Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*It's the first day of November 2019, and it's certainly getting colder outside. The World Series is over, football season is approaching the halfway point, the NBA is getting running once again, and the GCWA is into its third month and looks to be going strong. Oh, and there's hockey. Yay, hockey. With all that going on, it just seems like a wonderful time to turn up the heat, make yourself a hot chocolate (or just stick to booze), and get comfortable in front of the monitor, as it's time once again for Friday Night Inferno!*

*The Inferno label appears for a second, before fading away. The silky smooth voice begins again, leading us into the show.*

Voice: The road to High Rollers has been filled with twists and turns.

*Footage rolls reminding us of the entrance of Eric Dane to the GCWA, and his issues with the GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, The Big Bifford. We see Dane escaping from the Biff End last week, and threatening Bifford afterwards for attempting to use the move. The video shifts to The Incredible One's shocking attack on Ed Houston at Homecoming, and their subsequent feud leading up to the contract signing tonight.*

Voice: New faces have emerged to challenge for supremacy in the GCWA, seeking their own fortunes as the company heads for Las Vegas.

*Images of Dylan Thomas joining with the Incredible One and earning a shot at Crazy Chris' Unified X Division Title are shown, followed by footage of some of the newest stars in the company, including Adi Gold, "Mad Dog" Mark Wright, and Tony Savage. We finish with Duce Jones defending the North American Championship in a thrilling match with "The Behemoth Brute" Lusus that was PPV-worthy.*

Voice: Tonight, the final steps are taken, and the final stretch to Vegas begins. Who will win big, and who will be broken?

*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 Crazy Man's Suicide. Blastoff. The Perfect Finisher. The Duce of Clubs. This Damn Incredible. The Biff End. Each as impressive as you would expect. In the center of the flames, an image of the current GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, The Big Bifford, appears, smiling towards the camera. The fury of the flames overtakes Bifford, as he disappears from sight. "Legend" from the Score then plays, leading 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 once again are back in Dallas, Texas! The crowd is hyped as always, waving various signs to the camera. Everything from "I Want To Join The A-List!" to "Duce Is Now #1!" is shown. We head to ringside to join Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: The atmosphere in the GCWA Arena is intense tonight, as we make our last preparations for GCWA High Rollers!

Hood: I can't wait! The Incredible One finally gets Ed Houston to sign on the dotted line tonight!

Rockwell: Well, TIO will have to sign as well. We learned last week from Jonathan Barrows that the match stipulation between the two wrestlers will be announced tonight.

Hood: I'm betting on a Rocket Ship On A Pole match.

Rockwell: God, I hope not.

Hood: Just kidding. Although TIO would easily win that match.

Rockwell: Also tonight, we know that Eric Dane has served summons to both Jonathan Barrows and The Big Bifford to make sure they show up here tonight.

Hood: I mean, Mr. Barrows would have been here anyway, but Bifford could have been off at a restaurant opening or something.

Rockwell: I'm certain our World Champion had every plan to be here tonight. He's got to prep for a major title defense against Dane at High Rollers, and you want to have all the information you can going into that match.

Hood: You make it sound like Bifford's actually got a plan.

Rockwell: Don't sell the champion short, Hood. Also tonight, we've got some wrestling!

Hood: Good to hear, considering it's a wrestling show.

Rockwell: Some incredible matches tonight, including Crash Rodriguez vs. Chad Vargas, Dangerous Dan vs. Dylan Thomas, and Duce Jones defending the GCWA North American Title in an Open Challenge against an old rival of his, Lindsay Troy!

Hood: Didn't Duce get enough of this last week, when Lusus nearly killed him?

Rockwell: Apparently not. It's a full night of action, so let's stop wasting time and get to it!

*Backstage*

*Specifically, the office of Jonathan Barrows.*

*The GCWA Kingpin sits behind a big ass mahogany desk, papers all askew on the blotter. He's got a look on his face that could melt concrete.*

"Where the fuck is Bifford?"

*Eric Dane is also there. The look on his face is the very definition of incredulous. He sits, lounged, in an economy chair across from the boss. Beside him wearing a Cheshire grin is a lawyery-looking motherfucker with a manila envelope resting in his lap.*

Jonathan Barrows: I have no idea.

Eric Dane: Are you not in charge around here?

Jonathan Barrows: You know that I am.

Eric Dane: You got the writ of summons, yeah?

Jonathan Barrows: I did.

Eric Dane: Then I can only assume that Bifford did as well?

Jonathan Barrows: Look. Eric. Cut me some slack here, would you? I've got things coming at me from a lot of different directions here, and now I've got you in my office with a lawyer on top of everything else. Why don't you do us all a favor and just tell me what the deal is so I can figure out a work-around, eh?

"Oh, there won't be any working around this!"

