WorldWide 31

Duluth Entertainment Center | Duluth, Minnesota | November 06 2005



The lights dim in the arena, and the Minneapolis crowd begins to buzz. The GCW logo flashes across the MegaTron as Wake Up by Rage Against The Machine begins to play. The WorldWide intro bursts onto the screen, and is capped with a tremendous explosion of pyro! The crowd erupts as the fireworks continue to explode, tearing across the arena. The cameras fly over the screaming crowd, zooming in on signs reading "SPITTY’S BACK" and "Chrissy-Poo = God" The cameras continue to fly as the words "Minneapolis, Minnesota" appear on screen, and "Do the Evolution" hits and the fans begin to boo as Toxic makes his way to the ring with a smug grin on his face.

Bryan: Welcome to WorldWide here in Minneapolis, fans, and we’re getting started right away with the appearance of Toxic!

Yale: He’s BAAACK!!!

Bryan: I’m James Bryan alongside David Yale here at WorldWide, and we’re kicking things off with the man who revealed himself as The Marauder’s attacker at Devil’s Night! Toxic defeated The Marauder in that match, but we got a lasting image as The Marauder lay beaten and bleeding, but screaming for more!

Yale: I know, this is a really personal rivalry, and I get the feeling Lexicon won’t let it go without another fight!

Toxic gets to the ring, but instead walks around and grabs Joey Andrews by his shirt collar. He shoves the ring announcer down and begins shouting at him fiercely.

Bryan: And look at this bully! He could’ve possibly ended Marauder’s career last Sunday, and now he’s out here shoving poor Joey Andrews around.

Yale: It sure is great to have him back!

Toxic finishes tearing into Andrews and then turns around and stalks back up the ramp to the back as his music fades out.

Yale: That was strange.

Bryan: Well nobody really knows how Toxic thinks.

Andrews climbs into the ring just as "Do the Evolution" hits again. Toxic appears again and heads towards the ring.

Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, please rise and welcome back to GCW Worldwide, after four LONG months…a former World Champion…the future of Global Championship Wrestling…TOXIC!!!

The fans erupt in boos after this announcement. Toxic simply smiles and waves at the fans.

Bryan: And this is completely ridiculous! This ego-maniac is ju- SIT DOWN DAVE!!!

Yale: I’m just giving the man the respect he deserves.

Toxic gets in the ring and snatches the mic away from Andrews as the music dies down.

Toxic: Thank-you Joey for that wonderful introduction. If I didn’t know better I’d say someone put you up to it.

The fans begin to boo again.

Toxic: Really, you’re too kind.

Bryan: He is so full of himself.

Yale: It’s called confidence J.B.

Toxic: Yes pilgrims, the man is back in town! The big boss man and shirts upstairs couldn’t keep me away forever. And since I wrestled this past weekend, you know what that means…I’M BACK!

The fans continue to boo.

Toxic: Now while I can’t say I really missed you guys, looking around this company right now I’m pretty damn sure you missed me. I’ve been watching this horrible circus act for the last four months and all I can think is…somebody *bleep*ed up good!

Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!

Toxic: No, no…Stevens should be out here shortly, save your breath.

Bryan: Same old Toxic.

Toxic: Now I’m sure you all saw what I did to Marauder last Sunday, because…well let’s face it, it’s not like you people have anything better to do. I mean this place is about as dreary as the Vikings’ season.

The crowd erupts in jeers.

Bryan: That’s not called for.

Yale: Well you know he’s right.

Toxic: And I guess family boat trips are off the schedule for a little while.

More boos.

Toxic: But let’s get back on topic for a moment. So after I completely dominated that poor sap I headed to the airport. And you’ll never guess what question the cab driver, the check-in girl, and every damn person in between asked…Why? Why did you attack Marauder? He never did anything to you. Why did you kidnap Eva? Why this, why that? WHY! WHY! WHY! Ohhhh mercy!

Toxic grins again and chuckles to himself.

Toxic: Well let me set the record straight then. You all want know why? Because I got tired of watching that bleeding heart traipse around every damn arena, like he actually belonged there. Because he represented my way back in, a weak link! And he made it so damn easy!

Bryan: This man has no conscience.

Toxic: That man represents everything wrong with this company. He represents every reason that I needed to come back!

Toxic takes a quick breath and smiles at the crowd.

Toxic: And after all the attacks, all the torment and all the torture. After all that rage built up inside of for a whole month, what did it get him? A grade-A ass-kicking at the hands of yours truly!

The crowd boos again as Toxic steps back and bows. "Victory" hits and the fans go nuts as Marauder limps out onto the stage with a mic in hand.

Bryan: And it’s about time somebody got out here and cut off this nonsense.

Yale: You’d think Toxic would be the last person Marauder would want to see at this point.

The music dies down as Toxic stands grinning at Marauder, who is preparing to speak.

Marauder: Wipe that stupid smirk off your face!

The fans cheer wildly. Toxic’s grin slowly but surely disappears.

Marauder: You know I stood back there and listened to your garbage for just about as long as any normal person could stand.

Toxic: You know this is my damn homecoming! So unless you’ve got something important to say, why don’t you just limp your gimpy ass to the back and enjoy the rest of the show.

Yale: Yeah! He’s ruining a special moment.

Marauder: Well, if that’s the way you’re going to be, I’ll get right to the point. I want my rematch.

The fans cheer again.

Toxic: Why? You can’t even walk! Look at you.

Marauder: It’s really a simple yes or no answer. What’s it gonna be?

Toxic: Well let me just think for a moment…mmm…no.

The crowd jeers immediately.

Marauder: Well let me put it this way. You’ve humiliated me for a month and you’ve harmed the closest person to me in this company. One way or another I’m getting my rematch!

Toxic: What’s the matter with you? Don’t speak English? No hablas ingles? N-O…NO!!!

Marauder: Well I don’t know about the rest of these people but it seems to me that you’re a little scared.

Crowd: PUSSY! PUSSY! PUSSY!

Toxic scoffs at him.

Toxic: I’ll be honest with you, if you think that then you might have a few more problems than just that mask. Now I’m going to put it to you straight, everyone and their mothers watched me cripple your ass on Pay-per View last Sunday. I don’t have anything to prove to you or any of these other dipshits.

Marauder: Well I do have something to prove.

Toxic: Sounds like a personal problem buddy…just like that knee of yours.

The crowd boos at the cheap shot.

Marauder: Well then let me give you fair warning now. Until you give me my rematch, consider me your personal shadow!

Marauder drops the mic and "Victory" hits again as he turns and heads to the back.

Bryan: And Marauder has let Toxic know he’s in his crosshairs! This is an explosive situation, and hopefully security will do a better job of containing those two!

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Ricky is standing in his locker room looking around not taking much notice of the details. He is more or less quick glancing everything as if looking for something in particular. He moves across the room to his bag and rummages through it then stands upright as if stricken by a sudden idea. He heads towards the door when it swings opens and reveals Michael Stevens standing there. Ricky stares at him briefly not saying a word

Stevens holds in one hand a six pack, and in the other a couple bottles of water. A huge smile on his face he immediately takes a step forward throwing his arms around Ricky. Holding the hug only a second he steps back.

Stevens: Ricky! Come on man it's celebration time, I'm number one contender again, and I pulled the biggest prank EVER on that Anne Rice knock off Lestatt!

Ricky: Yeah congratulations.Yo managed to lie to everyone in GCW including your friends.

Ricky takes a step back into the lockerrom as Stevens passes him heading in

Stevens shrugs off Ricky's statement finding himself a seat he sets down his six pack and tosses Ricky one of the bottles of water. Ricky just watches it fly through the air, until it bounces off his chest. Stevens cocks his head for a moment, but quickly shrugs and pulls himself off a beer and cracks it open taking a huge gulp.

Stevens: What's wrong buddy? It's party time right? Tell me that wasn't a great prank.

Ricky reaches down and picks up the bottle of water and stares at it, then tosses it back at Stevens.

Ricky: Still buyin shit water I see. Party time? I wouldn’t go that far.

Stevens: Oh, I see. You're upset cause I didn't get your favorite brand. Sorry buddy that water is hard to find.

Ricky: No biggie...

Ricky sits down opposite Stevens and starts to speak several times before finally muttering the words.

Ricky: Why the "prank"?

Stevens: I had to man, you know that. They said I was too hurt to wrestle until I got doctor's clearance, that coulda taken a month, I wasn't going to lose my spot, especially not when that ass hole LeStatt was still running around.

So I had to shake things up a little bit, and besides the look on his face was more than worth all the people laughing at me.

Ricky: Worth more then your friends not knowing if they can trust you anymore?

Ricky slings the question at a blindsided Stevens as he gets to his feet

Stevens takes another slug off his beer, killing it. He crushes the can and tosses it onto the table while standing up.

Stevens: Hey, buddy you know you can trust me, come on. It's not like I didn't come to you immediately. Seriously who was the first guy I came and saw when I put those dumbass bandages on? Who was the guy I asked for advice? Who was the guy I trusted enough to protect my ass while I had to wrestle like a retard?

Ricky: It was the same guy you lied too. You know how I feel about that. You broke a trust that we shared, a trust that took years of building. I lost a friend when you were out on medical, I found a new friend in Ripey, and now have lost that too. What I have managed to find out however is that someone I thought was a friend cant really be trusted.

Stevens: Christ Ricky don't be so melodramatic. I couldn't have told you even if I wanted to, no one could know. You understand that right?

Ricky heads over to his locker and grabs a bottle of his water from the shelf. He takes a huge drink of it as he glances over at Stevens.

Ricky: Oh yeah, I understand all right...

Stevens: Good, then lets toss this bullshit drama, have some fun before our match, kick a little ass, then find some chicks and have a real good time. Come on Ricky, it's party night.

Ricky I never thought I would be the one asking if you ever take anything serious. Not like this is a blow through match tonight. Maybe you should try focusing on that.

Stevens: Please, it's you and me, the dream team right? Plus we've got an undefeated beast on our side. And all we've got to do is take out a geriatric, and some guy I buried a few nights ago. What's so hard about that?

Ricky shrugs off Stevens answer and refuses to reply to him. He glances at him from across the room several times remaining silent. Stevens watches Ricky's movement, revelation dawning in his eyes.

Stevens: Oh, I get it. You're just a little jealous that I'm the one on top. Look Ricky I understand, believe me I do. But you've got all the talent and ability you'll be up there soon enough. I mean hell you're in the main event tonight right? There's nothing to be jealous about at all.

Ricky is stunned by what he has just heard.

Ricky: Jealous?! Are you fuckin kiddin me? Who do you think you are? You been here longer then I have and earned more then me but goddamnit, you have NOTHING for me to be jealous of. Your a liar, and I don take that lightly Shane!

Ricky pauses at what he just said...

Stevens: Shane? Ricky, I think there's something more going on here than you're letting on. Look ok, maybe the jealousy crack was a little out of line. You're just confusing the hell outta me buddy. This SHOULD be a time for celebration, and you're upset. I don't get it man.

Ricky: Shane... *Ricky stops to clear his head* Look my brother lied to me some years back, and I dont take lightly to people lying to me understood?

Stevens: It wasn't a lie it was just a joke Rick. Come on man, forgot about all that stuff, it's in the past right?

Ricky: There's a lot of shit I should leave in my past...

Ricky kind of leave an edge to his voice and he stares at Stevens.

Stevens: Right then, lets do it. We'll go through our match, and then we'll have some fun after right?

Sketchy Visionz: Ricky: Sure...I suppose.

Stevens cracks open another beer for himself, and takes a big gulp, the huge smile returning to his face.

Stevens: Awesome lets do it then.

Stevens plops back down in the chair and finishes off another beer, pulling off two more he offers one to Ricky.

Stevens: I know you don't really drink, but come one, celebrate.

Ricky extends a hand and takes the beer. He then grabs Stevens hand pulling him to his feet.

Ricky: Mike, I want you to promise me something. That you will NEVER lie to me again. If you do, our friendship is done.

Stevens: Dude, I didn't realize you took it so seriously. Yeah sure you know we're bros.

Ricky: Bros eh? Then you will understand this...

Ricky notices the puzzled look on Stevens face, as he draws back and slugs him without hesitation.

Ricky : NEVER lie to me again...

Stevens rubs his jaw for a moment, a small little smirk on his face.

Stevens: Alright, you get ONE. Cause I probably deserved that. Next time though, I’ll break your arm…buddy.

Ricky grins a bit as he tosses an arm around Stevens shoulder.

Ricky: Lets go find Almasey

Stevens: Works for me, but there's someone I've gotta talk to first, cool? I'll meet up with you later, and I think I was able to pick up some incentive for Almasy.

Ricky: Incentive?

Stevens: Yeah.

Ricky: What’s this incentive? Water? Cold delicious water...?

Stevens: Can't tell you buddy, it's a secret.

Stevens then hooks Ricky into a side headlock, before giving him a wicked noogie.

Stevens: Just kidding bro, I'll tell ya...

Scene fades.

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"Trophies…"

With a towel draped over his head, Jayce Bradley sits in the middle of an empty locker room. The bench that runs the length of the room has a few towels tossed onto it’s wooden surface, along with a duffel bag that rests at Bradley’s side. A duffel bag that he seems to be staring at quite intently.

"People hang on to these items that represent the accomplishments of their past, as if they somehow hold the key to their futures. When in reality, it is just a silly way to hold on to something that you will probably never do again."

Jayce reaches into the bag, pulls a golden object out from within and holds it in front of himself. He stares at it for a bit, as a sneer forms on the edges of his lips.

"It’s funny the way people react to having these worthless trophies, these petty attempts to holding onto one’s past, destroyed without a bit of remorse."

Jayce lifts the golden object up into the light, and raises his head to get a better look at it. The light shines down on it, reflecting off of the surface and illuminating the twisted features on Bradley’s face. By the way, the object in question just happens to be a piece of the trophy that was destroyed a few weeks ago in Varsity’s locker room.

"I don’t think anyone could understand the pleasure I got, as I watched Alex’s eyes welling up with tears. The pain he must have felt, as he saw one of the things he valued most."

"Ruined."

Jayce tossed the trinket across the room, the sound of metal hitting metal bringing a smile to his face as the broken trophy smashed against one of the locker doors.

