Hood: Did you see the video of him chokeslamming that fool in the fight club?

Rockwell: Isn't the #1 rule of fight club that no one talks about fight club?

*The super sexy rock hardening version of James Bond's iconic theme "James Bond's Theme" begins to play. Fans within the arena are like "Wow, this rocks HARD!" others are like "This sounds vaguely familiar..." women and feminine men are like "I think I kinda wanna fuck whoever emerges from behind that curtain." It is a song that appeals to ALL demos. Puffer steps through the curtain looking very aware...he takes in his surroundings, in search of a mystery. A singular spotlight shines on him...the camera zooms in...Puffer turns, facing directly at the camera with one eyebrow raised as his visage is captured within a very 007-esque circle. Once all that has taken place, Puffer marches down the ramp, toward the ring, with the spotlight following. He rolls into the ring and pops to his feet, placing a hand over his eyes, scouring the fans in search of the missing Warrick Hill.*

Rockwell: Puffer's search for Warrick Hill took him to Omaha this past week.

Hood: I really don't think Derek Mobley wanted Warrick found. That's not something you trust to a guy like Puffer.

Lissandra Thomas: I agree, you want to find someone, you hire someone like Dave, not a jobber like this guy.

Rockwell: You may still think of Jack Puffer as a jobber, but he's actually got a winning record right now in the GCWA.

Lissandra Thomas: Wins over Xtreme don't count, unless you break his ankle.

*Dylan's laughter can be heard, even as the Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Well, it's time to get some questions answered. Can Puffer hold his own against a stronger opponent? And what can a man like Dave Branson do in his first wrestling match in the GCWA?

Lissandra Thomas: Send a message, Dave!

*Puffer, finishing his unsuccessful search of the GCWA audience, shakes his head and turns, walking to the center of the ring. He then looks up, and up, to see Dave Branson standing there in front of him, smiling. Puffer's strong detective skills help him realize that he's vastly outsized in this contest. Not one to back down, Puffer starts throwing punches into Branson's midsection, hitting shot after shot. Branson absorbs them, shrugging them off, still smiling. Puffer, realizing this strategy, steps back and talks to the referee, apparently asking what the rules are in this one. The referee looks stunned, not knowing what to say, even as Branson steps forward, grabbing Puffer around the throat!! He's already set to end it with his finisher, FIXED! But as Branson starts to lift... Puffer starts lashing out with knees, inadvertently catching Branson with a low blow!! Branson lets go of Puffer, coughing, with Puffer having saved himself.*

Rockwell: Puffer goes low to survive!

Lissandra Thomas: What a cheap move!

Rockwell: And how many low blows has Dylan Thomas landed in his career here?

Hood: Shut up, Adrian! Sorry about that, Lissandra.

Lissandra Thomas: Don't apologize for someone else's ignorance, Hood.

*With Branson temporarily incapacitated, Puffer gets a headlock and punches away, trying to do more damage to the large wrestler. Branson shows his strength, though, lifting Puffer up and tossing him backwards. To everyone's surprise, including Puffer, the Good Detective lands on his feet. He goes off the ropes and comes back with a running back elbow into the back of Branson's neck, knocking him forwards. Puffer hits the ropes again with more momentum, trying to smash Branson straight out of the ring, but the second shot doesn't do it, nor the third. Puffer goes back to the well one more time, but this time Branson turns as Puffer runs in, raising his leg to boot Puffer right in the face! Puffer goes down, with Branson shaking his head to clear the cobwebs from the multiple hits he took.*

Rockwell: One kick is all it takes to shift the momentum.

Hood: Did you see the size of that boot? Of course it shook Puffer up, it would shake ANYBODY up!

Lissandra Thomas: You see, Dylan? We have nothing to worry about, Dave will take care of this.

*Branson stomps back over to Puffer, pulling him off the mat. Puffer tries a weak swing, but Branson blocks it, catching the arm in close. He then slams Puffer with repeated headbutts, leaving Puffer wobbling on his feet. The A-List Fixer looks expressionless again, Puffer's attacks having wiped the smile from his face. He drags Puffer over to the corner, lifting him up and dropping him hard on the turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes variation. Puffer collapses to his knees, with a kick from Branson putting his head on the bottom turnbuckle. Branson steps back... then viciously kicks Puffer in the head, driving his face into the turnbuckle!! The crowd gasps from the viciousness of this hit, as Branson drags Puffer out of the corner and puts a hand on him for the cover... 1... 2... but Puffer manages to kick out!*

Hood: That was brutal!

Lissandra Thomas: The true definition of a 'curb stomp'.

Hood: That's how it's done in the real world! Puffer's lucky to still be conscious!

*Back in control, Branson has Puffer up, popping him a few times in the corner with sharp jabs. Puffer looks glassy-eyed, his thoughts shaky. Branson coughs for a second, still feeling the pain from earlier, but he shakes it off like a true professional. He lines up Puffer and runs forward for another big boot. But this time Puffer moves, and Branson ends up hamstrung over the ropes! That doesn't help Branson's pain, even as Puffer runs to the ropes and returns, throwing his body weight into Branson to send him toppling to the outside! Puffer hangs onto the ropes, looking down at Branson, as if about to try a high-risk maneuver. But, knowing this is outside his comfort zone, Puffer instead just steps through the ropes and carefully comes down off the apron, landing next to Branson. He starts kicking at the larger wrestler, content to keep him down for now.*

Rockwell: Jack Puffer has Dave Branson in trouble!

