The GCW logo slowly appears on screen, before the WorldWide intro begins to play with Rage Against the Machine’s ‘Wake Up’ blasting in the background. After a moment the scene switches to the interior of the Charlotte Center. The arena explodes in fireworks, with an amazing display rippling up the ramp to the stage! The GCW logo framing the MegaTron lights up as the crowd goes wild, thrilled to be at WorldWide! The cameras fly over the screaming fans, picking out signs like ‘Spitfire = God!’ and ‘Toad Fan For Life’. The familiar voice of James Bryan comes in right on cue to welcome us to the show.

Bryan- We’re live in the jam-packed brand-new Charlotte Arena for another edition of GCW’s WorldWide! I’m James Bryan here once again at ringside with Mr. Danger, and what a tremendous show we have for you tonight!

Danger- We’ve got a big tag team match, we’ve got Michael Stevens back in action, we’ve got Mike Hardy taking on Tristain Mayhem… The only thing this show is missing is a Mr. Danger/Big Daddy Dero match!

Bryan- That’s debatable… But indeed, we’ve got a tremendous show ahead of us, as we head into ACWF! And I have the privilege to announce that ACWF will be taking place on Wednesday, March 30th, 2005! WorldWide will step aside for the evening as we present to you the biggest show in GCW history, live on free cable TV!

Danger- It’s ridiculous that this thing isn’t on Pay-Per-View! Of course, if anyone wants to pay for it, you can send your checks to GCW, care of Mr. Danger…

Bryan- And in addition to that huge announcement, I can also announce now that GCW will present its first Pay-Per-View event of the new era in April, as we return to Warpath! The first and biggest Pay-Per-View returns, Mr. D, and what an event that should be!

Danger- There can be no doubt about it, GCW will be ready to rock by the time Warpath rolls around. I can’t wait! But first, we still have two more spots open in the ACWF World Title match, and one of them will be decided tonight.

Bryan- President Caldera said earlier today that the winner of the Jason Dread/Toxic match will gain considerable favor, though he didn’t guarantee that the winner of that match would receive the spot. But both men are definitely worthy.

Danger- Please! Toxic lost to little Mike Hardy last week, JB! How good can the guy be?

Bryan- Hey now, Hardy worked very hard in that match, and President Caldera’s guidance seems to be paying off. However, right now I’m told that it’s time for the Michael Stevens Birthday Bash…

Danger- I can’t wait for this thing, JB! Michael Stevens is one of the top technical wrestlers in the world today, and you can’t honestly tell me you’re not getting just a little bit excited thinking about this!

Bryan- I couldn’t possibly get ‘excited’ sitting next to you…

The lights go dim, and fire erupts from two columns on either side of the entranceway, as "I Want To Rule The World" by Bad Religion begins blaring over the speakers, and Michael Stevens begins making his way down to the ring. The fans being to boo furiously, as he smiles broadly at all of them, and gold balloons with "Happy 25th Spitfire" written in fiery letters begin to fall from the rafters. Stevens wears a powder blue tuxedo, with bright red ruffles, and a pair of Velcro sneakers. As he gets to ringside he slides into the ring, and produces a microphone from an inside pocket of his jacket.

Danger- Look at this, JB! I haven’t seen this kind of spectacle since Ali/Spinks!

Bryan- Oh, please…

Michael Stevens- Hullo fans of GCW, it’s me Michael Stevens, your idol, the man you wish you could be, and it’s my BIRTHDAY!

He pauses for a moment with his hands raised out to the side as if he were basking in the cheers of the crowd, but in reality, they’re continuing to boo, even louder than before.

Michael Stevens- Happy Birthday to me, that’s right, and now it’s time for a little announcement, from the birthday boy. You see I’ve been doing a whole lot of thinking since I got back to GCW, and it occurred to me, that when I lost the US title, to that ignorant sociopath Toad, that I was never given an opportunity to my contractually insured rematch.

Come on, I’m the greatest US Champ this company has ever seen, and I never even got a chance to get it back, after that brain dead knuckle dragging Neanderthal Toad stole my title away using all that hardcore garbage he likes to take with him everywhere he goes. So after having my lawyers look over the paperwork, I was presented with a choice, I could either get myself a rematch with the Toad, or I could just go after the only thing I really give a damn about MY US TITLE!

Danger- HIS US title, JB.

Bryan- Of course.

That’s right everyone out there, Mikey’s title is coming home, probably sooner rather than later. I don’t care if I’ve gotta take down that gothic reject Lestatt Knight, or whoever takes it off him once his luck runs out. It doesn’t matter whose holding the belt really, cause it’s just as anxious to come home, as I am to have it back. And if for some reason I don’t get myself a title match in the next few weeks, well Steven will just have to deal with my lawyers, and really doesn’t Spitfire Championship Wrestling have a nice ring to it?

That’s right Steve it’s my brithday, and I want my damn gift. It’s up to you old friend, either my title, or your company. Honestly I’d rather have the title, but if I’ve gotta take your company to get it Steve, well you’ve known me long enough, what do you think I’d do?

Enough about business though, it’s my birthday, time to party. Come lets all have a good time, I sure as hell know I will. I’ve got a lot of fun things planned for tonight, so be prepared for the most fun you’ve ever had at a GCW Worldwide. Remember it’s my party, you’re just the crashers.

With that, Stevens picks up a balloon and holds it up for the camera as his music fades back in. The crowd begins throwing balloons at the ring, but they simply flutter into the air as Stevens smiles and waves at the fiery fans.

Bryan- Well, Michael Stevens has made his intentions clear, and it seems like there are two men gunning for LeStatt Knight!

Danger- The biggest man and the smartest man in GCW are shooting for the GCW US title, and LeStatt’s going to have his hands full with this one, JB!

The cameras head backstage, where we find Kevin Jacobs standing by the back door, apparently waiting for someone. The arena doors fly open as United States Champion, LeStatt Knight, walks through them. He is wearing a black trench coat, has his hair down and flowing freely. His eyes seemed to be locked forward, as if he is aiming for something, and perhaps he was. He only takes a few steps into the building when Kevin Jacobs approaches him with a smile. His smile is ripped off, when Knight just walks by him without so much as a glance. Jacobs looks a bit bewildered now, but quickly regains himself and heads towards Knight, until he is walking side by side with him.

Jacobs- Knight, after last week everyone in the wrestling world wants to know how you feel ?

Knight still doesn’t acknowledge Jacobs, just continues on in his very determined manner. Jacobs shrugs this blatant disrespect off with a laugh.

Jacobs- Okay you didn’t hear me that’s fine … LeStatt, can you tell me what you plan to do tonight against Twizzy and Octavian ?

Again LeStatt just continues to power walk through the backstage area. Jacobs seems to be breaking a small sweat trying to keep up with the far better off, Knight.

Jacobs- Knight what will happen now that Michael Stevens…

LeStatt abruptly stops in his tracks, and Jacobs is silenced, probably a bit shocked. A bit cautiously, Jacobs raises the microphone to Knight. Knight just continues to stare at Kevin, with those icy blue eyes, and stone cold face. Even behind his dark locks of hair, the shine from his eyes breaks through. Jacobs seems very nervous, but becomes eased a bit, when Knight smiles. Jacobs smiles back, and nods his head a bit.

Knight- Sorry Kevin, where are my manners. You wanted to know how I felt about Michael Stevens, and my match tonight for my United States title ? Jacobs only nods Perhaps you’d like to know how I felt about beating Jhub last week, or maybe even my match with Luke Hanson at ACWF VI ? Kevin nods again with a smile. Knight chuckles a bit and looks away for only a brief moment Well Kevin, it goes like this.

Knight now with the quickness of a cat, wraps his hands around Kevin Jacobs’ throat and lifts him off his feet, pinning him on the wall behind them, his feet dangling. Knight’s face is full of rage now, as he gets close to Kevin’s face.

Knight- You congratulate Hanson and Stevens for me Kevin … you congratulate them on getting my full attention. Then you give them one bit of advice.

Jacobs- barely being able to speak What ?

Knight- with a devilish grin To enjoy their last days as free men.

With that Knight lets Kevin drop, and after a few moments of just staring down at the interviewer walks away, perhaps in search of his new found enemies, and GCW fades to a commercial break.

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The scene fades backstage where we see Zippy. He's all geared up for his upcomming match... if you could consider him to actually be wearing gear. Nevertheless, he seems ready except for one thing- he needs an orange soda. Where better to get an Orange Soda than from a vending machine? In front of the resident idiot, a vending machine stands tall -- the third button marks the orange soda. Zippy's glare is hard as he eyes the vending machine as if the two were about to draw guns like in the old western movies. Slowly, Zippy's arm lowers to his waist as if he was going to draw a gun. He freezes, keeping an eye on the vending machine that stands approximately ten paces ahead of him. His fingers wiggle, and a small bead of sweat drips from his forehead. Then, with unexpected speed, his hand flies into the pocket of his Tom and Jerry Pajama pants, and quickly draws out a dollar bill and aims it toward the vending machine. A small hardened gunslinger smile eases it's way across Zippy's young face as he slowly approaches the vending machine with his dollar extended. Ten paces later, Zippy is toe to base with the vending machine. He thrusts the dollar forward into the Dollar slot, and it slides in. A second later, the vending machine spits the dollar out, and Zippy jumps up and down furiously.

Zippy- I want my orange soda!

Within seconds a big intimidating figure's shadow appears behind Zippy as he slowly turns around and sees the mammoth Niklas Bauer behind him.

Niklas Bauer- Lassen Sie uns gehen Zippy wir haben ein Gegenstück. (Let's go Zippy we have a match)

Zippy tilts his head and cocks an eyebrow as he bites his lower lip a bit in comtemplation. His eyes dart left and dart right, before his face lightens up quickly.

Zippy- Hir uhns gen een gen-stook-a-what?

Bauer tugs on Zippy's arm and tries to pull him along.

