GCW From the Core v1

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                 Inaugural Edition   Tuesday January 6, 1998
                                        EPISODE    1

<8:00.  Time for the first edition of "From the Core" to begin.  The
screen is black.   Suddenly, the theme music
(http://www.xoom.com/GCWRa/core.ra) begins.  Slow at first, but then
explodes into a violent rush.  The screen slowly begins to fade in.  The studio like room has a metallic blue tiled
floor, a desk in the shape of a half-circle is in the middle of the studio, with a
big screen to the front of it.  Behind the desk are bleacher seats, complete with about two hundred fans packed in.  At the desk sit the
hosts for the evening, James McMullen, John Boyd, and Simon Forte.  In front
of each man lies a small stack of papers and a glass of water.  A pitcher
of water is in the center of the desk.  McMullen is dressed in a shirt
and tie with sport jacket, and a pair of jeans.  Boyd is sporting a pair of
khakis with a maroon sweater with shirt collar, and Simon Forte is wearing a
pair of shiny silver pants, with a black vest.  As the music plays, the
camera pans around the studio....slowly the music fades, and the camera
focuses in on the desk.>

McMullen:  Welcome to the first coming of GCW!  Welcome ladies and gentleman, and people watching around the globe to GCW: FROM THE CORE!
I'm ecstatic to be hear tonight.  To my right is a man who has seen it all in professional wrestling, JOHN BOYD!

<Nice crowd pop>

McMullen:  And to my right, ...he was wrestling's bad boy in the seventies and eighties, and now he's is our exclusive bad boy, give it up for
Simon Forte!

<Nice crowd pop>

McMullen:  Take it away Johnny!

Boyd:  Thanks James, folks, we have an action packed show for you tonight. With Saturday Night Superfights a little over a week again, we'll take
some comments from many GCW superstars, and folks, because we at GCW love fan
participation, we are giving YOU, yes YOU and chance to ask your questions and give us your thoughts.  This is all going to take place on this
very
show, TONIGHT!

Forte:  With the first card in about a week, lots of dudes want to get
their two bits in.  We'll be seeing a lot of trash talking 'cause
everybody
just wants to be Mr. Toughguy.  Simon says lets get this thing
started....

McMullen:  What Simon wants Simon gets, ladies and gentlemen, lets
hear
from our first GCW superstar!

<The studio lights dim as the big screen begins to play.  The
television
camera loses all sight of the studio, focusing only on the screen.>

[The scene opens in a park near Toronto, at midday.  There is a light
skift
of snow on the ground and on the trees.   There are couples walking
about,
some with children, laughing and talking.  Birds are singing in the
trees,
and it is overall a peaceful scene.  The camera pans around to two
men, one
sitting on a bench, the other standing behind.  The one sitting is
Todd
Thomas, and he's wearing a pair of blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a red
winter jacket.  His brown hair is held back in a ponytail, and he has
a
large smile on his face.  Glenn Thomas is the one standing behind him.
He
is wearing a blue winter jacket, with blue jeans, and a pair of cowboy
boots.  His brown hair hangs down behind his head.  He stands with his
arms
crossed, and he has a serious look on his face.]

Glenn:  GCW has finally opened, and along with it, the gate has opened
with
our careers.  We've been around to so many places, and fought many,
many
tough matches to finally make it here.  I jumped at  the opportunity
to come
here, along with my brother, so we could fight some of the toughest
wrestlers in the world.  Our opportunity is going to be their setback.
We've come for one thing, and that's to...

Todd: Get the chicks.

[Glenn glares at Todd, but Todd just smiles back.]

Todd:  Okay, so maybe we're not here to get the chicks, but hey, I'll
take
what I can get.

Glenn: From what I've seen, you don't get too much of anything.

[Todd gets a look of shock on his face, and he looks towards his twin,
who
is now smiling.  Todd then looks back towards the camera, and smiles.]

Todd:  But enough about that, and on to business at hand.  I appears
that we
have a match on the first ever GCW card.  The premiere edition of
Saturday
Night Superfights is where we, along with many other great wrestlers
get to
break in a new era of wrestling.   Let's see who we face...Sideshow?!
Who
the heck are they?  They don't sound like a wrestling tag team, they
sound
more like a circus attraction.  We're going to easily beat those two
losers.

Glenn:  Hold on a minute, Todd.  Have you forgotten everything we've
learned
in our time together as wrestlers?  The last time we thought we'd get
an
easy victory, we just barely slipped by with a win.  And we vowed to
never
again underestimate an opponent.  That that goes for every team, no
matter
what their win-loss records are or have been.  We're not going to be
pushovers, as we've been labelled elsewhere.  We are going to go
straight to
the top, and we will be the first ever GCW Tag team champions, when
the time
comes.

[Todd stands up, and he gets a more serious look on his face as well.]

Todd:  You're right, as usual.  I may tend to underestimate the
competition
at times, but when you're as good as me, you do that.  Just kidding.
We are
a team.  We are probably one of the best new teams out there today,
and
we're glad to be here in GCW.  We've done some scouting, we've stepped
up
our training, and we're ready.  We're ready for the Superfights, where
we'll
show the world what the future holds.  Not only the distant future,
but the
near future.

Glenn:  Our futures are bright, just like GCW's.  Nothing and no one
is
going to stand in our way.  And if they try, they're going to be going
up
against something...

Todd: Terribly...

Glenn: Dangerous.

[Both men stand with their arms crossed, and have confident
expressions on
their faces.  The camera zooms in on their faces, then the screen
fades to
black.]

<The camera cuts back to the studio>

Forte:  First thing I want to say is that I don't think two guys
sitting on
a park bench are looking for chicks.
They ain't fooling nobody.

<Scattered crowd laughter>

Boyd:  C'mon Simon, these two young men look to be in great condition,
sure
to be a definate threat in the tag team ranks.

McMullen:  I agree, these two identical twins from Ontario have both
seen
some singles success in previous promotions....

Boyd:  And who knows each other better then a pair or brothers?  Twins
at
that.....

Forte:  Well, ain't nobody gonna impress Simon Forte without stepping
in
the ring and proving themselves

McMullen:  Very true, the ring will serve as the proving ground for
many of
these wrestlers.....

Boyd:  Well, while Terribly Dangerous feel very confindent in
themselves,
there is another GCW tag team who feels exactly the opposite.  Let's
hear
from the team that will meet Terribly Dangerous in the first ever tag
team
match on Saturday Superfights

<The studio dims>

(Two figures sit inside a dimly lit room. The sound of soft Rage
Against the
Machine music is playing in the background. One of the men begins to
speak.)

Thorn:  Terribly Dangerous, You dont know anything about us and we
dont know
anything about you. It seems you have been chosen to fight us.
Unfortunately for you it
will be your last. When you step into with us, you will feel what it
is like
to have a wild animal mangle your flesh. because that is how, we
fight. We are
not going to finese you, we are going to kick your asses.  When we
collide on
Saturday in this the first ever GCW tag event, and SideShow will come
out
victorious. We are going to end the match, with a bang, the
ShowStopper, you
will find out what it is when it happens, When the smoke has cleared,
blood
mopped up, and bodies cleared off the mat, we will walk out of the
ring
victorious and Terribly Dangerous, you wont walk out of the ring.
SHOW's
OVER!!!!!!

