Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*As you go to sit down in front of your computer, you check the date. You check the date again. You open up the calendar app on your phone and search, looking there as well. It's no lie. We're already at the end of September 2019. What a quick month! It must be all the wrestling you've been watching lately, making it feel like the days have flown by. That reminds you to get your browser going, and get yourself logged in and ready for the official GCWA feed! Thankfully, your Internet is working (for the moment), which allows you to watch as the show begins.*

Voice: A month ago, the world changed. The Global Championship Wrestling Association reopened its doors, and for the last month, the competition to be the best in the New Era of the GCWA has reached new levels of intensity.

*Video clips of The Big Bifford, Ed Houston, and Lurrr are shown, with each stating their case for why they should be the #1 contender to the GCWA World Heavyweight Title held by Derek "The Thriller" Mobley. We see The Accelerator making his announcement, off of his son's suggestion, to have a Fatal Fourway match for the championship.*

Voice: And now, other conflicts have emerged, as the quest for gold cannot be denied.

*Video runs of The Danger Boiz standing in the ring when Jonathan Barrows reveals that the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles are coming back, followed by the surprising debut of Crash Rodriguez and Jace Savage, setting up a match for the belts. We also see clips from the match between Dylan Thomas and Duce Jones for the GCWA North American Championship, with Dylan's win being marred by the controversy of what was used to win. Duce is shown finding a piece of metal outside the ring, looking furious.*

Voice: Tonight, it's the final step on this road. The road that has led the GCWA to its... Homecoming.

*The camera flies by several wrestlers standing and facing off, looking ready to rumble. 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 find ourselves in Fort Worth, Texas! The Cowtown Coliseum looks completely sold out, showing the excitement in the area for the GCWA making its return. The camera moves and focuses on our two usual announcers, as we get ready for another exciting night of wrestling action!*

Rockwell: Welcome, everyone, to the hottest show in the world right now, the Global Championship Wrestling Association's Friday Night Inferno!!

Hood: Since Game of Thrones is off the air, I'm comfortable with that description.

Rockwell: I'm Adrian Rockwell, and with me, as always, is the man we call Hood.

Hood: "The man we call Hood"? It's my name, dumbass.

Rockwell: So you say. I'm still assuming you changed it because your real name is so ridiculous.

Hood: ...

Rockwell: We've got a lot of wrestling to get to tonight! Five matches which should lead to some thrilling contests! Some of the matches tonight could have been good enough for Homecoming next week!

Hood: It's all about positioning. If The Big Bifford loses to Dylan Thomas, or Ed Houston loses to Chad Vargas, I think those guys should get their spots in the World Title Fatal Fourway. It's only fair.

Rockwell: I don't think it works that way, Hood. But there's definitely a lot on the line tonight, as momentum can be a key factor in winning the gold!

*"Dangerous" by Within Temptation hits the speakers, causing a mixed reaction from the crowd. They all turn to the entryway, where Jonathan Barrows is making his way out onto the stage.*

Rockwell: Looks like we're starting with one of our co-owners tonight, Hood.

Hood: Didn't we do this last week?

Rockwell: That was Hunter, not Jonathan. Big difference.

Hood: Right.

*Jonathan looks out at the crowd, listening to the reaction. As always, it's hard to read the expression on his face, trained from so many years of wearing a mask.*

Jonathan Barrows: Welcome, everyone, to Friday Night Inferno. We are now one week away from our biggest show yet, GCWA Homecoming, and I wanted to come out and thank you all for supporting the GCWA. We put tickets on sale at the new GCWA Arena yesterday in preparation for the show. As of this morning, we are officially sold out!

*The crowd cheers, loving this development. A few grumpy-looking people in the front row sag on the railing, having failed to get tickets.*

Rockwell: After how we began, the fact that we're already having sell-outs is incredible!

Hood: Eh, it's probably a majority of scalpers. I bet the tickets are going for three times what they're worth.

Rockwell: I hate those guys.

Jonathan Barrows: We haven't forgotten about tonight, though, as we're bringing you some PPV quality matches. Crash Rodriguez debuts tonight!

*Mixed reaction, followed by a "Danger Boiz" chant. Jonathan ignores the reaction.*

Jonathan Barrows: Dylan Thomas, the new GCWA North American Champion!

*Boos on this one, as the crowd would rather cheer for The Big Bifford.*

Jonathan Barrows: And, of course, in our main event, "The Rocketman" Ed Houston!

*This one gets cheers.*

Rockwell: Interesting how Jonathan is only naming one of the competitors in each match.

Hood: Might as well just go with the best ones, right?

Rockwell: I tend to think Dangerous Dan, The Big Bifford, and Chad Vargas might disagree with you, Hood.

Hood: They're welcome to. It's a free country.

Jonathan Barrows: I do have one special announcement to make, regarding the man known as Lurrr.

*Another mixed reaction, as Lurrr is by no means a fan favorite, but he did have some exciting moments recently.*

Jonathan Barrows: Due to Lurrr's actions last week against my brother, Hunter Barrows, we have regretfully had to ban him from the arena tonight.

*Definite boos now.*

Jonathan Barrows: However, Lurrr WILL be there next week, as we wouldn't take away his earned title shot... unless he decides to break our rules tonight.

Rockwell: I would definitely call that a threat from Jonathan Barrows.

Hood: I think it's more of a friendly warning, Adrian. I mean, remember, Hunter wanted to have Lurrr fired. Jonathan's looking out for the man!

Jonathan Barrows: We have a lot of action to get to tonight, so let's...

*Suddenly, "Cocky" by Kid Rock starts playing, and the crowd gets on their feet.*

Rockwell: He's here!

Hood: No! Lurrr's banned!

*Jonathan Barrows calmly looks back towards the entryway, waiting. But no one comes out. Instead, the big screen above the entryway comes on, and Lurrr appears, apparently in a hotel room of some sort.*

Lurrr: Jesus Christ, you think you're fucking hot stuff, don't you, Barrows? Making this big pronouncement of me being banned, when I had no intention of gracing these fans with my presence. I've got better things to do.

*The fans boo at this, not liking being ignored.*

Lurrr: I just wanted to quickly remind you... this is MY show. And the GCWA World Heavyweight Title is MY championship. Fatso Mobley just doesn't know it yet. And once I take care of him and the rest of the losers, I'm coming for you nut sack creations of Ace, you pathetic cocksuckers!

*Lurrr kicks at the camera, and the feed dies. Jonathan shakes his head, even as Lurrr's music starts playing again. Jonathan heads to the back, likely to find out who played that feed. We slowly fade out.*

*We find ourselves backstage, in a back corner of the Coliseum. Peter Vaughn is there, in the darkness, studying the bottle in front of him. He takes a deep breath.*

Peter Vaughn: I've got to do it. Another loss would be horrible.

*Vaughn takes the top off the bottle, shaking a pill into his hand. He considers it, running his tongue across his lip.*

Peter Vaughn: I have no choice. I have to win.

*Vaughn downs the pill, taking it old-school, with no water. He almost regrets that decision, as the pill sticks for a moment, but he manages to choke it down. Coughing, he leans against the wall for a minute. His eyes go wide, and then he takes a deep breath, as if feeling stronger already.*

Peter Vaughn: I'm ready now, Lost Soul. I'm ready for you.

*After a few more moments of breathing heavily, he stumbles away, grabbing his mop along the way. He leaves the bottle behind, sitting on a stool. The camera moves in, focusing on the bottle of Vitamin B-12. We go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: We'll have to see what shape Peter Vaughn is in later tonight.

