Global Championship Wrestling Presents:
HALLOWEEN HORROR V

Portland, Oregon
Matchwriters: Strike (***), Walter Joseph Kovacs (*), Raziel (*), Alex Awesome (*), Biocide (*), The Fox (*), HHH (*), Ross Majors (*), and The Otaku (*)

Ryan Jones (RJ): I am offended!

Outlaw (OW): Welcome to Halloween Horror folks! I'm Outlaw.

Mike Hayes (MH): I'm Mike Hayes.

RJ: And I'm offended.

OW: We heard you the first time.

MH: What's wrong, Jones?

RJ: The narrator called me "C*ck Knocker"!

OW: Well, I'm sure it was meant as a reference to Wrestlebowl in a way, you know, Comedian is *NAME FORBIDDEN BY MIKE MEEP MOSALL* and all. And they wanted a cool reminder of *NAME FORBIDDEN BY MIKE MEEP MOSALL*.

MH: Yeah, that's it.

RJ: Couldn't they do a better job than that?

OW: Apparently we can't say *NAME FORBIDDEN BY MIKE MEEP MOSALL* on television or something, so they had to be subtle.

MH: While you two continue off on your tangent, I'm going to tell the fans exactly what's going on here. Tonight is a night that is destined to never be forgotten. We've got nine matches folks, nine matches with major repurcussions on Global Championship Wrestling.

RJ: And rest assured, Global Championship Wrestling will never be the same again after tonight.

OW: Definitely not, since a former World Heavyweight Champion will be leaving here tonight FOR GOOD.

MH: Not only that, but a Triple-Threat World Championship match between Duke Nukem, Tantalus, and Biocide.

RJ: And don't forget the Tag-Title Action between Major Storm, Truth Rorsach, and Radically Awesome. That is if Radically Awesome are ... healthy ... enough to compete in that match up.

OW: And of course Georgia Championship action in a fatal four way, Ross Majors, Alex Knight, and The Fox challenging our Forsaken champion, Cyan Dracos.

MH: Can't forget a feud that's been going on for quite some time now, a Shoot-Wrestling Championship match between Walter Joseph Kovacs and Alex Awesome.

RJ: That will be great. But Vortex cost X-Pac his shot at the World Championship last week, and X-Pac is looking to get some Retribution. Will he get it tonight when he faces Vortex one-on-one?

OW: Three young competitors in GCW have been looking for their time to shine. Veritas, "The American Nightmare" Brian Storm, and "Sensational" Scotty Ryan will all be getting a chance at the Television Championship due to Alex Knight vacating it to go after the Georgia Heavyweight Championship.

MH: The Real Otaku will be known tonight as The One Referred to as Otaku and Graham Pendleton go one-on-one for the right to be the Original Otaku.

RJ: Then two young men in Global Championship Wrestling, The Ultimate Warrior and Alkaline will meet in the ring for advancement in the rankings.

OW: And that is our first match here tonight.

MH: Let's get started, shall we?

"The Warrior Song" hits the speakers and the crowd goes wild for The Ultimate Warrior. He flexes his muscles to the crowd, and walks down the ramp slowly but surely. He steps in between the middle rope and the top rope and awaits his opponent.

MH: This guy has SOME potential.

RJ: Ha. Any guy that the fans cheer has NO potential.

OW: Who would ever say such a thing?

"Boom" by POD hits the speakers and the crowd cheers as Alkaline walks out from behind the curtain. He raises his arms to the crowd and gets a round of applause. He slides into the ring.

RJ: There's Alkaline, he has no potential either.

MH: Are you ready to get this event on the road?

OW: Oh hell yes.

War of the Newbies:
Warriors Collide
Ultimate Warrior	versus	Alkaline
The match begins as the two circle, each looking for an opening. They grapple, and Alkaline gets the advantage early, lifting the Ultimate Warrior into a body slam. Alkaline goes for an elbow drop...NO! Warrior rolled out of the way! Warrior lays into Alkaline with rights and lefts and OUCH! takes down Alkaline with a right hook. Is this a boxing match or a wrestling match? Alkaline springs back up as the Ultimate Warrior poses for the fans, flexing his muscles. Alkaline spins him around and BIG BOOT! Warrior goes down! Alkaline picks him up and sends Warrior into the ropes. Warrior comes back and connects with a clothesline on Alkaline. Warrior goes up onto the turnbuckle and poses once again. FLYING BODY SPLASH! He hooks theleg! 1...2...no! Alkaline somehow kicks out. Warrior punches Alk some more. But NO SELL! NO SELL! NO SELL! Alkaline isn't even feeling the punches! He shakes a finger in Warrior's face! Now Alkaline goes on the offensive, hitting the Ultimate Warrior with some lefts and rights of his own! Now Alkaline Irish Whips the Warrior into the ropes! A kick to the gut by Alkaline! SHOCKWAVE! FORGET ABOUT IT! 1...2...3! Alkaline picks up a win over the Ultimate Warrior! BUT HOLD ON A SECOND THERE! A MAN BARGES DOWN THE RAMP! IT'S GLADIATOR!!! AND HE'S GOT A CHAIR! ALK DOESN'T SEE HIM!!! CRACK! ALKALINE CRUMPLES UNDER A CHAIRSHOT BY GLADIATOR!!! Warrior is just now rousing from the piledriver. What a lously time to regain your senses, eh? WHAM! GLADIATOR DENTS A CHAIR ON THE RISING WARRIOR! GALDIATOR HAS DESTROYED ALKALINE AND THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR! HE HOLDS UP THE CHAIR IN VICTORY AND OH BOY DOES THE CROWD GIVE IT TOO HIM!!! The Gladiator leaves, holding the chair up and having left a rather solid(and literal too!!!) impact on Global Championship Wrestling.

OW: Wow! A great match to start things off.

RJ: No, it wasn't.

MH: Well folks, we've got footage from both of our main event competitors talking with Mike Fuschino backstage, first will be Mosall, and later tonight, Strike.

OW: This should be interesting.

RJ: Strike will have to face the fact that he won't be leaving here tonight with his contract still intact!

MH: I wouldn't go that far ... but certainly one of them will not be allowed in GCW after tonight.

The scene fades backstage, where Mike Fuschino stands next to Mike Mosall.

Mike Fuschino (MF): Hey Mike. You know what's on the line tonight, you know that after tonight either you or Strike will no longer be welcome in Global Championship Wrestling. You know that the stakes are high, and you know that tonight one of you will be superior. You claim that tonight will be Strike Three, Strike claims that tonight will be the end of the Brotherhood Era. Tonight the Old Brotherhood may be completely banished, and only Vortex will remain. What are your thoughts on that?

Mike Meep Mosall (MMM): Well, Fusch. Tonight is definitely an important event. No doubt. Tonight will definitely be the end of an era. It will be the end of the Executioner's era. The worst era in Global Championship Wrestling HISTORY. The last of the old guard will be vanquished. My job will not be lost, that's for certain.

MF: You seem fairly confident, is there a reason?

MMM: I'm that much better than Strike is. Thank you for your time, Mike. But I've got BUSINESS to attend to ...

The scene fades back to the commentators.

MH: Strike seems to realize the risk, but Mosall doesn't.

OW: Mosall seems to be a little too confident.

RJ: No! Strike is too confident! Mosall's gonna kick his ass!

MH: We've got the match to determine the Real Otaku ... next!

Graham Pendleton's music hits and the crowd is half and half for the man who careers the "Wrestling Title" down the ramp. He shrugs his shoulders at the boos, causing more boos, as he steps in the ring.

MH: This guy is too cocky.

RJ: He's the Real Otaku!

OW: Otaku is the Real Otaku.

MH: STOP! You're making my head hurt.

"The Instinct" by Rare hits the speakers. The lights go out and The Shinigami walks out to boos from the crowd, he just smiles as the crowd boos. He raises his hand and the lights come back on. He throws off his black cloak, and prepares for the match.

OW: Here's the REAL Otaku.

RJ: That's not what Pendleton says.

MH: This should be good competition between two young GCW superstars. Let's get it started.

Television Contendership:
The REAL Otaku
The One Referred to as Otaku	versus	Graham Pendleton
The Shinigami and Graham Pendleton stand across the ring from each other, staring each other down. Pendleton makes the first move, going at Shinigami with rights and lefts, Shinigami just stands through them, and nails a big right hand on Pendleton. Pendleton stumbles back, but comes back at him with more rights, and drops Shinigami with a DDT! The crowd cheers somewhat for Pendleton. Shinigami gets up quickly though, avoiding furthur punishment from the boots of Graham Pendleton. Shinigami nails a couple of right hands into the face of Pendleton, and nails a vertical suplex. He quickly goes for the pin. One, two ... no! The crowd cheers as Pendleton kicks out. Shinigami lays in the boots and signals for his finisher, the crowd is absolutely stunned at the quickness of this match. Shinigami then hesitates, slides out of the ring, and grabs some kendo sticks! The crowd boos Shinigami, and the referee says that it is legal. Shinigami takes the kendo sticks and nails them across Pendleton's back. STUNNER ONTO THE KENDO STICKS! WHAT A MOVE! Pendleton is hurting and Shinigami with the pin! ONE, TWO, THREE!

OW: Otaku takes this one.

RJ: Urgh! I don't like that guy.

MH: But you like Pendleton?

OW: Yeah, explain that.

RJ: I didn't say I like Pendleton, I prefer Pendleton over Otaku!

MH: But who would want to be called the "Real Otaku" anyway?

OW: Good question.

RJ: I suppose we're going backstage?

MH: Indeed.

Alex Kerr walks in the arena, wearing a "loud and proud" t-shirt. The crowd boos him, and he just smirks as he hears it.

Alex Kerr (AK): It's great to be back. Television Championship, here I come.

The scene fades back to the commentators.

MH: Wow! Alex Kerr is back!

RJ: BUT MEEP FIRED HIM!

OW: The stockholders brought him back, Ryan.

MH: The stockholders are really screwing with Mosall.

RJ: I WASN'T STARING!

OW: What have we got next?

MH: The Television Championship match between SSR, Brian Storm, and Veritas.

RJ: This should be interesting.

"Across the Nation" by Union Underground begins and the crowd cheers for "Sensational" Scotty Ryan. He walks down the ramp and gets in the ring, awaiting "The American Nightmare" Brian Storm, his rival.

MH: There's no doubt that SSR wants a piece of Brian Storm.

OW: Who can blame him after all the stuff that Major Storm has done to him?

RJ: I can.

"Headful of Ghosts" blares across the arena, and the boos erupt. "The American Nightmare" steps out from behind the curtain and walks down the ramp, raising his fists to the crowd to get the boos coming down at him even more.

MH: Storm is cocky, arrogant ...

RJ: ... brillant! ...

OW: Brilliant even!

MH: Did you just agree with him?

OW: No, I corrected him.

"Run Away" by Linkin Park hits the speakers and the crowd cheers for Veritas as he sprints down the ring-ramp. He slides in the ring and raises his fists to the crowd.

OW: This young kid is exciting.

RJ: No! Storm is exciting!

MH: One of these men will be our new Television Champion.

OW: Let's get it on!