<The camera cuts back to the studio>

Forte:  Short, sweet, and to the point, now thats the way it should be
done.  None of this prancing around the park bs....

Boyd:  Side Show is a dark tag team, with a dark past

McMullen:  Right you are Johnny, at a young age, Thorn ran away from
the
circus of which his father was a ringmaster, along  with Mongol, the
son of
the bearded lady, they began fighting on the streets.....

Forte:  No wonder Mongol doesn't talk, I wouldn't say anything either
if my
mom had a beard.

Boyd:  On paper, this looks to be a very good matchup, all men good
all-around athletes.  Mongol is the biggest man I believe, and this
will
give Side Show a little edge perhaps.

McMullen:  We'll have to wait and see how Side Show work together.
Being
brothers, this may give Terribly Dangerous the edge....

Forte:  Lets move on, to one of my personal favorite guys in the fed,
the
baddest little bastard on the block, Bizarro Earth Last's Hope....

<Studio fades>

["If You Wanna Be My Lover" by the Spice Girls is playing at a really
fast
speed, giving more of a "Spice Chipmunks" feel to it as we fade to a
serene winter's display of a winter mansion in the middle of a pine
tree
forest as snow trickles down from the sky. As we pan closer, we notice
that all is not exactly "serene" about this mansion at all; various
obscene phrases are spray painted along the wall, most of which
relating
to various bodily functions, and as we pan over to the drive way, we
see
several piles of metal that used to be a fleet of Rolles Royces,
transformed to their current state no doubt by a big ugly black El
Camino
with a red star on the hood, and what appears to be a battering ram on
the
front. On the rear bumper are stickers reading "John Wayne Gaysey for
Prez" and "I break for aliens".]

[The camera pans to the front door. Empty 40 oz. bottles of a
strangely
familiar brand of beer are littering the sidewalk, and several shotgun
holes are in the door itself. We go through the door, and into the
magnificent foyer (or at least it was. it currently is litterred with
porno mags, beer bottles, empty bottles of Wild Turkey, shattered jars
of Miracle Whip and red bags of corn chips. We pan into the room to
the
left, what appears to be a trophy room. Or at least what once was one.
Plaques are along the wall, but the heads of animals that were once
hanging on them are piled in a corner, and in their places instead are
the
heads of Syxx, Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair, and Randy Savage. They each are
staring straight ahead, gagged. Apparently, they are still alive,
shoved
through the wall from the other side so that their heads would be
sticking
into the room.]

[Then, the "music" is cut off by the ringing thunder of a shotgun,
followed by the sound of a record player crashing to the floor, and
into
the room walks none other than esteemed GCW Professional Wrestler,
Luchador From Hell (tm), and Interstellar Scourge Extraordinaire (r),
BIZARRO EARTH'S LAST HOPE. Over his usual spandex bodysuit getup, he's
wearing a black Hefner-esque dinner jacket and a red ascot. He has a
smoking shotgun in his right hand, resting on his shoulder, and in his
left hand, a bottle of that starngely familiar beer, now easily
recognizable as BizarrOlde English.]

BIZARRO: Huh? What the hell are you <TOOT! TOOT!> doing here? Oh,
interview time...well, I've got your <BOING!> Interview right here!

[BELH grabs his crotch, finishes off his BizarrOlde English, throws it
at
Syxx, beaning him, and reaches off camera, producing another. The cap
magically pops off the top, and he starts to down it. *note* Nobody
really
knows how he can pull BizarrOlde Englishes out of the air, make the
caps
fly off, OR drink through a mask. Suffice it to say that it's all a
part
of his "mystique".]

BIZARRO: Well, since I HAVE to do this <ZING!> in order to get <HONK!>
PAID in order to get BOOZE in order to get DRUNK in order to have the
<ZAP!> INTESTINAL FORTITUDE to put up with these REJECTS who want us
to
think they're WRESTLERS, I have to do this interview <KAPOW!>. Well,
here's your stinkin' interview you buncha inbred, slackjawed hillbilly
pencil-<AA-OOOOO-GAHHH!>. Oh, how ya like the new digs? Actually, I'd
be
lying if I said it was mine...WHICH IT IS!! IT'S MINE ALL MINE!!
ALLLLLLL
MIIIINNNNNEEEE!!! So bite me, each and every one of you!!! And I would
like to bring out right now, the guy who so graciously GAVE me his
house
mere HOURS AGO!!

[BELH heads over to a closet and opens it. I it, a man in his middle
twenties is tied to a wheelchair, and gagged. The word "I Wet My Bed"
is
written on his forehead with a permanent marker, and he's gagged, and
in
his underwhere. He doesn't look very pleased. BELH rolls him right in
front of the camera.]

BIZARRO: This is my close personal friend MATT FOUNTAIN, so called
HEAD of
a wrestling federation that never existed. [winks] But you see, Mr.
Fountain was naughty. He kept calling me by another name. Now, I'm a
much
better person than him, so I don't need to repeat the name he likes to
call me, and I've forgiven him because he offerred this lovely mansion
as
a peace offering. Wasn't that nice of him?

[Fountain is struggling in his chair, and trying to yell something at
Bizarro through the gag.]

BIZARRO: OH! Mattie wants to go downstairs and watch some TV. Be right
back.

[Bizarro opens a door in the room, leading to some stairs leading
down. He
then pushes the Wheelchair, and Fountain and the chair go tumbling
down
the stairs. Bizarro slams the door shut behind him.]

BIZARRO: Now. On to the business at hand. I take a look at the match
schedule, and apparently the little Twerp Warren and his pal Beef Stew
and
that other what'sisnuts D..no, Nick have decided to book a match
between
me and a guy the name of Max Pegasus...

[Bizarro starts to chuckle uncontrollably.]

BIZARRO: What a trip...Here I am, Bizarro Earth's Last Hope (shriek of
terror!), world renowned alien powerhouse, manly man, big Ball of
alien
spite, you get the picture, and here I am scheduled to fight a big
white
Jackass with wings? Wooo...Max Pegasus!! HAHAHAHAHAA! Sounds like one
of
those Majik cards losers decided to get off his duff and try and get
in
the squared circle...wow..298 pounds of blubber, and back-hair...is
that
298 pounds with or without your 8 sided dice? HAHAHAHA!!  Well, Maxy
Pad,
Horses are big stinky rectal methane factories, and birds are pigs
that
can <ZOINK!> on your head from 200 feet in the air, so what does that
make
you? A funky flying <ZIP!> factory!!! Wow, I bet the southern white
trash
will eat you up like grits! Max Pegasaus..christ on a stick! SHUT UP!!

[Bizarro thouws his bottle of BizarrOlde English at Hulk Hogan, and
instantly produces another one, and starts to drink it down.]

BIZARRO: Well that's all I have. SCRAM!

[Bizarro levels his rifle at the camera, just as it turns abruptly
towards
the door and we pan towards it, as if the camera man is running. then
the
camera drops to the ground, and we see a ground view of the camera man
being chased by BELH through the door, who's taking shots with his
rifle,
taking huge chunks out of the wall and the piano, and pictures...]

