Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*The hours have turned into days, the days into a week, and it's finally, once again, Friday night. You've had a decent week, which is a huge step up from the last few. Football season is going, the days are starting to get slightly cooler, and pumpkin spice-flavored items are once again starting to appear. You could do without that last one, or maybe you love it? Who are we to judge? Either way, you've found a seat in front of your laptop/desktop/television with an Internet connection, as the countdown to the GCWA broadcast begins anew! As the feed starts up, "The Voice" of the GCWA starts speaking.*

Voice: When The Global Championship Wrestling Association returned, the focus immediately returned to the championship that everyone wished to hold: The GCWA World Heavyweight Title. A tournament began, to decide the first #1 contender for the gold. The fighting... was intense.

*Clips roll, showing all four of the wrestlers involved hitting their biggest moves in the battle for the top championship in the company. The Lost Soul. Ed Houston. The Big Bifford. And Lurrr. Every move looks impressive, some slowed down to show maximum impact. We see clips of Lurrr pinning The Big Bifford, Bifford pinning Houston, and Houston, last week, taking down Lurrr.*

Voice: The tournament was meant to be a deciding factor. But instead... we have chaos...

*More shots run, showing us the shocking events that led up to the conclusion, as Bifford dived into the crowd of wrestlers and referees around the ring ropes, destroying part of the ring and sending bodies flying. The frantic shouting of the announcers for help can be heard, as the camera moves around, focusing on the glazed and closed eyes of everyone around him.*

Voice: Tonight... decisions will be made... and the GCWA will once again move forward...

*Derek "The Thriller" Mobley is shown, standing tall, with the GCWA World Championship in his grasp. The camera appears to fly past him, towards the ceiling. 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 Amarillo Civic Center in Amarillo, Texas! The crowd seems pretty energized, having filled up the arena to capacity. Many probably made their way from nearby cities, to help fill out attendance for one of the hottest-growing shows out there. We head down to where our two announcers are waiting for us.*

Rockwell: Hello everyone, and welcome once again to Friday Night Inferno! I'm Adrian Rockwell, alongside Hood, and we've got some amazing action set for you tonight!

Hood: The best news is, no Chaz Moorehead!

Rockwell: As far as I know, Moorehead still has not been located since The Big Bifford took him away last week.

Hood: Good riddance. Two is more than enough for this booth. Hell, I could probably do it all by myself!

Rockwell: In your dreams. So the wrestling world is still buzzing due to the finish last week of the Round Robin Tournament.

Hood: The non-finish, you mean. I haven't been this disappointed since Shannon Shag-Nasty was running this place.

Rockwell: Well, word has it we're going to find out what it all means... right now!

*We go to the ring, where Minos is already waiting. As always, he is impossible to read.*

Minos: Ladies and gentlemen... please welcome... one of the co-owners of the GCWA... Hunter Barrows!!

*"My Name" by From Ashes To New begins playing, as the crowd is immediately booing, remembering Hunter's actions from last week. Hunter slowly makes his way out onto the stage. He's using a pair of crutches to help brace himself, as he starts carefully down the stage to head to the ring.*

Hood: Man, I feel so badly for Hunter.

Rockwell: Why? It was his choice to get involved in our main event last week, which makes him partially responsible for the chaos that followed.

Hood: Yeah, but... The Big Bifford fell on him.

Rockwell: Oh. Yeah, I admit, nobody deserves that.

Hood: I'm just glad he didn't spend too much time in the hospital. The man is tough, he wasn't going to miss Inferno!

*Hunter gets up the stairs to the ring apron, looking inside and waiting. After a second, Minos finally comes over and pulls apart the ropes, making it easier for Hunter to step through. The fans aren't happy with the misuse of the well-known ring announcer. Hunter gestures, and Minos obediently leaves the ring. Hunter limps to the center. He glares around at the audience before starting on the mic.*

Hunter Barrows: Thank you all, for that oh-so-warm welcome.

*The boos rain down, and Hunter nods to them, waiting for them to quiet down.*

Hunter Barrows: You guys are great. Truly. So I'm down here to talk about what happened last week. The finals of the GCWA World Heavyweight Title Round Robin Tournament! It was all set to be an amazing moment in wrestling history. It was the chance to take the GCWA into the New Era at high speed. But what happens? We have wrestlers who can't follow the rules. And those wrestlers caused us to end without a conclusion last week.

*There are a few competing chants for The Big Bifford and Ed Houston. The camera turns and focuses on a few people waving signs, including a few for Lurrr as the "uncrowned" champion.*

Hunter Barrows: There is, however, a solution. I would like to roll video from last week, so if all of you would quiet down real quick, and look at the viewscreen...

*The boos, of course, get louder for a moment, before everyone settles down. The screen starts to play. We see Ed Houston making the Gannosuke Clutch cradle on Lurrr and getting the victory in their Round Robin match, tying up three wrestlers at 2-1. As Houston celebrates, the referee and Lurrr argue about the count, with the referee saying that the decision was final. Lurrr shakes his head, steps away... and gives the referee the Wake Up Call! The video comes to an end, taking us back to the ring.*

Hunter Barrows: As you just saw, Lurrr inappropriately and viciously attacked an official, and he will be fined for that decision. But there are bigger implications than just a fine. We had previously announced that, if Houston defeated Lurrr, the Finals of the tournament would take place immediately afterwards. Also, our referee, Joe Johnson, was set to ref that contest as well, before Lurrr unmercifully injured him. He's fine, by the way, for any fans that actually care.

*We see fans in the audience shrugging. There's very little show of emotion for the referee.*

Hunter Barrows: So, since the match was set to begin immediately, and since Lurrr attacked the referee, then that means that Lurrr was disqualified. Hence, your winner, and the #1 contender to the GCWA World Heavyweight Championship... is "The Rocketman" Ed Houston!!

*The crowd reaction is mixed. Although there's no love lost for Lurrr, the audience doesn't seem excited about Houston just being given the win by Hunter, either.*

Rockwell: Wait, how can that be right?

Hood: What are you talking about? It's been a rule in wrestling forever. You attack the ref, you lose!

Rockwell: But the bell hadn't rang yet! And besides which, if Lurrr's DQ'ed, why wouldn't The Big Bifford get the win instead?

Hood: Bifford wasn't there yet! He... he must have been counted out!

Rockwell: That makes no... wait, here comes The Rocketman!

*"You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by The Offspring plays, bringing out Ed Houston, along with his agent, Bob Black. Black looks a little worse for wear, but at least he wasn't hospitalized. The two men appear to be arguing as they head for the ring, where Hunter welcomes Houston in, trying to get a round of applause going from the crowd. However, Houston shakes his head and asks for his own mic.*

Hunter Barrows: Congratulations, future champion! I've known all along that you would be the top star of the GCWA!

Ed Houston: Hold on, Hunter. I've told you before, I didn't get this far by using shortcuts.

Hunter Barrows: But, it's not a shortcut! You won! You deserve to be on top, Ed!

Ed Houston: It doesn't sound right to me. I may have proven to Lurrr that I can be better than him, but that still left us tied.

*Hunter looks exasperated, looking to Bob Black for assistance. As he works to convince Houston just to accept the win, "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio hits!*

Rockwell: Hey, Bifford's here!

Hood: I love seeing Bifford as always, but why's he out here now? The decision's already been made!