Hood: What, from taking vitamins? He'll be fine, as long as he hasn't taken too many.

Rockwell: Let's get to the ring for our opening contest!

Singles Match
R.M. Strong (0-1) vs. Xtreme (6-18-1)

Minos: Our opening contest of the evening... is scheduled for one fall... now making his way to the ring... standing 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: Xtreme hasn't found much in the way of wins since getting back into the action.

Hood: Nope. But he's been happy with all the pain he's been feeling.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 264 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... here is "The Bastard Son" R.M. Strong!!

*The arena lights don't dim or anything. You can slightly hear music coming from the backstage area as R.M. Strong pushes through the curtain. He's carrying an 80's era boom box which is blaring LLCoolJ's Momma Said Knock You Out. It's very loud, so the sound is horrible. He's wearing a Chicago Cubs jersey, sleeves ripped off. He carries the boombox down the aisle, looking over the crowd with their mix of cheers and boos. He slides the stereo into the ring, then slides under the bottom rope.*

Hood: This guy really should have been fired.

Rockwell: That's a little harsh, Hood.

Hood: You're right. He was never hired in the first place, at least not legally, so not fired, just thrown out.

Rockwell: Well, he's got the chance to prove himself here tonight, and at Homecoming.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So which one of these guys will get themselves their first victory in the new GCWA?

Hood: I'm betting both get pinned by Minos.

Rockwell: That... would be shocking.

*Strong and Xtreme meet in the center of the ring, jawing at each other. Xtreme still has a large smile on his face. Strong, looking a little more serious this time, suddenly rears back, smashing Xtreme with a right hand. Xtreme stumbles away, but then, still smiling, comes back and swings himself, striking Strong. The two men exchange a few more shots, going back and forth. But soon Strong is taking over, blocking Xtreme's attempts and nailing Xtreme repeatedly in the side of the head, driving him backwards to the ropes. Strong then does a short clothesline, knocking Xtreme over the top rope and sending him to the floor... where Xtreme lands on his feet! Xtreme looks around, then reaches in, grabbing Strong's legs to pull him out of the ring as well. The two men continue to fight on the outside, with fans nearby looking on a little nervously.*

Hood: That might have been the most athletic move I've ever seen from Xtreme.

Rockwell: Everyone was shocked, including Xtreme. I think it was pretty much a lucky bounce.

Hood: Not lucky for Strong, as he has to fight a madman with weapons around.

*Strong is back in control now, as he drags Xtreme over and bangs his head into the apron. Xtreme comes right back up, laughing, which startles Strong. He steps back, with Xtreme charging him, but Strong quickly gets a backdrop, sending Xtreme flying onto the outside mats! That wipes the smile off of Xtreme's face, as he writhes in pain on the thin padding. Strong makes sure to go under the ropes to stop the count before coming back out. He is determined to get a victory here tonight. He pulls up Xtreme, landing a few more punches to keep him weak, and then goes to try and send him into the ring. Xtreme puts his arms on the apron, resisting leaving the outside. Strong grabs him by the hair, yanking his head back... and Xtreme snaps back forward, biting Strong's other hand!! Strong yells, trying to free himself without losing any flesh!*

Rockwell: Xtreme's getting a taste of Strong!

Hood: Gross, Xtreme! Don't you remember where those hands have been??

*Xtreme's tenacity is impressive, as he won't let go of the bite despite multiple hits. Finally, Strong gets a kick that's close to being a low blow, a risky shot that could have lost more skin. Instead, Xtreme releases the bite and falls to his knees. Strong shakes his hand back and forth, and blood can be seen. Anger flashes across Strong's face, as no one likes to see their own blood, except for maybe Xtreme. Strong starts kicking furiously away at Xtreme, doing a lot of damage to him on the outside. The referee gets to nine on his count, yelling it at Strong, which is the only thing that stops him. Strong breaks the count again, then drops back outside, this time being able to get the weakened Xtreme into the ring. He follows, continuing to stomp furiously on Xtreme, keeping him down.*

Rockwell: Strong isn't messing around tonight.

Hood: His whole GCWA career is on the line, after all. He should be taking it seriously.

Rockwell: But can he keep Xtreme down?

Hood: C'mon, Minos, get in there!

*Xtreme slowly gets up, hurting, as Strong argues with the referee, who had intervened. Xtreme leans painfully on the ropes, smiling once again. Their is blood in his beard, but it's hard to tell if it's his own or from Strong's hand. He staggers forward, wanting more, and Strong quickly pushes the referee out of the way... and nails Xtreme with the 1871 (Ripcord Lariat)!! Xtreme is flat on his back, completely out of it, but that's not enough for Strong. He pulls Xtreme back to an upright position, then shows some major strength by lifting the heavier wrestler over his shoulder and hanging him there, before dropping with the Chicago Massacre!!! Xtreme is out, making the pin barely necessary. Strong does it anyway, holding Xtreme down, as the referee makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!

Minos: Here is your winner... R.M. Strong!!

Rockwell: A big victory for R.M. Strong, showing he's still got it!

Hood: I mean, it's Xtreme. Get Minos in there, and now we're talking.

Rockwell: What matters here is that The Accelerator gave Strong an opportunity, and Strong capitalized on it. Now, what will he do with the contract for GCWA Homecoming??

*As R.M. Strong leaves the ring, still excited over getting the victory, a small man can be seen jogging up towards him. The man gets there, huffing and puffing for a few seconds as Strong watches him, wondering what's going on. The man finally gets his breathing under control.*

R.M. Strong: You okay, Jones?

Jones: I'm... okay... it's just... a long run... from the back...

*Jones takes a few deep breaths, then raises his mic up again.*

Jones: Sorry. I was sent out here by The Accelerator. He said your time is up.

*Strong looks at Jones strangely.*

Jones: I mean, your time to decide on your opponent for Homecoming. He says we need an answer right now. Are you going to face The Lost Soul? Chad Vargas? Or both? You have to make a choice.

R.M. Strong: Hmmm...

*Strong reaches into Jones' pocket, pulling out a notepad and pen he had sitting there. He writes the names on each sheet, tearing off the paper and folding them up. Jones looks saddened to have some of his paper used, but he keeps his cool. Strong looks around and walks over to some fans in the audience. They seem excited to be there next to him, until Strong grabs the hat off the teenager in the front, walking away with it. He puts the names into the hat and starts shaking it.*

Jones: Surely you can't be serious.

R.M. Strong: I am serious. And don't tempt me with old jokes.

*Strong reaches in and pulls out a piece of paper. He opens it up, then shows it to the camera. It has the word "Both" written on it.*

R.M. Strong: Looks like I'm fighting both of them.

Jones: Strong, your career could basically be on the line here! Are you sure about this?

*Strong laughs and walks off, dropping the stuff and leaving Jones behind. Jones picks up the piece of paper, shrugging.*

Jones: Looks like it's going to be R.M. Strong vs. Chad Vargas vs. The Lost Soul at Homecoming!

*Jones starts to leave as well, then notices the hat. Being a good guy, he takes it over and hands it back to the teenager, who seems pretty happy still that he got to be involved in the 'decision'. The picture fades out.*

*We come back to the break with an overview of the ring, while the voices of the announcers can be heard.*

Rockwell: What's that? I'm just hearing that coming up right now is a special announcement by the GCWA North American Champion, Dylan Thomas.

Hood: Excellent! Good luck to him against Bifford tonight.

Rockwell: Indeed.

