Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*You did it. You survived another crazy week of life! Congratulations! It's always worth celebrating not being dead. Unless you are dead, and watching this. In which case, good for you, you're proof that ghosts exist! It works either way, so if you're not sure if you're dead or alive, you can still sit down at your computer to watch the latest Friday Night Inferno!*

*(And if you fell through your chair and can't touch any of the keys, you have your answer. Go haunt one of those Hayley Joel Osment kids.)*

*The feed comes on, and we once again hear "The Voice" of the GCWA. By now, you have a pretty good idea who it is (assuming you saw the last two episodes, and if you haven't, go watch them first!)*

Voice: The light of The Global Championship Wrestling Association continues to burn brighter!

*The clip reel begins to run, first showing the return of the Danger Boiz and watching them successfully take down the Wrath of the Storm. This is followed by Duce Jones managing to take down R. M. Strong in a competitive contest. We then go to the Round Robin Tournament, where The Big Bifford is shown giving Ed Houston his first loss, while Lurrr remained undefeated in large part thanks to help from Rick Mathis. We see all four wrestlers in stand-alone frames, looking up, as Derek "The Thriller" Mobley appears at the top, holding the GCWA World Heavyweight Title.*

Voice: Tonight, the tournament... comes to an end.

*Flames begin to grow on all sides, illuminating every square inch of the screen. In the flames, shots of different wrestling maneuvers are shown. Souled Out. Blastoff. The Perfect Finisher. The Biff End. The Wake Up Call. Each as impressive as you would expect. In the center of the flames, standing without fear, is the son of the Accelerator, Jonathan Barrows, better known to the wrestling world as the masked wrestler, Pryde. He nods towards the camera, a serious expression on his face.*

Jonathan Barrows: Welcome to the new era.

*The fury of the flames overtakes Barrows, as he disappears from sight. With a rush, a classic mix of music begins to play, signalling the intro to the show.*

*Throughout the flames, images of the various wrestlers competing in the company flash by, some doing their signature maneuvers, others posing for the camera. As the music hits a crescendo, the screen blows apart, and we are now at the United Supermarkets Arena in Lubbock, Texas! The fans have packed in for tonight's show, although it's clear that some seating has been taped off. But at least, for the seats that were for sale, it looks like a strong audience. The camera swings down the line, showing some fans with signs supporting Ed Houston, The Lost Soul, and others. We reach the announce desk, where, surprisingly, three individuals are sitting. One is former GCWA wrestler Adrian Rockwell, now full-time announcer. Next to him is one of the most well-known e-fed announcers in the world, Hood. And finally... we have someone else, wearing a gaudy tweed suit and wearing thick glasses.*

Rockwell: We're here once again, live, for Friday Night Inferno!

Hood: Or we taped this the night before, and you're just seeing it now. It's new to you!

Rockwell: Quiet, Hood. Well, ladies and gentlemen, as you know, I'm Adrian Rockwell, once again joined by Hood. But this time, we've got a third man joining in the action with us, per the orders of the Barrows brothers. This is...

Man: I can speak for myself, thank you very much.

Rockwell: Oh! Sorry...

Man: My name is Chaz Moorehead, and I'm here to attempt to correct this announce team and bring it to modern standards.

Hood: Fix the announce team? Are you talking about Rockwell or me, because I need to know whether to be offended.

Chaz Moorehead: I'm not trying to offend anyone. I just speak the truth. You guys are terrible, and so I'm here to make it better. Although I don't know if even I can fix this place.

Rockwell: ... Yeah, we're just going to get moving in the show. Tonight, folks, we've got for you the finals of the GCWA Round Robin Tournament!

Hood: Yes! Lurrr's going to take it all tonight!

Rockwell: I wouldn't rule out Ed Houston, who can defeat Lurrr tonight to tie up the tournament! And then, we could have as much as a three-way Finals match!

Chaz Moorehead: Hmph. I just hope the elderly men wake up in time for their wrestling contests. It's so depressing to have to rely on talent that's past their prime. Like you guys.

Hood: Adrian, you used to fight. Take this guy out!

Rockwell: You just want me to do it, because then I'll be the one to take the heat.

Hood: That, and you also punch harder.

Rockwell: We're expecting to have our first match here in just... wait. What's that? Speak up!

Chaz Moorehead: It is entirely unprofessional to take a phone call during a broadcast, something I thought even you neanderthals would know.

Hood: It's not a phone call, it's the producers backstage, asswipe!

Rockwell: I'm being told that we need to go to cameras backstage. It's sounding chaotic back there.

*The footage cuts back to what appears to be the parking garage, where we see the camera being maneuvered into position. A trash can comes flying through the shot, smashing down onto the back of another person, knocking him flat. The trash can goes back up, then turns over, dumping its contents out. The cameraman takes a step back, presumably to avoid debris, and we get a clearer view of what's going on. The man on the ground appears to be Rick Mathis, long-time ally of Lurrr. The wrestler holding the trash can, who simply drops the empty can onto Mathis, is The Lost Soul! He steps off to the side, out of sight, as Mathis tries to recover.*

Hood: These guys are fighting again??

Rockwell: On last week's show, Mathis joined with Lurrr in a sneak-attack on The Lost Soul before their match, which many believe cost TLS the chance for a victory. It looks like TLS is getting some revenge!

*Mathis slowly pulls himself up, rubbing the back of his head where the can last landed. He staggers to his feet, looking around, and his eyes suddenly go wide. Suddenly, a golf cart comes flying into frame, at full speed, sideswiping Mathis!! The modified cart comes to a step, and The Lost Soul jumps out, his face expressionless behind his mask.*

Hood: Mathis just got run over!

Chaz Moorehead: Is this what happens here regularly? Pure barbarianism?

Rockwell: Honestly? More often than not, yep.

*Mathis is back up, but badly limping now from the hit he just took. A golf cart can't go that fast, but it can still do some damage. As The Lost Soul comes over, Mathis takes a few weak swings at him, landing a couple of shots. But he's been on the defensive too long, and there's not enough on them to do any real damage. The Lost Soul blocks one and starts slugging back, driving the hurting Mathis back against one of the cars in the lot. He grabs Mathis by the hair and bangs him off the car hood, sending him toppling backwards.*

Hood: Anyone notified Lurrr yet? He can still make it in time!

Rockwell: Who knows where he is right now?

Chaz Moorehead: Have you checked his social media?

Rockwell: I don't know if he even HAS social media!

*Mathis, still down, looks to be hurting pretty badly at this point. The camera slowly rises to the top of the car parked nearby, where The Lost Soul has climbed up. He positions himself, staring down at his prey, before leaping off and landing his somersault leg drop, better known to most wrestling fans as Souled Out!! The move hits perfectly, and Mathis looks out. The Lost Soul pulls himself back up, looking down on Mathis, before turning and calmly walking away. A few attendants come running up, finally able (or willing) to get involved, now that TLS is gone. They start checking on Mathis, as we head to break.*

*We come back from the break to outside the United Supermarkets Arena. An Uber has pulled up, stopping in the preferred parking area. After a few seconds, the door to the back of the Uber opens up, and Derek "The Thriller" Mobley steps out! Some cheers can be heard from the arena, as Mobley thanks the man inside the Uber, then walks away, heading towards the side entrance to the arena. Security guards, however, quickly step forward and stop him.*

Security: Excuse me, sir. You can't go in this way.

Derek Mobley: Oh, no, you don't understand. I'm not a fan. I'm the GCWA World Heavyweight Champion.

*Mobley smiles at the security guards, expecting them to recognize him. Unfortunately, that's not the problem.*

Security: I'm sorry, Mr. Mobley. We've been ordered to keep you out of the arena.

Derek Mobley: What? Why? Look, let me call Ace up, and we'll get this cleared up.

Security: The Accelerator isn't here tonight, Mr. Mobley. This is coming from Hunter Barrows. I'm sorry, truly. I was a fan.

*The "was a fan" statement has a major effect on Mobley, who steps away, looking downcast. Without another word, he turns and walks away. We cut to back inside. The cameras are still in the back parking garage. Medics are currently tending to Rick Mathis, who is conscious but in a lot of pain. Suddenly, Lurrr is there, pushing his way through the crowd. When the camera tries to get in closer, Lurrr turns and shoves them backwards, sending the cameraman head over heels. After a few seconds of focusing on a wall, the camera is eventually picked up, and focuses back on the action. Just from much further away. Lurrr is furiously talking to Mathis, who tries to sit up, but is too hurt to make it off the stretcher. Lurrr looks extremely frustrated as we leave the scene, heading to the announce table.*

Rockwell: Lurrr does not look pleased.

Hood: That's an understatement! One of his best friends in the world just got viciously assaulted for no reason whatsoever!

Rockwell: You don't think it had anything to do with, say, Mathis attacking TLS last week?

Hood: Nope, nothing at all. TLS is just a sadist.

Chaz Moorehead: I must agree. Anyone wearing a mask like that obviously has mental difficulties.

Rockwell: Well, you'll get to see them firsthand later on tonight, Chaz, as we'll be seeing TLS in action against The Big Bifford! But for now, let's get to our opening contest!

Singles Match
Chad Vargas (0-0) vs. Thunder (0-1)

Minos: Our first match... is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... from El Paso, TX... standing 6'3" and weighing 220 lbs... here is Thunder!!!

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder appears on the entryway, letting out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. Behind him, Lightning walks out. The two shout their names at each other, and then do a series of poses before walking towards the ring.*

Rockwell: Thunder made his debut last week along with his partner, Lightning, in a tag-team loss to The Danger Boiz.

Hood: I really didn't think we'd see either of these losers again.

Chaz Moorehead: Obviously you're not intelligent enough to see how free labor is such a boon to our organization at this present time.

Hood: You really want to get your ass kicked, don't you?

