"Of course I will help you Biggie"

Gunther watched as Biggie looked at the door. He looked around the locker room.

"Okay, so I wasn't being completely honest earlier"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the Dark Knights did kidnap Anna. But I knew about it. In fact, Anna and I planned it ourselves."

Gunther looked at Biggie

"Wait. You planned it? Why?"

"We're leaving the NLWF after City of Evil Gunther. Me, Nick, Corey, Jason, KID, and anyone else who wants to follow us. We're starting up our own company, Fight the World. It's going to be a company where there isn't any backstage nonsense like there is here in the NLWF. We'd like you to come with us. What do you say?"

Gunther thought about it.

"So, you've been pretending to be in Bad Company this whole time?"

"Correct"

"Well, I don't exactly understand what Bad Company is doing, but I don't just want to leave everything"

"Gunther, FTW suits you so much better. You don't have to worry about trying to compete with Chuck for 'Sex Icon' status. We all know that you are the one true Sex God. There will be no debating that in FTW. Gunther, we're just going to go out and put on great shows. Isn't that what you want?"

"You're right. I just want to go out and have a good time, spreading the Gunther way of life."

"Thats exactly what Fight the World offers. So are you in?"

"I'm in. But on one condition."

"What's that?"

"If I beat Corey Casey for the North American Title tonight, I can throw it away. And make my own title belt."

"Sure. Do whatever you want. We're just happy to have you aboard."

"Sounds great. So why did you need me for a 'plan'?"

"Well, see, we need to make Bad Company think that they are in control the entire time."

"So you need me to pretend to rescue her?"

"Bingo Gunther. We need you to go out there and rescue her. She's going to be on top of the stage, like, on top of the set. Is that going to be a problem?"

"No, not at all, I have just the idea"

"Okay. So you can save her. And I'll win the match. It'll make everything seem legitimate, until the end. Where we announce Fight the World"

"I can do it."

"Thanks a ton Gunther. This helps a lot"


.................In the future...................


Gunther looked out of the limousine window. Ottawa grew closer. Weird city. Gunther had never been to Ottawa before. But he had his first ever match in Fight the World at Biggie's house. He was fighting Corey in a rematch.



He looked at the new title by his side. The XXX title, that he had made after City of Evil. It was on the line in his match at Global Takeover. He didn't really care. To be honest, he didn't even really care if he won the match. He had already done what he had set out to do.

His limo pulled up at a large hotel. He walked in, with loads of security holding the screaming women back. He blew them a kiss. He walked into the hotel. The receptionist, a man, walked up to him.

"Gunther, you are in the penthouse suite on the top floor. We hope that is okay. It has extra large beds, specifically for you."

"Much appreciated. What about the women?"

"Well, we set up a line outside. With a direct path up to your room. And another one for exiting. So we can have a pretty constant flow of women in and out of your room, as soon as you are ready."

"Perfect. I would like some time alone in my room before I start with the women. How many do you estimate are in line?"

"I would guess there's roughly three hundred out there."

"Hmmm...Not a record, but it should do good enough. Make sure they only go once though. I can't be favouring anyone."

"Of course Gunther sir. We wouldn't dream of letting anyone in twice. They know that they are only allowed one sex session. It was in the forms that they signed."

"Ah yes, the legal documents. Those are very important. You have all of those collected somewhere?"

"Of course Gunther, we have them in our safe back here. We couldn't risk losing any of them"

"Yes. I can't risk getting sued again. It doesn't help my public image, you know?"

"Oh, I understand Gunther sir. Here are your keys, and just call down to the front when you want me to start sending the ladies up."

"I shall. Thank you sir. Much love. Spread the Gunther trend"

Gunther took the keys and made his way upstairs. He entered his room, which was really just the entire top floor. There was plenty of beds, and lots of places where he could do a variety of women. It was perfect. Just like he had asked. He looked at his cell phone. He saw that he had a missed call, from Jonas. He dialled his number.

"Hello, this is the Bass"

"Jonas, its Gunther."

"Hey Gunther, how are you doing?"

"I am quite well. Did you watch my match last week?"

"Of course I did Gunther. Wouldn't dream of missing it. It was quite something. You really showed Corey Casey that you were for real. I don't think he'll ever have kids again"

"Me neither. I had to teach him a lesson. And teach him one I did."

"So now what? You are the XXX champion, is what I heard, and you have a rematch this week?"