*The camera feed opens to Dylan Thomas sat on a beach in Hawaii. He looks at the camera in his black swim shorts and shades smiling. Lissandra is laid next to him, also smiling. *

Dylan Thomas: Greetings. It's I, your dashingly handsome... picture perfect Adonis... FAVOURITE wrestler...

*The crowd boo at the word 'FAVOURITE'*

Dylan Thomas: .... 'Perfection, Personified' Dylan Thomas. Now then... Bathroom Break. This one goes out to you, my friend. Already I have beaten you for the GCWA North American title... But since I like to think of myself as something of a philanthropist and a good humanitarian helping the less fortunate... At GCWA Homecoming - my debut Pay-Per-View... October 6th! You and I are going to dance the dance again and I'm going to allow you to have your rematch for my title! Aren't I a good person?

Lissandra Thomas: And maybe then Duce... you can stop moaning to everyone with ears how you were screwed out of the win.

*The camera feed cuts away.*

Hood: Wow! What a guy. Allowing Duce another chance at his title...

Rockwell: I think he's contractually obligated to have his rematch, Hood.

Hood: Yeah but so soon! What a guy Dylan is.

Rockwell: What a guy indeed.

Singles Match
Peter Vaughn (4-15-1) vs. The Lost Soul (25-22-2)

Minos: Our next match... is scheduled for one fall... coming out first... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... a former GCWA Hardcore Champion and a former Outsiders champion... from Dallas, Texas... 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 comes out onto the stage. He looks shaky, his mop vibrating in his hands. He shakes it hard to the beat of the song, jumping a couple of times before running towards the ring. A few fans reach out for a high five with the mop, only to have to duck the swing instead.*

Rockwell: The Janitor's looking more pumped up for this one!

Hood: Does he really think vitamins and supplements are the same as steroids?

Rockwell: Well, you've heard about the effects of placebos, haven't you?

Hood: But... they're vitamins!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'3" and weighing 235 lbs... from Parts Unknown... a former GCWA X Division & Intercontinental 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: The Lost Soul hasn't had the best run in the GCWA since his return to the company. This could be the start of his comeback.

Hood: Maybe the guy just needs a new mask.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Let's see what these two talented wrestlers have to show us!

Hood: Two? Are you counting the referee?

*Vaughn is turned around in his corner, grasping at the ropes, still shaking. He almost looks like he's starting to foam at the mouth. But that's probably just spit. The Lost Soul doesn't seem to be in any hurry, waiting in his own corner. Vaughn slowly turns around, keeping his eyes wide. He stares over at The Lost Soul, or at least in his general direction. Vaughn looks like he's trying to puff himself up, to make it look like his muscles have grown. They haven't. He gives a loud yell, then charges at The Lost Soul, swinging wildly. The Lost Soul easily dodges him, with Vaughn managing to stop before hitting the turnbuckle. He spins and rushes again, but again The Lost Soul easily dodges him. Vaughn, frustrated, turns and charges once more. This time, The Lost Soul not only dodges, he also trips up Vaughn, sending him flopping onto the mat and skidding out of the ring to the outside!*

Rockwell: The Janitor is a mad man in there!

Hood: It was just fucking vitamins!!

Rockwell: I hope Vaughn didn't mix something else in with it.

Hood: What, like a fat burner or something?

*Vaughn is still down on the outside, shuddering as he lays there, trying to get himself back under control. The Lost Soul, shaking his head, steps out onto the apron and drops down next to Vaughn. He pulls him up, intent on getting him back into the ring. But Vaughn rears up, knocking The Lost Soul's hand away! Both men look at their arms at the same time, both a little shocked. Vaughn, looking thrilled, suddenly jumps up with a dropkick, knocking TLS back! The Lost Soul drops to a knee, but doesn't go all the way down from the hit. He stands back up, looking more perturbed, but Vaughn rushes at him when given the opportunity, hitting a clothesline! TLS finally goes down, with Vaughn smacking the edge of the apron and yelling out again. He jumps up and down, fired up.*

Hood: I don't believe what I'm seeing!

Rockwell: Vaughn is actually on the offensive!

Hood: Maybe we DO need to get that man a drug test!

*Vaughn, seeing The Lost Soul already getting up, goes back into the ring. He waits for The Lost Soul to follow him, feeling himself powered up. He raises a hand, demanding a test of strength with TLS! The Lost Soul, barely looking winded from the assault, decides to come in, reaching up for the test of strength. They grab hold with each hand, and the test begins. Vaughn's smile quickly fades as he realizes he's going down quickly, unable to stop TLS from turning the hold over. Soon, Vaughn is dropped to his knees, letting out shrieks of pain at how much his fingers are twisting. TLS lowers his left hand to the floor... then stomps on it! Vaughn grabs his hand protectively, scooting away on his backside. But TLS follows, still annoyed from what happened earlier. He pulls Vaughn up, kneeing him, and then taking him back down with a quick DDT! The Lost Soul rolls Vaughn over, just wanting to end this... 1... 2... but Vaughn somehow manages to kick out in time.*

Hood: So much for the strength boost from B-12.

Rockwell: It takes time, Hood. But vitamins and supplements are still good ideas for athletes.

Hood: Even for Vaughn?

Rockwell: Especially for Vaughn.

*The Lost Soul, still looking like he doesn't want to continue, picks Vaughn up and easily bodyslams him, planting him on the mat. TLS then heads for the side, coming back to try for the Souled Out!! But before TLS can go, Vaughn staggers back up to his feet, wobbly but now out of position. Seeing this, The Lost Soul moves in instead, grabbing at The Janitor. But Vaughn pulls away, hitting the ropes and coming back with a wild right arm! It misses, as TLS easily dodges it, then grabs Vaughn from behind, working to roll him up in a school boy. But somehow, as they twist down on the mat, Vaughn manages a reversal into a cradle, hanging on as the referee dives in from the side... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Rockwell: Oh My God!!

Hood: Holy Shit!!

Minos: Here is your winner... Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn!!

*The coliseum is shocked, but cheers loudly nonetheless, as Peter Vaughn gets back to his feet. He looks around, stunned himself. The Lost Soul is already arguing with the referee, swearing that he got his shoulder up, but the referee isn't going to change his position. Vaughn stumbles to the ropes, looking out, still trying to figure out if he actually did it.*

Rockwell: The Janitor did it! Easily the biggest upset of the GCWA's current run!

Hood: Man, what happened? Can we see a replay? Did TLS get his shoulder up in time?

Rockwell: We don't have the money for replays, Hood. People will just have to watch the feed again at home.

Hood: I'm still stunned. The Janitor won a match!

*The fans are still cheering as Vaughn weakly raises his arm over his head, saluting them. He then looks at his hand, seeing that it's a little shaky, and decides it's best to head for the locker room. He slides under the ropes and starts on his way back, still looking stunned, but a small smile is also now on his face. The Lost Soul watches him leave, frustrated.*

*We go to the back, where we get a shot of The Big Bifford coming through the doors.*

Security Guard: Hey, Biff's here!

*The security guard nods to Bifford, who nods back. He then turns and says something to Earl The Popcorn Salesman, who was standing behind him. Earl goes up to the security guard to chat him up, as Bifford continues on his way towards his locker room to prepare for his match tonight with the GCWA North American Champion. The picture fades to commercial.*

*We come back still backstage, where we see various wrestlers walking along the hallway. There seems to be an added intensity as GCWA gets closer to its first major event. Jones appears, hurrying through the wrestlers, continuing his efforts to find people. He is determined to do a good job, and maybe start working his way back up the ladder in the GCWA. He stops for a second, catching his breath.*

Jones: He's got... to be here... somewhere...