*The Big Bifford and Earl The Popcorn Salesman come down to the ring. Earl is still wearing the referee shirt he had on last week. Again, everyone is showing some signs of injury, although Bifford's is more due to the head injury he obtained in his earlier match that night. They enter the ring, with Bifford producing his own mic as if by magic (but it was probably from a pocket).*

The Big Bifford: I will have you know that this man... Earl... is a great man. He is not only an expert in the field of making, packaging, selling, and distributing popcorn... he is also an expert in the field of counting to three. The state of Texas athletic commission has recognized this expertise and I have the proof here.

*Bifford reaches into THE MAGICAL FLEECE and pulls out a piece of lined loose leaf paper. Written on the paper in rudimentary handwriting, in what appears to be red crayon, are the words “REFEREE CERTIFICATE: Earl the Popcorn Salesman.” At the bottom is signed the name Bifford Bronson, which is crossed out and replaced by the word Mr. Texas Referee Commission President.*

Hood: Seems legit to me...

Rockwell: In Bifford's world, I'm sure it is.

Hunter Barrows: Excuse me, Mr. Bifford, but why does it even matter? No count was made.

The Big Bifford: But there was. Earl was there when I showed my incredible power, and he made the count once he regained consciousness.

Hunter Barrows: ... But you were on top of me!!

The Big Bifford: Yes, and you were in the match, and thus I am the winner and I want my GCWA Title.

*A small but growing "Bifford" chant starts, probably from people who want to get themselves a chicken sandwich.*

Hood: That's absurd! They were outside the ring!

Rockwell: Well, technically, if Earl is a referee, he could have made it Falls Count Anywhere.

Hood: No he can't! Ordinary referees can't make changes like that!

Rockwell: Any friend of Bifford's seemingly would be anything but ordinary.

*Hunter hobbles over to Bifford, still arguing, while Black is talking with Houston about just accepting the match. "Cocky" by Kid Rock plays, and the crowd turns hostile once again, as Lurrr storms out onto the stage. He looks pissed.*

Lurrr: Cut my damn music!

*The music quickly cuts off, as Lurrr stays on the stage, looking ready to kill anyone who gets in his way.*

Lurrr: I knew you jackoffs were planning to fucking screw me. You thought you could just have your referee slow count me, and there wouldn't be repercussions?

*Lurrr points behind him at the video screen, and we see the feed run showing when Lurrr hit the Wake Up Call on Ed Houston, knocking him from the ring. We see Lurrr bringing Houston back in and making the cover, with the referee's count potentially being slower than it normally would.*

Lurrr: You see that? I had Houston 1-2-3! I won the fucking tournament! But your referee had to get cute, and he paid for it. And now, Hunter, it's your turn, because it's about time I remind you that I run this damn show!

*Lurrr throws his mic away, not caring about where it lands. He starts towards the ring, moving with intensity. Hunter, realizing that he's in no shape for this, tries to beg off, backing away. However, The Big Bifford's foot somehow ends up behind Hunter, causing him to trip and fall backwards, hitting the mat and rolling away in pain.*

Rockwell: Lurrr's going to take out Hunter Barrows!

Hood: I don't blame him for being pissed, but that slow count was the ref's fault! Hunter had nothing to do with it!

Rockwell: If Lurrr attacks one of the co-owners, he could be fired!

Hood: Shit, you're right! Where's Mathis?

*Lurrr slides into the ring, with Houston and Bifford having both stepped to the side. Hunter, grabbing at his hurting leg, raises his arms towards him for mercy. Lurrr smirks, then goes to pull Hunter up, ready to decapitate him. But "Leave You Far Behind" by Lunatic Calm hits, and the fans start cheering loudly as the top executive of the company comes out!*

Rockwell: The Accelerator is back!

Hood: I guess he's gotten over the food poisoning. At least, I hope so. Or else this could get messy.

*Ace stands on the stage, looking towards the wrestlers in the ring with a small smile on his face.*

The Accelerator: I see the energy in the ring is high tonight. Everyone cool your heels for just a moment. You see, the way I see it, all three of you guys have a legitimate claim to the title shot. You're all worthy of fighting Derek "The Thriller" Mobley. So, a decision needs to be made. And I think there's really only one choice! It's going to be...

*The fans lean forward in anticipation.*

The Accelerator: A Battle Royal!!

*The fans sit back, confused. Houston and Black look at each other, their eyebrows raised. Lurrr actually lets go of Hunter as he turns, shaking his head at the Accelerator. Even Hunter, struggling to stay on his feet, is mouthing "What?" towards his father. Only The Big Bifford looks happy.*

Hood: A... battle royal? What the fuck?

Rockwell: I have no idea.

Hood: What meds did they put him on?

*The Accelerator is looking excited, so he hasn't caught on to the reaction his idea is receiving. "Dangerous" by Within Temptation now plays, and Jonathan Barrows walks up behind his father.*

Hood: It's a family reunion! Father and his two sons!

Rockwell: Now if only his daughter would show up.

Hood: Ace has a daughter?

*Jonathan and his dad talk quietly for a few seconds, with the mic down out of range. It appears Jonathan is trying to convince The Accelerator of another way. After a few more seconds, Ace reluctantly nods his head, and then turns back to the ring.*

The Accelerator: As much as it pains me to admit it, my son here has a better idea. In two weeks' time, on Sunday, October 6th, we're having our first event at the recently-renamed GCWA Arena in Dallas, Texas! And since it's going to be our home, we might as well have a Homecoming celebration! And for our main event... it will be Ed Houston... The Big Bifford... Lurrr... and Derek Mobley... in a Fatal Fourway match for the GCWA World Heavyweight Championship!!

*The crowd erupts at this news, a much bigger reaction than the Battle Royal idea.*

Rockwell: A Fatal Fourway! The only logical decision!

Hood: It took way too damn long to get here.

Rockwell: What a main event! Anyone could leave with the championship!

*The camera focuses in on all three wrestlers, each showing a lot of confidence. They each step towards each other, forming a small triangle as they each take turns staring at the other. Bifford smiles, while Houston steels himself. But it's Lurrr who makes the move, suddenly spinning... and knocking Hunter Barrows out with the Wake Up Call!!! The crowd, in spite of themselves, pops for Lurrr on this one, who turns and rolls out of the ring. Bifford, shrugging, ignores Hunter and tells Earl that they can leave, while Black tries to get Houston to help. Ace & Jonathan look stunned on the stage. We fade away from the ring, taking our first commercial break.*

*We come back from the break in the backstage area, close to where the curtains hang for the entrance. A man can be seen there, staring at himself in a mirror. It's Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn. He's trying to psyche himself up for the match to come.*

Peter Vaughn: I can do this. I can do this. I CAN do this!

*Vaughn looks closer at his image in the mirror. Closer. Closer. He's almost touching the mirror now.*

Peter Vaughn: I don't think I can do this.

*The mix of anxiety and depression runs across The Janitor's face. He looks ready to run, glancing over towards the door nearby. After a second, he looks back into the mirror, searching for anything that will help. That's when he notices something sitting behind him, spotting it in the mirror. He focuses on it, seemingly drawing strength from this image. He spins around and walks over, grabbing the object. It's Peter Vaughn's mop. He holds it firmly in his hands, and a smile comes across his face.*

Peter Vaughn: We can do this...

*Vaughn turns and walks away from the camera, leaving us behind. We go to the announce table.*

Rockwell: The Janitor is ready to go! For the first time in 10 years, he's wrestling in the GCWA!

Hood: I don't believe the mop can legally compete, though.