"Correct. Corey gets me again. But this time, he's not going to underestimate me"

"Do you think you that you can win again?"

"To be honest Jonas, I don't even care if I win. I proved my point. I succeeded in my goal"

"What was your goal?"

"My goal was to successfully surprise one opponent and beat him senseless. I did just that. I owned Corey Casey. I completed my goal"

"But you are still going to wrestle right?"

"Oh yes, I will still wrestle. But I don't care if I win or lose. I'm here to promote the Gunther trend. And that's exactly what I am going to do."

"Well, I guess. You're doing a pretty good job of spreading it. I've been hearing it all over the club scene. Speaking of which, can I ask a favour?"

"Anything for you Jonas."

"Do you think I could get tickets to Global Takeover? I'm in Ottawa Tuesday night because I play at a club the next day, and I would love to watch you and the rest of the show"

"Of course I could my friend. Just tell them that Gunther left you a ticket."

"Thank you Gunther. It will give me something to do."

"Of course. I look forward to seeing you there Jonas"

"I look forward to watching it. I think you'll put up a good fight against Corey."

"I plan on it. I'll give him a fight. He's better than me, there's no doubt about it. But he doesn't have that sexual advantage that I bring to the ring."

"Nobody has that advantage Gunther. Except for you. You're the man"

"You are the man as well Jonas. I look forward to seeing you. But right now I have three hundred women who are lined up outside, waiting for me. Literally."

"All right, I'll talk to you later Gunther. Keep it sexy"

"I always do. Keep on partying"

Gunther hung up the phone. He walked over to one of the windows and looked out. He saw the line-up of women outside of the hotel. Some of them were literally jumping around. He looked down at his pants.

"You ready?"

The front of his pants shook up and down, signalling a yes. He walked over to the phone, and dialed downstairs

"Yes Gunther?"

"I am ready. Send them up."

"Right away Gunther sir"

Gunther put dow the phone. He looked down again.

"Ready for action!"

It grew so quickly that it tore the front of his pants. He discarded the ripped leather pants and removed his jacket. He waited. There was a knock at the door.

"Enter"

Four girls walked into the room. The immediately stopped when they saw Gunther, completely naked.

"Oh my god, Gunther, we love you so much, its amazing!"

Their eyes slowly travelled to his lower half.

"HOLY FUCK"

Gunther didn't change his expression. The girls quickly moved in for a closer look.

"This thing is the size of a fucking horse. And not a horse's dick, a straight up horse!"

"I know ladies. Thats why there are four of you here"

"How will it fit in us? No one is that big"

"Trust me ladies, I know all the tricks of the trade. This is going to fit inside of you, just like it has fit inside of every other girl that I have slept with. Which is more than one can count."

"Gunther, you really are the Sex God"

"Yes. I know. What are you four waiting for? Wouldn't you like to get started?"

"Of course we would. Sorry we've kept you waiting so long. We'll get started."

Five hours later

Gunther walked out of the hotel. He decided that he would go for a walk. He wasn't tired from the hundreds of women that he had just had sex with, but he wanted some fresh air. He decided that he would walk to a bar. But he didn't want to be recognized, because the women would be all over him. What could he do to disguise himself? Ah yes. The perfect disguise. He walked over to the closet. He put on a pair of leather pants, and a black shirt. He grabbed his leather jacket. He walked over to his mirror, and combed his hair back into his world-famous mullet. He looked in the drawer. He pulled out the ultimate disguise. The circular glasses. What a perfect disguise. Nobody would recognize him with the circular glasses on. It was amazing. Gunther was a genius.

He walked downstairs and over past the front desk. The receptionist who he had talked to earlier eyed him suspiciously.

"Excuse me sir, but how did you get in here? You aren't allowed to be here unless you have a room"

"But I am Gunther"

"Yeah, right, and I'm David Hasselhoff. Lets go man"

"No, I am serious"

Gunther pulled out his regular square glasses and put them on. The man looked at him.

"Oh my god. I am so sorry Gunther. I didn't recognize you at all with those circular glasses."

"I know. That was my intention. I wanted to go for a walk, but without having women all over me."

