Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*For such a short week, it sure felt like a long time between shows, didn't it? After everything that took place on GCWA Homecoming, you've been waiting for this moment. The chance to sit in front of your computer, get the video running, and experience a wave of enjoyment! ... Maybe I'd better phrase that better. You already get enough grief by sitting in front of your laptop during the start of the weekend. But it's Friday night, time for GCWA Friday Night Inferno! Video starts to roll, showing the intro to GCWA Homecoming. After the creepy school teacher part passes, we skip to a shot of R.M. Strong, Chad Vargas, and The Lost Soul in the ring. Jonathan Barrows is shown, speaking from the stage.*

Jonathan Barrows: So, your match? The winner... gets to keep his job here. Good luck to you!

*The shocked expressions of the wrestlers flash by, followed by some furious action, ending in Chad Vargas dropping Strong on top of TLS with the Stroke, then pinning both men, securing his career and ending his opponents' runs in the GCWA. We next jump to the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles match, with the Danger Boiz facing off against Crash Rodriguez & Jace "The Reaper" Savage. The four wrestlers put on a classic, flying around the ring, and we see the final moments of the match. Dangerous Dan is yanked from the turnbuckle by Jace, who is in turn taken out by Crazy Chris. But Crash got the last shot with the Crash Report, getting the pin.*

Hood: What an ending!

Rockwell: I think you'd have to call this one an upset, as we have brand new first-time champions!

*Images of the GCWA North American Title flash by, with Dylan Thomas seen wearing it around his waist. We see him talking to Duce Jones from the video screen, standing in front of a large Greyhound bus.*

Dylan Thomas: Once you blow your last-ever chance at my North American Title, you can still ride in style!

*We see Duce's reaction, as he charges from the ring and goes to meet Dylan outside, only to get ambushed due to Dylan's trickery. The furious brawl is then pictured in select scenes, leaving plenty for viewers if they want to go and see the replay, which is airing all week long. The fight goes all around the arena, ending on top of the entrance platform, where Duce lands the Duce of Clubs, sending Dylan falling all the way down to the set below! Duce throws in an elbow drop from up top to get the victory, becoming the new GCWA North American Champion.*

Rockwell: He's done it!! Duce has done it!

Hood: Damn it, no!! What a travesty of justice!!

*The video shows previously unseen clips of a different angle of Duce Jones getting back to his feet, with the referee bringing him the GCWA North American Title. He shows it to the cheering fans, gaining energy from it. We cut away from the chants of "Duce!" to a clip from the interview of Derek "The Thriller" Mobley, as he holds the GCWA World Title.*

Derek Mobley: To my fans, to my friends, and to Ace, Dougg, and all the other promoters out there who gave me a shot to be somebody within this business, thank you. I hope I haven't let you guys down.

*The crowd gives Mobley a warm reception. Chants of 'THRILLER' fill the arena.*

Derek Mobley: Having said that... let's not end the final chapter just yet. There's one verse yet to be written. Tonight I'm going out there with the singular goal of defending this belt and proving to all the people watching tonight that Derek 'The Thriller' Mobley is still the man here in GCWA!

*As the crowd roars, we cut to a split-screen image, showing the entrances of The Big Bifford, Ed Houston, Lurrr, and Mobley. We see some of the biggest moments of the match, including Mobley hitting The Thriller on Lurrr, and later Houston, Lurrr, & Mobley hitting a triple superkick on Bifford. After that, we see Houston going for Blastoff, only to get hit by a thrown steel chair! The beatdown of Houston is focused on from different angles, ending in Houston getting put through a table by an Argentine Piledriver. The hood of the attacker comes off, revealing that it's The Incredible One!*

Hood: GCWA JUST BECAME INCREDIBLE!

*With Houston down, the fight continues, with Bifford landing the Biff End on Lurrr on the outside concrete, taking him out. Bifford and Mobely then go at it, with Mobley refusing to use a chair to his advantage. Bifford proves to be too much, though, reversing a charge into the Biff End! When Mobley managed one last kick-out, Bifford took Mobley down again with a second Biff End, finally ending the career of the Thriller and becoming the World Champion for the second time.*

Rockwell: It's over! The reign of Derek Mobley is finally ended! ... We've entered a strange era. Once again, The Big Bifford is a World Champion!

Hood: Chicken sandwich sales are going to go through the roof tonight!

*Bifford is shown, celebrating with the championship. Finally, we see the co-owners of the GCWA coming into the ring after the match, with The Accelerator furious about the actions of The Incredible One. Jonathan Barrows had his own opinion on the matter.*

Jonathan Barrows: Yes, it is, Dad. It's unacceptable that you keep signing elderly talent. It's unacceptable that you keep ignoring our business decisions. It's unacceptable that you think only you know best.

*Barrows' voice continues over the action, as we see Jonathan Barrows attack his own father, with a shocked Hunter Barrows looking on.*

Jonathan Barrows: This is for the good of the family. I'm sorry... but it's just business. Boyo.

*Barrows lands the Pryde Before The Fall, leaving his father bloody and battered, as the crowd boos mercilessly. The last shot is of the two sons looking down on their dad, before departing. The screen begins to burn along the edges as the image goes away, illuminating every square inch of the screen. In the flames, shots of different wrestling maneuvers are shown. The Stroke. Blastoff. The Perfect Finisher. The Duce of Clubs. The Biff End. Each as impressive as you would expect. In the center of the flames, standing without fear, is Jonathan Barrows. 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. Brand new theme music starts to play, showing that the old ways are gone. "Legend" from the Score leads us into the beginning of Inferno!*

"BANG BANG, BANG BANG, BANG BANG, THIS FIRE'S A WEAPON... BANG BANG, BANG BANG, BANG BANG, WON'T STOP 'TIL WE'RE LEGEND!"

*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 back in Dallas, Texas! The crowd in the GCWA Arena looks just as active as the one that was here just five days before. It may even be more packed to the rafters. Everyone looks energized and is raring to go, as we head down to ringside.*

Rockwell: One week later, and we're still feeling the effects of GCWA Homecoming! Welcome, one and all, to Friday Night Inferno!

Hood: I know, I still can't believe it. Big Bifford, World Champion again. I never saw that happening... again.

Rockwell: I think the bigger shock was Jonathan & Hunter turning on their father, apparently removing him from the company!

Hood: Yeah, well, Ace was just dragging things down. Look how excited everyone is to have him gone!

Rockwell: I seriously doubt that's the reason, Hood. But with three new champions crowned this past weekend, and a change in ownership as well, it's fairly obvious that we have no idea what's in store for us tonight. It's going to be a crazy night!

Hood: If it wasn't, we'd just be boring, and no one wants that.

Rockwell: Not a chance of that happening. Three entertaining matches scheduled tonight, as we begin our next journey!

*The crowd's energy quickly changes as "Dangerous" by Within Temptation begins to play. The boos are heavy, as Jonathan and Hunter Barrows make their way out towards the ring. Both are dressed impeccably, looking like true owners of a major organization.*

Rockwell: And here they are, the bastards of Ace, the ones who turned on their own blood!