<Cuts to studio>

<The camera pans around the audience to show a few children crying,
and a
good amount of people sitting with their mouths open>

Forte: (clapping)  Bravo, bravo, now there is true talent.....

McMullen:  I'm not even sure I know what in the world that was........

Boyd:  Horrifying, sickening, thats what that was.  There is no place
for
that....that....that smut in professional wrestling.  I hope the front
office is listening right now, because I want this Bizarro character
outta
here....

Forte:  Smut?  That was no smut, this little guy is great!

McMullen:  We'll just have to give BELH the benefit of the doubt.  God
have
mercy on Max Pegasus, who will face BELH at Saturday Superfights next
week.

Boyd:  Fans, it looks like we're going to have to take a commerical
break,
but before we go, lets here from "The Punisher" Brandon Simpson...

<Studio fades out>

[Brandon Simpson and Gorgeous are in the kitchen of Simpson's
Louisville
home.  Gorgeous is preparing some sort of dinner, and Simpson is
watching a
basketball game on the kitchen television.]

Simpson:  Dammit, Tubby... you call this a top ten team?

Gorgeous:  What now?

Simpson:  Come on!  Geez, ref... call a foul, you degenerate Earl
Hebner
wanna be... DAMN!  They just took Magloire's head off!  Come on... you
could do play by play with wrestling moves for this game.... number 23
with
a vicious clothesline sending Jamal Magloire down to the mat!

Gorgeous:  Speaking of wrestling...geez, I can't believe it almost
slipped
my mind... you got your first GCW match...

Simpson:  GWF, isn't it?

Gorgeous:  GCW.

Simpson:  That's cigarrettes.

Gorgeous:  No... that's GPC.  And it's not that, and it's not GWF...
it's
GCW...

Simpson:  Well, whatever... as long as it's not GLOW.  Who am I going
against...

Gorgeous:  "The Devastator" Dan Devine...

Simpson:  Get out!  Devine?  That kid... well, at least it's someone
with a
recognizable name.... Dan Devine... the kid's got some potential.
Hey,
that little degenerate called me an old man once... remember?

Gorgeous:  Yeah... and you're just 23... but you act about 15.

Simpson:  Watch it... fix your turkey... don't worry about it.  I'm
gonna
break his spine... then they'll call him... Spineless Devine... kind
of
catchy, eh?

Gorgeous:  I guess.  You think I'll get to hit anybody?

Simpson:  Hit whoever the hell you want to... I don't care...

Gorgeous:  Can I hit the referee?

Simpson:  Maybe not just yet... maybe hit a fan or something... they
can
sue GWF...

Gorgeous:  It's GCW...

Simpson:  Oh, yeah... who else am I gonna fight?  We know yet?

Gorgeous:  Some guy named Todd Chadwick.

Simpson:  Isn't he Todd on One Life To Live?

Gorgeous:  I think he's Todd from Beavis and Butthead.

Simpson:  Figures.  One more cartoon character for the wrestling
world.
Todd Chadwick... it's happening all over again.... more no names...
Oh,
well... maybe I can just kick the crap out of whoever runs this
league.  I
have plenty of experience doing that... DAMMIT!  The Cats are down at
the
half...

[Simpson focuses on the television and Gorgeous goes back to her
turkey
dinner as the camera fades.]

For your very own commercial, email mrn...@concentric.net

<Studio fades in>

McMullen:  Welcome back everyone, to the premier edition of GCW: FROM
THE
CORE!  We just heard some punishing comments from Brandon Simpson.
This
guy isn't holding anything back, it doesn't seem like he likes
anybody....

Boyd:  Brandon Simpson is a world-renowned competitor, and believe me
when
I tell you James, if Brandon says something, he can sure back it up...

Forte:  Brandon Brandon Brandon, who cares about Brandon, you think
Gorgeous would go for a guy like me?

McMullen:  Well, she seems a little attached to Brandon if thats what
you
mean.....

Forte:  Yeah, well, this Simpson guy seems like my kinda person....he
reminds me of myself when I was younger....

Boyd:  God help us.....

McMullen:  Lets hear from a man who will eventually meet Mr. Simpson
in the
ring,  "The Devastator" Dan Devine!

<Studio Fades>

<"Wild Cards" by Darien plays as our camera goes through the locker
room
region of the North Shore YMCA on Broadway in Staten Island, New York.
We
pass many lockers and see a lot of people milling about, getting
changed.  At
the end of our journey, we find a man sitting with a black towel over
his head
and a white towel around his waist.  As the man raises his head to
acknowledge
the camera, we see that he has long blonde hair and ice blue eyes.
The
cameraman begins to inquire as to who the man is as "Wild Cards"
cuts.>

Cameraman: Hey, are you Dan Devine?

Man: Who wants to know?

Cameraman: My name is Ray, I'm with GCW... the brass sent me up here
to get
some comments from you about your match against Brandon Simpson on the
first
GCW card, Saturday Night SuperFights, a coupla weeks from now.

Man: Yeah, I'm Dan Devine, but when I'm talking about GCW, I'm "The
Devastator" Dan Devine, all right?  So tell me when you're turning
that camera
on for the interview, and when you introduce me, call me "The
Devastator" Dan
Devine, and call me Mr. Devine from then on.  This has to be
professional-
looking, so get it right.

Cameraman Ray: Sure, Da... er, Mr. Devine.  We're on in five, four,
three,
two...

<Ray gets behind the camera and points to Devine.>

Cameraman Ray: This is an exclusive interview with GCW cruiserweight
"The
Devastator" Dan Devine, conducted in his hometown of Staten Island,
New York.
Mr. Devine, you're going to be facing "The Punisher" Brandon Simpson
on the
first ever Global Championship Wrestling card, Saturday Night
SuperFights, on
January
17.  What are your thoughts on Mr. Simpson and your chances in the
matchup?

<Ray closes in the camera on Devine, who has his head down, once again
covered
by the black towel.>

Devine: "The Punisher" Brandon Simpson... a name that's on the mouths
of
wrestling enthusiasts the world over.  Simpson, you've ran away from
me in the
past.  For all your bravado and all the macho crap that you're made up
of,
you've looked into my eyes, just like I've looked into yours.  They
say the
eyes are the window to the soul.  When I looked into your eyes,
Brandon, I saw
who you are.  Not "The Punisher."  But the man who you really are.
And I
wasn't all that impressed.  But you can't deny it.  You can't hide it.
When
you looked into my eyes, you saw exactly what you feared: a strong
person.
Someone who was totally confident in his abilities and was at peace
with who
he is.  You didn't want to face me before, but now you have no choice.