Chaz Moorehead: Touch me, and I will file a workplace harassment claim, and you will be out on the street where you belong.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 240 lbs... he is a former OCW World Heavyweight Champion, and an OCW Hall of Famer... from Knoxville, Tennessee... here is "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!!

*"Needle and the Spoon" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the speakers, earning a strong reaction from the crowd. Many are cheering, happy to have such a legendary wrestler here, but others are booing just out of pure instinct. Chad Vargas struts out of the back, barely acknowledging the crowd as he heads for the ring.*

Hood: I'm so psyched to have Chad Vargas in the GCWA!

Rockwell: Many years ago, Vargas wrestled for a short time in the company, but the GCWA is one of the few places he never held the gold. He's looking to correct that.

Chaz Moorehead: What I heard is that he's a racist.

Rockwell: Dude!

Chaz Moorehead: Just saying what I heard.

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: Let's see if Thunder can do anything to make this one competitive!

*Thunder is already striking the poses again from the corner, showing off his okay physique. Lightning is applauding, loving every minute of it. Vargas doesn't seem that impressed. He talks to the referee, wondering if this is really what's going on here in the GCWA. Thunder slowly walks forward, challenging Vargas to meet him in the center of the ring. With a smirk, Vargas walks forward, facing off with his opponent. Thunder takes a deep breath, then releases his Thunder Roar!! While it's still an impressive shout, it once again has no effect, as Vargas doesn't even step back. When Thunder, confused, stares at him, Vargas takes a deep breath... and then begins to unleash a string of profanity!! He curses Thunder backwards, causing the young wrestler to trip and fall back in the corner, completely awestruck. Vargas doesn't let him recover, though, continuing to curse him while beginning to stomp a mudhole on him in the corner!*

Chaz Moorehead: Oh my! What language!

Hood: There's no doubt that Chad Vargas is one of a kind!

Rockwell: Thunder doesn't appear to know what hit him!

*Vargas pulls Thunder up, taking a second to shout a few disparaging remarks at Lightning on the outside. He pulls Thunder to the center, then sends him to the canvas with a bionic elbow. He then throws in a leg drop before making a very loose cover. The referee is right there... 1... 2.. and Vargas pulls Thunder up, shaking his head and saying that's way too quick. He brings the hurting Thunder back up to his feet, balancing him for a second, before dropping him with a standing dragon sleeper DDT!! Thunder isn't moving, as Lightning jumps on the apron, yelling about how Vargas is cheating somehow. The referee tells Lightning to back down, but now Vargas is there, hitting a running forearm shot that sends Lightning flying back into the guardrail!! Lightning doesn't appear to be getting up, as Vargas gives a half-hearted 'apology' to the referee before going back to Thunder.*

Hood: Well, that ends Lightning's night!

Rockwell: Not even in a match, and he gets knocked out.

Chaz Moorehead: That has to be a violation of some sort.

*Vargas continues the abuse on Thunder, holding onto his neck and snapping him to the canvas with the Lethal Strike!! Thunder would probably be an easy cover at this point, but Vargas is having too good a time. He heads for the turnbuckle, going up top. He can take his time, as Thunder's legs are barely stirring. Vargas points down at him, then leaps with a frog splash, landing it perfectly! Since Vargas is on top for the pin, the ref slides in... 1... but Vargas immediately gets back off of Thunder. The ref, perplexed, wants him to end it, but Vargas doesn't have any interest in hearing what the ref has to say. He pulls Thunder up again, slapping him a few times to try and get him conscious enough to stay up. When Vargas is satisfied, he locks onto Thunder... and lands the Stroke!!! Now it's over, as Vargas finally puts one loose arm onto Thunder's chest. The ref, probably expecting that Vargas will lift up again, makes an extremely fast count... 1.. 2.. 3!!! The bell rings, signalling the quick end of this one.*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!!

Rockwell: A dominating win for the OCW legend!

Hood: Was there ever any doubt?

Chaz Moorehead: What a boring, pointless match.

Rockwell: The fans ended up getting what they wanted. Unfortunately for Thunder, it's another one in the loss column.

*The scene shifts to the back, where we go to the offices of the co-owners. Two of them are in today, Jonathan & Hunter Barrows. While Hunter sits in the corner, thinking things over, Jonathan is just finishing up a telephone call.*

Jonathan Barrows: No, don't worry about it, Dad. Everything is under control. You just get some rest. Food poisoning is never fun. What's that? Oh...

*Jonathan tilts away from the phone for a second, presumably hearing something that nobody wants to hear. After a few seconds, The Accelerator is apparently back on the line.*

Jonathan Barrows: Look, Dad, take the meds, get some sleep. We'll see you next week.

*Jonathan hangs up the phone, shaking his head and turning towards Hunter.*

Hunter Barrows: So he still wanted to come in?

Jonathan Barrows: Thank goodness for that nurse we bribed.

Hunter Barrows: Dad needs to stop pushing himself so hard. He's too damn old to be doing that. Making himself sick.

*Jonathan doesn't respond, instead calmly looking at the paperwork sitting on the desk.*

Jonathan Barrows: So, is everything good for later tonight?

Hunter Barrows: It...

*The office door suddenly slams open and both men turn around. The crowd begins to immediately boo as we see the ICON and GCWA Hall of Famer Lurrr enter the picture. He looks at both men with a more serious look than usual.*

Lurrr: So the old man doesn't show this week and my guy immediately gets sneak attacked by the man who can't come close to defeating me so he goes after Mathis??? What kind of shit show are you two running??

*Jonathan Barrows tries to respond but Lurrr cuts him off.*

Lurrr: Whoa, whoa, whoa.... I know you boys haven't been around the GCWA long enough.... but let me educate you on something. You see ME... I run this show. Not your senile old man... not another guy on this roster... not even you two jackoffs who show up clamoring about not wanting any of the old regime around!!! I run this place and the quicker you get with it then the easier this will go!!!

*This time Hunter Barrows tries to intervene and respond to Lurrr but he cuts him off as well.*

Lurrr: In fact, after Mathis was attacked it got me thinking.... Who's to say you two aren't planning some type of interference tonight during my match??? The entire wrestling world knows Ed Houston has no shot tonight unless something is going on back here?? Maybe you guys are going to try and ruin this 3-0 run because nobody you put in the ring with me can!!! And you two have been way too vocal over the last couple of weeks about being out with the old and in with the new. Which by the way during those couple of weeks this guy has been carrying the show.

*Both of the Barrows boys look at Lurrr and all three are looking at each other in silence.*

Lurrr: Oh sorry you can respond now...

*Jonathan stands up first, turning towards Lurrr.*

Jonathan Barrows: It sounds to me like we have a bit of a misunderstanding.

*Lurrr doesn't say anything, but it's clear he doesn't believe in 'misunderstandings'.*

Jonathan Barrows: First off, what happened with Mr. Mathis earlier tonight had nothing to do with us. That was purely the decision of The Lost Soul, just like it was your decision to attack The Lost Soul with Mathis last week before your match.

Hunter Barrows: Which was pretty bloody brilliant, by the way.

Jonathan Barrows: As for our comments about the New Era of the GCWA, yes, I will admit, we feel that the future should belong to the athletes, not the out-of-shape veterans. The Big Bifford? Derek Mobley? The Danger Boiz? These are guys that I do not see a long-term future with. But you, Lurrr, you don't fit into that pattern, do you? You're still in great shape. You're still stealing the show. The fact that you're threatening to sweep the tournament shows that you're still in your prime, unlike your competition.

*Lurrr, slightly mollified, nods in agreement.*

Jonathan Barrows: Honestly, we would be more than happy if you were to be the one to take the championship and lead this company.

Lurrr: I tell you what then.... how about you just give me my damn title after I win tonight?? No reason for me to have to fight an out of shape, Peanut M&M eating loser!!!!

*The crowd can be heard starting a Mobley chant. Lurrr can hear this and becomes immediately annoyed. The Barrows give Lurrr this look knowing they can't undo what their old man has already promised*

Lurrr: Yeah, yeah you guys just wait I am going to embarrass him in the ring in the near future. As for you boys no matter how you feel or whatever misunderstanding this may be I am strongly advising you right now to just stay out of my way, give me what I want, and rake in the profits. All you have to do is sit back and collect on my fame. Now as for tonight go ahead and make it official, get the confetti ready, and alert your next host arena that Lurrr is fixing to wrap this up with a clean sweep and move on to becoming the face of this company and a 2-time GCWA World Champion. And that's because I do what I want when I want to do it!!!!

*Lurrr starts smacking on his gum looking at the Barrow boys with a cocky smile on his face as the scene fades to commercial.*

*We return from the break to what appears to be a different location. The camera feeds in onto Dylan and Lissandra Thomas, who are out and about around the Hollywood sign. Dylan notices the camera and has a huge smile on his face. Lissandra stands just beside her husband with an equally large smile. Dylan begins to laugh.*

Dylan Thomas: Y'know... it's been a few weeks since the Thomas's signed their contracts to join the GCWA. Since being here, there's been one name in particular who has caught my eye. Duce Jones! I mean 'Duce'? That's funny!

Lissandra Thomas: It's disgusting is what it is.

*Lissandra looks at Dylan, shaking her head whilst smiling still. She puts a hand on his shoulder.*

Lissandra Thomas: Though you have always laughed at toilet humour.

Dylan Thomas: So... Duce, if that is even your real name. It's like this: We know you have Xtreme tonight - don't worry, I softened him up, he'll be an easy win. But next Friday... September 20! How about you and I dance the dance? Assuming the thought of facing me doesn't give you.... Bathroom trouble. I promise that I'll be a better opponent than Xtreme. You at least... can wrestle from what I've seen - at least compared to Xtreme. Wanna dance? Let me know. I'm not hard to find. Can you beat Perfection Personified? The odds aren't in your favour.