Hood: Geez, Adrian, don't forget, these guys are also the winners. That means they can fire you at any time.

Rockwell: Let them go ahead and do it. Ace worked in a hell of a severance package for me. I owe everything to that man, and I still can't believe what Jonathan did to him last Sunday.

Hood: But like he said, it was only business!

Rockwell: I don't give a shit about what he said. That was about as damn personal as you can get!

*Jonathan and Hunter stand side-by-side in the ring, as the boos continue to come their way, even though the music has already stopped. Jonathan seems content to wait, while Hunter is balancing his weight on each foot back and forth, looking more anxious. Eventually, the booing cuts down enough that Jonathan feels it's time to speak.*

Jonathan Barrows: All that negativity. All that hatred. You must really love The Accelerator.

*There are some cheers at the mention of the GCWA's founder.*

Jonathan Barrows: And yet here you all are, having bought tickets to see this event. We thank you for your patronage.

*The boos give even heavier, as Jonathan turns and has a small laugh with Hunter.*

Jonathan Barrows: Alright, let's get serious. Last Sunday, my brother and I had a decision to make. We could let my father continue to destroy the legacy of the company we grew up with, the Global Championship Wrestling Association. We could let him bring in veteran after veteran, men who barely have the ability to get out of bed in the morning, much less put on amazing matches. We could trend solely on "vintage GCWA"... and be closed in three months. Or we could make a change, and make sure the New Era of the GCWA is thriving.

Rockwell: What ungrateful punks. Their father worked hard to bring this company back to where it is now!

Hood: Yeah, props to him, but how much longer did you think he could go at his age?

Rockwell: Maybe he would have given it over to his kids, you ever think of that? Instead, they took it by force!

Jonathan Barrows: Ace is in a better place now. We made sure to spare no expense. He'll be cared for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week... for the rest of his life.

*The jeers come louder, with an "Asshole" chant taking over the crowd. Jonathan listens to it with a small smirk on his face.*

Jonathan Barrows: If you are done, I have a few more announcements you might be interested in.

*That sets off the crowd again, which was most likely Jonathan's intention. Hunter stays quiet behind him.*

Rockwell: I don't think there's going to be a Jonathan Barrows fan club.

Hood: Didn't he already have one when he wrestled as Pryde?

Rockwell: From what I've heard, that club has been disbanded as of Sunday.

Jonathan Barrows: Let us begin with a wrestler you all know well... Derek "The Thriller" Mobley.

*Huge cheers for Mobley, starting up a "Thank You Thriller" chant.*

Jonathan Barrows: Yes, thank you to Derek. He showed up, which was about all we could ask of him. He proved to be a worthy champion after all. But now, his special contract is done, so thank you, Derek. Enjoy your retirement.

*The cheers turn to boos, as the crowd isn't happy to see Derek Mobley gone from the GCWA.*

Rockwell: Derek Mobley gave his heart and soul on Sunday. But he just couldn't take The Big Bifford down.

Hood: Yeah, he had an awesome run, but all runs end eventually.

Jonathan Barrows: On a similar vein, let's talk about... Lurrr.

*A mixed reaction comes out at the mention of Lurrr's name.*

Jonathan Barrows: This past Sunday, Lurrr took a horrendous bump to the head and spine at the hands of The Big Bifford. The Biff End on concrete has to be one of the most devastating moves I've ever seen. Lurrr is said to be recovering at this time. However, due to the injury he sustained, and on the advice of our medical staff as well as the insurance company, we have had to classify the former champion as an "undue risk" to compete with our company. So, as of this moment.... Lurrr's contract is terminated.

*Huge boos ring out.*

Hood: Wait, hold on, not Lurrr!

Rockwell: What bullshit! They just wanted an excuse to get rid of another GCWA legend!

Hood: Man, that sucks!

Jonathan Barrows: I know there might be some concern for our fans that... great... wrestlers like Derek Mobley, Lurrr, and The Lost Soul are no longer with the company...

*Hunter suddenly leans forward, whispering something to Jonathan.*

Jonathan Barrows: Oh, right. And R.M. Strong, too. But you fans aren't missing him, are you?

*A small "R.M. Strong" chant breaks out, but Jonathan just talks right over it.*

Jonathan Barrows: The point is, while some of the clutter is going away, we aren't going to leave you fans empty-handed. We are talking to several great wrestlers who should be making their debuts in the next few weeks. When we say it's a New Era, we mean it. And as part of that New Era, we might as well announce our next Pay-Per-View. On Sunday, November 10th, the GCWA is going to be going to Las Vegas!

*This gets a pop from the crowd, just because everybody likes Sin City.*

Jonathan Barrows: That's right. We've booked the MGM Grant Garden Arena, and tickets go on sale as of tonight for GCWA High Rollers! So if you want to see fresh talent and amazing wrestling, get your tickets before they sell out! I guarantee that it will be a historic night. For many reasons.

Rockwell: Well, that doesn't sound ominous at all.

Hood: Lighten up, man! It's Vegas!

Jonathan Barrows: Well, we've taken up enough of your time. I know you want to see great stars like Crash Rodriguez, Duce Jones, and The Incredible One compete tonight. Such amazing talent as part of the new GCWA. Enjoy the show.

*Jonathan lowers the mic, as his music begins playing again. The boos come once more, but Jonathan and Hunter quickly depart, paying it no attention.*

Rockwell: That's the quietest I think I've ever seen Hunter. From the way he reacted at Homecoming, I'm not sure he likes where things are going.

Hood: What are you talking about? Hunter has been one of the strongest proponents for the New Era.

Rockwell: Yeah, but I don't think he expected it to affect his family the way it has.

Hood: Don't start making this a soap opera, Adrian. I hate soap operas. Let's just get to the wrestling.

Rockwell: Yes, because a wrestling show has nothing in common with soap operas.

Hood: Damn straight!

Rockwell: Well, you're going to have to wait, as we go to our first commercial break!

Hood: Ah fuck.

*We cut away to the backstage area, where we see Crash Rodriguez, one half of the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions, warming up for his match. Jace "The Reaper" Savage is close by, doing his own thing. We fade out.*

*We return from the break to the appearance of our two announcers, as they stand in front of their announce table.*

Rockwell: Well folks, this past Sunday we witnessed what appeared to be the final in-ring match in the storied career of former GCWA Champion, Derek 'The Thriller' Mobley.

Hood: All that work for nothing. Should have stayed at home, on the couch, playing armchair wrestler.

Rockwell: I thought he performed admirably. Regardless, I can confirm that Derek Mobley is retired.

Hood: Losing to Bifford was too much for his suddenly svelte waist to bear.

Rockwell: That can neither be confirmed, nor denied. In true Mobley fashion, however, he felt bad leaving The Accelerator with something of a hole in the roster. So...

Hood: What an ego! Guy leaves and thinks we can't move on without him? Fuckin dick.

Rockwell: As I was saying, Derek Mobley has handed over his spot in GCWA to a handpicked successor. A man I think we've all heard of...

Hood: Oh shit... this is about to get really fucking cool!