Bauer- Wir müssen jetzt wir haben ein Gegenstück gehen, zu gewinnen. (We must go now we have a match to win.)

Zippy pulls back, even though it doesn't do much do to his exceptionally small size -- especially compared to Bauer. With his other arm, Zippy reaches out and grabs hold of the vending machin for the extra support. He manages to wiggle his arm free of Bauer's light hold, and then hugs the vending machine.

Zippy- Moose-and-jets wur stook joo ge-wi-nin-nin-nin! Iech vant Oranze Zoda!

Bauer gives an inquizative look at Zippy as to why his likes his Orange Soda so much.

Bauer- Was machen Sie zu das Maschinen Zippy? Wenn Sie es mehr Sie umarmen, werden zu ihm engagiert werden. Andererseits sieht es aus, wie Sie schon sind. (What are you doing to that machine Zippy? If you hug it anymore you'll be engaged to it. Then again it looks like you already are.)

Zippy peers over his shoulder, ensuring Bauer is a few paces away, and slowly lets go of the vending machine. He reaches down for the dollar bill, and quickly tries to, once more, feed the vending machine his money. Again, the crumpled and torn dollar is spit out and Zippy falls to his butt infront of the vending machine and fakes crying.

Zippy- Ich habe apfelmus in me-nem bauk-nabel!

Bauer looks stunned and confused but looks down at Zippy's shirt but doesn't see a mark of applesauce anywhere.

Bauer- Versuchen Sie, die deutsche Sprache zu verspotten? Verspotten Sie alles, für den ich stehe? (Are you trying to mock the German language? Are you mocking everything which I stand for?)

Zippy practically ignores Bauer and stands up, and confronts the vending machine once more. In the distance, fans are heard. Apparently, the show has started and Allied Chaos has already made their way to the ring. Zippy turns around and looks at Bauer, frowning. He bites his lower lip, and begins walking towards the entrance area. Only a second later, Zippy comes charging back at full speed until he collides with the vending machine. A loud thud greets his collision, and unlike the vending machine, Zippy falls. He lays on the ground for a moment, and twitches.

Bauer- Machen welche die Hölle Sie? (What the hell are you doing?)

Bauer just stares at Bauer and leaves because he doesn't care if Zippy is alright. He turns away and heads toward the ring because with Zippy or without Zippy he's going to be a one man wrecking crew tonight. After a few seconds, Zippy stands up, and runs after Bauer.

Zippy- Wait!! I need to borrow a dollar...!

The show heads to ringside as Points of Authority by Linkin Park hits overhead. The crowd rises to its feet as Allied Chaos emerges on stage, the lovely Mallory right behind them. The two give each other an overly enthusiastic high five, earning an amused laugh from the crowd, and they hit the ring running. They appear to be pumping each other up in the ring as a James Bond-sounding theme hits next! The crowd explodes in cheers for the return of Zippy to action! Zippy runs out on stage wearing an odd combination of plaid pajama pants and a black sport coat, and carries what appears to be a toy dart gun to the ring. Zippy stealthily sneaks to the ring and hops onto the apron, finding Allied Chaos inside. Zippy fires off a shot at Kyle Niker, and the dart sticks right to Niker’s face, right between the eyes! The crowd explodes in laughter as Niker angrily snatches the dart off his face. Zippy attempts to load another dart but Allied Chaos grab hold of him and toss him into the ring.

Wer Bist Du hits next and out comes Niklas Bauer with his translator close behind. His music quickly fades as the bell sounds, and Allied Chaos begins working over Zippy. The official ushers Kyle out of the ring and Connor begins the match. Bauer slowly saunters to his corner and quietly takes a position opposite Kyle. Connor nails Zippy with a quick scoop slam, but Zippy lunges up with a kick to the face. Zippy springs back to his feet and slips behind Connor, hooking him into the Zip Lock! The crowd laughs as Connor grimaces while Zippy pulls on his ears while holding onto the full nelson. Connor finally powers out and lunges out to tag Kyle, who charges in with a clothesline.

Zippy ducks, leaning way back like he’s in the Matrix. Kyle, confused, turns around only to get a stiff sidekick to the sternum! Kyle flies back into the turnbuckle and Zippy charges, sending Kyle flying with a monkey flip. Connor tags himself back in as Kyle gets back to his feet and backs away from Zippy. As Zippy moves towards Kyle, Connor crushes him from behind with a big clothesline to the back of the head.

Connor whips Zippy into the ropes and takes him down with an impressive high leg clothesline. Connor then jumps to his feet with his arms in the air, earning a big chorus of boos from the crowd. As Connor turns, he finds himself face to face with Bauer on the turnbuckle. Connor’s legs instantly buckle underneath him and he quickly scrambles back to his corner. Mallory shouts at Connor to focus, and Connor nails Zippy with a leg drop followed by a two count.

Connor scoops Zippy up and nails a gutwrench powerbomb. Connor then tags Kyle back in and holds Zippy up, allowing Kyle to nail Zippy in the ribs with a hard knee. Kyle continues the assault with a sharp backbreaker and a cover for the two count. Kyle then tags Connor back in and heads for the turnbuckle. Connor picks up Zippy and drags him to the opposite corner. Connor takes a seat on the turnbuckle with Kyle opposite him. Connor then nails Zippy with a Tornado DDT, and Kyle instantly plants Zippy with a huge frog splash, a move they call the Chaos Equation!

The crowd oohs as Allied Chaos get to their feet and begin leaping in the air, celebrating as if they’ve won. Mallory screams at them to cover Zippy, but over the commotion from the crowd they don’t hear. As they high five and congratulate each other, Zippy slowly rolls over and tags in Bauer. Bauer steps through the ropes and stands menacingly behind Allied Chaos, who see his shadow cast on the canvas. They slowly turn and spot the massive German. Instantly both men dive through the ropes and begin sprinting up the ramp, as Bauer considers giving chase. The official begins his ten count as Mallory chases Allied Chaos, insisting they continue the match, but Kyle and Connor simply huddle together behind the stage, peering out at the ring as they watch the official complete his ten count!

Winners: Niklas Bauer and Zippy

Bauer simply shakes his head as Zippy smiles and painfully stands behind him. The crowd cheers wildly for Zippy, until Bauer spins around and hooks Zippy in the full nelson, driving him down with a huge Das Holocaust! The crowd oohs and boos Bauer as he angrily storms out of the ring, heading backstage. The official checks on Zippy, who for his part appears to be smiling goofily.

The camera picks up on Michael Stevens walking backstage presumably towards his dressing room. A couple stagehands wish him a happy birthday, and he smiles at them before walking past. Soon he arrives in front of a door marked with his name, he enters to find the room totally dark, he flicks on a light switch, and jumps back at the sight he’s greeted by.

ALL- SURPRISE!

Standing in the middle of the room, is a huge cake, and surrounding the cake are figures from Michael’s past, his old crew. Alex "If Mullets Could Kill" Morgan stands with his arms crossed over his chest and a big smile on his face to the left of the cake. Beside him is none other than Jimmie the Retarded Sailor, his balding head shines, and his eyes are filled with tears as his over small sailor suit strains to hold in the girth of his belly. On the right of the cake is Punk Princess Sheena Ramone, dressed for the occasion in her skimpiest pink Catholic school girl outfit, with matching bright pink hair.

Michael Stevens- Ah christ….

Sheena- Aren’t you glad to see us Mikey? We couldn’t resist showing up for you birthday, cause we just know you missed us!

It takes a moment for the disgust in Stevens face to turn into something resembling a smile. He shakes his head sadly while muttering "Why me?" under his breath. Quickly however he regains his composure and smiles up at his "friends".

Michael Stevens- Yeah, of course I’m happy to see you guys it seems like just yesterday I fired all of you.

Alex Morgan- Ah we knew you was just jokin boss.

Jimmie- UNCLE MIKEY!

The ‘Tard began jumping up and down and clapping his hands.

Michael Stevens- Yeah, joking sure.

Sheena- Of course you were honey, now come on it’s party time, we’ve got a cake and everything. And really there just might be another surprise gift in there….

Michael’s eyes light up, we can tell he remembers Sheena’s old habit of surprising him by bringing other gorgeous women to their bed. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all…

Michael Stevens- Excellent, maybe this’ll be a party after all.

He heads towards the cake, and just at that moment, the top explodes, and out pops CURIOUSLY BRUCE THE GAY MIDGET! Decked out in his traditional lime green leisure suit, the Miniature Man Mountain of Molten Machismo is in rare form as he begins to sing in an overly breathey voice…

Curiously Bruce- Happy Birthday Mr. Honey Ass…

Michael Stevens- Ugh….shoulda known.

Bruce hopes out of the cake, upon hitting the floor begins humping Michael’s leg, it was of course his traditional greeting. The others seeing this, all proceed to mash Stevens into the middle of a big group hug!

Michael Stevens- GODDAMNIT! Get off me you freaks. Listen, I’m glad you’re all here, I think you guys can help me out with a couple things I’ve got planned for tonight…

The scene fades out, and we find Jason Dread in Steven Caldera’s office. Mike Hardy is doing some squats in the back of the room, warming up for his match. Caldera sits in his chair, feet propped on the desk casually. For his part, Dread seems intense and ready to get to the point.

Dread- Listen, I made a challenge, and I just want to know why it wasn’t answered.

Caldera- Because, Jason, I have to protect my investment! I can’t have you and Octavian destroying each other before the biggest show in GCW history! If you two beat each other up too bad to compete, that’s a big hole left in my plans. I simply cannot allow that to happen!

Dread chuckles in disbelief, leaning towards Caldera for emphasis.

Dread- You grant people’s requests all the time. Besides, it’s not BOTH of us getting hurt, just him!

Caldera- I’m sorry, Jason. I cannot give you a no DQ match with Octavian. Period.

Dread turns angrily and reaches for the door, but quickly retracts his hand.