*The camera cuts away. We head back into the arena.*

Hood: Dylan Thomas laying down the challenge! I love it!

Chaz Moorehead: Shouldn't Thomas have to request this contest with the current ownership, rather than this 'Duce'?

Hood: Yeah, that's not usually how it works.

Rockwell: Well, before we can find out Duce's response, we need to see him in the ring! Let's go to Minos for the announcements!

Singles Match
Duce Jones (1-0) vs. Xtreme (6-16-1)

Minos: Our next match... is scheduled for one fall... entering first... standing at 6'3" and weighing 290 lbs... a former GCWA Hardcore Champion... from Parts Unknown... here is Xtreme!!

*As the first chords of "What I've Done" by Linkin Park plays, the lights around the entrance begin to flash rapidly. In the midst of this, the dark, tortured presence of Xtreme appears. He walks slowly out onto the ramp, grinning at the thought of the violence to come. He makes his way towards the ring, his smile growing larger the closer he gets.*

Rockwell: We'll see how Xtreme's ankle holds up, after the damage Dylan Thomas did to it a few weeks ago.

Hood: From what I saw, he shouldn't even be cleared to wrestle, but the idiot took out his own doctor and got someone else to sign his permission form.

Chaz Moorehead: That sounds highly unethical. I may have to report this to the BBB.

Hood: Time to take that stick out of your ass, Chaz.

Minos: His opponent...

*The fans are buzzing, but soon turn to a mixed reaction as a voice begins to speak through the PA system.*

"And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues... Da. Da.. Da. Da. Da.. Da...."

*The opening sounds of "Godspeed" by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd.*

Minos: Making his way to the ring... weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds... from Memphis, Tennessee... DUCE JONES!

*Slowly making his way towards the ring, Jones ignores the cheers and jeers that the fans are giving, as he soon makes it to ringside. Climbing onto the apron, Duce goes to the corner to his right, climbing onto the second rope and peering out into the crowd. Finally done, he jumps over the top rope, landing inside of the ring and removes his hooded vest as he prepares for action.*

Rockwell: Duce had his first success here in GCWA last week, taking down R.M. Strong despite dealing with a knee injury. Hopefully the knee has healed up some since then.

Chaz Moorehead: Are all your wrestlers injured then? Is this a common theme?

Rockwell: When you fight in the GCWA ring, you're almost guaranteed to be a little banged up.

Chaz Moorehead: You would think these wrestlers would learn to dodge better.

Hood: Seriously, Moorehead, do you even like wrestling? Why the hell are you here?

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Save that question for later, Hood, it's time for action!

Chaz Moorehead: Hooray.

*Xtreme immediately limps towards the center of the ring, his ankle clearly still bothering him. Duce appears to be walking better, as he meets Xtreme there. Xtreme smiles at Duce, in what would be a toothy grin, save for the missing teeth. Xtreme then steps forward, kicking out with his bad ankle! Duce, surprised, can't dodge in time, as the shot connects with Duce's injured knee!! Both men wince from the impact, but Xtreme doesn't stop, kicking again and again! But the third kick misses, as Duce manages to bring his leg up, avoiding the kick. Xtreme, off-balance on an already-sore ankle, stumbles, and Duce takes advantage, striking away at Xtreme's head. He drives the wrestler back to the corner, then starts a corner punch & chop combination, working the hardcore wrestler over. Xtreme, although in pain, still seems to be smiling.*

Chaz Moorehead: There is something seriously wrong with that man.

Hood: For once, we can agree. Xtreme is totally nuts!

Rockwell: The sad thing is, I think he just wanted to share the pain with Duce.

Hood: Well, Duce is sharing it right back! His hand might be sore tomorrow!

*Since Xtreme seems to be enjoying himself, Duce continues with the pain, pulling Xtreme out of the corner and kneeing him multiple times in the gut. Duce then sets Xtreme and manages to lift up the heavier man, delivering a piledriver variation! With Xtreme down, Duce tries for the first cover of the match... 1... 2.. but Xtreme manages to kick out. Duce doesn't even say a word to the referee, instead immediately dragging Xtreme back to his feet. He whips Xtreme into the ropes, then tries a spinning kick as Xtreme returns, only to have Xtreme duck under it! Xtreme hits the ropes and returns, leaping his entire frame into the air! Duce can't dodge in time, as Xtreme does a suicide splash into him!! Both men crash to the canvas, rolling away from each other due to the impact. The fans give a good cheer for that one, knowing neither man can be feeling that great.*

Rockwell: Xtreme is never scared to use his own body as a weapon!

Chaz Moorehead: Is he registered?

Rockwell: What? As a lethal weapon? I have no idea.

Chaz Moorehead: Legally, he should be registered.

Hood: For crying out loud!

*Both wrestlers are making their way back up now, with Xtreme moving towards Duce and nailing him with a headbutt, followed by a second. He gets Duce into the corner, rearing back for a third headbutt, but Duce suddenly blocks it, spinning Xtreme around to plant him in the corner instead. Duce clobbers him with a right hand, stunning the hardcore wrestler, before gaining a little distance. He then comes running back in, hitting a running crossbody to Xtreme, while going through the ropes as he connects. On the apron, Duce jumps up to the top rope, leaping off to complete the Duce's Wild on Xtreme with a Zig Zag!!! Xtreme is looking completely out of it, as Duce rolls over to make the cover... but Xtreme's foot is in the ropes, keeping the count from happening. Annoyed, Duce, grabs the leg and pulls it towards him, so the pin can take place... 1... 2... but Xtreme kicks out!*

Rockwell: Xtreme got saved by his location there! I don't think he would have been able to get his shoulder up without those extra seconds!

Hood: Not looking good for the nutcase.

Chaz Moorehead: He should get in better shape.

*While Duce was talking with the referee about the count, Xtreme has pulled himself under the ropes and has ended up outside. He drops to his knees, then starts under the ring, apparently looking for something. Seeing this, Duce starts to follow, but then decides to pull back instead and watch. The referee, with no other choice, starts a count, warning Xtreme that he has only 10 seconds to return to the ring. Xtreme doesn't come out for the first few seconds, but finally slides back out... holding a Singapore cane in his hands! Xtreme looks at the cane with respect, smacking it into his hands a few times. He points it towards the crowd, ignoring the referee yelling from the ring that it's an illegal weapon. Xtreme doesn't care, as he turns to re-enter the ring... only to have Duce come flying over the ropes, nailing Xtreme with a suicide dive!!! Xtreme is down again, as Duce lands on his feet, getting fired up! He kicks the cane away, sending it back under the ring where it belongs.*

Hood: I guess that knee's doing better this week!

Rockwell: Duce Jones may not fly all the time, but he can definitely surprise from above!

Chaz Moorehead: If you ask me...

Hood: No. Nobody asked you. Shut up.

*With some effort, Duce manages to roll the dazed Xtreme back into the ring. Duce follows, stepping through the ropes. He waits for Xtreme to turn around, then starts nailing with his a series of shots, ending it with the D-Trigga, a combination that's known as The Juice!!! Xtreme is barely able to get to his knees, clearly in a bad way. Not one to leave his opponents suffering for too long, at least not conscious, Duce lines up Xtreme, making sure that the referee is out of the way. He's ready to attack, rushing in with the Krayzed Knee!!! Xtreme doesn't even manage to get his arms up, taking the knee straight to the face!!! He flops backwards, knocked senseless, and Duce quickly rolls over him to make the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Duce Jones!!

Rockwell: And Duce gets another big victory!

Hood: I mean, it was over Xtreme... but still, it counts!

Chaz Moorehead: You would think he could have done it faster.

Hood: Have places to be? Go ahead, leave, we'll be fine without you.

*The camera shot shifts to the back, where we see "The Rocketman" Ed Houston warming up for his big match later tonight. The crowd gives a strong cheer. Bob Black is there next to him, talking about some strategies for dealing with Lurrr. There's suddenly a knock at the door. Both men turn as the door opens, and Hunter Barrows steps in, smiling. He's carrying a paper bag in one hand, concealing whatever is inside.*

Hunter Barrows: Mr. Houston! How are we feeling tonight?

Ed Houston: Good. Honestly a little nervous, this is the biggest match I've had in quite a long time. But I'm ready for it.

*Hunter nods, before continuing on.*

Hunter Barrows: You know, Jonathan and I have always believed that you would be the perfect GCWA World Champion for the new generation. Your talent and skills are unquestioned. And let's face it, it's nice to know you're not, y'know, reaching your retirement age anytime soon like some of the other people Dad put in the tournament.

*Ed Houston laughs:*

Ed Houston: Well I appreciate the kind words and totally understand where you're coming from. It has be a little nerve-wracking after seeing Lurrr go on his official visit to the Lubbock Senior Center this past week.

Hunter Barrows: Yes, we caught the symbolism. I just wanted you to know that you have our full support here tonight in your matches. Also, if there's anything you happen to need from us tonight...

*Hunter reaches into the paper bag, pulling out what appears to be a referee shirt. He tosses it casually over to Bob Black, who grabs it out of pure reflex.*

Hunter Barrows: Let's just say we're willing to accommodate you.

*Ed Houston looks confused and studies Hunter for a minute before looking back at Bob.*

Ed Houston: I appreciate what you're trying to do but this is my dream. I didn't almost get into outer space by taking shortcuts.

*Ed looks almost hurt. Hunter shrugs and turns to leave, but then stops, before looking back at Houston. He hands the bag over to him.*

Hunter Barrows: Fair enough, Mr. Houston. But in case you didn't know... there are some pretty amazing perks for when you're World Champion. Good luck tonight.