Opportunity:
Brian Storm versus SSR	versus	Veritas
SSR and Brian Storm stand nose to nose in the center of the ring. Veritas walks up to them and gets in their faces. Brian Storm turns and punches Veritas in the face as the bell sounds to start the match. Storm fires off a quick right hand to SSR’s face and SSR staggers into a corner. Veritas has recovered from Storm’s shot and runs at him full speed, jumps and connects with a Jumping Crescent Kick. Storm goes down and Veritas turns his attention to SSR. Veritas delivers three forearm shots to SSR’s face, he then goes to whip SSR into the direction of Storm who has gotten to his feet. SSR reverses the whip and sends Veritas at Storm. Veritas does a springboard off the second rope and attempts a Hurricanrana on Storm. But Storm grabs Veritas and holds him in the Powerpomb position, but instead of a Powerbomb Storm runs towards SSR. Storm tosses Veritas at SSR, and SSR catches Veritas midair and executes a modified Bridging German Suplex. The official makes the count, 1..2.. But Storm breaks it up before the three count. Storm then grabs SSR and tosses him out of the ring, leaving just himself and Veritas in ring. Storm grabs Veritas by the waist and executes a vicious Belly to Belly Release Suplex. Storm covers Veritas, 1..2.. No! Veritas kicks out just in time. SSR has climbed up on the ring apron and is about to get in the ring, but Storm runs over and punches him, sending SSR flying into the safety rails. Storm turns around and Veritas connects with a Spinning Heel Kick that sends Storm down. Veritas covers Storm quickly and the ref begins the count, 1..2.. But Storm kicks out at two. They both get to their feet and exchange shots, Storm then gains the advantage by lifting his knee into Veritas’ abdomen. Veritas doubles over and Storm grabs Veritas’ arm and lifts him up onto his back. Storm then locks in the Gory Special, Veritas grimaces in pain, but doesn’t submit. As the official checks on Veritas, SSR slides into the ring. SSR creeps up on Storm and delivers a stiff right hand to his face. Storm releases Veritas from the hold and SSR continues his attack. SSR whips Storm into the turnbuckle chest first, Storm bounces off and SSR scoops him up and drops him with a high angle Back Suplex. SSR goes for the cover, but Veritas pulls him off before the official can begin the count. SSR jumps up, turns to face Veritas, who simply shrugs his shoulders at SSR. SSR grabs Veritas and whips him into the ropes, Veritas bounces off the ropes and SSR goes for a Spinebuster. But Veritas had the move well scouted and he turns it into a Facebuster on SSR. Veritas climbs up onto the top rope and he waits for both men to get to their feet. SSR and Storm get to their feet with their backs turned to Veritas. Veritas jump off the rope and delivers a Double Super Bulldog on both men. The crowd is really getting behind Veritas now. Veritas looks at both men on the mat, then he drops down and drapes his arms over both of them. The official looks a bit confused, but he makes the cover anyway, 1..2.. No! SSR and Storm both kick out at the same time. Veritas pulls SSR to his feet and Irish Whips him into the corner turnbuckle. Veritas runs at SSR and delivers a Flying Forearm shot to SSR’s head. SSR slumps down in the corner and Veritas turns to face Storm. But Storm has gotten to his feet and was waiting for Veritas and he catches Veritas with a Superkick. The crowd lets out a loud "OOOHHH!!" as Veritas goes down, and Storm goes for the cover using the ropes as "leverage". The ref goes for the count, 1..2..the audience boos loudly as it appears Storm is going to win the title. As the official’s hand comes down for the three count, SSR runs over and drops an elbow across Storm’s head. The crowd cheers as SSR breaks up the count. SSR then grabs Storm by his head and pulls him to his feet. SSR drops Storm with a Standing Dropkick, then he signals for the Square Dance (sharpshooter) and the crowd cheers as he locks it onto Brian Storm. The official checks on Storm, who is yelling in pain as SSR finances back further trying to make Storm tap. Veritas gets to his feet behind SSR, runs at him and delivers a Bulldog that forces SSR to release the hold. Veritas hops up on the top turnbuckle and balances his self, Veritas looks down at SSR then flips through the air and connects with a 450 Splash. The ref goes for the count once again, 1..2.. Storm gets there in time to break up the count. Storm then pulls Veritas to his feet, then drops him with a devastating Sleeper Slam. But instead of going for the cover, Storm rolls Veritas out of the ring and turns his attention to the downed SSR. Storm grabs SSR and pulls him to his feet, Storm then kicks SSR in the stomach. SSR doubles over, then Storm connects with the Insomnia! The crowd begins to boo loudly as the official makes the count, 1..2..we may have a new TV champion! No! Veritas grabs Storm’s leg and pulls him out of the ring a milisecond before the three count. Veritas delivers a right hand to Storm, but the larger Storm just grabs Veritas and tosses him into the ring steps. Storm grabs Veritas and rams his head into the steps, while the official warns Storm from inside the ring. And for good measure, Storm hits Veritas with a Facebuster. Storm walks up to a random fan and snatches his drink, he then pours it onto Veritas as the crowd boos. Storm ignores the crowd and he rolls Veritas into the ring. Storm goes the cover, but SSR has recovered and has broken up the pin attempt. SSR grabs Storm and goes for an Irish Whip, but Storm reverses it and sends him in the direction of Veritas, who has gotten to his feet. Veritas catches SSR and connects with The Lights Out! But before he can make the pin Storm delivers a Low Blow just out of sight of the ref , then he plants Veritas with a Spike Piledriver! Storm climbs to the top rope, and it looks like he’s about to deliver his Broken Dreams finisher! The official is looking down at SSR and Veritas, when WJK comes running down the ramp with his Shoot Wrestling Title in hand. He hops up on the ring apron and decimates Storm with a Title assisted shot to the head. Storm falls down onto the mat with a loud THUD! WJK gets down low and he hops over the safety railing into the crowd. Veritas is getting to his feet and he sees both men down, so he climbs the top rope. He sees the closest man to him is SSR, and he hits SSR with a Huge Shooting Star Press. He hooks the leg and the official begins the count, 1..2..Storm crawls over to break up the hold…But he’s too late..3. We have a new Television Champion, Veritas! Veritas wins by pin fall!

OW: VERITAS IS OUR NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!

RJ: NOOOO!

MH: Sorry, Jones, but you can't win all the time.

OW: Sure you can ... if you're Veritas!

RJ: NOOOO!

MH: Jones, stop yelling.

OW: Yeah, it really chaps my ass.

RJ: I WASN'T STARING! What's next?

MH: Backstage we go, backstage we go.

He Hate Me walks in the door, and the crowd's murmurs can be heard. They are in obvious confusion. He Hate Me is on crutches, and he walks up the receptionist.

He Hate Me (HHM): Hey babe. Is Meep around? I'm here for some contract renegotiations.

Receptionist (R): Sure is, third door on the right.

He Hate Me hobbles over to that door and turns the door says simply '333' on it. He knocks, and the scene fades back to the commentators.

MH: What's that about?

OW: I don't know, but it looks like He Hate Me might just be renegotiating his contract with GCW.

RJ: YES!

MH: This next match has some history behind it.

OW: It sure does, it should be a good match.

RJ: Vortex vs. X-Pac. Forsaken vs. New Faith.

"The Way You Like It" hits the speakers and the boos come down for the only original Brotherhood member that is for sure going to be here after tonight ... at least maybe, Vortex.

OW: There's Vortex.

RJ: No sh!t, Sherlock.

MH: That's why he's dressed that way ... duh!

"It's Goin' Down" by the X-Ecutioners hits the speakers, and the cheers, although not extremely loud, can be heard as X-Pac runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. X-Pac is in a hurry to get things started.

MH: This match is ON!

Grudge Match:
Retribution is a Bitch
Vortex	versus	X-Pac
Vortex and X-Pac pace around the squared circle searching for a weakness they can exploit. X-Pac decides to move in first showing clothesline, to which Vortex ducks down to avoid. However, X-Pac stops short grabbing Vortex's head and slamming his knee into Vortex's forehead. Vortex sails back against the rope and X-Pac clotheslines him on the rebound. X-Pac wastes no time in the pin..1...2..thr! No! Vortex, all be it dazed, manages to get a shoulder up. X-Pac is noticable pissed and drags Vortex to his feet, but Vortex delivers a series of punches to X-Pacs stomach. X-Pac reels back and Vortex delivers a swift kick to the chest. Vortex immediately drags X-Pac to his feet and gives him a little taste of his own medicine, kneeing him in the forehead. X-Pac is just about out after that shot, but Vortex decides to keep going. He stands X-Pac up and delievers an incredible powerbomb that just decimates X-Pac. Vortex figures he'll do a little coup de grace and mounts a turnbuckle. He jumps for a double knee drop, but X-Pac rolls up and out of the way. X-Pac kicks the already wounded Vortex in the back repeatedly. The ref comes from behind to mkae X-Pac stop, but Vortex pushes X-Pac and the ref into the corner as he stands to his feet. X-Pac recovers, but the ref is layed out. X-Pac charges and connects with a knee to the chin of Vortex sending him into back into the corner. X-Pac lines up for it and starts running, but from out of the crowd the masked man from last weeks show appears. X-Pac doesn't pay any attention, but the Masked man climbs up on the ring appron with a chair in hand. X-Pac changes his focus, but its too late. X-Pac is too close and gets a chairshot right on the head. X-Pac is out flat on the ground. The masked man drags Vortex on top of X-Pac and runs over to the referee. He smacks him in the face a few times and runs back into the crowd. The Referee stands up completely out of it all. He hits the mat and begins the count. 1...2...3! Vortex has taken the win!

RJ: VORTEX WINS! VORTEX WINS! VORTEX WINS!

OW: Jones, shut up.

MH: Seriously.

RJ: Oh, you sore losers! PAY UP, OUTLAW!

OW: I DIDN'T BET!

The Rage-O-Vision powers up, and the words spread across it as the familiar voice says them ...

"...With all it seems so very clear now, destiny and all it's wonders, life and it's blunders. I've spent the last few weeks sitting alone in the darkness, sitting and thinking of how it had all came crashing down in a single split second. But it shall all change in yet another split second. All that had been is now forgotten and all that will be shall soon be remembered..."

"...Don't think I've forgotten, don't for one second think I've forgotten what you have done to me. It may have only been a short time ago, but each day that I've seen you prance around without fear carrying your little gold I've wanted to rip you apart more and more, I've wanted to slash all that you hold deer and make you suffer, make you break down and cry, make you remember just exactly what fear is. The whole place has had no fear at all for too long now, I just wont sit and live with that, I'm going to make every single wrestler, every single staff member, every single fan remember what exactly fear is..."

"...In the coming days expect it to come, but are you worthy to see it? Only those worthy of it shall see it, so my friends now is the time where you must look deep inside of yourself and ask, 'Am I worthy?' you shall soon see, because I am fourth to rise up above you and make you tremble to your knees, I am destined to destroy that which holds me back. I shall feed upon your own fear, your own greed,...lust and temptations..."

"...Each day, as you see yourself with that title that truly does not belong to you, that is an illusion of your own mind, one cast by me, and soon as the days go by you shall see that I will be the one that shall break the illusion and make you see the dark reality of this world. Because now I have waited, and I have waited, but now I have had enough, my friend I am back from the dead, back from the pits of hell to seek revenge on you, the one who put me away..."