Dread- Fine. You can prevent us from getting in the ring together. But rest assured, if I see a chance to get my hands on Octavian, I’m going to take it, regardless of the circumstances. And on top of that, you can control what we do in the building, but not what we do outside of it. So, just for your information, and for Octavian’s information, I’ll be waiting in the parking lot all night next week in New York. If Octavian has the balls, he’ll meet me there, and we’ll just have our little contest outside the confines of the ring. No bells. No referees. Just man to man. And there’s nothing you can do about that!

With that, Dread pauses to give Caldera one last hard look, then turns and swings the door open to leave. Caldera sighs and stands angrily, turning back to Hardy. Hardy seems to happy to care what Dread had to say, and simply waves as he continues his warm-ups.

Caldera- Damnit.
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We fade into an office looking setting where Luke Hanson stands in front of a rather petite and attractive young woman in a very low cut suit, and an incredibly short skirt.

Sheena- Hello, I’m Dr. Ramone, and you’re Luke Hanson correct?

Hanson- Yeah. Look, Doctor, I know this is mandatory, and I'm well aware of the need of more than just one shrink in this of all places...bunch of fucking nut jobs running around with big metal objects hitting each other and such...but I do have a match in about half an hour.

Sheena- Oh, that's fine, this shouldn’t take too long really, I’ve just got a few questions for you.

Hanson- Ok, great, long as we're clear.

Sheena- So what was your family like...

The shot abruptly leaves the two and heads to the office of Steven Caldera, where Caldera is talking on his cell. Without warning Allied Chaos comes barging in, still dressed in their wrestling gear, looking a little worse for the wear after their scare from Niklas Bauer...

Kyle- Mr. Caldera this is an outrage!

Caldera motions to the phone, but AC just isn't taking the hint...

Connor- That guy was just way too big and way too strong!

Exasperated Caldera finishes the call...

Caldera- Yeah, listen I'm sorry but I'm going to have to get back to you. Right. Talk to you later.

He disconnects the call and turns to AC shaking his head...

Caldera- Look, you guys should be off the premises by now. I have given you not one, but two chances to prove yourselves, to earn your way into GCW and you've failed. Enough is enough guys, you're wasting my time.

Kyle- But Mr. Caldera-

Caldera- No! I've had enough of you two. Now pack your bags and hit the road.

Connor falls to his knees and grabs Caldera around the legs as the GCW exec turns to leave...

Connor- Please Mr. Caldera! We're begging you, give us another chance.

Kyle- We promise we'll get it right this time!

Caldera- Promise you'll get it right? You two are the most unbelievable-

Connor- Athletes in GCW?

Caldera- No.

Kyle- Negotiators in the business?

Caldera- No! Screw ups of all time!

Kyle and Connor- Oh...

Both men look defeated, faces drooping as they turn to leave. Caldera does likewise, but then stops...

Caldera- Wait a second.

Kyle and Connor turn back, faces beaming...

Connor- *whispering to Kyle* I don't believe that worked.

Kyle- *whispering back* Puppy dog face gets 'em everytime!

Caldera- I'm a believer in the notion of "third times a charm."

AC smile...

Caldera- And also "three strikes and you're out"!

Smiles disappear...

Caldera- So, I'm giving you guys one more chance. One more goal to accomplish. If you can do it, I'll give you your contracts.

AC smile and nod...

Caldera- But screw this one up and that's it. You and GCW are through, clear?

Kyle- No problem.

Connor- Crystal clear.

Kyle- So what is it you want us to do.

Caldera- There's someone I want taken care of.

Connor- Oooh sounds exciting! What is it, you want us to take out Tristain Mayhem?

Caldera- No...

Kyle- Oh, I know, you want us to kneecap Octavian, right?

Caldera- Not even close.

Connor- It's not Bauer again is it? 'Cause you saw what we were capable of against him already and it wasn't pretty.

Caldera- No, no, no. Perhaps taken care of is the wrong terminology to use...there is someone who I want you to...well...babysit.

As Connor and Kyle stare confusedly at each other, Caldera opens a nearby door. There, spinning round and round in circles, arms spread wide in simulation of an airplane is...Zippy! Zippy stops spinning for a moment and rubs his head painfully, then continues his twirl.

Caldera- Bauer kinda knocked him silly. Fortunately, he can’t get any sillier than he already is. But either way, I need someone to watch after him, just in case there are any… side effect from the match.

Kyle- No!

Connor- Anyone but him!

Caldera- You guys want your contracts right?

He ushers them into the room. AC are too dumbfounded to speak...

Caldera- Have fun guys, I know you will.

He closes the door behind them, takes a moment to reflect, then chuckles at his decision... The cameras then rejoin Luke Hanson, who is still lying on the couch talking with Sheena.

Sheena- So you think your father never really loved you, is that it?

Hanson- I just spent fifteen minutes explaining to you my relationship with my parents is about as perfect as any the volatile human psyche can allow. Are you even listening to me?

Sheena continues to scribble on her clipboard, a smile at the corner of her lips, while Hanson, though slightly agitated, continues to stare at her ample and, oh, "well-adjusted" cleavage.

Sheena- Hmmm. Yes, rageaholic.

Hanson- arches eyebrow I'm sorry?

Sheena- No, no, it's fine. This profession, as well as an obviously scarring homelife, can easily lead a young man down a rage-filled path.

Hanson rolls his eyes and, out of habit, looks at his watch. His eyes widen and he rises from the couch.

Hanson- Look, I'm about to be late for my match, and frankly this has become a crock of--

Sheena- It's not unusual at all for a lack of a father's affection to drive a man to the lifestyle you are currently living. But I'm sorry, I know it must be difficult being a homosexual in such a testosterone-driven profession.

Hanson- What the hell are you talking about? Did you even go to scho--

Sheena- Now now Mr. Hanson you know everything said here will be held in my strictest confidence. You don’t have to hide anything, especially not from me...And has anyone ever told you how sexy you look on a leather couch?

Hanson's jaw drops as a range of emotions including but certainly not limited to anger, confusion, horniness, frustration, and shock lead his face to contort in man different ways at once. A door behind Sheena opens and a small man clad only in a pair of chaps enters.

Sheena- Yes, I think you and my dear friend Bruce here would be perfectly suited for one another.

Bruce licks his lips and charges Hanson, who vaults backwards over the couch. Bruce smiles and begins chasing Hanson around the couch. After a couple of laps they stop and look at each other, Hanson seeming as though an obvious lightbulb has gone off far too late in his head, and Bruce looking more and more like Richard Simmons every second. Bruce begins to chase Hanson again, but Hanson simply waits on Bruce and sends him on a 540 degree roller coaster ride via a "legline". Hanson begins to sprint out the door in anger, but stops and looks back at Sheena, who has been laughing hysterically. She now drops the clipboard and screams as Hanson advances on her--and kisses her like nobody's business. He attempts to let her go, but finds himself locked in a death grip of sorts, Sheena’s hands start going to all the right places, and Hanson stops fighting. However quickly he seems like he remembers he’s got a match, and pries her off him. He smiles, says "later baby" and bolts out the door.

The cameras return to ringside, where Icon of Legends hits and Tristain Mayhem emerges to a huge chorus of boos. Mayhem saunters to the ring and pauses occasionally to eye the attractive ladies in the crowd. Mayhem finally gets to the ring and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle. Broken Promises hits next and the crowd explodes with a HUGE pop for Mike Hardy! Hardy excitedly jumps out on stage, with the well-dressed Steven Caldera right behind him. Caldera leans over and begins whispering some last minute advice to Hardy as both men eye Mayhem. Hardy nods and finally slides into the ring, confidently staring down Mayhem as the bell sounds.

Mayhem strides into the center of the ring and gives a condescending glance at Hardy. Mayhem smiles cockily and gives Hardy a little shove, trying to intimidate him. Hardy simply stands his ground and smiles right back in Mayhem’s face. Mayhem shoves Hardy again, and Hardy still refuses to back down. Mayhem then rears back and delivers a sharp slap across Hardy’s face, but this time Hardy responds with a hard right hand that sends Mayhem right down on his ass!

A shocked Mayhem gets back up, but Hardy begins pummeling him with hard knife edge chops, followed by a nice standing dropkick. Mayhem falls back into the turnbuckle and Hardy instantly hops onto his shoulders, tossing him out with a hurricanrana! Hardy hooks the legs on the follow through for a very close two count early in the match! Mayhem gets back to his feet and glares at Hardy, who is giving him another confident smile. Mayhem looks out at Caldera in bewilderment, and Caldera simply glares. Mayhem takes off and throws a clothesline at Hardy, but Hardy turns it right into an armdrag into an armbar.

Mayhem powers his way back to his feet and shoves Hardy off into the ropes, but grabs a handful of hair and pulls Hardy down from behind. The official admonishes Mayhem for the dirty trick, but Mayhem ignores him and waits for Hardy to stand. Mayhem hits a bit neckbreaker, then backs into the ropes. Hardy stands again and Mayhem charges, but he blows by Hardy and hits Caldera with a baseball slide! The crowd explodes with boos as Caldera goes down, and Mayhem laughs at the fallen President.

However, Hardy recovers and pulls Mayhem back into a school boy, earning another near fall. Mayhem quickly gets back to his feet and hits a huge standing powerslam on Hardy, who promptly rolls into the fetal position. Mayhem pulls him back and hits a DDT, followed by a two count. Mayhem then locks on a side headlock as he glares at Caldera, who is back on his feet and calmly brushing himself off.

Mayhem seems confused as to why Caldera doesn’t seem affected by his attack, and the distraction allows Hardy to slither free. Hardy crawls away from Mayhem, but Mayhem shoves him into the turnbuckle and begins hammering him with closed rights and lefts. Mayhem then grabs two handfuls of Hardy’s hair and beals him across the ring! The official screams at Mayhem, but Sleazy T ignores him. Mayhem gets to Hardy and sets him up in the corner, hitting a hard knife-edge chop. Mayhem then whips Hardy hard to the other corner, and Hardy leaps high into the air, landing perfectly on the top rope!