"I know you had great expectations when you got here, Alex, but just like your room…and just like that precious trophy of yours. Your big splash here is going to be ruined. Everything that you ever hoped to accomplish here will be destroyed by these two hands."

Jayce holds his hands out in front of him, carefully examining the palm and back of his hand as he speaks.

"Everything that you thought was just going to be handed to you, Winters, will be ruined…"

Jayce stands up, tossing the towel that was draped over his head aside as he makes his way toward the door of the locker room.

"And it begins now."

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‘White America’ by Eminem plays and the crowd responds with jeers. Jayce Bradley steps out onto the entrance ramp and makes his way to the ring.

Bryan: This match puts two of the GCW’s newest recruits against each other. And here comes Jayce Bradley.

Yale: I’ve got this guy to win… He’s looking good.

Bryan: I dunno, we’ll see. His competition, Varsity, looks to have a bright future as well.

‘Not Listening’ by Papa Roach hits the sound system and the crowd cheers. Varsity trots out onto the ramp and raises his fists. He then jogs down to the ring.

Bryan: And there he is. It’s going to be Varsity against Jayce Bradley here tonight, and both men are looking to get some attention their way.

Yale: Right, from the fans AND from the GCW… You can be sure that each of these guys would love a shot at the Television OR Cruiserweight title sometime in the future.

With both men in the ring, the bell sounds and the match begins. The two wrestlers circle each other, sizing one another up. After a few moments, they lunge in at each other and lock it up. Varsity quickly takes Bradley down with a snap mare. Varsity sends a stiff kick into Jayce’s back. The sound of Varsity’s leg hitting Bradley’s back echoes through the arena. Bradley gets to his base and Varsity lands a punch on him. Varsity whips Jayce into the ropes.

Bryan: Varsity taking control early on…

Jayce comes back and counters Varisty with a flying head scissors take down!

Yale: Nice move! Nice!

Bryan: Both these men are very similar… both weigh about the same amount. Both are new and exciting additions to the GCW cruiserweight division.

Jayce Bradley stands and readies himself for Varsity. Varsity gets up and Jayce is right there with a flipping dropkick that puts Varsity right back down. Jayce runs off the ropes as Varsity gets to his feet. Jayce careens into Varsity with a clothesline that sends Varsity toppling over the ropes and to the outside! Jayce Bradley sizes Varsity up on the outside and takes a few steps back. Jayce charges at the ropes and launches himself over them! He hits Varsity with a twisting body press on the outside!

Bryan: What a move!

Yale: YES! HE CONNECTED!

Bryan: And THAT is exactly why the GCW cruiserweight division is one of the most exciting things in professional wrestling today!

Both men lay on the outside. Jayce slowly gets up first, followed by Varsity moments later. Senior referee Timothy Vale has begun a 20 count. As both men get to their feet, Bradley grabs Varsity by the head and rifles a punch into him. Jayce goes for another, but Varsity blocks it and sends a stiff hook right back at Jayce! He slugs Bradley in the mouth… and he does it again! And again! And again! Jayce staggers backwards. Varsity picks Jayce up and hits a knee breaker. Bradley limps backwards in pain, holding his leg. Varsity climbs up to the apron. Varsity jumps off the apron, catches Bradley by the head, and using his full momentum, drives Jayce Bradley’s head into the steel ring steps with a swinging DDT off the apron!

Yale: MY GOD!

Bryan: Jayce Bradley has just been decimated by that swinging DDT!

Timothy Vale’s count reaches 18 before Varsity finally rolls the limp body of Jayce Bradley into the ring. Varsity climbs up to the top rope and executes a picture perfect moonsault onto Jayce Bradley! Varsity hooks a leg and Vale makes the count…

One…

Two…

Thr—NO!

Jayce somehow kicks out!

Yale: Whoa! Bradley broke the pinfall! I am impressed!

Bryan: Right, but how much more punishment like that can someone physically take? Not much I’m guessing. Varsity has this match in the bag if he keeps dishing it out like that…

Varsity pulls Jayce Bradley up to his feet. Varsity whips Bradley into the ropes and pulls out his lucky coin. Varsity does the Heads or Tails and flips the coin into the air. Varsity catches the coin and goes for the punch—NO! Jayce Bradley reaches him and kicks him in crotch!

Bryan: OOOO!!

Yale: THAT’S GOTTA HURT!

Varsity collapses to the canvass. Timothy Vale gets in Jayce’s face and warns him sternly not to pull anything like that again, or he will be disqualified.

Bryan: I’m surprised Timothy Vale isn’t throwing this entire match out and awarding it to Varsity after that!

Yale: He’s giving Bradley one chance and one chance alone!

Bryan: That move totally backfired on Varsity that time…

Yale: Because it’s stupid.

Bryan: He has an image to uphold and fans to please.

Yale: I guess having children later in life just isn’t in his plans then, or what?

Jayce Bradley fires a few quick stomps in on Varsity while he’s down. Bradley then lifts him up and executes a pump-handle suplex. Jayce Bradley then climbs to the top rope and executes a frog splash! Jayce hooks a leg!


One…

Two…


Kickout.

Bryan: No! Varsity still has some fight in him!

Bradley takes Varsity’s head and slams into the canvass over and over. Timothy Vale counts to four and breaks it up. Jayce Bradley stands up and helps his opponent up as well. Varsity is looking groggy and Bradley whips him into the ropes. Varsity returns and is nailed with a spinning wheel kick from his adversary. Bradley pops right back up and waits for Varsity to get to his feet. Slowly but surely, Varsity stumbles up to his base. Jayce bounces off the ropes and charges in at Varsity. Varsity, however, comes out of nowhere and drills Jayce with the Interception!

Bryan: He countered! The Interception!

The crowd pops. Varsity stands and looks down on the prone Bradley. Varsity points to the audience and charges at the turnbuckle. Varsity runs up the corner and leaps backwards with his finisher, The Touchdown!

Bryan: TOUCHDOWN!

Varsity flies through the air… AND CRASHES TO EARTH AS JAYCE BRADLEY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!

Bryan: HE MISSED!

Yale: THAT SLY FOX! BRADLEY MOVED!

Varsity lays destroyed in the middle of the ring after missing that risky maneuver. Bradley staggers to this feet and pull Varsity up by the waist band. Jayce Bradley hits The Dawning to stun Varsity… though he was already in pretty bad shape. Jayce Bradley then executes the Final Resolution!

Yale: THE FINAL RESOLUTION!

Bryan: Oh man!

Jayce Bradley rolls Varsity up and Timothy Vale hits the canvass… Jayce Bradley uses the ropes for leverage with his legs!

Bryan: THAT’S CHEATING!

One…

Two…

THREE!!

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The camera fades into the backstage area where 'The Violence' Vince Jones is seen sitting on a tabletop with his head hung low, moping around in shame of the current slump he's been in lately. All of a sudden Ricky Thunder spots Vince sitting on the tabletop alone and just shakes his head as he approaches him.

Ricky Thunder: Well, well, well. If it isn't 'The Violence' Vince Jones. Why the long face big fella?

Vince Jones looks up at him and remains silent.

Ricky Thunder: I see. Cat's got your tongue tonight; but, things can't be that bad for you. You've got an awesome agent like that Reno guy representing you. You've got that hottie Jasmine to hang around with. You're even in the main event tonight. Like I said, things couldn't be that bad, Vince.

Ricky looks down at the tabletop.

Ricky Thunder: Mind if I take a seat?

Vince Jones just turns towards Ricky in silence and just lowers his head once again muttering to himself under his breath.

Ricky Thunder: Well, don't mind if I do.

Ricky Thunder hops up on the tabletop, reaches in his jacket, and whips out a nice, brand new bottle of water and tosses it to Vince. Vince looks down at the bottle of water in confusion.

Ricky Thunder: Go ahead, Vince. Pop the top and take a sip. That bottle's on me. Might cool you off a bit, make you feel a lil better.

Vince Jones looks down at the bottle and then up at Ricky Thunder in suspicion.

Ricky Thunder: C'mon now. Go ahead. Its just water...

Vince finally opens the bottle of water and takes a quick sip.

Ricky Thunder: See, now that wasn't so bad. You didn't grow a second head, no hair loss, just heavenly, thirst quenching goodness in a bottle.

Vince just shakes his head as he takes another quick gulp from the bottle.

Ricky Thunder; Now you never told me what the problem is, Vince. Why are you so down? Is it the slump you're in right now? Is that it?

Vince Jones takes another quick gulp of the water and lowers his head. Ricky Thunder notices Vince's demeanor and pats him on the back.

Ricky Thunder: There, there. Its nothing to be ashamed of. I'd feel down in the dumps if I were you too. I mean you entered GCW talking big. You had high expectations. You talked about how you were gonna walk all over everybody in the GCW locker room and how you were gonna "silence" us all. A few weeks go by and now you're here sitting on a table with a record of 0 and 3 thinking to yourself "Man, I suck. I really, really suck."

Vince Jones begins to snarl at the words of Ricky and mutter to himself. Ricky Thunder shakes his head.

Ricky Thunder: Yeah. I know. Its pretty rough. I mean if I had to go back to my crib in the hood and look at the mirror every night knowing that I was a total loser I'd feel bad too. I mean, how do you cope with something like that? Can anyone really cope with knowing that they've really got nothing going for their self at all? Just thinking about that makes me feel fortunate to know that I'm not a loser like you.

Vince Jones takes in a deep breath at those words and Ricky Thunder notices Vince's demeanor.

Ricky Thunder: Oops. Sorry about that. I didn't mean it like that. I'm not trying to call you a loser. I mean I would say you're a winner and all; but well you just can't win. Maybe loser isn't the right word for you. How about 'Victoriously Challenged' if that makes any sense?

The tension begins to build in Vince as he takes another quick gulp of the water.

Ricky Thunder: Well, if it makes you feel any better, Vince, I apologize for being the guy that got this whole losing streak of yours started in the first place. I mean if I hadn't kicked your ass like I did in our debut there's no telling where you might be right now. Shit happens, I guess. I feel fortunate though. I mean you've had it rough ever since you set foot in GCW. Aside from all the losses, you got jumped by that Donny Diamond guy and stuffed in a casket in a grave in the middle of nowhere. Now I know that had to have sucked. If I got beat over the head while trying to get a date I guess I'd be down in the dumps too. I bet you didn't even get a chance to get her number, did you? (shakes fist in anger) Damn cockblockers!!! I feel your pain, Vince. I feel your pain.

Ricky pauses in recollection for a moment as Vince Jones takes another sip from the bottle of water nearly crushing it between his hands in the midst of his frustration.

Ricky Thunder: Actually, I guess I can't relate to that one, never been stuffed in a casket before and I usually get the hottie's number. Look here’s the deal man…all kidding aside. You saw the incident with Stevens at Devil’s Night…hell the whole world saw it. He’s not my best friend at the moment, and I am simply looking for someone to call a friend, ya know…

Vince slams the empty water bottle down on the table and leaps to his feet, standing nose to nose with Ricky.

Vince: You come in here and insult me by jokin about my losses? Who the hell do you think you are…

Ricky: Look…I have said my bit, and you …

Vince: Shut up! Shut the hell up! Ricky tonight, you will be opposite me in that ring, and if you remember out last encounter, though you got the win, you also took the beating. Tonight will be no different…now get the hell out of my locker room I have shit to deal with.

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Right before the TV Title match a camera goes backstage to where we find now former GCW Tag Team Champion Joshua Curtis sitting in hsi locker room doing some reading. What he’s reading is unknown at the moment but when he hears a knock at the door, so he puts his book down and hollers out to the person behind the door.

Joshua Curtis: ENTER!

The person does so and it’s revealed that Sally Ford is behind the door. As she enters the room Joshua can't help but smile as the young lady whom looks to be about 26 years old(but who's counting) enters the room and begins to speak...

Sally Ford: Mind if I sit down?

Joshua, being the gentlemen that he is, scoots over on the bench and allows the woman to have a seat next to him before he moves slightly so that she can see his face and he can see hers and when she looks into his eyes she begins to speak...

Sally Ford: I got some questions for you that some of the fans want to know the answers to...think you can answer them?

Joshua: Fire away m'lady.

Sally Ford: First question: Why Global Championship Wrestling?

Joshua Curtis: Talent. This fed has what a lot of other feds don't and that's wrestlers that work hard and an owner whom wants to see them all succeed not just certain wrestlers like I've seen elsewhere.

Sally Ford: Name some of the wrestlers you've watched while here.

Joshua Curtis: Well I know people think when Ami and I were done our tag matches we left BUT I had an interest in watching LeStatt Knight, Seymour Almasy and Michael Stevens. I have a feeling those wrestlers I can learn something from to get to where I need to be.

Sally Ford: World Champion correct?

Joshua Curtis: Of course! If you don't want to be the top dog in a fed you don't need to be in the business. Sorry for saying it like that but its the truth.

Sally Ford: Oh I understand completely but you DO understand that when the tag division got shut down that means that you now start from the bottom right?

Joshua Curtis: This I know and I look forward to showing the fans what I can do as a singles competitor against the likes of those I've mentioned and plenty others.

Sally Ford: Ok now to something kind of serious. Last week you came out to the ring and told everyone on a national PPV broadcast that you were gay correct?

Joshua Curtis: That is correct. To answer your next question as to why I did it its really quite simple: Wrestlers come and wrestlers go, gimmicks come and gimmicks go but I'm not a walking gimmick. My nicknames I used were gimmicks but I am me and I'm not changing that for any wrestler on the roster here.

Sally Ford: Did you think the fans needed to know?

Joshua Curtis: Kind of.. its like this ok? If you see someone walk out to the ring dressed as the opposite gender you'd think there was something "wrong" with them wouldn't you?

Sally Ford: Not really. I got a kick out of it two weeks ago and wondered if you did that kind of thing often..do you?

Joshua Curtis: Laughs Sorry Sally that was a "one time only" and I mean it!

Sally Ford: Oh poo!

Joshua Curtis: Do you think the fans would want to meet "her" again?

As Joshua asks that question the fans explode into a roar of approval and Sally grins before speaking again...

Sally Ford: Good answer?

Joshua Curtis: Shocked VERY!

Sally Ford: You earned a following here with Ami as a member of "The Bloodlines" tag team and I can't wait to see you in the ring soon in singles competition...Looks over at the book behind Joshua on the bench by the way Joshua what book are you reading?