Hood: Nah, that can't be it...

Lissandra Thomas: Baby, maybe you should...

*Dylan Thomas is already on his feet, grabbing the chair he was sitting on and folding it up. At the nearby corner of the ring, Puffer is continuing his assault, landing some forearm uppercuts to keep Branson from fully recovering. He grabs Branson by the head, thinking about banging his forehead into the side of the turnbuckle post. But before Puffer can finish his motion, Dylan Thomas is there, hammering Puffer in the back with the chair!! Puffer collapses to the ground, hurting badly from the impact. Dylan steps over him, showing no respect, and ignores the referee's warnings from inside the ring. He talks to Branson, making sure the big man is doing okay. Branson nods, telling Dylan he didn't need any help, but it was appreciated nonetheless.*

Rockwell: So is this why Branson requires a No Disqualification rule, to allow Dylan to save him?

Lissandra Thomas: There was no saving involved. Dave could have easily turned this around. Dylan just wanted to help his friend.

Hood: There's nothing wrong with that.

Hood: Says a man who doesn't understand friendship.

*Branson finishes recovering, stretching out his back, before turning towards Dylan and nodding. The two men turn to grab Puffer... who's not there anymore. Both wrestlers look around, confused, but Puffer's nowhere to be seen. Lissandra, from the announce table, stands up, looking around as well. Dylan's the first one to figure it out, realizing that most likely place Puffer could have gone is hiding under the ring. He shakes his head, telling it to Branson, and then looks under, searching around. He doesn't see anything in the darkness, apparently, so he crawls underneath the ring instead, disappearing from view. Branson leans over to try to see what's going on, but he still can't see. He looks around, seeing the nearby fans, and walks over to them, 'requesting' their phone to use. The fans step back... and Jack Puffer pops up in front of them, swinging a lady's purse into the side of Branson's skull!!! Branson staggers away, as Puffer hops over the railing, swinging again and again!*

Rockwell: Puffer fooled us all, hiding in almost plain sight!

Rockwell: The longer a woman has a purse, the more items accumulate, making it a potentially serious weapon!

Lissandra Thomas: Dylan! Come back out!!

*Branson appears to have been cut open, showing that the bag definitely contains something heavy. After one more hit that sends a hurting Branson back into the ring, Puffer turns and tosses the purse back towards the fans. They make sure it gets to the rather large-looking lady who Puffer borrowed it from. She seems content on how it was used. Puffer slides back into the ring, moving up on the staggered Branson, and jumps onto his back, applying a sleeper hold! He manages to lock it on correctly, hanging on as Branson staggers back and forth, trying to free himself. The referee slides around them, checking to see if Branson is going to tap out, or even pass out. Branson drops to a knee, trying to find some oxygen, but then manages to rise back up. He refuses to stay down, trying to pry Puffer's arms loose.*

Lissandra Thomas: You can do it! Throw him off!

Rockwell: Is it okay for you to get worked up like this, with you pregnant and all?

Hood: She'll be fine, Adrian, and so will Branson now that Dylan is back!

*Dylan Thomas has come out from under the ring, looking flustered. He had heard all the noise above, but it took time to get back out. He comes into the ring, brandishing his steel chair once again. As Dylan starts to come at Puffer's exposed back, though, Branson suddenly starts driving backwards, having decided to crush Puffer into the corner! Dylan has no time to react, being driven back as well, with the three men, and the steel chair, smashing together into the turnbuckle!!! Branson takes a step forward, shaking his head confusingly, before falling forward to the mat! Puffer drops to the side, holding onto the ropes, gasping for air. Dylan is just hanging in the corner, his chair having fallen, forgotten, next to him. Nobody looks in great shape as the referee stays close, waiting to see what happens.*

Lissandra Thomas: Dylan!!

Rockwell: Looks like Lissandra is leaving us to check on her husband.

Hood: I don't blame her, Dylan just got caught in some terrible cross-fire!

*Dylan slowly falls out of the corner, rolling towards the apron, where Lissandra is there to meet him. She checks on him, looking concerned. In the meantime, Dave Branson is trying to get back up, looking dazed. It's impossible to tell where the chair did the most damage, but it definitely affected both wrestlers. He slowly makes his way over to where Puffer is trying to rise up. He goes for Puffer's throat once again, dragging him up. He pulls Puffer towards the center of the ring, deciding that it's time to end it, even if he's currently seeing two of his opponent. He balances back and forth, clearing his head, before lifting Puffer up for FIXED!! But as Puffer goes up, he breaks free of Branson's grip with some sort of hand hold, twisting around and landing behind him. He scoops the chair off the ground, and as Branson turns, Puffer nails him again in the head! Branson falls backwards to the mat, with Puffer immediately grabbing him by the legs and sending him up with a catapult into the corner. Puffer then grabs him from behind, landing Under The Lights (Backstabber)!!! With Branson down, Puffer makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The Good Detective" Jack Puffer!!