Mayhem is shocked, but can’t move out of the way fast enough as Hardy leaps back with a suicidal corkscrew plancha! Both men hit the canvas hard as the crowd explodes! Hardy turns to Caldera, who simply shakes his head. Hardy seems confused but waits for Mayhem to get to his feet. Hardy then nails Mayhem with a big clothesline, turning back to Caldera. Again, Caldera shakes his head no. Hardy grimaces and heads for the turnbuckle, again waiting for Mayhem to rise.

Mayhem staggers back to his feet and walks right into a big flying cross body by Hardy! Hardy hooks the leg for the two count, and Mayhem immediately begins climbing to his feet. Mayhem throws a delirious clothesline at Hardy, who ducks behind him and hooks him for the Waterfall! The crowd explodes but Mayhem kicks his leg back, nailing Hardy with a low blow. The official motions to throw the match out, but Caldera instantly shouts at him to let it go. The official reluctantly turns away from the timekeeper and watches as both men struggle to their feet.

Mayhem picks Hardy up and nails a harsh piledriver, covering him slowly. Hardy somehow manages to get a shoulder up, and Mayhem is livid! Mayhem points an accusing finger at Caldera, moving to the ropes threateningly. Caldera begins to loosen his tie as Mayhem ushers him into the ring, and the crowd explodes! Caldera slowly slides off his jacket and prepares to enter the ring, but Hardy moves in behind Mayhem! Hardy flips Mayhem over and nails the Waterfall, eliciting a HUGE eruption from the crowd! Caldera counts along as Hardy makes the cover… 1… 2… 3! Hardy wins again!

Winner: Mike Hardy

"Do the Evolution" blares throughout the arena as Toxic comes storming towards the ring. Hardy and Caldera stare at him confused expressions on their faces.

Bryan- Now what does he want?

Mr. Danger- When Toxic wants something he usually doesn’t ask for it.

Toxic gets halfway down the ramp and knocks down a cameraman with a stiff right hand. He then takes the camera and smashes it hard against the ground. Toxic produces a mic from his pocket and begins to speak.

Toxic- You’re going to do something for me Steven. Right here and now you’re going to put me in ACWF VI!

The crowd boos. Caldera grabs his own microphone and turns back to face Toxic.

Caldera- And why should I do that?

The crowd cheers.

Toxic- Because I am the former GCW Champion and I deserve to be in that match!

Caldera- Correction, you’re the former XW Champion and therefore that gives you no rights at all.

Toxic- GCW, XW, no matter what name you put on it the same blood runs through it!

Caldera nods at this and so does Hardy.

Toxic- So here’s the deal, this show does not go on until I get put in that match so I can reclaim what was STOLEN from me! In other words…I’M NOT MOVING AN INCH!

The crowd boos heavily.

Caldera- Well I could just have security remove you (cheers), but I’ll make you a deal. Whoever wins your match tonight will get a spot in ACWF.

Toxic grins.

Toxic- Beat Dread? That’s honestly all it takes to impress you? Well you know me…eager to impress. You got a deal.

Caldera smiles and begins walking up the ramp with Hardy. When he gets to the top he turns back again to Toxic.

Caldera- I forgot about the stipulation for this match though.

Toxic raises an eyebrow.

Caldera- There will be a special guest referee. FORMER GCW WORLD CHAMPION…TWISTED!

The crowd erupts in cheers as Toxic looks like he’s about to go into convulsions. "Established" hits and Caldera and Hardy head to the back with a big grin on their collective face.

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Twisted sits in the backstage area solemn and depressed. He’s slumped down on a piece of sound equipment with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. Kevin Jacobs wanders around the backstage looking for someone to interview. As he passes by various workers he always gives them a happy greeting, which is usually ignored. As Kevin sees Twizzy he stops and grabs his microphone quickly.

Kevin Jacobs – Hello GCW fans. I’m Kevin Jacobs, here with a former GCW World Heavyweight Champion and a contestant in the ACWF VI match. That man is Twisted. How are you, Twizzy?

Twizz doesn’t move a muscle. He just sits.

Kevin Jacobs – Twizzy, what are your plans for ACWF? Surely you’ll be going in with a plot to take down the competition. What is it? Tell the world!

This does garner a reaction from Twisted, however very small. Twisted simply rolls his eyes upward to look at Kevin.

Kevin Jacobs – Well, I could see how you wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise. But what about tonight? You’re facing Octavian and LeStatt Knight for Knight’s US title. On the one hand you could win GCW’s second most prestigious title from, who people are saying is, the best competitor in GCW today and also get a good look at one of your opponents for the World Title. On the other hand you and Octavian could be Knight’s first victims in his latest spree. What do you think of that.

Twizzy sighs and looks forward once again. Kevin slumps his shoulders with a look of pity on his face.

Kevin Jacobs – What’s wrong big guy?

He sits down next to Twisted and puts his arm around Twizzy’s shoulder.

Kevin Jacobs – It’ll be okay. Tomorrow’s a brand new day.

Twizzy looks at the long time GCW interviewer.

Twisted – Are you saying that the sun will come out tomorrow?

Kevin Jacobs – Well, to be honest, I hear snow. But none of that matters. The day is what you make of it. Make it the best day of your life. So what seems to be the trouble? As soon as you get it off of your chest it’ll feel like a weight has been lifted right off your shoulders.

Twisted – How does that work out?

Kevin Jacobs – I… don’t… know.

Twisted – Well, I don’t feel like talking about it right now.

Kevin Jacobs – Maybe later then. Come on, let’s go get you some ice cream from the caterer. I know where she keeps the strawberry.

Kevin pulls Twisted to his feet and the two walk down the hallway looking like a father trying to cheer up his son after his first big breakup. The show then heads back to ringside.

Once again, no music played through the arena as the Dark Messiah made his way out to the ring. Once again, the fans in the arena booed him, becoming the actual music for his ring entrance. TDM paid it no mind as he simply walked to the ring, and entered it, dressed to wrestle. He stood in the ring, and faced a man who’d not yet been seen on GCW television.

Hardcore followers of the wrestling industry would recognize him as Ethan Knight, an associate of tSC and RPW’s Violence Jack, and a good friend of Maxwell. The two shook hands in the middle of the ring, as referee Tony Salazar signaled for the bell to ring.

Quickly, the two men circled. Knight shot in first, as the two men tied up. Knight broke it down to a side headlock. Maxwell quickly reversed it to a hammerlock, as Knight slapped his arm twice. Maxwell lifted him into the air, and as he did, Knight put his free arm around TDM’s head. He brought him down to the canvas with a sitting headlock.

TDM battled to his feet, and as he did so, Knight let go of the headlock, trying to pull TDM in for an armbar. Instead TDM whipped Knight to the ropes, and caught him on the return with a simple clothesline. Knight went down to a knee, and TDM capitalized, locking in a headlock.

The fans started their uneasy stirring, angry that this was wasting their time. TDM smiled, and transferred from a headlock to an armbar. Knight stood, and reversed it, putting TDM through the arm wringer, followed by that really lame arm snapping thing that wrestlers do after an armbar.

TDM sold it as if he’d been shot in the shoulder, and crumpled to the canvas. Knight rolled him over and got a quick two count, before TDM got his shoulder up. Knight was back on the offensive immediately, locking TDM in another rear chinlock. He’d had enough, and started to battle to his feet. Knight released the hold, and as TDM turned, he launched a fist to TDM’s head.

The fans started to buzz, as TDM looked at Knight with anger, hoping that this would snap the him out of this wrestling funk, and they wouldn’t have to be bored for ten minutes. Again, Knight threw a punch at TDM, knocking him back a bit. Knight grabbed TDM’s off arm, and lauched him at the ropes. TDM returned, and Knight lifted himself off the canvas, and delivered a textbook dropkick.

The fans went ballistic. Who would have thought a simple dropkick would have made them go nuts? Knight pumped the fans up for a second and dropped in for the cover.

One.

Two.

Kickout. Knight sat up, and again, lifted TDM off the mat. He started to throw him at the ropes again, but this time he was reversed. He came off the ropes and launched himself at the Dark Messiah, but TDM was ready for him. He caught him in mid air. Again, the fans started to buzz. Last time they saw TDM catch someone off the ropes, he dropped them down with the Fall from Grace, his piledriver variant.

This time, however, he simply let go, and turned Knight to his feet, and locked in a sleeper behind him.

That did it. The crowd again started to launch things into the ring. Popcorn, nachos, sodas, beers, whatever wasn’t nailed down, it entered the ring. And curiously, another sound came into the arena as TDM watched the aisleway.

Winner: The Dark Messiah

The Natural Born Killer had made his presence known with his theme music.

NBK- What the f*ck is this? GCW goes away for a year, and you turn into a pussy? Where’s the intensity, Maxwell? Where’s the drive? What happened to the man that threw me off a building in Memphis?

The Dark Messiah threw Knight across the ring, and to the outside, as he grabbed a microphone.

TDM- Hey, Jordan. How’s mommy?

NBK’s face turned red as he stared at his former nemesis. For fans that don’t know, The Dark Messiah had a bit of a relationship with NBK’s MILF of a mother back in the heyday of GCW. Maxwell just smiled at NBK’s anger.

TDM- I thought you’d approve of the new Messiah, Jordan. After all, you were the last victim. I figured if anyone else would appreciate the fact I’m not in the career ruining business, you would be the first one in line to thank me.

NBK- I don’t care what you do. But, this sorry excuse for wrestling is unacceptable. You’re not keeping the traditions of the wrestlers of old alive. You’re simply copping out to the fact that you can’t handle business in the ring anymore, so now you’re covering your disability with a sham.

The fans popped huge to NBK’s words as TDM just smiled.