Joshua Curtis: Oh this? This is a "Graphic Novel" about two guys that are a couple and it actually makes me cry a little bit.

Sally Ford: Why's that?

Joshua Curtis: Well the one guy was supposed to become the best kendo master in the world but a car accident forced him into early retirement and I don't think I could stand to see someone have to give up a dream.

Sally Ford: Its why you keep fighting huh?

Joshua Curtis: Mmm hmm. I'd show some of the book to the audience but if I did we'd shoot the rating for this show through the roof to the point where the only place we'd be aired is on the same network as PRIME!

Crowd laughs at the comment as does Sally before she asks the next question

Sally Ford: When do we get to see Zack again?

Joshua Curtis: Glad you asked! Next week that darling of a man will come stand in my corner when I have my singles debut.

Sally Ford: I look forward to it and these interviews again. I'll see you next week ok?

Joshua Curtis: Smiling You know I'll be here...Au Revoir Ms. Ford!

Sally Ford: Please Joshua just call me Sally.

Joshua Curtis: Laughs Sorry force of habit. Au Revoir Sally.

Sally Ford: Good Night Joshua

And with that Sally gets up and walks out of the room which leaves Joshua alone in the room again left to read his book and get back to "The Good Stuff".

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The fans begin to shower the arena with boos as "O'Fortuna" begins screaming down from the speaker system. A few moments go by before World Champion, LeStatt Knight appears on stage, world title draped on his shoulder. He is wearing his hair tied back neatly for once, a half unbuttoned white dress shirt lurks underneath his black dress coat and black dress slacks finish off the outfit. A genuine smile is plastered on the champion's face as he walks down the ramp, basking in the boos that are coming from every direction. Calmly he walks up the steel steps and climbs between the middle ropes and into the ring. Knight whistles for a microphone to be thrown to him in the middle of the ring, and the bell boy quickly does as he is told. "O'Fortuna" dies out but the boos do not. Knight chuckles for a moment until they do finally die down, and Knight places the microphone to his lips.

LeStatt: So you all really do love the champ? ( the boos heighten momentarily but die back down. ) It's alright amigos, I really don't like any of you either. Tonight is not about you though, as a matter of fact tonight isn't even about ... well ... TONIGHT. Now allow me to explain. You see I want to talk about next week's World Wide. Sure most people will not know that it is a special day but let me be the first to let everyone know that Thursday November 10th is a day that should be cherished by any and everyone affiliated with GCW, ESPECIALLY Steven Caldera.

(The fans mumble amongst each other trying to understand his meaning.)

You see, on that day ... approximately twenty five years ago, in Mexico City, YOUR World Heavyweight Champion was born onto this Earth. (boos rain down once more) Yes It is LeStatt Knight's twenty-fifth birthday. I am sure you are all wondering, "So what is it that is going to happen next week?" Well this is the fun part GCW, because to celebrate the greatest World Champion that GCW has ever known, next Thursday I have ...

Before Knight can continue he's cut off by the opening chords of "I Want To Conquer The World" and the fans come to their feet cheering for the familiar music. Knight chuckles slightly and shakes his head, as Michael Stevens appears in the entrance way, a smirk on his face as he looks out towards the crowd. He heads down towards the ring a microphone in his hand. He slaps hands with a few fans on the way down before sliding into the ring.

Stevens: Knight, word of advice. No buddy gives a flying crap what you have to say.

Knight lifts a hand up as if to signal for Stevens to stop and back up. LeStatt stretches a bit, obviously in mock gestures before putting the microphone to his lips again.

LeStatt: Wait a minute Stevens, this time I was prepared for THIS! (LeStatt opens his jacket up and bigs inside of the inside pockets before pulling out a couple things. Then he reaches in the normal pockets of the jacket and out comes a multi colored wig. Knight nods slightly then extends one hand out to give Stevens the items. ) That’s A big red nose, a messed up wig, a make-up stick, and a cassette tape ... now you can do what you do best, be a clown and dance for these (censor)ing people, since we all know you aren't worth a DAMN inside of the ring! (Knight now drops all of the items at Steven's feet, his smile disappearing and those icy blue eyes digging into Stevens)

Stevens: Tired of ripping off Anne Rice? Decide to rip me off now? It doesn't matter anyway, I'm sick of the games LeStatt. You and I could go back and forth here all night, I mean obviously I'd come out looking better but that's nothing new. (Stevens chuckles slightly, smiling a bit as the crowd cheers. Waiting for them to fall silent his smile fades back into a scowl.) Knight, ever since Dangerous Games, you've done nothing but make my life a living hell. You're responsible for taking away everything I ever cared about. And now it's time for some payback. It's not about jokes, it's not about pranks, it's about hurting you Knight. I don't care about your title, I care about your blood, on my hands.

Without saying another word, Stevens charges forward catching Knight completely by surprise with a spear tackle. Spitfire mounts Knight driving in hard shots with the microphone to the champs skull as the fan's cheer wildly. Knight at first moves to block the attack but finally throws Stevens off and begins laying in some shots of his own. Stevens takes the punishment almost with a smile waiting for an opening until he's able to latch onto one of Knight's arms and rolling over into a Reverse Fujiwara armbar. The crowd explodes as Stevens cranks back on the hold, and a swarm of security and officials come pouring out of the back.

Stevens: I'm GONNA (CENSORED)-ING BREAK YOUR ARM!

The officials pour into the ring begging for Stevens to break the hold as Knight squirms in pain. Finally giving up the talking approach several of them hook arms around Stevens, and after a moment they're finally able to pull him off as the crowd begins to boo. Lestatt immediately rolls out of the ring, snatching the microphone as he goes looking much more ruffled than when he first came out with hair flowing wildly, and his coat a little torn. Knight reaches the ramp and turns his back to the ring, placing his hands on his hips obviously a bit pissed off. He calms down and slowly turns around a smile forming on his face.

Knight: Alright Stevens you want to play dirty do you? You want to try and come into MY DOMAIN!? (Knight tries extending his arm to point at the ring but he flinches and brings his arm back, pain obviously shooting up it from the Armbar. He grimaces for just a moment and lets his smile come back) NEXT WEEK! To celebrate my Birthday I have gained TOTAL CREATIVE CONTROL over World Wide! Matches, segments, promos, referees, you name it ... I CONTROL IT! This gives me the perfect time to name a few of the matches for next week. STEVENS! You will be a curtain jerker like you deserve to be! Michael Stevens will face Jayce Bradley, Vince Jones, and Sam Wolack in a Gaunlet Match!

Inside the ring Stevens struggles to get out from underneath the press of officals but he just can't get free, nearly foaming at the mouth trying to get at Knight.

Stevens: IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO?

Knight: SHUT UP! I am not finished yet! (The fans boo more) The Main Event will put YOU Michael Stevens along side Ricky Thunder and The Marauder against Toxic, Johnny Borealis, AND Mike Savige in an elimination style match up. (LeStatt smiles now and lowers the microphone for just a second to let it sink in before picking it up again.) And Mikey? I AM the special guest referee.

Stevens: Too afraid to come at me yourself? COWARD!

LeStatt: Good Luck Mikey ... you'll need it.

With that LeStatt turns his back and disappears behind the curtains leaving Stevens in the ring, highly upset. Stevens finally pushes himself up from under the press, pushing the officials back a bit. Looking towards the ramp he spits on the floor and starts heading back himself.

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Superstar’ by Saliva hits the sound system. Ehren Moore steps out from backstage to a chorus of boos. Moore stomps down to the ring.

Bryan: And here comes Ehren Moore. He’s a relative newcomer to the GCW and won his first match against Jayce Bradley.

Yale: Who just beat Varsity in a close one… these new guys are really turning it up a notch.

Bryan: Yes, the Television title division is extremely competitive.

The music changes and we heard ‘I’ll Tumble 4 Ya’ by Culture Club plays over the arena speakers. Chrissy-Poo steps out onto the walkway, accompanied by a moderate pop from the crowd. Chrissy-Poo does a little dance, and then makes his way down to the ring.

Bryan: There’s Chrissy-Poo, coming off a huge match at Devil’s Night.

Yale: He eliminated Bryan Mayhem… It was a sham!

Bryan: In the Buried Alive match, the 160 pound Chrissy eliminated the monster, Bryan Mayhem!

Yale: But he needed to use a damn shovel to do it… it was hardly fair.

With both men in the ring, the bell is rung. Chrissy-Poo circles the larger Moore. They lock up and Ehren tosses Poo down on his baskside. Chrissy gets back up and dusts himself off. They lock it up again, but this time Chrissy throws Moore down with a wrist lock. Ehren pops right back up and Chrissy fires into Moore with a dropkick.

Bryan: Chrissy-Poo starts things off with some offense…

Chrissy-Poo runs off the ropes and leaps into Ehren Moore with a diving clothesline, dropping Moore again. Chrissy-Poo leaps into the air and hits a standing senton. Chrissy-Poo hooks a leg. Hal Jenkins counts…


One…

Only a one count. Ehren Moore presses Chrissy-Poo into the air and gets up.

Yale: HA! It’s going to take a lot more than that, Poo-boy.

Chrissy-Poo runs towards Moore. Poo runs up the ropes and onto the top turnbuckle. Chrissy launches himself at Ehren with a crossbody block. But Ehren Moore catches him! Moore connects with a powerslam that rocks the ring!

Bryan: Ouch!

Yale: Now THAT was powerful.

Ehren Moore gets up and stands over Chrissy’s prone body. Moore lays into Poo with a number of stomps. Ehren grabs a handful of Chrissy-Poo’s hair and drags him up to his feet. Moore fires off a couple right hands into Poo’s face. Moore irish whips Chrissy into the ropes and catches him on the return and nails Poo with a spinning spinebuster. Ehren Moore hooks a leg.

One…

Two…

Nope! Chrissy Poo kicks out.

Yale: Damn it! Stay down!

Bryan: I’m wondering how much the Buried Alive match at Devil’s Night has taken out of Chrissy-Poo.

Yale: I’m wondering how Bryan Mayhem is going to whoop the crap out of him for screwing him out of the title shot against Knight.

Ehren Moore rips Chrissy back up to his feet. Moore tosses Chrissy into the corner. Poo’s body slams into the turnbuckle. Moore charges in at him and slams into Chrissy with a running elbow smash. Chrissy looks dazed. Moore chops the hell out of Poo’s chest. Ehren Moore grabs Chrissy’s homemade Queensryche shirt and rips it off! Moore tosses the shirt into the crowd and starts laying into Poo with some wicked chops that echo through the arena.

Bryan: Now that is just uncalled for!

Yale: HA! Queensryche sucks. Thank you, Ehren… thank you.

Moore lands on last chop. Chrissy-Poo’s chest is bright red. Moore picks up Poo and sets him up on the top turnbuckle. Ehren Moore climbs up to the top as well. Ehren grabs Poo and hits a Belly to belly suplex off the top rope! Chrissy-Poo lays in the ring, destroyed.

Bryan: WOW! WHAT A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!

Yale: NICE! NOW GET THE PIN!

Ehren Moore sits up in the ring and smiles. He crawls over to Chrissy-Poo and hooks a leg. Jenkins makes the count…

One…

Two…

Thr—NO!

Chrissy-Poo somehow gets his shoulder up!

Yale: Impossible!

Bryan: He held his own at Devil’s Night and he’s not done yet. I’m not surprised that that didn’t finish Chrissy off!

Ehren Moore looks pissed and slaps the canvass in frustration. Moore gets to his feet and sends a boot into Chrissy’s stomach. Moore then pulls Poo up to his feet. Ehren Moore heabutts Chrissy, then sends him into the ropes. Chrissy Poo counters off the ropes and connects with an ezuguiri!

Bryan: Counter! He countered Moore!

Ehren Moore gets right back up to his feet. Chrissy lands a right hook into Moore’s face. Chrissy-Poo hops up onto the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a double axe handle smash. Ehren Moore ducks around Chrissy as he comes down and gets him in a rear waist lock. Ehren Moore executes a German suplex and holds it for a pin!


One…


Two…

No! Chrissy-Poo kicks out!

Yale: Gah, so close.

Ehren Moore stands up and puts his hands on his waist. He quickly thinks of what to hit Chrissy with next. Poo slowly staggers up to his feet. Moore turns and nails Poo with a European uppercut that drapes Chrissy over the ropes. Moore whips Chrissy into the opposite ropes and Poo is launched back at him. Moore goes to grab Poo, but Chrissy slides between Moore’s legs and rolls to the outside.

Yale: GAH! That coward!

Chrissy-Poo reaches into his shorts and pulls something out.

Bryan: What’s he got there?

Chrissy-Poo holds up the ‘X’ mask! The crowd cheers.

Yale: That’s that stupid X mask that Sma Wolack used to wear…

Chrissy-Poo slips on the mask and poses after he has it on. Ehren Moore reaches down to the outside from inside the ring and snatches up Chrissy-Poo. Moore pulls him up on the apron. Ehren Moore executes a snap suplex from over the ropes but Chrissy-Poo does a flip in mid air, and lands on his feet! Ehren Moore can’t believe it as he turns to Poo. Chrissy-Poo kicks Moore in the gut, doubling him over. Chrissy-Poo goes for the F-Poo! However… He simply racks Ehren in the gonads with his head as he fails to hit the Death Valley Driver. Ehren Moore slouches over as he holds his naughty parts. Chrissy-X quickly runs up to the top rope.

Yale: Disqualify him! He just did a low blow! That’s illegal!

Chrissy-Poo, standing perched on the top rope, crosses him forearms, signaling to the crowd with an ‘X’. Chrissy-Poo then leaps off the top rope and catches Ehren Moore with a facebuster, Poo’s signature Acid Drop! Chrissy-Poo hooks a leg and Hal Jenkins hits the canvass.

One…

Two…

THREE!

Bryan: That’s it! That’s it! A great victory by Chrissy-Poo here tonight! And he looks like he’s on fire after that Buried Alive match, even though he himself was put under!

-=The lights flicker on and off=-

Bryan: What the...

Yale: We forget to pay the electric bill?