"...Enjoy Halloween Horror my friend, enjoy it and make it everything you possibly can, because both of us know that come Rage, when you see me one more time, when you remember what you have done to me, you shall see what true evil really shall be..."

"...But the one fact, my illusions are you dreams of greed and evil, your dreams of being everything you want to be..."

"...Your low compassion for others makes me smile, if I had a heart it be glowing during that one night. But don't feel good with yourself, you may be evil just like me, but I still hate you, I still will be waiting in the shadows of your own fear when you are living your life, I'll be waiting, waiting for the time to strike down on you, and make you remember, that one faithful night just as I did..."

"...To act upon this vision and seek it out at the expense of another, when you put me away for your gold, the evil and greed you had that night, don't forget it, embrace that for I saw a reflection of myself in your eyes that one faithful night. And don't think that everyone else who witnessed that one night, don't think they didn't see it either because I smiled, I knew you had the evil in you, hell, your no better than me, your like a little me in training..."

"...Because Walter Joseph Kovacs, I am Raziel..., and together we are the angel of death..."

The Rage-O-Vision turns back to shots of the crowd listening, and the scene fades back to the commentators ...

MH: THAT was weird.

RJ: Oh no! Raziel's back!

OW: And it looks like he's coming to get some retribution!

MH: Good timing, too! Right before WJK's match!

"Whatever" hits the speakers and the crowd is 3/4 boos, 1/4 cheers for Walter Joseph Kovacs as he walks down the ramp. He shrugs off the boos and slides into the ring, waiting on his rival, Alex "The Money Maker" Awesome.

OW: Something tells me this match is going to be legendary.

RJ: Me too ... unforgettable.

MH: Here comes AWESOME!

"Dr. Online" by Zeromancer blares across the arena and the one, the only, the MAN, Alex Awesome sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring. The crowd is pumped up, and so is Alex Awesome!

OW: This match should be great.

RJ: This is the match we've been waiting for for quite some time.

MH: Here we go to never-never land!

OW: Umm ... where'd you pull that out of ...

RJ: I WASN'T STARING!

Defining an Era:
Walter Joseph Kovacs	versus	Alex Awesome
Awesome stands hesitant outside the ring as he looks in at Kovacs testing the ropes. Awesome climbs the steps and into the ring as Kovacs does not remove his eyes from him. Kovacs removes his Shoot-Wrestling Championship and throws it over the shoulder of the referee as he walks past him and into the middle of the ring. Awesome stands in front of Kovacs as a smile comes across Kovacs face. The referee describes the rules of the match before signalling for the bell to ring as both men continue to stand looking at each other. Kovacs takes a few steps back and awaits Awesome to make a move. He then signals for a test of strength with Awesome. Although taking his time he does go into the hold. Awesome reaches out and both men go into the test. Automatically, Kovacs training regime pays off as he over-powers Awesome almost instantly. Awesome struggles in the test as Kovacs twists his arms around and EXECUTES A PERFECT NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!! Kovacs follows up by holding onto the test of strength and getting Awesome in position for the Butterfly Lock. This applies great pressure to the neck of Awesome! Kovacs really pulls on his arms and stresses the neck of Awesome. Eventually, Kovacs lets the hold go and starts to stomp onto Awesome’s head. He attempts to get Awesome on his feet but he struggles to one knee. Kovacs then delivers some stiff chops to the neck before delivering a STIFF SOCCER KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD OF AWESOME!! Kovacs starts to smile as Awesome slumps against the ropes looking beaten. Kovacs drags him up onto his feet and whips him to the rope. Upon return... WHAM!!! Awesome hits the mat hard with all the impact landing on his neck and head in that spinebuster from Kovacs. Awesome attempts to roll out of the ring holding his head in pain but Kovacs will not let him rest. Kovacs continues to stomp on him before dropping a legdrop straight across the back of Awesome’s head. Kovacs gets caught up in the moment and tries to apply a full nelson. He gets a Half Nelson on but Awesome struggles which causes Kovacs to lose his balance slightly. KICK... DDT!!! Awesome pulls off a desperation move to stop Kovacs from punishing him further. Awesome crawls over and hooks the leg but the referee reminds him there is no pin falls. Awesome gets irritated at this and attempts to get on his feet. Kovacs is now also getting on his feet , both men “duke” it out throwing lefts and rights at each other. Awesome swings a little to hard and Kovacs ducks... Awesome swings through... Kovacs ducks... HIGH ANGLE BACK DROP TO AWESOME!!!! Kovacs puts him down some more and Awesome’s neck is not going to last this punishment. Kovacs starts to get an over-confident look on his face as he points towards the turnbuckle. It seems as if he is going to the air to try and wear down Awesome. Kovacs climbs to the top turnbuckle but Awesome springs up and dashes to the turnbuckle. Kovacs is caught unaware as Awesome attempts a super plex. As Awesome lifts him up... KOVACS SLIPS BEHIND HIM... DRAGON SLEEPER!!!! Awesome is trying is hardest to grab some rope but he is smack bang in the middle of the ring. Awesome starts to get tired and uses all his disposable energy to lift Kovacs over from that position into AN INVERTED PILEDRIVER!!! Awesome ONCE AGAIN with a desperation move to stall Kovacs. He has been able to try and keep Kovacs away from his most vulnerable area, which is his neck. Awesome uses the ropes to get to his feet as his neck isn’t fairing too well. He stumbles over holding his neck as he reaches down to grab Kovacs... HE WRAPS AWESOME UP IN A SMALL PACKAGE!!! DOES HE KNOW THAT THERE IS NO PINS?! WAIT A MINUTE!! KOVACS CHANGES THE PACKAGE INTO A CROSS ARMBAR!!! Kovacs is really working over Awesome’s upper body as he knows that his strongest moves come from that area. Awesome wraps his legs around the bottom rope as Kovacs holds on. Awesome is able to flip Kovacs over into a pinning predicament!!! How the hell did he do that?! The referee gets a two count as Kovacs lets the hold go and seems irritated that Awesome was able to do that. Kovacs gets up in a fit of rage and delivers some more stiff kicks to the back, chest and head of Awesome. He falls to the mat as Kovacs stands looking around the fans as he tries again for the full nelson. He goes to reach for it but Awesome blocks it... Kick!... here it comes... Awesome goes to lift him up for the TOTAL ANNILATION!!! Wait! Awesome’s neck gives way again and Kovacs uses this opportunity. Kovacs swings around Awesome and applies... A DRAGON SUPLEX!!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!! HE ROLLS OVER.... FULL NELSON CLUTCH!!!! Awesome has no way out of it!!! AWESOME HAS PASSED OUT AS A SICKENING “Click” SOUND IS HEARD!!!! KOVACS WON’T LET THE HOLD GO AS THE REFEREE HAS CALLED THIS MATCH TO AN END.... Security rush down to ringside as Kovacs lets the hold go and grabs his Championship Belt. He backs off from the security as he drops and rolls out of the ring. The security and the EMT’s rush the ring and protect Awesome as Kovacs is seen raising his belt in the air with a content look on his face as the cameras cut away from him.

OW: This does NOT look good. How come Alex Awesome is always the one getting injured?!

RJ: Well ... one comes back, and Kovacs takes one out!

MH: We've got cameras backstage picking up the action!

The scene fades backstage, where Alex Awesome is on a cart being wheeled out.

Emergency Medical Technician (EMT): We need a way to get this man across the street to the hospital. He needs immediate medical attention, and we can't wheel him across there!

Emergency Medical Technician 2 (EMT2): What about a limo?

The two EMTs call for the nearest limo driver, who happens to be Gary Coleman.

Gary Coleman (GC): Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?

EMT: We need to get across the street!

GC: Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis? I wrecked my limo!

Suddenly a wall falls over, and makes an extremely loud sound.

Mr. T (MrT): MR. T STAYED IN SCHOO', FOO! MR. T TOOK CHEMISTRY TOO, SUCKA! AND MR. T HAS GOT THE SOLUTION!

EMT: Don't you mean algeb-

MrT: STOP YO JIBBA-JABBERIN, FOO! PUT HIM IN MY NINETEEN EIGHTY-TWO GMC WIT' NO BRAKES!

The EMTs put Alex Awesome in the van, and Coleman gets in the van, they drive across the street to the hospital.

MrT: *from across the street* STOP? WHAT YO MEAN, SUCKA?

The scene fades back to the commentators.

OW: ...

RJ: HAHAHAHAHA!

MH: Don't ... laugh ... it's ... not ... funny ...

Hayes is struggling to keep from laughing himself.

OW: Well, the Georgia Championship match is next.

MH: This should be a dandy.

RJ: GO KNIGHT!

"Symbiotic" by Living Sacrifice hits the speakers and the crowd roars for the possible Georgia Heavyweight Champion and Forsaken member, The Fox! He walks down the ramp and gets into the ring waiting on his three other opponents.

RJ: This guy sucks.

OW: He's definitely been day-in and day-out since he returned.

MH: One guy GCW can definitely rely on ...

RJ: Let me finish that sentence for you ... to lose.

"Wish" begins and the crowd boos for Ross Majors as he steps from behind the curtain and begins walking down the ramp, he just smiles at the boos, and dodges the things being thrown at him. He gets onto the apron and steps in.

MH: Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere's ROSS!

RJ: Ross Majors is not Johnny MacGrath.

OW: ... oh ... are you sure?

MH: Stop it! You're making my head hurt.

RJ: You all ready said that.

MH: STOP IT! You're making my head hurt.

"Shinobi vs. Dragon Ninja" hits the speakers and the crowd boos EXTREMELY loudly for the former Television Champion, Alex Knight. He shrugs his shoulders and smiles and dodges pop cans as he walks down the ramp. He climbs the turnbuckle to get into the ring and hops off of it.

RJ: Oh yeah! Oh yeah! There's the man!

MH: What a surprise, Jones taking sides.

OW: You support him over Majors?

RJ: I don't support anyone, I am fair and impartial!

"Lynchpin" by Fear Factory blares across the arena, and the crowd cheers loudly for Cyan Dracos, the demonic trick-or-treater who doesn't need a mask to make kids piss their pants ... (just kidding Cyan, you know we love you -Strike).

OW: Here's our GEORGIA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

RJ: Who sucks.

MH: Whatever, Mr. Fair and Impartial. Let's get this match going.

OW: To never-never land?

RJ: I WASN'T ... wait, you didn't say it.

MH: What? Deja vu?

OW: The feeling -

RJ: STOOOOOOOOOOP!