*Jones looks around, wondering if he should ask anyone, and if it will get him punched. Finally, though, he locates his target, rushing over to where Chad Vargas is standing, talking with a lady. Jones interrupts, pulling on Vargas' arm, annoying him.*

Chad Vargas: What do you want, slapnuts?

Jones: Sorry to interrupt, Chad, er, Mr. Vargas. I just wanted to get your opinion on your match at Homecoming.

Chad Vargas: My match? Against who?

Jones: As I understand it, you're going to be fighting The Lost Soul and R.M. Strong in a Triple Threat match.

*Vargas is silent for a second, before bursting into laughter. He keeps laughing as he walks away, leaving Jones behind.*

Jones: I'll take that as a "No Comment".

*Jones moves off, apparently to try and find The Lost Soul, although that may prove to be impossible. We go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: I don't think Vargas is taking that match too seriously.

Hood: Well, he's got Houston to worry about later tonight. Why worry about the future?

Rockwell: Maybe, but it's still a PPV match.

Hood: He'll be ready for it. This is the Confederate Icon we're talking about!

Rockwell: Let's get back to the action!

Singles Match
Dangerous Dan (35-28-1) vs. Crash Rodriguez (0-0)

Minos: The next match... is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 5'11" and weighing 225 lbs... from Smithville, Tennessee... a former GCWA Hardcore Champion and one-half of the three time GCWA World Tag-Team Champions... joined by Crazy Chris... here is Dangerous Dan!!

*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.*

"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. They head to the corner waiting for the match to start.*

Rockwell: The Danger Boiz thought they were getting the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles last week, but Jonathan Barrows pulled the swerve.

Hood: Serves them right, thinking they'd get belts handed to them.

Rockwell: Barrows invited them out there, there was a covered platform, what else were they supposed to think?

Hood: Not that they were becoming champs! Gotta earn things in the GCWA!

Rockwell: And what did Rodriguez & Savage do to earn a title shot? They haven't even wrestled a match yet!

Minos: His opponent... accompanied by Jace "The Reaper" Savage... standing 5'11" and weighing 204 lbs... from Kansas City, Missouri... here is "The Crooked Man" Crash Rodriguez!!

*As the opening riff of "21st Century Schizoid Man" fills the arena, Crash Rodriguez, wearing a crown of barbed wire. starts to walk down the ramp. Jace Savage comes out after him, following at a comfortable pace. As the second verse, "Blood Rack, Barbed Wire", plays Crash holds his head and starts to squeal and shake, as if calming the pain inside his head. As he regains his composure, he removes his barbed wire crown and he enters the ring as the solo begins playing, he leans against a turnbuckle and falls to a seated position, rocking back in forth until the solo fades away. Savage stays on the outside, watching for Crazy Chris, who is talking to his brother.*

Rockwell: A lot of people have been greatly anticipating Crash's first match in the GCWA.

Hood: Guy was looking like a major contender in OCW, so I think he can go pretty far in the New Era here.

Rockwell: With Jace Savage as his partner, Crash could easily be the next GCWA World Tag-Team Champions, if the Danger Boiz can't stop them.

*Crazy Chris finishes up talking with Dangerous Dan, giving him a strong pep talk. He steps down as Dan turns to face Crash Rodriguez, who is looking ready for the pain to begin. However, Dan's attention quickly gets distracted, as Jace Savage suddenly runs from the side, nailing Crazy Chris with a clothesline!! He starts beating on Chris, as Dan, shocked, starts to leave the ring to go to his brother's aid. But now Crash is charging, grabbing Dan from behind and raking across his eyes from behind! The referee tries to admonish Crash, but he doesn't care, as the match hasn't officially started yet. He starts punching away on Dan, then adds in a headbutt, sending Dan toppling from the ring! Crash follows, even as Jace continues to work over Chris.*

Rockwell: The match hasn't begun yet! This is an ambush!

Hood: Hey, you don't have to beat someone for the titles if they can't show up!

*On the outside, Jace comes over to join Crash, and they grab Dangerous Dan, throwing him into the steel steps with a tremendous bang! Dan is down, as Jace & Crash look particularly pleased with themselves. However, Crazy Chris suddenly reappears, running up the very steps that Dan just hit and leaps, hitting a splash into both men!! The crowd cheers, as Chris furiously swings at Jace, working to keep him down. Crash gets back up, grabbing Chris from behind and taking him over with a side slam on the outside!! Crash has a few words for Chris, before turning around... and meeting a flying Dan, who nails him with the ENDDING to Remember!!! Crash is down, as Dan rolls on the outside mat, his shoulder clearly still hurting from the impact with the steps earlier.*

Hood: Man, this has gotten extreme in a hurry!

Rockwell: These two teams are trying to kill each other before they can even get to Homecoming!

Hood: So much for tonight's match!

*Dan struggles back to his feet, only to have Savage lock onto him and suplex him over, tossing him aside! Jace pulls himself back up, grabbing at Crazy Chris, and he calls a weakened Crash over, wanting to send Chris through the nearby table! The announcers back up, but Chris fights his way free with some elbow shots, only to turn and get ko'ed by Crash, who hits Twisted Memories!!! Chris is out, as Crash stands over the X Division Champion. He looks proud of himself, but that only lasts a second, as Dangerous Dan charges back in, spearing Crash AND Jace and sending all three flying over the table!!*

Hood: Aggghhh!!!

Rockwell: What act... we need... mic isn't...

*Rockwell's mic is clearly malfunctioning now, although both announcers were safely out of harm's way. The crowd, which has been cheering the whole time, starts to boo as GCWA security finally arrives on the scene, rushing down to ringside to separate everyone. Of course, it's rather pointless, as nobody's standing at the moment. They move in anyways, as we cut away from ringside.*

*We cut backstage to the Thomas's dressing room, where we see Lissandra sat on the couch once again. She's all smiles. Dylan, however, is looking very serious for once. He's pacing up and down - his eyes almost in a trance...*

Lissandra Thomas: Earlier on tonight, they played that message to Duce Jones that we recorded while out in Maui babe.

Dylan Thomas: Hmm.

*Dylan for the first time in his life since meeting Lissandra has not heard a word she just said.*

Lissandra Thomas: Babe? Baby? Hellooooo are you listening?

*Dylan shakes his head to wake himself up out of the trance.*

Dylan Thomas: Huh? What?

Lissandra Thomas: Baby, I said that earlier on they played our message to Duce...

Dylan Thomas: Oh. Great, baby... great.

*Looking concerned for her husband's well being Lissandra walks over and gives Dylan a hug.*

Lissandra Thomas: Listen here, you. I've already told you you're going to win tonight. You're fretting over nothing.

Dylan Thomas: I'm not scared Lissie! I'm not scared of anyone, you know that...

*Lissandra cocks an eyebrow.*

Lissandra Thomas: So... what's the matter, then?

Dylan Thomas: I'm going to either die tonight by cannibalism, or I'm going to choke to death thanks to a severe flatulence problem on his part... Or I'm gonna put my back out lifting that heavy ass!

*Dylan stares at the camera laughing.*

Dylan Thomas: Ha! I got you stupid fans, watching this! Lissie, help me get ready.