-=Thunder begins to rattle, as a picture of an old man praying fills the skin, a loud voice booms

Come on God, answer me. Why are all the innocent dead and the guilty still alive? Where is justice, where is punishment? Or have you already answered me, here is justice.....here is punishment..

-=Strobe lights fill the arena as a heavy guitar riff plays.=-

Bryan: We got company, but who the hell is it?

Yale: Whoever it is, they made Chrissy soil his drawers, look at him hes scared to death.

-=Chrissy stands in the ring motionless, but with the fear of death on his face. Drums hit and than theres a loud explosion. Standing at the top of the ramp is a giant man. Dark spiked hair, long trenchcoat and he’s holding a GCW title.=-

Bryan: Who the hell is that?

Yale: OH MY GOD! Look at the face, that's Bryan Mayhem!!

-=The crowd figures it out too and erupts.=-

Bryan: Oh my! I can't hear myself think! This place has gone ballistic for Mayhem. He's changed though, no face paint chopped hair.

-=Mayhem stares at Chrissy as he walks down to the ring. He gets in the ring, rips his coat off, and exposes the chest tattoo, it says O'Neil.=-

Bryan: O'Neil, that's what happened. That's Bryan O'Neil and listen to this crowd! Get out of there Chrissy!

-=Chrissy in total shock does not move. Bryan creeps up and grabs him by the throat, and lifts him in the air. He holds him there, walks towards the ropes and chokeslams him onto the concrete.=-

Bryan: Oh my! did you hear that thud! Chrissy has got to be hurt. O'Neil is asking for the mic.

O'Neil: I woke up in a hospital yesterday, and had no clue how to get there. A doctor explained everything to me, and now you Chrissy-Poo have a death wish coming! I walk in this building today and find out I have a match tonight. So whoever this chump is, better get his ass out here now, so I can snap your neck, and than beat the shit out of that man.

-=He points at Chrissy as the crowd erupts again.=-

Bryan: My God! Bryan… O’Neil has destroyed Chrissy-Poo!

Yale: He didn’t like being buried! And something has apparently snapped inside him!

Bryan: Wait a minute! Here comes Bronx Maloney! This newcomer has told me many a time backstage that he wants to look out for the little guys, and I guess he’s going to try to help out Chrissy-Poo! He’s slated for a TV title shot tonight! I guess we’re going to see it right now!

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Bryan: And here we are...with one hell of a match. Or at least the match from Hell.

Yale: The Lunatic has been on a tear for a while now. First, he ends Jake Summers' career. Then he shows us all that 'The Machine' is a man just like anybody else, and he takes his title. And then, it took everyone teaming up against him to put him down at Devil's Night. Something that I think Chrissy-Poo especially will pay in spades for. And now you think Bronx Maloney can do anything to stop him? Especially now that he’s taken the name O’Neil again?!

Bryan: Perhaps not. But maybe we'll see something great out of this young kid.

Maloney, having stopped at Chrissy’s side, sees O’Neil coming and slides into the ring. O’Neil goes between the ropes and the bell for the match rings and Maloney comes right in, fists blazing. He lands a few punches to O’Neil's head, which temporarily dazes the big man. A kick to the gut almost seems to give pause to O’Neil.

Bryan: Looks like 'Bronx' Maloney got his blood pumped for this match.

Maloney lands a knee to the gut, and then a double axe handle. O’Neil goes down to one knee and Maloney runs to the far ropes. He's running back, looking to land a clothesline, but Bryan O’Neil has prepared himself. O’Neil's hand slaps Maloney right on the throat and 'Bronx's eyes go extremely wide and his tongue shoots out of his mouth. Foamingly angry, O’Neil squeezes a bit on Maloney's neck and lifts the much smaller man up with one arm. He then brings him down with all his force and rocks the ring with a huge chokeslam that he follows through with and holds on to.

Yale: Lord in Heaven! Save that unbeliever from the destruction that is Bryan O’Neil!

Bryan: Jesus! 'Bronx' Maloney came into this match with fire under his ass, and now he's been snuffed!

Maloney seems to be moving weakly to get O’Neil off of his neck, but O’Neil has resorted to an all-out chokehold and referee Timothy Vale begins the five count to get O’Neil off.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5!

At five, Bryan O’Neil only seems to tighten his grip and let out a terrible howl that causes Timothy Vale to back off.

Bryan: And...this is the bad part.

Yale: This is what happens, JB! You can't cage an animal like Bryan O’Neil! You can't tell him to stop once he's started.

Bryan: For God's sake, this match is over. Someone get him off 'Bronx' Maloney.

Timothy Vale tries one more time to get the TV Champ off of Maloney. Unsuccessful, he calls for the bell.

Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen...the referee has thrown out this match. Bryan O’Neil is STILL your TV Champion.

We can almost not hear the last part, the booing is so enormous. O’Neil finally lets go of an unmoving 'Bronx' Maloney and accepts the hatred of the people as though it feeds something very dark within his soul.

Bryan: Good Lord! Bryan May- err, O’Neil has destroyed Bronx Maloney AND Chrissy-Poo tonight! Let’s get the hell out of here, I can’t watch this any more!

Yale: This guy’s lost it, JB! If I were Chrissy-Poo, I’d stay the hell away from this guy from now on!

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In the back area Kevin Jacobs comes on camera, slowly turning a corner. He appears to be nervous as he walks down the hallway like a police officer doing a raid. He keeps his back towards the wall as he slides down the hallway until he stops at a locker room. The camera follows his gaze to read the locker room which reads "LeStatt Knight & Typhoid Mary". Boos echo through the arena before the camera follows back to Jacob's face. He moves forwards and appears to be ready to knock on the door but suddenly stops himself and rethinks his strategy. Jacobs lifts his hand again as if to knock but chickens out, obviously remembering the last time. Its almost as if he is trying to psyche himself up and goes to knock on the door again but it flies open, causing Jacobs to let out a stifled scream and jumps back. The boos grow intense as LeStatt Knight stands before Jacobs, staring him down with those intense blues of his. Jacobs forces a smile.

Kevin: Le-LeStatt is Mary here?

LeStatt just looks at him in a disgusted fashion before spitting at Jacob's feet and just walking away from him, heading down the hallway. Jacobs watches Knight walk down the hall and disappear around a corner, he turns his head and leaps in terror once more as Typhoid Mary is standing right in front of him.

TM: Holaa.

Mary tilts her head to the side and her brow wrinkles in a quizzical manor.

TM: You was here last time, you interupted Mary's (she seems like shes doing math in her head) ..er..fourth preperation orgasm damnit!

Mary tugs a slashed up cheerleader half top down over her bust then goes over to the bench to pull on her combat boots.

TM: So whats crackapoppin?

Jacobs straightens himself out and shakes his head. Taking a step closer he puts a smile back on his face.

Kevin: Well Mary, since I was unsuccessful last week I was wondering if you wouldn't mind answering a few questions? Since you have came in GCW the world has gotten to know very little about you. Would you mind?

Mary looks up.

TM: Nope, Mary don't mind, askies away seenor.

Kevin: Alright Mary first question is this. What are your goals for GCW? Obviously many people's ultimate goal is to gain the World Championship but for the immediate future are there any titles or personal goals you have set for yourself?

Mary looks up and her brow furrows.

TM: Hmm...thatsa toughie. See outside the ring Mary knows exactly what she wants, what she's always wanted but inside the ring well things is changing. Back in the begining she just wannid to have fun and kick ass then she wannid to win stuff and kick ass and she did and then things got different and blurry and lines got crossed and broken and cut and mixed up and turned into smoothies. So now, now Mary's thinking she just wants to get back to kicking ass and having fun. Titles is coolio too, but hell, titles dont give head so they aint the be all and ass up of it all.

Mary grins and pulls her wild raven curls into two loose pig tails on either side of her head. Jacobs slowly pulls the microphone back to him, but he doesn’t say anything right away as he looks like he is piecing together what Mary has just told him. He forces a chuckle and then speaks.

Kevin: Well I think I am understanding Mary ... um ... next topic of course is LeStatt Knight, the GCW World Heavyweight Champion. When you first arrived it seemed all you were, were business associates especially because to most in GCW it was clear Knight was courting Eva. What exactly is the relationship between you two?

Mary throws her head back and laughs then it snaps back and she goes thoughtful and contemplative. She rests her ankle up on her other knee giving Jacobs a dangerous view of her undergarments, what there is of them.

TM: Statty is Mary's statty bear, her love hose, her man thruster, her moon and stars, her rice and black eye peas, her Eric B and Rakim, her...well you get the drift.
Mary knew all about Easy thinking she had Mary's man meat. The silly rabbit. But that's business and what Mary and Knightie have is the other one. So what was the question again?....Oh yea, what they relationship is? You wouldnt unnerstand, no one does.

Kevin again looks very confused, maybe even a bit flustered because he isn't getting the answers he wants. Even if he was, he wouldn't understand them completely. He brings the microphone to his lips once more.

Kevin: Well Mary there are those that have said that when you came back you ruined a good budding relationship between Eva and Knight, and that you are using Knight's fame now to try to launch your own career. How true would you call this assessment?

Mary's head tilts to the side again in dangerous contemplation.

TM: Who says that Jakey? Hmm? People?...

She slides down off her seat and onto the floor.

TM: Do you say that Jakey? Is that what you think?

Her voice is calm as she crawls across the floor to Jacobs feet. She rises to her knees and rests her chin on Jacob's left knee.

TM: You smell like Christmas cologne Jakey. Trees are christmassy ya know. Tree sap too, tree sap is like blood Jakey, that's what they bleed.

Mary sits back on her knees and smiles.

TM: You know Mary has seen more blood in her years than most doctors see in a lifetime. Aint that wild? (She smiles) People you say? Pfftt, people need to mind they bidniss and watch they freaking ass mouths with all that shiznit they talking. How can you destroy what never existed huh? People think poor old Easy is the big bad victim here, well she aint, not by a long shot, rest assured it could be arranged though. And Mary riding Stattys fame? Hehe... Thats crazy pill talk. Mary got better things of his to be riding damnit. Sides, Mary's had her time with the shining and not the bleedin elevators neither although rum was involved, but whuddent red..err...where was we...oh yea, so no Mary aint riding shit. All Mary's real fans, the Ty-sons and the Ty-daughters out there know the dilly ho.

Jacobs looks even more confused than ever and he looks from left to right quickly.

Kevin: Well um ... Yeah ... Thank you for your time Mary. I wish you luck and tell LeStatt I say hello.

Mary looks confused and gets up.

TM: That's it? Mary hopes you dont do everythin that fast Jakey.

She offers her hand for him to shake and he hesitates before taking it and giving a nervous smile. Mary grips his hand with buisness man firmness and smiles up threw her dark lashes at him from huge doe eyes.

TM: You're all right Jakey, you got ballsy questions, Mary likes that. Take care of em now. Your balls not ya questions that is. Accidents do happen.

She smiles and lets him go.

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The camera heads backstage to find Toxic relaxing in his locker room. Suddenly, Eva Van Lorne bursts in screaming in German.

Toxic: Whoa…whoa…take it easy sweetheart. You forget your mellow yellows again?

Toxic smirks smugly.

Eva: Don't you tell me to calm down you piece of shit!

Toxic: Now that’s not how roommates talk to each other.

Eva: * snorts* Kidnapping does not equal roommate. Where the hell do you get off dragging ME into your squabble with Lex?

Toxic grins again.

Toxic: Well if I remember correctly I don't think I was the one trying to get off.

Eva freezes.

Eva: Excuse me? What the hell are you going on about? Get off? You need some serious help, Toxic.

Toxic: And if I remember correctly you were about to help me.

Eva: (clenching her fist) Not even in the next lifetime would I EVER help you to get off.

Toxic chuckles to himself.

Toxic: Oh c'mon. The ropes were only on half the time...and you were the one asking for them!

Eva growls and raises her hand to smack him hard across the face.

Toxic: I almost forgot you liked it rough.

Eva: You are lying! You had me drugged that entire time! As if I would EVER give YOU the satisfaction of touching me in way like that.

Toxic gives her mock puppy-dog eyes.

Toxic: Aw baby, there's no need to put on a show for the cameras...I'm sure Lex will understand.

Eva: (backing up while shaking her head) It is no act. I would never. I wouldn't...I....you...There is simply no way I would.

Toxic leers forwards.

Toxic: What's that? Is that…uncertainty I hear on quivering on your tongue?

Eva shakes her head as if to clear it trying to remember.

Eva: I was drugged. There is no way.

Toxic: Who are you trying to convince here?

Eva shoots a withering glance at him.

Eva: I KNOW I didn’t do it.

Toxic: (Shrugging his shoulders) Well I suppose if you know...I mean there's no way you could be mistaken could you?

Without giving him a chance to react her fist exploded towards his face.

Eva: No...I am not mistaken and you will do well to remember that.

Toxic: (Wiping a small trickle of blood from his lip) Hmmm...well you know what they say about the indignant ones...

Eva lifts her chin.

Eva: Stay away from me…and stay away from Marauder or you will regret ever crossing my path.

Toxic: (Ignoring her) Uh-oh I think you better run along now...it sounds like Marauder's gotten into the cupboard beneath the sink again...and you know what that means.

Toxic smirks again. Eva delivers a final smack to his face and shoves him out of her way.

Eva: This isn't over Toxic… You know what I want.

Toxic: Oh, you want more, do you?

Eva: You know exactly what I’m talking about.

Toxic: Are you gonna beg next?

Eva: He's not like you, he's not a coward you attacks from behind and lurks in the shadows. He wants you in the ring, he wants to kick your ass.

Those massive arms of Toxic's fall to his side and he steps up to Eva with a sneer that suddenly turns into a grin.

Toxic: I'll tell you what.

Eva: What? Eva looks up at him without fear in her voice.

Toxic: I'll give him a chance to prove he's worth my time, that he's not the trash I know he is.

Eva: Who I gotta fight?

Toxic: You wont get to fight his battles, tell him to be ready for a match.

Eva: So it's a test?

Toxic thinks about it.

Toxic: Sure.

They stand on the verge of blows, diva to monster, for a moment longer before slowly. She walks out slamming the door with such a force it shudders. Outside she leans against the wall and stares at the ceiling looking unsure. Finally she pushes off and walks away.

