The lights dim in the Fort Worth Convention Center and the crowd begins to buzz. The GCW logo flashes across the screen, as "Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine begins to play. Finally a heavy guitar riff explodes into the arena, and the Fort Worth fans go wild! Bright blue fireworks explode over the ring as two screaming bolts of light stream down to the stage. The stage erupts with silver pyrotechnics as the cameras begin flying over the frenzied crowd, and the voice of James Bryan chimes in right on cue.

Bryan: GCW is closing in on NC-17, as WorldWide has made its way to the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex for three weeks of celebration! Hello, everyone, I'm James Bryan at ringside with David Yale, and Dave, we're closing in on the biggest event in GCW history.

Yale: Thanks, JB, you can certainly feel the excitement growing as we get closer and closer to NC-17 number seven! GCW has been here for nearly a decade, and this year's event at Cowboys Stadium just a few miles away from here is going to be the biggest we've ever seen.

Bryan: We should have a ton of new matches announced for the big night here at WorldWide in Fort Worth, and folks, it's a big one. Tessa Windsor steps back into the main event to go one on one with the number one contender to the GCW World Championship, Vivica J. Valentine!

Yale: What a huge match that one's going to be, JB. Valentine's looking for momentum heading into her huge showdown with Andy Murray, and Windsor wants to start making her case to be in line for the next big shot.

Bryan: And speaking of Andy Murray, the World Champion is not expected to be here tonight! This business with Valentine has really taken its toll on Murray, and we may not be hearing from him this week.

Yale: Such a pathetic excuse for a champion, JB. Andy Murray has gone through hell with LeStatt Knight, survived an incredibly motivated Chris Bagwell, all to be taken down by a girl? I've got no love for Valentine, but now I actually hope she puts him out of his misery at NC-17 and takes the title!

Bryan: Hey, this is no normal rivalry. Murray has proven he can withstand some intense physical and mental punishment, but this is the most personal, emotional situation we've ever seen him in. But you're right, Dave, if Murray doesn't get his head on straight before NC-17, Valentine might come in with a huge upper hand.

Yale: Well, if we can move on to a real man for a moment, LeStatt Knight is in singles action tonight against Axel Action! Axel's had some enormous matches in the last few weeks, and tonight he gets a crack at the icon!

Bryan: Knight's warming up for another NC-17 appearance, where he won the GCW World Title in last year's main event. But you know Axel wants to send a message that he's ready for the big time, and he'd do that in a big way with a win over Knight.

Yale: Axel's improved, JB, no doubt about that, but ready to beat Knight? I don't think so.

Bryan: And in other action the O'Neil brothers are ready to fight, as Jason O'Neil takes on Jorge Samuelsson, and Bryan Mayhem locks up with Lori Equinox.

Yale: Remember, last week Mayhem issued the challenge to Mortifera, and he'll be taking on the Tag Champions in a handicap title match at NC-17! And if Mayhem wins, the Agents of Oblivion will be tag champions once again.

Bryan: The O'Neil brothers were once a dominant force in GCW, but that was a long time ago. Bryan has achieved the most in GCW, but Jason has a chance to seriously alter the landscape of GCW with a win over Jay Terror at NC-17. And make no mistake, O'Neil is 100% focused on President Caldera's protoge.

Yale: And speaking of Caldera, maybe we'll start getting some details about the balance of power in GCW! Caldera's not here tonight, of course, as he's preparing for a major shift at the top of the company. Jay Terror is about to rise to power, JB, but we're still not sure what this company will look like come NC-17.

Bryan: Details are still sketchy, fans, but it's clear that things are going to look very, very different just a few weeks from now. There's no telling who will be in charge of, well, everything, but you can bet Caldera won't just entrust it to anyone.

Yale: Speculation has already started, JB. And we've already seen hints that Commissioner Christian Zenith is the frontrunner. It's his job already, after all. But there's a new name that might surface, and it might surface here tonight!

Bryan: We'll have to keep our eyes and ears open, but this mystery won't be solved until NC-17. In the meantime, we've got a huge show in store for you, and it begins right now!

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Bryan: We have a great WorldWide scheduled for you here tonight ladies and gentlemen with a sure-fire Pay-Per-View quality main event. Vivica J. Valentine. Tessa Windsor. One-on-one for the first time since they faced each other with the roles just... slightly reveresed.

Yale: Yeah this time it's Vivica having trouble relating to the fans here in Global Championship Wrestling, and I can feel her pain.

Bryan: Her pain?

Yale: Look at everything she's gone through for these people, JB. All the times she's stood up to Steven Caldera because they wanted her to, and he's made her life a living hell for them. It was stupid of her to do it, and now that the fans are booing her she sees it was stupid of her.

Bryan: Oh, please.

Yale: You don't mess with the boss.

Bryan: Speaking of the boss, Steven Caldera isn't here toni...

Suddenly the lights in the arena go out, interrupting James Bryan in mid-sentence.

Yale: Am I supposed to make a comment about the power being out right here?

When I whet my flashing sword and my hand takes hold of judgement
I will take vengance upon mine enemies and I will have paid those who haze me
Oh Lord raise me to thy right hand and count me among thy saints...

The rhythmic drums and guitar of "Image Of The Invisible" by Thrice play over the arena. Red lights begin to swirl around the arena like a jailbreak as the usual reaction occurs, bringing the fans up to their feet. As she steps through the curtain the usual deafening cheers seem to be long gone as boos rain down from seemingly every corner of the arena. Looking around at the crowd with her hands on her hips, it doesn't take long for her to shake her head in disgust before looking down at the ground and making her way towards the ring.

We're more than carbon and chemicals...
We are the image of the invisible!
Free will is ours and we can't let go...
We are the image of the invisible!
We can't allow this, the quiet cull...
We are the image of the invisible!
We sing out this, our canticle...
We are the image of the invisible!

Also long gone is the insane control over the capacity crowd. A crowd she used to will any way she pleased into various chants and favors. The same capacity crowd that kept her from certain elimination at Dangerous Games not too long ago would now surely let her drop to the concrete floor. It was amazing the change that a month could make as she go a bit of momentum before diving under the bottom rope into the ring. Getting up on one knee she looked around at the spiteful crowd and waved off her usual flying v pose and instead gets up to her feet.

She wasn't going to the top rope to pose. She wasn't going to do her flip to wow the fans. She was done. Her love for the not-so-caring masses was spent. Ripping the microphone out of the hands of Joey Andrews, "Image Of The Invisible" fades into the not-so-silent chants of a scorned capacity crowd.

Valentine: It seems that maybe we've gotten out on the wrong foo...

YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!

Interrupted immediately, you can see the anger and frustration on her face. She waits, impatiently, for them to finish voicing their opinions as she just has the mic dropped to her side.

Bryan: That's a lot of venom from some very heartbroken fans, Dave.

Yale: They'll get over it. They seem to change their mind every five seconds anyway.

Raising the mic back up to her lips, Vivica tries to continue on.

Valentine: I don't think you guys understan...

WE WANT MURRAY! *clap clap clapclapclap*

Valentine: Understan...

WE WANT MURRAY! *clap clap clapclapclap*

Valentine: Can I just get som...

WE WANT MURRAY! *clap clap clapclapclap*

Dropping her mic to her side again, the crowd cheers in approval as Valentine quickly raises it back up to her lips.

Valentine: I'm not sure if you heard the news but Andy Murray isn't showing up here tonight, he's embarassed.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Valentine: This is my time, and you're going to listen to what I have to say whether you like it or not. I'll stand here all night... swear to God I will. I'll stand here and none of you will see a damn thing besides me and this microphone.

Bryan: Please don't.

Yale: Eh, I think I could get used to that. Nice scenary.

Valentine: You can sit here in the dark and point fingers at me, like all of you are better than I am... but I know better. Each and every single one of you are human. Each and every single one of you have made mistakes. Each and every one of you paid money to be here tonight... some a little more than others, but that gives you no right to do what you've done to me.

The crowd seems confused.

Valentine: For the past four years I've come out here and nearly maimed myself for your entertainment. I've broken bones, I've bled, I've been set on fire, and I've gone against doctor's orders many, MANY more times than any of you can imagine. Just to come out here and make you guys smile. Just to come out here and entertain my loving fans. My fans that write me letters telling me that I'm their hero, fans that tell me they want to be just like me growing up... from young couples who tell me they named their daughter Vivica Julian because they want her to grow up strong and outspoken just like me.

The former Fearless Phenom pauses of a minute collecting her throughts.

Valentine: Then one day, out of the blue... you guys just throw me and everything I've sacrificed for you to the side like an old toy. For what? For Andy Murray? For Clyde Fox?

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Vivica is clearly fighting back the emotions inside as she speaks up.

Valentine: F*** YOU.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Valentine: F*** YOU for think that you're better than me. F*** YOU for thinking that in my shoes you wouldn't have done the EXACT SAME thing. F*** YOU for turning your back on me after everything I've done for all of you. You're nothing but a bunch of "what have you done for me lately" hypocrites who form their opinions like sheep and have NO RESPECT for what the people in front of you tonight have sacrificed in the middle of this ring for your sake. I'm not going to just stand here and take your bulls**** anymore. I'm sick of it! I'm tired of it!

Bryan: She's completely wrong here, she's the one whose changed.

Yale: I don't think so, JB. These fans turned on her.

Bryan: That's bullcrap and you know it, Dave.

Valentine: At NC-17 I'm going to prove to you that I'm not washed up, that you should've given me the chance to prove to you that I'm not yesterday's news. I'm going to go into NC-17 and I'm going to destroy your untouchable God Andy Murray right before your eyes. I'm going to make every single one of you regret the fact that you didn't give me a second chance. You're all going to see that you should've never turned your backs on me when I leave "The Scottish King Of Cool" mentally and physically destroyed in the middle of this ring...

Vivica seethes into the microphone.

Valentine: And when Andy Murray is lying in a pool of his own blood, I'm not going to see the man that believe it or not... I still love. I'm going to see each and every single one of you who betrayed me. Because the blood that will be on my hands won't be my fault... it'll be yours.

She points to the crowd with a creepy smirk on her face.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Valentine: You'll see what your actions have done to Andy Murray... and maybe when I get back my GCW World Heavyweight Championship. The title that I was blindsided to lose and never once got my rematch for, you'll see that I was the one you should've loved all along.

Bryan: Wow... something has triggered inside of Valentine, she's sick.

Yale: These fans have unlocked a ruthless killer, JB.

Some of the smarks in the front row of the crowd are loving the comments, and break out into a five or six person chant.

WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!

WE ARE THE IMAGE OF THE INVISIBLE!

Vivica turns around behind her to look into the eyes of the men chanting her on, with a look of confusion.

Valentine: It's nice to see that there are still some people out here who believe in me...

Getting her attention, they begin to high five each other for getting noticed.

Valentine: I'm sorry but now it's too late to save him... because I've stopped believing in all of you.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

"Image Of The Invisible" by Thrice plays out over the arena as Vivica J. Valentine drops her microphone in the middle of the ring and backpedals towards the ropes, where she drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring. The look on her face is that of a heartbroken girl as she heads up the ramp, fuming. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. It looks like the GCW faithful were just about to find out where that saying came from.

Bryan: Some emotionaly and borderline lunatic statements from The Fearless Phenom.

Yale: Lunatic? JB, sometimes it's just hard to handle the truth.

Bryan: The truth?!

Yale: The truth that these people cast Valentine aside. She was their hero, their savior... she stood for everything I hated in this business, constantly pandering to these people. The first chance they got, they did to her what they always do. They found someone new, latched onto them, and left her out in the cold.

Bryan: They saved her from certain elimination at Dangerous Games!

Yale: That's because it wasn't Clyde Fox or Andy Murray pushing her.

Bryan: Oh please.

Yale: She's absolutely right though, right now her friends don't understand but one day when someone new comes along... they'll see she's right.

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The camera pans in to an empty lobby in the backstage area. It’s so generic and stereotypically backstage-like, it’s not even worth describing.

Besides, with your pathetic imagination it wouldn’t be worth the effort.

F the setting, I say.

Speaking of “generic”, who’s the stiff in the suite?

Oh, yes. It must be a lawyer: The shiny black shoes, suitcase, and cardboard sign that reads “I AM A GCW LEGAL REPRESENTATIVE, BITCH!” give it away.

Actually, the sign has been tossed onto the back of the unsuspecting lawyer who stops dead in his tracks. He tosses the sign aside and shakes his head, surprisingly calm after being accosted by what can only be described as an imp. The lawyer lets out a sigh as the short, gray-bearded man hobbles forward with an accusing finger and sticks it in his face.

Gnark: What say you, mortal! Be you friend or foe? Like you Cornflakes or those of the Frosted variety? Choose your answer wisely for your very life depends on it.

Lawyer: How about you answer my question instead. Where is PAZUZU? We were supposed to meet before his first match.

Gnark: Hmm. Well, I’ll assume that you’re more of a Frosted Flakes guy. And to answer your question…

ZAM!

A poof of smoke erupts behind the lawyer who promptly turns to be greeted by none other than PAZUZU, THE DARKNESS!

P-ZU: I come clad in my finest linens!

PAZUZU refers to the skull cap on his crown, complete with Viking horns and sunglasses. Being a formal occasion, he also adorns a black clip-on tie, clipped with a small tack directly into his throat. This, despite the fact that he has no shirt to match it. He also has a sparkling purple mini-skirt and UGGs on his feet.

Lawyer: Yes. I can see that. I just hope that your…uh, unconventional appearance wasn’t aided by the stolen property of GCW equipment. Let’s say, a fog machine, for instance…

P-ZU: Do I look like a thief to you, sir?

Lawyer: No. I’m not sure what you look like, to be honest. But I do feel that your attire is inappropriate.

PAZUZU: Pardon?

Lawyer: Your attire. What you’re wearing.

PAZUZU laughs.

PAZUZU: “A tire?” Why come clad in “a tire?” Ridiculous! If anything, we’d save this alleged tire as a spare for the demon-mobile. For the roads are quite bumpy in hell.

Gnark: Littered with souls and such. Brought to you by KFC.

PAZUZU: Yes. Hence why our preferred method of travel in hell are hand-baskets.

Gnark: Yes, until you’ve gone to hell in a hand-basket, you haven’t lived.
The Lawyer shakes his head.

Lawyer: Anyway, with your contract in dispute, you probably don’t want to put yourself at libel for sexual harassment chargers by your co-workers on top of these unresolved issues…

PAZUZU: I can’t help what perverse thoughts go through peoples’ minds…Well, okay, being a demon, that’s actually exactly what I do. I put those thoughts there…But nonetheless, I can’t help the fact that I’m so handsomely rugged!

Gnark: Master is TANTALIZING!

Lawyer: Look, the small-talk aside, you know what I’m here for.

PAZUZU: And you are missing the point! Do you know what I could do, sir? I could possess your body right now if I so choose. Your entire pathetic life would be in my reigns.

Gnark: But he won’t, because demon intelligence has sent us a picture of your wife…

PAZUZU: We are not pleased.

Gnark: She is not worth penetrating.

PAZUZU: Well, perhaps just dip in a horn or two…

Lawyer: GENTLEMEN! It’s time we get down to business.

PAZUZU raises his hands and gives the Lawyer the time-honored “ooh, I’m so scaaared!” sarcastic mock. The lawyer sighs.

Lawyer: Now you WILL sign this contract that states that you are, in fact, a human being and not some wretched demon or whatever, or, quite simply, you won’t be wrestling here tonight.

PAZUZU: What? Will they move me to referee duty?

Gnark: TANTALIZING!

Lawyer: No! I mean that you won’t be hired to perform any function at GCW at all. Period. End of story…Unless you sign the damn contract. You see, for tax purposes we can only make checks payable to humans.

PAZUZU: This is worse discrimination than that time I was DISCRIMINATED against!

[Use your imagination as the reader to insert a basic Seth MacFarlane/Family Guy style, random reference from some long-forgotten television sitcom, wherein one of the characters DISCRIMINATES against PAZUZU!

There. Wasn’t that funny!?]

It’s PAZUZU’S time to sigh.

P-ZU: Alright! But what they don’t realize is that I’ll only sign their paper with my puny HUMAN hand!

Lawyer: Great. That’s....uh, that’s actually what we’re looking for.

Gnark: Yes! And they don’t even know where that dirty thing has been.

P-ZU: Or who they’ve been in…

PAZUZU sniffs his fingers. And then sucks them.

Choking on his own breath, the lawyer pulls out a small bottle of hand sanitizer and rubs his hands.

P-ZU: Wow. It’s just demon germs. From hell. Chill yourself, son.

Gnark: Yeah. Looks like you need to purchase some sand sanitizer.

Lawyer: “Sand” sanitizer?

Gnark: Yes. For the sand.

P-ZU: In your vagina.

The Lawyer ignores the high-fiving couple and quickly reaches into his suitcase and pulls out a clipboard.

P-ZU: No worries. You are forgiven for your inability to take a joke.

Lawyer: Great. Thanks. Anyway, if you could just give me your signature and I’ll be on my way.

PAZUZU: Ah, a driven little demon-fucker, this one! All business, no foreplay.

Lawyer: Huh?

PAZUZU: I served with a man like you, once.

Gnark: Yes! I remember it well… It was during Hell Wars. 17. On the moon of Europa I conducted battle in a slaughterhouse. I walked down the line, encouraging my men to hold their ground! We were under heavy fire. I said to one man, “man your ham, soldier!”

PAZUZU: Gnark, no more. You bring tears to my eyes.

Gnark: It was EPIC!

Lawyer: …

PAZUZU reaches out and takes the contract from the Lawyer. With the flick of his wrist, ink begins to emerge from the tip of his claw. He signs the paper and tosses it back to the Lawyer.

Lawyer: Great. Well, good luck…and I hope you do well at your stay here in GCW.

PAZUZU just stands there, unresponsive. The Lawyer shrugs and turns to leave but is pulled back by a hard tug by PAZUZU.

PAZUZU: Wait!

Lawyer: Huh?

PAZUZU: Good sir! Do you see these boots?

The Lawyer looks down at the UGGS.

Lawyer: Yes.

PAZUZU: Do you know where I could stick them?

The Lawyer swallows hard. (His Adam’s apple, man, not sperm. Pervert.)

PAZUZU: Because they’re auditing my estate and I need to temporarily make my valuable possessions disappear…

The Lawyer shakes his head with an emphatic “no” before turning to jolt away.

PAZUZU: Well, that was productive.

The camera pans out as the scene fades to bla…no! It fades to BLUE! Screw this predictability.

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JB: Letâ??s get this night underway!

Yale: Put on your fun hats, kids.

The gates of hell are violently flung open...which are, coincidentally, connected to the beginning of the entrance ramp. PAZUZU, THE DARKNESS strides confidently forward with an i-Pod Nano in-hand, proudly accompanied by his minion imp, Gnark. A swirl of black and red smoke encapsulate the center of the arena as Skittles rain down upon unsuspecting fans. Somewhere in the night, a wolf howls.

Joey Andrews: Introducing first, from the 7th Layer of Hell, weighing in at 280 poundsâ?¦ PAAAAZUUUUUUUZU THEEEEE DAAAARKNEEEEESSSSS!

PAZUZU enters the ring and gates of Hell close for the time being. The audience sits silently, unsure of what theyâ??ve just witnessed.

JB: Pazuzu the Darkness is making his GCW debut this evening, folks. Heâ??ll be trying to claim his first victory from the sporadic Bishop Steele.

Yale: Listen LB: if I get to taste the rainbow every time this so-called Hell Demon comes to the ring, I hope we see a lot of him. And youâ??re right JB â?? tonight he looks to face off againstâ?¦ Bishop Steele? That guy still works here?

JB: Yes sir, and here he comes!

The lights get dim and the crowd remains silent 'Always Strapped' cues over the PA system and the crowd gets hyped. Pyrotechnics go off on the corners of the stage. The curtain opens and Bishop and Alexis Gunnz emerge on to the stage. Bishop stops on the middle of the stage and looks around at the crowd as he soaks in the essence of the hype and screaming.

Andrews: And the opponent, from Miami, Florida, and weighing in at 255 poundsâ?¦ BIIIIISHOOOOOOOP STEEEEEEEEEEEELE!

He then looks at Alexis and gives a nod to her to signifying that it is time. He then makes his way down to the ring with Alexis right behind him. He then climbs into the ring and holds the ropes so Alexis can get into the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring and Alexis poses in front of him. As that happens, pyrotechnics go off on the corner post of the ring and then the lights come on. Alexis exits the ring and the referee

JB: Steele will have his hands full this evening! His opponent has a serious size advantage over him. Pazuzu is just a few inches shy of seven feet. What a behemoth!

The bell sounds.

JB: Worldwide 125 is officially underway!
Steele approaches the Hell Demon like a trash talking mofo â?? strutting his stuff and spitting the juice. His jettisoned saliva starts cascading down the chest of Pazuzu, whom continues to stand completely still. After several moments of silence Bishop â??The Best Everâ?? Steele gets offended by the utter lack of response. He rears back his fist to â??coldcock a bitchâ?? but before he can bring it forward he finds himself planted onto the mat.

JB: Big head-butt by Pazuzu!

Yale: His name is Pazuzu. He is wearing Ugg boots as part of his ring attire. Itâ??s probably safe to assume he doesnâ??t use his head for much other than bludgeoning folks with it.

Rather than pursuing Steele, Pazuzu continues to stand in place and waits for Bishop to climb back to his feet. Bishop hits the ropes for momentum and attempts a cross body splash but is caught in arms of the Hell Demon and promptly body slammed. This time, Pazuzu doesnâ??t back off. Bishop is grabbed by the fleshy region of his bald head, lifted to his feet, and has two mitt-like demon hands wrapped around his neck. Steele is backed into the ropes and referee Hal Jenks starts the count, threatening to disqualify to Demon.

1â?¦

Bishopâ??s struggling to remove the hands around his neck.

2â?¦

Bishop tries to boot his opponent in the gut, but the chokehold doesnâ??t break.