*The lights in the arena spin flicker before twirling around, toward the rampway in tune with the opening chords to ‘Tom Sawyer’ by Rush. The crowd explodes!*

Rockwell: That's Warrick Hill's music!

Hood: The stronger, meaner, cooler, better half of the Mobley/Warrick duo! Finally, this guy is going to get the recognition he deserves! I can't believe I'm going to say this... but Mobley made the right call!

*The curtains part and out steps... not Warrick. It's a face familiar to people from OCW, but foreign to GCWA. The fans quiet down. They are... somewhat disappointed. The man steps on stage and looks around, smiling. He heads down the ramp... 'Tom Sawyer' continues to play for a moment. It's immediately cut off as the individual reaches the ring and rolls in*

Rockwell: That... that's not Warrick.

Hood: Fuck me. I know EXACTLY who that is.

Rockwell: Well, why don't you tell the people.

Hood: That's Jack Puffer.

Rockwell: 'Detective' Jack Puffer!

Hood: I refuse to call that idiot a detective.

*With the music stopped, Puffer is handed a mic. The fans are quiet, awaiting words from this man. Puffer, showing the total lack of awareness which is something of a personality trait, brings the mic to his mouth and speaks*

Jack Puffer: Sorry about the music, everyone. I tried to find my entrance music but couldn't locate it. So, I had the people in the back fire up Warrick Hill's theme.

*The fans are a bit concerned by this man's apparent buffoonery*

Rockwell: Hm

Hood: I told you. This man is NO detective.

Rockwell: Maybe he was worried about copyright infringement.

Hood: You serious? He's wearing an Inspector Gadget t-shirt... which, is surprisingly appropriate.

Jack Puffer: Now, I know you all saw the heroic effort Derek Mobley put forth in last Sunday's main event. I, like you all, would love nothing more than to see Mobley come back out here and attempt to reclaim his belt. Unfortunately, Derek's time inside the squared circle has passed him by.

*The fans boo*

Jack Puffer: Yes, I agree. It is sad. However, do not fret. Derek has transferred the power of his contract over to Warrick Hill!

*The fans pop!*

Jack Puffer: Unfortunately, Warrick Hill is nowhere to be found.

*The fans boo*

Jack Puffer: But, fear not! For he will be found!

*The fans pop*

Jack Puffer: Because I, Detective Jack Puffer am on the case! I will seek and find Warrick Hill. I will bring him back to GCWA so that he may fulfill his legacy and claim the GCWA Title!

*The fans semi-pop*

Jack Puffer: However, Rome was not built in a day. It could take some time to locate Warrick as he's a pretty proficient drifter. So, in the meantime, I shall fulfill the in-ring duties of both Derek Mobley and Warrick Hill!

*The fans murmur. They don't exactly boo... but they sure as hell aren't cheering*

Rockwell: So he's on the case!

Hood: I've heard that shit before. If you ask me, Puffer's just agreed to a lifetime contract with GCWA.

Jack Puffer: I will set out to find Mr. Hill as soon as I leave the arena tonight! If he is not located by next Friday, then I will be competing in his stead.

*"PLEASE FIND WARRICK" is the chant filling the arena*

Jack Puffer: I will find him, fans! Trust in me, the good detective! I will uphold my duties as a stand-in and detective... I give you my word! So, until next week, sit back and wish me luck!

*Puffer drops the mic to a very minimal reaction*

Rockwell: Well, it sounds to me as though GCWA has added Jack Puffer as an active competitor... until he can locate Warrick Hill.

Hood: We've already got Xtreme and Lightning and Thunder... now Puffer? Fuckin hell. This is beginning to look like Zybala's playground.

Rockwell: I for one am intrigued with Puffer. I think there's some untapped potential there. Perhaps, getting out from under the OCW umbrella will offer him the confidence and ability to spread his wings.

Hood: He has no wings to spread, trust me.

Rockwell: I guess we’ll see. Well folks, to sum it all up... Mobley has retired. Warrick is supposed to take his place. Warrick is missing. Jack Puffer is hired with the task of finding Warrick and, until he locates Warrick, Puffer will be accepting Warrick's in-ring bookings.

Hood: Son of a...

Singles Match
Crash Rodriguez (1-0) vs. Xtreme (6-19-1)

Minos: It is time for our opening match of the evening... it is scheduled for one fall... coming to the ring... stnading 6'3" and weighing 290 lbs... 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 got excited when he heard he was facing a wrestler named Crash, so he went out and crashed a car.

Hood: That's not how it works. That's not how any of it works.

Rockwell: Well, Xtreme has always been a unique individual.

Hood: I don't think being back in the GCWA is improving matters for the psycho.

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'11" and weighing 204 lbs... from Kansas City, Missouri... he's one-half of the GCWA Tag-Team Champions of the World... 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. As the second verse, "Blood Rack, Barbed Wire", plays Crash holds his head and starts to squeal and shaked, 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.*

Rockwell: Crash teamed up with The Reaper to become Tag Champs at GCWA Homecoming, after a very competitive match with The Danger Boiz.

Hood: He couldn't stay away tonight, though, wanting to please the Voice of Violence once again.

Rockwell: I'm pretty sure Xtreme is happy to oblige him there.

Hood: Seriously, with these two sickos fighting each other, should we being doing our announcing from somewhere else? Like, y'know, backstage? Or from home?

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Too late, Hood. Here we go!

Hood: Ref, keep them between the ropes!

*Xtreme approaches Crash, who is still sitting in the corner. He grins, challenging Crash to get up, wanting to get ready. Crash stares up at him for a few seconds... and then grabs the ropes and springs himself upwards, surprising Xtreme. Crash quickly swings his head forward, smashing it into Xtreme with a headbutt! Xtreme stumbles back, shaking his head, and then comes back, still smiling. He throws his own headbutt right back at Crash, driving him back. Crash returns with another headbutt, and the two men keep pounding on his other using their foreheads as weapons of mass destruction! Crash gets the edge with the final swing, staggering Xtreme, who appears to already be bleeding from the cut on his head.*

Rockwell: One minute into this match, and Xtreme's already bleeding from that cut he got in the car accident.

Hood: Xtreme wouldn't be happy if he didn't shed some blood at some point, but this is damn early for it.

*The sight of blood seems to have Crash's attention, as he slugs Xtreme in the head a few more times to cause more blood to flow. Xtreme tries to swing back, but misses, allowing Crash to pick him up and drop with a side slam. With Xtreme down, Crash stomps on him a few times, before charging over to the corner. He climbs to the second turnbuckle, balancing himself, and comes off with a diving headbutt, doing more damage to Xtreme's face. The hardcore wrestler rolls away, leaving blood prints on the mat, even as Crash brings himself back to his feet. He looks a little more relaxed at this point. As Xtreme tries to get back up, looking dazed, Crash grabs him from behind and hits an inverted DDT, then makes the cover... 1... 2... and Xtreme manages to kick out.*

Hood: We're going to need a new ring mat after this match.

Rockwell: Unfortunately, I don't think they can replace it until after tonight.

Hood: So the other wrestlers tonight will have to wrestle with Xtreme's blood everywhere?