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The camera settles on Ehren Moore, his 6’4" frame sitting slightly slouched down in the confines of what looks to be a very comfortable chair. The chair and Ehren consequently are located in a room Ehren has claimed as his own for the night. It’s not a large room, but it’s not small either. His chair sits against the back wall, and a TV sits up against the wall right next to the door. A small coffee table sits in front of the chair and like any male Ehren has placed his feet on top of the table. Next to Ehren sits two more of these chairs with a little bit of breathing room in between them. Ehren sits there with an ESPN the magazine in hand. It’s the latest issue, with a weird picture of Kobe Bryant and Phil Jackson on the cover. Ehren is clad in a pair of Khaki cargo pants and a white American Eagle shirt, with blue and yellow stripes. Just to Ehren’s right, our left sits a Sony stereo system. It is on a small table, and has four speakers attached to it. The music coming from it is loud and has been heard ever since the scene opened. Ehren reads on, and begins to bob his head to the music. It’s "Downfall" by the now defunct TRUSTcompany.

Fear in me so deep
it gets the best of me,
In the fear I fall,
here it comes face to face with me,

Here I stand hold back so no one can see,
I feel these wounds,
step down, step down, step
DOWN

Ehren flips the page in his magazine as his motion begins to intensify, but is still kept in control. Ehren really gets into his music. He likes it hard hitting. Ehren looks pretty comfortable, which could explain the look of disgust that comes over his face as a knock comes at his door. Ehren starts to move to his feet, but stops and looks back down to his magazine. The knock comes again. Ehren’s hope that the person would go away is shattered as it comes again. Ehren sighs and closes his magazine and drops it to the coffee table as he brings his feet to the floor. He stands and walks over to the stereo.

(am I) Breaking Down

Can I break away
Push me away, make me fall,
Just to see, another side of me,
Push me away, you can see,
what I see, the other si—

The music is cut off as Ehren presses the pause button on the CD player control panel. He walks over to the door and opens it, only to find GCW’s own lead interviewer, Kevin Jacobs standing there. Ehren sighs and rolls his eyes.

Moore: What the crud? I told you I didn’t want to do an interview tonight.

Jacobs: Ehren, I just wanted to get your thou---

Moore: Screw off. Those are my thoughts.

Ehren swings the door closed and turns around. He takes one step back towards his chair, when a knock is heard again. Moore turns to the door and reaches out, grabbing the handle and turning it.

Jacobs: Please. I just want to ask you a few questions.

Moore: I told you no. Get the hell away.

Ehren slams the door again and moves towards the stereo. He un-pauses it and begins playing the air guitar while bobbing his head as he walks back to his chair. Just as he reaches down to pick up his magazine, another knock is heard. Ehren chuckles a bit and aborts his motion. He stands back up to an erect position and walks back to the door. He swings it open, and grabs Kevin Jacobs by the head and pulls him in, slamming the door behind him. Jacobs stumbles in but manages to catch his balance.

Moore: What part of "no" don’t you understand?
Jacobs: I understand it all. I just don’t take it. How do you feel going into a match against a man who was in the main event at the hugely successful Devils Night?

Moore: What does it matter? I’m going to kick his ass, main event or not. The guy is nineteen years old. He’s 160 pounds. I’ve got eight pounds on him. He’ll be lucky if he gets to walk out of the ring. I’m still a little pissed off at my match being cancelled Sunday night and I’m looking to take that frustration out on Chrisypoo tonight.

Jacobs: Yeah you seem to be fired up.

Moore: The hell kind of a name is Chrissypoo anyway? Is this guy gay or something?

Jacobs smiles and chuckles but is interrupted by the ringing of a phone. Ehren reaches into his pocket and pulls out his black and silver flip phone. Ehren reaches into his pocket and pulls the phone out. He opens it and looks at the number. He looks to Jacobs and motions with his head to the door. Kevin doesn’t move.

Moore: Out.

Jacobs: But I still have a few more questions.

Moore: I said leave. I have an important phone call.

Jacobs: I can wait.

With almost no hesitation after this comment, Ehren grabs Kevin by the head and walks him over to the door. Ehren swings the door open and shoves Jacobs out the door with such force that Kevin continues forward and collides with the wall across the hall. Ehren laughs as the door swings shut. He presses a button on his still-ringing phone and brings it to his ear as the scene begins to fade.

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Eva looking rather distracted is seen traveling the hall heading towards a destination unknown.

Coming from the other end of the hallway, is Michael Stevens the crowd roars in approval a tthe sight of the number one contender. In each hand he holds a plastic cup filled with an amber liquid with foam on top, wonder what it could be?

Eva heads towards him and without asking takes one cup and downs it in two gulps. Cringing she shakes her head.

Eva: God..that was gross. I need more though. Where can I get some?

Stevens: Down the hall to the right, and I was gonna drink that.

Eva pauses and sighs.

Throwing back his head he downs the remaining cup in one gulp. Sighing he tosses it to the side.

Eva: Yeah sorry. I will get you another one. Unless you just want to come with me?

Stevens: Why the hell not, I could use a few more

Nodding she says nothing more still having that agonized worried look on her face as she falls into step with Stevens. Once they reach the beer concession she promptly orders five and turns to Stevens.

Eva: Two for you and three for me.

Turning towards the counter, Stevens holds a hand up to the guy.

Stevens: Better make that ten, and hey don't worry about it Eva, on me, I owe you.

At first she looks like she will refuse but finally just smiles halfheartedly and nods.

Eva: You don’t owe me anything Stevens. Call it payback for the way I acted towards you before...

Eva grabs one beer and downs it releasing a small burp before grabbing another and downing it too. If one didn't know better they would think she is trying to forget something or wash something out of her mouth.

After paying the man, Stevens grabs a drink in each hand, tossing both back without a second thought. Crumpling them and tossing each over the opposite shoulder he does grabs another two, and repeats the process, finally picking up the fifth and holding onto it.

Stevens: All yours lady, see yah.

Eva grabs another two and downs them merely nodding slightly as Stevens turns to walk away but then changes her mind turning to face his back.

Eva: Stevens..wait..I need to ask you something.

Stevens stops short, tosses back the final beer in his hand, and turns his head to glance over his shoulder. Saying nothing he simply stares at Eva. Looking rather uncomfortable she walks forward and takes him by the arm urging him away from prying ears.

Eva: Do you think it is possible to have hit on someone and not remember it?

Stevens: ...the hell?

Eva: ( fiddling a bit she looks down then back up at with an imploring expression) I know it is an odd question..I just need to know because...well never mind why...

Stevens: Lady I'm sorry but I have no clue what you're talking about.

Eva actually looks rather hurt by his harshness and backs away a few steps.

Eva: Nevermind...forget I even brought it up.

Stevens raises an eyebrow takes a step forward.

Stevens: Look, not trying to be rude, I'm just lost, so if you want some advice or something, you're going to have to slow it down a little for the late joiners.

Eva: ( looking unsure) Can you keep this between you and I Stevens? I don't want Lex hearing about this ..not until I am sure.

Stevens: Shoot

Eva: Toxic claims while he had me captive I came on to him. ( sighing and rubbing her temples) The thing is I cant remember anything..at all. Don't you think I would know if I came on to that...( gags) that waste.

Stevens: Guy's a lying sack of shit. You can't believe a goddamn word that comes outta his mouth.

Eva almost looks relieved. Actually smiling a bit for once she nods.

Eva: I know. I just worked so hard to get past that old rep I had....not that I am really past it but if he convinced others that I had...( groaning) I need another drink. I don't want to think about it

Stevens: I've got stronger in my dressing room if you want a real drink. Hehe, it'll put hair on your chest.

Eva: ( chuckling) I doubt it will put hair on my chest but I could use it right now. I don't have a match..so why the hell not.

Stevens nods and jerks his head towards down the hallway. He starts walking, completely ignoring whether or not Eva's following him.

Eva simply sighs and follows. Of all the men she thought she would be hanging out with..Stevens was the last. The camera fades out as she rounds the corner hot on Stevens’ trail.

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The camera fades into the dressing room of Mike Savige as the door bursts open and a furious Vince Jones steps inside. Vince looks across the room at Savige who has a rather smug expression on his face.

Vince Jones: You won't believe the sh*t Ricky Thunder just told V!!

Mike: Oh do tell Peter Pan, what did Ricky Thunder just tell V?

Mike leans back in the chair he was sitting in, his face a bit distracted, and his voice a flat monotone, indicating that he could care less, but the sarcasam is lost on Jones who closes the door behind him and continues to fume over what happened with Thunder. Mike shakes his head as he grabs a bottle of water off the table and takes a sip.

Vince Jones: This cat gone off the deep end or somethin'! He actually...

Vince lowers the dark shades on his face and rolls his eyes at Mike.

Vince Jones: Hey! Now ain't the time for the Peter Pan jokes, son!

Vince slowly regains his composure and begins pacing back and forth across the floor.

Vince Jones: That fool insulted V! He actually had the au...the au...the audacity and sh*t to be talkin' 'bout V, his slump, and all the other sh*t that's been messin' with his head lately!

Mike stands and looks at one of the men he'll be teamed up with later tonight and sighs.

Mike: So what? You've had a slump and you're gonna let a guy who's barely got his f**kin feet wet talk sh*t?

Mike starts to say something else and then sighs and throws up his hands.

Mike: I'm trying to care here, but in case you missed it, I WAS BURIED SUNDAY NIGHT! I've got a lot on my mind and most of it has to do with bashing in Michael Stevens's face tonight. The great thing about this job is that if someone pisses you off, you're allowed to beat the holy living sh*t out of them, in fact it's encouraged. So Ricky Thunder talked some smack, when we get in that ring tonight, smack the taste out of his mouth. Rollins...wherever the hell he is will be focused on Almasy, I'll be dealing with Stevens, that leaves Thunder for you. We've all got a stake in this match, don't screw it up by being upset with something a pipsqueak like Thunder says.

Vince stands there in silence and finally nods his head in agreement with the words of Savige.

Vince Jones: Aiight. You got a point there. As much as V. Jones hates to admit it when someone's right you got a point. What the hell V gettin' all mad about here? Main event rolls around tonight and V. Jones gonna put the fan on that punk ass Ricky Thunder! That's what he gonna do! He even gonna get a hold of one of Ricky's water bottles and make him choke on it! Might even steal a few of those bottles and take 'em back to NYC!

Vince Jones begins cracking his knuckles in anticipation.

Vince Jones: Ya know somethin', man? You like one of those gurus or somethin', always got the right sh*t to say.

Mike: I didn't spend eight years in this business without learning a few things. See the other great thing here is that each one of us brings something different to the match tonight, Rollins brings that gung ho attitude, I bring the intensity, and you bring...well, hell you bring the violence. Vince, you got a skill none of the rest of us has in that ring tonight. You can fly! Remember that, Vince! You take too much of beating in there you know what to do! You fly your ass over to our corner, tag me in, and I'll finish the job! Or tag Rollins in, either way, we're gonna win this match tonight. See that's something else I learned, never go into a match thinking you're going to win. Go in there knowing you're going to win. I know we're gonna f**kin win, because nobody, nobody can beat us. We're gonna show everyone what main eventing is all about.

Vince Jones nods in agreement.

Vince Jones: Ya damn right 'bout that sh*t! We got this match in the bag tonight! Well, enough with the chit chat! V out! See ya in the ring!

Vince flashes the hand sign of his former New York City gang and exits the dressing room with his head held. A moment passes and suddenly the door swings open once again revealing an angry Vince Jones. He points a finger at Mike Savige.

Vince Jones: Oh, and just so you know V caught on to that whole "You can fly" skill sh*t you had to say, funny man! And you know what?? You lucky, son! V gettin' really close to snappin' on someone 'bout that whole Peter Pan sh*t! It was a damn Halloween costume, man!

Vince Jones exits the dressing room once again and can be heard ranting and raving down the hallway.

Vince Jones: It ain't like V. Jones be prancin' around wearin' that sh*t on the regular! Damn!

Mike chuckles to himself and takes another sip of the water and pulls out his cell phone and hits and autodial number.

Mike: Where the f**k are you? Well hurry up and get here. No not yet, but I'm expecting an attack at any time!

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Bryan: Coming up right now we have a Cruiserweight Title match. Aiden Jackson defends his hard earned gold against another solid cruiserweight who's been climbing the rankings lately, in Coyle O'Conner.

Yale: My prediction? This match doesn't have a finish. Between O'Conner's troubles with Sam Wolack and Aiden Jackson's hell of a six man buried alive match that just passed, it's a possibility that this will be another match with no end.

Bryan: While it is true that both men likely have their worries and troubles, I'm sure they're going to try and get past that. Aiden is looking to keep his title and O'Conner is looking to get his first GCW gold here, tonight.

"4 Words To Choke Upon" by Bullet For My Valentine interrupts the intensity of the arena, heralding decisive boos and colorful language from the vibrant crowd. Aiden Jackson steps out on the entrance ramp, energy focused on his following match. The Cruiserweight Title, dangling over his shoulder, catches rays of light and shines with illuminating flair. He ignores the accusations of the fan base, merely smiling as he slides in the ring and hands off the title.

Bryan: Aiden's quickly gaining the disapproval of the GCW crowds, Dave, and his abrupt turn on Rei Tiu in the six man buried alive match is only laying the foundation for reputation as the next LeStatt Knight.

Yale: Oh, please. Mind your tongue on that one. Aiden may have the qualities and the grit to be a man they love to hate, but comparing him to our resident World Champion is begging for a lashing. LeStatt Knight has no equal, as he constantly seeks to remind us.

Bryan: LeStatt Knight may be the top man, but people like Aiden Jackson have an undeniable future.

Coyle O'Conner steps out to a sudden change in crowd reaction. "Fallen Angels" by Ra cues his entrance and the cheers as he bounds energetically down the ramp. He eyes the Cruiserweight Title for a bit and smiles, before climbing in the ring and taking a corner opposite of the GCW Cruiserweight Champion.

Bryan: Coyle O'Conner has a pride and energy that never fails, Dave. And the crowds have taken to him.

Yale: So the first time O'Conner lost to Jackson, he put on a crap performance because of a sore throat? The Ashley Simpson of professional wrestling?! That's an insult!

Bryan: Oh, shut up. Even you would have admit that it was X/Sam Wolack's interference that helped turn the tide of O'Conner and Jackson's first encounter.