*That would be Eric's attorney, Dickey P. Shooter. His voice is nasally and he sounds about the way you'd expect for an ambulance-chasing lawsuit-happy drag on the legal system to sound.*

Eric Dane: Show him, Dee-Pee.

*The youngish-looking lawyer opens his envelope, retrieves what looks to be another notarized document, and slides it across the desk for Barrows to peruse. A moment passes before he looks up, first at Dane, then the lawyer, and then back at Dane.*

Jonathan Barrows: You've gotta be kidding me.

Eric Dane: I absolutely am not!

Jonathan Barrows: You want me to outlaw The Biff End?

DPS: Correction. We've gone above you. As you can see, the Texas State Athletic Commission has outlawed the move!

Jonathan Barrows: On what grounds?

DPS: On the grounds that it creates an unsafe work environment for my client!

*The Boss ignores Dickey and cocks an eye at Dane.*

Jonathan Barrows: Are you high?

*Eric is just about to answer before Dickey intervenes.*

DPS: My client pleads the 5th.

*The GCWA administrator shifts in his chair.*

Jonathan Barrows: You're telling me that your client, a wrestler, has gone above my head to the Commission, only to get his opponent's finishing wrestling hold banned? From a wrestling match?

DPS: That is correct.

Jonathan Barrows: Why?

*The Only Star breaks in.*

Eric Dane: Did you see what he did to Lurrr?

Jonathan Barrows: I mean, yes, it comes with the job though. I mean, the GCWA isn't ballet!

Eric Dane: Have you ever taken a jumping piledriver from a four-hundred plus pound man? Have you any idea the kind of sheer trauma that shit can cause? I ain't doin' it! And it's legal, signed and delivered, just like my contract for this match.

Jonathan Barrows: And that means?

Eric Dane: It means that while I appreciate how amenable you've been in bringing me here and practically handing me the World Championship, I am not a man who doesn't come prepared. I've already had one neck fusion, and I'm not about to let some fat fuck who can't even show up when he's legally summoned to jeopardize the rest of my career with his reckless and dangerous "finishing maneuver."

DPS: And there's really nothing you can do about it, Mr. Barrows, except accept it, and enforce it. Is that understood?

*The boss's face tells the story.*

Jonathan Barrows: Gentlemen, I believe we're finished here.

*Cut back to ringside.*

Hood: So is that it? Is the Biff End blocked?

Rockwell: Hard to tell, but that paperwork looked official.

Hood: That would be a huge disadvantage for the champion! But I can't blame Dane. Lurrr's still retired now, after all.

Rockwell: Not because of the Biff End, Hood, that was all Jonathan Barrows' doing!

Hood: That's just a rumor.

Rockwell: Let's just go to the ring, it's time for our first match.

Singles Match
"Mad Dog" Mark Wright (0-1) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (6-17-1)

Minos: Our opening contest... is scheduled for one fall... coming towards the ring... standing 6'2" and weighing 238 lbs... from the hills of West Virginia... here is "Mad Dog" Mark Wright!!

"AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGG! ROOF! ROOF! ROOF!"

*The sound of banjo picking begins to play over the PA.*

Woke up early this morning
As I looked around my world be crumblin' down
What I saw, I couldn't believe, Who are you?
What might I be? Oh, the things you do

*"Mad Dog" Mark Wright comes barreling through the entrance way. Chugging a can of beer. He stops at the top of the entrance way, and smashes the can on his head. Mad Dog throws the smashed can into the crowd and then pulls his jacket off throwing it down and runs down the entrance way and slides under the bottom rope into the ring.*

Rockwell: Mad Dog and Tony Savage nearly stole the show last week with their impressive debuts in the GCWA.

Hood: He sure learned a lot of wrestling moves down in the coal mines. Who knew?

Rockwell: Tonight, Mad Dog hopes to impress again, while hopefully adding his first victory to his resume here.

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... wrestling in his hometown of 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 walks out on the stage, carrying his trusty mop. He shakes it to the beat of the song, trying to get himself fired up. He heads for the ring, giving a few fans a high five with the mop.*

Rockwell: Vaughn got a series of big wins, but after losses to Ed Houston and Adi Gold, it seems to be a return to old times for The Janitor.

Hood: Guy had to resort to cleaning up dog shit this week to pay the bills. Sometimes you almost feel sorry for the bum.

Rockwell: He's also been dealing with his recovery from vitamin & supplement addiction, Hood.

Hood: He was winning due to that addiction, Adrian! He ought to think about getting back off the wagon!

*The Bell Rings.*

*Mad Dog looks ready to begin, coming forward with his fists raised, but Vaughn raises his hands to him, asking for a moment. Confused, Mad Dog stops, looking at the referee, as Vaughn pulls a small package out of his pocket. He considers it for a second, as the camera zooms in to catch the packaging. It appears to have a black and white dog on the cover, and has the words "Milk Bone Good Morning Daily Vitamin Treat - Sample Size" on the side.*

Rockwell: Uh oh!