3â?¦

Bishopâ??s flesh is starting to turn a darker shade of black.

4â?¦.

Before he is thrown out of the match, P-ZU whips Bishop â??I AM THE TROOFâ?? Steele across the ring by his neck and sends him skidding across the mat and into the opposite set of ropes. Steele is clutching his neck and gasping for air.

JB: Bishop Steele is being wrecked by The Darkness!

Yale: Do you believe in a thing called love? Justâ??a listen to the rhythm of muh haaaaaâ??t!

With Pazuzu standing over him, Steele goes for the desperation leg sweep to bring his opponent down for the first time. Without hesitation, he is on his challenger like a black panther (get it?) and battering him with a series of close-fisted punches. Steele zips to his feet and grabs one of P-ZUâ??s legs, delivering sturdy kicks to the side of the knee. And then an elbow drop to knee. And then a knee drop to knee. And then a leg drop on the knee. The Hell Demon is showing very human sides of agony, clutching his victimized joint. Bishop Steele begins to showboat by rapping something that sounds like â??Pants on the Ground.â??

JB: Steele has prevented a rout but heâ??s probably showing off a bit prematurely here.

Yale: Donâ??t be hatinâ??, JB.

Bishop turns around to see an upright Pazuzu staring down at him. Backing off, Steele once again bounds into the ropes and dodges a big right hand by diving into PZUâ??s knee with a sickening shoulder block. The Demon is flung face first into the mat. Steele grabs the boot of his opponentâ??s leg and lifts it before driving the embattled knee into the mat. Rinse and repeat. THUD! The Darknessâ??s knee spikes into mat the yet again. BLAM-BLAM-BLAM â?? rapid fire mud hole-stomping kicks to the back of the knee. Steele, clearly on the offensive, pantomimes a Glock being shot sideways to signify he is going in for the kill. He scoops up the damaged leg and applies a cloverleaf to further torque the knee. PAZUZU screams out in many different tongues. Referee Hal Jenkins looks for the tap.

JB: Things donâ??t look good for PAZUZU. Steele is trying to rip the leg right off his body, but PAZUZU refuses to tap out!

Yale: Considering heâ??s from Hell, or at least he thinks he is, a banged up knee is probably nothing. On the other hand: losing to Bishop Steele might make The Demon wish he was back where he came from. I mean, how embarrassing is that?

P-ZU stretches his arm for the bottom rope and finds it just outside the reach of his outstretched fingertips. His fingernails scrape along the material trying to grasp it. His face is distorted by unrelenting anguish. And suddenly, like God has smiled upon him (only you know he hasnâ??t because heâ??s a Hell Demon), he musters enough strength to lurch forward and frantically grab the bottom rope. Referee Hal Jenkins calls for the hold to be broken. PAZUZU is left in a paraplegic heap. Steele prances around the ring and stirs the crowd into frenzy with an Ebonics laden tirade. The Darkness uses the ropes to steady himself as he is clearly on a bent wheel, but he slowly climbs to his feet. Bishop turns around.

JB: Oh my gosh! Is heâ?¦ PAZUZU is smiling? Heâ??s actually smiling at his opponent right now!

Yale: I have a feeling that all hell is about to break loose. No pun intended, I donâ??t think.

An exasperated Steele charges his opponent and is met with a huge boot to the face, somersaulting Bishop â??The Greatest Thing since Sliced Breadâ?? Steele backwards. Gold teeth fly everywhere like some sort of dental â??golden shower.â?? The Hell Demon stalks over to his prey and plants another big boot back across the throat of Steele and crushing his windpipe. Finally, P-ZU lifts fallen Steele and lifts him to his feet before scooping him up for what kind-of-sort-of looks like a body slam.

Yale: [BLEEP], here comes the lawsuit!

JB: I think youâ??re right; PAZUZU is going to break Steeleâ??s neck!

Yale: No! I mean, yes maybe, butâ?¦ thatâ??s what PAZUZU calls his finishing move. [Bleep], Here Comes the Lawsuit!

Steele has become the worldâ??s largest, blackest lawn dart. In an incredible feat of strength, PAZUZU scoops up his opponent like a body slam and spikes Steeleâ??s head directly into the mat jarring the head, neck, and spinal column with disgusting resonance.

SMACK! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Bishop Steele is motionless. From outside the ring, Alexis Gunnz is hysterical â?? not only because her man just got whooped but also because PAZUZUâ??s impish friend Gnark is trying to seduce her in ways that shouldnâ??t be aired on public television. The Darkness goes for the easy pin. Itâ??s barely necessary.







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2â?¦







3â?¦




Andrews: And your winner: PAAAAAAZZZZUUUUUZUUUUUU THEEEEE DAAAAARKNEEEEESSSSS!

JB: A successful debut for PAZUZU, The Darkness, whom looked to have no shot during the match.

Yale: Trust me, JB. When youâ??re fighting Bishop Steele, youâ??ve always got a shot.

JB: That might be your opinion. Steele had a strong showing this evening but just couldnâ??t close the deal.

Yale: Youâ??re wrong, JB. Itâ??s everyoneâ??s opinion. Everyoneâ??s!

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Yale: Well folks, during that last match between Bishop Steele and PAZUZU we had a very interesting arrival backstage in light of President Caldera’s announcement last week that he is to step down at NC-17. Check out this footage.

On the big screen we see a dead shot of the back door to the arena, which sits in static silence for a few moments. Then right on cue, just as a “FILMED DURING LAST MATCH” graphic appears on television viewers’ screens, a man bursts through the door.

He’s reasonably young, though his build is hidden behind a sharp charcoal-grey suit. Beneath is a black shirt, which is open at the collar, worn without a tie. His black dress shoes slap against the sticky linoleum floor. His blond hair reflects in the strip lighting. His face possesses a look of grim determination, but coupled with an overriding sense of feeling relaxed. Although we’ve never seen this man on GCW television, he’s familiar to many of our viewers, and more interestingly his demeanour is far from that of a newcomer. It’s that of a man who’s walked into a new house and felt more at home than he’s ever been.

Bryan: Uh, Dave. He looks familiar but you’re gonna have to help me here.

The shot of the corridor disappears from the screen as the man strolls out of shot.

Yale: JB, that is none other than Tim Shipley, recently seen in High Octane Wrestling but I think more significantly he’s the owner and booker of Just Wrestling.

Bryan: That’s the indy promotion Labor came from, right?

Yale: Right -- and that’s where Jay Terror is champion right now, and Andy Murray has spent time over there too, among other GCW stars. But the ramifications of his appearance here tonight on WorldWide could be big, because, JB, Shipley has withdrawn from Just Wrestling’s current UK tour to pursue what he called certain “business interests” in the States...

Bryan: Uh-oh.

Yale: Well, we have nothing but speculation right now, but with Christian Zenith in charge tonight having identified a void at the head of GCW now that Steven Caldera is stepping away, and now Tim Shipley looking ready for business in the backstage area, one has to wonder where Shipley’s booking talents have been noticed and he’s being groomed to step into a bigger role.

Bryan: But, Dave. Shipley’s the guy who just got terminated from HOW? Maybe he’s just here to beg for a roster spot.

Yale: He did get terminated, after contracting what they called a career-threatening knee injury.

Bryan: Well, just now he definitely wasn’t walking as if he had a major knee injury.

Yale: You’re right, JB. He wasn’t. Well, hopefully we’ll hear more later in the show as to why Tim Shipley is here at WorldWide.

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The camera zips backstage to Cheap Labor’s Traveling Circus with the man himself at the mobile cavalcade's helm. He is toting his Little Red Wagon with wheels squeaking worse than the bones of a geriatric. The wagon is custom fitted with an Erector Set roll cage, which creates a nice little grotto for Labor’s ferret sidekick Po Boy and his faux Television Title belt. Labor is strutting confidently like some sort of runway model.

Labor: You hear that Po Boy? I’m off the hook! James Varga is on the outs with GCW, so I’m no longer required to clobber Tempest next time I see her… which I hope is soon. We really like it when we see Tempest, don’t we?

Labor’s Heart/Brain: OMG I NO LONGER HAVE TO CLOBBER TEMPEST BECAUSE VARGA DOESN’T WORK HERE ANY MORE AND NOW TEMPEST AND I CAN BE GREAT FRIENDS AND THAT’S SO AWESOME BECAUSE I DESPERATELY LOVE HER AND WANT HER TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND AND THEN MY WIFE AND THEN WE WILL HAVE 20 KIDS AND OUR OWN TLC SPECIAL BUT NOT THE KIND OF SPECIAL WHERE WE GET A NASTY DIVORCE LIKE JOHN AND KATE PLUS 8 BESIDES WHERE WOULD WE FIND A CATCHY TITLE THAT RHYMES WITH “TEMPEST” OR “LABOR”?

Above the squealing of the wagon wheels, Labor hears the voice of an angel waft into his ears. It’s off in the distance.

Cheap Labor… Cheap Labor…

Labor’s head cocks to the side like an intrigued puppy. Did he really hear what he thought he heard? He looks around and sees no one.

CHEAP LABOR… CHEAP LABOR…

The voice is coming clearer now. And there! Off in the distance was a dancing, glowing orb whizzing toward him with purpose. Not one of Shaman’s orbs, but still… and it spoke to him.

Cheap Labor!

The cogs in Labor’s (feeble little) mind sparked to life. This whole thing was obvious. Labor was back in Michigan, back in his black-and-white hometown, when a tornado struck. Then, he was flung high into the air into a colorized land full of little people. They called themselves munchkins and they looked like midgets. Then, as he tried to speak with these pygmies (who referred to their population as The Lollipop Guild), the orb would come. It would turn into a miraculously nice woman, who wasn’t particularly pretty, and her name would be Glinda, and she would be the Good Witch of the North and…

Before a house falls on anybody, Labor realizes that it isn’t an orb coming toward him it all. He quickly deduces that his fantasy is half-right: It is a miraculously nice woman, but her name is Tempest, and she is exceedingly beautiful, and, to the best of his knowledge, she isn’t from The North. At a distance, the half-Asian woman looks like a floating ball of light �" her outfit not unlike a disco ball. She is jogging toward him with a happy, excited grin.

Tempest: CHEAP LABOR!

It was her! Labor’s legs turn into an unstable substance endorsed by Bill Crosby. She was perfection with a capital P.

Tempest: I’m so glad I found you! Awwww, and you’ve got your little ferret friend with you. He’s so cute! [commence baby talk to Po Boy] Arentcha? Arentcha, you a cute widdle fewwet wif dat face that’s soooooooo A-DO-WA-BLE.

Labor desperately wishes she was talking to him in such a way. Tempest looks up at Labor who is half-drooling, and straightens her posture. She flashes a smile.

Tempest: Hey! I’ve got something I wanted to tell you! I’m so excited!

Cheap Labor was all ears… and nerves, and rapid heartbeats, and light-headedness, and half-masted erections. She was so ridiculously attractive. Think of the most attractive person you’ve ever seen. If need be imagine them as a woman, and then multiply their beauty by infinity. This was Tempest to Cheap Labor.

Labor: I’m always excited to see you, Tempest.

My love. My sweet. My desert rose. You arrrreeeee myyyy fiiiii-rrrreeee the one deeeessssiiii-rrreee believe when Iiiiiii say, I waaaant it thaaaaaat way!

Labor: Oh, and I’ve got some amazing news to tell you! James Varga is�"

Tempest: ME TOO!

Labor: Okokok, fine. You go first.

Tempest: We're fighting for the TV title at NC-17!

In the earth-shattering silence, you can hear an odd combination of Labor’s jaw hitting the floor and his drawers filling with fecal matter. Tempest playfully punches him in the shoulder and it nearly topples the Television Champion over. He seems to be made of balsa wood. His lip begins to quiver like a little girl whose kitten just died.

Cheap Labor: Oh. That’s… Well that’s…

Tempest: Awesome, right? It’ll be great! Let’s really put on a show, shall we? I guess I’ll see you at NC-17. Right, Champ?

She begins to trot away with an elegance that makes Labor love her more despite the fact that she is suddenly, for all intents and purposes, his worst enemy.

Cheap Labor: Hey, Tempest.

Tempest: Yes? What’s up?

She turns. Her face is alight with a genuinely happy smile.

Dramatic pause. Oh, it’s so dramatic.

Cheap Labor: … will you promise to be friends with me no matter what happens with the match?

Tempest looks shocked, but then she laughs and throws her head back. The Glitter Fairy pushes a rogue lock of hair out of her face.

Tempest: Well of course I will! Don’t be silly.

She giggles and trots off with a little wave, forgetting that Labor ever had something exciting to tell her. Labor’s heart feels beat like a rented mule, a red-headed stepchild, a hooker with an angry pimp, or some other thing that is often routinely whipped. As she rounds the corner and out of his view, Labor disintegrates into a heap next to his Little Red Wagon. Po Boy pokes his nose through the roll-cage to try and comfort his master but Labor is clearly inconsolable. The scene fades to black.

Yale: Love is the fart of every heart, JB. Doth when held in it pains the host but when let it pains others most. I feel bad for the guy!

JB: But you’ve got to feel good for the fans! Breaking news for those just tuning in: Cheap Labor and Tempest will square off head-to-head at NC-17 with the Television Title on the line!

Yale: I bet Labor doesn’t even hit girls. This will be interesting, JB. With Cheap Labor, it always is.

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After his victory last week against Bryan Mayhem, one would imagine that Markus Stone would be arrogantly strutting around the backstage area as if he were Jesus himself. Instead, the former member of the record breaking tag duo Banned & Exiled paces back and forth nearby the exit door with a folded piece of paper in his hand, grumbling to himself about the time he had wasted thus far just staying there. He stuffs the paper in the pocket of his jeans and starts to walk away down the hall, until his favorite person in the entire word (to harass) catches his eyes.

At that same time, she too catches sight of Stone, and immediately quickens her pace. She brushes past Stone, pretending not to see him, but as per usual his presence is impossible to ignore given once she passes by he keeps right on her heels.  She stops right at the exit door, pretending not to see Markus, though he’s practically breathing right down her neck.

Stone gives it a moment, expecting Tessa to erupt with a full batch of anger at any moment, given what transpired between the two earlier.

It never comes.

What he does notice though is the piece of paper Tessa is fumbling in her hand. He peaks down at it and notices it has a message similar to his. He smirks wide before breaking the silence.

Stone: I get what you’re up to. That’s real cute of you Tess.

Tessa blinks twice, having absolutely no clue what Markus is talking about, though she refuses to acknowledge her ambivalence with words.

Stone: I’ve got news for you though darling, if this is your attempts at a setup, you REALLY need to do some work.

Somehow, Tessa manages to keep her cool, though it’s pretty damn obvious by the contorted look on her face that she’s damn near ready to explode. She keeps her silence though, clutching on to her piece of paper tightly.

Stone, tired of playing the waiting game for whatever it was he was called here for, slowly runs his hand through Tessa’s hair. His hand stops halfway down as he wraps it around his fist then pulls with a god awful grasp on it that yanks Tessa’s head back.

Stone: So where is he?

A really bad mistake on his behalf. Tessa turns towards him, fists up and ready to fight. She narrows her eyes as she starts to scream at him.

Windsor: Don’t you dare get any closer! I am NOT here for you, you sick piece of shit! I don’t like you, I never will.

Stone: Oh really? Never is such a strong word to use considering way back when, some little girly could not function on her own without my guidance. So quick to forget we are.

Windsor: And then I grew up. Case closed. I am NOT going to let you best me.

Stone: I already have. Need I repeat myself one more time?

Windsor eyes thin as she stares back at Stone with pure disgust.

Windsor: Save it. I’m not going to stand around here and play that game with you.

She stands ready to fight should Stone come at her again. Stone looks over at her chuckles, knowing full well if he pandered her long enough she’d fall off her guard.

Stone: Yet you’re here right now, trying to play cutesy little games with me. I know how he thinks Tess, he’s just like me. I’m already well aware this is a setup; I’m just waiting for it all to unravel.

Windsor: He’s not anything like you.

Stone: He’s EXACTLY like me, you poor little thing.

He had Tessa there. Glaring her down he starts to back up her up against the door. Throwing up her arms, she pleaded.

Windsor: It is NOT what you think. I don’t play these stupid little mind games like you. You played your little head game last week. You won. I’m done with you making a game out of my personal and professional life.

Stone: Are you really?

Windsor: Leave now Markus, or I swear to god I’ll make you regret it.

Stone: How many times have I heard that from you these past few weeks? And you have yet to produce.

“TA DA!”

The voice that erupts from down the hall is high pitched and feminine. Both Windsor and Stone’s heads swivel to look in that direction as the camera turns and finds Tempest, trotting toward them with a happy smile on her face and her red and blue Haitian flag covered coffee can in hand.

Tempest: Yay! I just knew you’d both come.

Tempest steps up to the two with her brightest smile, oblivious to the tension, or choosing to ignore it.

Tempest: Now, I know you’re wondering why I called this little meeting. But I noticed you two have been having some… issues and I thought maybe working on something together would help.

Stone stands there with his arms folded over his chest, clearly not amused that this was what he came here for.

Stone: What the hell is this about?

Tempest: Well, see I started this little campaign, “Love for Haiti,” to collect donations for UNICEF and urge our fans to give to the relief effort in Haiti, right? But there are so many folks to get to! I could really use some help and you two…

Tempest smiles and puts an arm around each of their shoulders.

Tempest: I’m just thinking that maybe if you spent a little time on the same side of… SOMETHING, it would help you see that maybe your differences aren’t so great after all.

Markus and Tessa exchange glances. A smile twitches at the corners of Markus mouth while Tessa's face contorts into disgust.
    
Windsor: No way-
    
Stone: We'd ever neglect the poor little Indonesians!
    
Markus interrupts Tessa, finishing her sentence for her.

If looks could kill, Markus Stone would have fell flat on his back and rolled over straight into his grave the moment Tessa glared over at him.

Windsor: First off, please tell me you did not just use ‘we’ in that sentence. There is NO we. There NEVER was a ‘we’. Second off, their Haitians, NOT Indonesians. Even you can’t possibly be that retarded….wait….never mind….

Markus sheepishly looks at Tessa, failing miserably at looking innocent.
    
Stone: Just give me a chance, puh-puh-puhleaaaaase!
    
Windsor: Oh hell no!
    
Tessa emphatically plants her hands on her hips, glaring at Markus.
    
Stone: But Tessa, what about the kids?
    
Tempest quickly chimes in, adding more pressure to Tessa's decision.
    
Tempest: Yeah Tessa, there are kids who don't have homes anymore. We're obligated to come together and aid those less fortunate.
    
Stone: Of course, this is a little more serious than handing out some action figures.
    
And a pinch of guilt to finish the recipe.
    
Windsor: I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're right. I really do have to do something more than give away some cheap Markus Stone dolls to children.
    
Stone: Action figures.
    
Tempest: Dolls.
    
Stone: ACTION FIGURES.

Tempest: Oh, that's so awesome! I know you guys can handle this. You're bigger than your differences!
    
Tempest grins and hops lightly behind Tessa, rubbing her shoulders lightly and reassuringly.

Tempest: You got this Tessa. And I just bet that Markus is going to prove that underneath all that bluster lies the heart of a real champ, right Markus?

Markus smiles warmly at Tempest, and slowly turns his gaze back to Tessa.
    
Stone: Oh, why yes. Heart of a champ indeed. That's what this is all about, isn't it? Being a champion of the common man, showing the world what integrity truly is. Why, I like to think of myself as a paragon of integrity, don't you think so Tess?

Tessa glares at Markus as if he’s clinically insane.

Windsor: Never in a million years. Can’t I just help you on my own? I’d love to raise money. But with him? Not a chance in hell.
    
Tempest: Now Tessa, come on... First off, I know you want to help. Never had any doubt about that. But what better way to mend fences with someone you've been having trouble with? And before it's too late. I just hate to see old friends losing a bond they once shared. And sometimes a little something outside yourselves is all it takes.

Grumbling, Tessa glares over at Markus before sighing.

Windsor: Fine, I’ll do it.

Stone throws him arm around Tessa’s shoulder.

Stone: Now that’s the spirit Tessie!

Windsor: Would you stop calling me that? We’re not friends!

Stone: Who says we can’t be? Don’t you remember the good old days. Deflating tires, wallpapering Caldera’s locker room, crowd surfing…..

Windsor: That was Chris, NOT me.

Stone: Yes, but you loved us for it. Don’t you remember?

Windsor: Love is definitely an overstatement.

Stone: Maybe to you. Regardless, we are going to be the best fundraising team EVA~!

Tempest looks between the two with a hopeful smile and then her gaze settles on Tessa.
    
Tempest: Don't you worry Tess. I have a feeling everything is going to work out just smashing.

Tessa head drops in defeat as she exhales.

Windsor: Let’s hope so.

Yale: So, what do you think of Markus Stone now JB? You can’t possibly say anything bad about him now!

Bryan: He’s only doing this because he knows it’ll get under Tessa’s skin.

Yale: You always underestimate him JB. Just wait, I can promise you one day we’ll see his name in the book of GCW legends.

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The camera focuses in the darkness as shadows move, seeming to congeal and then move apart once again. A glow of red shimmers briefly and then subsides to one side just as a noise like footsteps becomes louder. A sliver of light pierces the darkness as a door opens and a light is flicked on, revealing Tempest, with her Haitian flag covered coffee can still in hand and a bright smile on her face. She hops nimbly over the chair before her dressing table and flips up the lid of a metallic laptop before tapping away at it, peering intently at the screen’s contents.

As the camera pans around a reflection of Donny Diamond can be seen in the mirror as he stands behind Tempest. He taps her on the shoulder and she leaps as though an electric shock has shot through her body. She makes a mad grab for her nearby open suitcase and she spins in midair. Something frilly, pink and possibly unmentionable goes flying and a pair of brightly painted castanets too, as she comes up with a large red fan in hand and flicks it open instinctively, holding it out before her like a sword. Her eyes flutter in disbelief and then she focuses on Diamond again, maintaining her stance and doing her darnedest to look unflustered. Slowly he leans into her, forcing his face mere inches from touching hers before he speaks.