<Devine takes a deep breath, and then looks at the camera, making his
eyes and
mouth visible from underneath the towel.>

Devine: Brandon, you're a great wrestler, one of the best I've ever
seen.
You've taken on bigger men than me before and beaten them.  You've
taken on
more experienced men than me and made them scream.  But when it comes
down to
it, man, you've NEVER faced anyone as good as I am.  If you think I'm
bragging, just watch on January 17th.  Maybe I am full of myself, but
I can
damn sure back it up in the ring, because I'm the most talented
wrestler in
the world today.  To quote a man greater than I, "It's not arrogance,
it's
EXCELLENCE."  Simpson, you're going to learn what excellence is all
about on
Saturday Night SuperFights.  You're just like the rest, Simpson.  As
much as
you might like to think that you're not, and as much as you'd like to
think
that you are something extraordinary, you're not.  Because one thing
about you
is exactly the same as anyone and everyone in Global Championship
Wrestling:
you can't step to me.  Simpson, I'm starting with you.  You're going
to end up
dropped on your spine, staring at the lights.  Then I'll go upstairs,
and
it'll be all over for you.  Once I drop the Decapitation on your sorry
carcass, it'll be academic.  Simpson, when we step into the ring, I
want you
to know one thing: what I'm going to do to you is not personal.  You
see, it's
very simple.  You are going to be an example to the rest of the
athletes in
GCW.  On Saturday night, January 17th, I'm going to prove to everyone
in the
Knoxville Civic Center, everyone watching at home, and everyone in the
back
that I am exactly what I say I am, and that is the best
pound-for-pound
wrestler in the world today.  I'm going to do it against you, Simpson.
After
all is said and done, and you've been dealt your first loss in your
first GCW
contest, you will know one thing: You were outwrestled, outclassed,
and
outdone in every way.

<Devine takes the towel off and holds it in his right hand, his full
facial
features are visible for the first time.>

Devine: So hit the gym, Brandon.  Lift your weights, say your prayers,
take
your vitamins, and do whatever else you think you have to do to
prepare
yourself to step into the ring with me.  Because I want you firing on
all
cylinders and in top condition when we lock it up.  That way, there'll
be no
excuses for the way I kicked your ass all over the ring.  I know it
sounds
like I'm writing a lot of checks with my big mouth that my ass can't
cash.
But, unlike most other people, I can make those statements and back up
each
and every one of them.  Why?  Because I'm "The Devastator" Dan Devine.
The
best pound-for-pound wrestler on the planet.  Beat me if you can...
oh, who
the hell are you kidding, Simpson, you know that you can't.

<Devine extends his arms and mouths the words "Devine Decapitation"
before
throwing the towel he was holding over the lens of the camera, causing
us to
fade to black.>

<Studio fades in>

Boyd:  Well well well, looks like there is a little more then meets
the eye
in this matchup....

Forte:  Yeah, this Devine kid ain't looking too bad either, this could
be
my kinda matchup.  And I'll tell you another thing, this Devine guy
knows
how to talk to these imbecile camera guys

McMullen:  Well, Dan Devine came off a little insistent if you ask me.
He'll just have to prove if he can do what he says he can.  Either
way, its
going to be a great matchup from GCW.

Boyd:  Lets take a some more comments from other GCW personalities...

<Studio cuts>

(The scene is the suburban town of Eden Prairie,  MN.  A beautiful
area,
with trees and elegant houses and beautiful  scenery.  Camera pans to
Norse
Street.  All houses seem to be glowing  with elegance except one at
the far
end of the street.  Camera pans to the  house.  All lights are off
except a
flickering candlelight in a room in the  upstairs.  Camera pans to the
mailbox in the driveway and it reads:   "Shane Butler:  3737 Norse
St."
Familiar name.  Camera  pans to the dark room and humped down in the
corner
of the room is  Sphinx.)   Sphinx:  The time spent alone will be hard
at
first.  Each night will pass like a teeth getting pulled out of your
skull
by pliers.  Without a night the first nights are the hardest.  It's
like
when you get cold and you're shivering so hard trying to resist the
cold
and your body is shaking and your teeth are grinding and at some point
you
stop  shivering and grinding and try not to let it get to you because
you
become  cold.  More than just feeling it, you embody it, you're living
it.
That's how it is with the alone.  After awhile the nights pass
easily.
You drip the alone from every pore of your body like a leaky
radiator.
The nights pass through you.  They slash your wrists  silently,
bloodlessly.  You start sitting in the dark, unable to  move.  Friends
call
you and you don't want to go anywhere because you know  that it would
only
be a temporary break from what will be waiting when you get  home.
That
big, cold sname comes out and wraps itself around your soul and  you
go
thoughtless, spinning into the night, imprisoned in your chair.  In
the
dark you look at the light from the street, you listen to the sound of
traffic as it roars by.  It always sounds like some kind of low grade
war
is going on outside.  You don't wonder, you just sit still.  Even when
you're moving, you're sitting still.  Even when you're breathing,
you're
choking.  Imagine that, choking on your own breath.  Paralysis.
Locked
in, frozen.  All confinement is solitary tonight.  You snap  into
thought
as a memory shoots into your head like a gunshot.  Your head  jerks.
What
was that, a shooting star?  No just you and you.   The nights are
endless.
They last all night and they come every  night.  They wait for you and
you're never late.  You're so punctual  that you are sure it's going
to
kill you and you're probably right.  One of  these nights.  How will
you
know the one that will mow you down for  good?  They all look the same
and
they won't stop and you can't run and you  can't hide and who are you
gonna
tell about it.  What are you going to do,  get yourself a lover and
that's
going to be the end of your troubles?  Even  when you're lying in the
bed
with this stranger and you're alone again and  you're pretending that
you're feeling food and you use the word pretend when the  real word
is
lie?  You're lying to yourself, and it hurts and you know  it.  I tell
you,
I feel the lowest when I'm with some girl.  I'm  wrapped in her arms
and
I'm alone and I feel so bad.  I feel like I'm a  rock and I think
about
this girl with this stranger in her arms and it repulses  me and then
I
remember that the stranger is me and that makes me feel  alone.  I
start
feeling cold and I don't want to admit that I'm feeling the  cold and
my
body starts shivering and my teeth start grinding and I finally  stop.

This aloneness, this coldness, rips into me night after night.   But
on the
17th, I get to take my alienated aggression on you Ramacees.   All
these
years of bottled up hate, alienation, and loneliness will come out in
the
GCW.  I am upon you, there is no escape from your impending  doom.
(Candlelight flickers out as Sphinx's logo fades onto the  screen and
then
fades out to black)

<scene cuts>

(The scene opens to a large field.  Although some might call it a
small park.
It appears to be well taken care of, as it looks to be recently mowed,
and
there are some quite beautiful flower beds in some areas.  One would
probably not notice these things, however, as one's attention would
most likely be drawn to the massive mansion in the middle of the
greenery.
It is quite an
imposing structure, it is three stories high, and has a width that
would be
difficult to calculate just
by looking at it.  It's exterior walls are made of brick, and it has a
grey
shingle roof.

The screen then fades out, and when it fades in again, the scene is in
a room,
presumably in the mansion.  It is a lushly furnished lounge, with
leather
recliners and couches,
and a large glass coffee table.  There is also a big-screen TV in one
corner, but it is not in
use at this time.  Jeff Easthope is seen sitting in one of the
recliners,
looking thoughtful.  He is
dressed casually, wearing a blue silk shirt, khaki slacks, and black
socks
with no shoes.
Easthope turns his head to look at the camera, and begins to speak.)