Yale: I don't. O'Conner's out of his league.

Bryan: We'll see about that, because we're about to be underway.

DING! Referee Cameron Wigley calls for the opening bell.

O'Conner bounces on one foot out of the corner, shifting his feet around to get the feel and vibe of the match. Aiden circles with him an instant before becoming impatient and raises his arm in the air, signaling O'Conner to take grip with his fidgeting hand. The two exchange brief words before a quick tie-up ignites the fire under the crowd. Jackson forces O'Conner into the corner, placing his knee in front to thwart an opposing swift knee to the midsection. Referee Cameron Wigley steps aside and watches as the two struggle for early dominance. Jackson, finally getting it, places his head under O'Conner's chin and drops to his knees for a vicious jawbreaker. O’Conner cries out, the ferociousness of the move tossing him hard against the turnbuckle, and Jackson seizes another opportunity, slicing a hard knife edge chop to O’Conner’s exposed chest. The crowd moans in tandem with the thud.

Bryan: And Aiden Jackson’s being no slouch here. That jawbreaker hurt me.

Yale: I’d bet money that O’Conner chomped off a portion of his tongue with that move. If I find it, I’m going to package it and sell it on Ebay.

O’Conner draws his hands away from his face, covering his crimson chest, as Jackson moves in for another tie-up. Aiden nails a forearm shot to the face, followed by another, with Coyle hugging his arms tight against his skull, his powerful arms absorbing much of the power. After a moment, Jackson whips a still dazed O’Conner from the corner towards an adjacent one and follows quickly after, using his body and his momentum to smash O’Conner against the corner ring post. O’Conner wobbles backwards toward the GCW logo in the center of the ring, and Aiden flashes to the ropes, spring boarding off an d nailing a massive lariat that takes a weakened O’Conner down to the mat. Jackson jumps from his knees to his feet, heading to the ropes again. Much to the dismay of the crowd, an adrenaline-pumped Aiden Jackson leaps from the second rope and drops a muscular leg across the throat of O’Conner in perfect guillotine format.

Bryan: We haven’t seen anything in the way of offense from O’Conner, yet.

Yale: And if this keeps up, we won’t. Aiden’s established alpha-dominance early and apparently has no plans of relinquishing the reins OR the title.

Jackson moves in to help O’Conner to his feet, whose motions languid and sloth movements allow Jackson to continue his unchallenged onslaught. On a tie-up, Aiden hooks O’Conner and floats him over quickly and fluidly with a fisherman’s suplex! He bridges for the pin and Referee Cameron Wigley starts the count. 1 …. 2 …. - O’Conner with a sharp lift of the arm.

Bryan: That was almost one of the shortest title matches in recent GCW history.

Yale: O’Conner may be a whimp, but GCW doesn’t give contracts to last week’s backwash, do they?

Bryan: Well …

Yale: Bah. Cheap plug.

O’Conner rolls over and gets to his knees, his welcoming gift a swift double axe handle blow to the spine. He arches his back from the force, and Aiden applies a headlock, pressing his weight on O’Conner’s extended back. Referee Cameron Wigley gets to one knee and judges the pain in O’Conner’s face as Jackson’s tightened arms wrench on O’Conner’s neck. Jackson finally releases the hold, letting O’Conner fall to all fours before helping him back up, again. Aiden pops O’Conner with two weak shots before attempting to send him to the ropes. O’Conner reverses the irish-whip and launches Jackson across the ring, who bounces back for a clothesline that O’Conner ducks. Jackson bounces back a second time from the other end of the ring and O’Conner lifts him up over his shoulder, Jackson no stranger to aerials and landing like a smooth cat on his feet. He hooks a waistlock on O’Conner as he lands, but O’Conner senses danger, running to the ropes and latching them to his chest, the momentum of the sudden stop sending the Cruiserweight Champion in a reverse tumble and back to his feet.

Bryan: Excellent save by O’Conner! He’s managed to clear the cobwebs and shake off Aiden’s game.

Yale: Yeah, but in order to win he still has to fight back. I don’t picture Aiden Jackson just walking out on this match because he got bored of beating O’Conner around the arena.

Jackson charges in but O’Conner turns in time to extend his arm and square a hard punch directly to Aiden’s open jaw! A deep crack echoes in the arena and the crowd is all cheers as Aiden Jackson backpedals and collapses on shaky legs to the canvas. O’Conner rushes in, diving an elbow drop first to the shoulder, then leaping back up and falling with a fist drop to the cranium. He drags a struggling Aiden Jackson to the corner and lifts him up, bending down and grabbing the ropes to propel himself into Jackson’s midsection. Aiden slumps to the second turnbuckle and O’Conner starts sizing in the punch combos, with Jackson’s body rocking to either side as he accepts and absorbs them. O’Conner hooks the back of Aiden’s head and pulls it forward, throwing his other arm out for a nasty haymaker uppercut that crashes Aiden’s skull into the top turnbuckle behind him!

Bryan: This match has quickly changed tunes! O’Conner’s brawling skills are wearing down the champ!

O’Conner lands another swift haymaker to the chin with only a margin of power and hooks Jackson up for a suplex. Coyle grips the tights and lifts, listening to the cheer of the crowd as he turns around and falls forward for a face buster suplex! Jackson’s body bounces as the ring attempts to contort to his shape and O’Conner is back to his feet. He pulls Jackson up and winces as Aiden fires a few elbow shots to the ribs. On the fourth one, O’Conner presses down on Jackson’s back and raises a knee, connecting with a force that catapults Jackson into the air and down to one knee. O’Conner follows that up with an elbow to the back of the head and a leaping punch to the back, sending Jackson back from whence he just came. Aiden rolls away and slips out under the bottom rope, the crowd booing as he circles outside the ring. Referee Cameron Wigley starts the disqualification count.

1 …

Yale: Oh, what is he doing? Champions don’t take breaks!

Bryan: He’s not taking a break, Dave! He’s motioning for O’Conner to come outside! Aiden Jackson wants a street fight!

O’Conner shifts his gaze from the referee to Aiden and heads for the ropes, the crowd a sonic boom of appraisal! He’s clearly underestimated Jackson’s speed, though, and as his foot touches the ring apron, Jackson shoots to ringside and launches himself for a dropkick right to Coyle’s legs! O’Conner tumbles down to the arena floor as Jackson climbs the apron and waits for him to stand, again. Once O’Conner obliges, Jackson vaults off for an asai moonsault that takes them both down to the concrete! Meanwhile, Referee Cameron Wigley had previously started the double disqualification count.

5 …

6 …

Yale: It looks like Aiden Jackson got tired of the softer surface of the ring.

Bryan: But O’Conner is a brawler, Dave. These conditions wouldn’t be foreign to him.

Yale: Maybe not, but there’s a significant difference in being punched and having two hundred-plus pounds make a moonsault sandwich out of flesh and concrete.

10 …

11 …

Aiden Jackson helps O’Conner as he starts rising to his feet, and irish-whips Coyle hard to the barricade. O’Conner’s head snaps backward before the momentum of the crash drives him back forward and down to his knees. The crowd boos as Aiden hooks in a side headlock, snapping on the neck each time O’Conner tries to get up. The count continues.

14 …

15 …

Jackson, keeping the headlock tight, walks O’Conner back to the ring and slams his head solid on the apron before rolling him under the bottom rope just as the count hits eighteen. Aiden gets in slowly, watching O’Conner heave in deep gulps of air on the mat. He turns around, using the ropes as a springboard and leaps for another moonsault! When Jackson lands, he bounces up a couple of feet, and the crowd is all cheers once they see O’Conner’s raised knees as the culprit of Aiden Jackson’s catapault. After a second or so of no moving, Referee Cameron Wigley starts another count.

1 …

Bryan: Brilliant counter by O’Conner! But both men are down and look to be a bit drained.

Yale: Someone will get up. Wrestlers are like insects and that GCW Cruiserweight Title is Coyle and Aiden’s Zap-It!

4 …

5 …

Jackson turns onto his stomach slowly, his face flushed and his breathing hard.

7 …

8 …

The roar of the crowd is lingering in O’Conner’s ears. They want more he knows, as he inches his way toward the ropes. They want Coyle O’Conner to beat Aiden Jackson.

9 …

Aiden Jackson gets to a knee just as the final second approaches, O’Conner mimicking and doing the same. They turn to face each other once they get to their feet, and an arena full of several thousand people stomp their feet in sheer anticipation of more action. Jackson and O’Conner collide in the center ring, a plethora of hard punches and forearm shots connecting at will. Aiden with a short European uppercut! O’Conner with hard jabs to the body that lifts Jackson a little higher each time! Jackson shoves O’Conner and bounds off toward the ropes, coming back with a clothesline that misses, but an amazingly quick and agile return cross-body block connects on O’Conner and Aiden holds on for the pin! 1 … 2 - Kickout!

Bryan: Close call for O’Conner!

O’Conner kicks his body with a force that throws Aiden off to the side and both competitors scramble to their feet, again. The two tie-up, Aiden with a side headlock. O’Conner reversing into a wrist-lock. Jackson reverses into a hammerlock and chops Coyle’s shoulder with his free hand, sending him to a bow.

Bryan: It’s a tug of war for control!

Yale: The last half a minute or so has been technical wrestling, which is neither man’s forte.

Bryan: Well, looks are quite deceiving, then.

Yale: Touché.

O’Conner reverses with a hammerlock of his own and shoves Aiden away, the crowd once again ablaze with cheers as the struggle continues. Jackson turns and starts unloading punches, the two brawling once again. Aiden hits a short kick to the midsection that earns him the advantage, and he sets O’Conner up and lifts him in power bomb position!

Bryan: This could be it for O’Conner! Wait - He slipped out of it! Jackson was going for a crucifix power bomb, but O’Conner got free!

Coyle hooks in a tight waistlock and lifts, throwing the GCW Cruiserweight Champion over his shoulder in a release German throw suplex!

Bryan: Aiden landed on his feet! My god! Neither one of these men can launch a full attack!

Yale: O’Conner thinks he got him and Aiden’s rushing forward with another plan in mind!

Just as O’Conner turns around, Aiden hits a hard super kick to the throat, reeling Coyle to step violently back to the ropes and slingshot forward. Jackson capitalizes, wasting not a second, and runs in for a huge power slam that sets of the crowd once again!

Bryan: Wow! What a chain of moves by Aiden! O’Conner needs to act fast, otherwise he’s done for the evening.

Yale: He’s already done. There’s no way he - What in the world?!

"Face" by 53 Minutes erupts, and the crowd is enigmatic at the now recognizable theme. Jackson’s attention snaps to the entranceway!

Bryan: That’s Rei Tiu’s music! He’s not scheduled to be here, but I think we can all guess after seeing Devil’s Night that he’s on a quest for blood!

Yale: Aiden had the right idea. Rei sees that now, and is looking to erase the dumb stamp on his forehead. And I told you this match wouldn’t have a finish.

Bryan: Rei hasn’t ran in, just yet.

Rei Tiu steps out from the back, dressed in casual attire and sporting a bottle of water he’s turning over and over in his hands. The arena is a deafening thing, an antsy crowd eager for another confrontation. Rei’s eyes are focused on Aiden Jackson, who in turn manages a small smile and focuses on him.

Bryan: We could have a showdown, folks! Aiden Jackson had previously spoken with jealousy towards Rei’s more than earned success, citing that he should be glorified because he defeated Rei to win the Cruiserweight belt!

Yale: Jealousy, no. Contempt? Well, yeah. Doesn’t even take an idiot to make sense of that. Aiden Jackson beat the so called prodigy Rei Tiu at FallOut, but it seems like since then it’s being edited and replaced with "insert random groveling Rei Tiu remark here."

Bryan: It’s jealousy, plain and simple. And that’s still no cause to stab a friend in the back.

Yale: They weren’t exactly friends, you know. Even Rei would admit that. They just had a respect that Aiden realized was no longer in his best interests to harbor.

Rei Tiu paces across the top of the entryway as Aiden looks on, stepping to the ropes and pointing a finger over at him. The crowd pops again as Rei shrugs, bodily motions stating clearly stating that he’s not going anywhere. Referee Cameron Wigley grows nervous, preparing to call for the bell at the slightest hint of a run-in.

Bryan: O’Conner’s starting to get to his feet! Aiden had better turn around!

Yale: Rei’s pointing! He’s telling Aiden to turn around!

Aiden turns on a signal from Rei and sees Coyle up to his feet. Jackson charges in, bowling over an unsteady O’Conner and sending him to the other side of the ring. He takes a high spot and casts a glance back at Rei, who’s still simply watching. Aiden leaps off with an amazing shooting star press and -

Bryan: OH MY GOD! What a counter!

O’Conner rises up and lands a huge punch to the midsection just as Aiden exposes it! The impact topples Aiden and sends him turning a full somersault to the canvas! The crowd cheers as O’Conner staggers on his feet, walking over to Jackson’s crumpled body. He lifts him up and appeals to the crowd, holding Jackson limp in his arms.

Bryan: It looks like Rei’s entrance distracted Aiden just long enough for O’Conner to catch his wind! But why did he tell Aiden to turn around?

Yale: It’s like a double entendre. His entrance allowed Coyle to recuperate somewhat, but at the same time, it could have been that he simply wants Aiden to remain champion so that he can possibly knock out two objectives at once in the near future.

Bryan: Nevertheless, O’Conner’s managed to regain control, here.

Coyle glances at Rei under the MegaTron and focuses immediately back to Aiden. He whips him to the ropes, but Aiden hangs on, refusing to let go. Jackson heads to the center of the ring and O’Conner dashes in, vying to end this! He’s going for his finisher, but Aiden scoops him up mid-move, holds him vertical, and falls to the mat in a hard DDT! Criminal Justice! The crowd boos as Aiden rolls over and follows with a pin. Referee Cameron Wigley casts a worried glance at Rei and drops for the count. 1 … 2 … 3!!! Aiden Jackson wins!

Bryan: Aiden Jackson with the Criminal Justice sealed the deal! He retains the title for another week!

Yale: I’m not surprised. He’s an intense performer.