"Well, I think you'll be okay. Its a great disguise"

"Thanks. I thought so too"

Gunther walked out onto the street. Usually, if he did that with no security, he would have women all over him in an instant. Luckily, thanks to his disguise, there was nothing happening. He felt great. The first time he had ever walked alone down the street without woman being all over him in twelve years. He walked to a bar that look rather nice, and sat down. He immediately noticed a woman sitting next to him, with a man. The man looked to be her boyfriend, but he was yelling at her. The bartender was looking at him awkwardly. He was not treating her with the respect that a woman deserved. Gunther stood up.

"Excuse me gentleman. Do not talk to a lady like that"

The man looked up at him.

"Oh? And who the fuck are you to tell me how to treat my girlfriend?!"

"I'm not your girlfriend anymore Jim"

"The woman speaks for herself Mr. Jim. Unhand her"

"Do you want to die clown? My buddies and I will end you, right now."

"I don't care what you do. Just unhand the girl."

"You asked for it."

The man picked up the wooden barstool and smashed it over Gunthers head. Gunther used the power of his moustache to completely no-sell the shot. He just stared at the man in front of him, who looked shocked. He stepped back, and threw a punch at Gunther. He threw another. None of them hit Gunther.

The man motioned for his buddies to come and help. They looked at him strangely, as they swung their fists at him, but again, nothing connected. One of them said something.

"Dude, I think this is Gunther"

The others looked at him.

"Are you stupid? Gunther has square glasses. This guy has circular ones. He's obviously not Gunther."

"You're right, I'm stupid. How could it be?"

They kept trying to hit him with everything they could, but nothing happened. Gunther decided it was time.

He pulled off the circular glasses, and pulled out his square ones. He put them on.

"It is Gunther! Fuck!"

They tried to punch again, but they missed. Gunther looked at them.



"Don't you know any better? You can't touch me"

"Why the fuck not?!"

"Because. I only let the ladies touch me."

With that, Gunther picked up one of the men, and threw him ten feet across the room and out the door. He looked at the other men, who ran away. But the original man stood there, anger in his eyes. He ran at Gunther, but hit something hard about nine feet away from Gunther. He dropped. He looked up and saw the nine foot bulge in Gunther's pants. Gunther ran, and hit him with the patented three legged drop, then penis kipped up. He picked up the unconscious man and threw him out the door. He walked back into the bar. Everyone was staring at him. And they started to clap for him.

"Thank you, thank you."

The woman came up to him.

"Thank you Gunther. I owe you."

"You do not. I did it for love. I do everything for love. It's just part of the Gunther trend. You should become a follower if you truly believe that you owe me."

"Oh, I will Gunther. I will"

The bartender came up to Gunther.

"Mr. Gunther. We would be delighted if you could sing us a song. Just one song."

"Well, I think I could make something work.

He yelled

"SUNSHINE GIRLS. ASSEMBLE"

Literally four seconds later, the Sunshine Girls were walking into the bar. They got up on the small stage that was set up. Gunther pulled out a back track tape from his jacket, and threw it to the DJ.



"I'm your pussy, I'm your pussy pussycat
I'm your tiger, if you want me like that

Come taste my milk
Mmm taste my milk"

"Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more like that"
"Mmm I'm your pussy pussycat"
"Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more like that"
"Mmm I'm your tiger, your pussycat"

"When the sun goes down, I'm naked and hot
My body is feeling hunger
Come come come taste my lips
My uhmm is stiff
I can tend it much longer"

"I want to hold you in my arms and never let you go
Come and kiss me I want to so"

"Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more like that"
"Mmm I'm your pussy pussycat"
"Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more like that"
"Mmm I'm your tiger, your pussycat"

"Oh babe, babe babe babe"
"Love love love me, meow!!!"

"When the sun goes down, I'm sexy and wild
My mind is ready to hunt
Come come kiss me here, lick me there
Give me a lot of I want"

"Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more like that"
"Mmm I'm your pussy pussycat"
"Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more like that"
"Mmm I'm your tiger, your pussycat"

"Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more like that"
"Mmm I'm your pussy pussycat"
"Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more like that"
"Mmm I'm your tiger, your pussycat"

"Oh babe, babe babe babe"
"Meow!!! "

Gunther looked at the crowd as they went wild for his song. Truly a great song. It told a very important story. A message of sorts. It was excellent. Truly a good way to spread the Gunther trend. In fact, he had just though of another way that he would be able to spread his Gunther trend. After he had called for his limo, and gotten inside safely, he called Biggie.

"This is Brandon."