Rockwell: Well, they'll try to clean it up as much as they can after this contest, but they won't be able to get rid of all of it.

Hood: That's just unsanitary!

*Xtreme is starting to become a crimson mask, which always seems to suit a man like him. Crash brings him back to his feet, staring at him, enjoying the sight, before grabbing Xtreme by the head and dropping him down with a facebuster! A facial print of Xtreme is now in the mat, a unique display of artwork. Xtreme crawls away, trying to reach the ropes, as Crash rises back up. He reaches Xtreme on the ropes, whipping him across to the other side of the ring. As Xtreme returns, Crash sets and swings for the clothesline, but Xtreme somehow ducks under it, and then comes back, leaping into a splash! He takes Crash down, but the impact causes him to fall off, leaving him unable to make the pin after the desperation move.*

Rockwell: Xtreme's got a little bit of fight left to him!

Hood: Man, I wonder if his ribs were injured from the seat belt during that car accident, because a move like that could break them.

Rockwell: At the moment, I don't think Xtreme is feeling any pain. But I guarantee he'll be feeling it later.

*Xtreme hauls himself back up, trying to wipe blood out of his eyes so he can see better. He staggers over to the corner, messing with the turnbuckle pad. The ref follows him over, trying to stop him, but Xtreme pushes the ref away, as he removes the pad! Xtreme turns, ready to cut open his own opponent... but Crash is charging, taking Xtreme down in the corner and punching away at him!!! The ref starts a count, ordering Crash to stop with the punches, but Crash doesn't listen. Instead, he pulls Xtreme up and brings the bloodied wrestler up, getting him set. He then comes off out of the corner with the Crash Report, planting Xtreme on the canvas!! It's over, as Crash makes the cover, hanging onto his opponent... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Crash Rodriguez!!

Rockwell: A well-earned victory for Crash Rodriguez, as The Crooked Man continues to excel in the GCWA!

Hood: Meanwhile, Xtreme is going to need a blood transfusion. Guy can only have so much left in the tank.

Rockwell: Xtreme certainly hasn't come close to any level of success since returning to the GCWA.

Hood: But Crash is a man who's got a hell of a future here!

*Crash retrieves his barbed wire crown, noticing that a little of Xtreme's blood has managed to make its way over to it. He doesn't seem to have any problem with it, putting the crown on and heading backstage, even as the referee, wearing gloves, checks on Xtreme. They eventually help Xtreme from the ring, while clean-up crews arrive to work on the mat. Luckily, they work fast.*

*The sound of a rocket going off fills the GCWA arena. It is followed by the opening lines to "You're Gonna Go Far Kid" as Ed Houston walks out with a mic in his hand. He takes his time making it down to the ring, soaking in the cheers. He finally slides into the ring and holds up the mic. He puts it down for a second as the fans continue to cheer. After the cheering dies down, he speaks.*

Ed Houston: It is great to be back in the GCWA arena. A few days ago, I laid it all on the line hoping I would walk out as your champion. It was a battle against some of the best to grace the GCWA ring and I came this close...

*Ed holds his fingers millimeters apart.*

Ed Houston: ... to walking away with the belt. I came this close to reaching my dream. I came this close to finally holding a world championship for a promotion that didn't have two feet in the grave. And then...

*Ed pauses for a minute. A twinge of hurt and anger pass across his face.*

Ed Houston: And then TIO, The Incredible One, decided to get involved. He took my dream away from me. He crumpled it up and stomped on it. I haven't been able to think about anything else in days. I keep replaying that moment in my head so TIO, I have to know. Why did you do it? Why did you have to kill my dream?

*Houston lowers the mic, yelling out to the ramp as "Cold Wind Blows" by Eminem echoes throughout the GCWA arena. The music is brand new to the ears of everyone so there is no reaction until the words "INCREDIBLE" glow on the large screen, triggering all the fans in attendance. The Incredible One walks out, arms out, eating up the jeers as he can be heard yelling "oh yes, this is more satisfying!" He struts down the ramp, not paying attention to the fans but keeping his eyes locked onto Houston's. TIO walks up the steel steps and enters the ring, now ignoring Houston and posing for the booing crowd. His music fades out as TIO is handed a mic, as he circles Houston once before speaking.*

TIO: First off - this is my premiere night in the GCWA Arena... not impressed.

*TIO laughs loudly as the crowd continues to boo him. Houston doesn't move as he continues to stare at him.*

TIO: Oh, Houston, what's up man? I couldn't help overhearing you in the back - while I'm getting ready for my debut tonight - that I killed your dream of becoming GCWA Champion. No, Houston, let's face the facts - YOU KILLED YOUR DREAM. I have my reasons for attacking you, which I will get to, but you had every opportunity to make this dream of yours a reality yet you turned it down every time Jonathan and Hunter Barrows gave it to you. You could've just said yes to their numerous offers, they clearly see, or saw something in you. And let's not be stupid - this is the ROCKET MAN!

*The crowd interrupts TIO's speech to cheer for Houston, who nods with the fans.*

TIO: YES, give it up for Ed Houston - the fucking loser who has too much honor to take a freebie when he's given one. You have talent, there's no denying that - the Barrows saw something in you that they wanted to invest in you but your constant refusal drove them to find someone who would take their vision of the company in the right direction... they found me.

*Houston looks surprised.*

Ed Houston: You're right TIO, I've never wanted to be handed anything. Part of the thrill of holding the belt would have been that I respected the grind and because of that I won my first championship my way. I started out in this business losing every time I stepped into the ring and through my grit and grind I came this close to winning a world championship so of course I wanted to finish it my way. I mean you know a lot about working hard TIO, it's not like you're used to having things handed to you.

*Houston pauses and shrugs.*

Ed Houston: But I also never would have thought you would stomp on someone's dream like a school yard bully so maybe I never knew the real TIO.

*TIO nods along with what Houston has said, and laughs at the final part.*

TIO: You're right Houston, you have no idea who I am or what I've been through, and that's the problem. I was like a ghost to you in OCW. I was on top of the world and then my personal life came crashing down on me. My wife got cancer, she died, and mentally I went down in a spiral. What did you do? I was the top wrestler in the company - the most liked, and you swooped in and stole every single one of my fans. You didn't come to me and be like "Hey man, what's up, are you okay?" No, you saw an opportunity to become one of the biggest names in this industry and you did it off MY SUFFERING! And none of you supposed fans came to my help either, you welcomed Houston to the top with open arms. You went and abandoned me!

*At this point, TIO was bright red in the face, saliva coming out of his mouth, and he gets right in the face of Houston. Houston seems shocked at the allegations as TIO comes within an inch of touching noses.*

TIO: So I am going to make this simple and crystal clear so you can understand it, Houston. You have a problem, and his name is the Incredible One. I speak the truth to you when I say I am here to make sure I benefit off YOUR SUFFERING that I will inflict onto you. These fans will always love you and remember you but the memory they'll know of you is me ending your career.

*TIO throws the mic to the ground as his music begins to play again. He leaves the ring as the crowd boos and Houston stands in the middle of the ring, shaking his head as the feed cuts to ringside.*

Rockwell: Strong allegations against Houston, but honestly, is it his fault?

