SUNDAY NIGHT RAGE:

Ryan Jones (RJ): Hello and welcome to another GREAT episode of GLOBAL CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING SUNDAY NIGHT RAGE. I'm Ryan Jones!

Henry Oswald (OZ): I'm Henry "Hopeless" Oswald.

Outlaw (OW): And I'm Outlaw. The stockholders and Mike Hayes have informed us that they have been scrambling to make this Sunday Rage AMAZING. It should be something special.

RJ: Speaking of stockholders ...

The camera shows a big door open, and two men dressed in suits and ties, obviously big stockholders, talking excitedly, like children, about something.

Stockholder 1 (S1): Oh this is going to be GREAT for GCW.

Stockholder 2 (S2): And great for ticket prices. The stock prices will go up! Not that I intend on selling them.

S1: Of course not. With the return of Turrican and Rock everything has been going up. Let alone Raziel and He Hate Me!

S2: And tonight will be the final piece of the puzzle.

The Man Referred to as Sir walks behind them both.

RS: But it's only the beginning piece of the puzzle.

The man smirks and walks by.

S1: That guy REALLY freaks me out.

S2: A-men.

The scene fades back to the commentators.

OW: That was certainly interesting. But what are they talking about?

RJ: It doesn't matter. What are our matches tonight?

OZ: First we've got Raziel against Otaku.

OW: Then Pendleton against Alkaline.

RJ: And after that, SSR fights Kerr.

OZ: Majors squares up against Scott Evans in our fourth match.

OW: He Hate Me goes up against Veritas for the Television Championship.

RJ: Alex Knight and Walter Joseph Kovacs fight for the first time. The match will carry over to sometime later, when the loser has to defend the title of the opponent's choosing against the winner!

OZ: And after that The People's Champion, The Rock, fights Biocide.

OW: Let's get things started!

"White Reflection" by Two Mix hits the speakers and the crowd cheers their "superhero" The Otaku, as he walks down the ramp.

OW: Otaku has shown his consistancy over the past few months.

OZ: Yet he has yet to show his ambition. We'll see how far he makes it in the Television Division soon enough.

RJ: But tonight he fights Raziel, a lethal competitor in the ring.

"Angel of Death" blares across the arena, and it's about 60/40 cheers to boos as Raziel walks down the ramp. He smirks and gets into the ring for his return match.

OW: Raziel has shown his potential.

OZ: But can he do it tonight?

RJ: We'll certainly see.

Rage Match #1:
Raziel	versus	The Otaku
The bell sounds as the two competitors immediately lockup. Otaku goes down as he is overpowered by the aggressor in Raziel. Raziel falls over top of his opponent and begins to pound him with a series of punches. Otaku quickly reverses and delivers vicious chops to the throat of Raziel. He then picks his head of the mat and while Raziel is still sitting, delivers a dropkick right to the face of Raziel. Otaku quickly goes for the easy win. 1.?kickout by Raziel. Otaku picks up his opponent and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a dropkick but Raziel grabs the ropes and avoids contact. He brags the legs of the fallen Otaku and delivers a wicked punch to the ?groin.? Otaku rolls over as the defender of justice is in pain. Raziel takes advantage of the opportunity and begins to stomp on the back of his opponent. He lets off and turns to the crowd as boos and cheers fill the arena. He nods his head as he picks up Otaku. Otaku quickly roll him up in a small package. 1...2...Raziel with the kickout. Raziel begins to once again stomp on Otaku as he is very upset with that last maneuver. He raises The Otaku up and sets him up for his finisher. Otaku gives him a vicious backdrop and goes up top. Otaku comes flying off with a cross body but is caught in midair by Raziel. Raziel, showing immense power, spins his opponent around and nails The Hell Fury Crucifix Powerbomb. He adds the forearm to the face as he makes the easy cover. 1.?2.?.3! Raziel picks up the win as he stands up and demands his hand to be raised. He looks down at his fallen opponent and smiles and he exits the ring.

OW: Well, Raziel takes this one.

OZ: On Otaku's behalf, he had a fairly good match.

RJ: He's certainly improving.

OW: Well, for the first time in what will be a long time, we have a GCW Flashback. It's a new feature for GCW, we hope you enjoy ...

The Rage-O-Vision turns on and the screen says 'GCW Flashback: One Year Ago'.

Booker T stands up and Strike goes for a clothesline Booker T ducks and nails a high kick! Strike goes down hard and struggles to his feet, Booker T tosses him against the ropes and knees him. Strike is halfway up and Booker T points to Strike. He smiles, bounces off the rope and nails the scissor kick! Booker T then becomes mesmerized with his own hand and does the spinaroonie. The crowd cheers, and Booker T thinks its for the spinaroonie, he tells the crowd to 'raise the roof' and he turns around and Strike is up! Strike kicks him in the midsection and ... PEDIGREE! Strike Three! Strike goes for the pin! One! Two! Three! Strike Wins! Strike mocks the Booker mans spinaroonie, and attempts to do it himself, but messes it up on purpose to anger the Booker Man!

OW : Strike with the big win there. He's definately a top contender for the Television Title now.

RJ : He's definately the number one contender who isn't a former TV champion.

Back to commentators.

OZ: And now a match that has been highly contested this week.

OW: It certainly has. These two have put a lot into this match in preparation.

"Boom" begins and Alkaline steps out amidst cheers. He slowly walks down the ramp, doing taunts to get the crowd pumped up. He gets into the ring and spins around.

OZ: Can this guy stand up to our Wrestling Champion?

OW: Our? The Wrestling-Title isn't sanctioned.

RJ: Yeah!