Singles Match
Chad Vargas (1-0) vs. Peter Vaughn (4-14-1)

Minos: Our opening contest... is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... a former GCWA Hardcore Champion and a former Outsiders champion... from Dallas, TX... here is Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn!!

*The fans start cheering, always loving the underdog, as "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor begins to play. Peter Vaughn walks out on the stage, carrying his trusty mop. He shakes it to the beat of the song, trying to get himself fired up. He heads for the ring, giving a few fans a high five with the mop.*

Rockwell: Unfortunately, Vaughn's run as Outsiders champion ended last week, as the Uber Man won away the title during the Outsiders' rebirth.

Hood: They should bring Outsiders Championship Wrestling to the GCWA.

Rockwell: You think it would work here, Hood?

Hood: Sure. Call it, say, Geographically-Challenged Wrestling Outsiders or something.

Rockwell: That's GCWO.

Hood: Well, it's going to have to have Outsiders somewhere, damn it!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 240 lbs... he made his successful GCWA return last week, returning as 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.*

Rockwell: Chad Vargas is quickly working his way up the competition!

Hood: Wait, The Janitor is a step up?

Rockwell: Vargas wrestled Thunder last week, remember?

Hood: Oh, right. I guess Vaughn would be an improvement. He's at least held a title or two.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Now we'll find out if The Janitor has improved enough to stand with the best of the best!

Hood: Something tells me we'll need a clean-up in the ring shortly.

*Vargas, cocky, steps forward, ready to fight, but Vaughn immediately turns and slides out of the ring. He stands on the outside, waiting. Vargas talks to the ref, wanting to know if the match stipulations have changed, but the ref guarantees that this is a straight-up singles match. Vaughn continues to walk around the ring. He starts making faces towards Vargas, sticking out his tongue and wiggling his fingers next to his head. Vargas, now annoyed, starts towards that side of the ring, sliding under the ropes. He lands and braces himself for the attack he was prepared to counter. But Vaughn isn't there now, having immediately run around the side of the ring and rolled in. He looks towards Vargas on the outside, shouting about now having the High Ground.*

Hood: Is this a wrestling match or a game of tag?

Rockwell: Well, Vaughn did say his strategy would be to run fast.

Hood: That's not a strategy! That's what you do when a strategy fails!

*Vargas, not afraid of Vaughn's Star Wars threats, steps up on the apron. He steps through the ropes, as Vaughn charges... and slides out of the ring, passing right underneath Vargas! The Janitor is on the outside again, grinning, as he leans back towards where the fans are. Vargas doesn't look happy. He leans over the ropes, shouting a few choice words at Vaughn, causing the Janitor to turn and cover up the ears of the child in the front row. Vargas shakes his head, flips Vaughn off, and then steps back, yelling at the referee to do his job. The ref starts counting The Janitor out, leading to the wrestler having to make a difficult choice.*

Rockwell: Looks like Vargas doesn't want to play anymore.

Hood: The man's a veteran! He's not going to just dance to any old tune!

Rockwell: Unless it's country, of course.

*Vaughn moves slowly around the ring, thinking things over, as the referee reaches a count of 5, then 6. Vargas is goading Vaughn to come in, although he'd clearly be just as fine with a countout victory. As the referee gets to 9, Vaughn moves, shoving his body under the bottom rope. But as Vargas tries to stomp him, Vaughn reverses course, and is back on the outside! The ref, shrugging at Vargas, restarts his count, as Vaughn hops back and forth, happy with himself. He turns to the crowd, smiling, and tells them that he can do this all day. Unfortunately, Vargas was waiting for this opportunity. He immediately is through the ropes and jumping off the apron, nailing Vaughn from behind with a double axehandle that knocks The Janitor to the floor! Vargas stands over him, laughing, as the fans boo the attack.*

Hood: You've got to keep your eyes on the Confederate Icon at all times!

Rockwell: Vaughn made a big mistake there. He's caught, and it's going to be hard to get away now.

Hood: He may have made it last longer, but it's all over now!

*Vargas has The Janitor up now, still on the outside. He holds him easily, keeping Vaughn from geting away, and turns it into the Snakeskin DDT on the outside!! Vaughn isn't moving, and Vargas could now get that countout victory, but now he wants something else. He picks Vaughn up and rolls him into the ring, then follows, beating the count and keeping the match going. Vaughn starts crawling away, reaching for the ropes. Vargas grabs his legs, pulling at him, but Vaughn is shaking his head frantically, while clinging to the bottom rope. Vargas angrily yanks extra hard, and manages to pull him free. But The Janitor rolls as he's pulled, managing to collide with Vargas' legs, toppling him over. Vaughn, seeing him go down, desperately grabs at his legs, making it a roll-up predicament! The ref is there... 1... 2.. and Vargas kicks himself free, twisting away from Vaughn.*

Hood: Wow! That would have been the biggest shock of the new GCWA!

Rockwell: Vargas luckily avoids disaster!

*Both men are back on their feet now, with Vaughn turning to run away. But Vargas catches onto Vaughn's janitorial outfit, yanking him back towards him. Vaughn flails his arms, trying to get away, but Vargas has him locked in. With one quick motion, Vargas drops The Janitor straight to the mat with the Stroke!! The fans are disappointed even as Vargas stands up, putting a single foot down on the chest of his opponent. The referee counts as expected... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Chad Vargas!!

Rockwell: The Janitor tried, but there was no matching up against The Confederate Icon tonight!

Hood: Yeah, talk about wrestlers on different levels. They need to improve Vargas' competition quick. I know Chad, he'll start taking matters into his own hands!

Rockwell: As for Peter Vaughn... well, at least he debuted as a wrestler once again.

Hood: When he wakes up, tell him to go clean my dressing room.

*The cameras cut backstage to Ed Houston's locker room. He has an overjoyed look on his face.*

Ed Houston: Can you believe it, Bob. After all those close calls I'm finally going to get a shot at the belt.

*Bob sighs.*

Bob Black: If you would have just let me help you out last week you'd be in a one on one match with Mobley. Now you have like half the odds of walking out with that belt.

Ed Houston: Bob, I've worked my entire career for this. I haven't had a shot at a world championship in years, I'd rather take the slightly longer odds then for it to have an asterisk by it.

Bob Black: I'd have taken the odds.

*Houston grabs his bag and starts to pace the locker room, grabbing stuff and throwing it inside.*

Bob Black: What are you doing?

Ed Houston: I have to start training, Bob. Biggest match of my career! Surrounded by three legends that's how I'm going to win this match.

*Bob looks skeptical.*

Ed Houston: Listen, Bob. I'm the hungriest one in this match. Mobley will be fine rolling back into retirement. The Big Bifford is a multi-millionaire. If he loses, he has something to fall back on. Lurrr's accomplished a ton both here and elsewhere. I'm the one that needs this win. So I'm going to be the one that puts in work. And it starts now, Bob.

*He grabs the bag and fast walks out the door.*

Ed Houston: Try to keep up.

*He says as the door slams behind him. Bob has his face in his hands, frustrated but a second later he follows, exiting the room as the camera cuts away.*

*We return to the feed backstage and the Texan crowd cheers because just entered through the arena is Mr. Leonardo DiCaprio! He is immediately swarmed by people and is bombarded by questions. None of which he answers. Instead he politely walks through them looking for the dressing room of Dylan and Lissandra Thomas.*

Hood: Fucking hell! Is that Leonardo DiCaprio? What the fuck is he doing here?