Hood: Of course! Houston claims he's a swell fella but when one of his fellow wrestlers was having a bad personal moment, he didn't do anything to help!

Rockwell: Did you do anything for him, Hood?

Hood: I mean, uh...

Rockwell: Exactly. What happened with TIO and his wife is tragic, there is no denying that but it's no ones fault. TIO is taking his emotions and pointing it directly to Houston to deal with it.

Hood: Either way, an emotional TIO is a trainwreck you don't want to be in front of!

Rockwell: I hear you. We'll be back to Inferno in a moment folks!

*We head off to commercial break, after one final shot of Ed Houston standing in the ring.*

*We start to come back to the program, but there seems to be an issue. Static suddenly comes over the GCWA broadcast and we cut to a very serious Dylan Thomas. Dylan is out in Hollywood, down by the beach sat on a bench.*

Dylan Thomas: GCWA... my debut Pay-Per-View did not go to plan and Duce Jones took... no, stole my North American Title. That's who you want representing your company as champion, Barrows? He can't even say the word 'North' properly!

*Dylan raises his hands and shakes his head.*

Dylan Thomas: But... it's OK... I'll get even with Duce Jones in good time. I have a plan. A plan that I have been talking through with Lissie. No, I'm here to tell you all that at the next Inferno, October 18... Dylan Thomas will be in action. Duce Jones didn't kill me - as much as he will like to think he did. Dylan Thomas will be stepping into that ring next Friday and he will be coming out with the win. On that, you can be sure.

*Dylan winks and the camera cuts back into static. We eventually return to ringside.*

Rockwell: Short and sweet by Thomas there.

Hood: Yeah... Adrian, did you see the look in his eyes, that glint? Dylan Thomas certainly has something on his mind.

Rockwell: Hopefully guilt over the fact he screwed Duce...

Hood: Guilt? Ridiculous... Dylan won fair and square...

Rockwell: No Hood, Duce won fair and square at Homecoming...

Hood: He nearly killed Dylan!

Rockwell: Back to the action!

Singles Match
Duce Jones (3-1) vs. Lightning (0-1)

Minos: The next match... is scheduled for one fall... and will be a Non-Title match... making his way out... standing 6'2" and weighing 200 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... with his tag-team partner, Thunder... here is Lightning!!

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Lightning walks out of the back, scooting his feet to generate more energy. He moves his fingers to show a spark (nothing is seen), and then strikes a few poses before making his way down. Behind him, Thunder follows, making his own poses for the audience to enjoy. He appears to be carrying a stun rod with him.*

Rockwell: Lightning learned a strong lesson this week... to not play around with stun rods.

Hood: I'm not sure Thunder learned the lesson. Is he carrying it by the wrong end?

Rockwell: He'd better hope no fan grabs at the trigger side.

Hood: Hey, Thunder, come over here a second...

Rockwell: Hood, no! Don't you dare!

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. He's holding the championship in his hands.

Minos: Making his way to the ring... weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds... from Memphis, Tennessee... the GCWA North American Champion... 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. The North American Title gets lifted high in the air, to the cheers of his fans. Finally done, he jumps over the top rope, landing inside of the ring with a wince, 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 has spent way too much time in hospital rooms as of late.

Hood: Yeah, the guy is trying to compete in multiple federations at the same time, and it's taking a major toll on him.

Rockwell: Maybe, but it's paid off for him, as he's now got some gold to wear to the ring..

Hood: Which he did by nearly killing a true superstar!

Rockwell: Get off it, Hood. Dylan Thomas lost.

Hood: He'll be back...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So the title isn't on the line, which could be good for Duce, considering how bruised and battered he is.

Hood: Someone call the hospital, make sure Duce's usual room is ready for him. No need to change the bed sheets.

*Duce hangs in the corner, conserving energy, as Lightning discusses strategy with Thunder. Actually, he's just saying his name in response to Thunder's name, and the two men continue to pose. The fans seem to like it. Lightning finally turns and points over at Duce, ready to go. He starts to walk towards him, scooting his feet along the mat as he does so. He reaches out his hand, wanting to do a handshake, which will transfer The Shock to Duce. But the North American Champion has no interest in shaking the man's hand. He kicks Lightning in the chest, disrupting the static electricity. Duce then throws a spinning backfist, a kick to the leg that drops Lightning, and then nails him with the D-Trigga!! Lightning collapses over, as Thunder looks on in shock. Duce makes the quick cover... 1... 2... and somehow Lightning kicks out.*

Hood: What a combination!

Rockwell: I believe Duce Jones calls that The Juice.

Hood: Juice is apparently bad for Lightning. Who knew?

*Thunder starts pounding on the mat, trying to inspire his partner, but nearly shocks himself with the stun rod, dropping it. He goes to collect it, as the match continues in the ring. Duce Jones pulls Lightning up, getting him into the corner. He starts delivering a corner punch and chop combination, leaving Lightning dazed and just hanging onto the ropes on either side. Duce moves away, then sticks his hands up before coming back with a running cornered Yakuza kick that causes Lightning to fall flat to the mat. Duce takes a few seconds to breathe, clearly still feeling pain from the various matches he's been in lately. But he sucks it up, rubbing at his throat, as he turns back and pulls Lightning up again. He lifts him up, then spins into a neckbreaker, starting the Eye of the Hurricane combination! Two more times Lightning goes up, and two more times he's on the mat, in a bad way already in this one.*

Hood: Hurricane beats Lightning!

Rockwell: I'm starting to think anything beats Lightning.

Hood: What about Thunder? Does Thunder beat Lightning?

Rockwell: Wow, that's a tough one...

Hood: I know, right?

*Lightning doesn't look like he wants to get up at the moment, but Duce is not bothering to cover him just yet. He moves off the side, holding onto the ropes for a minute, possibly aggravating some of the damage from the last two weeks. The referee checks on him, but Duce shakes his head, saying that he's fine. He watches as Lightning finally starts to stir, having no idea where he is. As Thunder shouts at him to get up, Lightning slowly rises, looking in the wrong direction. Glassy-eyed, he looks out at the crowd, then at Thunder, before breaking into a very weak pose. Thunder shakes his head rapidly, pointing behind Lightning, and the wrestler finally starts to turn. But Duce is already there, picking Lightning up in a fireman's carry and turning it into the Final Tic 2.0 single knee facebreaker!!*

Rockwell: That might do it!

Hood: Not if Thunder has anything to say about it!

*As Duce puts a hand down on Lightning, apparently deciding that enough is enough, Thunder jumps up on the apron, yelling to the ref to come over. The ref does so, wanting Thunder to get down, but Thunder refuses, still arguing with the man. This keeps him from making the count, annoying Duce. The North American Champion gets up, walking towards them to try and figure out what's going on. Lightning jerks, then starts to roll to get to the ropes, trying to get up. Duce argues with Thunder, challenging him to step in, but Thunder shakes his head, just trying to distract him. The referee gets between them, trying to make sure this one doesn't end in a disqualification. Thunder, meanwhile, tries to slyly position the stun rod, trying to jab at Duce's leg, but missing. Meanwhile, behind them, Lightning is back on his feet, and with a wild yell, he charges at everyone. Duce, hearing it, grabs the referee and yanks him aside, with both avoiding the attack. Lightning instead charges into Thunder... and hits the stun rod, getting shocked!! Lightning, without another word, topples over backwards to the mat, as Thunder looks on with wide eyes.*

Hood: And now electricity beats Lightning!