Donny Diamond: I know you were sure you had seen the last of me after you pinned me last week, but you were so very wrong my dear.

Tempest: Obviously. This your usual post match loss ritual? I usually just go for toast and tea.

Donny snarls down at Tempest, dressed in her shimmering holographic wet look top and black pants with a subtle glitter, clearly not a fighting outfit.

Donny Diamond: That little win has set back my claims to climb to the top of the mountain here in GCW. And one of the things I hate the most is having my plans delayed, because someone just couldn't do what they were born to do and lay on their back!

Tempest scowls and flicks her fan at him, then fans herself lightly.

Tempest: Lucky for you I’m the forgiving type and choose to ignore that implied little insult. But only because I’m happy to lay on my back. It’s surprisingly good leverage for sticking my foot in your throat.

Becoming very annoyed with her antics he roars in anger causing the lights in the room to flicker, and the mirror on the wall to crack. Tempest jumps again, peering over her shoulder at the cracked mirror curiously. His focus goes back to Tempest as he walks back towards her and tightens the gloves on his hand.

Donny Diamond: To you everything in GCW is a joke, and that is the problem I have with you. You prance around your locker room and laugh, and toss your glitter about like me being here is nothing. Though you need to take my presence a bit more serious because unlike that Plastic-Champion, Cheap Labor, that you were flirting with last week you do not make me weak at the knees.

Tempest: Oh good point, only weak in the head after a System Crash or two. Listen, you’re a tough piece of work. Not like you handed it over to me last week. And we do not have to be enemies unless you’re really determined to be a creep who lurks in my locker room and makes an ass of himself.

Donny Diamond: That is what is going to prevent you from becoming a Champion here in GCW! You want to be friends with everyone, and I have no interest in becoming one of your friends. I do not allow myself to get attached to anyone, because it will only slow me down. Friendship leads to drama, just look at the drama Tessa got herself into with that ungrateful bitch Vivica!

Tempest shrugs lightly, pursing her lips as she shakes her head slightly at Diamond.

Tempest: You do it your way and I’ll do it mine. I bet my way is more fun! And I intend to have someone to celebrate my victories with. And there will be plenty of them. You can’t enjoy it? I’m sorry to hear that. Oh…

She reaches behind her and grabs the coffee can covered in the Haitian flag.

Tempest: This is probably a waste of time, but you’re more than welcome to prove me wrong. I’m doing a charity drive for the relief efforts in Haiti… you know, those people with way bigger problems than losing a match.

Donny Diamond: A campaign for Haiti? Ha! Keep it up and maybe I'll add a dead ferret to the mix... After all I hear the people are getting hungry.

Looking over to Tempest he sparks a grin before speaking again.

Donny Diamond: Just remember Tempest... Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow... Some day down the road there will be a rematch between the two of us. And on that very day I will defeat you, and your little ferrets too!

Not having any desire to hear Tempest's reaction he makes his way to the door. Before making his exit he nods his head slightly as small flames erupt on the bench inside her locker room. Tempest grabs a moving blanket left by one of the crews and tosses it over the flames with a huff and hollers after Diamond.

Tempest: Jerk!

She sighs and looks at the fan in her hand before tossing it into her suitcase. It lands on something that squeaks.

Tempest: Godammit I need a better packing list.

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Clyde Fox prances around on his tippy toes trying to make as little noise as possible so “Kal El’s” super hearing ability doesn’t detect him. Behind Clyde another pair of feet, much smaller, and just as quietly in spite of the tallish black boots of the wearer. The camera travels up the form of Tempest that has fallen in behind him, up her shimmering black pants and deep scoop necked wet look top. In her hand, she carries the Haitian flag covered coffee can she’s been toting. She smirks very slightly and reaches up tentatively, then taps Clyde on the shoulder.

Fox spins his head around as if he’s seen a ghost. After realizing it’s the just the petit Tempest in front of him, he gathers himself in a presentable manner.

Fox: Oh heto there Tent-ress. You almost scared me. I thought you were someone else. You gotta whisper though... he could hear us.

Tempest giggles softly and tilts her head curiously.

Tempest: Who?

Suddenly she realizes that was not a whisper and lowers her voice.

Tempest: I mean… who? Why are we whispering?

Fox leans in closely, nearly rubbing noses with the sparkly female. His eyes dart back and forth as if someone is listening from a distance.

Fox: You know... Kal El. He’s got super duper listening skills, and after what I did to him the past couple of weeks, I’m just trying to keep a low profile ya know?

Yale: I’m surprised Fox has even shown up tonight JB.

Bryan: Well unlike you Dave, he obviously cares about more than just picking up a paycheck. He’s got fans to see.

Fox: But hey, let’s not talk about the beast we don’t refer to eh?

Clyde smiles, hiding his trembling emotions. He then notices the can in Tempest’s hands.

Fox: Nice can! What’s that for?

Tempest: Oh! This... well, I’m collecting donations for a little campaign I have going. I call it Love for Haiti! You know, helping out the victims of the earthquake and all. I figure it’s the least we can do. Besides, I think I owe you an apology for dropping lollipops into the middle of your stuff the last few shows. Sometimes my aim kind of sucks... No pun intended.

Clyde seems a little taken back by everything. He pieces it together as his eyebrows fluctuate more than those kids in that Cadbury commercial.

Fox: The lollipop thing is cool. I do it all the time. This one time I dropped my gobstopper in the toilet. Good thing for that five second rule eh?

Bryan: He didn’t just say that.

Fox: But ummmm... you’re running a campaign to determine whether you love or hate me?

Yale: I’m buying him that lexicon JB! She said Haiti! Not hate me.

Fox: Quite frankly I’m flattered but I think I’m out of your league. Or wait... was I suppose to say it the other way around? Gee whiz, I can never get it right!

Tempest snickers into her hand and shakes her head.

Tempest: No, no. I like you just fine! Haiti is a country! You know, the one where they just had the terrible earthquake and people are hurt and sick and homeless and need help. That’s what I’m running the campaign for. I’m afraid lollipops won’t do it for them.

The light bulb shines brightly above Clyde’s head.

Fox: Ohhhhh, hay-tee. Well why didn’t you just say so? Yeah I remember hearing about that earthquake. What a kwappy situation huh? Well I got just the thing to donate for your cause Tent-ress! You see... I bought a surplus of underwear a while back. After I saw the trailer for the movie 2012 I figured I better stock up on undies. You know, just in case I need a fresh pair to change into. That and the whole Ebay-Paypal thing is a deadly combo.

Tempest’s eyebrows rise very slightly. The corners of her mouth twitch and she mouths the word “underwear” before speaking.

Tempest: Right... underwear. I’m sure the Haitians are desperately in need of such um... essentials. I mean I wouldn’t be, but that’s neither here nor there. Sure! We’ll go with that.

Yale: Did she just say... ?

Bryan: Don’t go there.

Yale: Oh I am so there.

The sound comes from nowhere and it is loud enough and booming enough to make both Clyde and Tempest jump.

Knight: FOX!

Yale: Knight!

Fox: AHHHHHH!

Clyde's cry is abruptly cut as LeStatt Knight launches himself towards him. Although Knight is a very agile big man, Fox is a super quick small man and he easily outmaneuvers the former World Champion and performs a diving roll to get behind Tempest where he immediately stands back up and actually shoves Tempest right into the waiting arms of a hungry beast.

Bryan: What the? Fox just sacrificed Tempest!

Yale: Brilliant move I must say! Knight's eyes never drop from Clyde however and he merely lifts Tempest straight into the air and places her down beside him to move in on Clyde again.

Tempest: Eep! What the..

Fox: Ah ha! Stop right there... KAL EL!

Fox shoves his hands down his pants faster than when his wireless network is at peak operating capacity. He pulls out the most magnificent piece of green glowing rock.

Fox: I’VE GOT KWPTONITE... BIG TIME!

Yale: That’s not going to stop Knight... that wouldn’t even stop Superman. Why? Because he’s not real!

Bryan: A for effort though. I mean, Clyde had to go through the trouble of finding some green glowing rock somewhere.

Fox holds up the “kryptonite” and shakes his fist as if it holds some sort of mystical power.

Tempest looks back and forth between the two and face palms.

Fox continues to hold the rock out in front of him looking confident for only a few short moments, stopping only when he realizes that it doesn't appear to be having any affect.  LeStatt lets out a low grunt and takes a step forward.

Fox: TAKE THAT!

Clyde then throws the Kryptonite with all his strength towards Knight, watching as it sails through the air and hits Knight in the chest and then bounces harmlessly to the floor. Everyone freezes. Knight's eyes move down to the floor then back up to Clyde, a look of fury and amusement somehow blended on his face.

Knight: I'm going to rip your damn head off!

Fox: AAAAAHHHHH!

Clyde turns and begins sprinting down the hallway, all the while yelling out the same phrase over and over again.

Fox: Sowwie Temp! Sowwie Temp! Sowwie Temp!

Tempest shakes her head as she watches the rapidly departing Clyde Fox.

Tempest: Wow, I don’t even scream like that and I AM a girl.

LeStatt doesn't even acknowledge Tempest standing just a few feet beside him, his eyes still locked in on the hallway that Fox has recently vacated. Tempest does turn her attention towards Knight though; her eyes moving from Knight to her Haiti can and back again. She clears her throat and gamely speaks.

Tempest: So, don’t suppose I could interest you in my little Love for Haiti campaign... even if I had a bulldozer to draw your attention away from Clyde Fox?

Knight: What about that little bastard?

Knight breaks his stare at the mention of his name and turns to Tempest. She smiles at him and shakes the can a few times for special effect.

Knight: Bill me senorita. I've got a bug to step on.

As Knight walks away Tempest huffs, but then her eyes light up and a smirk worthy of the Cheshire cat creeps across her lips. With a little giggle she exits the scene.

Yale: Dave, What is that little hellion planning.

Bryan: I have no idea, but I'm sure it'll be amusing. For whom? I can't begin to guess though.

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Bryan: This match looks be a disaster of humanity waiting to happen.

Yale: Well Mayhem is always looking to make a disaster if he can.

The lights are extinguished and a bright ray of red light points directly at the megatron. The screen fades from a dark nothingness to a a vision of a mushroom cloud, followed by the picture of a vaguely famaliar mansion, than immediately to an unmarked, exhumed grave, with the mist of the now warm body billowing into the cold air.

30 men, all bald, pale, with small goatees and mustaches wearing black cloaks, with a rope tassle around their waists, resembling demonic monks walk in uniform, like an army of darkness, left, right, left, right, left, right, down the aisle all carrying candles, lit dimly.

A loud static sound is heard throughout the arena, almost defeaning, the crowd on hand silent, not aware of what's happening.

A rhythmic double bass drum erupts, and in unison strobe lights flash the arena.


The images of death and destruction on the screen are succumbed by a blackness once again. Words appear on the screen.


WE'LL DO AWAY
WITH YOUR KIND.


COUNTDOWN TO
EXTERMINATE THE
HUMAN RACE.


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The cloaked men begin to sway in unison as "Puritania" by Dimmu Borgir blasts through the arena. The megatron once again keying in on that exhumed hole in the earth.


Coming from behind the screen is another cloaked man, only his face is dripping blood, but his cloak and tassle is still the same. A wall of fire erupts behind him as he stands there, mic in his hands. He points at the crowd, than towards his minions in the aisles. They stop their swaying and get to their knees and begin, in unison, a ritual bow.

The bloodied man, with loud Black Metal behind him begins to speak into the mic with a distorted crackled voice.

"Let chaos entwine, on defenseless soil"
"Remove errors of man and sweep all the weakening kind"


A loud eruption shakes the venue, and walking in from the wall of fire is a very recognizable figure. 6'11" 325 lbs long black deadlocks, and the most evil of painted faces. The crowd erupts at the return of.........BRYAN MAYHEM!!!

"I am war, I am Pain, I am all you've ever slain"
"I am tears in your eyes, I am grief I am lies"

Mayhem makes his way slowly down the aisle, each candle being extinguished on its own as Mayhem passes it. The crowd is in a frenzy, it has been a year, and Mayhem has made his return!"

"Bygone are Tolerance, and presence of Grace"
Scavengers are sent out, to cleanse the filth of Human Parades."

The exhumed hole on the megatron begins disappear on the screen as images of fire, blood, and Belmont make its way into view. Mayhem's pace is methodical, knowing his time of retribution is only a matter of feet in front of him. He stares deep into the souls of the ring, and clenches his fists.

"I am pure, I am True, I am all over you."
"I am laugh, I am smile, I am the earth Defiled."

Mayhem gets to the final two candles. All the cloaked men are still bowing in a ritual unison. Mayhem turns his back to the ring and faces the men that guided his entrance back to the ring.

Mayhem raises his hands, and in remarkable choreography each of the cloaked men rise to their feet in unison.

"I am the cosmic Storm, I am the Tiny Worms."
"I am fear in the night, I am Bringer of the Light"

At the word Light, the music cuts off, the lights in the arena come on, as all the cloaks fall empty, including the man with the mic. Nothing left but a pile cloth, no human life supporting them. Mayhem turns his head, and stares back into the ring...

Joey Andrews: Making his way down to the ring first from Belmont, Englad at a weight of 348lbs. He is The Lunatic of GCW, HE IS BRYAN MAYHEMMMM!!!!!

The building is struck into darkness and an eery stillness fills the air.

Suddenly a bright light encaptulates the entrance way and Forevermore by Shadows Fall blasts out of the pa system.

Out of the darkness and into the light comes Lori Equinox, who is greeted by a mixed of cheers and jeers from the crowd.

He holds his arms up in the air and looks to the sky, soaking up the welcome he receives.

As he starts to walk forward the light follows him, ensuring that he can be seen by all around.

On his way to the ring he has a few altercations with members of the crowd, some are not so friendly.

As he reaches the ring he tunrs his head to look behind himself. With a smile he turns back to the ring and hoists himself up with the second rope before entering.

Once he is in he makes his way to the far corner and lifts himself to the top rope to enjoy the attention of the crowd.

Joey Andrews: And his opponent hailing from an unknown region at 235lbs, it is LORI EQUINOXXXXXX!!!!!!

Yale: Mayhem and Equinox look to do battle, but I think Mayhem is a lot more excited for the pain he can cause.

Bryan: Mayhem may be looking for inflict some punishment, but Equinox is a man that can handle it!

The bell sounds and the two men stare each other down from across the ring. They move in and go into a standard grapple where Mayhem shows his strength by pushing Equinox around the ring. Using his power Mayhem pushes Equinox down from the grapple, but Equinox is quick with a drop toe hold. However Mayhem only drops to one knee, due to the mismatch in power. Equinox is quick to his feet, and catches Mayhem on the side of his head with a knee lift before he can climb back to his feet.

Bryan: Equinox managed to bait Mayhem into a power game in order to start his own offense!

Yale: Indeed, but it will take more than a drop toe hold to win this contest.

Equinox keeps the pace moving along with some knee lifts into Mayhem's chest, but Mayhem simply ignores them as he grabs Equinox around the ribs and lifts him into the air. Holding him in a loose bear hug, Mayhem dashes towards the corner and slams Equinox into the turnbuckles. He holds his back in pain as Mayhem takes a few steps back and runs back in for a body splash sending Equinox down onto the canvas. Laying on his stomach, Equinox slowly crawls up onto all four and Mayhem slams him across the back with a double axehandle.

Yale: Mayhem showed no pain after the knee lifts him Equinox.

Bryan: But Equinox's face sure looks the opposite after that axehandle!

Mayhem pulls Equinox back onto his feet only to push him back against the ropes. He starts slamming into Equinox with some rapid forearm strikes in the ribs, then grabs him by the arm and pulls him forward into another bear hug. Before the hold could be locked completely in Equinox slipped his arms inside the grapple of Mayhem to prevent full pressure. Equinox squeezes out of the hold and in one swift motion sends Mayhem down to the mat with a release belly-to-belly suplex. Mayhem rolls over and starts to get back up onto his feet, but Equinox uses his speed to drop a knee across the back of Mayhem's neck.

Bryan: A student of the game is Lori Equinox and it sure shows as he was aware of his ring placement there.

Yale: I would agree with you, but it will take a lot more for Equinox to secure a win here.

Managing to make his way acorss the ropes, Mayhem lays over the bottom rope to stop some of the momentum from Equinox. Though that was only a quick fix as Equinox springboards himself over the top rope and crashes down on the back of Mayhem's neck with an apron leg drop. Equinox rolls back into the ring before David Fellows can star the count, and he grabs Mayhem by the leg and drags him back into the middle of the ring, only to drop forward and hook him in a crossface. Fellows is there to make sure Mayhem doesn't tap, but it seems the submission isn't working as Mayhem powers himself up onto all four. Equinox releases the chinlock, but keeps the arm held and rolls Mayhem over into a half crucifix pin attempt.

One..........

Tw--

Mayhem rolls over out of the pin and is back up to his feet for a moment as he swings Equinox around and drops him with a sidewalk slam. Jeers come from the crowd as Mayhem sits on the mat next to Equinox with a crazy look on his face. Mayhem is back up to his feet and stands there waiting for Equinox to do the same, and once Equinox is standing Mayhem dashes towards him and hits him in the ribs with a spear. Equinox lays on the mat coughing as he holds his ribs, that is until Mayhem grabs him by the arm and drags him into the middle off the ring.

Yale: See... This is why I like Mayhem, he's relentless!

Bryan: I hate to say it, but I do agree with that fact.

Mayhem leaps into the air from the mat and comes back down with a double knee drop into the ribs of Equinox. To try and fight the offense of Mayhem away Equinox slowly crawls up to his feet, but Mayhem grabs him around the throat and lifts him into the air. Equinox blocks the chokeslam attempt by grabbing the ropes, Mayhem lets him back down to his feet and slams him down onto the mat with a STO. Equinox rolls over onto his stomach and Mayhem quickly drops a knee into the small of his back, he then pulls the left arm of Equinox up and around his neck, flips him over and pulls back hard locking in "Lucifer's Grip".

Bryan: This is it I know it!

Yale: Equinox is tough, but can he really witstand that much pain?

Fellows is there watching for the tap out from Equinox as he struggles in pain from the hold. An Equinox chant starts in the crowd causing Mayhem to pull harder and laugh. Equinox is asked several times if he wants to tap as he rocks side to side finally rolling onto his side to release some of the pressure. Mayhem is quick and rolls Equinox back to hook the move back in fully, but doing so gave Equinox the chance to get his feet wrapped around the middle rope. Fellows orders Mayhem to release the hold, but he refuses to do so and the five count starts.

One..........

Two..........

Three..........

Fou--

Equinox pushes off the ropes and uses the force to roll backwards over Mayhem turning the submission onto him in a quick pin attempt.

One..........

Two..........

Thre--

Mayhem releases the submission which breaks the pin attempt as well. Mayhem and Equinox are both back to their feet and Mayhem goes for a clothesline, Equinox ducks and meets a rebounding Mayhem in the face with a drop kick. Equinox seems to have a second chance as the cheers from the crowd get louder, and he pulls Mayhem up into a front headlock. He meets him with some knees to the ribs and then lifts him for a suplex and drops him across the top rope. Equinox uses this for his advantage and pulls Mayhem off from the top rope into a stiff piledriver on the mat.

Yale: I cannot believe Equinox managed to out smart Mayhem and then regain the offense after that!

Bryan: This seems to be a real test to see what Equinox is able to handle.

Equinox keeps his pace and kicks Mayhem in the face a few times before climbing up on the middle rope. He watches the massive Mayhem climb to his feet and leaps onto him for Tez press, but Mayhem catches him and hoists him into the air for the "Oblivion Bomb". Before he can complete the lift Equinox hooks his legs around him for a head scissors then grabs the ropes for added pressure. Fellows warns Equinox to break the hold, but a three count is more than enough for Equinox to choke Mayhem down onto his knees before breaking the hold. Equinox hits the far ropes and comes back hard with a drop kick to the back of Mayhem's head.

Bryan: Equinox is making sure Mayhem doesn't have enough left in him to try that again.

Yale: Maybe seems wobbly after that drop kick.

Mayhem lays down on the mat face-first and Equinox kicks him in the head a couple of times before pulling him up to his feet and going behind him. Hooking him around the waist Equinox lifts him back and sends him down onto the mat with a German suplex. He keeps the lock type and rolls to his feet with Mayhem to attempt a second, but in mid-lift Mayhem turns over and lands on top of Equinox. Mayhem hooks him in a side headlock and starts pummeling him in the face with some stiff punches as some of the face paint from Mayhem begins to crumble off.

Yale: Mayhem is showing the sadistic side of himself here with that punching combo.

Bryan: Yes, but it still seems he's becoming a bit frustrated.

He hits his hands down on the mat before getting back to his feet and more jeers meet Mayhem. Grabbing Equinox by the head he pulls him up into a standing head scissors, then proceeds into a double underhook and lifts him into the air only to drop him across his knee for a back breaker. Equinox wrenches in pain as Mayhem starts kicking him in the ribs and follows up a body splash, hurting the ribs even more.

Bryan: I think he's making sure Equinox is hurt enough to not try the Poison Frog.

Yale: Or maybe he's just making sure Equinox is hurt!

Mayhem pulls Equinox up to his feet and meets him with some stiff punches in the ribs and then pushes him into the ropes again. This time Mayhem keeps him pressed against the turnbuckles and then starts with some shoulder blocks and backs up a couple of feet. Equinox stumbles forward and Mayhem sends him down to the mat with and over head toss. Trying to fight against the pain Equinox is back to his feet and Mayhem slams him back down with a big boot to the face.

Yale: SLAM! Equinox just got drilled hard!

Bryan: And if that wasn't enough it looks like he wants to dismember the face of Equinox even more.