*Hunter departs, leaving Houston and Bob behind. Houston looks inside the bag, pulling out what appears to be a brochure. It has pictures of the latest jet skis on the front. Houston studies it, as we fade out to commercial.*

*As we return from the break, "Gangsta's Paradise" by Cooli plays, bringing out The Big Bifford, wearing his MAGICAL FLEECE. Rather than heading to the ring, he walks over to the commentary table and pulls a microphone out from the FLEECE. Holding the mic to his mouth, he addresses the crowd as his music is cut.*

Bifford: Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for the commentary team...

*The audience cheers politely.*

Bifford: You really are all great... Rockwell, long time no talk.. I'm sure you recall we were good buddies the last time I was GCWA World Champion... Let's hear it for Rockwell, ladies and gents...

*The fans cheer a bit.*

Hood: This is fun - Bifford is out here praising us!

Bifford: And who doesn't love Hood? Hood, you were a lot better in OCW.. but you're cool here too! Let's hear it for Hood!

*The fans cheer louder. Bifford and Hood fist bump.*

Rockwell: There you go, Hood! Good for you!

*Bifford turns his attention to Chaz Moorehead.*

Bifford: And you... you... Chaz Moorehead....

*Bifford takes a few steps closer to GCWA's newest announcer.*

Bifford: You fans in attendance... you haven't head the pleasure of listening to the greatness of this man's commentary tonight... clearly Ace's kids have great taste and know exactly what they're doing... Fans at home have obviously been enjoying Chaz's bright insights on how us legends of GCWA shouldn't be around anymore... well... let me tell you, Lurrr, Houston, TLS, and I are here to stay...

*Earl the Popcorn Salesman, one of Bifford's lackeys, appears out of nowhere. He grabs the microphone from Bifford and holds it to Biff's mouth as Bifford puts both of his hands on Chaz's shoulders. Chaz's eyes suddenly bulge out.*

Bifford: Chaz, you're a special kind of announcer.. there's nothing annoying about you at all... there's nothing about you that makes the commentary in GCWA suck..

Hood: well.. I mean.. we were a lot better before this week.

*Chaz suddenly gets a look of concern on his face. Bifford leans in and whispers to him, with Earl still holding the microphone close to his mouth.*

Bifford: Chaz, let me ask you... do you like chicken sandwiches? Because I'm running out of product and unlike Popeyes, I don't stop selling chicken sandwiches... I just find more product...

*Chaz's eyes bulge and he begins trying to stand up, but Bifford is holding the man down in the chair by his shoulders. The fans begin cheering Bifford loudly.*

Rockwell: The fans... they're... they're cheering Bifford!

Hood: Well... I hate to repeat myself, but.. I mean.. we were a lot better before this week.

*Bifford begins wheeling Chaz, who is seated on a desk chair with wheels, away from the desk. Chaz struggles to get up, but cannot escape. The fans begin going batshit crazy cheering Bifford, they're jumping up and down and celebrating.*

Hood: Holy shit.. Bifford's going to kill this guy isn't he?

Rockwell: Well.. I hope not, that could get us taken off the air...

*Bifford pushes the desk chair into the backstage area. Meanwhile Earl the Popcorn Salesman and Kenny the Intern have begun handing out large bags of popcorn to the fans seated around ringside. The fans are going bonkers both for Bifford and the popcorn. The camera zooms in on one of the bags of popcorn which is crudely written on with magic marker reading BIFFORD'S SANDWICHES OF CHICKEN, POPCORN WITH "CHICKEN FLAVORING".*

Hood: Oh shit... chicken flavoring... do you think that's...?

Rockwell: Best not to think of that... Here comes the big man...

*"Gangsta's Paradise" by Cooli plays again and Bifford comes out from the back again. He reaches into the FLEECE and brings out a microphone, bringing it to his mouth.*

Bifford: Well, that takes care of that problem... Hey Kenny, go in the back, find Boris the Cannibal, butcher the corpse, and prepare the chicken sandwiches.

*The fans go wild for the horrifying things Bifford is saying. His theme music begins playing again and Bifford continues on to the ring with the fans behind him 100% behind him.*

Rockwell: Well.. the fans are certainly behind him now...

Hood: We won't talk about why... but it looks like Bifford is heading to the ring for his match.

*As Bifford gets halfway to the ring a deranged fan in a Smokey the Bear costume jumps the barrier and runs at him. Bifford, without missing a step, grabs the bear and throws him off the other side of the ramp. The fans pop again for his destruction of the anti-forest-fire bear. He continues, as Minos steps into the ring, with no change in expression.*

GCWA World Heavyweight Title Round Robin Tournament Match
The Big Bifford (28-13-1) vs. The Lost Soul (25-21-2)

Minos: The next match... is scheduled for one fall... and is for the GCWA World Title Round Robin Tournament!! First, already in the ring... standing 6'4" and weighing 411 lbs... he is a former GCWA World Heavyweight Champion and a GCWA Hall of Famer... from Phoeniz, Arizona... here is The Big Bifford!!

*"Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio plays again. The fans give a stronger-than-usual cheer for Bifford, pleased with what he did to Chaz Moorehead.*

Hood: It probably won't last, but for right now, I've got a new appreciation in just you being here, Adrian.

Rockwell: Same here, Hood.

Hood: So Bifford needs a win here to stay alive in the Round Robin Tournament, right?

Rockwell: Yes, his only hope at this point is if he defeats TLS, and then Houston beats Lurrr to cause a three-way tie. That definitely puts some pressure on Bifford.

Hood: And it's never good to put pressure on a guy his size.

Minos: Now making their way down the aisle... standing 6'3" and weighing 235 lbs... from parts unknown... a former GCWA Intercontinental Champion, GCWA X Division Champion, and GCWA World Tag-Team Champion... here is The Lost Soul!!

*The theme to Halloween plays as the lights dim. A spotlight shines on the entrance way as TLS appears. The crowd brings out their phones and turns on their flashlight apps as he makes his way methodically to the ring.*

Rockwell: This one's all about pride for The Lost Soul.

Hood: If I was him, I'd just take a walk after the bell rings, pocket the loser's check, and go get something to drink.

Rockwell: You know TLS won't do that, Hood. He's looking to teach Bifford a lesson here today.

Hood: By murdering him?

Rockwell: I hope not. I know TLS is suspected in the killings of a bunch of people right now, but then again, Bifford has his "chicken sandwiches" restaurants. So I guess it's a toss-up.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go, the beginning of the end of the tournament!

Hood: Wait, what is Bifford bringing out?

Rockwell: It looks like... toilet bowl cleaner.

Hood: No, that's the soul! The soul that was lost! Bifford's brought The Lost Soul's lost soul!

Rockwell: Oh, brother...

*The Big Bifford is holding the small vial in his hands, swirling the liquid back and forth. The Lost Soul seems to be studying it, which is exactly what The Big Bifford was hoping for. He seems to be trying to work out a deal with TLS. Lay down, and he'll get his soul back. The crowd seems shocked when The Lost Soul appears to agree, slowly lowering himself down to the mat. The Big Bifford is smiling, glad that his plan is working out. With The Lost Soul flat on his back, The Big Bifford takes his time to walk over to the ropes. He comes back, taking a few huge steps, before jumping to drop all of his weight down on TLS for the pin! But at the last possible moment, TLS twists himself off the mat and out of the way, with Bifford crashing hard on his tailbone (and other padding)!! Bifford's expression is full of shock and agony. But it quickly disappears from view, as The Lost Soul pulls off the second part of his trick, yanking Bifford from behind and managing to roll him up in a schoolboy!! The referee is right there... 1... 2... NO! Bifford barely kicks out in time!!*

Rockwell: We almost had a shockingly quick defeat!

Hood: That would have haunted Bifford for years! The Lost Soul can't be trusted!

Rockwell: Or he just didn't want to get crushed!

Hood: Nonsense, Bifford would have kept most of his weight from landing on him... somehow...

*The Big Bifford still looks completely stunned, even as he tries to get up as quickly as he can. But The Lost Soul doesn't let him get far, catching hold of Bifford and taking him right back down with a Russian leg sweep! The Lost Soul then gets on top of The Big Bifford, punching away at him to try and keep the powerful wrestler down. He then applies a reverse chin lock, keeping him grounded. The referee checks, not expecting anything, and clearly Bifford is more confused rather than hurt at the moment. He starts to work his way up, bringing the much-lighter TLS with him. The Lost Soul transitions to a headlock, still working over Bifford's noggin. Bifford manages to throw TLS off, though, sending him towards the corner. Bifford, now angry, charges after him, going for a splash! But TLS slides when he reaches the corner, managing to go under the ropes to the outside, even as Bifford crashes into the turnbuckle! He steps back, rubbing his injured chest, even as The Lost Soul reenters from behind, scoring a dropkick to Bifford's back to knock him into the turnbuckle again!*

Rockwell: So far, TLS has the perfect game plan!

Hood: He knows Bifford so well. I've lost track of how many times these guys have fought over the years!

*With Bifford now trapped in the corner, The Lost Soul starts working him over with boots to the gut and back elbow shots. He has the large wrestler stunned now, and he's taking full advantage. Not content on the abuse, TLS opts to climb up onto the second turnbuckle, getting some height so he can start raining down a 10-count of punches on The Big Bifford. The fans count along, always enjoying some quality interaction with the wrestlers. After the 10th punch, though, Bifford suddenly sits up, shrugging off the punches and grabbing The Lost Soul by his wrestling gear. He takes a step out of the corner, hefting TLS up, and then comes right back down with a powerbomb in the center of the ring!!! The impact shakes the ring, staggering the referee, who nonetheless does his job and slides in for the count... 1... 2... and TLS is the one now barely getting a shoulder up.*

Rockwell: It's incredible how much strength The Big Bifford has! What a brutal powerbomb!

Hood: The Lost Soul almost became a sandwich!

Rockwell: That's an absolutely horrifying thought... and quite possibly true.