"" hits and Graham Pendleton, wearing the Wrestling Title, is accompanied by Alana. The crowd is booing Pendleton. And Alana just smiles at them and waves. The crowd is relentless in their booing.

OW: The crowd doesn't like Pendleton.

OZ: The guys a jackass. Rookie of the year my -

RJ: Pendleton for rookie of the year!

Rage Match #2:
Wrestling-Title
Graham Pendleton	versus	Alkaline
Alkaline & Pendleton lock up. Pendleton uses a fireman's carry, and rolls over onto Alkaline's chest for some mounted punches. Pendleton hammers hard with left and rights, until the referee breaks up the two. Alkaline, now on his feet, nails Pendleton in the jaw with a vicious haymaker, and grabs him by the tights for a punishing vertical suplex. Alkaline floats over for a pin: 1-kickout by Pendleton. Alkaline allows Pendleton to get to his feet, then goes charging in with a clothesline, knocking Pendleton clean off of his feet. Alkaline begins putting the boots to Pendleton, who struggles to get to the ropes, and then to stand up. Now on his feet, Pendleton is grabbed once again by Alkaline, who then irish whips him into the ropes and doles out a spine-busting... umm... spinebuster. Alkaline hooks the leg for the pin. 1-2-kickout. Pendleton grabs his neck and starts screaming. The referee goes to check and see what's wrong... and Pendleton, in the confusion, lifts his leg and kicks Alkaline in the crotch. The ref doesn't see it! Pendleton gets back on his feet, slaps on a front facelock, and delivers a DDT that would make Jake Roberts himself proud. He puts Alkaline in a camel clutch, but Alkaline wraps his arm around the bottom rope. The referee tells Pendleton to release the hold, which he does... on a late 4 count. Alkaline breaks free and tries for a three-point tackle, but Pendleton, against the ropes, ducks, covers, and holds the top rope, catapulting Alkaline out of the ring. Pendleton, in a pathetic attempt to appeal to the crowd, shows off his (nonexistant) physique, then takes a suicide dive between the second and third ropes... just in time to see Alkaline roll out of the way. Pendleton, flying headfirst into the crowd barrier, makes a disgusting gurgling noise heard by the nearest fifty or so fans. Alkaline picks him up and nonchalantly tosses him into the ring, then picks him up and delivers a faceplant. Alkaline goes for the pin. 1-2-kickout! Where is Pendleton getting this from? It doesn't particularly matter, as Alkaline tries for another pin. 1-2-kickout! Another. 1-2-kickout! Pendleton staggers to his feet and flips off Alkaline, who is even more enraged at this point. Alkaline irish whips Pendleton yet again, catching him with a nasty spear on the rebound. Alkaline picks up Pendleton and sticks his head between his legs... could it be? Alkaline is about to drop to his knees and finish the piledriver... Pendleton reverses it into a headscissors takedown! Both men are down, and the referee utilizes a 10 count. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. Both men, stumbling, are up, and go running at each other for... a double clothesline. Oh, well. Another 10 count. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. They're up again, this time by 9 and a half. Alkaline grabs Pendleton by the head and delivers a neckbreaker, then goes for the cover. 1-2-no good, another kickout. Alkaline picks up Pendleton again, this time going for a pumphandle slam. Pendleton rolls out of the ring, and comes back running with his Wrestling Title! The referee catches Pendleton and goes to give the title back to the timekeeper. While he's gone, Pendleton gets something from underneath the ring... a kendo stick! Alkaline sidesteps the kendo stick shot, then tears the stick away from Pendleton and nails him in the forehead with the foreign (really... Made in Singapore) object, and tosses it out of the ring. Pendleton, split open, lays there as Alkaline goes for the cover. 1-2-3. It's over. As the referee holds up Alkaline's hand in victory, Pendleton, incensed by yet another loss, rolls out of the ring and goes for the Wrestling Title. He goes running at Alkaline with it and smashes it across his face, shattering it and knocking Alkaline out cold. He then gives the referee the Absolute Zero, and locks the Sharpshooter in on Alkaline until more referees come and break the hold. As he's being escorted to the back, Pendleton starts screaming "THIS WAS FOR YOU, ALANA! THIS WAS FOR YOU!"

OZ: Alkaline comes out on top!

OW: It's been a long time since Alkaline has made a big impression, but tonight is his night.

RJ: Both of those men were impressive in that ring.

OZ: Of course they were. A great match. We've got SSR backstage with out Global Championship Wrestling Georgia Heavyweight Champion right now.

RJ: ALL RIGHT! ALEX KNIGHT RULES!

The cameras are backstage but they are not alone. Standing by the camera, adjusting his tie, which lies over his wrestling attire, is SSR. As he stands by the camera, he gets the signal that he is live on Rage.

SSR: Hello there GCW viewers, it is I, the peoples choice....your choice and i am at the GCW service right now. I have been granted special privileges for tonight and have been named Rage’s 'Exclusively Pro Interviewer to Champions', or for short E.P.I.C. At this very moment i am awaiting a champion...oh wait here he comes!

(Struting towards camera is Alex Knight, in his wrestling attire - wrestling tights, Alex Knight t-shirt, Martial art trainers. Over his shoulder he proudly displays the Georgia Heavyweight Championship belt. Spotting the camera he’s eyes light up and immediately makes for the TV spotlight.)

SSR: Alex Knight, the GA champion, the man on a roll...how do you feel being the first to be interviewer by E.P.I.C?

AK: What?

SSR: Don’t worry, word will get around.

AK: What?

SSR: So, how have you prepared for your match tonight?

AK: Well, two week’s holiday. That involved getting a nice tan, meeting some English tourists, of the female variety, cutting a few promos and generally relaxing.