Rockwell: I don’t know if you remember - you probably don't Hood - but on his debut message here in the GCWA, Dylan Thomas said that he and Leonardo DiCaprio were friends.

Hood: Right.

*DiCaprio is followed through the corridors of the arena by cameras. He bumps into some young female GCWA stagehands who cannot help but gush.*

Leonardo DiCaprio: Excuse me, but could you direct me to the dressing room of Dylan Thomas please?

Stagehand: Yes of course, Mr. DiCaprio. Down that corridor there. Head left and then it's the second door on your right, Sir.

Leonardo DiCaprio: Thanks.

*Leonardo DiCaprio smiles sweetly and the two girls giggle. Di Caprio follows their instructions and knocks on the door.*

*Dylan Thomas is in his locker room lifting weights and he hears a knock at the door.*

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Dylan Thomas: YEAH?!

*Lissandra who has been sat on a couch in the room with her feet up, reading a magazine, puts down the magazine and goes to the door. She opens it.*

Leonardo DiCaprio: Hello, hello!

Lissandra Thomas: Leo!

Dylan Thomas: Oh. Hey dude.

Leonardo DiCaprio: I thought I would come and wish you luck before I take my seat. Somehow, I'm front row.

Lissandra Thomas: You're welcome.

*Leonardo DiCaprio walks into the Thomas's dressing room and sits down.*

Leonardo DiCaprio: So... you ready?

Dylan Thomas: As I'll ever be.

*Lissandra sees GCWA cameras waiting outside the door.*

Lissandra Thomas: Oh. Oh no. Mr. DiCaprio is not here for you. Out.

*Lissandra shuts the door and we cut back to ringside.*

Hood: I'm still in shock. Leonardo DiCaprio is going to be out here, later, at ringside!

Rockwell: One of the greatest actors of the past decade, and he's where the action is at! We're happy to have him here at the GCWA!

Hood: Of course... he should really be in a private booth, not here in the front row with these low-class morons.

Rockwell: Before this crowd starts to jump the barricade to get at you, Hood, let's just get to our next bout.

Singles Match
Crazy Chris (31-17-1) vs. Xtreme (6-17-1)

Minos: Our next contest... is scheduled for one fall... first, standing 6'3" and weighing 290 lbs... the 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: Xtreme spoke this week about his opponent, wanting Crazy Chris to be crazier this week.

Hood: He also apparently assaulted someone! Has anyone connected any missing persons reports to the GCWA?

Rockwell: Who knows what that was about, Hood. We couldn't see anything.

Hood: Ahhh, so you mean, we're not liable?

Rockwell: Exactly.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'3" and weighing 228 lbs... from Smithville, Tennessee... he is the current holder of the GCWA Unified X Division Championship, and one half of the multi-time GCWA World Tag-Team Champions, the Danger Boiz... here is Crazy Chris!!!

*"Alive" by Corvyx plays, bringing out the Unified X Division Champion. Crazy Chris is ready for action, running down to the ring. The fans cheer, glad to see him in action once again.*

Rockwell: This is Crazy Chris' first singles match since returning to the GCWA.

Hood: Why's he still wearing that belt? Doesn't he know that it's obsolete?

Rockwell: Just because they're introducing a new title tonight doesn't take the value away from the Unified X Division Title.

Hood: It's from olden times, Adrian! Embrace the New Era!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So can Crazy Chris put on a show tonight? And will Xtreme be able to keep from looking for dangerous weapons?

Hood: In Xtreme's hands, I think anything is dangerous. I wouldn't trust him with a wet wipe!

*Xtreme has already moved towards Crazy Chris, who is in a defensive position. Xtreme spreads his arms wide, showing that he's not going to attack yet. He talks with Chris, with our mics only able to pick up something about "embracing the insanity". His grin gets larger, and he starts laughing. The laughter builds, with Crazy Chris, surprisingly, joining in. The two men share their good laugh, while the audience tries to figure out what's going on. As the laughter subsides, though, Chris kicks Xtreme in the gut, bending him over, then jumps up onto his shoulders, twisting him around and sending him into the ropes with a hurricanrana! With Xtreme laid out on the ropes, Chris rushes in, springboarding upwards off the ropes, then coming down with a double stomp right onto Xtreme's back!! The hardcore wrestler, in pain, pulls himselff off the ropes and rolls outside to the floor.*

Hood: What was that all about?

Rockwell: I think Crazy Chris lured Xtreme in, pretending to laugh maniacally along with him.

Hood: Shit. I hate it when someone fake laughs. Stop being a phony, Chris!

*Xtreme, massaging his back, slowly gets up outside, using the apron for support. This leaves him extremely vulnerable, and Crazy Chris takes full advantage, running up the turnbuckle to the right, then flipping backwards out of the ring into Xtreme, crashing into him and sending him to the floor! The fans are cheering, loving the high-flying action. Crazy Chris springs back up, having no problems at this point. He gets Xtreme up, trying to send him into the ring. But Xtreme suddenly starts fighting, landing a right hand that staggers the champion. Xtreme then charges, throwing all his weight into Crazy Chris and sending both men into the stairs!! The heavy metal stairs clang to the side, while Xtreme and Chris both somersault over them, landing on the other side! The ref, watching from the ring, looks dumbfounded, waiting to see if either man can continue.*

Rockwell: Another suicidal maneuver from Xtreme!

Hood: No clue who got the worst of that one! This match might be over!

Rockwell: You've got to wonder if Xtreme is worth keeping on the payroll, the way he keeps putting his own body, and the bodies of his opponents, at risk!

Hood: Did Ace ever buy insurance for us?

Rockwell: You mean for the wrestlers? I'm sure he did.

Hood: No, for us! The lunatic is just lying right over there, he could come this way at any point!

*Xtreme, somehow, is the first one up, grinning madly after the abuse he just took. He manages to stop the count in the ring before coming back out, and going over to where Crazy Chris is still trying to recover. Xtreme pulls him up, once again talking to Chris about his mental state. He grabs Chris, lifting the lighter wrestler up and tossing him up into the ring. Xtreme then goes to follow, pulling himself up on the apron. But Chris had actually managed to land on his feet, unbeknownst to Xtreme, and ran to the ropes. He's back as Xtreme steps through the ropes, nailing Xtreme with a flying forearm! Xtreme collapses to his knees, and Crazy Chris immediately takes advantage with a directed kick straight to the side of Xtreme's head! The hardcore wrestler is down, as Crazy Chris makes the cover... 1... 2... but Xtreme manages to get a shoulder up at the last second.*

Rockwell: The champ almost had him there!

Hood: If he's such a big champ, why's the X Division Title not on the line tonight?

Rockwell: I don't think Jonathan or Hunter would sanction that, Hood.

Hood: Because it's not an active belt!

Rockwell: No, because he's facing Xtreme, who is on a losing streak right now.

*Xtreme is slowly recovering, using the ropes to help his large frame up. Behind him, Crazy Chris has run to the ropes, and comes back. Xtreme tries to meet him with a punch, but Chris ducks under it, then jumps and springboards off the ropes, coming down and grabbing Xtreme's head on the way, snapping him back to the mat! With Xtreme down, Chris starts to climb the turnbuckle, looking for a high-risk maneuver to put this one away. As Chris gets to the top, though, Xtreme desperately yanks himself up, charging the corner. Crazy Chris immediately makes a change, jumping up and doing a flip over Xtreme, landing on his feet! Xtreme, hitting the corner, stumbles backwards, turning as Chris grabs him, taking him back to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! This time, Xtreme doesn't get up as quickly, allowing Crazy Chris to once again go up. He waits until Xtreme is rising up and leaps, nailing him with the Crazy Man's Suicide!!! Xtreme's out with a smile on his face, with Crazy Chris making the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Crazy Chris!!