Mayhem hoists Equinox off from the mat into a fireman's carry and makes his way to the turnbuckles with him. He spins Equinox forward going for a snake eye's, but Equinox is quick and grabs him around the back of his neck and slams him face first into the turnbuckle while landing on the ring apron. Mayhem stumbles back some, holding his face, and Equinox climbs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps forward going behind Mayhem only to bring him down with a neckbreaker.

Bryan: The neckbreaker was nicely placed!

Yale: If Equinox keeps trying such high risks moves, he will wear himself out before Mayhem is finished.

Equinox swiftly makes it towards the feet of Mayhem and hooks them under his arms and falls back sending Mayhem into the turnbuckles chest first. He rolls back to his feet and runs towards Mayhem and leaps into the air planting double knees into his ribs. The assault is continued with constand knee lifts to the spine until Fellows steps between the two of them seperating them. Equinox pushes Fellows aside and splashes into Mayhem again and pulls him from the corner and onto the mat with a snap suplex. Equinox keeps it rolling as he runs to the ropes and springboards off back onto Mayhem with a moonsault. He follows it up with some fast knee drops into the ribs of Mayhem and then a nice spotted an elbow drop across the chest.

Yale: Equinox is trying to use his speed to out-do Mayhem.

Bryan: It's smart strategy since he could never out power him!

Mayhem shoves Equinox back and stumbles slowly to his feet as Equinox comes back with some punches to the face. Again Mayhem pushes Equinox back out of annoyance only to have Equinox come back with a kick to the stomach, Mayhem stumbles back some as Equinox comes back in for some more. Before Equinox gets it going Mayhem grabs him around the throat and lifts him into the air for a chokeslam. Just before impact Equinox is able to hook in a DDT and both men crash hard onto the mat!

Bryan: Oh my God that chokeslam just ended Equinox!

Yale: No! He countered with a DDT! Or did he?

Equinox scrambles around as does Mayhem and the two of them are back on their feet. Mayhem goes for a big time haymaker, Equinox ducks and cartwheels towards Mayhem as he turns around and catches him for a DDT. Mayhem quickly pushes Equinox back a tad and then kicks him in the stomach and pulls him into a standing head scissors. He lifts Equinox into the air then slams him back down onto mat for the "Oblivion Bomb"! He slouches over Equinox while hooking the leg as Fellows drops down to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!

Joey Andrews: And the winner of the match is BRYAN MAYHEM!!!

Bryan: Equinox just couldn't cough up a win.

Yale: And now the only thing he is coughing up is blood!

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Only a half hour into their ‘Fundraising for Haiti Mediation Mission’, Tessa Windsor was already damn near ready to stab Markus Stone in the face with something sharp. The entire time they’d been together, Markus Stone had taken the liberty to blabber on and on about his so called adopted Haitian child named Padre. Of course, Tessa refused to look upon it as anything more than pure BS coming straight from the mouth of Markus Stone.

Windsor: I keep telling you, Padre is not a Haitian name.

Stone: Well I’m sending a dime a day to some kid named Padre. Ok so it’s not my dime, I gave them some random credit card number.

Windsor: Does the mirror crack when you look into it?

Stone: Does the mirror even show your reflection when you look into it?

Windsor briefly buries her head in her palm, stalling in front of the locker room of the woman who just might be GCW’s most hated star of the moment, Vivica J. Valentine. Markus looks up at the nameplate and of course has to make another wise ass remark.

Stone: Great idea short stuff! Let’s try and coax some money out of Vivica. I’m all for another hot and rowdy catfig…..I mean charitable charity work.

Windsor: You’re not coming with me.

Stone: What?

With her hands planted firmly on her hips, Tessa looks Markus straight in the eye.

Windsor: Stay put.

Stone: What about that whole teamwork thing?

Windsor: We are NOT soliciting Vivica. I’m just having a quick word with her.

Stone: Yes mam. I’ll stay right here.

Windsor: Good.

Windsor slowly opens the door and pokes her head in, looking for any trace of her currently anguished friend, as well as her opponent in the evenings main event, Vivica J. Valentine. Of course right behind her, pushing his way in is Markus Stone.

Windsor: I thought I told you to stay.

Stone: I thought you meant stay right behind you. I love the view from here.

Windsor: Going.to.vomit.

Stone: I have that kind of effect on women.

Shaking off Markus, Tessa refocuses herself for what she came in here for in the first place.

Windsor: Vivi, you around to talk?

Valentine: Yeah, I'm around...
    
For the first time in a long time you see what appears to be a smirk on the face of the Bulletproof Blonde. Like a burden has been lifted off of her shoulders. New and refreshed as she's kicked back on the sofa in her room.
    
Valentine: What'd you want?

Windsor: I just want to talk about earlier.

Tessa pauses for a moment to recollect her thoughts before proceeding ahead with her next question.

Windsor: What was that all about Vivi? That’s not you. It’s not even close to what you’re about. If there’s something else bothering just please let me know, you know you can talk to me about anything.

Valentine: Earlier? You mean in the ring?
    
She perked up for just a moment before going on.
    
Valentine: I feel so free now. You know... maybe LeStatt Knight was right about one thing in his life, maybe we're all better off not caring about what they think. They spend their $10 and they do nothing but sit in the dark and judge every single move we make. They try to control us Tessa and make us do things just to appease them.
    
Windsor: But Vi...
    
Valentine: Hear me out here, I'm getting somewhere I promise. When we do them, they decide if we're good enough or not for them. The almighty masters of wrestling. They think they should decide who wins or loses... not by talent mind you, but by a popularity contest. Going out there and trying to politic to earn their respect and kill myself for their enjoyment is such a burden. Do you have any idea how... uplifting it is to go into our match tonight knowing I don't have to do whatever they want me to?

Windsor: You can’t be serious Viv. Who the heck is feeding this nonsense? They liked you because they could relate to you! It has absolutely nothing to do with politics. You’ve known that forever! Why are you suddenly choosing to block that aspect of it out of your mind? It makes no sense Viv!

Valentine: One of these days Tessa, you're going to bust your ass out there... and you're going to almost kill yourself and then you're going to hear something that you never thought you'd hear. You're going to hear them cheer the other person because no matter what you do, it's not good enough anymore. It's going to make you question everything that you've ever done in your life. It's not going to be easy and you might even cry...
    
Vivica pauses for a moment.
    
Valentine: Lord knows I did, but then you're going to come to the conclusion that from the very start you shouldn't have based your entire world around them. You should've put yourself first from the beginning, because at the end of the night... right before you crawl into bed there is only going to be one person you have to face in the mirror. There is only one person's whose judgments really mean anything. And that's yourself.

Windsor: Does the mirror crack when you look into it?

Stone: DUDE! She totally just said that to me outside, and I was all like “Does the mirror even show your reflection when you look into it?” and it was FUNNY!

Vivica just blankly stares at him, trying to figure out what Markus Stone is talking about.

Stone: I guess you had to be there. Hilarious I tell you, Padre would have loved it. That poor little Haitian guy.

On that note, Markus holds out the tin cup with “UNICEF” written on it in black marker. He shakes the can a few times, the sound of a few loose coins rattling around inside. Windsor shoots the angriest of glares in his direction before she addresses his sudden intrusion into the conversation.

Windsor: Didn’t I tell you to stay put?

Stone: I dunno, you might have, I wasn’t paying attention. I was too busy staring at that sweet apple ass of yours.

Valentine: ...Right. Well, here you go.
    
Reaching into her wallet, Vivica pulls out a $20 bill and waves it towards Markus. Rushing across the room like a dog to a treat, Stone catches the twenty inside of his tin cup with enthusiastic satisfaction. Getting comfortable back on her sofa, Vivica focuses back in on Tessa Windsor.
    
Valentine: Well you guys better get going, you have a lot of... uhh... making lots of money for charity to do. While you're going around taking donations and trying to make people like you more Tessa, I'll be here... cracking mirrors was it? Oh right, and getting ready to win our match tonight. Good luck Tess, looks like you're going to need it.

Tessa glares at Vivica, visually disappointed in the woman her friend has become.

Windsor: Perhaps in your mind. I think it’s been proven plenty that I can stand toe to toe with you.

Stepping between the two ladies, Markus Stone places his hands in front of each to keep them apart.

Stone: Now, now; let’s not forget that you two are still friends. Kiss and make out…err…up.

Valentine: Shove it, Stone.

Among all the time she had spent with Stone back in the days of B&E~!, right now easily topped the charts in terms of the most awkward moments Tessa had been through in GCW, between being the room with two of her former closest friends, one pissed off at the world, the other merely trying to get under her skin. She grumbles to herself as Stone no doubt tosses around another perverted thought in his mind.

Windsor: Remind me why I said I’d do this with you, of all people?

Stone: For little Padre and the rest of the poor little Indonesian kids.

Vivica exchanges a cold glare with the both which is plenty of incentive for Tessa to get out of there, before Stone can make her look like any bigger of a joke. She grabs Stone by the wrist and yanks him out the door while ever so harshly correcting him.

Windsor: Haitian!

Stone: Same thing.

Windsor grunts and takes off down the hall, undoubtedly hoping to lose Markus somewhere along the way.

Yale: You know, I whole heartedly agree with Markus. Why can’t those two just kiss and make up already?

Bryan: Is that all you think about?

Yale: Sometimes. It’s quite a pleasant thought. You ought to take some time to visualize it one time.

Bryan: You do realize there is more to those two than looks?

Yale: Of course. But their looks are all I care about!

Bryan: Moving on…

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HARD. ROCK. HALLELUJAH.

HARD! ROCK! HALLELUJAAAAAAAAHHHH!

"Hard Rock Hallelujah" by Lordi echoes over the arena as the fans rise to their feet... then head to the aisles and towards the concession stand. As they head up the stairs to get their refreshments they miss a huge light show going on at the entrance under the MegaTron. Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Purple, and Orange lights alternate along with matching lasers as smoke fills the entrance.

Right as the lyrics kick in suddenly a figure powerslide through the entrance and goes clear past the fog flashing with different colors as he holds up a metal sign on each hand with his tongue out.

Bryan: Well it looks like we’re about to hear the “major” announcement from Rikki Roxx that he promised earlier this week.

Yale: How has this man stayed on the payroll for three years without winning a single match?

Bryan: Didn’t he beat Kimbusa?

Yale: THAT DOESN’T COUNT!

Andrews: Coming down the aisle hailing from West Hollywood, California. Weighing in at 183 pounds... The Maestro Of Metal, The Maharajah Of Rock And Roll, The Heir of HARDCOOOOOORE, RIKKKKIIIIIIII ROOOOXXXXXXXX!

Getting off of his knees Rikki Roxx looks into the crowd in appreciation of the couple dozen people in their seats still cheering for him. Holding the metal sign into the air on his right hand he heads down the aisle towards the ring. His blonde mullet flows behind him wrapped in a black headband. The lights shimmer off of his overly oiled not-so-chiseled chest under an undersized chrome studded leather jacket.

Upon reaching the bottom of the aisle, The Maharajah Of Rock And Roll pumps his fist into the air with enthusiasm before jobbing... I mean jogging up the stairs and onto the apron.

Bryan: His agent, Rock Spandex, has been promising that this announcement would be the talk of GCW after WorldWide. That is a bold promise.

Yale: With a name like Rock Spandex, he has to be bold. I mean really, do you suppose that is his real name?

Bryan: If you were going to use an alias would you pick Rock Spandex?

Yale: Good point.

Rikki Roxx sighs before stepping into the ring. With a quick run Rikki Roxx power slides across the mat on his knees before coming to a stop just before the ropes. Looking into the crowd he spots a girl in the front row cheering him on. Pointing at her he winks with a smile before using the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet.

Walking over towards the turnbuckle nearest to him he climbs up to the top rope. He puts his hand like a visor over his eyes as if he's looking at every single person in the crowd moving his head back and forth. Putting his arms into the air he salutes the crowd with the double devil horns before he bangs his head for a minute to the rockin’ sounds of Lordi.

Yale: This is taking forever, I think he’s stalling.

Bryan: I think he’s trying to mack on the ladies in attendance. For whatever reason, Rikki has been trying to rock it lately.

Yale: ……*throws up*

Slowly getting down from the top rope Rikki Roxx stands in his corner preparing for his match as the fans begin to file back into their seats slowly after the horribly long entrance. They are now prepared for what everyone loves to see. A car wreck... or the equivalent there-of in a Rikki Roxx appearance. One of the ring attendances hands Rikki a microphone through the ropes and the DragonEater walks to the center of the ring.

Bryan: Here we go; the major announcement from Rikki Roxx. There has been a lot of speculation on what it will be about.

Yale: No there hasn’t. No one has even cared. If Rikki Roxx’ announcement was on Facebook, no one would even friend it. That is how little people have cared.

Bryan: Ouch.

The lights in the arena dim down and a lone spotlight hits on Rikki. He lifts the microphone up to his lips.

Roxx: Fans….fansfansfans…for the past two weeks… weeksweeksweeks… you have been reading about the bad break…. breakbreakbreak… I got. Yet today…todaytodaytoday…. I consider myself…myselfmyselfmyself…. the luckiest….luckiestluckiestluckiest… man on the face of the earth….earthearthearth…

Bryan: Oh my goodness! Is Rikki Roxx retiring?

Yale: HALLELUJAH!

Roxx: What? NO! I just…justjustjust…have a bad microphone…phonephonephone….

Quickly a stage hand runs him another microphone and slides it under the bottom rope. Rikki tosses his aside and picks up the new one, testing it a few times.

Roxx: I’m way to ROCK to retire!

Yale: NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Roxx: Tonight I have a huge announce that is going to ROCK you ALL night LONG!

Yale: My hopes and dreams have been crushed.

Bryan: It will be ok, maybe he will retire next week.

Roxx: I’M NOT RETIRING!

Rikki runs his hand through his hair to calm himself down and paces around the ring for a few seconds, pointing to the various ladies sitting throughout the crowd.

Roxx: Now as I was saying, I’m here tonight to announce my return to the ring in action!

Yale: This is the exact opposite of what I was hoping for.

The crowd lets out a cheer to hear Rikki Roxx returning to action, even though he most likely will be squashed in a few seconds.

Roxx: For the first time in nearly a year and a half, I will be competing inside the ring one on one, at NC-17! And I will be taking on the World Heavyweight Champion, Andy Murray for the title!

The crowd cheers wildly, though they are absolutely sure he has no idea what he is talking about. But they still cheer because its Rikki Roxx damnit. But those cheers soon turn sour when "Charisma" by WASP starts to play. Out walks Christian Zenith, who already has a microphone in his hand.

Zenith: Unfortunately for you Mister Ro... you know, I can't even say that with a straight face. Unfortunately for you Rikki, Andy Murray's opponent for NC-17 is already determined. He'll be facing the #1 Contendor, Vivica J. Valentine. She earned it, it's her shot.

Yale: Thank you Zenith!

Rikki looks around sheepishly, realizing his plans weren’t very well thought out. Quickly recouping, he lifts the microphone back up.

Roxx: Ok then, at NC-17 it will be Rikki Roxx going one on one with United States Champion Dan Black!

Zenith: No.

Roxx: In a handicap match against Mortifera for the World Tag Team titles!

Zenith: I might consider that.

Roxx: Really?

Zenith: No.

Roxx: Against Television Champion Cheap Labor!

Zenith: Not going to happen.

Roxx: Digital Mortality.

Zenith: No.

Roxx: Clyde Fox.

Zenith: No.

Roxx: LeStatt Knight.

Zenith: Definitely not.

Roxx: Tessa Windsor.

Zenith: Absolutely no.

Roxx: Andy Murray?

Zenith: I already answered that. I said no.

Roxx: Vivica J. Valentine?

Zenith: I already said she’s facing Andy Murray.

Roxx: Andy Murray and Vivica J. Valentine at the same time?

Zenith: You know, you're just trying to get attention and I really don't have time for your pathetic pleas for glory. If you want a big match Rikki, you have to do it exactly like everyone else on this roster. You're going to have to earn it, and actually win some matches.

Yale: I think he’s just about named everyone on the roster!

Bryan: And Christian Zenith has turned them all down! At this rate Rikki Roxx won’t get a match at NC-17.

Yale: There is a God and his name is Zenith!

The crowd in Ft. Worth, Texas start to boo Christian Zenith for crushing poor Rikki’s dreams and hopes and for ruining his major announcement. Rikki looks like a pile of ooze in the middle of the ring, just absolutely destroyed and unsure of what to do. He frantically looks around the ring trying to figure out what to do.

Roxx: Ok, no Andy Murray, Vivica J. Valentine, or Dan Black, Mortifera, Cheap Labor, or even Tessa Windsor, LeStatt Knight, Clyde Fox, or Digital Mortality. At NC-17 Rikki Roxx will go one on one for the first time against Jeff Wilson!

Zenith: Who is Jeff Wilson?

Roxx: I…dunno.

Zenith: Regardless, no.

Rikki starts to stomp around the ring and sees someone out of the corner of his eye. He marches over toward the near ropes and climbs onto the middle rope.

Roxx: YOU! In section 8, row 5, seat 10! I challenge you to a match one on one at NC-17! Are you ready to be ROOOOCCCCKKKKKEEEEDDDD!!!!! AAAAALLLLLLRRRRIIIIIIGGGGHHHHTTTT!

Bryan: Oh my goodness, what a blockbuster announcement! At NC-17, it’s Rikki Roxx against the man in section 8, row 5, seat 10! Will he accept?

Yale: You have seriously got to stop sniffing glue before the shows.

The camera zooms to the tenth seat of the fifth row in the eighth section of the arena where a fat guy in a “Fearless Phenom” shirt is gorging himself in extra cheesy nachos. He looks around to those sitting near him and points to himself, as if he is unsure of what is going on. The crowd is just rolling in their seats, going absolutely crazy for this. The entire arena starts breaking out into chants of “ACCEPT IT! ACCEPT IT!” On the entrance ramp Zenith waves his free hand to try and silent them.

Zenith: No, Rikki, you will not be facing the man in section 8, row 5, seat 10. I'm not even convinced that's a man from my view. Even though man or woman, it doesn't matter. I'm sure even they could manage to pin your shoulders to the mat in under five minutes. Now, on top of wasting this company's money by keeping you on the payroll you've wasted precious moments of my life that I'll never get back. So I highly suggest you drop that microphone and start heading towards the back, or I'll do what Steven Caldera should've done years ago and remove your worthless ass from our otherwise highly esteemed roster of TALENTED wrestlers.

His head dropped down in defeat, Rikki Roxx lowers his microphone until he hits the mat. Slowly he climbs out of the ring as "Charisma" by WASP hits once more over the public announce system. The crowd is relentlessly booing Christian Zenith, who merely turns his back and walks away.

Bryan: Well Rikki Roxx’ major announcement turned out to be a bust by Christian Zenith.

Yale: Thank you for that, Mr. Zenith.

Bryan: The crowd here isn’t happy and can you really blame them? Hopefully with NC-17 fast approaching, Rikki Roxx can figure something out.

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“So you finally won one, huh?”

The English voice we hear isn’t familiar, though it maybe isn’t entirely unfamiliar, either. It’s Cheap Labor being addressed, with a pointed finger extended in the direction of the TV title belt slung conspicuously over his shoulder. Cheap is startled at being addressed, having been so intent on walking down this corridor toward some obviously pressing engagement, and looks even more startled when he sees who is speaking to him.

Cheap Labor: Yessir, I sure have. I like it because it’s shiny. What are you doing here?

It’s Tim Shipley, of course �" owner and booker of Just Wrestling, wearing a delicious grey suit and looking more than somewhat amused at Cheap’s nonchalance with that championship belt he works so hard to defend.

Cheap Labor: I thought… You should… Why… Am I in Europe right now?

Tim Shipley: No, Joe, you’re not. And the big question is: Why aren’t you in Europe, Joe? I’m pretty sure we had you tied down. I’m pretty sure you were contractually obliged to be at the Fairfield Halls in Croydon this Thursday. But ah, hell, who’s counting.

Cheap Labor: No one’s counting because there’s nothing to count. D’uh.

Cheap’s eyes dart around the place. He looks nervous, and keen to make a getaway.

Tim Shipley: It must be nice for you, though. Finally getting your hands on some gold. It’s taken you long enough! Ha, ha, ha.

Shipley laughs, and Labor does so too, after a short delay. Neither is genuine, especially Labor’s because he really has no idea what’s so funny in the first place.

Cheap Labor: Ha, ha. Yeah, I guess so, boss.

Tim Shipley: Don’t call me boss. Just Tim, I’m not your boss anymore, and certainly not here.

If Shipley was man enough to break the fourth wall and wink to the camera here, he would.

Cheap Labor: Yes sir, Mr. Shipley.

Tim Shipley: We’re a couple of wrestlers is all. Just wrestlers, nothing more and nothing less.

Cheap Labor: OHISEEWHATYOUDIDTHERE! But, really, we’re not friends? Just wrestlers?

Shipley just smiles, and a moment later he turns heel and walks away. Cheap Labor opens his mouth as if to stop him, but then remembers he didn’t want to be talking to him anyway, and lets him go. Which is a shame for all of us, as he never got an answer to the one question that mattered in that entire exchange.

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The faint whirr of a car's engine gently disappears into the night as the Megatron's feed turns to the wrestler's entrance by the parking lot. Aside from the crowd's dim murmur through the building's thick walls, there's little to report; the lot's still dark and dingy, the windowed double doors are closed with nothing interesting to report inside, even the doorman seems to have wandered off for a cigarette.

Bryan: That's the wrestler's entrance, but it doesn't look like there's much going on.

Yale: Yeah, how exciting.

All of a sudden something starts going on. From out of nowhere a massive shadow swooshes past the camera's focus, and a large, meaty paw plants itself on one of the doors and pushes.

It's owner? 6'7”, short black hair, Scottish.

Cue the fans going nuts.

Yale: Heh. Look who decided to show his face after all!

Bryan: It was reported earlier in the week that Murray might not show up tonight, but there he is! The Scottish King of Cool is in the house, and the people are loving it.