*Bifford, after taking a few moments to regain his breath, has gotten back to his feet. He watches as The Lost Soul starts to get up on his knees, with Bifford glaring at him for "breaking the deal" earlier. He locks both hands together, bringing down a double axehandle onto TLS' spine! TLS collapses to the mat, shaken. He starts to get up again, but Bifford lands the same blow once more, smashing TLS down. As TLS rises a third time, breathing heavily, Bifford steps in, locking onto his opponent and positioning him. He then falls to the mat with TLS in tow, landing a double arm DDT!! Another cover is made, with the referee in position... 1... 2... but TLS manages to get himself free once more. Bifford, rather than waste energy standing up, crawls over TLS and starts slugging him, trying to dislodge the mask with just his fists.*

Rockwell: This one's turned around in a hurry!

Hood: Someone call Kenny and Boris...

Rockwell: I really hope Boris isn't around here anymore.

Hood: At least Bifford likes us.

*After realizing that his fists weren't working, Bifford tries for his fingers instead, tugging at the mask. But TLS responds by raising his knees, inadvertently catching Bifford low! Bifford rolls over to the side, in pain, as the referee moves in, trying to figure out if he should call for the disqualification. The Lost Soul, not even responding to the referee, starts to crawl towards the ropes, using them to pull himself up. Bifford, groaning, slowly stands, walking a little bowlegged. TLS immediately charges him, hitting him with a running forearm! Bifford staggers back against the ropes, as TLS goes back and charges again with a second forearm, sending Bifford sagging through the ropes onto the apron, then to the floor, landing on his feet. Bifford tries to shake it off, clearing his head, but it takes a couple of seconds too long, as TLS is charging once more, leaping through the ropes with a dive to the outside!! Both men are down, as the fans are cheering the action so far.*

Rockwell: It's still shocking to me what The Lost Soul is still able to do in the ring!

Hood: When you don't care about your own well-being, it just means that you're willing to do that much more to hurt others!

*The Lost Soul is the first one back to his feet, although he almost loses his balance on the way up. Taking a deep breath, TLS grabs Bifford and pulls him over to the side, banging Bifford's head on the ring steps! There's a loud clang, followed by a shout from Bifford, who holds onto his nose painfully. TLS has no sympathy, grabbing Bifford by the hair and slamming him down again!! Bifford, his eyes unfocused, steps away, basically falling onto the guardrail for support. TLS, seeing this, steps back and positions himself. He runs forward, jumping up off the steps for a splash... but Bifford manages to spin out of the way while he's airborne, causing The Lost Soul to land full into the guardrail!! He sags over the railing, which shockingly held up from the impact. That probably increased the damage. Bifford, seeing TLS hanging there, knows he has a moment to recover, checking his nose for any blood.*

Rockwell: Could that mistake end this one for The Lost Soul?

Hood: His ribs have to be in his throat right now! just like Chaz's ribs are in someone else's...

Rockwell: Drop it, Hood! The police are going to be snooping around eventually, you know!

*Finally recovered, The Big Bifford sticks his upper half under the bottom rope, just to stop the potential double countout that wouldn't help anyone. He comes back out and heads over to where The Lost Soul still hasn't moved, hanging from the rail. Bifford uses his power to pick TLS up, getting him into a fireman's carry position. He carries TLS back to the ring and flips him up and in, tossing him between the ropes. The Lost Soul flattens out, still barely moving. Bifford follows, pulling himself back into the ring. He steps over to TLS, nodding to himself that the contest is just about over. He goes to pick TLS up, likely for the Biff End, but TLS suddenly kicks up and hits Bifford in the head! Bifford stumbles back, but looks more annoyed than hurt. He comes back, deciding to just splash TLS into oblivion, but The Lost Soul gets his knees up!! It's hard to tell who got the worst of that one, as both men appear to be in extreme pain.*

Hood: Did TLS just save himself, or paralyze himself?

Rockwell: We won't know for sure until we see him stand up. That was a tremendous impact to his knees!

Hood: Almost would have been better to take the splash! Almost...

*Both men are still down, laying next to each other. The Lost Soul has rolled to his side facing Bifford, apparently unable to get back to his feet. He is reaching out at Bifford, as if trying to do something. Bifford, finally starting to get his breath back, finally twists away from TLS, crawling over to the nearby corner. He uses the turnbuckles to help him rise, and they amazingly hold under his weight. They were built to last. The Lost Soul has sat up, but he's still moving pretty slowly, with his arms tucked into his side. Bifford stumbles over to him, kicking TLS in the back to add a little more pain. He then angrily pulls TLS up, setting him up for the Biff End!! But The Lost Soul suddenly breaks away, swinging with all his might... and shattering the vial he stole from Bifford across Bifford's head!!! Glass flies everywhere as Bifford falls back, likely cut open. The referee, in shock, stares at The Lost Soul, then waves his hands for the bell, ending this one!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, via disqualification... The Big Bifford!!

Rockwell: The Lost Soul took things too far!!

Hood: His soul!! His soul has been freed!!

Rockwell: But it cost him the match, Hood!

Hood: So what? He's the Free Soul now!!

*With Bifford down, stunned, The Lost Soul opts not to stop. As the shocked crowd tries to decide how they feel about this, there are still cheers as The Lost Soul comes down on Bifford with the Souled Out!!! Bifford rolls to his side, coughing violently, a small cut visible on the side of his head. With the ref ordering him out, The Lost Soul finally steps away, apparently not understanding why he's so upset. It was Bifford that brought the vial, not him. The Lost Soul leaves the ring, as the referee leans over to check on Bifford's cut.*

Rockwell: So Bifford wins, which means he'll be in a Finals match if Houston can defeat Lurrr. But what condition is he going to be in for that match?

Hood: Hell, at least he gets to rest now, who knows what Houston and Lurrr are going to do to each other?

*Bifford is sitting up in the ring now, as the referee, with gloves on, has given him a pad to hold against his head. Bifford nods to the referee to say he's okay, and gets up, heading slowly over to his corner to get his MAGICAL FLEECE. The fans cheer him for being up, as we leave the ring.*

*A crestfallen Derek Mobley sits at the edge of a curb. A bottle of Sunny D is gripped in one hand, a bag of Reese's cups in the other. His head hangs, staring at the concrete surface belonging to a road carved through Texas Tech University. A field is behind him, with the TTU Rec Center in the distance. Mobley brings the Sunny D to his lips and takes a sip. He grimaces, swallowing hard. A slow moving shadow pulls up, engulfing Derek's body. Mobley's head lifts, staring at a white van. The passenger's window rolls down, revealing a familiar voice*

Voice: Hey, Sucka!

*Mobley stands, getting a better look at the driver. It's his mentor, Dean*

Derek Mobley: Dean?

Dean: Sunny D? That weird friend of yours was right, you are desperate. Hurry, get in.

*Mobley hesitates, staring at the white van*

Derek Mobley: I don't know. I'm pretty sure I was taught to not get into vehicles like this.

Dean: Sucka, just get your ass in the van!

*Derek does as commanded. The van pulls away. Once a few hundred feet from our location, the bottle of Sunny D is tossed out the window, busting against the road. The twinkies, however, appear to remain safe. We cut to inside the van*

Dean: I heard you were in bad shape, but I couldn't believe. Holy shit Mobley, you look terrible.

Derek Mobley: I sorta quit working out once GCWA closed down. Life got... busy.

Dean: No excuse to look like a fuckin slob. A competitor always stays in shape, prepared for their next battle. Look at you, a GCWA title defense in your near future and the only thing you appear to have prepared for is a hot dog eating competition.

Derek Mobley: They say those guys prepare more than people realize.

*Dean pauses, not appreciating the nitpicky nature of Derek's comment. He reaches over and snares the Twinkie. Derek grows anxious, really desiring the Twinkie*

Dean: I'm here to whip yo ass into shape.

Derek Mobley: Where are we going?

Dean: Just be patient... we'll get there when we get there.

*They take an immediate right into the Rec Center parking lot. The van pulls into a spot. Dean and Mobley hop out*

Derek Mobley: Well, that was fast.

*An authority figure with no real authority rolls up on a bicycle. It's a university employed officer. He eyes the van. Dean feels frustration mounting for he does not have a tag on his car permitting access to parking spaces*

University Officer: Sweet ride.

*He says with his pencil thin mustache and concrete hardened hair giving off a vibe worthy of the owner of such a vehicle*

Dean: Yea?

*The officer runs his hand along the plane, white exterior*

University Officer: It'd be a shame if a ticket were wedged underneath one of the wipers.

Dean: We're gonna be here awhile so... have fun.

*Dean tosses the guy the keys. The employee is overjoyed. Dean and Mobley head toward the Rec Center*

Derek Mobley: You think it's wise giving a guy like that keys to a white van?

Dean: I don't care. All we need to focus on is getting yo ass in shape.

*They enter into the Rec Center. Due to time constraints we won't show how they gained access to the facilities. Dean probably signed some autographs or something. Anyway, they are now in the weight room. Derek's wearing dirty sweat pants and a plain, white cut off T-Shirt, displaying his pale, chubby arms. Dean shoves him down onto a bench with a bar bell in place*

Derek Mobley: There's no need to be so aggressive.

Dean: Your attitude is like an impotent man's dick. It's time to get hard. Let's go, sucka!

*Derek reaches up, grasping the bar with both hands, preparing to bench the weight. Dean stands over him, as the spotter, taking a bite out of the Twinkie. Derek grunts, grimaces and lifts the weight up. We cut away, going to commercial.*

*The cameras come back from the break backstage where Bob Black has the ref shirt on. He looks down at it, admiringly, as Ed Houston walks past him.*

Bob Black: Ed, isn't this exciting. I'll finally get to make my in-ring debut and as a ref in your match! Maybe the biggest match of your entire career! Isn't this great?

*Houston looks at Bob seriously.*

Ed Houston: You can't ref my match man.

Bob Black: What!? Why not? I've been waiting for this moment for years.