"Hello. This is Gunther. I hope this isn't too forward, but I must speak to your wife. It pertains to Global Takeover and Fight the World. Since she is the General Manager, I must speak with her"

"Okay, sure I guess. Hold on a moment."

Gunther waited.

"Hello?"

"Hello Mrs Macdonald. So nice to talk to you"

"Thank you Gunther. What can I do for you?"

"Well. I have an idea for the opening of Global Takeover"

"Oh really? And what might that be?"

"Let me sing one song. It may be one of my most famous songs of all time. Its called Like Fire Tonight. Let me sing it to open the show. It will help attract people. When they hear that my song is playing, they will flock to it."

"Ummm. So you want to open the show with a song?"

"Yes, precisely"

"Hmmm. Well, to be honest, I don't see a problem with that. Just as long as it is only one song"

"Yes, it will only be Like Fire Tonight."

"Alright, that sounds fine to me. You can open the show with a song. I'm sure everyone would love to hear it"

"Thank you Mrs. Macdonald. It will not disappoint."

"All right. Goodbye and good luck Gunther"

"Goodbye"

Gunther hung up the phone and watched as downtown Ottawa flew by him. He was excited for Global Takeover. What a place to spread his message, through song. It was going to be a wonderful day. A very wonderful day indeed.


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Corey Casey. So we meet again.

Last week, you completely underestimated me. And you were the first to admit it after it happened. I like that. It shows me that you now have some respect for me. You may hate me all you want, but you respect me. Because you know that I truly am capable of defeating you. Its happened before and it very well could happen again.

But I don't believe it will. But I don't care. I accomplished by goal Corey Casey. I embarrassed you. Humiliated you. It was every funny. How was your love life this past week? Non-existent? Thats what I thought.

Corey, you are a very self-absorbed man. And I can't blame you. With your, well, "shortcomings", who wouldn't try to be the big bad bully? When I kicked you, it was like I was kicking a tater tot. So I guess I just gave you an excuse.

Girl: "Wow, why is it so small?"

Corey: "GUNTHER KICKED IT THAT WAY. I SWEAR!"

Sure thing Corey. It's a wonder you managed to get anyone pregnant with that thing. Its a travesty to all. An embarassment. The truth hurts, yes, I know. And I'm sorry. I'm sure you really are a great guy. And I'll bet you do well in bed, considering you have a, how do I put this, slight handicap.

I'm sorry Corey. That was uncalled for. I got carried away. I'm sure you didn't want the world to learn of your size that way. So I apologize. But not really

But now, our match. You have everything to gain and lose in this match. If you win, thats great. Its what everyone expected anyways. Everyone expects you to come out firing, trying to prove that you really are better than me. What happens if I lose? Nothing. Its expected. If I win though, it only ends horribly for you. You will have lost twice in a row. To Gunther. The Sex God.

The legendary Corey Casey, losing twice in two weeks, to a guy most people laugh off. Well, after last week, who's laughing? Not you, thats for sure. My foot was laughing.

I didn't make a bad decision coming to Fight the World. In fact, I made the best decision. Everyone who joined Fight the World made the best decision. Why would I stay with the guy who consistently claims that he has slept with more women than me, when that is literally not possible. I don't like Chuck Matthews. He creeps me out. Going for all of his daughters friends. What a strange little man.

Corey, you are so excited for our match. You want to tear me apart. I don't care. First of all, you aren't going to do that. Sure, you'll probably beat me. But I'm not going to let you destroy me. It will be a closer fight than you might expect.

Your hatred blinds you Corey Casey. You fail to see that I actually have some talent as a wrestler. You underestimated me in our first match? Well, now it seems that if anything will be the cause of your downfall, it will be your anger. Anger never leads to anything good. You make bad decisions when you are angry, and it usually comes back to haunt you.

Corey, you are not going to get this match as easy as you plan to. I'm going to put up a fight. I like the XXX Championship. I want to be the first one to actually win it. But sometimes, I need to face reality. There's a good chance that I won't. And I am okay with that. But I am just here to tell you that you will not be able to walk all over me. Your going to get into a fight. A fight with the sexiest wrestler in the history of professional wrestling. You know, I don't usually quote any wrestlers. But here's one that I'd like to use.

Corey Casey, what'cha gonna do...When GuntherMania runs wild on you?

Oh, and come on. Again with the childish insults? A groin-kicking fetish? Questionable managers? Last time I checked, my managers were all the exact same as you.

They didn't have a penis.