NBK- The fact is, as another wrestler at another company said, "Evolution is inevitable". If you want to get in the way of the evolution of this business, Maxwell, then it’s simply going to pass you by. And no matter how many times you come out here, and put on your little rest holds, these fans aren’t going to respect you, and Caldera’s never going to allow any person from GCW in the ring with you.

TDM smiled still, through burning eyes full of rage.

NBK- Admit it, Pete. You know you want to walk up this aisle, grab me by the throat and spike my head into the concrete. Don’t you?

NBK started to walk towards the ring, and the fans started to buzz.

NBK- Maybe you’d like to get me into that ring, and drop me off the top rope, forcing me to "repent"?

NBK reached the ring steps and looked upwards. He looked back at TDM with a smile.

NBK- Or maybe you’d like to take me up into those catwalks up there, and do something so vile and criminal, that it would cement your legacy as one of the sickest bastards this sport has ever seen.

The fans cheered, confirming that yes, they would like to see NBK dead…

…just kidding. They were cheering NBK’s thought behind the words. Not his actual death. We think. NBK walked through the ropes, and stood directly in TDM’s face.

NBK- Admit it, Pete. Come on. Admit it.

Before he could speak, NBK slapped TDM across the face.

NBK- Come on. Hit me. Show your true self.

Again, TDM lifted the mic to speak, and NBK cut him off with a slap across the face. This one knocked TDM to the side a good five feet. The fans went nuts.

NBK- Come on, Pete. I can tell you’re burning up inside. You want to do things to me that are borderline criminal. Do it.

TDM turned around, and clenched his fists. His face snarled, he snorted and shook as he stared at NBK. NBK smiled, and got ready for the impact of a TDM punch.

But then, a most unlikely thing happened.

TDM took a deep breath, unclenched his fists, and wiped his brow.

And then he left the ring, booed unmercilessly. If the fans had anything left to throw at the ring, they would have. NBK looked at TDM in shock as he simply walked up the aisle, without so much as turning around. There was no smile on his face, and the rage in his eyes was gone. NBK, yelled up the aisle, calling TDM every name in the book.

This wasn’t over. Not by a longshot.

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WorldWide returns, and we find Mike Hardy seated on Steven Caldera’s desk. Caldera is leaning against the back wall, his jacket off and tie loosened. He has a look of satisfaction on his face as he looks at Hardy. Hardy has removed his pads and seems drenched with sweat, but is incredibly excited. The crowd cheers wildly for Hardy as he appears on the MegaTron, his arms moving quickly animating his excitement.

Hardy- You kept saying ‘No, it’s not time yet,’ and I couldn’t understand, but man, you’re a genius!

Caldera- I have been told that…

Hardy- Seriously! First Toxic, now Tristain Mayhem?! I’m on a roll, baby! Nobody can stop me!

Caldera- Well, maybe it’s time for a little lesson on overconfidence, Mike. After all, you’re not invincible-

Caldera is cut off by the thunderous slam of the steel door on brick wall. Niklas Bauer storms through the door and glares at Caldera, while Troy Newman quietly enters the room and closes the door behind them. Hardy is still all smiles, though a bit annoyed that Bauer has interrupted his moment of glory. Bauer begins shouting some angry commands at Caldera. Caldera stands and takes a few steps towards Bauer, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at Newman.

Caldera- What did he say?

Newman- Mr. Bauer wants to know why he was scheduled to team with Zippy to face Allied Chaos tonight.

Caldera- Well, tell Mr. Bauer that he should feel lucky he was on the show at all tonight.

Caldera cautiously studies Bauer as Newman repeats his words in German. Bauer instantly begins shouting again, taking a few steps towards Caldera and looking quite ticked off.

Newman- Mr. Bauer says he demands to be given consideration for the ACWF match. And he wonders how a team with Zippy will help him do that.

Caldera, not looking for trouble, tries to back away from Bauer a bit. Bauer continues inching towards the boss, looking as if he might be looking for blood. However, Mike Hardy abruptly slides off the desk and steps right in between Caldera and Bauer, staring the massive German right in the face. Bauer looks down at the much smaller Hardy and seems uncertain of what to do. Taken aback by Hardy’s boldness, Bauer forgets Caldera and begins sneering at Hardy.

Hardy- Oh, big man wants a shot at the big boys, eh?

With that, Hardy gives Bauer a massive shove to the chest. The shove barely moves Bauer, but Bauer seems confused by Hardy’s tone.

Caldera- Uh, Mike…

Hardy- Big man thinks just because he can talk like a Nazi he can come in here and push us around?

Caldera- Mike, maybe you shouldn’t…

Hardy- No, no, I want an answer! You think you can hang in the big time, big man?

Hardy shoves Bauer again, as Caldera winces, apparently expecting Hardy to be decapitated at any moment. Bauer, not understanding, gives a confused look at Newman, who reluctantly translates. Bauer’s confusion disappears as he mutters something in German, then directly addresses Hardy.

Newman- Mr. Bauer says if the little man wants a fight, they can do it in the ring, where everyone can see.

Hardy- Tell this overgrown bratwurst here that he’s got himself a date!

Hardy confidently stares Bauer down, and the massive German reluctantly turns to leave. The door slams behind him as he storms out of the room, and Caldera finally relaxes, relieved that Hardy is still alive.

Hardy- Heh, whatever. He can’t handle this!

Caldera- Sure, Mike… Sure…

Caldera simply smiles in disbelief as Hardy hops back onto the desk and continues his excited rundown of his match. The shot then heads to ringside, where the crowd sits in anticipation for another great bout.

Life’s Sweet Drug hits, and the crowd erupts for Twisted! Twizzy appears on stage wearing a striped referee’s shirt and a great big strawberry ice cream cone in his hand, which seems to have cheered him up for the moment. Twizzy contently eats the ice cream, dribbling a bit of the pink stuff on his white shirt. Twizzy climbs into the ring without paying much attention to anything but his cone as Toxic appears on stage again and the crowd explodes with boos. Toxic angrily storms to the ring, looking quite focused on winning this match, where the winner gets admitted to ACWF! Toxic hits the ring and ignores the jeering crowd, and sneers as Just Got Wicked hits. Jason Dread emerges on stage and slowly begins heading towards the ring, raising his arms in the air as the crowd explodes in cheers! Dread takes his time, infuriating the impatient Toxic, who finally steps out of the ring and charges Dread on the ramp! Dread and Toxic begin exchanging blows to the delight of the crowd!

Dread blocks a right hand and sends Toxic face first into the security rail, staggering the big man. Dread whips Toxic hard back into the rail, and Toxic hits hard with the small of his back. Dread continues pummeling Toxic, who staggers back to ringside. Dread whips Toxic towards the steel steps, but Toxic reverses and Dread hits the stairs with his knees, flipping over them with a hard thud. Twizzy glances out at the chaos outside the ring and locks eyes with Toxic, who circles the ring towards Dread.

As Toxic approaches the steps, Dread kicks the top half of the steps hard, and they dislodge, hitting Toxic hard in the knee. Toxic is hobbled and Dread quickly steps behind him, hooking his head and diving forward with a huge bulldog onto the bottom half of the steel steps! The crowd explodes with cheers as Toxic lies motionless on the floor, and Dread raises his arms in celebration once again.

Toxic painfully begins to get to his feet and Dread tosses him carelessly over the guard rail and into the first row! Fans scatter as Dread hops onto the apron and waits for Toxic to stand. Dread nimbly springboards off the second rope and flies into the crowd with a moonsault, taking out Toxic and a row of chairs! The crowd explodes and circles around the fallen men, as security struggles to keep the fans at bay. Both men painfully get to their feet and begin exchanging blows, fighting their way through the crowd!

They brawl all the way around ringside to the opposite corner, where Dread charges Toxic only to get flung back over the security rail with a back body drop. Toxic steps back into the ring area and tosses Dread back into the ring, where the bell finally sounds, signaling the official start to the match. Dread hits the ropes as Toxic steps into the ring, and Toxic shrugs off a quick flying forearm from Dread. Dread instantly springs back to his feet but gets caught in a side headlock by Toxic. Dread counters into a reverse hammerlock, but Toxic quickly reverses again with a snapmare into a chinlock. Dread struggles for a moment and then manages to slide out, and both men spring to their feet. The crowd applauds the series of moves, but Toxic cuts the moment short with a vicious boot to the face of Dread!

Toxic picks Dread up and sends him face first into the turnbuckle, then pummeling him with some hard boots to the midsection. Toxic whips Dread hard to the opposite corner, where Dread hits sternum first! Toxic follows Dread in with a clubbing blow to the back of the head, followed by a huge pump-handle slam! Toxic stares down at the writhing Dread and slowly looks up at the crowd, shouting the words ‘Impressed Yet?’ Toxic then turns to Twizzy, who has finished his ice cream cone and is just now turning his attention to the match.

Toxic picks Dread high overhead with a guerilla press, before dropping him right across the ropes gut first. Dread falls back to the mat, but Toxic continues the assault. Toxic lifts Dread up and hits him with a back elbow, sending Dread back into the turnbuckle. Toxic then lifts Dread onto the top rope, and delivers a huge top-rope superplex! The crowd gasps as the massive Toxic brings Dread down and floats over into a cover, but Twizzy doesn’t seem to understand his duty to make the count. Toxic gets back to his feet and begins waving a threatening fist at Twizzy.

Toxic and Twizzy continue to argue as Dread struggles back to his feet. Twizzy looks down at his striped shirt and suddenly seems to remember his role as referee, as Dread hooks Toxic from behind and steps forward into a Tres Flores! The crowd explodes in cheers but Dread is too hurt to capitalize. Toxic and Dread get back to their feet at the same time, and Dread takes Toxic down, going for the No Moment. Toxic struggles and Dread simply sits back, slingshotting Toxic into the turnbuckle! Toxic’s head hits the steel post and Dread rolls him right up into a schoolboy. Twizzy happily gets down on all fours for a clumsy two count.