*The Thomas's laugh and Lissandra shuts the door.*

*The shot takes us backstage, where Ed Houston is seated in a very large dressing room. He's warming up, preparing himself for battle, ignoring the baskets of fruit and other food that have been placed to the side. That's where Bob Black is standing, enjoying the fruits of his client's labor... literally. There's a knock at the door, and Hunter Barrows comes in. He's still limping from his injury a few weeks ago, but appears to be on the mend.*

Hunter Barrows: Good evening, you two. Just wanted to see how our future champ is feeling.

Bob Black: We're doing wonderfully, Mr. Barrows! Thanks for the great room!

Hunter Barrows: It's what someone of Ed Houston's caliber deserves!

*Houston is still warming up, ignoring the conversation. Hunter moves closer to him, leaning on the wall for support.*

Hunter Barrows: I'm excited to see you take down Chad Vargas tonight, and show the "Old Guard" that their time is passing. Once you've got Lurrr and Vargas under your belt, next will be Mobley and Bifford, and you'll have shown the world that the future belongs to Houston!

*Houston turns towards Barrows.*

Ed Houston: All I'm worrying right now is about tonight. I'm not going to underestimate Vargas.

Hunter Barrows: No, of course not. But then, if you wanted any... aid tonight, all you have to do is ask.

*Bob, hearing this, turns back to the fruit. He knows what's coming next, and he'd rather just ignore it.*

Ed Houston: I can beat Vargas on my own. You just wait and see.

*Houston turns and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. Hunter shakes his head, then looks over at Bob, who is sheepishly offering a piece of cantaloupe. The shot fades out.*

Hood: I still don't get it. Houston's being offered the keys to the kingdom! Why's he not accepting them?

Rockwell: He wants the honor of being champion without any hand-outs, Hood.

Hood: Well, that's just stupid. Being champion is honor enough!

Singles Match
The Big Bifford(29-13-1) vs. Dylan Thomas (2-0)

Minos: The next match... is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'4" and weighing 411 lbs... a former GCWA World Heavyweight Champion and OCW World Heavyweight Champion, and a two-time Hall of Famer... from Phoenix, Arizona... here is The Big Bifford!!

*"Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio plays, bringing out The Big Bifford, wearing his MAGICAL FLEECE. Earl the Popcorn Salesman follows close behind, once again handing out some trial-sized sandwiches to the crowd along the aisleway. There's clearly a coupon attached, as well. The Big Bifford doesn't stop to talk with the fans about the 'deal', instead focused on getting to the ring.*

Hood: Investigator Bifford was on the case this past week.

Rockwell: How does Bifford expect to get away with such a mass disappearance of security guards? Won't all signs lead back to him? There's got to be plenty of footage of those people getting on the bus.

Hood: Who's to say what happened to them after they left the bus?

Rockwell: Who's to say they ever got off??

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 225 lbs... from Greenwich, Connecticut, but residing in Hollywood, California... here is the current GCWA North American Champion... "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 before looking across the ring and we're underway.*

Rockwell: Dylan & his wife, Lissandra, enjoyed the beach in Maui this weekend.

Hood: The perfect place for a champion to go!

Rockwell: There is still a lot of controversy surrounding how Dylan Thomas won the GCWA North American Title.

Hood: Fake news. Thomas won fair and square, and Duce Jones needs to stop being a baby about it and just accept the rematch that Dylan kindly offered him.

Rockwell: Which he had no choice, since it was in the contract.

Hood: You just won't give Dylan Thomas credit, will you, Adrian? That's just sad.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: The biggest test of Dylan Thomas' career has begun!

Hood: Bifford's going down!

*Bifford's still talking with Earl the Popcorn Salesman at ringside, apparently giving him orders to pass onto Kenny, wherever he is. Dylan, seeing that his opponent is distracted, charges forward, slamming Bifford in the back with a running forearm! Bifford is knocked forward into the turnbuckle, but then slowly turns, basically no-selling the strike. Dylan, seeing this, immediately begs off, apologizing for the blindside attack. He backs away into the corner, as Bifford stalks him, a grin appearing on his face. Dylan quickly moves back into his corner, arms still outstretched. As Bifford reaches him, Dylan suddenly turns and puts his upper body through the ropes, yelling to the referee. Bifford tries to grab at Dylan, but the referee is there, pointing out that Dylan's in the ropes and, thus, can't be attacked. Bifford doesn't seem to care, working to pull Dylan free, but as the referee turns to try and push Bifford back (an impossible feat), Dylan immediately goes to the eyes, raking across Bifford's vision!!*

Rockwell: Just a short time into this one, and Thomas is already using any shortcuts and dirty tricks he can find!

Hood: He was just trying to help Bifford with his contacts.

Rockwell: Bifford doesn't wear contacts!

Hood: Well, Thomas knows that NOW.

*With Bifford blinded, Dylan goes on the attack, raking down the back of the large wrestler. Bifford's wrestling outfit gives partial protection, but it still clearly hurts. Lissandra is cheering Dylan on from the outside, while holding onto Dylan's GCWA North American Title. Dylan tries a few body blows, but they don't seem to have much of an effect, as Bifford just shoves him away, still trying to clear his vision. Dylan comes right back with a chop block to the leg, the best weapon to use against such a large wrestler. Bifford staggers away, going to the ropes, still not off his feet. Dylan comes in again for another chop block, but this time Bifford throws out his knee, meeting Dylan on the charge and sending the wrestler stumbling back. *

Rockwell: Thomas is trying to stay on the offensive, but it's so difficult with a wrestler like Bifford!

Hood: The body just absorbs impact, like Jello.

Rockwell: Thomas has to come up with something if we wants to... wait...

*As Dylan shakes off the knee impact and comes back towards Bifford, "Godspeed" by Don Trip begins to play. Dylan stops in his tracks, turning towards the entrance, as Duce Jones walks out onto the ramp!! The fans are cheering for Duce, but Dylan and Lissandra don't look so pleased. Dylan turns and waits, leaning over the ropes to yell something Duce's way, but the wrestler isn't moving. He stares over at Dylan for a few moments, smiling. The wrestler then, instead of heading to ringside, takes a seat on the ramp, apparently here just to watch the match. Lissandra argues with a ring attendant nearby, wanting him to go and get rid of Duce, but the attendant shrugs, having no power to do so.*

Hood: Someone get Duce out of here, he's not even scheduled for tonight!

Rockwell: This could be Duce's answer to Thomas' challenge, Hood!

Hood: But now? Oh no...

*Dylan still looks annoyed at the interruption, but Lissandra's frantic calls get his attention. He spins around... but The Big Bifford is right there, lifting Dylan up into his arms!! Dylan struggles, but can't break free, as Bifford takes a few extra steps, gathering a small bit of momentum. He then drives Dylan down with a powerslam variation, crushing Dylan underneath him!!! Lissandra looks beside herself, desperate to do something. She jumps up on the apron, but Bifford doesn't seem to care, still making the cover, and the referee doesn't see her... 1... 2... and somehow Dylan manages to get an arm free, saving himself from defeat! Bifford stands up slowly, finally looking over at Lissandra, who hurriedly drops back off the apron.*

Rockwell: Somehow Dylan Thomas survived that!

Hood: The man is a champion!

Rockwell: He's also probably an inch or so thinner than he once was.