Yale: Caldera's not going to be pleased with this, JB - the wrestlers are given a strict arrival time for every show. Failing to adhere to that schedule is treated very seriously by GCW administration, but I guess Murray at least had the sense to show up tonight. Imagine the furore if he'd no-showed.

Bryan: “Caldera's not going to be pleased?” He's not even here himself tonight, Dave!

Yale: Zenith, then. Point stands.

Dressed casually in an outfit of blue denim and black cotton and only the GCW World Heavyweight Championship as baggage, a downtrodden Admiral of Awesome sweeps through the entrance foyer without pausing to sign himself in for the night. Instead he heads straight for the backstage area. Paying no heed to his surroundings, he pulls open a door and swings around the corner quickly. He almost leaps out of his skin when he comes within a few millimetres from knocking Tessa Windsor off her feet.

Tessa: Hey, watch wher--

It takes her a moment to realize who she's talking to.

Tessa: Oh. Sorry Andy.

Murray: Nah. My bad, Tessa. Should've been looking where I was going.

A silence hangs over the two fan favourites for a moment.

Yale: Christ, you wanna mention the elephant in the room or shall I?

Tessa: Did you hear her, earlier?

Bryan: Looks like neither of us have to.

The Vivica allusion draws a long, deep sigh from The Scottish King of Cool.

Murray: I heard. I'm not here to cause a ruckus tonight though; just came to pick up my paycheque, no other reason. All I wanna do now is get to NC-17 so this whole thing's just over and done with. We've lost her now.

Bryan: Jeesh, that doesn't sound like the Andy Murray I know.

Yale: Well of course not! Last week he put everything on the line for Valentine, and she responded by kicking him in the face and crushing his head with a steel chair. And what about that tirade earlier?

Bryan: Vivica J. Valentine may be losing her mind, but Murray's one of the most vibrant, enthusiastic personalities that GCW has ever seen. I've never seen him so...

Yale: … deflated?

Murray: But hey, how are you holding up? You've known her for longer than me.

Tessa shrugs it off without so much of a flicker of emotion.

Windsor: It sucks. But hey, what can I do other than wait it out? She’ll come back around, I’m sure.

Murray: Yeah…

In all the gruelling battles he’s ever had, never before has Andy Murray ever seemed so defeated.  Sensing his spiralling depression, Tessa steps up.

Windsor: We all know Vivica is rather stubborn when she gets thoughts in her head.  I mean she could run through a brick wall if she really wanted to.  Just try to let her vent a bit.

Murray: I don’t know if my face can stand any more of her venting.

Windsor: I have to admit, it certainly isn’t helping your looks any.

Murray: And they were rather dashing.

The many, MANY fan girls in the arena shout out at the top of their lungs to let Murray know he still has those dashing good lucks.

Windsor: Sounds like there’s plenty who agree. Regardless, don’t let her change of heart get to you. It’s not worth it when you’ve got so many other things going for you.

On cue Murray looks at his World Heavyweight Championship, it seems to be laying lifeless in his hand.

Windsor: Look, you aren’t scheduled for tonight and to be honest not many people even expected you to show up. 

Murray: Like I said, I'm just here to pick up my paycheque. I don't even want to see her face on a monitor.

Windsor: Regardless, just enjoy yourself as a spectator.  In fact I personally hope you find a monitor somewhere so you can get a good view of tonight’s main event.

Bryan: That’s right; tonight in the main event is Tessa Windsor taking on Vivica J. Valentine!

Yale: Murray might not want to watch, he would hate to see Vivica do the same thing to Tessa that she did to him last week!

Murray: Thanks, Tess. Good luck tonight, and don't let her do anything stupid to you out there. She's done enough damage as it is.

Windsor: Oh, I won't. Take it easy.

Bryan: Well it looks like Andy's here after all, but is he going to be able to keep his nose clean all night?

Yale: Not if Valentine sees this.

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Kevin Jacobs is seen standing outside Bryan Mayhem's lockerroom. He looks nervous but poised, scared but calm, eccentric but excited. He knocks three times and backs up. Coming out of his lockerroom is The Lunatic Bryan Mayhem.

Jacobs: "Now that you are back on the winning track, do you feel you can carry this momentum into NC-17 where you be in the ring with both members of Mortifera.

Mayhem:"Kevin you look at me with those beady little eyes and say both members as if I am scared. I fear no one Kevin, and I think the entire world knows that. Mortifera has a death sentence, and I am here to sign it."

Jacobs:"Shaman was your brother at..."

Mayhem:"Shaman was never my brother! He was an ally, but now he's an enemy that needs to be disposed of."

Jacobs:"But Shaman knows your style, he knows what makes you tick. Don't you think that's an advantage?"

Mayhem:"With me, nothing is an advantage against me. Shaman thinks that just because we were allies that I will take it easy on him? You remember our Death Match last year? I tried to blow him up! Does a friend or a brother do that???"

Jacobs:"Well n..."

Mayhem:"NO GODDAMNIT! A BROTHER DOESN'T DO THAT!.....(whispering) everyone says I have lost it, everyone says I am hearing voices, everyone says I am crazy for trusting Jason O'Neil. Well guess what Kevin? Go ahead take a guess..."

Jacobs:"They are right?"

Mayhem stares deep into Jacobs.

Mayhem:"You calling me crazy Kevin?"

Jacobs immediately turns white, and starts to back away.

Mayhem:"You remember 8 long years ago when we had an interview just like this? I know you do, because you wake up every morning and look at the big O branded into your chest. You think I am crazy?? I am the same Lunatic that has ended three careers, killed my own father, and exhumed the dead body of Lestatt's daughter. Does that make me crazy Kevin? DOES IT??"

Jacobs backs off even more, rubbing his chest remembering the branding that left him out for nearly a year.

Mayhem:"Guess what, after I am done here, all those incidents will look sane. Just wait until I can get rid of this FUCKING VOICE!!"

Mayhem storms off the screen in a screaming fit of rage.

The camera goes back to Yale and Bryan at ringside.

Yale:"He decimated Equinox tonight, and now he will go after his former friend? I would not stand in Mayhem's way.

Bryan:"You heard him. Shaman is not a friend! The odds are against him, but when you are that crazy, throw odds out the window. Mayhem is on a rampage, and we all know Mayhem. Prepare for blood!!"

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We return from the commercial break to find the competitors for our next match, Jason O'Neil and Jorge Samuelsson standing in the ring facing each other.

Bryan: Welcome back to WorldWide, O�Neil and Samuelsson are all set to kick off our next match, and what a match it could be!

Yale: Yeah, lets hope its more interesting than their entrances, boy were they dull!

The two men stare each other down as the bell rings.

DING DING DING

Bryan: And this match is underway folks, let's hope it's a good one.

Yale: Two big men in there JB, this could be brutal!

O�Neil circles Samuelsson before the two lock up. O�Neil uses all his force to push Samuelsson towards the turnbuckle. He tries to lift Jorge's leg over the ropes but is met by a big right hand to the back.

Yale: O�Neil definatly going to look to take out that lower base tonight.

Bryan: The question is though, can he deal with the power of Jorge Samuelsson?

Yale: Only time will tell..

Samuelsson continues to club on the back of Jason O�Neil which sends him onto one knee on the canvas. He tries to get back up but is met once more by another clubbing blow. Samuelsson then turns O�Neil into the corner and delivers a big elbow to the side of his head. He follows this up with a knee to the mid-section. O�Neil tries to move out of the corner but is pulled back in as quick as he is out by Samuelsson. O�Neil then gets friendly with Samuelsson's fist as it flays over and over into his jaw. This time he falls to the mat holding his face.

Bryan: This could be a full-on beating right here. Big Jorge is certainly taking it to the GCW Hall of Famer right now!

Samuelsson lays a couple of boots to the back of the fallen O�Neil before picking him up once more. He measures him up for a moment before swinging a right hand.

Yale: Reversed by O�Neil

Bryan: And that�s more like the Jason O�Neil we all know.

O�Neil lays a couple of quick kicks onto the right leg of Samuelsson, trying to weaken it and get the big man off his feet. He gets a couple of kicks in before Samuelsson connects with a right hand and a slugfest ensues. Lefts and rights flail from both men, connecting one after the other.

Yale: There can only be one outcome to this!

Indeed there is as Samuelsson starts to get the upper hand and lays fist after fist into O�Neil which sends him back towards the ropes. He tries to spring himself a little off them but as he moves forward he is met with a devastating clothesline which turns him inside out.

Bryan: What a clothesline!

Samuelsson wastes no time in picking O�Neil up and kicking him in the gut. He grabs his head and begins to set him up for his most deadly move; Raganarok.

Yale: I can't believe he'd go for this already.

Samuelsson begins to lift O�Neil up but is unsuccessful as his leg is grabbed to stop the move. He tries again but to no avail. Samuelsson tires of this and delivers a forearm to the back of O�Neil.

Bryan: He's still trying!

Samuelsson tries once again but O�Neil still has his right leg hooked. Before Samuelsson has a chance to try again O�Neil brilliantly reverses the hold by grabbing his opponents arm and flipping round.

Yale: Nice reversal there into the armbar and now we'll see him go on the attack.

O�Neil does attack and with fury, delivering kick after kick into Samuelsson's right knee. He continues to do so while he still has Samuelsson's arm locked in the armbar and eventually Samuelsson drops to one knee. O�Neil grabs this opportunity quickly and grabs Samuelsson's foot, he lifts it up bringing the knee with it and drives it into the canvas. Samuelsson rolls over clutching his knee but there is no rest for him as O�Neil pounces once more.

Yale: He's really doing a number on that knee.

Bryan: Well if he can keep the big man ground then he pretty much has this match in the bag.

O�Neil lifts Samuelsson's right leg up once more but this time spins around it.

Yale: Going for a figure four here.

O�Neil is unsuccesful in his attempts though as Samuelsson uses his power to push with his legs and send him into the turnbuckle with force.

Bryan: Wow, O�Neil's jaw straight into the turnbuckle there.

Samuelsson is up relatively quickly for a man being kicked repeatadly in the leg and he moves toward O�Neil who is done on one knee. Samuelsson delivers a boot to the back of O�Neil's head before picking him up slowly. Once O�Neil is up he isn't there for very long as Samuelsson grabs him by the arm before dragging him into another lethal clothesline. O�Neil's head smacks the mat hard as he falls backwards. For O�Neil he does not have time to think about the pain in his head as Samuelsson drops an elbow down and makes the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT!

Yale: O�Neil not done yet!

Samuelsson doesn't seem to mind the kick-out as he knows he probably hasn't done enough yet to beat O�Neil.

Bryan: It has to be said, Jorge is holding his own in there. Many speculated he might struggle without Shaman at his side, but he definitely has the upper hand at this stage.

Samuelsson picks O�Neil up by the head and pushes him into a turnbuckle, crouching down the massive Scandinavian thrusts shoulder after shoulder into O�Neil�s midsection. Leaving the Hall of Famer writhing in agony.

Bryan: You think O�Neil is still suffering the effects of his recent brawl with Jay Terror? If reports are to be believed he was tossed out a second floor window!

Yale: So? This is the Scarecrow Sociopath we are talking about, takes more than that to put him out of action!

Bryan: I don�t know Dave, O�Neil just doesn�t look himself out there tonight. There are flashes of what we know he is capable of, but his head just doesn�t seem in the match.

Jason O�Neil staggers forward to try and lance Samuelsson with some momentum from the corner, but Jorge sidesteps leaving O�Neil to fall flat on his face.

Yale: Umm, okay, maybe your right!

The crowd react to something, the volume having increased ten fold. Samuelsson is first to look to the entrance-way. O�Neil struggles up to his knees and spotting Samuelsson�s distraction, he too turns his attention to the entrance-way. A seat has been folded down, facing the action in the ring, sitting on the seat with all the glory of a king upon his throne about him, sits none other than the Dangerous Games winner; Jay Terror!

Bryan: What the hell is Terror doing here?

Yale: Snap! I was just thinking the exact same thing, but hey, doesn�t look like Jorge cares too much to find out.

Yale�s comments were accurate, because as O�Neil had struggled to his feet to stare down his nemesis, Samuelsson had suddenly remembered he was in a match. Samuelsson strides up behind O�Neil, swinging him around with such force that O�Neil loses all bearings. Samuelsson, knowing that the opportunity to block him is now well and truly beyond O�Neil, picks up his opponent swinging him up and crashing down in a thunderous sit-out powerbomb.

Bryan: Raganarok! This time Jorge connected with it! That�s gotta be all she wrote.

Yale: Sure looks like it.

Hooking O�Neil�s leg for the cover Samuelsson glares at Cameron Wrigley who wastes no time dropping for the count.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

From his vantage-point at the top of the ramp, Jay Terror smirks releasing a slow sarcastic applause, revelling in Jason�s defeat. As Wrigley raises Jorge�s hand in victory.

Bryan: A massive solo win for one half of the Tag Team Champions tonight against one of the most feared men in GCW History.

Yale: Yeah, who would have figured that Samuelsson could actually wrestle without Shaman?

Bryan: Well you can lay that theory to rest right now Dave, Jorge is our winner here!

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The way Christian Zenith is walking, you’d think he was the commissioner of a world-famous wrestling promotion that’s just about to dive into a crisis of leadership amid furious speculation over who could possibly step up and steer a ship whose captain has finally become indisposed after years of stellar service.

You thought right.

“Where in the world is Terror...” he declares under his breath, storming at pace down the corridors that tonight are under his control. It’s his test run, tonight. With Caldera stepping away at NC-17, there’s a great big vacancy at the top, and it’s only logical that his present Commissioner role extend to fill that great big vacancy, right?

Christian Zenith thinks the night is going really well, and he thinks that everything is under perfect control. This is why it sends the gears in his head into motion in a protective manner when he sees an unknown and unwelcome man in deep conversation with Jay Terror at the end of the corridor.

Christian Zenith: Mister Terror.

Zenith's attention is averted immediately towards a much larger concern than his previous engagement with Jay Terror. An unfamiliar man stands before him in a sharp suit, one in which he notes appreciatively, though with a surreptitious glance down at his own, darker ensemble he concludes that his own is the more favourable... and much more expensive.

Christian Zenith: Excuse me.

At this, the blond-haired man turns round having had his back to the approaching Zenith, who simply tilts his head with interest.

Christian Zenith: You are?

Tim Shipley: Tim Shipley. I was just talking to my champion here. I believe you wanted to speak to him.

Zenith tries to say something, but before he can Shipley is speaking again.

Tim Shipley: Jay -- are we done here?

Terror grunts non-committally.

Jay Terror: Yeah. We’re done.

Zenith stares from one man to the other, measuring them both up, and making sure not to tilt away his hand.

Tim Shipley: Nice to meet you, Commissioner Zenith.

Shipley brushes past the Commissioner and heads towards the back door, the look of supreme confidence on his face in stark contrast to Zenith's fixated emotionless gaze.

Christian Zenith: What was that all about?

Jay Terror: Oh, ya know. This ‘n that. Look. Can we talk another time? I gotta have a smoke.

Christian Zenith: I don't think you understand, it's pertaining towards your...

Jay Terror: I gotta have a smoke, OK? I’ll see you later.

And before Zenith can utter any further protest, Terror follows in the direction Shipley disappeared in. Christian simply shakes his head in dissatisfaction as he stares off into the distance. The feed ends.

Bryan: Well I gotta say Dave. This plot gets thicker and thicker.

Yale: JB, I’ll say one thing. It is looking increasingly like Tim Shipley is here for far more than just talking.

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A morose looking Cheap Labor is wandering backstage with his Little Red Wagon. His feet drag with each step and his head is hung low in an I-just-threw-my-career-away-Brett Favre-ian fashion. His moping is interrupted by the world’s largest leprechaun.

SurReal: Hey Champ!

Labor mumbles something softly under his breath. It vaguely sounds like “Fuck you and everyone who looks like you,” but the plain-clothed SurReal pays no attention continuing on regardless.

SurReal: Glad I caught you man. I just wanted to apologize for our little tussle last week. I know you had good intentions and everything. And in all seriousness, congratulations on your victory. I guess I underestimated you.

A melancholy Cheap Labor barely acknowledges the outpouring of the past week’s opponent. If only SurReal had won the title, he wouldn’t have to face his one true love at NC-17. This predicament embodies Cheap Labor: even in success he finds despair. He responds less than enthusiastically.

Cheap Labor: I was surprised too. Leprechauns are supposed to be the luckiest creatures ever, aren’t they? Apparently you didn’t kiss enough four leaf clovers or smelt enough horseshoes last week. It happens. But, yeah, I still have the title.

The Television Champ opens the hinged door to his wagon’s roll cage and plops his fake title onto his right shoulder.

Cheap Labor: And it’s the bane of my existence. Hey, can I ask you a question?

SurReal: Go ahead.

Cheap Labor: I’ve got this friend. It’s not me. And my friend likes this girl. We’ll call her, um, Peter Frampton. Well, my friend doesn’t want to wrestle Peter Frampton for the Television Title at NC-17 because he kind of likes her and is afraid it’ll ruin their friendship… or relationship. Or whatever it is! My friend is very confused.


SurReal: So you have a little thing for Tempest, huh?

Cheap Labor: ...

SurReal smiles, which he hadn’t done since he had watched Valentine screw Andy Murray. After all, the only thing Irishmen love more than watching a Scot suffer is; well, watching and Englishman suffer.

SurReal: I think I’ve got a solution for you, buddy. Last week you offered to sell me the Title, remember? At the time I guess I let my ego get the better of me and I found it a little insulting. But now, seeing as how I don’t have it and you don’t want it… perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement?

Aye, green may be a leprechaun’s favourite color but it is also Cheap Labor’s. The Television Champ’s wall of depression is starting to crack. It was so perfect! If the belt is sold to SurReal, then Labor gets a little coin in his pocket AND gets out of his NC-17 obligation to fight his coveted girlfriend/fiancée/wife, Tempest.

Cheap Labor: I’m listening. What are your terms?

SurReal: You don’t have a need for it. How about you just give it to me?

Being in an exceptionally vulnerable state of mind, the Television Champ’s irrational temper is ignited.

Cheap Labor: How about you shove your sack full o’ shillings up yer green ass, Leppynstein?

The Tribal War Machine, showing a terrifying calm, smiles wider.

SurReal: You can’t a blame a guy for trying. Let’s say, $500? How does that tickle your fancy?

Cheap Labor: Not as much as $1,000.

SurReal: A thousand dollars! Jesus Christ!

Cheap Labor: Take it or leave it, Patty O’Brian.

The Irishman sighs. Labor stands firm in his pricing thinking that $1,000 was enough to buy Tempest some things. Did she like jewelry? Maybe he could coerce her into buying some lingerie.

SurReal: You drive a hard bargain. I guess there’s no price to small if you really want something, right?

The Tribal War Machine reaches to his back pocket for his wallet and inadvertently winds up fondling his own keester. His digs into his front pockets and then starts searching around the floor.

SurReal: Shit, where is my wallet?

The Irishman begins retracing his steps down the hallway. He fails to notice the fuzzy little ferret disappearing around the corner with a leather rectangle in its mouth. SurReal had also failed to notice Labor’s ferret sidekick Po Boy scrambled out of the Little Red Wagon’s cage when the Television Title had been retrieved. And, too distracted by his humbled nature and monetary negotiations, SurReal didn’t notice the ferret taking off with his wallet. As The Tribal War Machine bounds up the hallway in search of his wallet, Labor silently beats feet in the opposite direction, scooping The Little Red Wagon into his arms to avoid an audible trail of evidence as to which direction he was running in. The scene fades out with Labor, suddenly his chipper old self, laughing hysterically at his small monetary victory.

Yale: Labor duped the one he calls a leprechaun? I feel like I’ve seen this before... all four of them, in fact. Labor’s gonna get killed!

JB: This isn’t the bigger issue here. Cheap Labor had the perfect opportunity to get out of his match with Tempest at NC-17 and he didn’t do it!

Yale: You have to make the dough before you pimp hos, JB.

JB: Did you really just say that?

Yale: Darn skippy, home skillet! SKEET SKEET!

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The camera again cuts backstage where Tessa Windsor is begrudgingly still with Markus Stone as the two try to raise money for the people of Haiti.

Bryan: It looks like those two are still together.

Yale: Only a great cause like this can keep those two from killing each other.

Tessa turns back at Markus, who is counting through the money they have already collected, dollar signs in his eyes.

Windsor: Now you know that money is for UNICEF, not for you, right?

Markus stops counting and looks up at Tessa.

Stone: I’m wounded, really wounded that you think I would steal their money like that. In fact…

He pauses in the middle of the hallway, a light above catching him just right.

Stone: This whole experience has taught me something; that no matter what differences we have as people, there is always someone out there who is worse off than us who could use a helping hand.

Windsor: Really?

Stone: Or at least that is what I’m going to tell the chicks at the bar tonight when I’m trying to get into their pants. Say hello to Mr. Ben Cone!

Windsor: I really do NOT need to know, nor care to hear, the stupid pickup lines you chose to use!

Stone’s mind wanders elsewhere.

Stone: Where are we going anyways?

Windsor: After what you pulled with Vivica, I’m not telling you a thing. I don’t trust you to cooperate.

Stone: And that’s exactly the type of attitude we are trying to heal tonight with this little project, Tessie!

Windsor: That is NOT my name.

Stone: Fine. McSweetandSour.

Windsor: I can only hope McDonald’s sues your ass for copyright infringement so that you’ll stop that Mc thing too.

Stone: So bitter. You still haven’t told me who we’re going to hit up for money next.

Windsor halts her course right in front of the locker room of Rikki Roxx. Markus Stone looks up at the nameplate and suddenly backs away.

Stone: We are NOT going in there.

Windsor smirks, widely aware of Stone’s dread of everything that was Rikki Roxx.

Windsor: For Padre, Markus, for Padre.

As Markus Stone turns to exit stage right, the door flings open and out pops the Maestro of Metal, Rikki Roxx.