SSR: So your confident that despite much Gym work, you can beat Kovacs tonight?

AK: Yeah, *bleep* gym work, i was on my vacation. The only time anyone should consider a serious workout is when it is necessary, taking on kovacs is not a necessary cause for concern. He may want me and you, to think he is some future big shot, the next Strike or even the next Alex Knight, but deep down he knows that i know - he is just someone who got lucky and now there luck is running out.

SSR: And you think you can add another ‘L’ to his win loss column?

AK: *bleep* that, i just wanna make sure he doesn’t get a chance to challenge me for the GA title. More importantly i want a chance of taking his and Veritas tag titles and whether that is through a less than ‘honourable’ manner then so be it. Tonight my run continues and Kovacs luck ends, see you soon Kovacs!

(Alex waves into the camera, almost as if he was waving at Kovacs who may or may not be watching. As Alex get’s ready to leave, SSR stops him, with an outstretched arm...)

SSR: Aren’t you going to wish me good luck, for my match?

AK: Course mate, i hope you beat the living *bleep* out of that little *bleep*. Make sure you get a kick in for me?!

SSR: Sure thing.

(Alex strolls off down the corridor, while the camera is back on SSR.)

SSR: There you have it folks, the first ever E.P.I.C interview. Back to the action!!

The scene fades back to the commentators ...

OW: What exactly is SSR doing with Knight?

RJ: I don't know.

OZ: They certainly don't seem like they would be too good of friends, do they?

OW: What's next, Jones?

RJ: SSR fights Kerr!

"Across the Nation" hits the speakers and the crowd cheers, although a little less enthusiastically than usual, for "Sensational" Scotty Ryan.

OW: SSR has been on a winning streak as of late, and seems to be on his way to the Television Championship!

OW: He certainly does.

RJ: We'll see how he fairs against Alex Kerr!

"Quicksand" by Finger Eleven begins and the boos begin raining down for Alex Kerr. He shrugs it off and gets into the ring, staring down "Sensational" Scotty Ryan for a long moment.

OZ: These two are waiting to tear into each other!

RJ: Kerr's return NEXT!

Rage Match #3:
SSR	versus	Alex Kerr
The two warriors stare at each other from their respective corners, the fan favorite "Sensational" Scotty Ryan, and the no so liked Alex Kerr. They circle, and grapple. The larger SSR pushes Kerr across the ring, and onto the mat. SSR follows up with a clothesline just as Kerr gets up. The People's Chioce goes for a choice elbow drop, but comes up empty, as Kerr rolls out of the way and low blows SSR! The ref didn't see it!!! Kerr whips SSR into the corner and hits a nasty dropkick to the skull of SSR. SSR staggers away from the turnbuckle. Kerr grabs the back of SSR's head and hits a neckbreaker. Kerr picks up SSR, and locks in a sleeper. But SSR starts elbowing, and yes! He breaks out of it!!! SSR whips Kerr into the ropes, and a MOUNTAIN BOMB! SSR is laying with his back on top of Kerr! The ref counts! 1! 2! NO!!! Kerr kicks out! But that Mountain Bomb took a lot out of SSR. Kerr puts on the Asphyxiation!!! He is choking SSR!!! The ref counts!!! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! Kerr isn't letting go!!! The ref calls for the bell!!! He is disqualified!!! SSR picks up a win the hard way!!! Kerr gets in the face of the ref, but he won't change his mind! SSR has recovered by now, and turns Kerr around and into the Sensationalizer!!! The crowd goes nuts as SSR raises his arm in victory!!!

OW: Good match!

OZ: Both men showed their potential there most definitely.

RJ: What have we got now?

OW: SOMETHING backstage.

The scene fades to backstage, where STD is pacing back and forth in the hallway, he is obviously guarding a door. Security walks up.

STD: What do you think your doing?

Security looks up, almost inquisitive.

STD: Get on out of here, this is a top secret zone. I'm sure Hayes told to stay out of this area. This is MY area.

Security shrugs and walks away.

STD: All right! This is the life, right here.

Kyle and Mini-Meep walk up.

Kyle: Hey, I couldn't deliver the letter to Hayes.

STD: What?

Kyle: He kept running away yelling midget.

STD: ... you IDIOT! You didn't bring Mini-Meep with you, did you?

Kyle: Oh ... well I didn't SEE him with me.

STD: OK, Mini-Meep can stay with me. Go deliver the letter.

Kyle: OK.

The scene fades back to the commentators.

RJ: I'm BEGINNING to wonder what's going on back there.

OW: Jones, you are slow. Even the slowest people started wondering when this show started.

OZ: *sigh*.

RJ: Ex kicked his ass too!

OW: Did you just say ...

OZ: ... next match!

"" begins and the crowd is half and half for Scott "The Gladiator" Evans. Evans raises his fists in the air to mild response. He gets into the ring.

OZ: I'm not too sure about this guy.

OW: Neither are the fans.

RJ: I'm still rooting for this next guy.

"Wish" hits the speakers and the boos come falling from the sky as Ross Majors makes his way down the ramp. He grins at the boos and gets into the ring.

RJ: This guy is something else.

OW: ... something else than what, Jones?

OZ: Let's get this match going on.

RJ: Good idea!