Rockwell: The X Division Champion's streak continues!

Hood: For a moment there, I thought Xtreme might actually take him.

Rockwell: That would have been a shocking upset. Xtreme will have to once again go back to waiting for his next chance at a victory.

*We jump to the backstage offices, where The Accelerator is shown, sitting in his desk chair. While his condition looks much improved, there is still a nurse standing behind him, ready to move if needed. The Accelerator appears to be ignoring her, instead reading the document in front of him. Jonathan Barrows appears, having come through the side door to walk over to his father.*

The Accelerator: How's Hunter?

Jonathan Barrows: Sore and unhappy. He wants Lurrr fired.

The Accelerator: Hah! If we fired wrestlers for simply putting their hands on us every time, we soon wouldn't have any wrestlers left to compete. Tell him we'll find a way to penalize Lurrr, don't worry.

*Jonathan stays silent. He expected nothing less from his father. Plus, it would be a bad business decision to fire Lurrr now, once the match had already been set up.*

Jonathan Barrows: So I've got everything ready for the announcement.

The Accelerator: Are the Danger Boiz going to be there?

Jonathan Barrows: Yes, just as you asked.

The Accelerator: Okay then. That ought to turn a few heads, I bet.

*Jonathan pulls over another office chair, taking a seat on the other side of the desk.*

Jonathan Barrows: So I heard from the lawyers. They say we should have a fairly easy time defeating the contract that R.M. Strong signed.

*The Accelerator sits back in his chair, looking pensive.*

The Accelerator: You really think we should just cancel his contract? I mean, he DID wrestle for us already. And I know Strong, he's willing to take risks.

Jonathan Barrows: We can't let this slide, Dad. Our contracts with our talent need to be completely legal. If Strong was injured, he or his family could always come after us, saying we never should have let him wrestle.

The Accelerator: I suppose that makes sense. I'll take care of it.

*The Accelerator rubs at his head, as if a headache was coming on. Jonathan looks towards the nurse, making sure she notices, before sitting forward.*

Jonathan Barrows: Are you okay, Dad? You need to be careful not to overdo it.

The Accelerator: Don't you worry about me, boyo of mine. The Accelerator's still got plenty of gas in the tank. We'll keep making this company a success, one step at a time!

*The Accelerator reaches across to grab his cell phone, searching through it for a specific number. Jonathan, face unreadable, gets up and leaves, even as the nurse steps forward to do a vitals check. We fade out.*

*Platinum plated teeth are what we are greeted to as the camera pans outward, showing the smiling face of Duce Jones. As it pans out further we see that he's standing in front of a concrete wall inside of the Amarillo Civic Center.*

Duce Jones: Last week.. Dylan you made it known dat ya wanted ta step in tha rang wit me..

Duce laughs at the thought.

Duce Jones: Ya seem well accomplished in dat there career'a yours... so my question is what made ya wanna tango wit me? An established vet like ya'self.. comin' fo' a small fry like me..

Duce takes a moment to let things marinate.. his dreadlocks are twisted up into a neat ponytail, however looking prepared for war.

Duce Jones: But I'm glad I caught yo' attention cuh I've been tryna get my name on tha map fo' a minute. An' you Mista Thomas.. is dat proverbial steppin' stone standin' in my way..

Duce begins to pace back and forth from left to right.

Duce Jones: See Norf America needs a champion dat represents tha folks dat pay good money ta watch us perform. It needs a champion dat's as real as it get. A person who knows tha pain dat cries out on tha streets. Somebody who can relate ta tha everyday struggles dat they go through.

Duce looks dismissively at the camera.

Duce Jones: That don't need some Hollywood sell-out.. not some pompus muthafucka who thinks bein' buddy-buddy wit DiCaprio gives him brownie points.

He shakes his head in denial.

Duce Jones: I watch Django! DiCaprio can kiss my ass!

Coming to a standstill, Duce seems to begin pondering something.

Duce Jones: Inception was a cold ass movie though..

He then seems to snap out of the good thoughts.

Duce Jones: Fuck dat.. he let dat bitch Rose make him freeze ta death..

Duce shakes his head aggressively before staring straight into the lens of the camera.

Duce Jones: Fuck all dat.. Dylan! Mista Dillinga'... tonight America gets a champion dat represents tha people. Not some wanna be A-Lista'... not some facade who don't kno' where ta begin when it comes ta tha real world. I'M OUT HERE!

He says with much enthusiasm.

Duce Jones: I'm in these trenches, night afta' night. Not rubbin' elbows wit tha top one percent. Norf America needs a champion dat's real..

Duce looks at the camera as it now zooms in on his eyes..

Duce Jones: An' I'm as real as it gets...

Darkness...

*We go to the ring, where Jonathan Barrows has come out once again. Another covered display has been hefted into the ring with him.*

Hood: Last week when Jonathan did this, we got the GCWA North American Title! What's he going to announce tonight?

*Jonathan gets to the center of the ring, nodding to the crew to shut down the music.*

Jonathan Barrows: Good evening once again, GCWA faithful. Have you been enjoying the action tonight?

*The reaction is mixed. Not because of the action, but because the fans still aren't sure what to think about Jonathan.*

Jonathan Barrows: The GCWA continues to grow, as we're finding our footing. We've got a GCWA World Heavyweight Championship match set up. The GCWA North American Title gets decided later tonight. But we're not done bringing back titles just yet. Before we continue, though, I'd like to bring out two men who truly earned their name as GCWA Hall of Famers! Please join me in welcoming... The Danger Boiz!

*The lights go out as a strobe of red and blue begin flashing across the arena:

"I was born in a thunderstorm
I grew up overnight
I played alone
I played on my own
but I survived"

*Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris emerge onto the stage area staring out into the crowd. Crazy Chris still looks like he's still recovering from his match with Xtreme just a few minutes before.*

"I wanted everything I never had
Like the love that comes with life
I wore envy and I hated it
But I survived"

*The wrestlers begin making their way towards the ring, embracing the fans, but keeping their emotions in check.*

"I had a one way ticket to a place where all the demons go
Where the wind don't change
And nothing in the ground can ever grow
No hope, just lies
And you're taught to cry in your pillow
But I survived"

*Dan now climbs the steps and heads up to the turnbuckle, with Chris going up on the other side. Dan points to the crowd, and lip syncs "I'm still breathing..." from his theme song lyrics. Dan and Chris slowly climb down the turnbuckle and stand in the middle of the ring, as the lights dim and a spotlight shines on them. Dan falls to his knees with Chris behind him as the lyrics from his song blasts over the PA:*

"I'm ALIVE...I'm ALIVE...I'm ALIIIIIIIIIIIVE!"

*The spotlight fades out as Dan stands to his feet, with Chris looking confident next to him. Jonathan Barrows nods to them, as usual not showing much emotion.*

Rockwell: Good to see the Danger Boiz getting the credit they deserve!

Hood: We JUST saw Crazy Chris! I would have been fine waiting a week or two longer.

Rockwell: No matter how you feel about them, Hood, you have to admit that the Danger Boiz are a big part of the GCWA legacy!

Jonathan Barrows: Crazy Chris and Dangerous Dan have done almost everything here in the GCWA, both separately and together. Their biggest impact, though, is no doubt in the GCWA World Tag-Team Division!