Rockwell: Thunder didn't mean to do it, but he's taken out his own tag-team partner!

Hood: Duce is lucky he had hold of the referee, otherwise he might have been disqualified!

*The referee is still on his knees, confused at what happened, but Duce knows exactly what went down. He walks over, as Thunder stares down in shock at his partner, not even noticing as Duce picks up the stun rod. Duce turns, using it on Thunder!! Thunder collapses off the apron, out of the action, as Duce tosses the stun rod after him. The referee gets back to his feet and returns to the action, seeing Duce hauling a nearly unconscious Lightning to his knees. The wrestler is barely able to even stay up, and probably could be pinned now, but Duce wants to finish things his way. With Lightning positioned, Duce goes to the ropes and comes back, scoring the Krayzed Knee!!! Lightning isn't moving, even as Duce makes the cover.... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: Duce gets the dominating victory!

Hood: Only because Lightning got shocked!

Rockwell: You don't believe that, do you?

Hood: No, of course not.

Rockwell: Either way, it was good to see the North American Champion in action.

Hood: And also that he's not getting loaded into an ambulance after this... now, we might need one for Lightning.

Rockwell: I don't know if Thunder has moved yet, either.

*Duce Jones gets handed his championship and celebrates, before slowly making his way from the ring. Lightning is still flat on his back in the ring, while Thunder is laying in a heap on the outside. The referee leans over Lightning, not knowing about Thunder. As Duce Jones makes his way to the back, we cut away.*

*We go backstage, to the fancy offices of the co-owners. The room looks more roomy now, thanks to the fact that one desk has been removed. Jonathan Barrows finishes up a phone call, then turns towards where his brother Hunter is sitting quietly.*

Jonathan Barrows: Things are coming together, Hunter. We've got signees flocking to the GCWA after Homecoming. The show was a major success.

*Hunter nods, not saying much. Jonathan takes note, watching his brother carefully.*

Jonathan Barrows: You know that we had no choice, right?

*Hunter slowly turns towards Jonathan.*

Hunter Barrows: I just... I keep seeing him lying there. Why did you have to beat him up?

Jonathan Barrows: You know Dad would have gone straight to attacking us for our 'betrayal' in his eyes. I just beat him to the punch. Trust me, the injuries I gave him were nothing compared to him having a heart attack or stroke when he tries to do too much.

Hunter Barrows: So what, you're claiming you saved his life?

Jonathan Barrows: Maybe. I definitely saved the GCWA. And so did you. We're in this together.

*Jonathan steps over, giving his brother a quick hug. Hunter returns it, out of reflex more than anything else.*

Jonathan Barrows: So, what can you tell me about Adi Gold and Fisher Goldblum?

*Hunter steps forward to start reviewing some of the newest signees, as we go to break.*

*We come back from the break to find ourselves backstage, in a small locker room. Actually, it looks more like a janitor's closet, which is appropriate, since it's Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn's dressing area. He is leaning against the wall, really thinking things over. After a few seconds, he reaches to the side, grabbing a bag and looking at it. It's got "Walgreen's" on the side of it. Vaughn opens the bag and pulls out a smaller container. On the side of the bottle, you can see the word "Creatine".*

Peter Vaughn: I know it's wrong... but I have no choice. It's TIO! I have to be... good enough...

*Vaughn slowly pours some of the supplement into a small glass of water, stirring it up. He then checks his cell phone screen.*

Peter Vaughn: Hmmm. "Creatine is best taken with sugar."

*Vaughn pulls out another packet from the Walgreen's bag, this one pure sugar. He dumps the entire packet into the water, stirs it up, and takes a deep breath. He then chugs the entire glass, slamming it down.*

Peter Vaughn: I've got to win... I've got to...

*Vaughn starts coughing, feeling the strength of so much sugar and creatine. He then turns and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.*

Hood: Creatine? I mean, it's good for energy, that's for sure.

Rockwell: Yes, but I think the recommendation for sugar is actually putting the creatine in a fruit drink.

Hood: Damn. Vaughn's going to overdose on sugar, isn't he?

Rockwell: But what a way to go...

*The camera focuses on the ringside area, where Earl The Popcorn Salesman and Kenny have come out along with several covered cages.*

Hood: Speaking of ways to go...

Rockwell: You don't think those cages hold...

Hood: Future chicken sandwiches? I wouldn't put it past him.

*"Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio hits, and the fans cheer as The Big Bifford comes out to the ring. The GCWA World Heavyweight Title is on his shoulder. He enters the ring up the stairs, posing for a moment with the championship.*

Rockwell: Well, it's Bifford's big moment.

Hood: He always said Ace would get him the championship. Maybe that was true, but Ace is gone now.

Rockwell: Bifford defeated three worthy competitors to earn that title. Maybe Ace helped get him in the tournament, but Bifford did the rest on his own.

*As the music hits a key verse, Bifford raises his arms up, and Earl & Kenny act. The cage doors are opened... and live chickens come out into the ring!*

Rockwell: What on earth?

Hood: Hey, they WERE future chicken sandwiches! I'm a genius!

*The chickens wander in and around the ring, pecking at the mat. Bifford seems to have plans in mind, as he calls for a mic. However, the mic he's given doesn't seem to work. Shrugging his shoulders, Bifford asks for another one, but again, it's not working. Suddenly, there's a voice from above.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hey... Hey, Bifford...

*Suddenly, the big screen comes on, and we see Jonathan Barrows standing in his office, looking out. The Big Bifford, Earl, and Kenny stop in their tracks, surrounded by chickens. The crowd boos, not liking the interruption.*

Hood: The co-owner of the GCWA has something to say!

Jonathan Barrows: First, I apologize for not coming to the ring in person. You apparently already have enough going on there as it is.

*Bifford agrees, nodding along with Earl.*

Jonathan Barrows: Second, I know you're tremendously happy about becoming the GCWA World Heavyweight Champion. Congratulations on your great victory.

*Bifford looks pleased, although Earl is more suspicious.*

Jonathan Barrows: Not to spoil your celebration, however, but I did want you to know... I do expect you to be a fighting champion. We aren't going to have an old-timer simply hanging onto the belt just talking trash, like Derek "The Thriller" Mobley did.

*Heavy boos at the disparagement of Derek Mobley. Bifford doesn't seem to mind, although he's watching the screen a little more closely.*

Jonathan Barrows: So your next challenge for that World Championship you're holding? They'll be here... next week...

*Barrows smiles, a unique look from the co-owner, before the screen goes black.*

Rockwell: So the new #1 contender has been chosen?

Hood: Who? Who is it?

Rockwell: I guess we'll find out next week!