        "Well, at long last, the GCW is ready to open it's doors.
It's ready
to make a name for itself in the world of professional wrestling.  To
establish itself as the one
organization to watch!  It'll succeed.  You know why?  You look at the
roster of the GCW, and you see quite
a motley crew. There are veterans, and there are rookies.  There are
old-school grapplers,
and there are freaks. But there is one name on that roster which is a
shining star amongst the rest. The diamond in
the rough, if you will.  That name is 'Excellence' Jeff Easthope.
That name
is the reason that the GCW will become the best wrestling promotion
around."

      "You see, the major difference between me and the other
wrestlers
here; is not that I'm rich, no.  It's not that, compared to me,
they're
scum.  No, it's not that.  What
the difference is, is that unlike the rest of the people here, I
actually
live up to the title of
'professional wrestler'.  I actually wrestle.  This sport has degraded
so
much, that... that *vermin* like bums
that fight on the street are allowed into this great profession, and
are
allowed to call themselves
'wrestlers'.  I however, am a different story."

       "All my life, I've had a love for wrestling... I've always
admired
those men who could put hold after hold on their opponents without
missing
a beat.  When I decided to don
the tights myself, I went to train from men like those, great
technicians
who could put you on the
mat in a heartbeat. England, Japan, I trained around the world
preparing to
simply dominate this
industry!  The fact is, a brawler cannot defeat a wrestler in a
wrestling
match.  Too many people
have forgotten this, but when I step into a GCW ring, they'll
remember.
And they'll look on in
shock as the men who they cheered for, the men who they thought were
*so*
skilled, fall before
'Excellence'.  They'll watch Jeff Easthope soar to the top of the GCW,
and
as I rise, so will the
GCW.  People who don't watch wrestling simply because they find it
silly
will tune in to watch
*me*.  As I gain more and more recognition, this sport will gain some
respect again!  And then, of
course, the titles will come.  Yes, then it will all culminate when
Jeff
Easthope becomes the GCW champion."

      "But of course, before all this happens, I have to work my way
up the
ladder.  And I now see it begins with this John Rajah.  John Rajah...
I
know nothing of you, just as
you know nothing of me.  It would seem even, but for that I *do* know
one
thing.  One thing that,
in the chaotic swirl of this buisness, remains constant.  That being
that I
am better than you.
Remember that, Rajah.  I am better than you, and you will lose.  It's
a
simple truth."

     "Of course, I'm not saying that you shouldn't prepare for this
match.
By all means, train.  Maybe you won't look like a *total* fool come
GCW
Presents.  I'm just warning
you against getting your hopes up, Rajah.  Accept defeat now, and it
won't
be so hard on
you when the ref is holding my hand up in victory."

(Easthope turns his head away from the camera, and appears to go back
into
thought.  Scene fades out.)

<Studio Fades In>

McMullen:  Now those are two conflicting personalities if I do say so
myself.....

Boyd:  Right you are, on one side we just saw a dark character.  A man
of
mystery.....and on the other side you have a wealthy, well spoken,
well
dressed athlete.

McMullen:  Sphinx has a busy schedule ahead of him, he is set to step
in
the ring with Ramacees on Saturday Superfights and then come head to
head
with Matt Kamakazee on GCW Presents.  Easthope will meet the talented
newcomer John Rajah on GCW Presents.

Boyd:  I have heard nothing but praise of Jeff Easthope, he is
supposed to
be an extraordinary competitor both in and out of the ring.  This is
one
Superstar who I can't wait to see in the ring.

Forte:  Simon says Easthope ain't nothing but a pretty little rich
boy, and
I too can't wait to see him in action.  See him get his teeth kicked
in......there ain't no place for the pretty boys in professional
wrestling.
When I started...

McMullen:  Here we go again....

Forte:  When I started I didnt have squat.  I worked and busted my ass
for
every I have today.........this Easthope guy should stick to Polo or
whatever it is those morons do..

McMullen:  Lets here from our next competitor, "No Fear" Jeremy Enigk

<Studio Fades>

[Enigk is alone, reading Ayn Rand's "The Fountainhead", sitting on a
bench in
Manhattan's Central Park.  His Sunny Day Real Estate t-shirt is faded,
and his
eyes look tired.  He puts the book down and begins to speak.]

JE: The easiest way to break a person is through fear.  If you are
feared, you
are God.  Through fear, we find a gateway into a person's heart and
nightmares; into  the things that keep people awake at night, the
things that
make adults cry, the things that we do not speak of.  (pause)  I am
God.  I
know none of these things.  I don't stand here in front of you and
call myself
"No Fear" for laughs.  This is no work, no farce, no bulls**t gimmick
to sell
t-shirts or draw fan mail.  I know absolutely NO FEAR.  The things
I've seen
in people have made me numb.  I can watch the colorful demise of their
promises with absolute immunity.  They mean nothing; they are blank
sheets of
paper that will never be created.  I am more than that.  I am an
animal.  I am
instinct, I am desire, I am rage, I am fearless.  (pause)  And I am
here.
GCW, YOUR downfall starts now.  Ramacees, you will be first.  You will
meet
Shade and the Black Hat, and you will fall.  But you will not be the
last.
(Enigk looks up for the first time.  The face of a man who is beyond
pain and
fear stares into camera.) Sleep well, GCW.  Dream of angels, Ramacees.
For
the turbulence begins today.  END...OF...STORY.
[The camera fades to black]

<Studio fades in>

Forte:  If I see one more park, one of you two dudes is gonna get
it.......

McMullen:  Point taken.

Boyd:  This may be my favorite GCW star yet.  All business, I like
that.
He doesn't have to make himself to be flashy, and doesn't draw a lot
of
attention to himself.  He just does what he has to do.

McMullen:  Enigk has been very successful in various other promotions,
he
is a good addition to the GCW Roster.

Forte:  And what the hell was that crap he was reading?  What kinda
wrestler reads?

McMullen: <sigh>

Boyd:  Ladies and gentleman, time is winding down, we'll hear from the
remaining superstars, then give our analysis...

McMullen:  And then we will take questions from YOU, our live studio
office....

<Studio Fades>

(Inferno walks into a fancy looking study looking room. It has a desk
with
man files and papers on it. On the wall there is a painting of a
younger
Inferno in his mat wrestling singlet, pinning an opponent. There is an
American flag on the wall amoung other things such as books. Inferno
is
wearing a fancy blue robe and carrys in a towel, and he's patting his
face.
He takes a seat and picks up his telephone and without dialing any
numbers,
he speaks)

Inferno: Jimbo, are you ready... Good come on up.

(Inferno begins reading a folder with the word Kamakazee written on
it.
There are many other similar folders on the desk. Then Jimbo Jones
enters
the room, he is wearing a black buisness suit, Jimbo takes a seat next
to
Inferno)

Jimbo Jones: Well, let's get down for buisness. The GCW is officially
open,
you can see our scouting reports on many of the wresters. First, I'll
direct your attention to the red folder...

(Jimbo points to a red folder on Inferno's desk, and Inferno picks it
up.
Inferno then reaches to a drawer in his desk and puts on a pair of
glasses.)

Inferno: Hmmmm... Sphynx. Interesting character.

Jimbo Jones: Yes, as you can see, you're quite larger and more
experienced
than he is. He currently appears as no threat to you.

Inferno: Keep your eye on him.

Jimbo Jones: And next, the blue folder... You'll find this one most
interesting.