Windsor: Uh…Rikki, is that a broom closet?

Roxx: No! No of course no, I’m Rikki ROOXXXXXXX!!!!! They wouldn’t put me in a broom closet. No, I was…uh….just cleaning.

Stone: I would put you in a broom closet; then again, you’ve been in the closet for so long I’m not sure you would notice.

Completely ignoring the dig against his sexuality, Rikki Roxx throws both fist into the air, pumping them wildly.

Roxx: So does this mean we’re getting the band back together? ALLLLRRRIIIIIGGGHHHHTTTT!!!!

Windsor: No band, just collecting money for Haiti. Though if you gave enough, I’m sure Markus would be completely willing to give it another go round.

Stone stands there with his massive arms folded across his chest, still clasping on to the money can. He impatiently taps his foot while he glares over at Windsor who is clearly enjoying this far too much.

Stone: We done yet?

He shoves his hand into the can, tossing the money about to make it look much fuller than it actually is.

Stone: Oh look. Everyone here is so spirited; I think we’ve already far surpassed our goal. Look like we can’t take anymore donations!

Tessa snatches the cup out of her hand, and shoves the money back down to its proper level.

Windsor: AS I was saying… care to donate?

Roxx: ALLLLLRRRIIIGGGHHHTTT!!!! Let me just get my wallet.

Stone: Does he have to scream for everything?

Windsor: Give him a break, it’s his thing.

Stone: That and jobbing.

Windsor: Didn’t he actually beat O’Conner? Unlike you.

Markus Stone almost has smoke shooting from his ears now just from the mention of that name. All the while Rikki Roxx is in his own little world looking for his wallet. Unfortunately he is still wearing his spandex, which for all its glory, still has yet to master the art of pockets. With nowhere else to search, he grabs the waistband. Thankfully both Markus and Tessa notice him.

Stone/Windsor: NOOOO!!!!!!

Rikki stops what he is doing and stares at them.

Windsor: I’m pretty sure your wallet is not down there, or at least I hope for all our sake it’s not.

Stone: I’m sure it’s still in your “locker room”. Here, I’ll help you go look.

Wrapping his arm over Rikki’s shoulder, Markus leads him back into the broom closet….urgh…his locker room. The door shuts behind the two and suddenly there is a loud commotion coming from inside. After a few seconds the door swings open once again but only Markus exits out. On his face is a large grin and in his hands is a large wad of money. He shoves the fist full of bills into the can and gives Tessa a wink.

Stone: Looks like Rikki was extra generous.

He pauses though and grabs out a few of the bills.

Stone: Actually, I’m pretty sure he owed me some money. We’ll call it even.

Tessa shows little mercy as she slaps his fist. His fist stinging in pain, Markus’ grip loosens enough for Tessa to snatch the money from his hand. She shoves it into the can where it belongs before glaring up at Markus with a bemused expression.

Windsor: Did you just mug Rikki?

Stone: For Padre my dear, for Padre.

While Tessa does not necessarily condone Stone’s actions, she shrugs it off, knowing full well that arguing with him would only instigate him further.

Stone: You know; I’m better at this than I thought.

Bryan: Somehow I don’t see Markus Stone winning any humanitarian awards.

Yale: What are you talking about? Look at how easy it comes him! It’s like second nature. He’s a true Philanthropist.

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Andrews: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Yale: It's that time in the night where we see the competition get that much better JB.

Bryan: That's right. We've got a barn burner up next featuring the rising star, AXEL Action, and the one and only LeStatt Knight. Both of these men have a statement to make going into NC-17 and I wonder who will break the mold and make it first.

Yale: They sure do have statements to make. AXEL Action has been in the shadow of Dan Black as of late due to their legal contract and tonight he has a chance to prove what he can do in the ring with a true legend.

Bryan: A living legend indeed. Both he and Dan Black may have fallen short last week to Andy Murray but this week he won't have an anchor to hold him down. It's one on one and it means a hell of a lot.

Yale: We can't forget LeStatt Knight though. We mentioned that he's a living legend but as of late he's been quite refined. Clyde Fox has taken him back a few steps and Knight has dealt with Fox accordingly. After last week's incident with Knight's car however, I'm not sure we're going to see a civil beast.

Bryan: I can promise you that it's time to stop being civil. Clyde Fox ruined his car and I'm pretty sure that was the last straw. He's bound to snap soon and return to the LeStatt Knight if not tonight!

Yale: I'll say with those two situations, we have ourselves a well-equipped group of guys looking to prove themselves before the big show.

Bryan: I'd say! Let's get down to the ring now as AXEL Action is making his way out.

The opening to "Judith" by A Perfect Circle hits over the in-house audio system, and the crowd springs to their feet, cheering loudly. The stage is engulfed with bright, white lights as a man in a white, hooded robe emerges from behind the curtain.

"You're such an inspiration for the ways that I will never, ever choose to be. Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your Savior has abandoned you."

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

Andrews: Making his way to the ring first hailing from Tokyo, Japan by way of Hollywood, Florida.....he weighs in at 225 pounds....ladies and gentleman he is AXXXXEEEELLLLLL AAAAACCCTTTTTIIIIIIOOOOONNN!!!

"FUCK YOUR GOD, your Lord, your Christ. HE DID THIS, took all you had, and LEFT YOU THIS WAY! Still you pray, never stray, never taste of the fruit! You never thought to question why."

Heading down the ramp with a purpose in his step, he leaps from the floor to the ring apron before stepping through the middle and top ropes. Heading to the nearest corner, he mounts the top rope, throws his head back and gives the crucifix pose one more time to the delight of the crowd.

"It's not like you killed someone. It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side. Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed. He did it all for yoooooouuuuuuuuuu!"

AXEL hops down from the corner and slides his robe off, tossing it to the outside before squatting down in the corner, gazing out into nothing.

Bryan: AXEL looks calm waiting for LeStatt Knight now which isn't normal for an opponent.

Yale: I think he's ready to give hell tonight. It's only fitting.

Andrews: And his opponent....

The lights cut out, the only light coming are the ones brought in from the flashing cameras scattered throughout. There's no music at first, just lyrics.

I-ya,
I against I,
flesh of my flesh,
and mind of my mind,
two of a kind but one won't survive...

The voice trails off for a moment before the pyro blasts through the air, sounding as if a bomb had just gone off in the arena. The lights come back on, music and lyrics both blare throughout the crowded arena. From behind the curtains walks GCW's most recognizable face, LeStatt Knight. The boos are instantaneous.

Andrews: Hailing to us from Mexico City, Mexico and weighing in at 280 pounds......he is the three time GCW World Champion.....ladies and gentleman he is LESTAAAATTTTT KNNNIIIIIIIIGGHHHHTTTTTT!!!

He looks out at the crowd as he strolls down the ramp, slightly nodding his head to the music as he moves. The Hall of Famer arrives at the ring and leaps up onto the apron but doesn't climb inside of the ring.

only one of us can ride forever,
so you and I cant ride together,
can't live or cant die together,
all we can do is collide together,
so I skillfully apply the pressure,
won't stop until I'm forever...

one!

On the last lyric Knight throws both of his arms into the air and red pyro fires through the sky. Now LeStatt climbs into the ring and moves to the center of the ring.

Bryan: Well here they are - nose to nose, face to face. Both of these men mean business and you can tell it in the way they're staring each other down.

Yale: It's pure animosity in this business and although these two don't particularly have a past, they know what it means to go into NC-17 with a stride. This is the match that will boost them that much further to a win at the biggest show in sport entertainment.

Bryan: That's right and it's time! Here we go!

DING! DING!

Knight, unlike usual, makes the first steps lunging inward on AXEL Action. He jams a heavy knee into the air missing a back stepping Action. AXEL counters with a swinging right hand followed by a left uppercut. Knight grabs the uppercut and shoves AXEL back into the ropes. He pushes forward still sending another knee into Action's chest. He catches him and AXEL bends over giving Knight a clear shot to club him with his forearm. Action grabs at LeStatt Knight's legs to take him down via Greco Roman style but doesn't get far as Knight kicks him back. Knight grabs him by the hair and lifts him into the air with a tossing slam. Action rolls and Knight follows, stalking like the monster he is.

Bryan: Are you as surprised as I am about LeStatt Knight David? He's not as cunning and maniacal as usual here tonight.

Yale: It's like what was said earlier, he's most likely fed up with Clyde Fox and his shenanigans. He's had to deal with him for weeks now since Dangerous Games and it's worn him to the core. I feel bad for AXEL almost.

Bryan: He's getting tossed around easily but he had the right idea bringing him to the mat. AXEL has excellent wrestling based skills and his mat work could be the deciding point in this one.

Yale: If he can get LeStatt down that is.

Bryan: It's not the easiest task but it could be done.

Action ducks a wide swing from LeStatt and pops him with a fast jab to the jaw. Knight brushes it off and lunges for a clinch but Axel ducks it looking for a spearing takedown. Knight guards his base and falls onto his knees catching AXEL in a sprawl. He swings left and right fists into AXEL's trapped head. Action tries to shove loose but Knight has other plans and turns AXEL onto his back taking a mount. Action grabs Knight pulling him close and manages to spin him and Knight so Knight takes the spot on his back. Action swings two sharp elbows, with alternating arms, at LeStatt connecting with each. He leaves the mount backing off of Knight.

Yale: It's like what you said, LeStatt Knight has one weakness in his game and AXEL's been able to use it to his advantage thus far.

Bryan: Although he did just give Knight the chance to stand again. It's the most dangerous thing he could do because getting hit with Knight's fist is like getting hit by a Mac truck.

Yale: And he could toss Action onto the ground in a heartbeat. Stupid AXEL Action.

LeStatt takes the invitation to stand and AXEL charges at him. The suicide mission ends up wrong as LeStatt ducks a closeline. Action halts behind Knight however and grabs him under the arms whipping all 280 pounds over his head for a full German suplex. Knight crashes on his neck but works to get back up. AXEL holds on and hopes to grab another suplex but LeStatt denies him and spins around to his back. He drops AXEL for his own German suplex. Action is shaken but mimics Knight by getting up as well. Knight releases the German grip and instead trips him into a sidewalk slam position. AXEL drops onto the mat as Knight hooks the leg looking for an early pinfall.

...1!

...2!

...KICKOUT!

Tim Vale shows LeStatt two finger and the monster huffs. He immediately looks for a grounded dragon sleeper.

Bryan: He's locking in his finisher - GOOD KNIGHT!

Yale: I wouldn't jump the gun on it. AXEL's being a Jew about it and not letting him get under his chin.

Bryan: That's not politically correct.

Yale: I'm not a politician though.

Bryan: Either way, Knight's still trying to lock the hold in but AXEL is struggling greatly against it. He knows that it's been the ending to so many men.

Action shoves with all his weight and rocks LeStatt with an inadvertent head butt. Knight is dazed for long enough that AXEL is able to escape cleanly Knight isn't amused and gets to his feet with a mission in his eyes. AXEL catches a running Knight with a DDT and plants him hard into the mat. AXEL returns to his feet on Knight's side and spots himself performing a standing moonsault over Knight's body. It connects and LeStatt cringes as AXEL now grabs the legs looking for a pinfall of his own.

...1!

...2!

...KICKOUT WITH AUTHORITY!

Bryan: Knight almost threw him out of the ring with that kickout!

Yale: I was afraid he'd land on us! All that face paint would get on the equipment.

AXEL gets to his feet and as Knight stands he springboards off the middle near rope. He returns at Knight with a diving shoulder block but LeStatt grabs him out of midair with an STO slam. AXEL's body shakes as it hits the mat.

OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!

Knight brings AXEL up and drops him with a scoop slam. Action is in place and Knight looks again for his dragon sleeper off the ground. He forces his arms into place but AXEL refuses to give him full control by shoving his chin into his chest. Knight gives him a hefty palm strike and AXEL looses control falling victim to the finisher. He stays calm breathing regularly as he reaches for the near ropes. Luckily, he's able to get hold of them and the referee tells Knight to break off. He holds for a second or two after before leaving AXEL on the mat.

Bryan: That's twice already that he's looked to that move and I'm beginning to think he'll do it again. He's been ruthless tonight and choking AXEL Action out may be the one way to calm him down some.

Yale: Action is a stress ball tonight that Knight believes has Fox's face on it. After his car was ruined Knight's showing a side of himself that we haven't seen in sometime. Jews beware!

Bryan: I agree about seeing the old Knight. It only makes sense going into NC-17 though. It's one of his crowning moments and he's given us so many memories there. He wants to walk in with his head held high.

Knight stalks Action and grabs his hair again. As he looks for a suplex AXEL fights back delivering key strikes to Knight's nose and jaw. LeStatt stumbles for a second fending off the attack. As he reaches out to strike back AXEL takes the opportunity to grab his arm leaping upwards. He hooks his legs around his arm and spins dropping Knight onto his back with a brilliant Judo takedown. AXEL tweaks the arm and locks in the armbar he attained from standing position.

Yale: What a move!

Bryan: He just came out of no where with that flurry and now he has LeStatt in a painfully impressive armbar! Beautiful execution!

Yale: He's back on the mat, it's his world, JB.

AXEL Holds the arm tightly forcing it against its typical range of motion. Knight, knowing he's caught, struggles hoping his size advantage can be used to shove AXEL off. Still, Action places himself well and breathes constantly holding the armbar as tight as possible. His face is a masterpiece of adrenaline as he digs harder and harder in himself to pull off the victory. Knight looks for the nearest ropes but finds none in reaching distance. Tim Vale hovers them checking for a tap out.

Bryan: It's a stalemate out there and AXEL has Knight in check at this point. His moves are slim but if he could manage to use his strength then he could get free.

Yale: Even if he does get free though, that arm is blown. He's getting hurt bad if he stays in this much longer.

The sweat leaks down Knight's face like runaway rivers falling to the canvas in a puddle. In a last ditch effort he breaks his other arm out from under AXEL's legs and forces himself to spin. AXEL has the armbar tight on his back but Knight is over top of him dripping on him and smiling sadistically. The monster throws a punch at AXEL's face and the second gives him enough to grab Actions legs. He pulls him off the mat slightly before dropping him onto his neck. Action lets go, visibly distraught, and Knight falls onto his back to nurse his arm.

Yale: He escapes! He's solved the Rubik's cube!

Bryan: But AXEL is still alive and alert. He has an injury to go after and I'm sure he'll do his best to attack his arm.

Action dives onto Knight with a superman fist but Knight rolls to his side to avoid it. Action stands again and grabs Knight by the hair now. He pulls him up and shoves him between his legs. He fights a back body drop and swings Knight into his grasp for a piledriver into the mat. He hooks the leg and Tim Vale slides into place.

...1!

...2!

...THR-KICKOUT!

Yale: Not as powerful of a kickout this time for LeStatt. Come on big guy, you've lose sight of the slushy in your car!

Bryan: AXEL is looking the rising star that he is. Without Dan Black around he's able to truly showcase some of his abilities.

Yale: That's why Dan Black has made him his bitch though. He can shadow him and shine as the true champion.

AXEL doesn't seemed phased by the count and gets back to his feet. Knight turns to an all-fours stance while favoring his left arm. Action takes advantage of the position and performs a running dropkick across his nose. Knight drops to his back and his eyes shut for a moment while the crowd goes wild begging for AXEL to climb the ropes.

Bryan: He's going up into the air it would seem. I'm not sure how good of an idea this is though. He has the momentum and one false step could change the match entirely.

Yale: He's made a career of taking risks JB and with the fans behind him he's willing to blow it all. That and he can show the Hebrew Hammer what he can do when not held back.

Bryan: I guess so. Knight looks sedated after that dropkick.

AXEL is perched on top and full stands extending his arms in a scarecrow fashion.

FLY AXEL FLY! FLY AXEL FLY!

He measures Knight and leaps on a whim. He does a back flip in mid air completing a shooting star press. As he looks to Knight LeStatt sees the incoming bomb and rolls under the ropes and outside of the ring. AXEL knows his fate and tries to brace himself as he smacks the mat at full force. He bounces and slides across the ring as Knight recoups watching from afar.

Yale: OH NO!

Bryan: He risked it and after that move I think it's safe to say that no one has the upper hand anymore in this one. Knight is nursing that arm but sliding back into the ring.

Yale: He's got all the opportunities in the world to lock in the sleeper hold if he feels up to it.

Bryan: It would be with a weaker arm though.

Yale: His biceps are trucks. There's no way you could reason that he has a weak and strong arm.

Knight walks toward AXEL who is trying to bring himself together using the ropes as help. He's dizzy and broken in this moment and Knight takes advantage by grabbing him in a half-nelson. He flips him overhead for a suplex creating a sick thud in the center of the ring. Knight follows and covers to end it all.

...1!




...2!






....THRE-KICKOUT!!

Tim Vale denies LeStatt of the win signaling that AXEL kicked out sending him into a frenzy.

Bryan: How did AXEL kick out of that?! He just got rocked by that half-nelson and he managed to break the pinfall.

Yale: I don't know if he's taking his vitamins or if Dan Black is forcing matzaball soup down his throat but he just stunned me with that break.

Bryan: He stunned the world and mostly LeStatt Knight. Knight looks livid by the near fall and he's lifting AXEL up looking to finish this once and for all.

Knight lays into AXEL's face while Action tries to fight back throwing well-placed jabs of his own. He stuns Knight with a shot and runs away at the ropes. On the return he tries for a crossbody takedown but Knight catches him. He holds him before tossing him high onto his shoulder. AXEL is situated but squirms enough to fall off Knight's back. He grabs Knight behind the knees on his way down and is able to perform a roll-up on the monster.

...1!

Yale: He might surprise Knight!



...2!






...THR-KICKOUT!!!

Bryan: So close but not tonight! AXEL almost got a win out of Knight but he's not willing to give up yet. He's on a mission and getting pinned isn't in the mission.

Knight breaks free and both men stand. Knight grabs him and knees him low sending him between his legs. Knight whips him back to his shoulders turning him so he's facing forward. It's an Electric Chair Drop that he wants but AXEL has other plans as he again slips down Knight. This time he falls down the front trying another roll-up. Knight stops it though and spins him back between his legs. He whips him up for a powerbomb. Extending completely, Knight drives AXEL into the mat with a horrible thud.

Yale: This is it!

...1!


....2!





...3!

I against I begins to play over the PA system as referee Tim Vale grabs Knight's hand helping him up. Knight has his hand raised quickly as Vale bends down to check out AXEL.

Andrews: And your winner......LESTATTTT KNIIIIIGHHHHTTTT!!!

Bryan: AXEL came so close on many occasions but he couldn't come out with the win here tonight. Great effort by the rising star. I'm sure Dan Black will be impressed by this display.

Yale: He'll be impressed and then slap berate him for loosing. He gave it a good effort but it was Knight's anger that drove him to a victory here today. Impressive display of strength and patience while he was stuck in that armbar.

Bryan: It was a vicious armbar and one that anyone else would have tapped out to on a normal day. I figured we'd see a dragon sleeper victory but hey, he was upset and he wanted a knock out.

Yale: AXEL is coming to now.

Bryan: True. Leading into NC-17, both of these men have a few things to do still but for LeStatt Knight, showing his supremacy isn't one of them.

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A door flies open and out marches Vivica J. Valentine to a choir of jeers. She's obviously got an intention as she speed walks down the hallway. An innocent GCW crew member crosses her path and is quickly grabbed by the back of his blue polo collar and shoved chest first into the wall.

Valentine: Where is he at?

Crew Member: Who?! What are you talking about?!

Valentine: Andy Murray. He isn't supposed to be here.

Crew Member: I haven't seen him!

Valentine: Where is he?!

Crew Member: I haven't seen him! Promise!

Bryan: We've already seen her spit bile at Tessa Windsor, and now it looks like Valentine's got her crosshairs set on Andy Murray.

Yale: She must've seen him speaking with Tessa earlier, JB.

Bryan: I hope Andy's still keeping his head down. The last thing he wanted tonight was to run into Valentine.

Sighing Vivica lets go of the crew member and continues marching down the hallway, furious. She's finally snapped. After all the times little Vivica has been easily pissed off and has managed to calm back down or return to Earth, it was obvious to everyone involved that it just wasn't happening this time. At least, not without the blood of her former lover. Her fast pace comes to a screeching halt as she looks intothe catering room and sees her target there at a table by himself. Her gaze narrows as she approaches, as does GCW Security.

Bryan: Oh no...

Yale: The whole reason for Murray's rumoured absence tonight is bearing down on him, JB.

Bryan: This won't be pretty.

Valentine: Hey Murr!

Suddenly the Scottish King Of Cool spins around to see Valentine marching into the room. It's almost as if he's expecting it as she rushes towards him.

Valentine: I thought you weren't supposed to be here tonight. Aren't you supposed to be at home moping because I broke your heart or something? Didn't you hear what those fans out there did to me tonight? They stood on their feet and they booed me out of the arena. They meant fucking everything to me Andy, EVERYTHING. And you turned them
against me and you don't even FUCKING care. You made them hate me, how could you do that to me?

Groaning, Murray slowly aims his tired eyes towards his former beau.

Murray: Save it, V. I've heard enough of you tonight.

Valentine: You've heard enough?! What about me huh? Suddenly you're not so overprotective when it isn't easy to ruin my life anymore? You're nothing but a lying hypocrite... just like all of those people out there. How could I have ever trusted you?

Unfortunately, the hole in the ground Murray's waiting for doesn't materialise to swallow him up.

Murray: Yeah, yeah. I ruined your life, of course. You sou--

Valentine: Don't even give me that shit, I was just fine until you came along.

Murray: 'Til I came along? Last time I checked, V, you were the one who said those three words first, not me. Just stop, please. For your own sake.

Valentine: Oh, fuck you...

She snarls in response.

Valentine: You're going to hold that against me now? You came along well before that. Let me tell you a little bit of what I'm going through so maybe you'll understand me. Have you ev--

Heard enough, Andy balls his hands into fists and pushes himself up to his full 6'7".