Ed Houston: Yeah and so have I. I need to do this my way. If Lurrr is better today than he is but I need to find out by myself, my way. If I'm able to walk away with this win then it needs to be because I was better. Not because my agent was in the match.

*Bob frowns, his shoulders indicate that he's sulking.*

Bob Black: I guess that makes sense. It's just this shirt is so cool! I think I could become a ref.

*Houston shakes his head.*

Ed Houston: Well give it a shot some other time. Not in my match. I mean it. Okay?

*Bob continues to frown but doesn't commit either way.*

Bob Black: We'll see.

*Houston looks pissed.*

Ed Houston: I need to go warm-up for my match.

*He walks down the hallway as the camera cuts back to the front.*

Rockwell: Looks like Ed wants to win fair and square, to fully prove himself tonight.

Hood: Or he's trying to act oblivious. But the fix is in!

Rockwell: We'll have to see once we get to the match, Hood!

*We're back at ringside, when "Dangerous" by Within Temptation begins to play. The fans get up, curious, although some of them clearly remember what this means. Jonathan Barrows, formerly known as Pryde, always came out to this music. He walks out of the back, looking dapper in his suit as he makes his way to the ring, with two men following behind him, carrying something. They manage to get whatever it is up and into the ring, with Jonathan patiently waiting.*

Hood: Great to see Jonathan Barrows out here, representing for his father!

Rockwell: Does it strike anyone else as suspicious that The Accelerator got sick the day before this show, leaving Jonathan in charge?

Hood: Eating food on the road can be dangerous, Adrian, you should know that! Jonathan's just picking up the slack!

*The music stops, as Jonathan waits for the others to leave the ring before turning towards the audience.*

Jonathan Barrows: Is everyone having a good time tonight??

*Many fans cheer, although others seem wary of Barrows.*

Jonathan Barrows: I know my father would have loved to be here, but I'm sure he's watching from the hospital right now. So let's give a warm ovation for my father, The Accelerator!

*This gets a much louder reaction, followed by an "Ace" chant that fills the building. Jonathan, barely showing any emotion, waits for the cheers to die down before continuing.*

Jonathan Barrows: My father is always a believe in "The Show Must Go On", so we've kept things moving in his absence. We'll be deciding the #1 contender for the GCWA World Heavyweight Title in just a few minutes! Will it be Lurrr? Will it be Ed Houston? Or maybe even Bifford? I know you're all looking forward to it. However, I do have an announcement to make before then.

Rockwell: What do you think's under the sheet there, Hood?

Hood: A bonus? Or maybe a statue of Ace?

Rockwell: It's really hard to tell from that shape.

Hood: Oh, god, you don't think this is about Chaz, do you?

Jonathan Barrows: A company like ours, we cannot exist just on a World Championship alone, as prestigious as the GCWA World Heavyweight Title is. As you know, we've been looking into the history of some of our other secondary belts in the company. There was the GCWA Intercontinental Title, the GCWA Hardcore Title, and, yes, the GCWA Unified X Division Title.

*Jonathan has to pause, as a "Crazy Chris" chant starts up, celebrating the current holder of that title. Jonathan does not look impressed.*

Jonathan Barrows: But this is the New Era of the GCWA. This means that it's time for a change. So with that, I give you... the GCWA North American Championship!

*Jonathan pulls the cover off the sheet, revealing a brand new title. It's very shiny, and clearly has been made very recently.*

Hood: Awesome! A new belt!

Rockwell: But wait, what does that mean for Crazy Chris' title?

Hood: Who cares? It's new gold!

*The fans' reaction seems mixed, but Jonathan doesn't concern himself with it.*

Jonathan Barrows: Here in the GCWA, we're all about giving the new talent a chance to shine. Earlier tonight, I heard of a challenge issued by one Dylan Thomas, who wanted to have a match with Duce Jones. Both of these men have shown their skills in the GCWA ring, and I see no reason for them to have to wait any longer for their impact here. So I'm granting the match between these two great, young wrestlers... and it will be for the GCWA North American Championship, next week in the main event of Inferno!!

*That gets a pop, as the fans are excited about the match-up.*

Jonathan Barrows: So be sure to join us next week in Amarillo for an epic contest that will show you the future of the GCWA! And then be there the following week when we start moving into our new home in Dallas! The New Era is bright, come along for the ride!!

*Jonathan drops the mic, and the crowd is hyped in spite of itself. He picks up the title, showing it off to the crowd.*

Hood: A new title, and the first champion is getting chosen next week!!

Rockwell: I still don't know where this will lead for the X Division Title, but we're definitely getting a great contest next Friday. Of course, we've still got a great one coming up tonight! Houston vs. Lurrr... next!!

Hood: Wooo!

*A video plays, showing Ed Houston warming up near the entry way. He's keeping his back to the wall, making sure he has a clear line of sight. In a split-screen, we see a shot of Lurrr, as he comes out of his dressing room, fully ready to go. There's no sign of Rick Mathis. Lurrr, chewing his gum, is cocky as ever as he makes his way down the hall. The two men will face off, next!*

*The video runs, showing the symbol of OCW.*

Announcer: Outsiders Championship Wrestling is back!!

*We see a shot of Zybala sitting next to Dean at their announce table, which is actually an announce table this time.*

Zybala: Ladies and gentlemen watching at home, welcome back to The Yard!! I'm Mike Zybala and besides me as always, The Original Outsider, President Dean!

Dean: It's great to be fucking back, sucka! Outsiders has gotten a breath of new life and this time, we ain't going nowhere!

*Footage starts to roll from yesterday's taping of Dystopia 10.*

Announcer: The action was intense!!

*We see clips of Ehud of Moab being thrown at the Squash-Ness Monster by Frank Dylan James, Lord Alton applying his Python Grip, and the Uber Man and "The Janitor" Peter Vaughn flying through the air in a perfect Spanish Fly.*

Announcer: See the show now! Now! Right now! Right here!

*Suddenly the screen blinks off, before the advertisement is completely finished. In the reflection of the television screen, we see the heart-broken look on the face of Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn. He slowly steps away from the TV, pushing his mop bucket in front of him, as he leaves the room. The man looks near tears. We cut back to ringside.*

GCWA World Heavyweight Title Round Robin Tournament Match
Ed Houston (1-1) vs. Lurrr (29-9)

Minos: The next match... is scheduled for one fall... and is possibly the last match in the GCWA World Title Round Robin Tournament series! Introducing first... coming to the ring... he is a former OCW Craze Champion, who is looking to make his mark in his new home... standing 5'9" and weighing 175 lbs... from Miami, Florida... here is "The Rocketman" Ed Houston!!

*The screen turns black and then slowly starts to count down from 10. Once it hits 1 the sound of a rocket taking off echoes throughout the arena. You're Gonna Go Far , Kid starts to blare as Ed Houston slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. He stops by fans in the crowd and high fives them. Once he gets about half way down the ramp, he sprints and slides under the rope. He quickly jumps to his feet and makes his way up to the turnbuckle where he waves to the crowd.

Rockwell: Ed Houston has a chance to place his name in history here!

Hood: He's riding high right now, thanks to finally getting to ride his jet ski in an actual lake.

Rockwell: He didn't get to jump a shark, but other than that, I think it was a perfect moment for him.

Hood: The only thing that will make it more perfect is when Ed cheats to win tonight with the help of the Barrows!

Rockwell: Houston has already said that he wants to win it on his own, Hood!

Hood: Yeah, right. The guy would have to be an idiot to turn down help like that. It's gotta be a scam, man!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'5" and weighing 235 lbs... he is also a former GCWA World Heavyweight Champion and OCW World Heavyweight Champion, and also holds a spot in each organization's Hall of Fame... from Houston, Texas... here is Lurrr!!

*As "Cocky" by Kid Rock plays, Lurrr appears in the entryway, posing and showing off his usual attitude. He walks down the aisle, mouthing off to some of the fans at ringside before rolling into the ring. His usual partner is noticeably absent. Lurrr goes right to the referee, mouthing off to him about calling things down the middle.*

Rockwell: Lurrr is one win away from securing victory in this tournament!

Hood: He's also got multiple chances, but you know he wants to end it right here, right now, with Bifford waiting in the wings!

Rockwell: Lurrr's not known for his patience, probably explaining what happened at the senior center earlier this week.

Hood: Bingo. What a boring game. If I'm going to be doing a challenge based on luck, I might as well just go to Vegas!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: The deciding match is on!

Hood: Just watch, the ref is going to DQ Lurrr for the shine on his boots!

Rockwell: Uh, nope, it doesn't look like that's happening, Hood. It appears this one's beginning just like any other match.

Hood: He's biding his time. I don't like it.

*The referee has moved backwards, staying out of the way, as Lurrr glares once more over at him. He then turns and walks towards Houston, with the two meeting near the center of the ring. After a few comments back and forth, Lurrr paintbrushes Houston with his left hand, snapping Houston's head back! Lurrr laughs, but Houston turns right back and faces him again, throwing a right hand! It connects, and Lurrr staggers back, looking surprised. The shock quickly turns to fury, and he nods angrily and comes right back in, throwing a right of his own, and quickly, the two wrestlers are slugging it out to the loud roar of the crowd! The brawl continues into the ropes, with both men rolling through and continuing to brawl as they fall to the floor!*

Hood: Damn! I didn't think we'd start out so fired up!

Rockwell: Houston desperately wants to prove himself. I think Lurrr's disdain ticked him off, and Lurrr's got more than enough of his own anger about what happened to Mathis to release. These two were powder kegs, and now they're both going off!

Hood: Shit, they're coming this way!