*The fans let out a good-sized roar. Chris & Dan smile, enjoying the reaction.*

Jonathan Barrows: Who could forget the Danger Boiz winning the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles three times, defeating teams like the Payne Killers and The House of Pain, You guys truly were the foundation of the division back in the day. Now, it's time to start up that legacy once again. The GCWA World Tag-Team Titles live again!

*Another loud cheer. Chris & Dan look pumped up.*

Rockwell: We're bringing back the belts!

Hood: I guess the Barrows managed to repossess them from Nobody's F'N Better! Either that, or they just had new ones made!

*Barrows walks over to the covered platform.*

Jonathan Barrows: The New Era of the GCWA Tag-Team Division begins here!

*Barrows pulls aside the cover... to reveal and empty platform. No titles are visible anywhere. Confused, Chris & Dan step forward, trying to figure out what's going on.*

Rockwell: Uh oh...

Hood: Damn it, did the production team fuck up again?

*Jonathan Barrows turns back, looking at Chris & Dan. A sly smile appears on his face.*

Jonathan Barrows: What? I never said you guys were going to be HANDED the titles. Meet your competition for GCWA Homecoming!

*Dangerous Dan steps forward, with Crazy Chris holding his brother back, as a new tune suddenly starts playing on the speakers.*

Rockwell: What? Who... I don't recognize that music!

Hood: I don't know, it sounds a little familiar...

*Two men appear in the entryway, walking out onto the stage. Both are grinning widely as the fans get a look at them.*

Hood: I know that guy! That's Crash Rodriguez!

Rockwell: He signed with the GCWA weeks ago, but this is the first time we've seen him!

Hood: With him... isn't that Jace Savage? The Reaper??

Rockwell: So does this mean... Rodriguez & Savage are teaming up to go for the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles??

*Crash Rodriguez & Jace "The Reaper" Savage both are laughing now, almost psychotically. The cameras show Dangerous Dan & Crazy Chris standing near the ropes, staring their direction. Jonathan Barrows sits back in the corner, looking pleased with himself. The picture slowly cuts away.*

*We return to the head offices, where The Accelerator is still seated at his desk. There's a knock at the door.*

The Accelerator: Come in.

*The door swings open, and R.M. Strong is there! The wrestler walks in, looking around at the nice office furniture. He takes a seat in front of Ace.*

R.M. Strong: I heard you wanted to see me?

The Accelerator: Yes. We need to talk. Look, this isn't easy for me... but apparently, legally, we can't have you competing for our company.

*R.M. looks up in shock.*

R.M. Strong: Is it because I said you were going to go down the shitter?

The Accelerator: What?

R.M. Strong: Nothing. Look, Ace, I'm not asking for much. I just want my opportunity!

*Ace sits back, thinking it over. R.M. Strong looks worried, as he looks down towards the trash can near Ace's desk.*

The Accelerator: Alright, boyo. Never let it be said that The Accelerator doesn't give a man a chance.

*Ace makes a note in his log, filling something out.*

The Accelerator: I'm going to give you a warm-up match next week. Hopefully you can help us avoid any legal difficulties there. After that...

*Ace reaches into the desk, pulling out a stack of contracts. He looks them over, writing in something on each one, and then puts the three in front of Strong.*

The Accelerator: The way I see it, I've got a couple of guys who would like to fight at GCWA Homecoming. So I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself against them. I've got three contracts here for you. This one's to fight "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas. This one's to face The Lost Soul. And this is to fight both of them in a Triple Threat match. Choose your contract, and we'll give you a one-night exemption where you're perfectly legal. You show me you're willing to truly compete here, and we'll look to really get you signed up. But you've got to choose.

*Strong sits forward, studying the three contracts. He looks more intense than normal. Before Strong makes his choice, we slowly fade out to commercial.*

*The screen goes black. Silence. Silence is broken via a loud, manly grunt. Another grunt followed by a deep voice yelling "PUSH!" More grunting. "PUSH HARDER!" Increased grunting with some panting and, perhaps, moaning. "HARDER! HARDER YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Rapid grunting, panting, and clear moaning. "ONE MORE! C'MON! PUSH! HARDER! YES! YES! YES!!!" The loudest, longest GRUNNNNNNNNT of the entire ordeal. A couple of sighs release the pent up energy... followed by panting. We fade in to a shot of Derek Mobley sitting up on a bench, drenched in sweat. Dean is busy wiping the bar clean of Derek's dirty hands. Mobley runs the back of his hand across his sweat covered forehead*

Derek Mobley: Whew... that was intense.

Dean: You can say that again, sucka!

*Derek stands, taking a look in a cracked mirror. It's at this point we get a quick look into their surroundings. A dark, dirty, dingy basement with a few aging workout mechanisms. It's the type of place Rocky would utilize... if Rocky were from a third world country. Derek flexes his right arm*

Derek Mobley: Not bad. Starting to resemble my old physique!

*Serious doubt canvasses Dean's face*

Dean: Perhaps you should lie back down, sucka. Do some more reps... that match ain't gon win itself.

Derek Mobley: I don't know... I'm pretty tired. Maybe we can have an early lunch.

*Dean becomes irate, twirling the sweat stained towel and snapping it into the middle of Mobley's back! Derek yelps before dropping back onto the bench and getting into position*

Dean: You think an early lunch is going to defeat Lurrr? Bifford? Ed Houston? Get to work, sucka!

Derek Mobley: But... I'm so tired.

Dean: Fuck off with that shit. It's montage time, sucka!

* "Last Friday Night" by Katy Perry begins to play. Shots of Mobley struggling to work out are shown... spliced in are shots of the Challenger going down. More shots of Mobley struggling. Shots of disappointed fat people failing to win a hot dog eating competition are shown. More shots of Mobley struggling. Shots of drunk people puking inside a bar before being tossed out on their ass are shown. More shots of Mobley... his arms are shaking as he gets what appears to be the final bench press up, without the aid of a ready Dean. He pops to his feet, triumphant. He starts dancing in tune to the music. Dean stands back, arms folded*

Dean: Geezus

*Dean reaches over and kills the Katy Perry music. Derek turns... his face is sad and confused*

Derek Mobley: I hadn't busted a move like that in years... why'd you end it?

Dean: Because I can't listen to another second of that shit. I'm sick of 'Thriller', too. When you defend that title... we're having you come out to real music.

*Derek mutters under his breath "Katy Perry IS real music"*

Dean: What was that, sucka?!

Derek Mobley: Nothing.

*Derek flexes a bit, hopeful he looks better than earlier. Dean sighs, grabbing him by the arm*

Dean: C'mon, sucka... you've earned some food. But, after that, more training... we've still got a long way to go.

*We cut back to the live feed*

Rockwell: Derek Mobley is doing all he can to get in shape for the title defense at GCWA Homecoming!

Hood: If he keeps it up, I'm reasonably sure he won't die in the ring. I mean, we'll have the medics standing by, but...

Rockwell: I don't think that's Derek's intention, Hood. Dean is getting him ready to come out of that match victorious!

Hood: He'd better get something to stop time. We're only a few weeks away!

Rockwell: But we're only a minute or two away from our main event! Let's go to the ring!

GCWA North American Title Match
Duce Jones(2-0) vs. Dylan Thomas (1-0)

Minos: It is time... for our main event of the evening... this match is scheduled for one fall... and will be for the GCWA North American Championship!!