Convictions Run Deep:
Alex Knight versus The Fox	versus	Ross Majors versus Cyan Dracos (c)
The bell rings as within a second all hell breaks loose, all four men charge at one another with nothing on their mind but the prize of being the last man standing and being a champion. Alex Knight and Cyan Dracos begin pummelling each other exchanging right hand after right hand as Majors runs at The Fox only to be met with a clothesline and a few kicks to the ribs while he?s down. Fox grabs Major?s leg and gives a quick kick to the back of Major?s knee. Fox stands over Majors who is lying down on the mat, he stands above Majors as Majors grabs Fox?s leg and pulls him down. On the other side of the ring Knight and Dracos are still beating the life out of each other as Dracos blocks one of Knight?s punches and Irish whips him into the corner. Quickly he rushes up and begins the ten punches as the crowd is already nuts, along the second or third punch though Knight quickly counters this by slamming Dracos hard onto the mat. Knight quickly shakes his head a few times and walks over to Fox and Majors who are now doing everything they possibly can to hurt one another. Knight grabs Fox and hits him with a ddt as Alex Knight and Majors start stomping down on Fox together. Across the ring Dracos is now on his feet and quickly runs over to Majors and Knight. Dracos grabs Majors and hits him with a ventricle suplex. Noticing this Alex Knight quickly kicks Dracos in the gut as he stood up after the suplex, Knight gave one fast jab to Dracos? head and hit him with a piledriver knocking him down, he goes for the pin but Dracos is nowhere near ready to give up and kicks-out before the ref can make a first count. Fox rises up to his feet and hits Majors with a death valley driver and then turns to Dracos, both men stare at each other sharply as Alex Knight and Ross Majors are slowly clinging to the ropes while rising to their feet. Fox simply nods at Dracos and begins to go after Ross Majors as Alex Knight runs and attacks Dracos with a flying shoulder-tackle. He then picks up Dracos and throws him off the ropes, Dracos runs and ducks under Alex Knight?s clothesline, Dracos then starts laying down several hard right hands and throws Alex Knight into the corner. He then rushes to the corner and grapples with Knight, but Knight reverses with a back body drop over the top rope! Dracos is sent flying over the top rope as Alex Knight is hoping through the middle rope and getting out of the ring to go after Dracos. Across the ring Fox and Majors are again exchanging right hands as Alex Knight slides Dracos under the bottom rope and climbs in the ring. Fox picks up Majors and kicks the back of his right leg knocking him down again, Fox then drops to his knees and begins pummelling away on Majors? skull. Majors soon jams his thumb into Fox?s eye out of desperation and kicks him in the head as hard as he can causing Fox to fall back and look at the pretty star floating above him. Majors runs across the ring where Dracos has Alex Knight down on the ground and is stomping down on him. Majors then grabs Dracos and hits him with a hard right hand to the jaw. Majors takes a few steps behind Dracos and hits him with a running bulldog. Majors then looks around to see Fox and Knight now almost at their feet. Majors runs at Fox who?s holding on to the top rope. Fox then kicks Majors gut and hits a quick punch to the skull as the fans are now cheering for The Fox. Fox picks up Majors and whips him to the corner, he sets Majors up on the top rope and climbs up. Fox hits Majors with a frankensteiner!!! The crowd si going nuts for The Fox as he gets to his feet. Fox picks up Majors and hits him with FOXDIE! FOX HIT MAJORS WITH THE FOXDIE!!! Fox goes for the pin...1.....2..........3!!!!! Ross Majors Has Been Eliminated!!! FOX!, FOX!, FOX!, FOX!, all that could be heard from the crowd. Now, Fox, Dracos, Knight all three men stare each other down at opposite ends of the ring , no one moving an inch, but the level of concentration between the three men could be felt by every single person in the arena. Fox and Dracos looks at each other and then both look at Alex Knight, Knight takes a few steps back to the ropes as Dracos and Fox charge together at Knight who also runs to the center of the ring. Knight slides under both men and quickly jumps to his feet while Dracos and Fox turn around. Knight runs up and gives a few rights to Dracos, he then turns to fox and does the same. He turns to Dracos and is met by a belly-to-belly suplex. Dracos turns to Fox who is standing right by his side, Dracos unsure whether or not to trust Fox takes a few steps closer to Alex Knight while still locking eyes with Fox. Dracos, who is now standing above Alex Knight is confident that Fox would strike while his back was turned charges at Fox and grapples with him. Dracos uses his weight as an advantage and hits Fox with a spike piledriver. Dracos picks up Fox and Irish whips him to the corner. Dracos then walks over to Fox and grabs him by the shirt pulling him up. Dracos holds on tightly to Fox and throws him through the middle ropes onto the outer-ring area. Dracos turns around to see Alex Knight standing on his feet. Both men run at each other and begin exchanging blows to the head of one another. Meanwhile outside the ring Fox is quickly rising to his feet as the ref is checking to make sure he?s ok. Inside the ring Alex Knight quickly Irish whips Dracos to the ropes and hits him with knee to the gut as Dracos is wobbling but still standing. Alex Knight runs off the ropes hoping to hit Dracos hard but wait, Fox grabs Knight?s leg and pulls him to the ground. Fox then stands on the apron and flies over the top rope hitting Knight with a senton bomb. Fox goes for the pin on Alex Knight... 1.. 2... No...Alex Knight uses his strength and manages to get his foot on the ropes and he?s still in this. Fox goes for the pin again, 1...2...*kick out* Fox is angry but doesn?t lose his concentration. He picks up Alex Knight and hits him with a quick punch to the head as both men get knocked down as Dracos flies and hits both men with a double clothesline. Dracos rushes to his feet and picks up Fox. Dracos grabs Fox and hits him with pump-handle suplex. Dracos Irish whips Fox to the corner across the ring. Dracos charges at Fox but is intercepted by Alex Knight as he runs at Dracos and hits him with a shoulder-tackle! All three men are down all over the ring as the scene is looking much like a massive auto-wreckage. The ref is looking at all three men, each beat up horribly and begins the traditional ten count... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... *Fox is the first to his feet, slowly followed by Alex Knight and Cyan Dracos* All three men are now staggering to their feet and take a few seconds to get rid of the dizziness. Fox looks at Dracos who looks at Knight, who looks at Fox and so on. Each man knows well that there can be only one winner and wont quit until they are that man. Fox charges at Dracos and hits him with a flying cross-body knocking both men down as Alex Knight uses that few short seconds to capitalize by running over and stomping on Fox and Dracos. Fox quickly rolls out of the ring and falls down on the mat as Alex Knight picks up Dracos. Dracos breaks free of Alex Knight and begins laying in right hands as soon both men are pounding what little life is left in both men. Dracos grabs Alex Knight and throws him to the ropes, he then hits Alex Knight with a power slam and goes for the pin... 1... 2... *kick out* Dracos is furious that Alex Knight could possibly kick out and begins to stomp the life out of him. Dracos soon picks up Alex Knight and hits him with a crucifix piledriver. He again goes for the pin.... 1... 2... 2½... *kick out* Dracos can?t believe it! The referee can?t believe it! The fans can?t believe it! Dracos picks up Alex Knight but Knight hits him with a low blow while the referee wasn?t looking, Alex Knight reached deep into himself and gathered the energy to go for the Divine Intervention and he hits it! THE DIVINE INTERVENTION! THE DIVINE INTERVENTION! Dracos is down, Knight is down. Alex Knight is slowly crawling over to Dracos who?s out cold in the middle of the ring, Alex slowly stretches his arm over Cyan Dracos and the referee begins to count... 1... 2... .... 3!!! Cyan Dracos Has Been Eliminated!!! Alex Knight is laying down in the middle of the ring slowly crawling to his feet. He turns to the corner only to find The Fox standing on the top rope, Alex Knight had forgotten about The Fox. Fox jumps off the top rope and soars threw the air hitting Alex Knight with a missel dropkick! FOX HIT KNIGHT WITH A MISSEL DROPKICK!!! Fox quickly went for the cover-up... 1... 2... *kick out* Alex Knight isn?t going to give up just yet! Fox goes to pick up Alex Knight and Knight throws away Fox?s arms and kicks him in the gut several times before giving a kick to Fox?s head knocking him back to the ropes leaving Fox hanging on the ropes. Alex Knight charged at the ropes and hits a killer clothesline sending both men over the top ropes. Both men quickly rise up to their feet and begin exchanging blows. Alex Knight then goes to Irish whip Fox into the steel steps but Fox reverses it sending Alex Knight into the steel steps!!! Fox runs over and grabs Alex Knight, he slides him under the bottom rope and climb up to the top rope. Alex Knight then rolls to the middle of the ring and gets to his feet, he turns to see Fox standing on the top rope. Within a split-second Fox jumps off the top and goes for a flying cross-body but wait Alex Knight counters with a standing dropkick knocking Fox to the ground. Alex Knight then picks up Fox and kicks him in the gut. He then signals for the Divine Intervention and hits it! ALEX KNIGHT WITH THE DIVINE INTERVENTION! Knight then quickly goes for the pin... 1.... 2.... .... .... 3!!!

RJ: NEW GEORGIA CHAMPION! NEW GEORGIA CHAMPION!

OW: Alex Knight pulls this one off.

MH: News from backstage, Mosall has rewarded Knight with a week's vacation.

RJ: He won't be appearing on the next Rage? Awww.

OW: We're all heart-broken.

MH: We've got the Tag-Title match next.

"Whatever" mix with "Run Away" hits the speakers and the crowd is half and half for the Tag-Team of Veritas and Walter Joseph Kovacs, each wrestler carrying some gold of his own. They slide in the ring and wait for their opponents.

OW: There's the young team of Veritas and Walter Joseph Kovacs.

RJ: I'm not too sure who I'm rooting for here, I don't like Veritas, but Kovacs is ok. I guess Major Storm.

MH: Just like last week, what a surprise.

"Wish" hits the speakers and the crowd boos for Ross Majors and "The American Nightmare" Brian Storm as they walk down the ramp. They circle the ring and slide in. They turn to the entrance ramp, sliding out of the ring.

OW: These guys are a team that have yet to completely have proven themselves in the Tag-Team Division.

MH: They have the chance to do just that tonight.

RJ: I feel it, they're going to do it!

"Unforgiven II" by Metallica hits the speakers and the crowd goes absolutely APESHIT for the former GCW World Heavyweight Champion and current GCW Tag-Team Champion. He carries both World Tag-Team Championships proudly, one over each shoulder, and it makes you recall the time in March when he held both Tag-Titles and the Georgia Championship simultaneously, in a very similar situation. Strike gets a microphone, and begins to speak.

Strike (ST): I hate to come out here to say this. I feel like I've failed you in ways I cannot possibly see. But because of unfortunate circumstances earlier tonight, I no longer have a World Tag-Team partner. Due to the fact that I couldn't live with myself if I chose another partner to tag with, and that I'd get slaughtered in a four-on-one type match if I fought by myself, I have decided to forfeit the Global Championship Wrestling World Tag-Team Championships. However, Alex Awesome's current predicament will not stop me from fighting Mike Mosall tonight inside the Enclosed Lion's Den Last Man Standing match. I'd just like to thank you on behalf of Alex Awesome and myself for the great career you've given us both. Alex Awesome is not in good shape at all, and I hope your prayers are with him. Thank you, thank you all.

OW: That was extremely honorable.

RJ: He's pussy-footing out of the match!

MH: Jones, I never thought I'd hear you say that word ... WHAT THE HELL?!