(Inferno picks up the blue folder and begins reading. He gets a foul
look
on his face as he progresses)

Jimbo Jones: This is Kossuth, quite an experienced wrestler. Though a
cruiserweight, he appears to be quite the wrester to reckon with.

Inferno: None of that concerns me... Just look at him, the "Child of
Fire"
who does he think he is??? And reports say he "shoots fire".

Jimbo Jones: It appears as if you have a follower.

Inferno: Follower??? More like an imposter. Add him to my list, I'll
definatly have to teach him a lesson.

Jimbo Jones: You'll note one other thing...

(Jimbo Jones points to something on the bottom of the folder, and
Inferno
gets a very disgusted look on his face.)

Jimbo Jones: His entrance music... "Don't Tread On Me" by Metallica.

Inferno: Not only does he go out and steal my style, but now uses the
same
band that does my entrance music! I wonder if James and the other boys
in
the band know about this!

Jimbo Jones: Well, let's get back to wrestling here... And our final
scouting report, none other than your opponent on Saturday Night
SuperFights... Matt Kamakazee.

(Inferno picks up the folder with Kamakazee written on it...)

Inferno: Let's see... A psycho. Just what I need, a nutcase. 5 years
experience, this should be good.

Jimbo Jones: He's a much smaller athlete than you... He should be
short work.

Inferno: We should underestimate him or his finisher, the Kamakazee
Drop.
Jimbo, have someone in the gym attempt to replicate his wrestling
style and
finisher... I'm going into this one prepared. This GCW looks like it
could
be the first federation to give me a "true" challenge.

Jimbo Jones: yes, and we'll make Matt Kamakazee our first victim.

(Fade to black)

<scene cuts>

James McMullan: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT IS MY PLEASURE TO INTRODUCE
OUR GUEST AT THIS MOMENT. HE IS ONE OF THE NEW COMERS HERE IN GCW,
in fact there are ALL new comers.
PLEASE WELCOME, THE MAN KNOWN AS.... *THE*
SHARK*.............................*
................Mr.CHRIS FISHER !!!!!!!

( The music from the movie *JAWS* begins to play, and a massive and
powerfull man, make
  his way to the stage. )

J.McMullan: Wooo !!!! Mr. Fisher, it is a pleasure to have you here
with
us, tonight.

The Shark: Thank you very much, James. It is a pleasure to be here in
GcW.

J.McMullan: Before we start, Mr.Fisher, i have to admit that you were
pretty impressive
at that press conference, last week, with all the GcW media staff. The
way
you handled that
reporter.....WOW !!!! It was very spectacular !!!!!
Now, for the folks outthere, i have to tell you that Mr.Fisher, here,
invited ALL the reporters
from GcW, to present himself and also to show and perform his finisher

The SHARK ATTACK
Why don't you tell us what, in fact is, the  *SHARK ATTACK* .

The Shark: O.k.  Now the  *SHARK ATTACK*  is a FACE GRIP, or a DEATH
GRIP, call it
whatever you like. It is a submission hold that , when applied
correctly,
can PARALYZE the
opponent and put him in a deep sleep. When i use my
ha...............Let me
show you......
JAMES, come here !!!!

J.McMullan: NO THANKS !!!!!!!!  NO WAY !!!!! I don't want to end up
like
this reporter !!!!
Did you know that the poor guy is still in the hospital ????

The Shark: Come here, i won't hurt you, i promise. I just want to make
a
little demonstration,
i will be gentle.

J.McMullan: Well.........hugh........Just for GcW....O.k.....I will do
it
!!!!!

The Shark: Thanks. Do you see this HUGE hand, James ?????

J.McMullan: Y.....Ye.....Yes......What am i doing......i might regret
it
!!!!

The Shark: Whit this hand, and this one only, i GRAB your face
and.....

J.McMullan: Hurrrgh....humppffff.....Ahhhhhyumpppppfff

The Shark: I put my fingers all around the face and i reach for the
small
nervs on each
sides here.......And i press hard.

J.McMullan: Ahhhhhhh, Outchhhhhh........O.K., O.K. !!!!!!! I THINK
THEY GOT
THE PICTURE !!!!!!!!!
WOW !!!!!  I was completly lost. I coudn't move AT ALL !!!!! And i was
about to fall
asleep. Unbelievable.
Now, you are going to have your first match, in 2 weeks, against ETHAN
de
SADE.
Please, tell us about your match and your upcomming
opponent..............Wile a try
to get my SENSES BACK !!!!!

The Shark: *******ETHAN DE SADE******** I don't know nothing about
you, and
you
don't know nothing about me. Do you think that makes us even ????? I
don't
think so.
You see, i got something that you, and all the other wrestlers in the
fed,
don't have.
And that his.......******THE SHARK ATTACK******* In fact, i have
nothing
against you at all,
but you had the misfortune to be ******THE SHARK****** first opponent.
You see, that night, when i will step in the ring with you,i will be
UNSTOPABLE !!!!
Because that night, i will set an exemple out of you, Mr.SADE. I want
all
the
GCW members to FEAR me and the***** SHARK ATTACK *****.
>From that night, *****THE SHARK, Chris Fisher***** Will be the man to
defeat here
in the GCW !!!!!!
*****ETHAN de SADE****** Tell me, my friend, what you are going to do,
when
that BIG HAND grabs your face and reach for your BRAIN !!!!!
Just look at the screen, and you will find your answer !!!!!

( The Shark leaves the stage and the giant screen begins to show some
REAL
  shark attacks....There is blood everywhere ,and the big fish bite on
every human
  parts he can find. Huuuh, it is discusting !!!! )

J.McMullan: LADIES and GENTLEMEN, i can guaranty you, that everyone
here in
the GcW better  wach out carrefully for this man.......The Shark,Chris
Fisher.
He is DANGEROUS and very POWERFULL. I assure you, that he will make a
lot
of DAMAGE here in the fed. Look for him to be one of the TOP
SUPERSTARS of
GCW !!!
O.k. Now back to you, guys !!!!!
Would someone bring me some ADVILS and a glass
of water, please. And turn OFF this BLOODY CLIP, DAMMIT !!!!!
Boy, i am getting to old for this !!!!  Sorry, JOHN BOYD !!!!! Didn't
mean
it.