Rage Match #4:
The Bigger Evil
Ross Majors	versus	Scott "Gladiator" Evans
Both wrestlers come in the ring and stare each other down. Majors decides to break the ice as he attacks Gladiator first, hitting him with a right hook in his face. Gladiator goes down because of the impact. Major clearly has the upper hand as he waits for Gladiator to get up. Now Gladiator is up, and Majors throws him to the ropes. Gladiator comes back and… WHAM… HUGE VICIOUS Clothesline. Gladiator is down, and probably out. He tries however to come back up, but is met by a more powerful Ross Majors that suplexes him. Gladiator is out again now, and Majors taunts him. He then picks Gladiator up again for a power bomb. OUCH! Majors has this match probably won… all he needs to do is cover Gladiator. Well… Majors doesn't want to do that just yet. He goes on top rope and tries the swanton bomb… he is in mid air and… MISS! Gladiator moved and the upperhand has now gone to Gladiator. He gets up and stomps on Majors. He then waits for him to get up and… SPEAR. Majors is down, and Gladiator tries to seize the opportunity. He goes for the cover… 1… 2…KICKOUT! The fans cheer as the match is going on great so far with tons of power moves. Gladiator now gets Majors up and REVERSE DDT. Majors is down again and Gladiator tries to seize the opportunity again. Here we go… 1 … 2 … KICKOUT. Gladiator gets angry and goes for the cover again… 1 … 2… NOPE! Again Gladiator covers 1… KICKOUT. Gladiator now is mad and goes on top rope. He jumps and connects with a drop kick from the top rope. Gladiator taunts Majors and the moment Majors is up, he delivers a suplex. WAIT Gladiator is holding on to Majors and goes for a second suplex, and a third. Now Majors is down again and another cover by Gladiator… 1… 2… ALMOST! Again Majors has kicked out. Gladiator is mad now and gets Majors on the top rope and starts to hit hi 10 times in the head. The referee counts as Majors, during the 9th punch low blows Gladiator. Oh, the excruciating pain makes Gladiator go down, but the ref didn't see anything. Majors now seizes the moment and gets Gladiator into an ankle lock. Gladiator is about to tap out, when Majors himself releases the hold. He then goes on top rope and this time connects with a drop kick. Majors then gets up and decides to finish Gladiator off. He goes for a pile driver and BOOM! Gladiator must have been knocked out of this world. Majors goes for the cover now… 1… 2… KICKOUT! Majors seems a bit mad and decides to finish Gladiator off in another way. He takes Gladiator with him and goes on top rope. From there he delivers a superplex. Gladiator is down again. Majors picks him up again and delivers a POWERBOMB! KABOOM! Ross Majors goes for the pin… 1 … 2 … ALMOST 3… NOOOO! Another kickout by Gladiator and now that gets Majors into finishing mode. He decides to end it all up by picking up Gladiator and delivering a vicious DDT. That sets up for the closer… THE EGO CRUSHER. Whoa... Gladiator is out now and Majors goes for the cover... 1 ... 2 ... 3... DING DING DING! YOU WINNER ROSS MAJORS!

OW: And Majors comes out on top!

RJ: Evans with a decent performance, but he'll need a lot more than that to get over Ross Majors.

OZ: Majors is definitely in line to get something big next week.

OW: Care to elaborate?

OZ: Not really, something's coming up on the Rage-O-Vision.

*The arena lights dim and a voice booms out over the loudspeaker.*

Boredom, neverending boredom.
Stupidity. Childishness. Ignorance.

Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, whereas
talent instantly recognizes genius.

Well I've been watchin'
While you’ve been coughin'
I’ve been drinking life
While you’ve been nauseous
So I drink to health
While you kill yourself
And I’ve got just one thing that I can offer

Go on and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
Take it out on me, Ya

I'm not a martyr, I'm not a prophet
And I wont preach to you
But here's a caution
You better understand
That I wont hold your hand
But if it helps you man
Then I wont stop it

Go on and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go on and save yourself
Take it out on me, Ya

Drown, if you want
And I'll see you at the bottom
Where you crawl
On my skin
And put the blame on me
So you don’t feel a thing

Narrator: All this talk of "the rush of your life." Heh. How's about I finally make my impact. How's about I show you what I'm truly capable of. Some may think I'm full of shit. Some think "ah, he's past his prime." Some think that I never had a prime, that I was always a nobody. We'll see. Now it's time. I hope you're happy. Now I'm focused. Forget the past five years, let the real shit start now. You've never seen anyone or anything that'll come close to what I'm about to show you, unleash. Finally, GCW, you'll see the real me. Finally GCW, what those who know of me, have always wanted FOR GCW...GCW will finally get me. You might just see how good I truly am. Fuck being conceited. Fuck being a showboat. I just know how good I am. I know what I'm capable of, and I know none of you will ever come close. Deal with the consequences, be careful for what you ask, you might just get it.

*The arena lights flicker, then come back on.*

OW: We've been told that has nothing to do with anything going on TONIGHT ... but something going on in the near future ...

OZ: Whatever that means.

RJ: Maybe we should ask Hayes!

OW: I haven't even SEEN Hayes since he took office.

OZ: I think his office is his hometown bar.

"Whatever" hits the speakers and the fans boo as Walter Joseph Kovacs makes his way down the ramp with the Shoot Wrestling and Tag Team Championships over each shoulder. He makes his way to the announce position and waves to his 'fans'.

OZ : It seems that we are being joined by Walter Kovacs, for some reason.

RJ : Glorious day!

OW : Jones, you are so-

WJK : Hello everyone in TV land. Oh, I'm sorry Outlaw, did I cut you off?

OW : Not that there's anything wrong with that.

RJ : I'm your biggest fan Mr. Kovacs!

OZ : He's your only fan.

OW : Good one, Oz.

WJK : Who? Anyway, I'm just out here to give my partner some moral completely non physical support in his match tonight. Oh, and use this opportunity to point out how much the fans are not enjoying the match and therefore, why He Hate Me should be fired.

RJ : Sounds reasonable.