*The camera focuses on the title belt, which is shining underneath a spotlight to the right of the ring. The fans cheer, excited to be here for a moment of history.*

Minos: Introducing first... standing 6'2" and weighing 225 lbs... from Greenwich, Connecticut, but currently residing in Hollywood, California... joined by his wife, Lissandra... here is "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas!!

* 'Somebody's Gonna Get It' starts up and Dylan Thomas emerges through the curtain arm in arm with his wife Lissandra Thomas. Both have a huge air of arrogance about them. The arena is FILLED with boos at these two. Does it phase them? Not in the least. They make their way to the ring with huge smirks on their faces and Dylan helps Lissandra up onto the apron, holding the ring ropes open for her. She climbs through and kisses her man as she does so. In the ring, Dylan arrogantly shouts at the people whilst on the nearest corner and Lissandra stays in the ring showing off her man, applauding. As the music dies down, Dylan helps his wife out of the ring, and they go to ringside, where Leonardo DiCaprio has a roped-off section all to himself. Dylan and Leo talk for a minute, all smiles.*

Hood: I still can't believe Leo is here!

Rockwell: Dylan Thomas certainly has connections in the entertainment world.

Hood: Man, I wish I had brought my copy of "What's Eating Gilbert Grape"! I could have gotten it signed!

Rockwell: ... What's Eating Gilbert Grape?

Hood: Shut up! It's a great movie!

Minos: And 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. He steps to the outside, handing off the vest, while looking to the side.*

Rockwell: Duce had a slightly-less starstruck week than Dylan did.

Hood: I'll say! That Head guy was just weird. Also, do you think Duce is going to get nailed with a drug test after what we saw?

Rockwell: Probably not. The GCWA's pretty loose on the drug tests, from what I recall. They just get in the way of business.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: It's time to decide a champion!

Hood: Yeah, if one of our challengers would get his ass back in the ring! Where's Duce going?

*Dylan is having a last-minute strategy discussion with Lissandra, as Duce walks around the outside of the ring. He's headed straight to where Leonardo DeCaprio is sitting. Leo stands up, with a couple of bodyguards nearby, as he uses his trademark smile towards Duce. But Duce doesn't seem to be too enthralled with the star. He starts talking to him, shaking his head, bringing up some of Leo's worst moments on screen, including getting mauled by a bear and drowning so Rose could live, when there was clearly plenty of room on the board she was laying on! Leo's got his hands up, keeping a little bit of distance between them. Duce points at him, sticking his hand in Leo's face. But he then suddenly gets knocked to the side, as Dylan nails him with a running shoulder block, putting Duce down! Dylan is immediately on top of him, punching away, as Lissandra follows, making sure that Leo is okay. The star nods, still enjoying himself.*

Rockwell: Dylan Thomas with the sneak attack!

Hood: Well, it's all Duce's fault, he shouldn't have been hassling an American icon!

Rockwell: Maybe not, but Dylan's never been one to pass up an opportunity for an ambush.

*Duce tries to pull himself up to fight, using the guardrail, but Dylan rakes Duce's back with his fingernails, causing Duce to stumble forward with a curse. Dylan then grabs Duce from behind, banging him headfirst onto the guardrail! With Duce looking dazed, Dylan holds him up, turning to some fans at ringside for a Selfie Photo Op. He taunts them while making Duce look towards the cell phone he grabbed, before turning and dragging Duce back towards the ring. The referee, knowing how important this match is, has done an extremely slow count, so there's no rush for Dylan as he sends Duce into the ring. Dylan then turns and grabs Lissandra, pulling her close and giving her a deep, dipping kiss! DiCaprio is shown, clapping, before we cut back. Lissandra, smiling, tells her man to get them a title, so Dylan rolls into the ring and stands up, posing for a moment to the jeers in the crowd. He turns back... and Duce charges him, nailing him with a bicycle knee strike!! Dylan's down, as Duce tries to make the quick cover... 1... 2.. but Dylan is able to easily kick out in time.*

Rockwell: Dylan's showboating almost cost him there!

Hood: That was such a dirty attack from Duce! Don't attack a man after he's kissed his woman!

Rockwell: But what about what Dylan did earlier?

Hood: That was different! That was protecting Leo!

*Dylan works to get up to his feet, rubbing his jaw. He turns, swinging wildly at Duce, but Duce easily ducks under it, steps to the side, and snaps off a superkick! Dylan topples backwards, into the ropes, getting a little tangled up. Duce, seizing the opportunity, moves back and positions himself. As Dylan tries to get himself free, Duce charges in, nailing him with a swinging knee lift, known as Nice To Knee You!! Dylan flips through the ropes and bounces off the apron before falling to the outside! Dylan raises his arms, pumping up the crowd. The cheering increases as he points out of the ring. Duce hits the ropes on the other side and rushes back, preparing for a dive... only to stop when Lissandra steps in front, guarding her husband! Duce, looking annoyed, gives up his plan for the dive, as Lissandra turns to check on her husband.*

Hood: What a brave woman, putting herself in danger to protect her man!

Rockwell: She shouldn't get involved at all, Hood! This isn't her match!

Hood: Well, she didn't really get involved. Duce made the decision not to jump, the right decision, I might add.

*Lissandra is still by Dylan, watching him regain his composure, while also warning him about the referee's count. Dylan nods, looking to get back in the ring. Duce has backed off, at least for now, watching from the center. Dylan slowly steps back through the ropes, watching Duce carefully. He raises his hands, backing off slightly, asking for another minute. But Duce is tired of waiting. He comes forward, looking to lock up with Dylan... only to have Dylan get a thumb to the eyes! Duce, blinded, steps back, but Dylan immediately presses his advantage. He bends Duce's arm behind him, then lifts him up with a hammerlock suplex, slamming him down on his arm! Duce rolls over to his stomach, while trying to shake his hurting arm out. Dylan grabs Duce by the legs, dragging him away from the ropes slightly, before using his legs to boost himself up, landing a senton leg drop!! Duce, stunned, is quickly covered... 1... 2... but Duce kicks free, getting his shoulder up off the mat.*

Rockwell: You never know what Dylan Thomas is going to do, you just know you can't trust him!

Hood: How can you not trust a friend of Leo's??

*Dylan's gained his confidence back, as he gives a nod to Lissandra outside of the ring. We get a shot of Leonardo DiCaprio cheering on his friend. Dylan steps back over to Duce and goes for his legs once again, this time to attempt to twist him into the Hollywood Cloverleaf submission!! But Duce fights off the grip, pushing himself backwards and grabbing hold of the ropes before the submission can even be applied. Dylan, a little annoyed, nods to the ref about releasing... but then yanks on Duce's legs, pulling him upwards. He meant for Duce to crash back to the mat in position for the Cloverleaf again, but Duce twists in mid-air, landing on his feet! A surprised Dylan can't counter when Duce knees him in the gut, bending him over. Duce locks up Dylan's arms across his back and lifts him over, landing a butterfly suplex! Duce then gets himself on top for the count... 1... 2... but it isn't enough, as Dylan pushes Duce off.*

Rockwell: These guys are looking evenly matched!

Hood: In wrestling skills, maybe. In lifestyles and friendships, not so much.

Rockwell: It's not the end-all, be-all to be friends with a celebrity, Hood.

Hood: Compare Leo to Head. I'll wait.