*Duce Jones is still watching from the ramp, making no moves to get any closer. In the ring, The Big Bifford takes a glance his direction, having his own history with the man. But he's focused on business, pulling Dylan Thomas up and lifting him into the air, holding him in a massive bear hug! Dylan squirms, trying to get his arms between Bifford's to reduce the pressure, as the referee revolves around both men. Bifford doesn't stop there, though, moving towards the corner and smashing Dylan into it, while hanging on! He lands a few more avalanches, and Dylan is barely able to stay upright after all the hits. Lissandra, worried, gets back up on the apron, demanding that the referee do something. The referee orders her down, even as Bifford grabs hold of Dylan to suplex him out of the corner. But Dylan gets his knee up, landing a low blow!! As Bifford stumbles back, Dylan grabs Bifford by the head and jumps, hitting a desperation bulldog to take the big man down! Dylan then makes the cover, although it takes the referee a few extra seconds to finish with Lissandra... 1... 2... and Bifford throws Dylan off of him.*

Hood: That's the way to do it, Thomas!

Rockwell: With a low blow??

Hood: With a knee strike followed by a bulldog. Keep up, Adrian!

*Bifford tries to get back up, but a kick to the face knocks him back to the mat, as Dylan is trying to get his second wind. He moves to Bifford's large legs, struggling to lift them up off the mat. For a second, he looks out at Lissandra, wondering if he can pull this off. She nods confidently to him, and he gains strength from that look, keeping Bifford's legs up long enough to push off of them and leap forward, landing his Senton Leg Drop!! The crowd gives a respectful cheer for the move, even as Dylan rocks himself back around and makes the cover, trying to keep the big man down... 1... 2... but Bifford kicks free again, refusing to stay on the mat. Dylan, annoyed, smacks at the mat, before again looking outside the ring. Duce Jones is shown again, and it looks like he's laughing at Dylan's failure to get the win. Dylan, seeing this, starts to head that direction, but Lissandra signals for him to stay on his opponent.*

Rockwell: Thomas has a real chance at what many would call an upset, but he's got to keep his eyes on the prize!

Hood: Why would this be an upset? Dylan's a champion who hangs out with Leo! Bifford's a fat cannibal who hasn't been a champion in quite a while!

Rockwell: He's still a Hall of Famer, Hood, which would be a tremendous feather in Thomas' cap if he can win.

Hood: Who has feathers in caps anymore?

Rockwell: It's just an expression.

Hood: A bad one.

*With Duce Jones still on his mind, Dylan Thomas heads for the corner, climbing up as quick as he can. The Big Bifford has gotten to his knees now, and is slowly rising to his feet, an ominous sight as always. Lissandra calls out to Dylan, telling him to be careful, as the wrestler perches high on the turnbuckle. He leaps off, going for a flying blockbuster, but Bifford ducks under it, and Dylan flies by overhead, crashing backfirst onto the canvas!! Without the other wrestler to brace his fall, Dylan takes the full impact, looking stunned. He tries to drag himself up, holding his back, but Bifford steps in, kicking Dylan in the gut, then grabbing him and dropping with a double arm DDT!!! Lissandra is pounding on the canvas, worried, as Bifford rolls Dylan over for the cover... 1... 2... but Dylan still manages to kick out, showing his stamina in a match of this intensity. Lissandra takes a deep breath, relieved that it's not over yet.*

Rockwell: Bifford's got back the upper hand, putting Dylan Thomas in a bad way!

Hood: I wonder if Lissandra could work a deal with Bifford. They need chicken sandwiches in Maui, don't they?

Rockwell: Oh, God, let's not even put the idea out there. Enough people have disappeared already.

*The Big Bifford gets himself up, grabbing hold of the referee for a bit of support. The referee's knees buckle, and he pulls away from Bifford, telling him not to put his hands on him. Bifford doesn't seem to notice, as he walks to Dylan and works to get him up. Lissandra is shouting for Dylan to fight back. Bifford has the badly dazed Dylan up now, turning him towards the ring entrance. He points towards Duce, apparently signalling this one's for him. Duce just shrugs his shoulders, still smiling. Bifford shrugs back, then sets Dylan up with a kick, before locking him up for the Biff End!!! He goes to take Duce up, but Lissandra once again is on the apron, screaming at him. Bifford looks over, then looks down to where Earl the Popcorn Salesman is standing. He nods and walks over, grabbing at Lissandra's legs! Lissandra quickly pulls away, looking down at the creepy guy who's staring up at her with a smile. She hurriedly moves away, jumping off the apron and working to put the ring between them. Bifford, meanwhile, finally goes to lift Dylan up... but Dylan breaks free, landing a dropkick, then a second, then a third! Bifford staggers back to the corner, but Dylan has already gone outside the ring, snatching onto Earl, who was chasing Lissandra... and dropping him with the Perfect Finish!!*

Rockwell: Earl is down!!

Hood: He's not dead, Bifford, just out cold! You don't need to process him!

*Dylan checks on his wife, and Lissandra nods, saying that she's okay. But she then screams as Bifford's large hand comes through the ring ropes, grabbing Dylan's head from behind!! He hauls Dylan up, bringing him onto the apron, and sets to suplex him back into the ring. But Dylan drops instead, using his weight to cause Bifford's neck to fall on the ropes!! Bifford rebounds, gasping from the strike, his hands around his own throat. As Bifford stumbles away, Dylan gets himself back up onto the apron, setting himself. He blows Lissandra a kiss, then springboards up, flying into the ring with a 360 leap onto Bifford's shoulders, followed by an attempt at a hurricanrana!!! But Bifford stays upright, hanging onto Dylan's legs, then manages to reverse him around, putting him in position for the Biff End!! Dylan struggles, fighting like mad to get free, but he can't manage to land a low blow, only hitting on the sides of Bifford's massive legs. Bifford drops, and the Biff End connects!!! Thomas is out, as Bifford makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... The Big Bifford!!

Rockwell: Bifford gets the big victory over the North American Champion!

Hood: Damn it! This is all Duce's fault!

Rockwell: Duce didn't get involved in the match at all, Hood!

Hood: He was a distraction, pure and simple! And so was Earl! We need all personnel banned from ringside in matches like this!

Rockwell: As long as that's including Lissandra, I'm good with it.

Hood: No, not Lissandra! That's not personnel, that's Dylan's wife!

*Duce mockingly claps his hands together in honor of The Big Bifford's victory. Getting up from his seat, he continues to slow clap as he makes his way down the aisle and past The Big Bifford who looks at Duce with disgust and calls him "trash". This brings a smile to Jones' face as he finishes applauding and focuses on ringside.*

Rockwell: Well it seems that, the love is not lost between The Big Bifford and Duce Jones.

Hood: Biff beat him three consecutive times in a row. So his opinion of Duce being trash is warranted.

*Duce watches on as Lissandra consoles her husband after his defeat. Moving around ringside, Duce goes towards Minos and politely asks him for his mic. He receives it, but not without giving Minos a once over real quick. Marveling in his size...*

Duce Jones: Dis mane bigga' in person..

*Duce then turns his attention to the North American Champion and his wife.

Duce Jones: Dylan.. I kno' dat ya feelin' a bit overwhelmed right now.. Trust me, I kno' what it feels like t'be dropped on my head an' suffocated by ole Gordo.. But dat's a story fo' a different day.

*Duce walks up the stairs and steps through the ropes, looking over at Dylan who's now standing beside his wife.*

Duce Jones: Tha story dat we're...

*Duce motions between himself and Thomas..*

Duce Jones: ..gonna talk about is that size'a yo' balls.

*The crowd responds to the mention of balls.*

Duce Jones: Ya see.. I'm havin' a hard time'a tryna make sense'a all dis.. But lemme see if I got that facts straight.. If dat's okay wit y'all...

*Duce waits for a response from Thomas but honestly doesn't give him enough time to.*

Duce Jones: I honestly could give a fuck less but first... ya had tha nuts ta come single me out.. Which I find flatterin' by that way.. but I accepted an' what you go do?