"Hate Me Now" hits the speakers and the fans are mixed for He Hate Me, not knowing whether they should cheer him or boo him. He Hate Me notices WJK outside the ring, but doesn't seem to worried about it.

OW : Would wanting He Hate Me fired have anything to do with him returning from the injury you caused so quickly?

WJK : I beat him once, I can do it again. Hell, I could probably take out him and Raziel again, just like that. *snap*

OZ : So is that a challenge?

WJK : Of course not. Because He Hate Me is going to lose, AND disappoint the crowd, so that he'll get fired by Micheal Hayes. Can't give a title shot to a guy who's been fired.

OW : I bet that's what you are banking on so you don't have to face him again.

WJK : Those guys don't scare me. Now, it Outlaw were to run down the ramp next week, then I might be impressed.

"Run Away" hits the speakers and the fans are on their feet as Veritas comes down with the Television and Tag Titles. He is giving the fans high fives but his mood immediately becomes serious when he spots his partner at the commentary table.

WJK : Now sure, Veritas still has a lot to learn from a superior wrestler, such as myself, but his gymnastics seem to keep the fans happy, so I guess it isn't all bad if I win the matches and he sells the merchandise . . .

Veritas pulls the headphones off of Kovacs as he stands right over where Kovacs is sitting.

OW : This isn't going to be pretty.

OZ : You never know, they could just kiss and make up.

RJ : I WASN'T STARING!

Kovacs stands up so that he's eye to, uh, mask with Veritas and Veritas begins yelling loudly and point Kovacs to the back. Kovacs grabs his belt and turns away, making his way up the ramp. Half way up he stops, and turns and yells "You don't want my help, then don't touch the cripples leg. That's MY work!" He Hate Me takes the opportunity with Veritas distracted to nail him from behind with chair. *CRACK*! Kovacs just shakes his head as he makes his way to the back and He Hate Me tosses Veritas into the ring where the bell rings and the match officially starts.

Rage Match #5:
He Hate Me	versus	Veritas (c)
He Hate Me tries for a pin right off the bat. 1-2-kickout! It'll take more than a chairshot to put down the television champion. He Hate Me is up fast but Veritas is up not too much later and shakes most of the cobwebs out. He Hate Me whips Veritas towards the ropes but Veritas springboards off them into a cross body taking He Hate Me down. Veritas pulls He Hate Me to his feet and takes him down with a quick hip toss. The Hater gets to his feet and charges but is taken up and over with another hip toss. He goes again, and Veritas makes it three for three. He heads up to the top rope and perches as he waits for He Hate Me to get to his feet. HHM is up and Veritas goes for a missle dropkick, but HHM sidesteps and Veritas crashes into the mat. He Hate Me gives Veritas a few kicks while he's down, and pulls him to his feet by the mask. He whips him into the corner and follows fast with a clothesline into the corner. He Hate Me throws him into the opposite corner and tries to follow it up again, but this time Veritas skins the cat and He Hate Me runs right into the corner turnbuckle himself. Veritas lets himself down from the top turnbuckle and hooks He Hate Me on the way down, rolling him into a pinning predicament. 1-2-kickout! Both men are up, and Veritas is the first to go, grabbing He Hate Me by the back of the head and trying to springboard into a bulldog off the ropes, but He Hate Me doesn't let Veritas get the momentum and drops Veritas with a big back drop. He Hate Me pulls Veritas back to his feet and clotheslines him over the top rope to the floor. HHM slides out after Veritas and whips him into the ring steps, knocking the steps over. He pulls Veritas to his feet and moves him towards the announce table. He Hate Me tries to ram Veritas' head into the table but Veritas blocks, and hits an elbow to He Hate Me's gut and rams his head into the table instead. Veritas rolls into the ring to break the ref's count as He Hate Me goes towards the time keeper. Veritas rolls back out of the ring and grabs He Hate Me from behind, but He Hate Me raises his leg to low blow Veritas, which the ref doesn't spot. Veritas goes down to his knees and He Hate Me grabs one of the electrical cords and starts choking Veritas with it. The ref makes admonishments from the ring, which stops his ten count. He Hate Me drops the cords eventually, and Veritas slumps over, catching his breath. The ref restarts the ten count, as He Hate Me argues with the time keeper. After shoving the time keeper over, He Hate Me grabs the ring bell, and turns just in time to see that Veritas is back to his feet. He tries to ram the bell into Veritas head, but Veritas is able to hit a superkick, knocking the bell into He Hate Me's face. He Hate Me goes down like a ton of bricks and Veritas notices that the ref is getting very close to counting them both out. Veritas quickly rolls into the ring, and rolls back out to go get He Hate Me. He Hate Me is face down on the mat, and when Veritas pulls him up,it can be seen that He Hate Me is now bleeding. Veritas pulls He Hate Me towards the ring, but before he can lift him into the ring, He Hate Me fights back with some punches. He Hate Me lifts Veritas up and drops him face first onto the announce table. He wipes some of the blood off his face, and knees Veritas in the stomach, and has him bent over. He sets up for Da Bomb, but Veritas raises up, back body dropping He Hate Me onto the floor. Veritas looks at him, and he climbs into the ring going up to the top rope. The fans go nuts as he goes for the Shooting Star Press . . . HE HATE ME GETS THE KNEES UP!!! The fans gasp in pain as Veritas rolls off He Hate Me, clutching his ribs, and He Hate Me clutches the leg with the history of injury. The ref is at the five count as He Hate Me tries to get to his feet, but his leg buckles and he falls over. The count reaches seven as Veritas has gotten to all fours and is spitting up blood. Eight! Veritas is able to get to one knee, as He Hate Me once again gets to his feet, using the announce table, and hobbling on one leg. NINE! Veritas tries to roll into the ring to break the count but He Hate Me leaps with his one good leg and tackles Veritas to the ground. TEN! Both men have been counted out! The fans boo, and sporadic chants of "BULLSHIT!" ring out as no one is happy that the competitors were not able to find out who was the better man on this night.