Toxic struggles back up on the ropes and Dread charges, but Toxic ducks and tosses Dread over the top rope with a back body drop. Dread hooks the top rope and manages to land on the apron, and nails Toxic with a hard forearm. Toxic staggers out into the middle of the ring and Dread hops onto the top rope, taking off with a missile dropkick! Toxic catches Dread in midair and sits down, destroying Dread with a huge powerbomb!

Toxic slowly stands with a confident nod, and motions around his waist signifying the GCW World Title. Toxic glares over at Twizzy and orders him to prepare for the count. Twizzy cocks his head in confusion, while Dread lies motionless in the center of the ring. The crowd begins to buzz as Toxic stalks towards Twizzy, who backs away with a silly grin on his face. The crowd begins to buzz as Dread gets to his feet and charges Toxic!

Toxic senses it coming and shocks the crowd by turning and scooping Dread onto his shoulders for the Toxic Waste! Toxic turns around and looks directly at Twizzy before tossing Dread down! But Dread slides off behind Toxic and drops Toxic with a double leg takedown, sending Toxic onto his face! Dread instantly grabs Toxic’s legs and goes for the No Moment! Toxic instantly shoots off for the ropes and grabs hold, trying to pick himself back up.

Toxic gets to the ropes with Dread still holding on to one leg. Using the ropes for leverage, Toxic rears back with the other leg, hitting a low blow on Dread! Toxic moves back towards Dread, but Twizzy steps in the way. Toxic angrily shoves Twizzy out of the way with such force that Twizzy slides all the way out of the ring! Toxic locks a Texas Cloverleaf on Dread, while an annoyed Twizzy grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper!

Twizzy slides back into the ring and moves towards Toxic, but Toxic delivers a huge boot, kicking the chair back into Twizzy’s face! The chair falls to the mat next to Twizzy. Toxic looks down at Twizzy in satisfaction, but Dread is on his feet! Dread slips Toxic back into the cobra clutch and drops Toxic face first with a Tres Flores onto the chair! The fans explode as Dread covers, but Twizzy is out cold!

Dread painfully looks at Twizzy, who is lying motionless in the ring. Dread then spots something that has fallen out of Twizzy’s pocket; a small orange bottle. Dread picks it up and pops open the cap, finding a healthy supply of Twistodium inside! Dread shrugs and pours about half the bottle into Twizzy’s mouth. Twizzy twitches violently, then sits straight up! Dread covers Toxic again and Twizzy slides over to make the count! 1… 2… 3!!!! Dread is in ACWF!

Winner: Jason Dread

Twizzy and Dread both stand, and Twizzy raises Dread’s hand while small white pills spill from his mouth. Twizzy instantly gets down on all fours and begins individually collecting the pills that have fallen onto the mat while the crowd explodes with cheers.

Toxic slowly gets back to his feet, as Dread quickly slides out of the ring and heads to the back. Twizzy doesn’t notice Toxic, as he’s busy searching for the remaining pills on the mat.

Bryan- And Toxic is still left out of ACWF VI! What a huge win for Jason Dread!

Mr. Danger- And Toxic is suddenly slumping! He’s absolutely livid right now!

Toxic walks over to Twizzy and glares down at him. Twizzy looks up and smiles nervously.

Bryan- He’s looking to settle a score here! Twizzy has been a thorn in Toxic’s side for three years, and Toxic might be ready to snap!

Toxic snatches Twizzy up and plants him with a huge Toxic Waste, causing the entire crowd to leap to its feet in fury. The crowd begins shouting all manger of obscenities at Toxic as he looks down at his fallen enemy. With one smooth motion Toxic hops over the top rope to the floor and heads towards the announce table. He picks up a mic and turns his head towards the stage.

Toxic- ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

The crowd boos.

Toxic- I AM THE YOUNGEST WORLD CHAMPION IN THE HISTORY OF WRESTLING!!! AND I THINK I DESERVE SOME GOD DAMN RESPECT!!!

The crowd boos louder this time.

Toxic- I won that World Title cleanly and fairly! But what happened when this place was opened again? Was I given my title back like I rightly should have been? NO! I was put into T-shirt selling contests and matches with junkie referees!

The crowd cheers as Twisted is mentioned indirectly.

Toxic- As the last…no…THE REIGNING GCW CHAMPION I SHOULD BE AUTOMATICALLY ENTERED INTO ACWF VI! SO CALDERA GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND MAKE THINGS RIGHT!!!

Toxic waits impatiently for Caldera to come down the ramp. After a few minutes it becomes apparent that Caldera has no intention of coming to the ring.

Toxic- Fine…you want me to impress you? Well I’m going to do it the only way I know how.

With that Toxic spins full force and clocks James Bryan with a left hook. Bryan falls forward and Toxic grabs him by the front of the shirt and drags him over the announce table. Toxic rolls Bryan into the ring and then follows him in.

Mr. Danger- Get out of there JB! Someone get out here to help him!

Toxic waits for Bryan to get to his feet and then charges at him, knocking him down with a big boot to the face. A trickle blood appears on Bryan’s forehead. Bryan slowly gets up on all fours until he’s met with a kick to the ribs that puts him down again. Toxic pulls Bryan to his feet and then delivers a brutal powerbomb.

Mr. Danger- Somebody needs to get out here and stop this now!!

As Bryan lies motionless on the canvas, Toxic reaches into his pants and pulls out a chain. Toxic lifts Bryan into a sitting position and then wraps the chain tightly around his neck. With one hand pulling the chain tight, the other hand lifts the microphone to Toxic’s mouth.

Toxic- So c’mon Steven…you’ve already got one man’s blood on your hands, do you really want more?

With that President Caldera comes storming out of the back, followed by two EMTs who rush down to the ring quickly. The EMTs try to enter the ring before Toxic lunges at them. They step back and Toxic resumes choking Bryan.

Caldera- WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!

Caldera’s voice booms throughout the arena. The crowd does not cheer for Caldera, but remains disturbed by Toxic’s aggression.

Toxic- Now Steven, don’t get cross with me. I’m only trying to impress you.

Toxic says with a smirk and pulls tighter on the chain.

Caldera- You actually think you can play ransom with me?

Toxic- No, you’ve got it all wrong. We’re negotiating.

Caldera- So what do you want? You lost, that’s not my problem.

The crowd cheers.

Toxic- No! I was screwed and now I’m making it your problem! Now here’s the deal. You’re a businessman…perhaps the shrewdest one I’ve ever met, but I’m going to play to your compassionate side. You give me my spot in ACWF VI and I’ll let this man go.

The crowd boos.

Caldera- YOU LET HIM SO YOU SADISTIC SON OF A BITCH, OR I’LL COME DOWN THERE MYSELF AND TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!!!

The crowd roars with approval.

Toxic laughs it off.

Toxic- C’mon buddy, there’s a reason I’m a former champ and you’re signing my paychecks. So let me think…if I can’t appeal to your compassionate side, let me appeal to your business side. Let’s see how well Worlwide’s ratings do once the voice of GCW is gone.

Toxic smiles and chokes down hard on Bryan’s throat with the chain. Bryan’s face starts to turn blue.

Caldera- Alright fine! You’re in the match!

The crowd boos. Toxic smiles and lets his grip go on the chain. The medics immediately enter the ring to help Bryan.

Toxic- I knew you’d make-

Caldera- IF!

The crowd erupts again in cheers. The medics now have Bryan out of the ring and are helping him to the back.

Caldera- If you can win your match next week. It’s a little thing I like to call a lumberjack match!

The crowd cheers again.

Caldera- I’ll choose your opponent but the lumberjacks you already know! They are the five other competitors in the ACWF match!

The crowd roars in approval as Toxic’s face turns red.

Caldera- HAVE A NICE DAY *bleep*HOLE!!!

With that "Established" hits again.

Mr. Danger- Wow! Some quick thinking by President Caldera there, and Toxic still can’t get what he wants… But what a vicious assault on JB! He’s gonna pay for that one!

Toxic turns around just in time to receive a brutal shot from a rejuvenated Twisted. The crowd cheers again, their night just keeps getting better. The shot busts Toxic open but doesn’t put him down. Twizzy rolls out of the ring and the two angrily jaw each other as WorldWide heads to commercial break.

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An intense and infuriated Niklas Bauer is in the back about to walk into his locker room with his translator, Troy Newman. Bauer is in awe that a man who is only 6 foot 1 and 232 pounds would want to challenge him. Just looking at them side by side Bauer looks like 3 times the size of Hardy with his muscular strength alone. Bauer is stomping around in his room with Newman like always trying his best to calm him down.

Newman- Niklas Stille sich. Er ist nur ein kleines Kind. Sie könnten ihn zu schlecht verletzen. (Niklas calm yourself. He's just a little kid. You could hurt him too badly.)

Bauer- Ich sorge mich nicht, was zum kleinen Punker geschieht. Er muss lernen, mit mir herumzufummeln nicht. Ich bin der stärkste Mann in der Welt. Ich muss der Punker eine Lektion lehren. (I don't care what happens to the little punk. He has to learn not to mess with me. I am the strongest man in the world. I must teach the punk a lesson.)

Newman- Schauen Sie ich werde gehen zu Caldera an und verlangen Sie ein Gegenstück mit Kräftig. Ist das, was Sie wollen? Ein Gegenstück mit Kräftig? (Look I'll go to Caldera and demand a match with Hardy. Is that what you want? A match with Hardy?)

Bauer- Klar will ich ein Gegenstück mit Kräftig. Ich werde ihn Glied von Glied zerreißen. Er geht Wunsch, der er mit Dem Donner Tier nicht herumgefummelt hat. (Yeah I want a match with Hardy. I'm going to tear him limb from limb. He's going wish he didn't mess with The Thunder Beast.)