*Hood and Rockwell quickly back off, pulling their headsets along with them, as Houston and Lurrr brawl to their table. Lurrr gets the upper hand, thumping Houston's head and shoulders onto the table, stunning him. Lurrr then picks up Houston, as if to throw him through the table with a slam! But Houston slides off behind him, raps Lurrr around the middle, and lifts him up, before wheelbarrowing him back into the table, bouncing him off of it!! The table, sturdier than it looks, stays up, as Lurrr rolls off to the other side, holding the back of his neck. He tries to get up, but Houston's right there with a flurry of kicks, followed by a leap into a hurricanrana that sends Lurrr flipping upside down on the outside mats! The referee, watching from the inside, apparently has been told not to bother counting, due to the importance of this one. He's just watching the action.*

Hood: Whew! Our table survived!

Rockwell: These two guys may not hate each other, but the importance of this contest makes it feel like a blood feud!

Hood: Personally, I think Lurrr hates everyone, other than Rick and myself, of course.

*Lurrr is struggling to get back to his feet, even as Houston has run up onto the apron. He waits, planning his strike, and finally runs, delivering a running double knee into Lurrr! The two men crash to the ground, but Houston hops right back up, clearly energized! The crowd cheers him, starting a "Houston" chant, as he reaches down and pulls Lurrr up, rolling him back into the ring. Houston follows, but as he steps through the ropes, Lurrr kicks at his balancing ankle, knocking him off-balance and causing Houston to fall on the middle rope, racking himself!! Houston topples the rest of the way into the ring, hurting, as Lurrr, grinning, starts to get up. His grin fades slightly, though, as the referee gets in his face, threatening him with a disqualification!*

Hood: I knew it! The ref's going to rig this one!

Rockwell: He's just doing what every ref does when it's a low blow like that one, Hood! He's admonishing Lurrr, warning him not to do it again!

Hood: Are you blind??

*Lurrr argues with the refereee for a few seconds, before shaking his head and going over to Houston. The downed wrestler is on his knees, but he's able to throw a couple of jabs into Lurrr's gut. But Lurrr quickly shakes it off, then does a snap kick, knocking Houston back to the mat! Lurrr, cocky once again, reaches down and slaps at the dazed Houston for a second, before pulling him up. He takes Houston closer to the corner, then gives him a suplex, easily getting him over. Lurrr doesn't let go, turning it into a series of suplexes, one after the other! After the third one, Lurrr releases his grip and rolls over, making the loose cover on his opponent. The referee slides in... 1... 2... and Houston kicks out.*

Hood: You see? Tell me you saw that!

Rockwell: What are you talking about?

Hood: That was a slow count, anyone could see that!

Rockwell: It looked pretty regular to me...

*Lurrr, after staring over at the referee for a second, brings Houston back up. He takes him near the corner once again, this time bodyslamming him into the canvas. Houston actually bounces a little from the impact. Lurrr then turns to the corner, climbing up to the top turnbuckle. He sets himself, seemingly wanting to go for a frog splash. However, Houston suddenly kips up, jumping up onto the turnbuckle and slugging Lurrr, stunning him. The two fight on top of the turnbuckle, each jockeying for position. Houston wins out, and after a series of knees, he grabs hold of Lurrr and leaps off with him, pulling off a Spanish Fly!! Houston then manages to make the cover, holding on as the referee slides in... 1... 2... but Lurrr gets his shoulder up.*

Rockwell: Take that, OCW! A beautiful Spanish Fly from Ed Houston!

Hood: And he almost stole this one, thanks to the fast count!

Rockwell: I swear, Hood, I'm going to get you a tinfoil hat.

Hood: You saw the Barrows try to rig this earlier, Adrian! Do you really think they'd stop because Houston said no??

*Houston is back on his feet first, pulling Lurrr along with him. He goes to whip Lurrr into the ropes, but Lurrr reverses, sending Houston instead. But Houston does a quick handstand spring into the ropes and flies back, scoring a flying elbow! Lurrr falls backwards, stunned, even as Houston hurries back to his feet. He heads to the outside on the apron, positioning himself just in front of where Lurrr has fallen. He pulls on the ropes, as if testing them, or psyching himself up. He then leaps up, springboarding off of them... but as soon as Houston started moving, Lurrr sprang up, and nails Houston in mid-air with the Wake Up Call!!! Houston flies backwards, falling out of the ring and crashing down on the outside!!! The crowd reacts from the plunge, even as Lurrr angrily curses, upset that Houston didn't fall into the ring.*

Rockwell: A huge fall from Houston, who might be out cold!

Hood: But Lurrr now has to bring him back in to pin him! What a travesty!

Rockwell: You can't seriously be blaming the ref for this one.

Hood: No, he's off the hook here, that was just a bad break.

*Lurrr has slid out of the ring now, going to where Houston appears to be out on the ground. He grabs Houston by the hair, fighting to lift him up. The referee, inside the ring, still isn't counting, as that's apparently completely off the table in this one. Lurrr, frustrated, punches Houston a few times before dragging him over to the apron, rolling him back into the ring. Lurrr then follows, yelling at the ref to do his job as he makes the cover... 1.... 2.... but Houston is able to kick out! Lurrr is immediately back up, telling the referee that it was a slow count, but the ref just shakes his head, not responding. Lurrr goes back to Houston, still thinking this one should have been over. He brings Houston up, setting him against the ropes, then steps back, preparing for another Wake Up Call! But the kick misses, as Houston is able to sidestep it, stringing out Lurrr on the ropes! Houston then switches behind Lurrr and pulls him down with a backslide, as the ref makes the count... 1... 2... No! Lurrr escapes in time!*

Rockwell: Another close one!

Hood: At this point, Lurrr's only chance is to knock Houston out, knock the referee out, knock you out, and maybe knock Minos out.

Rockwell: Why Minos?

Hood: I don't know, I just honestly want to see if anyone can knock him out. Guy scares me.

*Both wrestlers are back up, with Lurrr scoring with a few right hands to move Houston back into the ropes. He whips Houston to the other side, then sets for a back body drop, but Houston does a nice flip right over Lurrr, landing on his feet. Lurrr spins around and quickly lashes out with another Wake Up Call, but Houston ducks under it, comes in fast, and grabs Lurrr by the head, dropping with a facebuster!! Houston immediately rolls backwards to somersault back to his feet and heads over to the corner, using whatever energy he's got left to hop onto the 'buckle. He sets himself, then leaps, flying into Blastoff!!! He lands it perfectly, landing squarely on Lurrr!!! The ref is right there... 1... 2... no, the ref stops, Lurrr grabs the nearby bottom rope!*

Rockwell: Just an inch or two stopped Houston from winning!

Hood: Lurrr's veteran instincts saved him once again!

Rockwell: So the ref could have ignored that, Hood, but didn't. Does that end your theories?

Hood: That was too obvious for the ref to ignore, he's going to be a lot more subtle than that!

*Frustrated by Lurrr's grip, Houston gets up and grabs Lurrr by the leg, dragging him away from the ropes. Then, since he already has the hold on the ankle, Houston works to turn Lurrr over for the Countdown submission!! But Lurrr fights free, kicking away at Houston to break his grip. Lurrr pulls himself up, ducks under another Houston swing, and lifts Houston up, giving him a belly-to-back suplex! Houston's down, as Lurrr drags himself up. He sets his feet, almost shaking with energy now, as he wills Houston to stand back up. As soon as Houston turns, Lurrr leaps in with another Wake Up Call, no, Houston blocks it, then goes for Houston, We Have A Problem!! NO, Lurrr counters the kick, then lashes out one more time, but Houston twists around in the grip, stepping into Lurrr and grabbing his arm, before twisting him over into a Gannosuke Clutch cradle!! The referee is immediately down there... 1.. 2.. 3!!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The Rocketman" Ed Houston!!

Rockwell: Oh my god! Houston did it!! He pinned Lurrr!!

Hood: Damnit, the ref counted fast!!

Rockwell: I don't know about that, Hood, but what matters here is that we're all tied up!! That means that three wrestlers are tied at 2-1 in the Round Robin Tournament!!!

*Lurrr is back on his feet, besides himself with fury. He argues vehemently with the referee, even as Ed Houston climbs up on the turnbuckle, basking in the cheers from the excited fans.*

Rockwell: So what now? We can't end the night like this!

Hood: No, we can't! They promised us we'd have a winner!! And it should be Lurrr, damn it!!

*The referee is clear to Lurrr, telling him that the decision is final. Lurrr shakes his head, taking a step away... before taking the referee's head off with the Wake Up Call!!! The referee rolls backwards, falling out of the ring, even as Lurrr rushes at Houston, who doesn't have time to reposition himself before Lurrr's there, flinging a low blow up between his legs on the turnbuckle!!! Houston, in agony, topples backwards, with Lurrr continuing the punishment with repeated stomps, doing as much damage as possible!*

Rockwell: Lurrr's lost it!

Hood: And with good reason!

Rockwell: I don't care who you are, Hood, you deliberately kick a referee like that, you're getting fined!

Hood: Let them fine him! Right now, he's taking out the competition!!

*Lurrr's boots drive Houston near the corner, and Lurrr decides to take advantage of that fact. He rolls out of the ring, then grabs Houston's legs, tugging him towards the ring post. He then sets up and drops, locking on a figure four around the ring post!!!! Houston is yelling out, desperate to get free, as the ligaments in his legs are twisted in ways they never were supposed to be twisted!! Lurrr keeps on the pressure, hanging himself upside-down to do the most damage, with nobody there to stop him! Suddenly, though, "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio hits, and the crowd erupts!! Lurrr drops the hold and flips himself around, getting back to his feet, as he looks down the aisleway at the very large man who just emerged from the back: The Big Bifford!!*

Rockwell: Hey, Bifford's here!!

*The crowd gives a huge pop!*

Rockwell: Bifford was probably waiting just backstage, hoping that Houston would come through! But with the referee and Houston both down, what's going to happen now?

Hood: From the look on the faces of Bifford and Lurrr, I'm saying a huge brawl!