OW: No one wins!

OZ: WHAT?!

RJ: NO!!!!

OW: I think Veritas had that won!

RJ: No way! He Hate Me had him slaughtered.

OZ: Backstage, now. Dumbass referees!

The scene fades backstage, where Kyle is walking with a letter in his hand.

Kyle: Hayes! Hayes!

Mike Hayes (MH): GET HIM AWAY FROM ME! SECURITY! GET THE MIDGET AWAY FROM ME!

Security walks around looking for a midget.

Security: There's no midget here, sir.

MH: Oh ...

Hayes steps out of a door, and sees Kyle.

MH: Oh, it's you. What's that you have from me?

Kyle: The five minute report from STD.

MH: Good, good ... it's LATE!

Kyle: That's because you kept running away.

MH: Well, if that ... that ...

Kyle: Mini-Meep?

MH: HIM! If he hadn't been there, I wouldn't have run away.

Kyle: Yeah, ok. I gotta go get the next 5 minute report. I'll be back in about two and half minutes. This is bad for my knees. I need better health insurance.

MH: Shut up and get me my letter.

Kyle walks off, muttering about his "pathetic" health coverage. The scene fades back to the commentators.

OZ: OK, the crowd has calmed down! Walter Joseph Kovacs against Alex Knight.

OW: It's a match with major repurcussions.

"Whatever" by Our Lady Peace (the band that GCW MADE) hits the speakers, and the crowd is half and half for Walter Joseph Kovacs. He wears his 'Shoot to Kill' t-shirt, and gets into the ring, waiting for his opponent.

OZ: Is our Shoot-Wrestling Champion ready for our Georgia Heavyweight Champion?

OW: This is a match that WILL have major repurcussions.

RJ: The winner gets a shot at the loser's title whenever they so desire.

"Shinobi versus Dragon Ninja" begins and the crowd boos EXTREMELY loudly for their GEORGIA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. Knight disregards them and prances down the ramp, quickly sliding into the ring.

OW: This match should be the first of a classic series.

RJ: Most definitely.

OZ: Let's get it on.

RJ: I WASN-

Rage Match #6:
Shot at Loser's Title
Walter Joseph Kovacs	versus	Alex Knight
The bell sounds and WJK and Alex Knight waste little time before going at it. Alex Knight strikes first with a right hand shot the face. Knight then grabs WJK, and he whips him into the ropes. Knight drops to the mat as WJK bounces off the ropes and runs in his direction. WJK hops over Knight, and his momentum carries him to the other side of the ring, and bouncing off the ropes again. Knight gets to his feet quickly, and he leap frogs over WJK. Knight then runs and bounces off the ropes as well, but WJK bends over to deliver a Back toss. But WJK telegraphs the move too early, and Knight rolls over WJK’s back. WJK turns around, but is greeted by a Spinning Heel Kick to the jaw. WJK staggers into the turnbuckle, holding his jaw. Knight goes after him, and fires off three right hands to WJK’s jaw. Knight then whips WJK into the opposite turnbuckle, immediately runs after him. Knight hops up on the second rope , and sends WJK through the air with a Monkey Flip. WJK lands on his back, and Knight runs over to make the cover. 1..2.. Only a two count, as WJK easily kicks out before three. Knight pulls WJK to his feet, and wrenches in a Standing Armbar. WJK gets to the ropes, and the official steps in to make sure Alex Knight releases the hold. Knight releases it , and WJK elbows Knight in the mouth. Knight is momentarily stunned, and WJK capitalizes on it by taking Knight down with a Rolling Fireman Carry Slam. WJK mounts Knight, and applies pressure to Knight’s right leg with a Side Mount Knee-Bar. Knight instinctively scrambles for the bottom rope, and he gets his grabs it with his right hand. WJK releases the submission hold, jumps up to his feet and delivers two soccer kicks to Knight’s ribcage. WJK the pulls Knight to his feet, and whips him into the turnbuckle. WJK then scoops Knight up, and he puts him in the Tree of Woe in the corner. WJK then slides out of the ring, grabs Knight’s head and cranks back on it. The official begins the count, and right when he gets to four, WJK releases him. The official admonishes WJK, and tells him to get back in the ring. WJK slaps Knight in the back of the head for good measure, then slips back into the ring. Knight works himself from the corner, and he falls to the mat. WJK drops his forearm across Knight’s face and begins to grind into Knight’s face. WJK pulls Knight up to his feet, and he whips him into the ropes. Knight bounces off the ropes, and WJK goes for a Clothesline. But Knight ducks underneath it and catches WJK with a Jumping Neckbreaker. Both men are down, and the official begins the mandatory ten count as the crowd counts along with him. 1..2..3..4..5..6..Knight grabs the ropes and is now on one knee. Meanwhile, WJK has already gotten to his feet, and he runs at Knight, springs off his bent knee and connects with a Shining Wizard. WJK quickly goes for the cover, 1..2.. But no, Knight kicks out just in time. WJK looks frustrated, but immediately goes for another pin, 1.. Knight kicks out at one this time. WJK stomps away at Knight’s midsection to keep him grounded, the he climbs up to the top turnbuckle. WJK balances himself, then jumps off the turnbuckle with a Somersault Leg Drop. But Knight rolls out of the way at the last second, leaving WJK on the mat holding his legs in agony. Knight slowly gets to his feet, and he pulls WJK up by his head. Knight tucks WJK’s head under his arm and he drops WJK with a Pittsburgh Plunge. But Knight doesn’t go for the cover, he pulls WJK to his feet again, and he lifts WJK up in the power bomb position and connects with a sitdown Powerbomb. Knight places his arm on WJK’s chest to make the cover, and the official begins the count,1..2..WJK gets his shoulder up at the last nanosecond. Knight argues with the official as WJK takes this opportunity to roll out of the ring. Knight sees WJK roll out of the ring, and he turns to look at the ropes on the far end of the mat. He then looks at WJK again as he gets to his feet. Knight then runs towards the ropes at the other end, bounces off of them and is headed in the direction of WJK. Knight then leaps over the top rope and lands on WJK with a Somersault Plancha. The crowd cheers at the high risk manuever, but both men are down on the ground. The official climbs out of the ring and checks on both men. They slowly get to their feet and the official gets back in the ring. Knight gets to his feet first, and he rolls WJK in the ring before sliding in. Suddenly, the crowd turns their attention to the entrance ramp and they begin to boo. Majors comes strutting down the aisle with a big grin on his face, and he makes his way over to the timekeeper’s table where the GA & the Shootfighting Title are sitting. Majors walks over and picks up both belts, and drapes them over his shoulders. The official sees Majors at ringside and warns him not to interfere. Majors tells him he doesn’t want any problems, just checking out the goods. Knight sees Majors with the GA Title on his shoulder, and he focuses on Majors. WJK takes this opportunity and he school boy’s Alex Knight. When the official goes to make the cover, WJK puts his feet up on the rope for leverage. 1..2..Majors runs over and shows the official WJK’s leg, and the official stops the count. Knight gets up, and sees the GA Title still on Majors’ shoulder and he rushes him. The official steps in and holds Knight back. Majors slides in the ring while the ref’s back is turned, and he knocks WJK out with his Shootfighting Title then slides back out the ring. Majors looks at Knight then he places both titles on the ground then walks back up the ramp. Knight looks a bit confused, but he sees WJK on the mat and he makes the cover. 1..2..3! Alex Knight picks up the win over WJK!