<scene cuts>

(Camera cuts to the 'Polar Bear' Craig Hudak siting on a crate in a
darkened
area which is only dimmly lit by a black light light bulb.  Unforgiven
II by
Metallica is faintly heard in the background.  Hudak sits breathing
and then
picks up a roll of tape.  He slowly begins taping his fist tightly.
He then
moves on to the next fist and tapes that one the same way.  He picks
up a
water bottle and dumps it on his head and begins to breathe deeply
again.
He takes one last deep breath and begins to talk)

Hudak:  The time of judgement is at hand.  The warriors of our
generation go
into battle on one single solitare epic night in which we prove
ourselves.
You could say it's a proving ground.  But I'm only out there to prove
one
thing, that I can back up my talk and when time comes for my title
shot,
that I will be GCW's franchise, and god dammit if I'm not.  Kossuth, I
guess
that my first match is against you, the so called fire boy.  Listen up
and
listen good.  You see these arms, boy?  *flexes his arm*  You see
these
veins popping out?  My veins are running with pure ice, boy, and I'm
going
in there to put your fire out.  I get to prove that I am what I am
against
you.  Mighty mighty midget man, when Saturday rolls around, we lock up
and
it will be my ultimate workout tossing someone like you from pillar to
post
and the racking up the win.  There's another thing that annoys me
about you
though.  Y'know, I'm not internet illiterate or anything, so I know
the talk
that goes around.  All I hear is that you are the best, how great you
are,
how you back up your talk, let me tell you now, only 1% of what's on
the
internet is true, and the rest is a lie, then if that be so, then I
have
more confidence than anyone.  And for all of your fans and followers,
it
will be pure pleasure we I show them all how feeble you are, and show
them
just why I am, and why I will be, GCW's franchise wrestler.  Believe
you me
Kossuth, I'm no dummy, and I hope, no, I even pray that you are
prepared for
your biggest matchup yet, biggest you are stepping in with a beast.
And
that is exactly what I am, a rabi FUCKING animal, and nobody, and I
mean,
NOBODY, can hold me back from doing what I have to do to you Kossuth,
and
whatever I have to do, whether it be breaking your neck, and breaking
you
open so much that you bleed until your body gives off the smell only a
rotting corpse will give off, then that will be what I have to do.
I'm not
toning myself down just for you, and i sure as hell am not taking a
fall for
you.  When Saturday comes along, and we lock it up, its gonna be 100%
skill
and 100% unbridled fury.  Its time to step into the proving ground
boy...

(Hudak stands up and extends his arms, they crack loudly, he brings
his arms
to his sides and walks toward the camera, the camera fades out when
Hudak
blacks out all other things.)

<scene cuts>

*The sound of a car's motor running is heard throughout the yet to be
revealed scene.*

Voice: "Are we there yet, father?"

Voice 2: "It shouldn't be too long from now son."

Voice: "I'm so excited...it's been so long since we've visited
grandma."

*The sound of the engine dies down, as the scene fades in slowly with
a
white outline around it as if it were a dream. A handsome man in his
late
twenties is at the wheel of a '64 Bonneville, driving down a street in
the
desert. To his side is a woman, roughly the same age as the man,
reading a
magazine. Her blonde hair flows unevenly in the wind coming from the
open
window beside her. In the backseat, alone with a teddy bear is a young
boy
not older than five. They seem a merry, content family.*

Boy: "What place does grandma live in?"

Woman: "Idaho, son. We should be there in a matter of hours."

*The boy looks to his side and picks up his teddy bear, eyes filled
with
anticipation of his arrival. This would be his first trip away from
home...it was if an entire new world had opened to him. Never before
had he
seen desert. Him being impatient, he thought of it as unending. The
scene
fades slowly to black, the sound of the motor heard more loudly now.*

Boy: "Grandma sure lives along ways away."

*A moment of silence passes. The sound of the motor dies down as the
scene
opens again with the white ouline around the scene intact. The family
is
now in an old, dusty town in the desert. The car is parked at an odd
angle
in front of a convenience store. The sign above the store reads "Joe's
Place". The scene swithces to inside the store. The boy is looking
over
some candy, the woman standing by a fan, revealing her pregnancy,
attempting to subside the intense heat, and the man is talking with
the
cashier.*

Man: "How far till the next gas station?"

Cashier: "Oh, jus' 'bout twenty miles that-a-way."

*From outside, sounds can be heard."

Sound: "OOF"

Voice: "YOU'RE DEAD *bleep*!"

*The boy is the only one to notice, as the sound of the fan has
muffled the
voices to the boy's parents.*

Voice: "HOW YA WANNA DIE?!?! HAHAHA!"

*The curious boy leaves the candy and walks through the door leading
outside. His parents don't even seem to notice. The scene outside
reveals
two men punching and kicking a smaller man repeatedly. The man is
bleeding
profusely.*

Boy: "STOP IT!"

*The two men pause, looking at the boy with a smile.*

Man: "Little boy, why don't you run along, or I reckon will kill you
next!"

Both men: "HAHAHA!"

*The boy's father ruxhes outside, followed closely by his wife. His
eyes
are filled with fury.*

Father: "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO MY SON?"

*One of the men pulls out a switchblade, clicking it open with a loud
sound. He lunges at the boy's father, but his arm is caught. The
father
grabs his arm, kneels down, and breaks it using an upward palm thrust.
The
man falls down in agony. Scene fades to black...a gunshot is heard
followed
by a woman's scream and a young boy's cry.*

*Silence...soon the scene swicthes abruptly to a man sitting up in his
bed,
drenched in sweat. It is 6:00 A.M. and morning is just starting to
creep
through the blinds. The rays of light hit the man's face at certain
intervals, not fully revealing his features. He wipes his eyes a bit,
then
steps from his bed, heading out of his bedroom and into his bathroom.*

Voice: "This is KGGB, Rockin' your days from dawn till dusk!"

*A radio is turned on by the man, still aware of the content of his
dreams.
He turns the dial on the radio and leans over the sink, turning on the
water.*

Radio: "And welcome back to Sports Chat, I'm your host, Donald
Franklin.
Today we review the opening of what seems to be what will become the
pinnacle of sporting entertainment- Global Championship Wrestling!
There
first card kicks off on the seventeenth, pitting, in the main event,
Jordan
Thorn against...<click>.

*At the sound of his name, Jordan turns off the radio. His eyes are no
longer blurry from waking up.*

Jordan: "I shall become great...."

*Jordan walks into the kitchen, where a phone rings.*

Jordan: "Hello?"

Voice: "What's up, big man?"

Jordan: "Hi Jamal...what has possessed you to call me at...

*Jordan looks at the clock on the oven nearby*

Jordan: "...6:15 in the morning!?!"

Jamal: "Sorry, bro, just wanted to know if you wanted to catch a flick
with
me and Tina tonight...she's got a sister..."

*Jordan snickers to himself.*

Jordan: "I'd love to, but I have to start training for my match
against
Fang coming up on the seventeenth. Thanks for asking though, Jamal."

Jamal: "Anything for my big brother! Oh well, two for me! HAHAHA!"
<click>

*Jordan laughs at his little brother. He DID have to train...his first
professional wrestling match in a big federation takes intense
dedication.
A knock comes at teh door. Jordan goes and opens it, allowing a flood
of
reporters and cameramne in*

Reporter #1: "Just a few questions, Jordan!"

Reporter #2: "Right here, Jordan!"

*Jordan rolls his eyes, as he runs his fingers through his short,
black hair.*

Jordan: "Shoot..."

Reporter #2: "Your upcoming opponent is Fang, the Lord of
Darkness...how do
you approach this match?"

Jordan: "I watched tapes of him training...I know what he can do. He
is a
martial artist, the kind I have fought before over in Japan. He should
be
better, but I believe grounding him and using my mat wrestling talents
to
keep him grounded will be a big key in winning. Fang and I will be a
great
main event, ending in my winning the first main event match in GCW
history."

Reporter #1: "How has your fathers death when you were a child
effected you?"

*Jordan stares into nothingness*

Reporter #1: "Jordan?"

*He snaps out of it*

Jordan: "I'd rather not talk about that if you don't mind..."

