won't be any more little Andy Murray's running around!

Murray breathes hard, his eyes wide open through a crimson mask as he watches Vivica stirring back to her feet in the middle of the ring. He tries to dislodge himself, raising up to step over the top rope and get back into the ring, but he's too late. Vivica leaps up for Shock and Awe, her legs wrapping for a hurricanrana around Murray's neck without so much as even touching the ropes.

Bryan: How did Vivica leap that high? After all she's been through!

Yale: She's a champion, JB . . . or she will be momentarily.

But Murray doesn't flip. His hands block Vivica's legs from ever touching his neck, just in the nick of time, and he pushes her forward . . . forward and up. Vivica Valentine has to be at least 15 feet high right now, and her body is splayed out parallel with the ring below.

Bryan: HOLY SH-

YALE: IT'S NOT FAIR!

Bryan and Yale both react to Murray, rocketing over the top rope, thrusting a fist into the air. He hits a super Shutthefuckuppercut. Both stars descend to the ground slowly. Murray drapes an arm over Valentine.

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The crowd is going wild. They can feel everything culminating.

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Bryan: Will he get a three count?

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Yale: Kick out! Vivica! Dammit! Kick out!

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Three.

The bell rings. The crowd does not relent, it only grows wilder, more appreciative.

Bryan: ANDY MURRAY IS STILL THE GCW CHAMPION!

Yale: I can't believe this, JB!

The earsplitting reaction follows as the utterly spent GCW Champion slumps to the mat and moves his hands to his face. Briggs steps in and thrusts one of those hands into the air, and the GCW Title belt reappears on the apron.

Andrews: Here is your winner, and STILL GCW World Heavyweight Champion. . .ANDY MURRAY!

Bryan: Vivica J. Valentine gave it her all, and for a while, I thought nothing would keep her down. The fans are letting her know, no matter what she's said to them over the past couple of months, they still respect her performance!

Yale: That was a sensational match, JB! These fans are just happy to have seen such an epic back and forth battle!

Murray slowly gets to his knees, his eyes meeting the title belt again. He clutches it tight to his chest, soaking in the adulation of the crowd.

Bryan: Andy Murray may have exorcised some demons with this bout! He proved he's strong enough to meet any challenge, even one as emotionally charged as this.

Yale: Enjoy that belt while you can, Andy Murray. Someone will take it from you eventually!

Murray slowly gets to his feet, and Briggs helps him replace the belt around his waist. He carefully snaps it into place and Murray offers Briggs a thankful pat on the head. Briggs raises his arm again, sending up another incredible cheer.

Bryan: There he is! STILL GCW Champion, Andy Murray!

Yale: Uh, oh, but look who's up!

As the jubilant celebration rages, Murray spies Valentine on her knees in the corner. Sucking air with hair matted on her face, Valentine reluctantly stands to face the music. Murray's theme fades out as the two exchange a weary look.

Bryan: Valentine's up and she's being forced to watch Murray's party in the ring... I don't know, guys...

But the reaction only increases, and the fans let both wrestlers hear it for the incredible performance. Valentine looks around with wonder as Murray simply shrugs, seeming to open the door for Valentine to step forward.

Bryan: This crowd is really letting them hear it! They want to see Valentine and Murray make amends here!

Yale: I don't know, JB, Valentine doesn't look all that receptive!

Indeed, Valentine merely sneers and drops out of the ring. She storms away, earning disappointed boos from the fans.

Bryan: Aww, see that? She had her shot and she didn't want it. She wants their love but she wants it to be unconditional!

Yale: Whatever, JB. She may have fallen short tonight but she's still got the edge she's always needed! Good for her!

As Valentine exits, Murray's music cues back up. Murray simply flashes a disaffected grin; he's finished with the trouble and now content to celebrate his victory. Fireworks begin to explode overhead in celebration as Murray poses for the crowd.

Bryan: Well, Andy Murray is still GCW Champion! He will live to defend it again! Ladies and gentlemen, we're out of time from NC-17! For David Yale and all of Global Championship Wrestling, this is James Bryan saying Good Night From Dallas!!!

NC-17 fades to a close with Andy Murray perched on the turnbuckle, still atop GCW with the title belt around his waist.....

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