*The Big Bifford, annoyed at the interruption of his ceremony, starts to leave the ring. Kenny hurries after him, asking about the live chickens, but Bifford doesn't want to be bothered with it. Kenny, along with members of security, starts working to clean up the ring as we cut away.*

*We're back in the parking lot, where Crazy Chris & Dangerous Dan, the Danger Boiz, are seen packing up their car. Neither looks to be in a particularly good mood.*

Dangerous Dan: I just can't believe this!

*Chris does his best to calm down his brother, keeping a level head.*

Crazy Chris: Calm down, Dan.

*Dan shows no signs of calming down. He came back to Dallas this week, ready for action, only to find themselves not on the schedule.*

Dangerous Dan: They order us to come to the show, then they have nothing for us to do. What a waste of time!

Crazy Chris: We just need to stay cool, Dan. Sure, Ace is gone, but we still have a chance to get back to the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles. Keep your cool, and we'll earn that shot.

*Dan says nothing, throwing his leftover luggage into the car. Chris shakes his head, while readjusting his GCWA Unified X Division Title around his waist. He goes and gets into the driver's side, while Dan sits in the passenger seat. They drive off, departing out of the garage. After a moment, headlights come on, and a dark pickup truck pulls out, following the other car out into the darkness outside. It disappears into the night. We fade out.*

Singles Match
Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (5-15-1) vs. The Incredible One (0-0)

Minos: It is now time... for our main event of the evening... coming towards the ring... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... here in his hometown of Dallas, Texas... here is Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn!!

*There's a loud cheer for the hometown boy, as "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor begins to play. Peter Vaughn walks out on the stage, carrying his trusty mop. He looks energized once again, almost too energized, as he hypes up the crowd and nearly slips off the top of the stage. He manages to catch himself, takes a deep breath, then runs to the ring, still looking charged up. He hops up and down the ropes on every side of the ring, saluting the crowd.*

Hood: He could be high on fish oil or whey protein, but Vaughn chose creatine for tonight.

Rockwell: At least it wasn't fiber.

Hood: Geez, that could have been messy.

Rockwell: Really, we should be more serious about this, as Vaughn really does feel like he has an addiction to these pills.

Hood: People complain about being addicted to chocolate or pancakes, but it's no big deal.

Rockwell: Pancakes?

Hood: They just... taste so good...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 215 lbs... from Halifax, NS, Canada... he is an OCW Hall of Famer... making his debut tonight... here is The Incredible One!!

"Fuck 'em all
Tell 'em all
Eat shit
Here we go again"

*The opening beat of "Cold Wind Blows" by Eminem begins to play as the crowd stirs. The intro ends and the words INCREDIBLE burst onto the large screen causing the crowd to heavily boo. The Incredible One walks out to the beat, a smirk that stretches from ear-to-ear, as he poses, eating up the jeers. He begins his way down the ramp as he gets into an argument with a smart wrestling fan, throws his middle finger to a young audience member and pretends if he's going to kiss a lucky female fan before laughing hysterically, imitating as if he's going to puke. He rolls into the ring once making it down the ramp, and climbs a turnbuckle, posing to the hatred. He nods before jumping off and pacing the ring as his music fades.*

Rockwell: Now this may be a man who needs to have an intervention.

Hood: The Incredible One needs nothing. He's one of the greatest wrestling superstars in the world!

Rockwell: True, but after what we saw with Jenna, and what he did to Houston at Homecoming, there are definitely issues there.

Hood: Well, those issues are about to splatter The Janitor all across the ring.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: For the first time, The Incredible One wrestles for the GCWA!

Hood: What a weird, wonderful world we live in... and how strange that TIO's first match is against Vaughn.

*The Incredible One walks forward, ready to unleash some damage. Vaughn's already moving, though, running towards him... and running right past him. TIO, confused, turns, as Vaughn hits the ropes, but then stops himself, only to run to his left to that side of the ring. He springs off the ropes, charging past TIO again to the other side, moving at a rapid pace. After stopping on the ropes again, Vaughn lets out a yell to the cheering audience, before jumping on the ropes and leaping backwards towards TIO! But TIO catches him around the waist, then quickly snaps him over, hitting a belly-to-back suplex! Vaughn shudders on the mat, even as TIO gets back to his feet, looking disgusted with who's he's facing.*

Rockwell: That sugar and creatine mix may be charging up Vaughn, but it also made him a little careless there.

Hood: Don't worry, TIO, we've got much better competitors here in the GCWA. Just finish the Janitor and get on with it.

*The crowd is booing heavily, not liking the hometown favorite being down, even as TIO gestures rudely towards them. Behind him, though, Vaughn starts to shake, then begins to rise up, feeling the rush... the sugar rush! TIO turns, and Vaughn rushes in, throwing a right hand... and connects! He throws another, then another, and the fans are going wild. However, TIO catches Vaughn's hand on the next punch, laughing off the impacts. Vaughn, shocked, tries to pull away, but TIO just pulls him in closer and lifts him in the air, in position for a brainbuster! He keeps Vaughn up there, as a few fans count along, until 10 seconds have passed, before he drops Vaughn straight onto his head!! TIO then makes a cocky cover, as the referee slides in... 1... 2... No! The Janitor kicks out!*

Rockwell: The Janitor still has life!

Hood: I think that was just a spasm.

Rockwell: What, caused from the sugar?

Hood: Or from the brain damage. Who can tell?

*TIO hauls the hurting Vaughn back up, nailing him with a few slaps across the face, the ultimate dishonor. Vaughn tries to fight back, but a boot to the gut doubles him over, stopping him once again. The Incredible One then scoops Vaughn up onto his shoulders, walking around easily with him in a fireman's carry position. After a few more steps, TIO snaps him over with a fireman's carry DDT!! Vaughn drops like a sack of spuds, flat on the mat, looking completely out of it. He's in perfect position to get the pin, but TIO doesn't seem interested anymore. He's arguing with the referee about the lack of competition, and pointing out what a dump he's wrestling in. The referee can do nothing but shrug, having no power either way in how or where the company competes.*

Hood: Just put him out of his misery, TIO!

Rockwell: The Incredible One doesn't look too happy to be here.

Hood: Can you blame him?

Rockwell: This is almost a brand new building, Hood!

Hood: "Almost". TIO deserves only the best!

*TIO doesn't seem willing to end the match yet, as he's prepared to make an example of the Janitor. He slowly drags up the wrestler, smacking him in the face a few times as if to make sure he's conscious enough. TIO then locks up Vaughn and takes him over, smashing him down with a German suplex! TIO doesn't let go, though, instead bringing Vaughn back up, then landing a second German suplex, followed by a third, finally releasing him. TIO stands up, dusting himself off, as the crowd continues to boo him. He goes back over to the downed Vaughn, laughing under his breath. He drags Vaughn up, then lands a European uppercut that sends Vaughn back into the corner, completely dazed and confused.*

Hood: We're getting a wrestling clinic from one of the greatest wrestlers alive!

Rockwell: At this point, Vaughn may just want to tap out.

Hood: Can you tap out from being punched?