Reporter #3: "Jordan! What are your goals in GCW?"

Jordan: "Of course, my main goal is the GCW World Title. I believe,
based
on videos I've seen of the other wrestlers, that there are a great
many
able to take it, but I am determined to fulfill my father's wish..."

Reporter #1: "What was that? Your father's last wish?"

*Quick scene change back to the dream. The young Jordan Thorn stands
over
his father, who has a large wound in his chest. The mother is
hysterical,
but the boy and father are both oddly calm.*

Father: "Son..."

Jordan: "Yes, father?..."

Father: "In whatever you do...strive to be the best...become what I
never
was...become great..."

*Scene flahses back to the present time.*

Reporter #1: "Jordan...what do you mean by 'fulfilling my father's
last
wish'?"

Jordan: "Let's just leave it at this- I will become your GCW World
Champion...Fang will be the first step towards greatness...

<scene cuts>

["CLIMBAITZE" by Prodigy plays loudly, the scene is an empty arena,
somewhere in this great land of ours, a long of line of beatuiful
ladies
are making their way to a wrestling ring set in the center of the
arena,
they all make it in... er too the ring, seconds later, appears a man
from behind the curtain, he is currently dressed in a tuxedo, navy
blue
and white, he  also makes his way down to the ring, slowly, and as he
gets closer the (obviously paid) girls get more excited, untill he
finally reaches the ring, and they go crazy, running after him! He
speaks in a sudden commanding voice!]

MAN : STOP!

[All the women immediantly stop....]

MAN : Ok, you can go now...

[They pout, but one by one leave the ring, and walk away from it in a
line...]

MAN : Wait! You, last in line, come on back...

[The last woman in line, the most voluptuous of group turns around,
and
points to herself, a questioning look on her face...]

MAN : [nodding] You are my TWO favorite people!!

[The woman does a little jump, and runs to the ring, bouncing all the
way, the man holds open the ropes for her, and whisper's something
into
her ear, she nods, looking serious...]

MAN : Anyways, im not here to flirt with big chested dumb blonde's all
night, im here to introudce YOU, yes YOU the fans of the GCW.... if
there are any yet, to ME! The man who is gonna have rule of the GCW...
my name is...

[The music has now totally faded out, and a drum roll beat begins, a
crowd, obviously on tape, due to the lack of live audience, begins to
cheer, the Man waves a hand, and the crowd cut's off, as does the drum
roll...]

MAN : SHANE MACMURCHY!!

[The bimbo in the ring jumps up and down, and plants a kiss on Shane's
cheek....]

MACMURCHY : Now, I know what your all thinking... WHO THE HELL IS
SHANE
MACMURCHY!! Well I am no less than the man who is going TAKE CONTROL
of
the GCW, im going to DOMINATE, I will be YOUR RULER, your IDOL, and
you
will ALL BY MY MERCHANDISING!!!! Why? Because you cant help it!! You
wanna be with the "in" crowd, and trust me, Shane MacMurchy and being
in
and going to be one in the same, for the year of 1998! I am the real
deal of Professional Wrestling! Im the man all ladies want, and all
men
want to be like!!!

[Shane pauses...]

MACMURCHY : Ok that last thing I said was dumb... but moving right
along!! The GCW is SOOOOOOOOO anxious to get me in a match, im
wrestling
THE VERY FIRST NIGHT!! Of course I understand the fact that they could
NEVER find someone matching my skill to wrestle me.... but I certainly
was not expecting a cake walk my first night out!!

[Shane pauses again seeming to think this over...]

MACMURCHY : All right, so I was... so I guess it would not have
mattered
what sheep they sent to the slaughter... but it looks like the unlucky
guy is none other than JOSEPH MAZE! Mr. Maze, before I showcase my
plethora of talent's to the GCW, I want you to be assured that there
MUST ALWAYS be a loser in every match... and also be assured that in
my
matches, it's ALWAYS going to be my opponent... Now, as...

[As Shane speaks, 5 men dressed in black drop in from the rafters to
the
ring! They start walking towards Shane, quickly thinking, Shane grabs
the bimbo and throws her at two of them, knocking them over and out!
Two
more run head on at Shane but he drops and slams into their legs,
tripping them up, and over the top rope!! The last man runs after
Shane,
but is met with a Superkick to the head! He drops and Shane runs to
the
top rope! He leaps off, does a sommersault and SLAMS down onto the
man's
head with a headbutt!! Suddenly liters (of very fake blood) gush from
the man's head! Shane runs from the ring to get away from the spray,
and
is picked up by another camera, a little ways away from the ring...]

MACMURCHY : HA! Im SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO great! That's what your gonna
get when you mess with me! GCW, your present and your future stands
before you, and Saturday, January 17th, you will ALL witness first
hand,
the beginning of my DRIVE TO THE TITLE!!

[MacMurchy suddenly gets a scared look on his face and runs away!
Moments later the bimbo passes by the camera! She looks pissed off,
and
she is running after Shane! BounceBounceBounceBounce....]

<Studio Fades In>

McMullen: What an array of personalities

Forte:  My pick for first ever GCW champion is gonna be Jordan Thorn,
I
ain't even got to see this dude wrestle to know that he has the
stuff....

Boyd:  He seems like he wants it enough, but once again, it is too
early to
predict anything.  Half of these guys have never been tested in the
ring

McMullen:  So true, so true.  Well fans, its time we send the lovely
Krista
up in the crowd to take any questions or comments our studio audience
may
have........take it away Krista...

(As McMullen finishes his sentence, Krista, dressed in a short skirt
and
wearing a half-shirt walks into the studio audience with a
microphone.)

Krista:  Ok, I have Shawn up here, and he wants to know a little about
the
title situation

McMullen:  Ok, lets hear it Shawn......

Shawn:  Ok, well, I was just wondering......You seem to have a lot of
great
superstars here in the GCW, whats going to decide who is going to get
the
titles?

McMullen:  Very good question Shawn, well, after the Superstars of the
GCW
have proven themselves, tournaments will be held to decide the titles.
More on this will be worked out on a later.

Krista:  Next I have Jenn, and she wants to make a comment on Terribly
Dangerous.

Jenn:  Hi, I just want to say that I think Terribly Dangerous is like,
the
coolest tag team in the world.  I just think they are so cute, and I
was
wondering If you could give me their phone numbers?

McMullen:  Hahahaha, well Krista, we're not at liberty to give out any
of
our employees phone numbers, but you can write to Terribly Dangerous
c/o
GCW at mrn...@concentric.net.  This is also the place to send all your
questions and comments that will appear in this section of From the
Core.

Boyd:  Well GCW fans, thats all the time it looks like we're going to
have
right now.  Remember, From the Core will air on Sunday, then on
Tuesday
again....and then we will have our inaugural card on Saturday.  There
are
still two more chances to get flashes in before the card.

McMullen:  Ok, be sure to watch the next GCW: From the Core, it
promises to
be even more action packed, since tempers will be flaring.......
Thanks for
tuning in, and goodnight.

<The GCW: From the Core theme starts up once again.  The camera pans
throughout the studio and audience until it fades out>

Dainja
Co-President of the GCW
GCW Webmaster
dai...@fwb.gulf.net
http://www.xoom.com/gcw/

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