*Duce pulls Dylan up, as the pace of the match is starting to take its toll on both men. Dylan tries to beg off, stepping backwards. He then tries a quick kick towards Duce's groin, but Duce wisely catches the leg! Dylan, held off-balance, again tries to ask for a break, but Duce isn't having it. He drops Dylan's leg and quickly comes forward, kicking him in the chest. He then follows through with the rest of the sequence known as The Juice: a spinning backfirst, a kick to the leg, and ending with the D-Trigga!! Dylan is in a bad way, as Duce rolls on top to make another pin attempt... 1... 2... but Dylan is able to grab the nearby ropes, breaking up the count. Duce, bummed at the bad luck, grabs Dylan and pulls him away from the ropes. He then heads back into the corner, waiting as Dylan slowly sits up. Duce rushes forward, going for a shining wizard knee strike, but Dylan drops back again to the mat to avoid it. As Duce stumbles against the opposite corner, Dylan uses all his remaining energy to hop up. Duce turns and charges again, but Dylan catches him with a rolling snap suplex! Dylan lands on top... 1... 2... but Duce kicks out!*

Rockwell: Every time one gets the advantage, the tide quickly turns!

Hood: But Dylan has something that Duce doesn't, and that will get him the victory.

Rockwell: If you say Leo one more time...

Hood: Not Leo. Lissandra!

*Dylan has crawled over to the ropes, where Lissandra is there, giving him a pep talk. Duce has rolled to his side, trying to get his bearings back. He starts to get up, but Dylan moves in behind him, quickly cradling Duce down! 1... 2... Duce escapes! Dylan angrily yells at the referee to count faster, before getting back to his feet. He yanks Duce up, setting him up for the Perfect Finisher! But Duce starts struggling, realizing the position he's in. Dylan tries to hang on, but Duce yanks free, snapping his head up... and smashing Dylan right in the face!! Dylan falls backwards, stunned, although the blow does almost as much damage to Duce, as he collapses backwards as well. The fans cheer, as they're always excited about a double knockdown, as long as it's not the end of the match. The camera suddenly zooms in, focusing on Dylan.*

Rockwell: I think... yes! Dylan Thomas has been busted open from that last hit!

Hood: No! His perfect face!!

*Dylan struggles back up to his knees, not realizing at first what happened. He suddenly feels it, reaching up and rubbing the blood from his nose and mouth. He looks at it, his eyes widening with fury. As Duce gets back to his feet, Dylan suddenly rushes at him, tackling him back to the mat! He starts going wild, punching and kicking at Duce rapidly, with Duce only able to cover up and try to protect himself. Dylan is absolutely out of control, enough that the referee gets involved, moving him backwards. Dylan looks ready to hit the referee as well, but Lissandra's voice reaches him, and he goes over to where she's standing on the apron. She tries to calm Dylan down, giving him a handkerchief to help wipe off the blood. She assures Dylan that nothing's permanently damaged, as Dylan seethes, trying to calm down. On the outside, we see Leonardo DeCaprio looking concerned.*

Hood: That bastard made Dylan bleed!

Rockwell: I don't think it was intentional, Hood.

Hood: Who cares?! It happened, and Dylan's going to make him pay!

*Dylan finishes wiping off his nose and mouth, throwing the bloody handkerchief outside the ring. Lissandra tells him to go finish things, clutching at his hand. Dylan nods and gives her a quick kiss, thanking her, before heading back over to where Duce has sat himself in the corner. He pulls Duce up, setting him against the turnbuckles, and rears back to take a mighty swing. but Duce ducks, avoiding the punch, and steps inside, picking Dylan up on his shoulders! He carries him out, spinning him into the Final Tic 2.0!!! Dylan's head snaps back from the knee strike, dropping him to the ground. Duce, pumped up, goes to the corner, calling for the Krayzed Knee!! The place is going wild, wanting to see it. But as Duce starts to go, Lissandra reaches out from under the ropes, grabbing at his foot! Duce stumbles slightly, but doesn't go down. He glares back over at Lissandra, as the ref moves in to admonish her.*

Rockwell: Lissandra needs to stay out of this one!

Hood: I think she just saw that Duce's shoes were untied, and she was trying to help.

Rockwell: But his shoes aren't untied!

Hood And did he thank her? No!

*As Lissandra and the referee argue, Duce sets himself again, seeing Dylan rising back up. He charges, going for the Krayzed Knee!! But Dylan suddenly snaps himself up, landing an uppercut strike!! Duce snaps backwards, flopping senselessly backwards onto the mat! Dylan shakes his hand achingly and turns towards the ropes, surreptitiously tossing something outside of the ring. He then rushes forward, and grabs Duce's legs, twisting him over to get a strong pinfall. Lissandra, seeing this, tells the ref to turn around, and he does, rushing in to make the cover. As soon as the ref drops to look at Duce's shoulders, Dylan quickly puts his feet up on the ropes... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... and NEW GCWA North American Champion... "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas!!

Hood: YES!!! The Perfection continues! What a champion!!

Rockwell: What did Dylan throw aside there at the end?

Hood: What? I didn't see anything.

Rockwell: He punched Duce with it. Did Lissandra hand him a weapon or something? Plus, he used the ropes!

Hood: You're delirious, Adrian. Just enjoy the fact that we have a worthy new champion! The New Era is looking amazing!

*Dylan rolls outside the ring, still smarting over the slight blood that's on his face. He makes his way over to Lissandra, who goes to give him a big kiss, only to have him wince slightly from his split lip. He apologizes to her, glaring back in the ring, where Duce is being checked on by the referee. Lissandra gets his attention back by handing him the GCWA North American Championship. He takes it and finally smiles, joining Lissandra in walking over to where Leo is. The three start to celebrate, as Duce comes to in the ring, holding his jaw painfully.*

Rockwell: This obviously wasn't a clean contest.

Hood: Of course it wasn't! Damn that Duce for bloodying Dylan!

Rockwell: That's not what I mean! I don't think this is going to be over between these two.

*Dylan, Lissandra, & Leo head up the ramp together, apparently about to go to a private celebration at a high-class club. Duce rolls out of the ring, still a little dazed. He reaches down and picks up something he sees on the ground, staring at the piece of metal. It all comes together, as Duce angrily squeezes the metal. We cut away.*

*The picture cuts to backstage, where we see The Accelerator making his way through the back. His nurse is following behind him, although Ace doesn't seem to appreciate her company. She's a rather plain-looking nurse, not like it used to be back in Ace's day. The nurses were all stunning back then. But she is competent, at least. They go into the parking lot, where The Accelerator's limousine is waiting. Ace nods to the nurse, who goes off to use her own car. No free rides! Ace slowly gets into the limo, and has gotten fully inside before he realizes that someone is in there. He seems to recognize whoever it is, nodding to the person.*

The Accelerator: Hello, Deana. Good to see you.

*The doors shut, and the limo pulls away. Any discussions will be kept secret. We fade out.*

OOC: It was an angle-heavy show, but I think this one came out pretty good, especially with such a great main event! Congrats, you guys, it wasn't easy to decide. One more Inferno before GCWA Homecoming!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, September 27th 2019

From the Cowtown Coliseum, Fort Worth, TX

Opener

R.M. Strong vs. Xtreme

Mid-Card

Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn vs. The Lost Soul

Crash Rodriguez vs. Dangerous Dan

The Big Bifford vs. Dylan Thomas, Non-Title match

Main Event

Ed Houston vs. Chad Vargas

Roleplaying will be from Friday, September 20th to Wednesday, September 25th, giving you 6 days to post your roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!