Murray: Can it.

Valentine: No, YOU can it and listen to me for once in your damn life. Imagine you've found the love of your life and you spent every day together for years. You share memories that no matter how bad you may want to do it someday you just can't replace them. They mean the world to you. Now imagine one day they just fall out of love with you, they just pack up and leave you without as much as a goodbye or a warning. Then
you're still forced to spend everyday with them, watching them fall all over someone else. Hanging on their every word, a constant fucking reminder that you're not good enough for them. It makes you sick to your stomach and makes you question everything that you've ever felt was true. I still have to go out and look at them everyday... do you have a clue what that feels like?! Watching you parading around with my title and those fans hanging all over you. And you know what the worst part about it is? I love you too, and you make me dress up in ridiculous fucking outfits and embarrass me in front of those people. You made me a laughing stock, I was just a big fucking joke to you and you didn't give a damn what I think. You don't care about anything except for yourself, I hate you...

Bryan: Jesus Christ! I can't believe what I'm hearing.

Yale: And neither can The King, by the looks of things...

The GCW Champion's head bows involuntarily.

Murray: I...

Andy's voice tails-off before he can get another word out. Breathing slowly, facial expression blank, The Scottish King of Cool has never looked so muted. Eventually he glances up, speaking in the same slow baritone he's been spouting all night.

Murray: You're fucking crazy.

With that, Murray turns away from the table and walks towards the door as quickly as his long strides will allow. Vivica's features turn to those of a woman disgusted as she canters after him.

Valentine: Where the hell do you think you're going?!

Leaving the catering area, stepping out into a corridor and continuing his march.

Valentine: Oh this is just typical of you! As soon as things turns sour in the happy-clappy dreamworld of Andy-ville, you turn your back and walk away like it's not your responsbility! Well this is one problem you can't ignore, Andy. You did this to me! Now stop right there and face me like a man.

Showing no regard for the woman behind him, Murray powers through a door out into the parking lot. Valentine breezes through after him.

Valentine: Hey! Listen to me!

Still nothing.

Valentine: I'm talking to you...

Valentine reaches up, grabbing the Scot's shoulder to spin him round, but Murray catches her off-guard. He grabs her by the throat suddenly, pushing her hard up against a nearby wall and using his superior size and strength to keep her pinned.

Murray: You fucking happy now?!

Struggling, Valentine kicks at Murray frantically, but the GCW Champion only leans in closer, making her escape all but impossible.

Murray: Is this really what you want, V? You want to throw away everything we were - everything we could've been - just because there's a couple extra signs saying “Murray” in the crowd and a few less with your name?

Valentine: Get your fucking hands off me!

She claws, digging her nails into Murray's forearm. The King doesn't budge.

Murray: Not a nice feeling, is it? Backed into a corner, nowhere to go. Maybe now you'll understand just what you've put me through over the past couple of weeks. I cared for you, V - I fucking loved you. At least I thought I did. Even after Christmas Chaos I thought we could sweep it under the rug and get on with our lives, but nooooooo, little Vivvy just couldn't handle the fact that she wasn't number one anymore.

Andy pushes harder.

Murray: I thought you were better than that, V. Even when you kicked me in the head, I came back the next week to offer you another chance, and what did you do? You turn around and do it again, and now you wanna try and pin this on me?

Valentine: None of this would've--

Murray: Fuck you. You did this to yourself. Maybe I'm just a schmuck for thinking we could just piece everything back together, but at least I'm not a charlatan.

Finally, Murray loosens the pressure a little bit, but not so much that she can escape. Valentine's face now a deep shade of angry, The King bares his gnashers and scowls.

Murray: I hope you're satisfied with yourself. You've taken your whole world and torn it down in one fell swoop, and fuck you if you think you're gonna take me with you. We were perfect, V, and you ruined it. You. Not me. I may have let you tear out my heard and toss it to the gutter, but I won't let you pin this on me. I WON'T! Not tonight, not next week, not at NC-17. NEVER. You got that?

Nothing but a vindictive look. Murray squeezes tighter.

Murray: I said, ”YOU GOT THAT!?”

Wincing, Valentine reluctantly struggles to nod. This is enough for Murray to suddenly let go of her and let her tumble to the tarmac, breathing heavily. The King looks down at her one last time as she slowly pulls herself to her feet. He shakes his head.

Murray: You're not the person I thought you were.

And he turns, walking slowly into the night. Huffing, puffing, and with a throat red raw from Murray's grasp, Vivica J. Valentine is fuming. As her former lover disappears into a black Mercedes-Benz, Valentine steps forward and hurls a massive gob of saliva against the ground.

Yale: I guess there's some fight left in the Scot after all.

Bryan: Make no mistake, Dave, Andy Murray is a broken man, but the fire in his belly still burns.

Yale: It's a good job, too, because without it he'd be toast. What did Murray expect? He treated Valentine like a joke for months, and now he complains when she turns on him. It's like Vivica said; none of this would've happened if Murray hadn't stuck his nose in her business.

Bryan: His nose in her business?! I think you're going as cuckoo as she is, Dave! Valentine was the one that fell for Murray, not the other way around. She's losing her mind, and she has nobody to blame but herself.

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The crowd cheers once they see Clyde Fox on the megatron. The young hero is hanging out in his locker room, worry plastered on his face. He begins to pace back and forth all the while mumbling to himself, some of the words are audible but others appear to just be jibberish.

Fox: Stoopid! Stoopid! Dumb-Dumb head!

Yale: Well I'm glad we have such intelligence representing this company.

Bryan: Clyde is obviously worried Dave, it's pretty obvious what this is about.

Yale: Sure is but I have no sympathy for the kid. He decided to go and continually embarrass LeStatt-freakin'-Knight! No one does that! I'm still debating if Death will actually come get Knight when his time comes or will he be too afraid.

Fox: We-tarded Beeyatch Face!

Clyde continues to pace but as time wears on his steps become more frantic and he loses the ability to walk in straight lines, instead his paths seem more like a runningback trying to evade defenders.

BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!

The loud thud of someone knocking on Fox's locker room door is enough to snap Fox out of it and stop his pacing. This, of course, brings on another expression: FEAR. Fox's eyes dart in the direction of the door and they grow about four sizes larger than they were previously. He does not make a move towards the door however, choosing to just stare in a way that gives off the impression that he believed by staring so long and hard that the person on the other side would just disappear.

BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!

These knocks cause Clyde to crouch down behind an unfolded steel chair a few feet from him.

Yale: Dear lord! If it were LeStatt he'd have kicked the door down by now and stepped on Fox's neck.

Bryan: I'm inclined to agree there Dave, at least that he'd have kicked the door down by now.

Slowly Fox moves his head from behind the chair's back to look at the door again but only enough where his eyes are showing. He takes in a deep breath, swallows hard and calls out ... in a whisper.

Fox: Who is it?

...no response...

Fox adjusts his body before calling out again, a tad louder this time but still not nearly loud enough for whoever is on the other side to hear him.

Fox: State your name, Birf-day and if you are a wady between tha ages of 18 and 47 ... OH! and without ANY important body pawts missin ... Dat would be jus gwoss wight? ... Then weave your phone numba!

...no response...

Yale: I think I'm getting a headache.

Fox: Dang it!

Clyde scans his room now and after a few moments he rushes towards a table set up some feet away from his previous position but also closer to his locker room door. He dives towards it and combat rolls underneath the table until he is flat on his stomach staring at the door again. This time Fox calls out loud enough that someone COULD possibly hear him.

Fox: Who dat creepin' at Clyde's Fortwess of Soliduder!?

But still no response.

Frustration and anticipation feeds into Clyde's next move. He low crawls towards the wall to the right of the door. Once there he spiderman's up the wall until he is standing upright, his back up against the wall. Now he leaps off the wall and centers himself in front of the locker room door in a stance likened to one a person would make if they were preparing to have a gun fight in an old western film.

BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!

Fox: AGGHHHHHHHH!

The knocking catches Fox off guard, startling him so bad that he shrieks and falls down, making enough commotion that anyone standing outside would have known that YES, Fox is indeed in his locker room.

????: Mr. Fox! Is that you? Are you alright?

Bryan: Well that doesn't sound like LeStatt Knight to me.

Yale: We knew it wouldn't be.

Clyde had started attempting to scramble back up to his feet before the voice on the other side said anything so he was already off balance, the sound of a strange voice startles him again and causes him to fall back down onto his ass.

Fox: POOP!

????: Are you OK!?

Fox: Who is it!?

????: I'm Gerald, I just work on the crew. I was told to bring you this letter that I have here.

Fox's face lights up like Christmas time ... but quickly goes back to being worried.

Fox: Is it a bill?

A pause...

????: No, doesn't appear to be.

Fox's face lights up like Christmas time AGAIN, who doesn't like getting mail that ISN'T a bill? In his excitment Fox scurries to his feet and rushes to grab the door knob and yanks the door, however he is too close to the door when he does this and it just comes back into him, smashing into his forehead.

Fox: AAAGGHH! OWIE! OWIE! BEEYATCH FACE!

Gerald: Oh my god! Are you okay!?

Yale: Get me some damn aspirin and a fifth of vodka.

Fox rubs his wound for a handful of seconds but his mind goes back to his letter.

Fox: Super! Jus gotsta get me a Superman band-aid and be good as fresh! Where's my wetter!?

Gerald extends his hand with a small white envelope inside and Clyde eagerly snatches it up. It takes only (approximately) 1.3 seconds for Clyde to rip open the envelope and begin reading the letter outloud.

Fox: You can run ... but not forever. HA! Dis guy doesn't know Clyde Fox vewy well does he? (he continues reading) You can hide ... but not from me. BAH! I was Ontario's King Moose Antler Hide-and-go-Peek Player of tha Year Four years wunnin'! (and he reads ... the next line not exciting him so much) Clyde Fox vs. LeStatt Knight at NC-17 7. Good ... (K)Night.

Yale: There we go JB! I think we just got a confirmed match for NC-17!

Bryan: I think you are right! Just when we think that LeStatt may be finished attempting to play mind games, he pulls this off.

Yale: Might as well start the countdown now ... how many days until Fox's funeral?

Clyde drops the letter as the color drains from his face.

Fox: I weally, weally hate mail.

Clyde goes to shut his locker room door but just as it gets about halfway there it is forcefully swung back open.

Yale: He's here! Knight has found Clyde!

LeStatt makes no wasted motion in delivering a powerful straight kick, appearing to cause Fox's body to engulf his boot. Clyde's body sails through the air and it crashes down hard on the floor. Fox gasps for air as he writhes in pain, the blow obviously knocking the air completely from his lungs. Knight stalks his prey and when he reaches his kill he places his boot over its chest to keep it from squirming much more.

Bryan: Someone needs to get in there now! There's no telling what Knight will do to this poor kid!

Yale: Well why doesn't Gerald go in there and help? I'm sure he can take Knight by himself.

Knight: I should tear your fucking head from your shoulders! I should make you feel as much pain as I've felt embarrassment since the day that we met. I should end your pathetic career before it even gets a chance to really take off ...

LeStatt leans forward slightly which puts more weight and more pressure on Fox's chest.

Knight: But I won't. Not yet. NC-17 is coming Clyde ... It's time to face the Beast.

Knight steps off of Fox and backs away and out of his locker room. This leaves Fox alone, crossing his arms over his chest to try and ease the pain and gasping for every ounce of oxygen that he can get.

Bryan: LeStatt Knight is vile man Dave.

Yale: He is ... but it's on JB. Clyde Fox vs. LeStatt Knight.

Bryan: I don't know if Clyde can survive this.

Yale: He won't JB. He won't.

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The lights in the arena go out and the stage is lined in flames as the speakers are greeted with "Hollow" by Submersed. Silence is the only thing coming from the crowd as lightning strikes down on the center of the stage as Donny Diamond appears.

He's dressed a winer colored attire and matching trench coat, and on his face are his black sunglasses. His arms are crossed in front of his chest in the shape of an "X", and suddenly he throws his arms into the air and the flames soar up. He begins to walk through the flames and towards the ring, keeping his focus there.

Arriving at the ring he climbs in from over the middle rope. Slowly he removes his coat and glasses, dropping them to the mat as he leans back against the ropes. The lights slowly return to normal as the music comes to an end. Placed in the ring towards the corner is a glass table, the camera follows Donny Diamond towards the table.

Bryan: It looks like Donny Diamond has something to say as he's asking for a mic.

Yale: Donny Diamond is a man I can admire, he understands the game and knows what it takes to succeed here in GCW.

Bryan: Succeed in GCW? His first match with the company last week was a loss to Tempest!

Yale: Maybe so, but remember what he told Tempest earlier in the night.

After being handed the microphone he walks around the ring a bit as massive jeers come from the crowd. The crowd lets him know exactly what they think of him and yet his reply is a simple smirk before he begins to speak.

Donny Diamond: You know ever since I made my arrival here in GCW all I hear from everyone is "DWO this", "DWO that", and I'm getting sick and tired of it! Sure its ironic that upon my arrival I assault the two biggest bitches DWO had to arrival, but when I did it DWO was the last thing on my mind. The only thing on my mind at the time was SurReal, and as I said time and time again, Equinox was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Yale: He makes a solid point here about the whole DWO situation.

Bryan: That's true, but tell me something, has he done anything to negate from that?

The fans in the arena start a GCW chant as Diamond leans back against the ropes to remove his coat and sunglasses. The fall to the floor as he brings the microphone back towards his mouth to speak.

Donny Diamond: GCW! GCW! GC... Shut the hell up already! It was over seven years ago when SurReal gave me this scar on my face in the only match the two of us have ever had against each other. You know the reason for that? Let me tell you; It's because SurReal is scared! I'm not going to become egotistical and say the reason a rematch never happened is because SurReal is scared of me... No. The reason is because SurReal is scared of the pain I will make him feel, he's scared of the possibility the he will become a laid up has been like his two friends are.

Bryan: Ok so Donny Diamond is just going to give us another history lesson here or is there a point to his battering of the lips?

Yale: Well he does make a point... There has never been a rematch between the two of them.

Donny Diamond: Last week SurReal announced our rematch at NC-17 for a glass tables match, but I have a question that needs to be answered. Why wait till then SurReal? I'm right here and there just so happens to be a glass table with your name on it. Get your ass out here boy so I can show the world that it was all a fluke! I'll show the world tonight that SurReal cannot keep up with me! Hell... After watching your match last week, you couldn't even keep up with Cheap Labor!

Yale: It would seem that crowd wants to see SurReal come out here as bad as Diamond does.

Bryan: Well the fans of GCW are always looking for a good fight after all.

They don't have to wait long, as Chromium's 'Ex Amino' blares out from the speakers and the Irishman emerges from the back, microphone in hand. Dressed in casual attire of torn jeans and an emerald t-shirt adorned with a faded Green Lantern logo. His usual fanged war paint is absent from his face, although both eyes are darkened with some black make-up. His typically mixed reaction is replaced by an almost universal approval from the GCW fans; a fact that doesn't go unacknowledged by the man himself.

Bryan: A rousing reception for the Tribal War Machine tonight. I guess the fans are about as fed up of listening to Donny as SurReal is!

Turning his attention to Diamond, now looking very isolated in the middle of the ring with the entire arena set against him. A trademark smirk washes over SurReal's face, an unconvincing attempt to conceal his malice. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, but can't wait that long before having his say.

SurReal: You know Donny, for a "dead-man" your gums sure do a lot of flapping! And you want to talk about Labor? Funny, I don't see YOUR Championship Belt Don, perhaps you've just misplaced it?

Diamond wastes no time delivering a retort he clearly had prepared.

Donny Diamond: Sure took you long enough to get out here, did your bitch Equinox have to give you a good bye kiss first?

SurReal struggles to hold back his laughter as his shakes his head, clearly unimpressed by the attempted insult. Having now climbed into the ring he plants his feet just a few feet from Donny, maintaining the eye contact he has held since the top of the ramp.

SurReal: So Donny, everyone here has heard what you have to say. Perhaps its time you heard what other people have to say? If you don't mind, I think I'll go first! When I think of Donny Diamond, only one word springs to mind; pathetic! Look at what you've done since you came back here. Attacking under cover of electrical blackouts, cryptic disgusted messages on the big screen, and blindside interference in other people's matches! I think you'll agree, that's pretty damn pathetic. Apparently all you hear is "DWO this" and "DWO that", perhaps you ought to stop listening to yourself Diamond, the only person who is suffering from this obsession of past glories would be, well... you!

Raising his hand, Diamond interrupts.

Donny Diamond: Everyone tells me about how SurReal is not the same man he was back then, but I don't see anything different. You still do the same thing you always did, talk! But me... I prefer action!

Diamond goes to throw a punch, but it's blocked by SurReal who follows it up with a flurry of punches to the face. Pushing Diamond back against the ropes he slams the microphone across his face causing a loud thud that echoes out from the PA system, bringing the microphone back to his mouth SurReal replies to the earlier comments.

SurReal: Donny, you are a walking contradiction. According to all sources, you're dead? Yet here you stand in front of me, more alive than ever... well maybe that's not entirely accurate just right at this second. So we can only assume you faked your own death, wow, what's the word? Oh yeah, PATHETIC! You hammer on and on and on about the past, and apparently I'M the one who talks too much.

Bryan: It seems SurReal has had enough of the verbal abuse from Diamond!

Yale: I guess the Tribal Warrior has grown tired of words as well.

Pulling Diamond up to his feet seemed to be a bad move on the part of SurReal as Diamond starts throwing in a few punches of his own. However, SurReal is quick to end the come back with a hard and swift knee to the ribs followed by an Irish whip into the corner. SurReal keeps it coming with fierce punches forcing Diamond down into the corner, but Diamond retaliates with a low blow halting SurReal's momentum entirely. He stumbles forward against the turnbuckles and a now upright Diamond drills him in the ribs with some knee lifts over and over before hoisting him up onto the top rope. Diamond climbs to the top as well only to be met with a vicious headbutt from SurReal and the two of them begin exchanging punches again.

Yale: These two need to watch out because that glass table is very close.

Bryan: From the sound of things I think the fans of GCW are hoping they fall into it!

The two of them continue their war of fists at the top of the turnbuckles while a sound of shock comes from the crowd. Jumping over the barricade into the arena with a chair in hand is Lori Equinox, but Diamond and SurReal are seemingly unaware of it as they continue to batter each other. Equinox climbs onto the apron and runs towards the two of them slamming the chair into their skulls.

Bryan: EQUINOX! LORI EQUINOX JUST TOOK THEM BOTH OUT!

Diamond and SurReal lose their balance and fall backwards onto the glass table shattering it to pieces. Equinox climbs into the ring and grabs the microphone from the mat. He walks between Diamond and SurReal as they lie motionless with blood oozing from their bodies. Equinox looks upon the car-wreck of a scene that lies beneath him. Pausing to grin a little and intakes the jeering from the crowd.

Equinox: Yea, I enjoyed that too. You see Donny; you decided to get me involved in this whole thing the start. You decided to make me part of your little game. Now look at you. You come out here ranting on about how you've never had a rematch with SurReal... Who really cares?

Equinox shrugs to the crowd before continuing.

Equinox: You go on endlessly about how you must finish off Surreal. But let's face it. He was finished off long ago and so were you. I am the one pulling the strings now.

Equinox walks towards SurReal and Donny, still reeling from the chair shots they received. He wipes both his hands on their bloodied faces before kneeling down on one knee and getting right in their faces.

Equinox: You can announce your little Glass Tables match, oh how enthralling it would be to see both of you destroy each other but in my mind there is something I wanted to do. It seemed a little twisted at first, I mean, should I really get involved in all this? As you can now see, the blood in your veins is now on my hands. It's only natural that I'll want to finish the job. So your glass tables match will not be what it seems... oh wait for it.

Equinox lifts his index fingers to his lips and silences the arena. Without shouting out or going wild he simply whispers the words.

Equinox: It'll be Triple Threat. And I will destroy you both.

Forevermore by Shadows Fall blasts throughout the arena as Lori Equinox gets back to his feet and looks out into the crowd. The slightly unhinged persona having taking over he laughs hysterically at the damage he has caused before exiting the ring, walking backwards up the ramp still laughing as he surveys Diamond & SurReal's attempts to climb to their feet.

Yale: Uhh...

Bryan: Yeah that was pretty intense.

Yale: Sure was!

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The cameras pick up Tempest walking along in the hallways, looking around as if hunting for something, or someone. She has her little Haitian flag covered coffee can in hand and stops as a couple of crew members come up to her.

Crew Guy#1: Hey Tempest! We managed to scare up a few donations from the stage and sounds crews. They’re kind of all over the place tonight. But everyone heard about what you were up to and wanted to help.

Crew Guy #2: Yeah, I did a summer internship in Haiti back in college. I still have friends there and all.

They each produce a wad of bills and some checks for which Tempest opens up the coffee can with a happy giggle.

Tempest: Thanks guys! That’s so awesome. It’s so nice that you guys have some of the superstars beat when it comes to generosity and caring.

She glares pointedly into the camera as the crew guys exchange a look. But then she smiles and rewards each surprised crew member with a big hug from the sparkly Cyberpunk Goddess.

Yale: You know James, I’m suddenly feeling more charitable.

Bryan: Uh huh, try going to hopeforhaitinow.org and you can make that contribution as well.

Yale: But you can’t get a hug from Tempest that way. I’m thinking about a more personal donation.

Bryan: Yeah, good luck with that.

Tempest waves to the crew and continues on. Then she apparently finds who she was looking for in Sally Ford who looks pleased and fires up the interview machine excitedly as Tempest approaches.

Ford: Tempest! Big news about your upcoming match at NC-17 for the TV title. Are you excited to get your first shot at gold here in GCW?

Tempest looks around, finally focusing on Ford with a vaguely amused smile.

Tempest: Yes. Yes I am and soon enough you’ll get to see more on that, but for now, I need this.

She reaches over and plucks the mic from Ford’s hand with a big grin that dares Sally to stop her and points into the camera.