New Champs:
Truth Rorsach (Veritas and Walter Joseph Kovacs)	versus	Major Storm (Ross Majors and Brian Storm)
Strike waves to the capacity crowd as he makes his way towards the ropes and is about the exit the ring but wait! Kovacs grabs Strike's arm and wrenches it behind his back into a hammerlock, and hooks the other arm around Strike's waist, lifting him up and over and dropping him onto the same shoulder he was focusing on last week. Before anyone can react Kovacs has Strike's arm extended in an arm bar and is trying to dislocate the shoulder. The ref tries to pull Kovacs off, but he refuses to let go. HWAC security are on the scene quickly, coming down the ramp, and Kovacs lets go, letting them tend to Strike who goes back up the ramp, rubbing his shoulder as HWAC escort him to the locker room. The ref admonishes Kovacs but Walter just gets out of the ring. HWAC security block the bottom of the ramp. Veritas and Brian Storm get into the ring, and the bell rings as the match now officially starts. Storm and Veritas lock up to start and the larger Storm is able to take advantage, hooking Veritas into a front headlock, and setting up for a suplex. Veritas blocks the first attempt, but a knee to the midsection by the Nightmare makes sure it works the second time, snapping Veritas to the mat with a quick suplex. He goes for an early cover, but Veritas kicks out before the ref even hits the mat. Storm tries to go for another lock up, but Veritas takes his knees out from under him. Grabbing one of his legs he pulls Storm over to his team's corner and tags in Kovacs. Kovacs grabs the leg and drops an elbow onto the knee, and then uses his leg to hook the knee, applying pressure on it. Letting go, he places the leg onto the ropes and slides out of the ring, hooking the knee over the rope and pulling down on the leg on the outside. Kovacs lets go before the ref finishes his five count, and he gets back in the ring. Kovacs grabs the leg again and tries to roll Storm over into a single leg crab, but Storm is able to reverse it, rolling Kovacs up in a small package. 1-kickout. Kovacs dusts himself off as Storm gets to his feet. Kovacs tries to whip Storm, but the American Nightmare reverses it, sending Kovacs into the ropes instead. Brian catches Walt coming off the ropes and tosses him with an overhead belly to belly release suplex, but the knee goes out on Storm, and he goes down to the mat as well. Both men get up, but Storm is the first to his feet. He goes for superkick, but Kovacs catches the leg and tries to take Storm down with a Dragon Screw but Brian Storm clocks Kovacs in the back of the head with an enziguri. Kovacs goes down like a ton of bricks, and Storm is able to get the tag to Majors. Ross is in and he stomps away on Kovacs in the corner. Majors pulls Kovacs up and Storm chokes Kovacs out, prompting Veritas to try to get into the ring, which the ref of course prevents from happening. Majors gets a few more licks in on Kovacs as Storm holds him with the ref's back turned. Majors pulls Kovacs closer to the middle of the ring, and lifts him up for a suplex stalling at the top, but Kovacs slips out and lands behind Majors. Kovacs immediately goes for an abdominal stretch, going after the ribs that Veritas injured two weeks ago. Majors screams in pain, but is able to elbow his way out of the hold. Kovacs tries to go for the move again, but this time Majors is able to catch Kovacs this time, and lifts him up on the ground, putting him in the corner for the tree of woe. He runs to the opposite corner and baseball slides right into Kovacs face. Majors pulls Kovacs to his feet, and tags in Storm, who goes up top. Flipping Neckbreaker off the top rope onto Kovacs! He goes for the cover! 1-2-Veritas makes the save and once again, the ref forces him out of the ring. Majors claps his hands as Storm drags Kovacs back to their corner, and Majors gets in the ring. Majors grabs Kovacs and tries to go for a german suplex, but Kovacs is able to get out and try to go for one of his own, but Majors reaches back. SNAP MARE! DROP KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Kovacs must be reeling after the number of times he's been hit in the head so far. The fans are getting antsy as Veritas is still itching for a tag. The American Nightmare calls Ross Majors to the corner, signalling for the Insomnia to put Kovacs away. Majors pulls Kovacs to his corner by the hair and tags in Storm. Storm gets Kovacs hooked up in the frontface lock, setting up for the huge DDT. NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Kovacs with the desperation reversal suplexes Storm out of his boots with a huge Northern Lights Release Suplex. Kovacs is tired though and can't capitalize. The fans start stomping as the ref makes the ten count and both men try to get to their corners. Tag by Storm. Majors is in and he goes to grab the leg of Kovacs but he can't get him in time. TAG TO VERITAS! Majors charges but SPINNING HEEL KICK sends him to the mat. Storm charges in but he's taken down by a drop kick from Veritas. Majors goes after Veritas again but gets hit with a standing side kick to the midsection followed by a standing crescent kick to take Majors down. The crowd are going crazy as he makes the cover. 1-2-Majors kicks out! Veritas is up and ready as he waits for Majors to get to his feet. Veritas goes of the ropes and looks to be going for flying forearm. NO! SPINEBUSTER! Majors hooks the leg. 1-2-kickout by Veritas. Both men are up again fast. Majors goes for a kick and Veritas catches the leg, trying for a Dragon Screw take down. Majors goes for an enziguri but Veritas ducks the kick! With Majors on the ground Veritas stomps on the back and and turns to springboard off the ropes for an Asai Moonsault onto Majors' back. Veritas rolls Ross over and blood can be seen on the mat where Majors was facing down. He hooks the leg. 1-2-Storm pulls Veritas off, but Kovacs is in and going after Storm. The two tumble over the top rope as Majors and Veritas continue in the ring. Majors wipes some of the blood from his lips as Veritas points to the corner for the Shooting Star Press. He gets outside the ring but before he can go up top Majors comes out of nowhere. SPRINGBOARD INTO THE MISSLE DROPKICK sending Veritas to the groun on the outside. Majors collapses on the inside, and the ref goes to check on any possible internal injuries. Outside the ring Storm sees Veritas and stops him from getting back into the ring. Storm whips Veritas into the steel steps hard, sending them of their moorings. Storm sets the steps back up and motions for a Tiger Driver onto the steps! He double underhooks Veritas but Kovacs takes Storm down from behind with a tackle. Kovacs locks in a single leg crab on Storm on the outside as Veritas gets back in the ring with Majors. He charges at Majors, but Ross is ready. TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER! Veritas holds his back in pain on the mat as Majors goes for the cover again. 1-2-kickout by Veritas! Majors pull him up by the hair, and hooks in the half nelson, looking for the Ego Crusher. Veritas hooks the leg around Majors leg though and RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP reverses it, breaking the half nelson. Veritas gets back up, and he's going for the Shooting Star Press again, but Storm climbs into the ring were Veritas is pearched. He grabs the head and pulls him off the top rope. END OF THINGS FOOLISH!!! He goes for the cover! 1-2-TH-Kovacs breaks up the count! Storm is up, and he seems VERY displeased and turns to Kovacs. Kovacs grabs the legs and flips them out from under Storm and turns him into an elevated crab. Storm seems ready to tap but it's Majors. He grabs Kovacs by the head and gets in a half nelson. EGO CRUSHER!!! He goes for the cover but it's Veritas splasshing onto Majors to break up the count. Majors rolls off of Kovacs, still clutching his ribs and Veritas goes to the top. SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO MAJORS! He goes for the cover. 1-2-3! Veritas has done it! Kovacs and Veritas win the Tag Team TitleS!

OW: New tag-team champions! Walter Joseph Kovacs and Veritas.

RJ: Of COURSE there were new tag-team champions, the titles were vacant.

MH: ARGH! I HATE IT when you say that.

RJ: Of COURSE there were new tag-team champions, the titles were vacant.

OW: Veritas and Kovacs pull it off.

MH: Strike is backstage, getting ready for his match.

RJ: Darn it, we have to see that son of a bitch AGAIN tonight.

Strike is shown in his locker room, a knock on the door is heard, and Strike rises.

STRIKE (ST): Come in.

Strike holds a baseball bat in his hand, and figures out it's just the trainer. He puts the bat down.

ST: What's your business?

Trainer (T): I need to check out your arm.

Strike narrows his eyes, and just shrugs holding out the arm that Kovacs was pulling on earlier.

T: Holy sh!t, Strike. You can't wrestle with your arm like that. He almost snapped your arm off your shoulder!

ST: Doc ... I'm fighting, no matter what. This is a match I can't afford to miss. You may leave.

The doctor sighs and shakes his head, leaving the locker room.

OW: Well, you know what's next, men.

MH: The WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP match.

RJ: It should be brilliant! Biocide is going to RETAIN his Championship, and be great.

OW: Yeah ... in your dreams!

MH: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! House!

RJ: What?

OW: Stand back, or I shall taunt you a second time!

MH: Your mother is a hampster, and your father smelt of elderberries!

"It's Goin' Down" by the X-Ecutioners hits the speakers and the crowd goes wild for Duke Nukem as he walks down the ramp, in his special Duke Nukem attire. He's smiling as he gets into the ring.

MH: Nukem didn't even appear on LiveWire this week.

RJ: He's too cocky. He must think not appearing on LiveWire will win him title matches.

OW: THAT'S real likely.

"The Red" by Chevelle blares across the arena and the crowd is half and half for Tantalus as he walks down the ramp. He gets into the ring slowly, staring down Duke Nukem. They wait on the champion.

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

OW: Neither am I, but I think I support him in this one.

MH: Support? SUPPORT? We are FAIR and IMPARTIAL people!

"The Sickness" by Disturbed hits and the crowd boos EXTREMELY loudly for the WORLD's HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION of GLOBAL CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING, Biocide. He steps out from behind the curtain and holds his arms up to the crowd, drawing boos. He just grins and walks down the ramp, getting into the ring slowly, and removing his Championship belt and giving it to the referee.

RJ: Theeeeeeeeere's Biocide! Our WORLD'S Heavyweight Champion.

MH: This should be a good match. Good versus Evil versus Who-Knows-What.

OW: Heheh. Shall we immerse?

RJ: On the other side ...