Cameras head back to the ring as the the last shot is of Bauer clamping his hands together with some sort of evil grin on his face and Newman staring at Bauer wondering what he has planned and what he’s going to do to at some point down the road to Hardy. The scene then fades to where Kevin Jacobs is standing by. He knocks on a white door. Octavian answers the door to a chorus of boos from the crowd, his Imperial Roman Championship is around his waste and he is in full attire for his match tonight. He looks at Jacobs with disdain. Jacobs begins to walk away when Octavian grabs him and summons him back. Jacobs has a look of sheer dread on his face. In His Roman Accent…

Octavian- Pudgeball? Your still alive?! I thought for sure that one of those whores you buy off the street would have gutted you like a fish by now and taken the ten dollars out of your wallet.

Jacobs just steps back from Octavian. After a minute, he speaks.

Jacobs- Oct...Oct...Octavian I...

Octavian- Spit it out, you studdering fatass!

Jacobs- Well, I was wondering what your throughts were for your match this evening?

Octavian looks at him again.

Octavian- I've already made my thoughts perfectly clear, you waste of life. But seeing how the scumbags that pay your salary are forcing you to interview me, when they know full well I could kill you where you stand, I'll answer your damn question.

Octavian looks directly into the camera and continues to speak to defeaning boos from the crowd.

Octavian- I want all the fans of GCW to know one thing. This trinket that Caldera has me competing for tonight means absolutely nothing to me. As far as I'm concerned, the only belt in GCW that is worth a damn is the World Championship. However, everyone knows full well that the most coveted belt in GCW is my Imperial Roman Championship. A belt that reinforces my position in this company, and the only purpose for the U.S. title being in my hands would be for me to melt it down and add more gold to my illustrious belt. As for the wrestlers in this so-called match, their caliber in this company does not compare to mine. If I wanted to be the U.S. Champion I could be so in a heartbeat. My pure goal for this match is to severely beat LeStatt Knight so he stops running his mouth, and to annihilate Twisted so that he is unable to compete in ACWF VI. Nothing will stand in the way of me becoming a four-time GCW World Heavyweight Champion!

The crowd boos Octavian even more.

Octavian- SHUT UP YOU DAMN MAGGOTS! As for Jason Dread, I accept your challenge. But why don't we make it interesting? I am so confident that I will make you wish you were never born that I will put the Imperial Roman Championship on the line against you. In a street fight next week on Worldwide. And believe me Jason, I can't wait to have your blood on my fingers...

Octavian turns away from Jacobs and slams the door in his face. Jacobs is so relieved that Octavian didn't hurt him that he runs away before Octavian can change his mind. The show then cuts to ringside, where Mr. Danger is now joined by President Caldera.

Danger- Well, fans, JB has been taken to a nearby hospital, and I’m here now with President Caldera, who will be helping me out for the rest of the night.

Caldera- Thanks, Mr. D, I appreciate you sticking around out here even with your beloved broadcast colleague in the emergency room.

Danger- Hey, I did what I could to help him!

Caldera- I didn’t see you lift a finger, quite frankly.

Danger- I’m needed here. I offered him my moral support and best wishes.

Caldera- Right… Well, Jason Dread has his spot in ACWF, and he definitely earned it. But two losses in a row for Toxic is going to be tough to overcome.

Danger- Lumberjack match next week, eh? What do you have in mind?

Caldera- It’s gonna be a sight to see, JB. Trust me.

Out With the Old hits in the arena, and an amazing chorus of boos fills the air. Toad appears on stage, smoothly carrying himself into the arena. He pulls the Hardcore belt off his waist and hoists it into the air, mocking the fans as he heads for the ring. Toad spies a fan on the aisle with a sign reading ‘Jhub is a Jackass’ and smiles at the fan. Toad reaches out and takes the sign, holding it high for the entire arena to see, before ripping it in two and tossing it right back in the fan’s face. Toad slides into the ring and smiles at the camera as I Want to Rule The World cues up. Michael Spitfire Stevens appears on stage with his arms outstretched. Sheena follows close behind wearing the same extremely low cut shirt and short skirt as earlier. Stevens receives a huge chorus of boos, even as most of the fans crane their necks to get a glimpse of Sheena. Stevens reaches the ring but rather than climb inside circles round and takes a spot in the corner. He glares at Toad for a long while before Everlong hits!

The crowd explodes as the massive Luke Hanson appears on stage. Hanson slowly glides towards the ring, locking Toad into a playful but intimidating stare. Hanson stops just short of the ring as My Own Summer hits, and the fans erupt! The Jhub struts out on stage with a big smile on his face, and nods at Hanson. The two then quickly slide into the ring, causing Toad to bail out. The crowd begins chanting ‘System-X! System-X!’, but neither man acknowledges it. Hal Jenkins finally ushers The Jhub out of the ring, and Toad slowly climbs in to start the match against Hanson.

Hanson points an accusing finger at Stevens, then gives a sly wink at Sheena. Stevens seems upset by this, but the moment is abruptly ended when Toad charges Hanson. Hanson immediately turns Toad into a powerslam, earning a two count in the first seconds of the match! Toad gets back to his feet with surprising speed, and Hanson gives him a hard back elbow into the turnbuckle. Toad fires off a right hand but Hanson fires back, and eventually whips Toad across the ring. Toad bounces out with a hard clothesline, but Hanson stays on his feet. Toad finally hits the ropes and comes off with a big cross body, which floors the big man.

Hanson gets back to his feet and tags in The Jhub, who glares angrily at Toad. Toad instantly backs into his corner and glances at Stevens. The two stare at each other for a moment, but Toad decides Stevens is the lesser of two evils for the moment. Toad tags an unwilling Stevens and steps onto the apron, much to the chagrin of the crowd and The Jhub. Stevens steps into the ring to face Jhub, and the two tie up. Stevens instantly locks Jhub in an arm wringer, but The Jhub rolls over, nips up, and counters with an arm drag! Stevens counters by dropping The Jhub with a single leg takedown, but The Jhub promptly counters by kicking Stevens away. Both men get to their feet and Jhub charges, but Stevens takes him down with a side headlock. Jhub instinctively counters with a headscissors on Stevens, but Stevens nips up and out of the hold!

The crowd applauds the excellent technical wrestling, as the two study each other for weaknesses. They tie up again and The Jhub breaks the stalemate with a knee to the midsection. Jhub begins firing off right hands, backing Stevens into the ropes. Jhub then suddenly turns and throws a right at Toad, who was expecting it and hops off the apron to avoid contact. The crowd boos again but Stevens takes the opportunity to nail Jhub with a European uppercut. Stevens hits Jhub with a few hard knife edge chops, then offers his hand to Toad. Toad, still on the floor, simply shakes his head and gives a dismissive wave at Stevens.

Stevens snarls at Toad and tosses Jhub away with a hip toss. Jhub reaches out and tags Hanson back in. Hanson comes in with a full head of steam and charges Stevens, who nimbly sidesteps Hanson and takes him down with a drop toe hold, shaking the ring. Stevens briefly locks on a single leg crab, but Hanson easily powers out of the hold. Stevens turns to tag in Toad, but Toad has left the apron and is jawing with the fans at ringside! Stevens shouts out at Toad in anger while Sheena runs off to give him a piece of her mind. Stevens turns back to Hanson only to get a huge double handed chokeslam!

Hanson holds for the pin but Stevens gets a shoulder up. Hanson gets back to his feet and waits for Stevens, and goes for a steamroller! Stevens sidesteps the spear and Hanson hits the turnbuckle headfirst! Stevens looks out for a tag but finds his corner vacant. Hanson slowly climbs towards The Jhub, who turns to the crowd to call for their support! Hanson reaches out for the tag, but finds The Jhub distracted! The Jhub’s attention is on Toad, who has produced a sign of his own from under the ring. The sign reads ‘The System is Dead, Jackass’ and it has The Jhub’s full attention.

The Jhub doesn’t notice Hanson looking for the tag and instead hops down to head for Toad. The Jhub reaches Toad and angrily snatches the sign away from him. As Jhub rears back to hit Toad, Toad swings up with his free hand, which is wrapped in a pair of brass knucks! Toad sends The Jhub right to the floor with a huge right hand, and the crowd explodes with boos. Toad then grabs his Hardcore title belt off the timekeeper’s table and heads for the back, leaving the match to Stevens and Hanson.

Meanwhile, Stevens is back up and watching his partner leave. Stevens simply shrugs and picks Hanson back up. Hanson immediately drills Stevens with a forearm, sending the smaller Spitfire all the way across the ring. Hanson gives another wink to Sheena who replies with a seductive smile, and then leans over the ring to afford Hanson and the camera a view of her assets. Hanson shakes his head and turns back to Stevens, who flies out of the corner with a big dropkick, staggering the big man.

Stevens charges Hanson and takes off with a flying cross body, but Hanson catches Stevens with ease. Hanson turns around in the ring, winks at Sheena one more time, and then tosses Stevens high overhead with a fall away slam! Hanson raises his arms as the crowd cheers him on, and he picks Stevens up off the mat, setting him up for a powerbomb! Sheena then appears on the apron, walking the length of the ring seductively. Hanson instantly drops Stevens and walks to the ropes, where he plants another big kiss on Sheena! The crowd laughs but Sheena appears to be enjoying herself, as he runs a slender leg up the inside of Hanson’s thigh. She then quickly raises her knee right into Hanson’s crotch, doubling the big man over! Sheena shoves Hanson back into the ring, where Spitfire is up and waiting. Stevens drives Hanson down with a huge Inferno DDT, and hooks the leg for the one, two, three!

Winners: Michael "Spitfire" Stevens & Toad

Sheena climbs into the ring and raises Spitfire’s hand. Stevens and Sheena both look down at the fallen monster, and Sheena offers Hanson a consoling pat on the head. The two then climb down and head to the back, leaving Hanson unconscious in the ring.