*Jones doesn't care for a response still.*

Duce Jones: See Johnny an' Hunta saw fit ta bless us wit an opportunity ta become tha first eva Nawf American Champ. An' what did you do wit it? Ya flat out stole it. Dat's what happened because ya knew dat you was on the verge of gettin' ya ass whooped.

*Duce holds up a finger.*

Duce Jones: Howeva... I'm not here fo' dat.. I'm here cuh afta all dat.. You go an' challenge me again. Which I accept..

*Duce begins to move towards Dylan and Lissandra..*

Duce Jones: But unda one condition.. since ya like ta hit folks wit shit. Why don't we just gon head an' make everythang legal?

*Jones comes within arms reach of Dylan and stretches the mic out for him to now respond. Dylan is hesitant, looking over at Lissandra who tells him not to say anything. But this is Dylan Thomas that we're talking about. Thomas reaches for the microphone and Duce quickly pulls him in as their heads collide with a loud smack! The crowd erupts in cheers as Thomas drops to his ass and hurriedly rolls out of the ring. Lissandra follows with haste, trying to put as much space as she can between her and Duce.*

Duce Jones: My bad.. I got ahead'a myself..

*Dylan is on the outside furious, screaming at Duce while Lissandra tries to hold him back. Duce smiles as he cockily waves at the couple. We fade out.*

*We find ourselves back in the owners' suite, where The Accelerator is set up with a prime seat to watch all the action tonight. He's thoroughly enjoyed himself, watching the GCWA come back to life with such strong crowd reactions. Behind him, Jonathan Barrows walks into the room.*

Jonathan Barrows: Enjoying the night, Dad?

The Accelerator: Hell yes! This has been a great night! So many happy Texans! And now we're going to have our own location here. The GCWA Arena. Y'know, I tried that a few times back in the day, but I never found someone who would be willing to let us be permanent tenants. You really did great here, son.

Jonathan Barrows: It's all about the right connections.

The Accelerator: Well, you've got them, for sure. You and Hunter really have done great helping me get the GCWA up and running. I really appreciate all the work you've done. And now we've got an incredible main event for our first show. Four worthy competitors, with the GCWA World Heavyweight Title on the line! I can't wait to see it! In fact, I've arranged us to have front-row seats for the match.

*This is a surprise to Jonathan, who was used to staying in the back for the big matches.*

Jonathan Barrows: Shouldn't those seats be for the public?

The Accelerator: Don't worry about it. Three others will have these seats until the main event, and then we'll move them to the suite, while we head on down. It'll be great, just like old times when we went to wrestling events together!

Jonathan Barrows: But we never...

The Accelerator: Good old-fashioned family memories!

Jonathan Barrows: Sure, Dad. Whatever you say.

*Jonathan's phone rings. He takes a quick look at the caller ID.*

Jonathan Barrows: I've got to take this.

The Accelerator: I understand, duty calls! Just don't take too long, the main event's about to start!

*Jonathan nods and steps out of the suite. The camera follows him out. He answers the call, listening for a minute.*

Jonathan Barrows: Alright. It's on. We'll see you in Dallas next Sunday.

*Jonathan walks off with the phone, and we head back to ringside.*

Rockwell: Who was Jonathan Barrows talking to?

Hood: Who knows? It's probably just a food server or something. He's handling a LOT of the business side.

Singles Match
Ed Houston (2-1) vs. Chad Vargas (2-0)

Minos: The next match... is our Main Event of the evening!

*Cheers from most of the crowd. One guy in front looks bummed, knowing it's the last match.*

Minos: This bout... is scheduled for one fall... coming to the ring... standing 6'4" and weighing 240 lbs... from Knoxville, Tennessee... he is an OCW Hall of Famer, having held many championships... 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. He looks like he'd rather be anywhere else than here.*

Rockwell: Chad Vargas has taken down Thunder and Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn the last two weeks, giving him a winning streak going into this main event.

Hood: The man hasn't been given good enough competition. And now he's fighting R.M. Strong and The Lost Soul at Homecoming? Weak Ass Booking!

Rockwell: About time we heard that line.

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'9" and weighing 175 lbs... a champion many times over in OCW... from Miami, FL... 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: The Rocketman got to have an exciting time at Six Flags Over Texas this past week. Unfortunately, he didn't seem too thrilled with the perks that were being given to him.

Hood: Think how stupid that sounds. You're given benefits, there's no harm in taking them, and yet you cry about not wanting them. What's wrong with being wined and dined?

Rockwell: Some people don't want to feel like they owe anything to anyone.

Hood: This is America. Everyone owes something to someone!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go, a dream match from the OCW days! Ed Houston vs. Chad Vargas!

Hood: This is a big one! Vargas wins here, and we might have a Fatal Fiveway! Houston wins, and you have to see him as the favorite in the World Title match!

*The two wrestlers move towards each other, with Vargas shaking his head cockily at the competition he's got here tonight. Houston doesn't blink as Vargas snaps off some foul language his direction, not looking too worried. The two men lock up, with Houston immediately getting a headlock. Vargas, surprised, struggles against the hold, managing to push Houston to the ropes and send him in the other direction. Vargas tries for a clothesline, but Houston heads right underneath it, then comes back, leaping up and getting a jumping neckbreaker!! Vargas rolls quickly out of the ring, stunned, as Houston kips up, earning a cheer from the crowd. He looks determined to have a quick victory here.*

Rockwell: Ed Houston is here to compete!

Hood: He could have just had the ref declare him the winner and walk out 100% for Homecoming.

Rockwell: The fans would hate him for that.

Hood: Why care so much what the fans think? Half of them will root against you anyway!

*Vargas is recovering on the outside, shaking his head. He looks ticked off, kicking at the side of the ring. Houston waits, contemplating a leap to the outside, but Vargas is moving around too much. After a little more rage, Vargas finally makes his way back up on the apron and comes into the ring. He mouths off to Houston once again, and Houston responds, taking a step as if to break off a superkick! Vargas steps back warily, watching Houston's movements. He finally steps in, and the two lock up again, this time with Vargas using his greater size to drive Houston back into the corner. The referee calls for the break, and Vargas raises his arms... but then kicks Houston in the gut, doubling him over. The referee is immediately in Vargas' face, threatening him with a disqualification, with Vargas defending himself by saying the kick was high enough up. He drops an elbow onto the back of Houston's neck, driving him to his knees.*

Rockwell: Chad Vargas isn't going to go down easy in this one.

Hood: That ref was a little too quick to judge Vargas there.

Rockwell: You suspecting the refs again, Hood?

Hood: Hey, the option is there. I wonder if Houston "doth protest too much".

Rockwell: ... I don't think so, Hamlet.

*Vargas has Houston back up now, working him over in the corner. Once again, the referee is right there, admonishing Vargas with a five count as he punches away. Vargas curses the referee out, backing him up, before going back to Houston... who uses the ropes to get his legs up, wrapping them around Vargas' head. Before Vargas can react, Houston yanks him downwards, sending him face-first into the middle turnbuckle!! Vargas topples over, holding his mouth, as Houston quickly climbs up onto the turnbuckle. He springs onto the nearby ropes, catapulting himself into the air, and spins over into a springboard 450 splash!! Vargas takes the hit full-force, and looks like he's hurting, as Houston pulls him slightly away from the ropes and makes the cover... 1.. 2.. and Vargas barely kicks out in time!*

Hood: That was a rapid count!

Rockwell: It looked pretty close to regular to me.