"4 Words To Choke Upon" by Bullet For My Valentine starts up again as Aiden gets to his feet, taking the Cruiserweight strap from the announcer. He takes one last look at O’Conner and turns back to the entryway, to find Rei Tiu still looking on. The crowd begins stirring again, hoping to finally see a showdown, but Rei walks slowly backstage and off camera. Aiden Jackson absorbs the boos and raises his title high, exiting the ring a victory notch higher than when he came in.

Bryan: Even in the event of Rei Tiu’s entrance, Aiden still managed to pull out the victory. I’m thinking Rei just came out to show that he’s a bit perturbed by what happened at DN.

Yale: If he were smart, he’d just take it like a dose of medicine and move on down the roster list.

Bryan: I don’t see that happening, but regardless, Aiden Jackson is still the GCW Cruiserweight Champion.

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"Do The Evolution" hits the speakers and the lights dim, graphics play across the megatron, the words: Test One, Cruiser.

The music scratches, cuts, and 'Victory' by Puff Daddy hits the speakers and the fans stand up in their seats.

Andrews: From parts unknown, weighing in at 256 pounds... MARRAAUDER!!! And his opponent… Rei Tiu!

Bryan: The Marauder limping to his second mystery opponent match in the same weak! Toxic is giving him this chance to earn a shot… and he’s facing Rei Tiu!

Yale: You look up sucker in the dictionary you'll see that mask, sucker for punishment. And Rei came out here just to get at Aiden Jackson, who turned on him at Devil’s Night, and now he’s finding himself facing off against The Marauder! I’m really confused here, JB…

Bryan: So am I! This is getting really weird really quickly! I’m not sure what is going on or who is in control, but we’re going to see the rather beat-up Marauder take on Rei Tiu!

The Marauder limps onto the platform, his left leg held by a bracer. He raises an arm to the crowd and moves down to the ring.

Yale: After the six man buried alive match last Sunday, I'd venture he's in nearly as bad as shape as Marauder.

Bryan: Marauder is venturing into his fifth week as somebody I believe should be on the injured list. After an intensely physical feud with Mike Savige I might add.

Rei climbs into the ring, Marauder watching him, testing his braced leg gingerly. They two of them approach the center of the ring, talking calmly. Rei shrugs and they knock fists before backing up.

Bryan: What was that?

'Ding Ding Ding'

They circle and lock up quickly, Marauder holds it but gives a little on his weak knee. He spins and throws Rei into the ropes, Rei comes off and ducks a clothesline, hooks Marauders arm for a hip toss. Rei runs into the rope as Marauder stands back up, he hits a drop kick that sends Marauder back to the mat. Lex is quick to start getting back up, Rei taking his time to circle and wait.

Yale: Rei making a mistake in giving up some of his early momentum.

Bryan: Both men are coming off brutal matches, it's a sign of respect.

Yale: Forget respect, J.B., this is a wrestling match.

They lock up again, Rei pulls Marauder over with a hip toss who springs back to his feet. The lock up, Marauder throws Rei into the rope, Rei hits a cross body and they go to the mat. Marauder throws Rei off, pulls his legs in close and springboards to his feet, he stumbles on his injured knee and Rei takes him down with a Russian leg sweep.

Bryan: Marauder taking a fault on account of his weak knee.

Yale: No room for weakness in a wrestling ring.

Rei is first to his feet, he moves for the top turnbuckle and holds his position while Marauder climbs to his feet. He launches a side body splash, Marauder catches him!

Bryan: The crowd can't believe it!

He drops the back breaker and goes for the pin. 1..2.. Rei kicks out effectively.

Yale: That was a desperate pin attempt.

Both men on their feet, they lock up, Marauder sends Rei into the ropes, he takes him down with a lariat and applies the standing side arm bar. Rei squirms and fights, he reaches for the ropes but they're too far.

Bryan: Perfect execution.

Marauder releases the hold and Rei springs to his feet. They square off quickly and lock up, Marauder with the power advantage, he drives a knee into Rei's gut, throws him into the corner and charges in. Rei gets a boot up and Marauder reels while Rei hops up onto the top rope, he jumps for the missile drop kick as Marauder spins a heel kick. They collide and drop.

Yale: Now that's good television!

Bryan: A mid air collision and both men are on the mat!

Yale: Rei seems to be a little off his game, he's keeping pace but missing the beat.

Bryan: Marauder is holding his knee in pain but is the first on his feet.

Rei using the ropes pulls himself up and Marauder comes on him from behind, Rei drives the elbow into his gut and powers up, he kicks, Marauder catches it. Enziguri kick! Marauder ducks, Rei's on his belly. Ankle Lock!

Bryan: Marauder applying the dangerous ankle lock!

Yale: Rei misses another, something's funny.

Rei's struggling for the ropes, Marauder limps on his weak knee and gives ground, Rei grabs the ropes, the crowd cheers, and Marauder drops the hold. Letting Rei get back to his feet

Rei goes for the ropes but Marauder charges in, catches Rei around the waist for a belly to belly release suplex. Rei takes it hard and Marauder is up quickly. Marauder helps Rei to his feet and hooks his head for a stalling vertical suplex. Rei reverses and lands on his feet!

Bryan: Great timing by Rei Tiu!

Rei goes into the ropes and comes off fast.

All Aboard!

Bryan: Rei takes that power clothesline hard!

Marauder goes for the pin. 1..2..3? The Marauder wins!

Yale: Did Rei just look at the camera?

Bryan: Here is your winner, The Marauder!

Rei rolls out of the ring before Marauder is on his feet. "Victory" cues up and the fans cheer.

Yale: What a lackluster performance, I think Rei threw that match!

Bryan: Could Rei Tiu want to see The Marauder get his rematch against Toxic?

The Marauder gets his hand raised but keeps his eyes on Rei who looks back on once after pulling his t-shirt back on.

Bryan: The Marauder picks up a win and passes Toxic's challenge.

Yale: It's a travesty.

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Bryan: We’re well on our way to NC-17, and I have a feeling that the stakes are only going to get more severe as we approach ground zero!

Yale: Steaks? I could sure go for a porterhouse myself.

Bryan: …

Yale: What?

Bryan: You’re a moron.

The opening chords to Rage Against the Machine’s "Born of a Broken Man" suddenly interrupts our faithful announcers, and Minneapolis comes unglued. There is little humor on Rich "The Renegade" Rollins’ face as he emerges from the back and straight into the crowd’s hostile welcome, his mood very obviously sour.

Bryan: Straight off his second no-contest draw with Seymour Almasy, Rich Rollins definitely doesn’t look too pleased tonight.

Yale: Why the hell should he? Almasy has made it clear that he wants Rollins put to pasture, and the Renegade hasn’t exactly put Almasy in his place. The man has a lot on his mind, and I guarantee most of it isn’t very pleasant.

With nothing but the angry reaction from the crowd to accompany him, Rich Rollins quickly makes his way to ringside and tromps up the steps, ducking under the ropes to take his stage. A sharp request for a microphone sends a few ringside lackeys scurrying, and within moments a working mic is caught in the Renegade’s waiting hand. Giving it a gentle tap, Rollins doesn’t waste anyone’s time.

Renegade: You know, I got to thinkin’ …

Bryan: Never a good sign.

Yale: Hush! The man is SPEAKING!

Renegade: … and something is really, really bothering me. Just imagine, what if Mohammed Ali and Joe Frasier had gone the distance twice… without a winner? What if the SuperBowl were called off at halftime due to the weather? Or the Olympic games canceled when the medal race is tied between four different counties? I know it sounds crazy, but… what if?

The Renegade shakes his head slowly, sadly.

Renegade: I’ll tell you what would happen, folks. You’d have riots from Boston to Belise, frustrated nations descending into glorious anarchy until somebody finally pulled the stick out of their ass and cut the bullshit. (he looks straight into the camera, his scowl scorching) So here I am… and I am most definitely cutting the bullshit.

The fan’s response is chilling in its simplicity.

They applaud.

Rollins: I need a resolution, and I know I‘m not the only one... I'm tired of this no-contest crap, and I think it's time we settled things our way, Almasy.

Suddenly "Machinehead" hits over the PA and the fans erupt into a fresh round of boos as Mike "The Machine" Savige steps out onto the stage still in his street clothes. He smirks at the booing masses before walking to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and pops to his feet, asking for a mic of his own. He turns to the back and signals for them to cut his music, then he turns to Rollins.

Mike: You know, I understand that you hate game boy Almasy, but you're forgetting that tonight you've got two partners who have just as big a stake in tonight’s match as you do, so I think it’s time we cut the Rich Rollins Show short. You see, after what happened to me at Devil's Night, I have a very personal stake in putting Michael Stevens through as much hell as humanly possible.

Completely dumbfounded, the Renegade carefully examines the new arrival with scrutinizing interest. The crowd begins to buzz quietly, watching as both men watch each other, engaged in an impromptu battle of wills that radiates from the ring like a hot furnace. Rollins brings his microphone to his lips. Slowly.

Renegade: Sorry man, but the Rat Pack just called. They want their attitude back.

Scattered laughter rises from the Minnesota faithful, but Rollins presses on in spite of Savige's cool composure.

Renegade: It's not wise to interrupt your elders, kiddo. You got some serious brass to be so brazen... I kinda like that. (he frowns) But you still took a wrong turn at the curtain, bub. Why don't you go fetch me a cup of joe to clear my conscience, eh?

Savige raises an eyebrow and smirks at the Renegade.

Mike: Cute. Did you think that up yourself or did you have help? Look, I don't particularly like you, but don't take it personal. I don't particularly like a lot of people, but I'm willing to work with you and Vince Jones tonight if it means I can get my hands on Stevens. As for my brass, I may be a rookie in this company, but I'm a rookie with a ten and two record. And this ain't my first sandbox. You may be the elder statesman of GCW, but you ain't my old man... old man. I'm a grown ass man, not your errand boy. You want coffee, buffet table's in the back.

The Machine paces before the Renegade before removing his shades and tucking them into his jacket.

Mike: You want Almasy, I want Stevens and Jones wants Thunder. I suppose, if we all work together, we all get what we want. Namely asses kicked, names taken and a win for our team. Now personally I don't have a problem with you Rich, I kinda like your style, but if you ever talk to me like that again, then we will have a problem. Comprende?

An agitated spark flies through Rollins' irises as his frown somehow deepens. He licks his lips out of habit; setting the Machine dead in his sights, the Renegade offers a tight-lipped smile that holds no warmth.

Renegade: I'd choose my words more carefully, bucko. This snake'd bite you so hard you'd piss venom for a month, and don't you ever forget it. Is that a dance we really want to have? (he shakes his head, slowly) No, not for a guy like you. I know what you really want, Mike. You got a moment in the sun at Devil's Night, and you almost believed you could pull off the impossible. Be the rebel who dethrones the demon. Re-shape the wrestling world around a new face... your face. Only problem is, you got buried six feet under instead.

The Renegade snorts.

Renegade: Just be thankful it was only your body that got buried, not your career. (he pauses) And in case you hadn’t noticed, the role of resident rebel has already been filled. By me.

Mike looks taken aback for a moment, then the moment is gone and the look is replaced by his trademark smirk.

Mike: My moment in the sun? It was more a walk through hell. And yeah, I may have gotten put six feet under, but at least my match had an ending. But you know something? You're right. We're not gonna play the one up game tonight. We have a match tonight, we're gonna be partners, so for tonight at least let's put our differences aside and just agree to work with each other. You don't have to like me, I don't have to like you, we just have to work together. After tonight, you go your way, I'll go mine, and if our paths cross in the future...so be it.

Mike turns to leave then stops just as he reaches the ropes.

Mike: And it's gonna take a lot more than Michael Stevens to bury my career. A hell of a lot more.

And with that, Mike Savige leaves a scowling Rich Rollins alone in the ring with nothing but the taunting melody of "Machinehead" to soothe his agitation.

Bryan: These two may be in for a long night, Dave. A really long night.

Yale: What about Seymour?! I need ANSWERS, damnit!

Bryan: I suppose we’ll find out sooner than we expect.

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The camera cuts to Nathan Young, one of GCW's proud security team. He's been sent by the head of security to confront one of the superstars regarding a security (or lack thereof) problem. Nate young looks nervous as he approaches a door marked "Borealis" as the crowd gives a slight pop, mixed with boos. Apparently some members of tonight's crowd have a sense of humor. Just as Nate is about to knock on the door, he hears a woman's laughter coming from behind it and he pauses for a half second before he raps on it twice, quickly.

Immediately we can hear a scuffling and Borealis opens the door only a little bit and sticks his head into the crack. We can tell he's not wearing a shirt, and he looks like he's been through a wrestling match tonight.

Borealis: What? What is it?

Nate: Uhm...Mister Borealis...I was sent by the security staff to...inquire about some things-

A woman's voice is heard inside the room.

Woman: Johnny-boy! Is that room service?

Borealis' head turns for a second.

Borealis: There's not room service here! I'll be just a minute. [turns back to Nate] I don't know nothing about nothing.

Nate: Well...I mean, several members of the security staff, myself included, have been approached by some women tonight who specifically asked where your dressing room is.

Borealis: I really don't know a thing about-

Woman: Johnny!

Borealis: JUST A MINUTE!

Nate: Mister Borealis-

Johnny cuts Nate off with one hand and looks like he's about to explain. He motions for Nate to lean in and the security officer does so.

Borealis: Look...I've been "signing autographs," okay. I've been "signing autographs" all freakin night and it's to the point that every time I "sign an autograph" my "hand" hurts and I piss blood. Okay. I've never been this exhausted in my life.

Nate: [eyes narrowed] From "signing autographs," eh? Why would any man go beyond his limit? Are they getting..."autographs" for money or something?

Johnny brings his finger to his lips and hushes Nate very quickly.

Borealis: Look. Just keep this on the D.L. I owe some people a lot of money and I can't wait for the next paycheck.

Nate: This is not a burlesque house, Mister Borealis.

Woman: Johnny!

Nate and Borealis: JUST A MINUTE!

Woman: I paid for a full half hour, Johnny-boy! Don't skimp me!

Johnny turns back to Nate with a 'help me' look on his face.

Nate: Does this have to do with last week's concessions stunt?

Borealis: Well...not really... See, I paid the concessions guy. But I wanted to make those two thousand dollars back. So...I...made a bet on a boxing match. ...and lost.

Nate: Which match?

Johnny looks extremely embarrassed.