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WorldWide returns to find The Jhub standing with Kevin Jacobs in front of his locker room door backstage. The Jhub has a pained look on his face and holds a bloody rag against a wound on his head. His eyes are locked on the ground and don’t rise, even as Jacobs begins speaking.

Jacobs- Jhub, just a few moments ago we witnessed Toad executing a sneak attack, hitting you in the head with those brass knucks. You also left your partner Luke Hanson hanging, and as a result your team lost the match tonight. What’s been going on lately?

Jhub- Wow, asking the tough questions, are we? Well, fine. I’ll tell you, Kevin, I don’t know what’s going on. There’s something about this thing with Toad that’s got me all messed up. It’s like I’ve lost something, there’s some piece of me that’s missing. When Toad turned his back on me it somehow broke my world apart, and the only way to get it back together again is to get my hands on him. But now the son of a bitch won’t even face me in the ring!

Jacobs- Well, the two of you will come face to face at ACWF in three weeks. In the meantime, how is Luke Hanson taking this?

Jhub- I haven’t talked to Luke. Despite what everyone wants to believe, there is no System-X. Right now, all I know is that there’s something I’ve lost, and I think Toad’s got it. I have to beat him to get it back.

The Jhub then turns and places his hand on the handle of his locker room door. The moment he turns the lever, the door comes flying out with tremendous force, hitting The Jhub in the head and knocking him to the ground. After a moment, as The Jhub lies motionless on the floor, the door opens, and Toad pushes out of The Jhub’s locker room. Toad smiles grotesquely at the fallen Jhub, as the crowd boos mightily.

Toad- Jhub, you want to know what’s on my mind? What’s on my mind is the thought of in the limelight, the greatest fraud in GCW history trying to get one over on the Core of Hardcore. Well jackass, the buck stops here. I ain’t interested in facing you at Worldwide, in a goddamn tag match, cage match, heck even a Texas ass kicking contest ain’t good enough for me. I want you at ACWF, ain’t nothing else to it. Better make sure your healthcares all paid up boy, because your soon to be getting your money’s worth.

With that, Toad turns and pushes right past a startled Kevin Jacobs.

Toad- Out of my way, jackass!

Toad storms off as Jacobs begins shouting for help, and the cameras offers us one last view of The Jhub’s bleeding skull before returning to ringside for the night’s main event!

Might of Rome hits in the arena, and the crowd explodes in boos. Octavian emerges on stage with the Roman Imperial Championship Belt around his waist, which will be defended for the first time next week! Octavian raises his arms in the air and a tremendous explosion of gold pyro erupts from the rafters. He then slowly heads for the ring, sneering at the fans on his way. As he steps through the ropes he holds the glorious title belt into the air, its numerous diamonds and jewels sparkling in the bright lights. ‘Life’s Sweet Drug’ cues up next, and the fans erupt in cheers. Twisted walks out on stage favoring his head a bit following the Toxic Waste earlier. A few Twistodium seem to have perked him up, however, and he bolts for the ring, causing Octavian to bail out. Twizzy turns around in circles basking in the fan’s adulation, until O’Fortuna begins to play. The lights dim and LeStatt Knight slowly takes a spot on stage. A lone spotlight follows Knight as a thick mist rises up at his knees. The reaction is mixed but loud as Knight reaches the ring and steps through the ropes, removing his United States title belt and calmly handing it to referee Josh Briggs. Briggs calls for the bell and Knight stares down Twizzy.

Before Twizzy can act, Octavian jumps him from behind. Octavian shoves Twizzy out of the way and goes for Knight, where the two begin exchanging blows. Twizzy immediately steps in between then and knocks their heads together, sending Octavian to the mat as he nails Knight with a knife edge chop. Twizzy hammers on Knight until Octavian grabs him from behind and drives him down with a belly to back suplex.

Octavian gets to his feet but is sent right back down with a devastating clothesline from Knight! The crowd erupts in cheers as Knight puts the boots to Octavian. Twizzy stumbles back to his feet, but Knight sends him right back down with a scoop slam. Knight drops a hard leg over Twizzy’s face, then nails a rising Octavian with a boot to the head. Knight turns and gives a slight glance at the crowd, which returns a surprisingly strong array of cheers in his direction!

Knight picks up Octavian and whips him into the ropes. Octavian bounces back and leapfrogs a back body drop attempt. Knight turns but catches a swinging neckbreaker from Octavian. Again Twizzy rises, this time getting a belly to belly suplex from Octavian! Octavian quickly hops onto the ropes and raises his arms to the crowd, and the crowd explodes with boos.

Octavian turns back to find Knight on his feet. Knight hits Octavian with a dropkick, sending the Roman through the ropes to the floor. Knight then goes back to work on Twizzy, but Twizzy is waiting. Twizzy drops Knight with a double leg takedown and begins pounding away at the US champ with furious rights and lefts. The crowd cheers Twizzy on as he lifts Knight to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Knight hits the ropes but Octavian grabs hold of the top rope from the floor and pulls it down, causing Knight to topple out of the ring to the floor! Octavian climbs to the apron but is quickly hit with a running headbutt from Twizzy, sending him to the floor next to Knight!

Octavian and Knight both get to their feet and begin exchanging blows, but Twizzy launches himself over the top rope and takes both men out with a splash! Twizzy reaches his feet and rolls Octavian back into the ring, leaving Knight to recover. Octavian reaches his feet and meets Twizzy with a rake to the eyes. Octavian pushes Twizzy back into the corner and mounts the turnbuckle, nailing Twizzy with five big right hands to the skull. Twizzy then quickly steps out and drops back, sending Octavian’s face right into the turnbuckle. Octavian turns around and gets a huge beal out of the corner. Twizzy then follows with a big running double knee drop to the chest!

Twizzy covers Octavian but Knight flies in to break up the count. Twizzy gets back to his feet and nails Knight with a hard elbow, followed by a heavy dropkick to the chest. Knight falls back into the ropes and Twizzy charges with a clothesline that takes both men over the top rope to the floor below! As both men get to their feet, Octavian hits the ropes and slides out with a double baseball slide. But Twizzy and Knight both catch Octavian’s legs, dragging him out of the ring and nailing a tandem elbow drop!

Twizzy rolls Octavian back into the ring as Knight and Twizzy follow. Twizzy whips Octavian into the ropes, and he’s caught on the way back with a double clothesline from Knight and Twizzy! Twizzy turns and smiles at Knight, who promptly punches Twizzy right in the face. Knight climbs to the top turnbuckle and looks at Twizzy and Octavian both lying on the mat. Knight takes off and nails a leg drop on Octavian! The crowd cheers Knight’s choice, but Knight responds by pulls Twizzy to his feet and planting him with a death valley driver!

Knight covers Twizzy, but Octavian leans over and breaks up the count. Knight pulls Octavian back to his feet, but Octavian nails a low blow out of view of the referee, followed by a DDT! Octavian looks out at the crowd with a smile and pulls Knight back to his feet. Octavian pulls Knight in position for the Roman Devastator, and the crowd erupts in cheers! Confused, Octavian turns to see Jason Dread rushing down the ramp!

Dread, steel chair in hand, slides into the ring. Octavian drops Knight as the official steps in between Octavian and Dread. Dread threatens a chair shot as Knight gets back to his feet and grabs Octavian. Then, from out of nowhere Twizzy FLIES off the top rope with a cross body, taking out Dread, Octavian, Knight and the official all at once! The crowd explodes as Twizzy jumps to his feet, but explodes in boos as Toxic hops over the barricade and slides into the ring! Toxic crushes Twizzy with a huge clothesline, and then picks up Dread’s chair.

Dread gets back to his feet and cuts Toxic off before he can swing at Twizzy, but Knight springs up and drops both men with a double clothesline! The bell sounds in a vain attempt to end the fray, but the crowd drowns it out as Michael Stevens rushes to the ring!

Stevens slides into the ring and begins brawling with Knight. Toxic and Twizzy find each other and begin exchanging blows, as Luke Hanson appears on stage! Hanson hits the ring and nails Stevens from behind, following up with an elbow to Knight’s head! Octavian and Dread have paired off and are on the outside of the ring, as Twizzy takes Toxic down with a Pill Popper! The crowd explodes as Twizzy jumps up to celebrate. The celebration is cut short, however, as Toad appears out of nowhere and drops him with a shot to the back of the head with the Hardcore title belt!

Octavian and Dread have made it back into the ring and are battling furiously in the corner, while Stevens and Hanson go at it in the ring. Knight, for his part, has escaped to the outside, found his US title belt, and is watching the chaos with great interest. Toad turns around and walks straight into a huge shot to the head with Dread’s steel chair, swung by Luke Hanson! The crowd explodes as Toad hits the mat, but Stevens hits Hanson with a low blow from behind and continues to assault him.

Toxic gets to his feet and begins attacking the helpless Twizzy, and the crowd finally explodes as, amid the chaos, the wounded Jhub appears on stage! Limping and still pressing a rag against his bleeding head, The Jhub slowly stumbles to the ring. He climbs through the ropes and enters the fray, but finds everyone occupied. Amid the chaos, Jhub spies Toad lying in the center of the ring. The Jhub shrugs and covers Toad, while Josh Briggs, who has been trying in vain to end the fighting, sees the pin attempt!

Briggs drops and counts… 1… 2… 3!!! The Jhub is the new Hardcore Champion! The fans erupt as The Jhub sees the Hardcore title belt lying on the mat. The Jhub snatches it up and slides back out of the ring, painfully holding the title high! Octavian and Dread have spilled to the outside and are now fighting their way up the stairs. Twizzy is back and brawling with Toxic on the outside, while Stevens pummels Hanson in the corner. Through all the fighting, Toad painfully lifts his head up to see The Jhub leaving with the Hardcore title! Toad begins screaming at The Jhub as the GCW logo flashes on the screen, and the show leaves Toad furious and hellbent on revenge…

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