Tempest: And you, you’re coming with me.

Ford: Hey! You can’t just take my cameraman!

Tempest: Oh no? Whatcha gonna do, fight me for him? Hmmm?

Tempest smirks mischievously and winks into the camera, apparently wielded by a cameraman with little to no objection to being hijacked by Tempest. She beckons, he follows. She walks backward, speaking as she goes.

Tempest: Ok, so now that I have my own cameraman, I want everyone to know that I’ve saved the best for last with my little Love for Haiti campaign... Which, by the way you can and should consider contributing to. Visit hopeforhaitinow.org, or got to cnn.com/impact where you can find a list of organizations providing relief to the embattled country. One of them is bound to strike your fancy. And thank you for doing so!

Tempest comes to a stop outside an office door and jerks her head slightly indicating the camera should pan up above her to the nameplate: Commissioner Christian Zenith.

Tempest: What you won’t find on either of those sites is praise for a very generous corporate donor and our own most excellent commish, Mr. Christian Zenith. So I’m gonna thank him for being my biggest contributor so far without my even asking!

Tempest smiles sweetly and raps on the door, rolling forward on her toes and listening expectantly. At last it opens and the commissioner steps out. Not looking down, he begins to speak without taking in who has come to speak to him.

Zenith: No, I have no comment at this time on the…

Tempest clears her throat and smiles up at the commish, who looks rather surprised.

Zenith: Tempest? I wasn’t aware you had taken on interviewing duties.

Tempest: Well, not really, but for you I’m making an exception.

Zenith looks at her rather doubtfully.

Zenith: I still have nothing to say regarding the shift in power within…

Tempest: Oh no no, nothing like that. I just wanted to thank you.

Zenith: Thank me?

Tempest smiles and nods enthusiastically as she raises her little Haitian flag covered coffee can and rattles it lightly.

Tempest: Well yes! For being the most awesome contributor to my cause without my even asking. It’s not like I care how it happens, so long as it happens, right?

Zenith looks slightly confused as Tempest turns and looks into the camera, rocking back on her heels as she expounds the virtues of Zenith’s relief efforts to Haiti.

Tempest: Did you folks know that not only has Zenith Corp. provided considerable funds to the relief effort, but even allowed the use of some of its most sensitive strategic technologies in the efforts to locate survivors, stabilize damaged structures and detect seismic activity and incoming aftershocks?

Zenith’s gaze shifts to Tempest and his eyes widen ever so slightly. She continues obliviously.

Tempest: One such device, designed to detect movement and body heat inside buildings to find snipers and bombers in dangerous warzones is being used to locate survivors.

Zenith puts his hands on his hips and glares down at Tempest from behind. She carries on blithely.

Tempest: Such innovative use of technology in a time of crisis really deserves a hand Mr. Zenith.

Finally Tempest turns and grins happily as she makes a little applause gesture toward him. At last catching the look on his face, she blinks in confusion.

Tempest: Erm, what?

Zenith leans over slightly, towering over Tempest and looks down on her with a piercing gaze.

Zenith: You seem to be very informed about the developments and contributions of Zenith Corporation. How did you come to learn all this information, exactly?

Tempest blinks and her mouth opens as if to say something then shuts, a quick mental recalibration apparently taking place. She smiles her most fetching smile.

Tempest: Well, your company’s web site is very informative you know. All one has to do is poke around a little and…

Zenith: That little device you mentioned was not known to the general public. In fact it was only recently de-classified, as of a press conference this morning. I had to rush to get here on time because of it. So how would you have found out about it as it pertains to the relief efforts in Haiti?

Tempest’s eyes are like a pair of wide blue saucers, reflecting the lights above her and Zenith’s un-amused stare. She manages to look shocked though.

Tempest: I… I can’t imagine who would have been so clumsy as to leave that where just anyone could find it.

Zenith: Nor… can… I.

Tempest giggles, a sound that utterly fails to break the tension as she looks up rather nervously at the commish before soldiering on.

Tempest: So… You really don’t have ANYTHING to say about what’s going on within GCW’s offices? I mean, nothing to say to those of us who maybe just got hired and are wondering if we’re likely to be back on the streets again living on Ramen anytime soon?

Zenith steps back and straightens his jacket collars.

Zenith: No. No comment on that matter. I believe after tonight, you're going to have plenty of other things you need to be more concerned about.

With that the GCW commissioner disappears into his office and slams the door behind him. Tempest jumps at the sound and turns back to her camera with a slightly shaky smile. She shrugs innocently.

Tempest: What can I say? Some folk just can’t handle admiration, hmm? Nonetheless, that’s our commish, a generous and caring person who has provided well for a country in crises and I’m sure wouldn’t do anything rash to any overly adventurous, electronically gifted wrestling talent any time soon.

Tempest nods, her smile plastered on as if with Crazy Glue and desperation.

Tempest: Back to you guys at ringside!

Yale: Wow… and Tempest steps in it big time. Commissioner Zenith is not known for being the forgiving type.

Bryan: [sighing] Can she just not stay out of trouble for more than an hour at a time?

Yale: An hour? Has it been that long?

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The bell rings to signal the start of tonight's main event. The two competitors circle each other quickly before springing towards each other to lock up.

Bryan: An immediate lock up from both women-

Stone: They immediately lock up Dave! What a show of aggression.

Yale: The energy is quite infectious, isn't it? The tension is quite visible between these two.

Stone: Yes, the tension.

Bryan: And back to the match...

The two struggle and heave, pushing and pulling in sudden bursts of strength but neither wrestler is able to move the other. With a violent shrug Vivica breaks the tie up.

SLAP!

The sound of her open palm across Tessa's face echoes across the arena, hushing the crowd immediately.

Stone: CATFIGHT!!!

Tessa's hand instinctively touches her cheek before rearing back to respond in kind. Vivica sees the opening, immediately throwing her hands forward and dragging her nails across the eyes of Windsor. Briggs moves in, delivering the obligatory reprimand which is a complete waste of his time. Vivica never takes her focus off of Tessa as she advances forward, pushing her former friend against the ropes. A knife edged chop follows causing Tessa to clutch her chest.

Stone: Jay eee ell ell oh.

Yale: A delicious treat!

Bryan: For the love of God can we call this match?

Stone: ... Irish whip.

Vivica clasps Tessa's wrist and heaves with all of her weight behind it, launching Tessa across the ring. As Tessa rebounds, she barely reacts quickly enough to leap over the prone Vivica.

Stone: Does that trick ever work anymore?

Yale: Nope.

Tessa leaps, landing on the middle rope and using it as a springboard. Curving her body backwards, with arms spread, Tessa moonsaults onto the approaching Valentine. The crowd begins to cheer, but quickly silence themselves as the impact never arrives. Vivica catches Tessa on her shoulder and slowly turns around with a devious smile on her face. Almost immediately, the smile disappears and is replaced by an open mouth and shocked eyes. Tessa rolls forward, twisting her body as she falls. Clutching Vivica's wrist, Tessa armdrags the Fallen Phenom with lightning speed.

Bryan: Amazing speed and athleticism displayed by Tessa. What a move to recover from a bad situation.

Yale: I doubt that'd happen against my boy Markus, JB.

Stone: The match would've been over by now Dave.

Bryan: We know, either from a disqualification or countout on your part.

Stone: Back to the match! My fellow UNICEF volunteer with the advantage now, really getting the crowd behind her!

Vivica quickly gets to her feet and dashes forward with a snarl on her face... Until she runs into a dropkick. End of snarl. Vivica rises a little slower this time while holding onto the ropes. Once again, Tessa refuses to waste any time. Running across the ring, Tessa dives and turns horizontal. The resulting crossbody sends both wrestlers to the outside of the ring, and the crowd to their feet in appreciation.

Bryan: Risky move from Tessa, but it paid off.

Yale: That was cheating JB. Vivica had her hands on the ropes. Briggs should DQ Windsor right now.

Stone: I agree whole heartedly. The squared circle is no place for underhanded tactics such as those.

Tessa is the first to her feet and quickly climbs back into the ring. She stands at the ropes and watches as Vivica slowly rises to her feet. Sensing the opportunity, Tessa leaps for a crossbody. Vivica quickly dodges to the side, but not before Tessa notices. Tessa manages to stop her momentum in midair and land safely on the apron. Immediately she jumps again, attempting another springboard moonsault.

Stone: EPIC FAIL!

The moment Tessa's feet left the apron, Vivica reaches out and grabs her ankles. Pulling firmly, Vivica sends Windsor face first to the ground.

Bryan: Nobody says that anymore Markus.

Yale: Regardless, Tessa went to the well one time too many this early in the match.

Stone: That's why they call them high risk Dave. That, and because Tessa's one STD short of being a one woman epidemic.

Bryan: That is quite enough Markus!

Stone: Dave, you'd better tell you friend not to raise his voice to me again.

Vivica looks down at Tessa as she writhes in pain. Relentlessly she lashes out with her feet. Stomping, stomping, stomping away at Tessa's lower back. Vivica stops to take a breathe as the crowd showers boos upon her. Vivica ignores them completely. Grabbing Tessa's hair and pants, Valentine drags her to her feet. She takes two running steps and heaves, launching Tessa into the ring steps. The volume of the boos erupts while Briggs tries to shout over them.

Bryan: We're seeing a much more vicious Vivica Valentine out here tonight, and I'm not sure that Tessa really expected it.

Stone: That's because Tessa clings to the past. People like me and Vivica, we're forward thinkers. Tessa wants the world to live in some happy harmony with her ideals. She's too selfish to let other people live their own lives, and refuses to keep her business to herself.

Yale: Meanwhile people like Vivica and Markus decide they're tired of being the butt of the jokes for people like Andy Murray and the Storm slash Windsor soap opera.

Bryan: Wow... Way to keep focused on the match guys.

Tessa is slowly rising to her feet on the outside. Her face grimaces in pain as she slowly walks away from the stalking Valentine. Obviously, she's moving slower than Rikki Roxx's sex life, and Vivica catches up quickly. Vivica shoves Windsor under the ropes and into the ring, using a handful of blonde hair to aid her. Tessa lays facedown on the mat as Briggs checks on her. The concern quickly vanishes as Briggs dives out of the way of an airborne Vivica.

Bryan: Vivica springboarding into the ring with a rolling senton. She's really targeting the lower back of Tessa Windsor tonight.

Stone: It'll be fine JB, Tessa does most of her work off of her back anyhow.

Back to her feet, Tessa stumbles forward into a motionless Vivica J Valentine. The Black Mariah stares at Tessa without an emotion on her face.

SLAP!

The backhand chop echoes through the arena, sending Tessa stumbling backwards. She bounces of the ropes and stumbles forward again, still disoriented.

Stone: Amazing form with a European uppercut, sending the much less talented Tessa to the mat.

Vivica slightly grimaces as she shakes her arm out, having delivered the move hard enough to make herself cringe. She reaches down and pulls Tessa back to her feet. Leaning back, Vivica heaves and irish whips Tessa across the ring. Tessa clenches as hard as she can, using Vivica weight to stop herself. Tessa uses her own momentum to reverse the move and send Vivica rebounding off the far ropes. So surprised is Vivica that she barely glimpes Tessa's feet before the dropkick connects.

RAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!

Tessa springs back to her feet, feeding off the crowds' energy. She runs away from Vivica and rebounds from the ropes to build momentum. Tessa begins her cartwheel just as Vivica reaches her feet, and leaps backwards without looking. Vivica reacts quickly, ducking her head under the outstretched elbow of Tessa and lifts. Vivica stalls for a split second before driving herself to the mat, finishing her reversal with a belly to back suplex.

Yale: Amazing recovery and counter by the Fallen Phenom!

Stone: She's definitely stepping her game up tonight.

Bryan: Sadly I find myself agreeing with you two. Despite her recent actions, you cannot question her ability in the ring. That only makes it more difficult to figure out why she would turn her back on Andy Murray and the fans the way she did.

Tessa rolls away from her opponent as Vivica slowly stalks towards her. Vivica reaches down and grasps a handful of hair just as Tessa reaches the ropes. With her hair being pulled and the assistance of the ropes, Tessa makes it to her feet only to be dragged back to the center of the ring. Vivica sucks Windsor's head under her arm, then tucks her own head under Tessa's arm. Vivica launches Tessa into the air with a firm plant of her feet and heave, holding GCW's favorite pink superstar in a vertical position. Vivica hesitates, then drives herself down as Tessa collides with the mat.

Bryan: Devastating suplex to Windsor! Vivica has created a bullseye on that lower back and will not relent!

Yale: And I'm sure that Markus has already figured out an entire gameplan for making it worse.

Stone: Dave, do you really think I would take advantage of an injury to a fellow UNICEF volunteer? Hell, I'll even carry some of the delivery supplies for her.

Tessa slowly rises to her feet only to stare at a waiting Phenom. Vivica rears back and throws a right hand, knocking Tessa back a step. Tessa instantly fires back with an elbow strike, and a second one dazes Valentine. Taking two steps, Tessa runs with her arm outstretched. A split second before the clothesline can connect, Vivica scoops Tessa into the air. Spinning her 270 degrees, Vivica drops Tessa onto her waiting knee.

Stone: Tilt the world backbreaker!

Bryan: Pin! Pin!

...1!

...2!

...3!

NO!

Bryan: Last minute kickout by Tessa!

Stone: The fact that she had a whole minute to kickout should be telling you something JB.

Bryan: It was a figure of speech Markus.

Yale: I agree with Markus, unusually slow count from Briggs, and Vivica seems to agree with us. 3 to 1 JB, you lose.

Vivica glares at Josh Briggs, ignoring Tessa for the moment.

LET'S GO TESS-A!

LET'S GO TESS-A!

By the time Vivica turns around Tessa has already risen to her feet. Vivica fires away with a right hand on the still dazed Windsor, connecting flushly with her jaw. Tessa is able to somehow use the still cheering crowd to muster strength to her arms. Vivica doesn't see the incoming right hand coming.

RAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Vivica punches Tessa again. Again, Tessa retaliates with a right.

RAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Vivica stumbles back a step, winds up, and hits Tessa as hard as she can. Somehow, Tessa stays standing and hits Vivica again.

RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This time the Fallen Phenom doesn't strike back. Instead, she eats another punch. And another. Tessa fires away with as much strength as she can muster, driving Vivica into the ropes. Tessa grabs Vivica's arm and whips her across the ring. Vivica bounces off the ropes and finds herself unable to stop the armdrag that sends her flipping to the canvas.

Bryan: Tessa finding her second wind now, finally getting a rest from the calculated attack from Vivica.

Stone: Yay UNICEF...

Tessa immediately springs back to her feet. Without a moments hesitation she hops over the prone Vivica and leaps into the air. Twisting backwards, Tessa lands a picture perfect standing moonsault.

Stone: I'm surprised her shirt didn't fly off.

Yale: Bad thing?

Stone: Undecided.

Bryan: Regardless, Tessa may be making a mistake by not going for a cover here.

True to James Bryan's word, Tessa stands and acknowledges the crowd. The live audience erupts in cheers in response. Tessa turns back to Vivica, who is slowly rising to her feet. Tessa grabs her as Vivica reaches her feet, and slings Valentine across the ring. This time Vivica is prepared, and accelerates the moment she hits the ropes. Vivica swings her arm out for a clothesline, but Tessa barely reacts in time to duck. Vivica continues her sprint, bouncing off the opposite ropes. As she turns she catches Tessa doing the exact same thing.

Stone: Please be a double KO.

Tessa leaps into the air, catching Vivica by surprise with a cross body. Vivica hits the mat with Tessa's bodyweight landing on top of her. Tessa hooks the leg!

...1!

...2!

...KICKOUT!

Bryan: Tessa almost gets the three count.

Stone: Horseshoes, hand grenades... Nope, don't see them. Doesn't count then, does it?

Tessa hangs her head for only a second, then rises to her feet. A quick glance at her opponent and Tessa decides to exit to the apron. Vivica rises to one knee and tries to shake the cobwebs loose. Tessa watches intently and waits for her opportunity. The exact moment that Vivica begins rising to her feet Tessa leaps to attack. Both of her feet land on the top rope and Tessa uses the added bounce to launch herself halfway across the ring. Vivica only has a moment to register what is happening as Tessa's legs wrap around her head. A moment is all the Vivica needs as she drives Tessa back first to the mat with a thunderous powerbomb.

Stone: POWERBOMB!

Yale: Did you see the way Tessa bounced after that?

Bryan: A violent counter to the hurracanrana attempt, once again focusing on the back of Tessa Windsor.

Stone: Is it just me, or is angry Vivica equal sexy Vivica?

Vivica falls to a knee while Tessa lays motionless on the mat.

Bryan: This match has taken a toll on both of these competitors-

Stone: I think Vivica's mostly tired from kicking the crap out of Tessa all night.

Bryan: I'm sure you'd like to imagine so.

Vivica stares at her former from, then to the crowd. Her gaze falls back on Tessa as she slowly pulls herself to her hands and knees.

Tessa slowly brings herself to her feet while Vivica's gaze solemnly remains focused on her. Tessa reaches her feet and glares at the motionless Vivica Valentine. Unsteady feet give her away as Tessa finds herself unable to stand still. A defiant stare paints her face as she makes eye contact with her former friend. Lightning fast Vivica strikes with her feet, nearly doubling Tessa over as her shin makes audible contact with Tessa's abdomen. Vivica spins around and plants a spinning back kick into the same spot. The Fallen Phenom continues the kicking assault relentless as Tessa can do nothing more than will herself to stay standing.

Bryan: Tessa can't even defend herself now, and Vivica refuses to let up!

Yale: This isn't Global Championship Pity, it's not over until the bell rings.

Stone: Don't worry about that. It's coming any second now.

Vivica continues to chop Tessa down with her kicks. A split second decision changes the focus of her attacks and Vivica aims a kick for the thigh of Tessa. Somehow, someway, by some miraculous grace of God, Tessa reaches down with both hands and grabs Vivica's leg.

RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The audience EXPLODES as Tessa catches the kick. She drops down and twists, sending Vivica to the mat with a dragonscrew legwhip. The audience fuels her energy as Tessa manages to rise back to her feet. Vivica reaches a knee, but quickly collapses as Tessa rushes forward and drives a knee into the Fallen Phenom's face.

Bryan: Shining Wizard!

Stone: What the fu-

Yale: Whoa, did she just?

Stone: That's my move!

Bryan: Vivica is down, and the crowd loves it!

Stone: That's MY move!

Yale: Oh no...

Stone: THAT'S MY MOVE!!!!

Tessa somehow catches Markus' shouting over the crowd and glances to the announce table. She runs to the ropes, staring at Markus all the way until she springboards backwards, flipping head over heels. Tessa lands perfectly on top of Vivica with the moonsault, and hooks a leg.

Bryan: Final Vision! Final Vision from Tessa Windsor!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Bryan: That's it!

Briggs signals for the bell as Tessa rolls off of Vivica. She drags herself to her feet and Briggs raises her hand high in the air to declare Tessa the victor.

Andrews: The winner of this contest by pinfall... TESSA! WIIIIINNNNDSORRR!!!

Bryan: Tessa pulls out a close win over the former World Champion tonight, continuing her recent streak of excellence since her return to GC-

Stone: SHE STOLE MY GODD*CENSORED* FINISHER!!

Markus throws down his headset in disgust before either announcer can respond. Tessa stands in the ring basking in the cheers of the crowd oblivious to Markus' entrance in the ring. Stone stares at her, shaking with anger, as Tessa slowly turns around. The foot driven into her face silences the crowds' cheers, instantly filling the arena with boos. Tessa falls to the mat motionless.

Yale: He's taking it back JB!

Bryan: She just finished a match Dave! She just survived a brutal assault by Valentine only to be greeted with another one by Markus!

Markus climbs on top of Tessa, unloading with right hands in a fit of unrestrained rage. Josh Briggs yells at him to no avail, and finally resorts to physically shoving Markus off of Tessa. Vivica comes to her feet amidst the boos and watches with no emotion save for anger at herself. Markus turns and the two make eye contact. Vivica does and says nothing, instead watching as Markus turns and exits the ring.

Yale: What a way to end this match JB! Markus and Vivica standing tall in the ring, and the harlot on the mat.

Bryan: I cannot believe that man, and Vivica didn't do anything about it! That woman has truly turned her back on everybody.

Yale: Don't worry about Tessa. If nothing else, Murray will be able to use her as a rebound. After all, once Vivica beats him for the title, he won't have anything to hold on to, will he?

Bryan: Andy Murray is a much more respectable man than that Dave. I'm sure he's just as shocked as we are from what just happened, and equally disappointed in Vivica.

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WorldWide 125 Credits

Introduction by Ben
To All Those Who Once Loved Me by Billy
Enter the PAZUZU...Zoo by Ryan
PAZUZU vs. Bishop Steele by Joe
Just Business? by Hyde
The Coming Storm by Joe and leah
Glitter Mediation by Sammie, Leah, and Gerald
Intimated Temptations by Donny and Leah
Kryptonite Filled Underwear by Leah, Ross and Rob
Bryan Mayhem vs. Lori Equinox by Donny
Yes! Another Catfight! by Sammie, Billy, Geraldjo
The Biggest Announcement You Will Ever Hear by Billy
Just Wrestlers by Hyde
Deflated by Andy & Sammie (Sandy? Andie? Something like that)
Who's Crazy? by Bryan
Jason O'Neil vs. Jorge Samuelsson by Warren & Boom
Just Talking? by Hyde, Dan, Billy
A SurReal solution for Love's Labor's Lost by Joe
Markus Stone's Worst Nightmare by Sammie and Gerald
Axel Action vs. LeStatt Knight by Dan
If these words won't speak to you by Bindy
This isn't a knock-knock joke by The Dynamic Duo! Foxight!
Why wait for NC-17? by Boom, Donny & Warren
Sometimes "Oops" is Too Small a Word by Leah and Billy
Vivica J. Valentine vs. Tessa Windsor