Borealis: ...Rocky IV...

Nate: [exasperated for a moment] Rocky IV? Did you bet against Rocky in a Rocky movie?

Johnny shamefully nods his head.

Nate: You thought the Russian would beat Rocky?

Borealis: Well did you see the size of him!

Nate can't help but laugh at this point as Johnny's female partner calls out again.

Borealis: Look...just keep this on the down low and...I'll...I don't know. I'll give you like five percent.

Nate: Seven.

Borealis: Deal.

Woman: JOHNNY BOREALIS! GET YOUR TIGHT BUTT IN HERE!

Johnny gives one last, exhausted, 'help me' look to Nathan Young.

Nate: Don't look at me for help, Mister Borealis. I ain't seen nothing.

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Blah Blah Blah, intros intros intros… Sorry, but it’s late and I didn’t have time to write the intros. You weren’t going to read them anyway, were you?

The bell sounds and Thunder smiles across the ring at Jones. Jones sneers back and meets him mid-ring, where they tie up. Jones instantly overpowers Thunder and shoves him into a neutral corner, where the official steps between them to break it up. Jones releases Thunder but sneaks in a cheap right hand, earning a chorus of boos for his trouble. Jones begins laying in stiff right hands before whipping Ricky to the other side, where he hits the turnbuckle hard and bounces out to the canvas.

Bryan: Wow, really overwhelming power here from Vince Jones, who is rapidly making a name for himself as an uncontrollable, nasty, mean guy who just loves to fight.

Yale: That’s why they call him "The Violence," JB!

Jones shouts a few insulting remarks at Almasy and Stevens before pulling Ricky back up. Thunder springs into action with a hard knife-edge chop, stunning Jones. Ricky begins backing Jones up, but Jones stops his momentum with a big headbutt. Jones shoves Thunder back into the corner and mounts the turnbuckle, bringing a hard series of fists down onto the top of Ricky’s head. But Ricky steps out of the corner and drops Jones with an inverted atomic drop, followed by a nice standing dropkick! Ricky rolls into his corner and tags in Almasy, and the crowd goes wild!

Bryan: Nice counter from Ricky Thunder, and here comes The Final Fantasy! Seymour Almasy is still undefeated in GCW competition, and he just fell short of defeating Rolling at Devil’s Night! And he’s here to keep the streak alive, and he’s going right at Vince Jones!

Yale: Almasy has a singles victory over Jones, and Jones will be looking to get some revenge in this one! And I think Jones has stepped up his game since then.

Jones gets to his feet and catches a stiff sidekick to the ribs. Almasy sends him into the ropes and catches him on the way back with a hurricanrana! Jones rolls to his feet and Almasy launches a dropkick, but Jones dodges the blow. Almasy springs back up but gets caught with a knee to the midsection from Jones. Jones pulls Almasy to his corner and offers a tag to Rollins. Rollins hesitates, and Savige takes advantage by tagging himself in.

Yale: What’s that all about?

Bryan: Rich Rollins wasn’t quite ready to get it on with Almasy again, and you might wonder if Rollins is a little more threatened by Almasy after the close call he had on Sunday!

Yale: Well, here comes a dangerous man in his own right, JB.

Savige and Jones hook Almasy together and take him down with a double suplex. Jones exits the ring and Savige pulls Almasy up, sending him into the ropes. Almasy bounces back and ducks a clothesline, but bounces back again and gets driven to the mat with a massive powerslam. The crowd winces as Savige makes a cover!

Bryan: Powerslam and a cover! ONE! TWO! Kickout by Almasy!

Yale: The power of Mike Savige nearly earned him a pinfall on Seymour Almasy, but Almasy managed to get a shoulder up at the last second. Still, I don’t think Almasy has anything more to prove to this crowd. They all know exactly how hard this guy is to beat!

Savige pulls Almasy up once more and drives him face first into the turnbuckle. He then wraps his arm around Almasy’s head and the rope, dragging Almasy’s face across the rubber-covered rope. The official scolds Savige but the former TV champion ignores him, pulling Almasy back up. Savige whips Almasy to the ropes but Almasy counters, and Savige runs right into a low knee to the spine from Thunder! Savige is halted and Almasy charges, but Savige charges out with a clothesline! Almasy ducks and Stevens tags himself in! Savige turns and charges Almasy again, but Almasy ducks and Stevens flies over him with a shoulder block!

Bryan: What a move by Stevens! He tagged himself into this match, and just dropped Mike Savige! And this crowd has come unglued!

Yale: They’re glad to see Stevens back, and that he’ll be facing LeStatt Knight once more for the GCW Title! Frankly, I agree with those that were angry over Stevens’ RipeFist deception. The whole idea of Devil’s Night was to find a guy to beat LeStatt, and Stevens has already proven he can’t do it!

Bryan: Well, he looks better than ever, and he’s full of energy against Savige here!

Stevens pulls a stunned Savige to his feet and delivers a hard snap suplex. Savige somehow powers back to his feet, only to eat a standing sidekick from Stevens. Savige stays on his feet as Stevens hits the ropes again, this time taking Savige down with a forearm to the face. Savige rolls into his corner and reaches out for a tag, this time readily made by Rich Rollins.

Bryan: And here he comes! The new PTC Global Champion is now the legal man in this match, and he’s about to come face to face with the number one contender!

Yale: Listen to this place, JB! This crowd is going wild!

The fans come unglued as Rollins slowly moves in close to Stevens. The two exchange words, examining each other closely. Stevens finally reaches out and delivers a slap right across the face of Rollins, who steps back in shock and anger. Rollins answers with a slap of his own, which Stevens answers with a straight right hand! The shot knocks Rollins right off his feet, and he rolls out of the ring.

Bryan: Wow! An intense exchange there, and Rollins has bailed out!

Yale: Look out behind you!

The crowd explodes as Almasy moves in from behind, rolling Rollins back into the ring! Rollins springs to his feet and turns to shout furiously at Almasy, as Stevens moves in! But Rollins was baiting him, nailing a back elbow to the face. Rollins turns and hits a European uppercut, following it up with a boot to the gut and a swinging neckbreaker. Rollins turns Stevens over and makes a cover.

Bryan: Hook of the leg from Rollins! ONE! TWO! And a kickout by the number one contender. Michael Stevens spent a month masquerading as the oddball RipeFist, shocking the world by revealing himself at Devil’s Night.

Yale: And Mike Savige is another of those guys that took exception to that! Savige worked his ass off to be one of the final two, while RipeFist, or Stevens, spent the entire match lying on the entrance ramp! Savige didn’t think of him as a threat, until it turned out that it was Michael Stevens!

Bryan: Fair’s fair, and Michael Stevens won that match. But you can expect some retribution from a rather furious former TV Champion!

Stevens gets to his feet and gets whipped to the ropes. He bounces back and catches a flying forearm to the face from Rollins, who nips up to his feet and struts to the opposite corner. With a sneer he extends both middle fingers at Almasy, who stands on the apron in shock. The crowd boos furiously as Almasy begins to crawl into the ring. He’s cut off by the official, but Rollins gets rolled up from behind by Stevens! Almasy springs back out of the ring and the official turns to make the count!

Bryan: School boy from Stevens! ONE! And a quick kickout from Rollins there, who had bought himself a few extra second by the distraction from Almasy.

Yale: That was the ultimate show of disrespect from Rollins, who still considers himself to be the best in GCW! He’s the Global Champion and he’s a hall of famer, but his legacy stands to suffer if he can’t top Almasy! Still, he’s proven that he only respects one man… himself!

Rollins gets back to his feet and Stevens nails a right hand! The fans begin to cheer again as Stevens backs Rollins into the ropes and tags in Thunder. Ricky climbs back into the ring and together they send Rollins into the ropes. Rollins bounces back and gets nailed by a tandem spinebuster! Stevens exits the ring and Thunder flashes him an uneasy glance before slapping a leg lock on Rollins.

Bryan: Ricky Thunder still feels a bit uneasy around Michael Stevens, it would seem. Those two got to be good friends, but Thunder never even knew it was Michael Stevens!

Yale: Hey, if I had to spend the next month calling matches next to a guy with bandages on his face and talking like a poorly dubbed Japanese kung-fu character, only for it to turn out to be you, I’d be a little uneasy myself.

Bryan: Either way, they’ve still got that nice teamwork, and hopefully they’ll be able to work through it and remain good friends!

Thunder pulls Rollins up and delivers a belly-to-back suplex, before pulling Rollins up again. But Rollins takes him by the head and drops to his knees with a jawbreaker, then rolls to his corner and tags Jones in again. Vince Jones steps into the ring and promptly spits directly in the face of Thunder. The crowd explodes in boos as Thunder shoots up, eyes wide with anger. Jones begins to laugh but Thunder suddenly dives out, spearing Jones to the mat! The fans go wild as Thunder mounts Jones and begins wailing away, hammering his shocked opponent!

Yale: Whoa! Vince Jones just spat in the face of young Ricky Thunder, and Thunder just went crazy! He’s out-violencing the Violence!

Bryan: And this crowd loves it! Thunder took exception to that, and suddenly he’s exploded! We’ve never seen this out of the usually mellow and affable Ricky Thunder, but he’s going to town on Vince Jones!

The two roll out of the ring and rise on the outside. Jones tags Thunder with a hard right, but Ricky shrugs it off and continues landing punches! Thunder fires away until Jones slumps against the guardrail, and Thunder nails him with a clothesline that sends him out to the crowd! The fans scatter as Thunder hops over the barricade and pulls Jones up, continuing to land his big right hands! The four men in the ring simply watch on in mutual shock, amazed at the sudden outburst! Even the official is so shocked he decides against making a count!

Bryan: Wow! Ricky Thunder is taking the fight right at Vince Jones, and "The Violence" is on his heels!

Yale: I never saw that coming! But Ricky Thunder has had enough of being the lovable one in that group! Ha!

Jones begins to battle back, and the two continue battling through the crowd, further and further from the ring. Almasy simply shrugs and steps into the ring, taking Thunder’s place. Savige does the same, and the match continues in the ring!

Bryan: Well, Thunder and Jones have just battled out of sight, so I guess we’re going to continue this as a traditional four-man tag!

Almasy and Savige tie up, and Savige takes over with a side headlock. Almasy backs into the ropes and shoots Savige off to the other side, but Savige drops Almasy with a shoulder tackle. Savige hits the ropes again and hops over the still-lying Almasy. Savige bounces in again and Almasy catches him with a beautiful spinning heel kick! The crowd erupts as Almasy makes a cover, but Rollins is already on his way in for the save. But Almasy was waiting, and he suddenly spins around and tackles Rollins to the mat! Almasy begins hammering The Renegade to the delight of the crowd, and Rollins can do nothing but cover up!

Yale: What a move by Almasy! He had the cover on Savige, but he was baiting Rollins into the ring! And now Almasy’s unloading on Rollins!

Savige reaches his feet and moves in behind Almasy, not overly concerned for the Renegade’s health but slowly trying to pry him off. Savige pulls Almasy off of Rollins and nails him with a stiff forearm to the back of the head, then spins Almasy around and sets him up for the Machinehead! But Stevens flies in from the turnbuckle, knocking Savige to the mat with a big missile dropkick! The crowd explodes as Savige falls to the canvas. Rollins rolls out of the ring as Almasy gets to his feet, then begins to head for the top rope!

Bryan: This is it! Almasy is going up! And when he goes up, it’s usually the other guy that goes down!

Yale: Savige got clobbered! He’s out of it! Almasy’s looking to finish it off! Here it comes!

The crowd rises as Almasy waits for Savige to stagger to his feet. He then takes off with a big spinning roundhouse, but his ankle meets a huge swing of a steel chair! The boos raining down from the crowd drown out the sound of the bell as the official immediately throws the match out. Rollins stands center ring holding his chair, glaring down at Almasy as he clutches his ankle in agony.

Bryan: DAMNIT! That damn Rich Rollins just nailed Almasy in the leg with a steel chair, and this match has ended! But Rollins may have done some serious damage here!

Yale: And that’s all he’s interested in! This match didn’t matter to the Renegade, and getting Almasy out of his hair is his goal!

The official steps between Rollins and Almasy, but Rollins slings him out of the way. With a sinister grin, Rollins opens the chair and slides it over the ankle of Almasy. The fans erupt in boos as Rollins delivers a kick to the face to subdue Almasy and heads for the turnbuckle! Rollins steps to the second rope, grinning an evil grin.

Bryan: OH NO! Someone stop this!

Yale: Almasy’s about to be Pillmanized, JB! This could be a disaster!

But Rollins never gets the chance. Michael Stevens steps between Rollins and Almasy, fists raised in readiness. The crowd explodes in cheers as Stevens dares Rollins to jump, and the Renegade merely grins back. Finally Rollins shakes his head and drops backward, flipping down and out of the ring. Rollins begins walking away to a massive chorus of boos, nonetheless happy with his accomplishment.

Bryan: Finally! Michael Stevens was there to save Almasy, and Rollins is getting the hell out of Dodge! But Rollins has made a statement… he intends to escalate this rivalry until one of them is put away for good!

Yale: This is a personal feud that just got a little more intense, JB, and by the time these two finally settle their score, I shudder to think what the consequences might be.

Stevens tosses the chair away and helps Almasy to his feet.

Andrews: The winners of this contest, as a result of a disqualification… Michael Stevens, Ricky Thunder, and Seymour Almasy!

The fans cheer appreciatively as "Otherworld" cues up again, and Stevens and Almasy stand tall together in the ring.

Yale: Ha! I forgot Ricky was in this match!

Bryan: Ricky Thunder took exception to The Violence, and those two brawled out of the arena! These two have won the match, but Rich Rollins has done the damage!

Rollins stops atop the stage, looking down at Almasy. Mockingly, Rollins takes a few steps back down the ramp, limping heavily on his left ankle. Laughing he stands again, pointing down at Almasy while shouting obscenities in his direction. Almasy attempts to give chase but Stevens restrains him, calming him down. The GCW logo appears on the screen as the fans continue to cheer.

Bryan: Fans, we’re out of time! For David Yale, I’m James Bryan, join us next week for another edition of GCW’s WORLDWIDE!

The show fades to a close as Almasy and Rollins stare each other down, the number one contender standing tall by Almasy’s side……..

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