*Bifford's head is bandaged up from earlier, if only to keep the blood from flowing. He starts down the ramp towards the ring, and Lurrr hurries to meet him, with the two long-time rivals slugging it out in the aisleway! The place is going crazy at this wild chaos, as Bifford and Lurrr do their best to take the other down! Bifford, a little bit fresher, takes control, sending Lurrr banging into the guardrail next to the fans! He punches at Lurrr, then poses with him for a second as a fan leans in with a Samsung, getting a picture. He then drags Lurrr back up the aisle, striking at him all along the way. In the ring, Houston has crawled away from the ringpost, still hurting badly, and slowly maneuvers himself onto the apron on pure instinct, laying there. Bifford lifts Lurrr up and throws him in, then follows, intent on taking him out in the ring.*

Rockwell: Bifford's here, Lurrr's here, Houston's here, at least bodily. But we have no referee!

Hood: Is this official or not?

*Suddenly, out of nowhere, The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Does that answer your question??

GCWA World Heavyweight Title Round Robin Tournament Finals Match
The Big Bifford (29-13-1) vs. Ed Houston (2-1) vs. Lurrr (29-10)

Hood: So this is really happening? Even without a referee?

Rockwell: Apparently so! Someone made the call in the back, and we're going for it! Bonus match, triple threat, anything can happen!!

*In the ring, Bifford has Lurrr in the corner, crushing him repeatedly with his massive weight. The fans are loving every minute of it; Lurrr appears to be enjoying it a little bit less. After another crushing tilt, Bifford finally brings Lurrr out of the corner and gives him a German suplex, throwing Lurrr across the ring. Bifford, now smiling, pulls himself up and walks over, grabbing at Lurrr... who promptly kicks Bifford in the thigh, missing his low blow attempt but still doing damage. Bifford hobbles away, and Lurrr drags himself up, seemingly gaining energy just by cursing under his breath. He starts punching away at Bifford, hitting as many strikes as he can, staggering the big man. Lurrr drags him down into a headlock, grinding on his head while pounding on where Bifford was cut earlier, trying to make it bleed. However, both men are taken unawares when Ed Houston suddenly comes flying in from above, having sprung off the ropes to land a splash into both of them!! Bodies fly everywhere, to the delight of the audience!*

Rockwell: These guys are so evenly matched!

Hood: Yep... Lurrr defeated Bifford...

Rockwell: Bifford defeated Houston...

Hood: Houston defeated Lurrr... it's the classic Rock/Paper/Scissors conundrum!! Something's gotta give!!!

*Houston struggles back to his feet, having a lot of trouble walking evenly after the figure four damage. He pushes Bifford away to go after Lurrr, getting him in the corner and punching away on him. Bifford, recovering, gets back to his feet and comes over, seemingly considering just letting Houston go. But Bifford has too much experience to ignore this, and he charges forward, crushing both men in the corner!! Houston almost falls out of the ring again, but is 'saved' by being pinned by the legs by Bifford. The large wrestler picks up Houston on one shoulder, picks up Lurrr on the other, and starts to actually climb the turnbuckle, causing gasps from the audience members. More than one attendant at ringside runs away as Bifford works up to the second turnbuckle. Before he can get any higher and perform an unspeakable maneuver, however, both Houston and Lurrr come to, throwing elbows in sync into the back of Bifford's head, making him drop back to his feet on the mat. They then work together, spinning out of the corner to drop Bifford with a double tornado DDT!*

Hood: Strange bedfellows! You never know who's going to work together in a match like this!

Rockwell: Or who's going to be the referee! Look who's coming down the aisle!

*Hunter Barrows has appeared at the entryway, quickly pulling on a referee shirt that's a little bit too tight. He makes his way down, hustling to the ring, apparently having instated himself as a referee. Houston, either on accident on or purpose, has his arm barely draped on Bifford's shoulder, so Hunter slides under the ropes and immediately starts to count... 1.. 2.. but Lurrr stops it before it gets any farther, stomping on Houston! Lurrr then looks at the referee for the first time realizing who it is, and a dark look comes across his face. He starts to go towards Hunter, who puts his arms up, backing off. Hunter's warning him, threatening to disqualify him from the match, but Lurrr almost seems willing to take that bet. But Bifford is up now, clobbering Lurrr from behind, and knocking Lurrr into Hunter!! The two men go down, as the chaotic scene continues to unravel.*

Rockwell: Hunter Barrows is down!

Hood: That's one of the men that helps pay my rent! We need medics out here!

Rockwell: Or another referee!

*All of the sudden, the fans are cheering, as another man in a referee shirt has come out. It's Bob Black!! The agent of Ed Houston makes his way down the aisle, soaking up every iota of excitement from the crowd. He's truly living a dream right now. Bob waves to the fans, even shaking a few hands, and nodding to a few of the ladies at ringside before using the stairs to climb up to the apron. It's there that he notices, for the first time, The Big Bifford standing there staring at him. The two men lock eyes, with Bifford glancing down at Bob's ref shirt, and Bob consciously gulping deep in his throat. Bob then gives a teeth-filled grin and a wave to Bifford, and then slowly, ever so slowly, turns and steps gingerly back down the steps, going back outside the ring. He never fully turns his head from the large wrestler within. Bifford watches him go, and then turns back, going over to where Ed Houston is trying to get back up.*

Hood: That was absolutely the right call by Bob Black.

Rockwell: Yep, don't take the risk of becoming a meal!

Hood: But we still need a referee!

*Bifford works over Houston in the corner, using his large hands to basically squeeze Houston's head back. Houston kicks out ineffectively, trying to get free. Behind them, Lurrr is getting back up, looking fed up. This wasn't the way everything was supposed to go down. He turns and charges, leaping in the air and splashing Bifford from behind, driving him into Houston. Lurrr then tries a roll-up, toppling Bifford over, but there's still not a standing referee. Hunter, to the side, appears to look up, but then immediately puts his head back down, not moving. Lurrr releases Bifford, letting out a yell of frustration. He turns back... and Houston comes flying in with a springboard forearm, taking Lurrr down! All three men, winded, lay there, as the crowd reacts yet again.*

Hood: What's going on now?

Rockwell: We've got someone else coming to the ring in a referee's shirt... it's... it's...

Hood: It's Earl!!!

*It is, indeed, Earl the Popcorn Salesman, who has found a referee uniform from somewhere. Who knows where. Pray for the referee, that he's not with Boris right now. Somehow, the referee shirt goes with the rest of Earl's outfit. He slides under the ropes and into the ring, as Houston locks Lurrr into the Countdown submission!!! Lurrr is in agony, with Earl checking on him really quick, then shrugging his shoulders and doing nothing else. Houston, realizing this, drops the hold, looking at Earl, but he's blindsided by Bifford, who picks Houston up from behind and lands a release German suplex!! Houston's down, as Bifford crawls over to make the cover, and Earl hurries in, official or not... 1... 2... but Hunter is there, pulling Earl backwards! He argues with Earl, saying that he's not a legal referee, but Earl points out the shirt, saying that's enough. The two men bitterly shout at each other, even as Bob Black carefully makes his way up onto the apron once again, considering sneaking in when he has an opportunity.*

Hood: We've gone from no refs to too many refs!

Rockwell: We need an unbiased referee!

Hood: Has anyone seen the one Lurrr knocked out? Maybe he's starting to wake up at this point!

*As Hunter and Earl continue arguing, Lurrr suddenly appears, grabbing both men by their shirts. He drags them around, yelling at them, even as Black looks on from the apron, glad to be out of range. Houston, seeing what's going on, comes over as well, trying to pry Lurrr off of Hunter. The men are all clumped together, struggling, when there's suddenly a massive roar from behind them. The Big Bifford has gotten back up as well, and he has decided that enough is enough. He charges forward, moving with always-surprising quickness, and crashes into the pile, sending everyone flying into the ropes... and the ropes give away, causing an avalanche of bodies to the outside!!!!*

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

*The camera moves around the pile, seeing everyone laying in various states. Nobody seems to be moving after that crash. The ring itself is looking totaled, as the ring posts are tilted on one side, and the ring itself doesn't look quite level, either. The ropes are laying, some of them stretched beyond recognition.*

Rockwell: Sweet Christmas!!

Hood: Fuck!

Rockwell: We need help down here!! We need help now, goddamnit!

Hood: Shit! Who did Bifford land on?? Are they still alive!!

Rockwell: Where are the goddamn medics?!?!?!

*As the chaos continues, people are finally coming down the aisle. It's hard to tell who's moving and who isn't.*

*We fade to the back, where Jonathan Barrows has been watching everything. Unlike his brother, he decided not to get involved. It's hard to tell whether he regrets that now or not. He shakes his head.*

Jonathan Barrows: Well... damn. What do we do now?

*Jonathan leans over his desk, not moving for a few seconds. He then lifts the desk up, sending it, and the papers and other items laying on it, toppling over. Jonathan then stands there, breathing heavily.*

Jonathan Barrows: We can fix this. I'm sure there's a way to fix this.

* As Jonathan continues to think, trying to make a decision, he hears a buzz come from the floor. He looks around, seeing his phone laying there. The picture now displayed on the phone is that of The Accelerator. Jonathan just stands there, watching the buzzing, as we slowly fade out.*

OOC: Thanks to everyone who roleplayed, sent in a segment, or was otherwise involved. I had a few of you I used for soundboards as well, and you're definitely appreciated. There were some tough decisions on this one. Things are looking better and better for the GCWA as we keep building to our crescendo, so again, thanks for all your hard work!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, September 20th 2019

From the Amarillo Civic Center, Amarillo, TX

Opener

Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn vs. Chad Vargas

Mid-Card

Crazy Chris vs. Xtreme

Main Event

Duce Jones vs. Dylan Thomas, GCWA North American Title match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, September 13th to Wednesday, September 18th, giving you 6 days to post your roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!