Battle for the Ultimate Prize:
Tantalus versus Duke Nukem	versus	Biocide (c)
All three men stand in their neutral corners staring at each other with intense eyes. Nukem looks at Tantalus they nod their heads and go for Biocide. Biocide expression changes from a grimace to a sadistic smile and watches as Tantalus whips Nukem around and connects with some right hands. Biocide jumps up on the top turnbuckle and sits down watching the brawl. Nukem fights back whips Tantalus into the ropes, on Tantalus’s return he is met with a powerslam that rocks the mat. Nukem lays in some boots then picks Tantalus up and Powerbombs him back down to the mat. Tantalus gets enough strength to roll to the outside. Nukem turns around and is met with a kick to the stomach Biocide locks on The Sickness and hits it out of nowhere. Biocide kneels down and spits in Nukems unconscious face. Tantalus is trying to get back up on the apron finally he does and he looks up to see a Yakuza kick to the jaw. Tantalus falls from the apron landing his ribs on the steel barricade on the outside. Tantalus balls up in a fetal position surely in pain. Nukem is stirring in the ring and Biocide helps him to his feet. Biocide begins pummeling him with right hands until Nukem staggers into the corner. Biocide chops him in the chest leaving a nice red whelp then shoots him into the opposite corner. Biocide follows him in with a tremendous lariat, Nukem still on his feet stumbles to the middle of the ring. Biocide watches him turn back around in his direction then charges. Nukem’s eyes widen as Biocide SPEARS him, driving him into the mat. Biocide gets up and starts stomping the holy hell out of Nukem. Biocide steps over the top rope and goes to the outside where Tantalus is laying. Biocide picks him up then sends him into the ring steps. The ring steps fall apart and Biocide grabs the larger piece and drops it down on Tantalus’s back. Biocide steps back then with a soccer style kick to the ribs Tantalus screams in agony. Biocide slides back into the ring and drags Nukem to the corner. Biocide helps him up then starts laying in on Nukem with some heavy haymakers to the face. Nukem can barely stand but Biocide is relentless! Biocide lifts Nukem up on the top rope then climbs up. Biocide locks on a suplex and pulls Nukem from the top rope on his way down Biocide turns the superplex into a brainbuster from THE TOP ROPE! Nukem isn’t Moving! Biocide leans over Nukem and slaps him across the face then laughs. Biocide gets up and goes to check on Tantalus who is now crawling on the outside. Biocide hops to the outside then rolls Tantalus inside the ring. Biocide rolls back in after Tantalus. Tantalus gets to his feet and swings wildly at Biocide. Biocide ducks it then sends a knee to the midsection of Tantalus. Tantalus doubles over and Biocide hits a high knee lift to the face of Tantalus. Biocide goes for the mask and Tantalus can’t fight away from it. Biocide unties the strings in the back and lifts off the mask. The Crowd is in SHOCK TO SEE TANTALUS IS BLOODSTORM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Biocide gets that sinister grin again and picks BloodStorm up, then a kick to the gut. Biocide locks on a double underhook and lifts him up then back down with the double underhook piledriver! BIOCIDE JUST HIT THE CURE ON BLOODSTORM but Biocide isn’t going for the cover. Instead he picks him back up and hits THE SICKNESS on Bloodstorm. Biocide hooks the leg. 1………….2………………3 BIOCIDE RETAINS THE TITLE. Biocide is in the ring asking for a mic, the ring attendant hands him one then Biocide grabs Nukem and drags him over to where Bloodstorm is laying. He lays the bodies side by side then puts the mic up to his lips. Biocide: Does anyone want to criticize me now! I told you that I was walking out of here with this title still around my waist. These two didn’t have a chance in Hell! See I knew BloodStorm was Tantalus. See what he forgot was that we once was tag partners and in that short time I learned a lot about our fallen friend BloodStorm. See later on I found out he was planning something with his Brother Crow. Let this be an example to everyone that if you cross my path I will make you suffer. You can say all you want but the fact still remains I am the champ its going to stay that way. I will do whatever I want and none of you can stop me. See its time for a change this my ERA this is THE ERA OF THE SICKNESS! But wait I am not done yet! This is my message to everyone in the back. LET THE CARNAGE BEGIN! Biocide goes to the outside and gets a chair. Biocide throws it in the ring, and then rolls in after it. Biocide grabs the chair and waits till Bloodstorm gets to his feet, Biocide gives him a shot to the ribs then a sickening thud is heard as Biocide brings the chair crashing over Bloodstorms Skull. Nukem tries to get up to help but Biocide Cracks the chair over his back! AGAIN BIOCIDE CRACKS THE CHAIR OVER NUKEM’S BACK! AGAIN ANOTHER CHAIRSHOT TO NUKEM. Biocide begins laughing as Nukem Struggles to get to his feet. Finally with help of the ropes he does and when he turns around Biocide drills him right in the face with the chair! NUKEM IS BLEEDING BADLY FROM HIS HEAD! Biocide still isn’t done Bloodstorm gets a shot to the back for good measure. Biocide lays the chair down in the center of the ring then picks up BloodStorm. Bloodstorm’s knees are barely holding him up Biocide HITS THE CURE ON THE CHAIR! BLOODSTORM IS BLEEDING AND ISNT MOVING! Biocide picks up his chair as Security rushes the ring. Biocide swings at them and they back off. Biocide spits on NUKEM AND BLOODSTORM as they lay motionless on the mat in a pool of their own blood. Biocide exits the ring with the chair that did the damage and his World Title in the other. Security escorts him to the back as EMT’S RUSH TO HELP NUKEM AND BLOODSTORM.

MH: Biocide RETAINS!

OW: Well ... it was a good match.

RJ: Yeah right, they got SLAUGHTERED.

OW: That's a cool band.

RJ: Slaughter? You've got to be kidding.

MH: They're nothing compared to the Backstreet Boys.

OW: Of course not, Hayes, of course not.

RJ: Umm ... might I ask what's next?

MH: Strike's interview with Gateway.

The crowd goes apeshit as Strike appears on the titan-tron next to Harvey Gateway. Harvey smiles, and Strike is dead serious, cracking his knuckles and preparing for his match. He wears his ring attire, and seems ready to go in there and fight Mosall.

Harvey Gateway (HG): Strike, we all know that tonight is a very special night for you. One year ago you had your pay-per-view debut in Global Championship Wrestling, fighting against a man you now consider an ally, Cyan Dracos. A little over a year ago you debuted in GCW. Your anniversary should be going out and drinking beer and celebrating your veteranship. Instead, Strike, you stand here fighting for your career and right to stay in Global Championship Wrestling. You fight Mike Mosall for your contract. The loser leaves GCW. You were the one who "challenged" for this match-up, and Mosall was sort of forced to sign it. Do you think that this is a fair thing for the stockholders to do?

Strike (ST): Mr. Gateway ... Harvey ... the stockholders did what was necessary. Global Championship Wrestling began to fail, and it was because of Mosall's laziness. You see, it wasn't Mosall who helped everything over this summer, it was Masked. You see, the ratings went up because Masked Marauder came back. The ratings went up because I finally got what I deserved, a title shot. The stockholders had to get rid of a new Curse in GCW, or rather an old one returning, Mike Mosall.

HG: I see. What's your strategy for your upcoming match?

ST: I'm going to kick some ass, Harvey ... plain and simple. This will be one match that the fans will NEVER ... ever ... FORGET!

The scene fades back to the commentators.

OW: Are you ready for this?

RJ: I am. Mosall's going to kick Strike's ass!

MH: I'm not sure ANYONE could be ready for this. This should be a great match.

OW: Let's get it going.

"Unforgiven II" hits the speakers and the moment freezes, and rewinds to a year ago, different faces in the crowd cheering. It's back to the present, and Strike stands at the top of the ramp and throws back his hair. He smiles and the crowd goes INSANE! He raises his fists up to the crowd and walks down the ramp, getting into the ring. He looks up at the Lion's Den above him.

MH: This match is going to be unforgettable.

OW: Didn't we all ready say that.

RJ: There's Strike.

MH: Could the One time World, one time Television, three times Georgia, three times Tag-Team with Alex Awesome's career end tonight?

OW: It could, but the question is: will it?

"One Step Closer" by Linkin Park hits the speakers and things begin flying. Pop cans, beer cans, anything the fans can find they are throwing at Mike "Meep" Mosall. He stands there ignoring it all. He walks down the ramp slowly but surely, dodging things. And steps into the ring with Strike. The referee seperates them and signals for them to drop the Lion's Den. They do, and it's like a Horror movie, dropping from the sky at unimaginable speed ... but they stop it just before it hits the ground, and let it go down slowly. The thing was absolutely frightening, but obviously a trick by the backstage crew.

OW: Holy shit that scared me.

MH: Both men could have DIED there.

RJ: My crotch feels warm.

OW: Jones ... tell me you didn't just piss yourself.

"SuperNova Goes Pop" the HALLOWEEN HORROR theme song begins playing as the match begins ...