Hood: You ever think about getting glasses, old man??

*Houston waits for Vargas to rise up onto his knees, then starts landing a series of kicks to the chest, leaving red marks across the Confederate Icon's pecs. The fans are loving it, chanting along with each kick. After 10, Houston backs off, then snaps off a final kick that knocks Vargas over. He makes another cover... 1.. 2.. and Vargas manages to kick out again. He gets Vargas up, taking him into the corner and pulling him partially up the turnbuckle. Houston gets himself set up there as well, bracing himself to go for a Frankensteiner! But Vargas blocks the strike, shoving Houston off of him. Houston manages to land on his hands and knees, avoiding a serious injury from the landing, but as Houston gets up, Vargas jumps, hitting a double axehandle strike! Houston, staggered, is then grabbed and dropped with the Snakeskin DDT!!! Vargas rolls on top, making the cover... 1... 2... and Houston shoots his arm up, avoiding the loss.*

Rockwell: Vargas almost stole this one with one quick move!

Hood: The man can strike at you from almost any direction. But he may need to strike against the referee if he wants to survive!

Rockwell: That was a perfectly decent count!

Hood: That one was, yes! The earlier ones were too quick!

*Vargas brings Houston up, punching away at him with closed fists. The ref takes notice, issuing a warning, but Vargas has never been one to worry too much about the rules. He brings Houston closer, jawing at him. He slaps Houston a few times, treating him with a load of disrespect. He looks around, apparently signalling that he's completely displeased with the competition here. Another slap to Houston seems to fire him up, and he's glaring at Vargas, who seems a bit thrown off. He goes for another punch, but Houston knocks it aside, and then lands a double thrust shot to Vargas' exposed throat! Vargas stumbles back, coughing, as Houston keeps up the attack, with a variety of kicks and punches, sending the OCW Hall of Famer backwards in retreat!*

Rockwell: Don't set off the Rocketman!

Hood: I don't believe it!

Rockwell: Houston has a ton of fire, Hood.

Hood: No, not that! The closed punches he's using, the ref's letting them slide!

Rockwell: What are you talking about? The hands are open like they're supposed to be!

*The camera zooms in on the strikes, and they do appear to be legal punches. Houston sets Vargas against the ropes, sending him off to, no, reversal, Houston is sent to rebound with the ropes. As Houston returns, Vargas lands a picture-perfect dropkick, knocking Houston down on his back. Vargas gets back up, still showing some disdain for his opponent. He shakes his head again, then pulls Houston up, saying that he's ready to end it! He locks Houston up, wanting the Stroke!! But Houston is ready for this, and is still way too fresh. He yanks himself away from Vargas, unbalancing him, and then lashes out, hitting the Houston We Have A Problem superkick!!! Vargas topples over like a downed tree trunk, flat on his back, as Houston readjusts himself, looking quickly towards the turnbuckle.*

Rockwell: Vargas is down! He went for the Stroke too early!

Hood: Damn, his confidence bit him in the ass!

Rockwell: Don't you mean his overconfidence?

Hood: Shut up!

*As Vargas is still down, looking completely out of it, Houston has made his way to the top of the turnbuckle. The fans are cheering wildly, knowing what they're about to see. Positioning himself, Houston lets a smile cross his face before leaping into the Blastoff shooting star press!!! He lands it perfectly, smashing into Vargas, and although the move always has a little effect on Houston as well, he's willing to give up a little pain to get the victory. The cover is made, and the referee alertly is in position... 1.. 2.. 3!!!*

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

Rockwell: Houston with the convincing victory over Chad Vargas!

Hood: Man, that was kind of a letdown! I really wanted to see these guys go all night!

Rockwell: It wasn't Vargas' night, but he'll get a chance at redemption next week. Meanwhile, Houston gets his shot at a lifelong dream, to become the World Champion!

*Ed Houston celebrates on top of the turnbuckle, with the crowd cheering him on for the victory. Chad Vargas can be seen outside the ring, looking a little stunned. Suddenly, Houston's music stops, and a voice comes over the PA.*

And Though You Fight To Stay Alive
Your Body Starts To Shiver
For No Mere Mortal Can Resist
The Evil Of...
THE THRILLER

*The crowd goes wild, as a purple hue surrounds the coliseum. Scandroid's remake of "Thriller" starts to play, as Ed Houston comes off the turnbuckle and watches the entryway.*

Rockwell: The champion is here!

Hood: Who let him into the building? Ace, right?

*Derek "The Thriller" Mobley comes out of the back, walking out onto the stage. The fans are losing their minds, seeing Mobley wearing the GCWA World Heavyweight Title. He also looks dressed in his wrestling clothes, to go with his slightly lighter frame.*

Rockwell: You can see the effect of Dean's training regime!

Hood: I mean... he's a little better than he was before, I'll give you that...

Rockwell: A little better? The man is ready for next Sunday! He's ready to defend his title!

*Ed Houston is waiting, wondering what Mobley's here to do. Mobley points towards him, and then performs his Moonwalk, this time getting through it without a stumble. You know somewhere, Dean is proud... or disappointed with the move choice, you never really know with him. Mobley then brings out a mic, raising it to his mouth.*

Derek Mobley: It feels so good to bust a move!

*The crowd loves it, with a few of the fans trying their own Moonwalks along the aisleway. There's not enough room, so it's not very pretty.*

Derek Mobley: Houston, I wanted to congratulate you on your victory. But I also wanted to let you know that The Thriller is rea-

*Mobley's suddenly interrupted, as someone grabs his arm, spinning him around. A second later, The Wake Up Call lands!!! Mobley flops backwards, landing hard on the stage, as the crowd gasps in unison. The man standing over Mobley removes the hat he was wearing, tossing it aside, and letting us clearly see that it's Lurrr!!*

Rockwell: Lurrr's here!! And he took out Derek Mobley!!

Hood: What the hell?? He's banned, he can't be here!!

*Houston is looking on in shock from the ring, trying to decide if he should charge down and help or not. Lurrr, meanwhile, is leaning over Derek Mobley's prone body, glaring at him. He can be heard on the mic saying "This is MY show!" before he gets up, leaving out the back before security can arrive.*

Rockwell: Mobley's down! Lurrr's broken the ban! Houston and Bifford both got victories tonight! Who's going to win at Homecoming??

Hood: It's gotta be Houston... right?

*The camera zooms down from a close-up of Mobley's unconscious face to the GCWA World Heavyweight Title still wrapped around his waist. We get an extreme close-up of it, before we fade out, ending the stream.*

OOC: Another show in the books! Hopefully it reads pretty well, as it's been another crazy week for me. While we had some matches that weren't as competitive as I would have liked, I still think we're in great shape for an awesome Homecoming! Good luck to everyone, and make my job as difficult as possible! Remember, two roleplays for PPV's!

GCWA Presents -Homecoming

LIVE! Sunday, October 6th 2019

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, TX

Opener

R.M. Strong vs. Chad Vargas vs. The Lost Soul, Triple Threat match

Mid-Card

Crash Rodriguez & Jace Savage vs. The Danger Boiz (Dangerous Dan & Crazy Chris), vacant GCWA World Tag-Team Titles match

Dylan Thomas(c) vs. Duce Jones, GCWA North American Title No Disqualification match

Main Event

Derek Mobley(c) vs. The Big Bifford vs. Ed Houston vs. Lurrr, GCWA World Heavyweight Title Fatal Fourway Match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, September 27th to Thursday, October 3rd, giving you 7 days to post your two roleplays. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!