OW: What a match!

RJ: That was CLASSIC!

OZ: Backstage. We got to hurry this up.

A camera is in the stockholder room, where they all are drinking mainly soda, with a huge television that they are all not looking at at the moment, since it's showing them, more or less. A man calls attention to himself at the center of the table.

Stockholder (SH): "I'd just like to say that tonight is a night that GCW will always remember. HERE is the match, and may you all enjoy the main-event!"

Stockholders: "CHEERS!"

The stockholders all bang their glasses of soft drinks together and take a sip. A "G-C-W! G-C-W!" chant starts in the room, and carries out into the crowd. In the corner, the Man Referred to as Sir, and his friend stockholder both smile. RS: "And this is only the beginning ..."

RSS: "It sure is. The deal has been struck then, I assume?"

RS: "We have agreed, tonight is the first step. One of the stipulations of the deal will have been met by the end of tonight."

RSS: "Good ... we've made history, now let's watch it."

RS smiles and gets on his walkie-talkie.

RS: "Hayes, STD, are you ready?"

STD: "Let's rock and roll."

MH: "Mmmmmmbop, gimme some of that mmmmmmmmmbop."

STD: "Don't worry about him ... he's listening to Hanson remixed. He probably doesn't realize that that thing is a walkie-talkie."

RS: "He's not back to drinking is he?"

MH: "WHAT WAS THAT?! DRINKING?!"

Fade back to commentators.

OW: Are you two ready for this?

RJ: I'm not even sure the STOCKHOLDERS are ready for this. What are they up to?

"Electricity" hits the speakers and the crowd cheers extremely loudly for it's People's Champion, THE ROCK! Rock walks down the ramp, slapping hands with everyone in sight. He gets into the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle, going through his routine.

OW: HEEEEEEEEEEEERE's Rocky!

RJ: Whew ... I thought MacGrath was coming back or something.

OZ: Johnny was cool, yo.

"The Sickness" by Disturbed begins, and by the time the first note hits the speakers, the beer cans are flying. Biocide steps out from behind the curtain with that menacing grin planted on his face. The World Heavyweight Championship fits comfortably around his waist. He gets into the ring and taunts Rock.

OZ: The crowd is certainly not happy to see Biocide tonight.

OW: Neither am I.

RJ:

Rage Match #7:
Tyrant versus Hero
The Rock	versus	Biocide
Biocide and The Rock eye each other from the across the ring in the highly anticipated grudge match. The crowd is deafening with chants of "ROCKY, ROCKY, ROCKY". The bell rings and the match is underway. Biocide and Rock meet at the middle. Biocide goes for the left hand, blocked, A HARD RIGHT HAND BY THE ROCK! Biocide gets up, Rock whips him to the turnbuckle, clothesline!! The Rock is playing off the energy of the crowd! Biocide quickly regroups and slides out of the ring. The crowd is booing loudly. Rock signals for Biocide to get back in the ring. Biocide slides into the ring. They circle each other and lock up. Rock gets Biocide into a headlock. Biocide sends him to the ropes and nails a boot to the face! Biocide picks Rock up and goes for a snap suplex ... blocked! Blocked again! Rock hits one of his own! Both men get up slowly.. Biocide runs at Rock who catches him and sets up for the Rock Bottom! Biocide nails him with a forearm and gets out of it! Rock stumbles backwards. Biocide grabs him and whips him into the corner REVERSED! Rock puts Biocide on the top turnbuckle and attempt a superplex! Biocide shoves him off. Biocide goes to the top rope and nails an elbow drop from the top rope! Both men are down! Biocide goes for the cover! 1...2....ROCK gets an arm up. Biocide now getting up, and he locks Rock in a headlock. Rock is out of it. The crowd is now cheering loudly! Rock stares to regain his composure and begins to get to his feet.. TWO ELBOWS to the gut, Rock bounces of the ropes and NAILS A FLYING CLOTHSLINE! Both men are down! Rock gets to his feet first, Biocide shortly after.. Rock whops Biocide ... SPINEBUSTER! The crowd goes nuts! Rock's going for the elbow! This could be it! Biocide comes to and shoves the ref into the Rock! The ref falls to the mat as The Rock stumbles backwards. Biocide NAILS a low blow! Rock is down! Biocide goes to the outside, and grabs the title belt. He comes back into the ring, NAILS ROCK WITH THE BELT! He goes for the pin. the ref slowly comes to 1 ... 2 ... KICKOUT BY THE ROCK! Biocide is going crazy! He's yelling at the official. Rock NAILS him from behind! Rock now with control… Rock whips him to the ropes, Biocide reverses. Rock goes for a clothesline and KNOCKS INTO THE REFEREE! The ref is down! Biocide charges Rock who nails THE ROCK BOTTOM! There is no ref! The Rock goes over to the ref and tries to get him up. Biocide grabs the Rock from behind! THE SICKNESS ONTO THE TITLE BELT!! Biocide kicks the belt out of the ring and makes the cover!! 1 ... 2 ... 3! Biocide wins! The crowd boos loudly! Biocide is not done yet.. he grabs a chair from ringside, gets back into the ring.. he's waiting for Rock to get up.. NAILS ROCK WITH A CHAIRSHOT! Biocide is making a statement! The champion leaves the ring with a smile on his face!

Biocide picks up a microphone as the crowd boos. He signals to cut his music and he grins while the crowd continues their boos. After they have yelled their vocal chords out, he begins.

Biocide (BIO): "Don't you all get it? Can't you all see? I've left The Rock SHATTERED, I've left Bloodstorm SHATTERED, I've left Duke Nukem SHATTERED, Strike is SHATTERED literally. The warriors of the past cannot possibly overcome me. I am certainly the best in Global Championship Wrestling. People are saying that I'm going to be defending against the man known as the Piston Hurricane, that being Turrican."

The crowd reacts in cheers.

BIO: "Shut up! I didn't tell you you could speak. I'm the champion here, not you. I run things around here, not you. I'm what keeps GCW ticking for all you people, and I think that the CHAMPION deserves a little bit of RESPECT!"

Crowd boos.

BIO: "Go ahead. I don't care. You all are irrelevant. This message goes out to WHOEVER the hell thinks that they are man enough to challenge ME for THIS."

Biocide signals toward his World Heavyweight Championship.

BIO: "I practically beat three people that either could have or were World Heavyweight Champions in basically a handicap match in a single night! I proved that I was better than DRAGO. I proved that I was better than *dub*FAT ALBERT*undub*. I proved that I was better than BLOODSTORM. I proved that I was better than X-PAC. I proved I was better than DUKE NUKEM!"

The crowd boos as Biocide nods his head, and smiles.

BIO: "And look where STRIKE is. Look where your HERO is. He's in a HOSPITAL. He was the one man who had even the SLIMMEST chance against me, the one man that beat me when I was hot. And he's never coming back to the GCW ring. I even beat a TWO-TIME World Heavyweight Champion in THE CROW. And Crow is gone now too. I even respected HIM some, but now he's pathetic."

The crowd begins to cheer, and Biocide looks up at the top of the ramp, where STD stands.

BIO: "What? Are you offended by what I'm saying? Bow down for your WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!"

STD: "Biocide, Biocide, Biocide. You honestly think you should be champion. Sure, you might have beaten Drago, you might have beaten Bloodstorm, and you might have beaten Duke Nukem. But when push comes to shove, you NEVER beat Strike."

BIO: "Bullshit, do you want me to show you the footage? New Faith KICKED his ass."

STD: "You technically beat him, what you did was within the rules. But recently you've been making it sound like it's YOU that put Strike in that hospital. STRIKE put HIMSELF in that hospital. And your DEGRADING him isn't helping your cause."

BIO: "I don't care about what you and these damned fans think about me."

STD: "Yeah, we've figured that out."

BIO: "This is my time, STD. Now where was I? Oh yes, The Crow."

STD: "SHUT UP, BIOCIDE!"

BIO: "... this was a man who was a PATHETIC necro. My STUDENT. And I did you all a FAVOR by softening him up before Wrestlebowl for Drago to beat the hell out of. Yet you continue to boo me.

STD: "I INTRODUCE YOU TO THE VERY MAN THAT WILL END YOU!"

Biocide turns up to STD and the crowd continues booing. Nobody comes out, so Biocide continues talking.

BIO: "The teacher defeated the student, and the CURSE was ENDED in Global - ouch!"

The crowd roars as THE CROW has Biocide by his hair.

The Crow (TC): "WHAT WAS THAT, BIOCIDE? Care to elaborate?"

Biocide shakes his head.

TC: "I didn't think so!"

DESTINY DESTROYER! DESTINY DESTROYER! The crowd ROARS as The Crow lays in the boots to the downed Biocide.

STD: "He's back, folks."

OW: HOLY SH!T! HOLY SH!T!

OZ: Biocide's WORST nightmare has come true! But who will be the Number One Contender for Survivor Match? Turrican or The Crow?

RJ: Word from the back says The Crow will be IN ACTION next week ... against ROSS MAJORS!

I know the pieces fit ...