MAIN-EVENT: Enclosed Lion's Den Last Man Standing Career Match
THE END*
Strike	versus	Michael "Meep" Mosall
The crowd is going absolutely insane as two men stand inside the Global Championship Wrestling Halloween Horror ring. Only one man will be legally able to step into a GCW ring after Halloween Horror. Will it be the President, Mike Mosall, or will it be the former great World's Heavyweight Champion of Global Championship Wrestling, Strike? The tension could be cut with a knife as the two men meet eyes. David Belder stands outside the ring, and announces the well-known stipulations of the match. The two men's eyes only leave each other to study the evil, sadistic structure of the Lion's Den. The bell rings, and the two stare at each other for a long moment. The referee is basically unknown, but seems to be very educated about what he is doing. The crowd rumbles with energy as the two competitors move for the first time, beginning to circle around. Strike, as usual, makes the first attack in this match with a hook that Mosall blocks and comes back with his own, this time Strike blocks. Strike knees Mosall in the gut, and nails a leg-sweep takedown, and Mosall crashes down to the mat. Strike doesn't let Mosall have a breather on the ground, instead punishing him with hard boots to the abdomen and side. Mosall quickly rolls over to the ropes and uses them to stand up. Strike waits for Mosall to come at him, but he fails to do that in expected time, so therefore Strike goes at him, Mosall gets his boot up just in time and Strike turns around holding his face for a moment. MMM follows with a quick bulldog, and things look to have turned in Mosall's direction! Mosall hops up on the turnbuckle, and follows the bulldog with a big missile dropkick on the rising Strike! The crowd boos MMM, and chants for the former World's Heavyweight Champion, Strike. Mosall doesn't like this, and is a bit distracted, allowing Strike to rise to his feet. Mosall realizes that Strike's up, and goes right at him with a couple of right hands, Strike nails a right hand on Mosall, unphased by Meep's, and Mosall stumbles back, but comes right back at Strike. Strike raises his knee, and Mosall runs his abdomen into it. Strike raises his arm and, STRIKE ONE! STRIKE ONE! Strike with the powerful pumphandle DDT on MMM! Mosall is phased and down. The referee begins counting for MMM. One, two, three, four: Mosall rolls over to the ropes and begins using them to get to his feet. Mosall is up at five, and Strike comes at him with a few rights and lefts. Mosall nails Strike with a sucker punch and knocks Strike down with a breakdown! Mosall hops to the top rope again and uses a flying cross-body block to end Strike's momentum, and the big former champion goes down. Mosall takes advantage with boots and fists to Strike's abdomen. Strike quickly shoves Mosall off of him and knocks him down with a chopblock. Strike rises to his feet and lifts Mosall into the same position. The two powerful men exchange right hands in the center of the ring, absolutely LAYING into them. Strike takes the advantage quickly, punishing Mosall with brutal right hands. It isn't long before Mosall is trapped in the corner with Strike hammering him with powerful right hands and slicing him open with cutting knife-edge chops. Strike continues with the punches until Mosall finally slumps in the corner. Strike whips him hard across the ring face-first into the other turnbuckle. Mosall bounces off and ... HOLY SHIT! INVERTED HURRICANNRANNA! Strike presses his advantage with more boots and the crowd is really getting pumped up. It looks like Mosall's going to be down for a while, so Strike climbs the turnbuckle, flips his long, black hair behind his head and raises his arms, hands curled in fists, to the crowd as the referee counts. This time he only gets to four before Mosall gets to his feet. Strike turns around right into a clothesline, and Mosall raises his arms to the crowd, only to be taken down with a quick boot to the face. Strike uses this time to get to his feet, and raise Mosall to his at the same time. The brawl continues at the center of the ring with the two men fighting it out the best they can, realizing that their careers are on the line. Strike takes a couple of shots to Mosall's head and looks at the crowd and grins. It's obvious that this match is about to heat up. Strike grabs Mosall by his hair and propels him quickly over the top rope to the hard tile below. The crowd goes insane as the tough stuff of this match is about to go down. Strike slides out of the ring, and the two former World Champs begin to brawl outside the ring with quick rights and lefts. Mosall nails a quick low-blow, to the dismay of the fans. Mike Mosall smiles as he hears the boos, and grabs Strike by his hair and slams his head up against the steel wire of the lion's den. Meep smears Strike's face against this steel, and Mosall has drawn the first blood of this match up, as Strike is bleeding from the head profusely. Mosall continues the onslaught by nailing right hands to this area of Strike's head. Mosall grabs Strike and slams his shoulder, the one that Kovacs targeted earlier, into the turnbuckle posts. Strike's holler can be heard across the arena, and the boos are overwhelming. Mosall takes his time targeting the right shoulder of Strike. He tries many moves to try to get Strike to just give it up. Cracking it over the steel post, arm-bars on the floor, and so on. Mosall lifts Strike to his feet and throws him up against the steel cage once again, and lifts the steel steps up. Strike dodges a shot with them, but slips and falls down, obviously a little disoriented from all the blood leaving his body. Mosall nails Strike in the head with the stairs, and the bleeding continues. Strike kicks the stairs quickly in desperation, and Mosall begins bleeding from the head. Strike struggles to his feet. Mosall gets up slowly and comes at him with the steel steps but Strike dropkicks the steps in his face. Strike slides in the ring and the referee begins the count. The referee gets to seven before Mosall gets to his feet. And Strike has been recovering in the center of the ring. The ring is now splattered with blood in some places. Mosall follows Strike into the ring, and Strike kicks Mosall in the shin, and makes him drop the steps. Strike throws the steps outside of the ring to make sure that Mosall can't use them again. However, Strike doesn't have time to turn around to his opponent, as Meep has Strike in a sleeper hold. This is probably not a good combination for Strike to be busted open and his circulation cut off at his neck. Strike seems to be fading out of consciousness, and once Mosall is sure that he is unconscious he lets go and stands back. The crowd is booing extremely loudly, and the referee counts. It's obvious that it's over, and Mosall is smiling as he is thinking about what he's going to say to his friends after this match is over. The referee gets to nine, and STRIKE HOPS UP! Mosall's eyes almost pop out of his head. Strike is up and Mosall runs right into a hiptoss from Strike. He gets up and comes at him again, belly-to-belly overhead suplex! A Strike trademark! Strike comes with a barrage of rights and lefts on Mosall, and the crowd is loving it. Somehow Strike managed to get out a spurt of energy from this bloody mess he's in. He begins slowing down, however, dictating the pace, realizing that this match could go on for a lot longer, and he needs to be prepared for it. Mosall gets up, taking advantage of the slow pace, and recovers. Strike takes the time to recover as well. Mosall takes advantage of the bleeding former recent World Champion of GCW by nailing a couple of right hands and whipping Strike against the ropes. Strike comes back barreling at Mosall. Mosall sidesteps and Strike goes into the ropes and bounces backwards right into a swinging neckbreaker by Mike Mosall. Mosall takes the advantage once again, and tosses Strike back outside of the ring, where Mosall seems to be having the best luck. Mosall follows quickly, pursueing the now bleeding again Strike. Strike seems to be a lot slower now that he'd down on the ground again. And Mosall takes that to his advantage with more brawling on the outside. Mosall grabs the steel steps and throws them low to the ground at Strike, quickly tripping the former World's Champion. Strike goes down and Mike Mosall comes with the boots. Mosall isn't looking like he's going to relent anytime soon, as his physical, brutal self comes shining through. Mosall continues with the boots until Strike is forced to slowly get to his feet. He uses the ring apron to stay steady while Mosall uses his head as target practice for his fists. MMM raises his arms to the crowd, at an extremely bad time. Strike nails a right hand to Mosall's gut, and comes with a barrage of right hands. Strike slows down after a few moments, pressing the advantage even furthur by smearing Meep's head against the wire. The crowd cheers as Strike quickly releases this painful maneuver, and nails several more right hands, getting Mosall's blood running. Strike turns to the turnbuckle posts, looking to get some retribution. He grabs Mosall by his head and MOSALL REVERSES, SENDING STRIKE'S SHOULDER into the turnbuckle post AGAIN! Mosall is targeting that injured arm, and things are not looking good for Strike. Meep grabs the steel steps and aims them at Strike. He hurls the steps, but Strike ducks and the stairs crash into the wire. The wire bends, and Mosall smiles sadistically. He picks Strike up and drops him with a DDT. He grabs a baseball bat from under the ring and begins smashing the wire with the baseball bat, eventually opening up a gaping hole. He chops the wire away and throws it onto the ring ramp. He turns back to Strike, and picks him up, delivering blow after blow to that skull. He gradually walks him closer to the gaping hole, and tosses him through it right into the barricade. Strike holds his shoulder in pain, and Mosall climbs out of the hole. Nailing right hands and moving Strike into and area where there is more room. Since there is only about five feet between the lion's den and the barricade. Mosall moves Strike out to the area in front of the den. Mosall targets Strike's shoulder again with an armbar, tearing it out as Strike yells in pain and agony. Strike uses his force to get out of that one and flip Mosall on his back for a short while, delivering a couple of boots while nursing his injured arm. It isn't too long, though, before MMM regains control with shots to the forehead, where Strike is still bleeding. Mosall dropkicks Strike in the face, causing the bleeding to continue. Strike is down, and doesn't look to be physically capable of getting up. Mosall punishes Strike with more boots, and right hands to the head of Strike. Mosall doesn't relent, pulling Strike to his feet and nailing him into the lion's den again. He rakes Strike's face across it, and smiles. He throws Strike to the floor. And the referee begins the count and Mosall seems fairly confident. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine ... MOSALL PULLS HIM UP. It's obvious that Mosall wants to have some more fun with the former World's Heavyweight Champion. He targets the shoulder again with a quick fireman's carry into an armbar. Strike struggles out of it, not that Strike could tap out to it anyway. MMM is just targeting Strike's injured areas to gain a base of where to attack for a knockout later. He's established the head and is re-establishing the shoulder. Mosall grabs a steel chair and NAILS Strike across the head for the second time tonight. Strike goes down quickly after that, just falling and fading slowly. Mosall stands back, and the referee begins the count. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ... STRIKE GETS UP AT NINE! The crowd roars. Strike stands up in the face of Mike Mosall, and Mosall comes back at him with a rig- BLOCKED! Strike with a right! Strike with a right! Strike with another right! Strike is taking advantage with the big right hands, knocking Mosall against the lion's den. Strike drops Mosall with a ferocious piledriver on the hard tile, and raises his arms to the crowd. He stands back, and the referee counts. He gets to six before Mosall climbs to his feet. Strike goes at Mosall again with a bunch of right hands, and Mosall responds with a gauge to the eyes. The cheap tactics of Mike Mosall are not appreciated by the fans, and they say a bunch of stuff that can't be repeated to him (not even on pay-per-view) extremely loudly. A chant starts and Mosall gets extremely angry, he responds by low-blowing the fans hero, Strike. Mosall, sensing the danger of a pissed-off Strike about to recover and come at him, quickly turns and realizes that the lion's den is there. In the heat of the moment, he just decides to grab onto the wire and begin climbing. The crowd goes absolutely insane as Mike Mosall is headed for the top of the lion's den. Strike slowly begins recovering from his lower-abdominal injuries, and he notices MMM going for the top. The referee warns Strike that no counts will be made up on the top of the Lion's Den, and Strike just smirks and nods. Strike quickly uses a towel to wipe the blood off of his forehead (supplied by a HOT female fan)Strike begins climbing himself, using his good arm to pull, and his bad arm to stay steady. Mosall reaches the top just in time to see Strike about halfway. MMM prepares himself for Strike to get up there. Strike reaches the top, and Mosall begins kicking his hands, trying to get Strike to fall from the top. Strike realizes this and uses his bad arm to chopblock Mosall and take him down. Strike hops on top of the lion's den just in time. He finds a good spot on the den, the center, and brings Mosall to it. He allows Mosall to climb to his feet on his own. Meep goes for a shot on Strike, which is blocked, and Strike follows it up with a big right hand. The crowd goes insane as Strike takes the early lead in what is definitely the most crucial part of this match up. Whoever gains the momentum here could end up dictating the pace for a long time afterward, and is most likely the winner. Mosall runs right into a HUGE Strike vertical suplex. The structure shakes for a long time, and Mosall just sits there, paranoid of the fact that it could fall through. Strike doesn't seem to care too much, not taking ginger steps or anything, which gives him the advantage. He respects the Den, yet he doesn't fear it. Mosall turns and walks into a quick neckbreaker. Strike mounts him and lays in more right hands, the blood once again coming out as Strike busts open the scab with the right hands. Strike gets up and pulls Mosall to his feet. He drops him with the FASTBALL, and nods to the crowd. He lays in boots and the crowd is just cheering like mad. Strike's forehead has scabbed over, and it looks like Strike is in control. He definitely has the momentum at this point in the match. Strike lifts Mosall up, knees him in the gut and POWERBOMB! STRIKE TWO! STRIKE TWO! The den does NOT break, although it shakes like mad. Strike lays in more