Rockwell: You can tap out basically for anything.

*TIO has Vaughn propped up in the corner, hammering away at him with uppercuts, forearms, and anything else he can throw at him. Vaughn is helpless, simply taking a beating, although to his credit, he keeps rising back up out of instinct if nothing else. The crowd tries a "Let's Go Vaughn" chant, which TIO quickly mocks. He keeps up the beating, as the referee tries to get between the two men, counting to 5. When TIO doesn't stop, the referee grabs at TIO's arm, ordering him to back off. But TIO just swings his arm back, sending the referee sprawling backwards to the mat! The referee rolls onto his side, stunned, as TIO keeps up the abuse, just wanting to make sure he leaves a clear message to everyone in the GCWA. What he doesn't notice is that the crowd's reaction has suddenly changed.*

Rockwell: The referee is down!

Hood: It was an accident! Don't DQ him, ref!

Rockwell: Wait, look, Hood, running down the aisle!

Hood: What the fuck??

*TIO, suddenly realizing that the crowd is cheering like mad and knowing it's not for him, finally turns around... but Ed Houston is already there, snapping forward and catching The Incredible One under the chin with the Houston, We Have A Problem superkick!!! TIO goes down, holding his jaw, as Houston quickly rolls out of the ring, landing on the outside before the recovering referee can see him. The ref gets up, confused what happened and upset that he was hit, but with TIO down, he doesn't seem sure what to do.*

Rockwell: The ref missed it!

Hood: Blatant interference! What a coward Houston is!

Rockwell: He's just responding to TIO's attack at Homecoming!

*TIO sits up, still rubbing at his jaw. He slowly gets up, turning to the outside, and moves over there painfully, glaring at a smiling Houston. The referee, seeing Houston there, seems even more thrown off. He orders TIO to get back to the action, but TIO grabs the referee from the shirt, yelling at him. But as the referee tries to get free, TIO suddenly topples backwards... as Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn cradles him into the roll-up position!! The referee, dragged down with them, quickly starts his count... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Rockwell: Oh my god!

Hood: NO!!! NO NO NO!!

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

*The place explodes at the announcement, as the referee holds up the weary arm of The Janitor. He seems completely stunned, but is soon thrilled, jumping around the ring. The Incredible One stays in a seated position, his mouth wide open. On the outside, Houston is applauding, looking very pleased with the outcome.*

Hood: This can't be happening...

Rockwell: It most certainly is, Hood. Peter Vaughn, The Janitor, has won in the main event of Friday Night Inferno!!

Hood: It's snowing in hell! Pigs are flying!! It's the end times!!

Rockwell: Vaughn has a winning streak! He's now defeated The Lost Soul and The Incredible One in back-to-back matches!!

Hood: God's going to take me home any minute, I know it!

*The roof of the GCWA arena can barely contain the cheers coming from the crowd after they've witnessed one of the biggest upsets in GCWA history. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn is up the ramp celebrating as TIO is in absolute disbelief in the middle of the ring to what transpired. Houston is on the outside with a wide smirk as TIO begins to huff and puff in anger. He goes to the outside and starts throwing the ring steps around and ripping the apron off the ring. He finds a toolbox under the ring, grabs a pocket knife in it and starts cutting the ring ropes and tearing the turnbuckles.*

Rockwell: Are we witnessing a man-child tantrum?

Hood: TIO was screwed out of his DEBUT MATCH! He deserves to be this pissed off. His GCWA career will always have this stain on it!

Rockwell: Oh, and Houston deserved to lose his chance at the GCWA Championship?

Hood: This is totally different!

*TIO continues to trash the ringside, taking the pads off the floor, exposing concrete as Houston begins to leave. TIO notices this as he walks over and spins him around, cussing in his face. Houston ignores him and goes to walk back but TIO turns him around again and this time smacks him in the face. Houston places his hand on his cheek, stares at his palm before closing his fist and drives it into the face of TIO! The crowd explodes as the two begin to brawl around the trashed ringside. They trade blows before Houston gets the upper hand and whips TIO into the barricade. Houston makes some distance between the two of them before running and dropkicking TIO back into the barricade. TIO grabs his ribs as Houston throws TIO into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle. TIO gets to his feet and Houston connects with a flying cross body and with a roll transitions to locking TIO into the "Countdown" ankle lock!*

Rockwell: Houston showing he can go blow to blow with the supposed Incredible One!

Hood: That's Mister Incredible One to you!

*TIO taps out immediately but Houston keeps the lock applied for a few moments longer, damaging the ankle of TIO. TIO clutches his ankle after Houston lets go and is on his back, screaming. Houston points to one of the ripped turnbuckles as he climbs, signalling for the Blastoff but coming down the ramp and onto the ring apron is Lissandra Thomas, yelling at Houston.*

Rockwell: What is Lissandra doing out here? What does she have to do with TIO and Houston?

Hood: If you SHUT YOUR MOUTH, we'd find out! Let the events UNFOLD!

*Houston jumps off the turnbuckle and approaches Lissandra, asking her "what are you doing here?" From the crowd, Dylan Thomas slides into the ring and mocks Houston behind him as Lissandra leaves the apron, holding her hands up as if to reply with "nothing". Houston nods as he turns around and eats a "Perfect Finisher" double knee gutbuster! Houston crumbles to the ground, holding his abdomen as Thomas turns his attention to TIO. TIO slowly gets to his feet, tender on his foot that was ankle locked, as the two stare off. Not too long after, the two smile and hug it out in the middle of the ring, causing the crowd to heavily boo and throw trash in the ring. Lissandra enters the ring and goes to her husband's side as Thomas holds up TIO's arm.*

Rockwell: Dylan Thomas has aligned with TIO?!

Hood: Dylan is PERFECT! He saw the opportunity to align himself with one of the best wrestlers in the world. TIO is going to mold Dylan into one of the best wrestlers EVER!

Rockwell: The thought of TIO's veteran status and Dylan's hunger to become the best is indeed a dangerous combination.

Hood: I can see these two taking over GCWA by storm!

Rockwell: We'll have to see as we'll be live again next week for another episode of Inferno! Thank you everyone and goodnight!

*The final shot of the evening is Lissandra, Dylan and TIO going up the ramp and posing at the top of the stage, as more trash is thrown at them. The feed quickly cuts to Houston once again in the ring, on his back from another blindside as the GCWA logo shows up and the feed fades to black.*

OOC: That covers another week of Friday Night Inferno! Thanks to everyone who rp'ed and sent in segments. For the record, we're building towards the November PPV, so if you want to be involved, now's the time to start talking to me, as matches are already getting set up rapidly. We'll catch you next week!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, October 18th 2019

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, TX

Opener

Detective Jack Puffer vs. Xtreme

Mid-Card

Ed Houston vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn

Crazy Chris vs. Jace Savage
If Crazy Chris wins, Danger Boiz get a Tag Titles shot

Main Event

Crash Rodriguez vs. Dylan Thomas vs. Chad Vargas
GCWA Unified X Division Title #1 Contenders Triple Threat match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, October 11th to Wednesday, October 16th, giving you 6 days to post your roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!