boots, not satisfied or dissatisfied that the den didn't break. He just continues the pressure, knowing that to secure anything he has to get down from the lion's den and back down to the floor. Suddenly Mosall trips Strike and Strike goes down! Mosall raises his arms to the crowd and lifts Strike up. He grapples with him, knees him in the gut and JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB THROUGH THE DEN! JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB THROUGH THE DEN! STRIKE IS DOWN ON THE MAT! AND MOSALL IS CELEBRATING ON THE TOP! Mosall ENJOYS the fact that he could have just CRIPPLED Strike. Mosall then looks for a way down, and his eyes light up. He stands right beside the hole and JUMPS THROUGH IT AND FLIPS BACKWARD ... MOONSAULT ONTO STRIKE FROM THE TOP OF THE DEN! THE CROWD IS CHANTING "HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!" although definitely unhappy about the fact that their hero is getting punished to an unimaginable degree. The referee begins the countage, and gets to eight before Strike ... GETS UP! The crowd goes absolutely apeshit, and Strike uses the ropes for support as Mosall goes ballistic on the referee, threatening to fire him. Strike just wipes the new blood off of his face, and keeps himself from fading into unconsciousness. Mosall decides mindgames are the way to go, beginning to taunt Strike. Strike just doesn't pay attention. Mosall grabs a microphone, and says: "I'm going to do to this SON OF A BITCH what I did to EXECUTIONER at Wrestlebowl. Watch and suffer, fans, watch Strike Three come about ... FOR GOOD!" Mosall grabs a steel chair and CRACK! He nails Strike across the head with it. Mosall pulls out the handcuffs, and walks over to Strike ... DESPERATION STUNNER! DESPERATION STUNNER! STRIKE STILL BREATHES IN THIS MATCH-UP! Both men are down, but the referee won't count, he says this match cannot end in a draw, and the crowd cheers him. Paramedics run down from the entrance ramp and stand near the gaping hole entrance, asking the referee permission to enter and asking him to end the match. They claim that both men could be killed if the match continues, the referee stares blankly at them, and orders them promptly backstage, he announces that the cage will only be raised after a last man standing victory occurs. Both Strike and Mosall are slowly getting to their feet, using the ropes for support. The crowd is going wild and chanting for Strike, and the two stare across the ring at each other for a long moment. The excitement continues as Strike stands up himself without the support of the ropes, Mosall does the same. Strike charges, Mosall gets the boot up, knocking Strike back. He climbs up on the top ropes again, and Strike turns around and DUCKS! Mosall crashes to the floor after attempting the diving clothesline. Strike lays in the boots to Mosall. Mosall kicks Strike in the shin, and jumps up, nailing a right hand on Strike, and knocking Strike back. The rights continue, with both men absolutely laying into each other. Neither men gain an advantage in this, as both are almost equally hurt at this point. Mosall, gains it quickly soonafter though, after a new spurt of energy driving him to a new level. The quick right hands knock Strike up against the ropes. Mosall shoves Strike off of them, and he bounces off the opposite right into a spinebuster. Mosall drops a couple of elbows on Strike's shoulder, targeting his injured areas once again. Strike winces in pain after every single elbow. Mosall pulls Strike to his feet, and grabs the steel chair again. He winds up and swings, Strike ducks and takes the chair out of his hands. Strike quickly nails a scoop slam onto the steel chair, and Mosall breathes hard, the referee starts the count, but even Strike knows that this won't end MMM. Mosall is a determined man, and he uses eight of his ten seconds to recover from past energies, and Strike does the same, leaning on the ropes. Mosall hops up with a ferocity. Down goes Strike with a powerful right hand from Mosall, and he doesn't stop there. His boots come down like rain on Strike for a long moment, and Strike has to resort to kicking Mosall in the shin again to be able to get to his feet. Mosall doesn't let himself lose the advantage for that, though, and he whips Strike across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. Strike bounces backwards and Mosall with a FLYING BULLDOG off of the top rope. Mosall is very unorthodox in this match-up. He picks Strike up and drops with Strike's head right above his! Chinbreaker! Strike stumbles backwards, and Mosall takes his legs out from under him and puts on the Boston Crab! Strike is in intense pain, so he grabs the ropes out of instinct. However, rope breaks only count for last man standing rules in this match, so the referee can't do anything about it. Strike, in great pain, takes Mosall's leg out from under him, and Mosall falls flat on his face. Strike scoots backward to rest on the ropes. The referee starts an unnecessary count again. Strike gets to his feet, and interrupts the count with a few boots. He picks Mosall up and delivers a German overhead release suplex. Mosall gets up on his own and runs right into a T-Bone Suplex! The crowd is roaring from this display of technical skill by Strike. Mosall gets up again and runs into a Strike clo - DUCK! Mosall ducked under the clothesline, and FULL NELSON SLAM by Mosall! Mosall is now getting into some technical stuff, and it's now a technical battleground. Strike gets up and Mosall comes at him with the CHAIR! CRACK! Strike knocks it right back into Mosall's face. The crowd roars, Strike pulls Mosall to his feet and nails a Greco-Roman throw. There is nothing stopping Strike now as he comes with the many, many boots to Mosall's gut. The keyboard version of "SuperNova" goes pop continues fairly softly as Strike turns to the crowd and raises his fists. He picks Mosall up and places him against the ropes to see two items laying on the ground, the steel chair and the handcuffs. The crowd's excitement has stopped as Strike has seen the handcuffs. He walks over to them and raises them to the crowd, some cheer, and some boo. Most are not sure exactly what Strike intends to do with these handcuffs. He slides outside the ring and the worst has come true! STRIKE HAS HANDCUFFED MOSALL TO THE ROPES! Strike slides in the ring and grabs the chair! The referee, the crowd, and Mike Mosall are all in shock. Mosall finally gets the sense to begin begging. A smirk appears on Strike's face and the unimaginable happens, the crowd starts BOOING Strike! MH: No, Strike! Don't do it! Not another Wrestlebowl! RJ: HYPOCRITE! HYPOCRITE! OW: This is not happening, tell me this isn't happening. MH: It's happening, our hero has done what many other heroes have been turned into. Strike has become the new MONSTER of GCW. RJ: What'd I tell you? WHAT'D I TELL YOU?! Get out, Mosall! ESCAPE! Strike winds up with the steel chair ... OW: NOOOOOOOO! And nails it against the turnbuckle in frustration as the crowd boos him. Strike slams the turnbuckle a few more times, extremely hard, and Mosall just stares at him as if Strike is going through spasms. Strike grabs a key from his pocket and unlocks the handcuffs. Mosall is in shock. He starts thanking Strike on his knees and Strike just shakes his head in absolute anger at himself. He looks down and LOW-BLOW BY MOSALL! LOW-BLOW BY MOSALL! MH: MOSALL! HE JUST SAVED YOUR LIFE! RJ: He just about TOOK IT, Mosall has a right to do that. OW: You are entitled to my opinion, Jones. And that ain't it. MH: Five across the eyes, biatch! The referee stands there, just staring at all of this, finally getting out of his trance, and reprimanding Mosall. Mike doesn't seem to care, he's in a trance. He smiles up to the crowd, who all boo him extremely loudly. Mosall shrugs and picks Strike up ... DIRTY MILKSHAKE! DIRTY MILKSHAKE! The crowd boos as Mosall slides out of the ring. Mosall scavages under the ring for something, and he seems to have found it. He turns to the camera and smiles as he pulls out something very shiny and clear. It's a ... HOLY SHIT! IT'S THE GLASS TABLE! Mosall is going to put Strike through the glass table! The referee stares at it in absolute shock, but he can't do anything about it. He says a few words to Mosall, and Mosall just smirks. The crowds boos are unstoppable as Mosall sets up the glass table in the center of the ring. OW: Mosall said ... he GUARANTEED that Strike would go through the glass tonight! RJ: It's about to come true! MH: I'm about to ... not ... be President! Strike is up, Strike is up! The crowd cheers, and Mosall smiles again, Strike walks toward Mosall, and Mosall goes for a back body drop through the glass, but Strike senses it ... REVERSE into a hurricannranna! Mosall goes down in front of the glass table. Strike sees the glass table, and his eyes widen in absolute shock. He takes a deep breath of relief as he realizes how close he was to going through it! Mosall gets back up, and Strike goes at him with a couple of right hands, he whips Mosall off the ropes into a clothesline, but Mosall gets back up quicker than a hiccup and spears Strike. Mosall sends Strike into the mat with right hand after right hand, busting Strike back open ... AGAIN! Strike is bleeding profusely, and the blood is all over the mat. Mosall doesn't seem to care, as his entire body is covered in Strike's blood. Mosall continues on with the onslaught, and he picks Strike up into a huge hiptoss. Strike is up, and he has a definite new expression to his face ... absolute rage. Mosall sees it and backs off, but Strike charges, right by Strike, another right by Strike, Strike is taking the advantage back from MMM. Strike with a HUGE vertical suplex. And the crowd goes insane as their hero takes things back into control, with the ultimate weapon set up in the ring. OW: Oh g*d this is dangerous. MH: I'm nervous ... sweating like a bitch. RJ: And you're not even in the match, look at STRIKE! OW: You like seeing ... nevermind. Mosall picks up the steel chair as Strike barrels toward him, and sneakily ... CRACK! Mosall nails Strike across the head with the steel chair. There's not a doubt in anyone's mind what's coming next ... CRACK! Mosall nails him again, sending Strike into the turnbuckle. He puts Strike on top of the turnbuckle. Mosall climbs on top as well ... OH NO! MOSALL'S SETTING IT UP! IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN, FOLKS! IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN! SUPERPLEX! BUT NOT JUST A SUPERPLEX ... A SUPERPLEX THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE! The crowd boos extremely loud and Mosall jumps around the ring, celebrating. The referee begins the count. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! STRIKE has LOS - ... WAIT! HIS FOOT WAS ON THE ROPES! MOSALL IS ABSOLUTELY LIVID AS THE REFEREE SEES THIS! OW: YES! YES! STRIKE GETS ANOTHER BREATH IN THIS MATCH! MH: Lord knows it's going to be the last one ... Mosall yells at the referee for a "slow count", and the referee is handed a broom. He begins sweeping the remnants of the glass table. He works quickly so no more cuts can happen on the glass. He sweeps them out of the ring and out of the den. The ring crew works quickly to pick up all the pieces and leave denside. Suddenly Fox, Duke Nukem, Trendkiller, Cyan Dracos, and X-Pac walk down the ramp and demand that the match be called. They claim that Strike cannot go any longer ... and they're right. Strike is down and he won't be getting up for quite some time. Mosall agrees with them, mostly scared of another Strike comeback, but also out of what he calls "genuine sincerity". The referee doesn't buy it. And ejects Forsaken from ringside. Strike mutters something about disbanding Forsaken on the mat, the microphone is right next to him. His voice is cracked and he's in horrible pain. Mosall decides that now is the best time to end this match, mounting Strike and coming with rights and lefts onto Strike's face. Strike yells after each and every punch, as it drives Strike's back into the glass that is on the mat. OW: This is extremely dangerous. MH: Dangerous? Strike could be killed. Glass can puncture vital organs in his back! Mosall gets up and lays in a few boots, and grins and leans over to gauge Strike's eyes but ... STRIKE WITH A RIGHT HAND! Strike with a right hand from the laying position. Strike grabs the ropes, and the crowd goes insane. The referee is in shock, as is Mosall. Mosall after stumbling back, charges forward with flailing fist. Just looking to strike Strike with SOMETHING that would keep him down. Mosall drives Strike into the turnbuckle, which is not a good place for glass to be driven farthur into your back. Strike's eyes roll back into his head from the absolute pain. Strike spits up blood, signalling internal bleeding. The referee sees this, and it's obvious he's about to throw in the towel for Strike. He coughs some more, and MMM backs off for a moment. MMM grabs the handcuffs, and the crowd boos without any regret. Their hero is going down ... and they can't admit it. MH: MMM is pathetic! OW: Give him a shot! RJ: Yes, a chair shot! A Chair shot! Mosall goes to cuff Strike, but ... KNEE TO THE GUT! PEDIGREE! PEDIGREE! STRIKE THREE! Out of instinct, Strike hooks Mosall's leg. He realizes a second afterward that that doesn't work in this match. Strike gets off and the referee starts counting. He gets to nine before Mike "Meep" Mosall gets up. MMM refuses to lose his career at this point! The crowd boos, and Strike flips over on the mat in hopelessness. Strike gets up slowly, and Mosall charges. DDT! Strike drops Mosall with a DDT! Strike slides out of the ring, and gets under the ring, pulling out yet another glass table. The crowd cheers extremely loudly as he sets it up in the center of the ring. He puts the semi-conscous MMM on top of the glass table. The crowd goes wild, and Strike slides out of the ring and exits out the gaping hole in the lion's den. The crowd is in shock as Strike begins CLIMBING the outside of the Lion's Den! Why in the HELL would he be going up there? Strike gets to the top, and sees the hole in the top of the den. The crowd stares, no ... no ... THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING. Strike LEAPS, AND CRASH! GLASS SPLATTERS, and Strike manages to roll to the ropes. Mosall has been SPLASHED through the glass table. The crowd is in absolute shock as the referee begins counting out Mosall. The ten count happens, and Strike is announced the winner. The Lion's Den gets raised, and EMTs rush in to attend to both men. Strike refuses their attention and begins walking up the ramp on his own, about halfway up, however, he collapses. The crowd gives both men a standing ovation!

OW: That did NOT just happen.

MH: ...

RJ: ...

OW: This has to be the last time we see EITHER of these men EVER in Global Championship Wrestling again.

MH: ... I'm ... going ... to ... be ... PRESIDENT!

RJ: ... No ... no ...

OW: Thank you for watching folks ... I'm Outlaw, that's Temporary President Hayes, and that's Ryan Jones. We bid you good night, and farewell.