Hood: Looks like Vaughn picked up a free sample of a dog vitamin at that dog show he was at...

Rockwell: He's not really going to...

*Vaughn makes his decision, tearing the bag open, then pulls out the treat. He looks at Mad Dog, who looks more amused than anything, before throwing the treat into his mouth and starts chewing. This lasts a couple of seconds, before Vaughn turns and rapidly spits the treat out, coughing from the apparently lousy taste. Dogs will eat anything. Vaughn clears his throat, still coughing, then shakes his head, disappointed. He turns back to Mad Dog and shrugs. Mad Dog returns the look, then steps forward, beginning to dish out punches to Vaughn's head! He drives the Janitor back into the corner, hammering away at him, as the referee stands close by, watching to see if he needs to intervene.*

Hood: Finally, here we go!

Rockwell: Vaughn's secret weapon was a failure, and it looks like Mad Dog is ready to make him pay for it!

Hood: I still can't believe he thought a dog treat would help him.

*Mad Dog dishes out some headbutts in the corner, leaving Vaughn dazed and unable to fight back. Mad Dog doesn't back down, though, pulling Vaughn out of the corner and delivering a belly to back suplex. Vaughn's hurt, on the mat, as Mad Dog comes around him. He applies a headlock to the downed Vaughn, while also adding in a noogie, putting in some insult to injury (although noogies can hurt as well, as anyone who has felt them knows). Vaughn tries to push Mad Dog off of him, struggling back to his feet, but Mad Dog just drops Vaughn back to the mat, adding in a face wash to do more damage. Mad Dog then gets up, looking energized, as the fans throw a few cheers his way.*

Rockwell: Mark Wright is fully in control here tonight!

Hood: He certainly looks like he enjoys being above ground.

Rockwell: Who wouldn't?

*Vaughn tries to drag himself out of the ring to allow for a breather, but Mad Dog quickly grabs him by the legs, pulling him back in. Vaughn's clawing at the mat, trying to get away, as Mad Dog hangs on. Vaughn turns himself around, then pushes off with his feet, finally getting free. He hops up, with Mad Dog coming back to grab at him, but Vaughn manages to get an uppercut in, stunning Mad Dog for a second. Vaughn then swings an forearm into the side of Mad Dog's head... and the wrestler shakes it off almost immediately! Vaughn, surprised, throws another forearm, with the same reaction. A third attempt is blocked, and Mad Dog follows with forearms of his own, staggering The Janitor. Mad Dog then steps in, holding onto Vaughn's arm and taking him down with the Mountaineer Lariat!!*

Rockwell: A small rally from Vaughn goes nowhere, as Mad Dog plants him down on the mat!

Hood: I think we're about ready for The Janitor to go to his next part-time job!

*With Vaughn down and out on the mat, Mad Dog pulls him over towards the corner, properly positioning his opponent. He then heads towards the turnbuckle, climbing up with authority as the fans cheer him going high risk. Vaughn's still not moving, completely knocked senseless, as Mad Dog reaches the top of the turnbuckle. He points to the fans, then leaps off, flying through the air with Go Mad (Top Rope Diving Headbutt)!! The move lands perfectly, causing Vaughn to shudder in agony before laying flat once again. Mad Dog shakes off using his own head as a weapon and gets on top, making the cover, as the referee slides into place... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "Mad Dog" Mark Wright!!

Rockwell: A strong victory for Mad Dog!

Hood: He dominated The Janitor, that's for sure.

Rockwell: Hopefully this is a spring board for Mark Wright to get him into title contention as soon as possible.

*Mad Dog celebrates in the ring, as Peter Vaughn has rolled to the side. He looks very downcast, especially looking at the wrapper to the dog treat sitting on the apron nearby. We fade to the back.*

*Backstage in the locker room, Tony Savage is prepping for war. He's throwing boxing combos, smacking leather as one of his trainers, boxing coach Arturo Gonzales, barks directions at him.*

Arturo: Faster, faster, mano. Keep that upper body loose.

*On top of wrestling, the news outlets lit up when it was released that Tony was also taking up professional boxing. His punches fly fast and hard, each punch landing with murderous intent. He bobs and weaves, avoiding blows. After a minute, Tony stops, taking a break to drink some water.*

Tony Savage: Appreciate you, coming down to help me tighten my game up.

Arturo: De nada, Antonio. Protecting my investment. You got a big fight in a few weeks, plus the team's counting on you to keep the momentum going.

*Tony's entourage from his fight team, Savage Solutions Combat Systems Several top notch fighter prospects are adorned in black and gold Jordan brand jumpers. Rising star Thai kick-boxer Dang Tay and Nigerian boxing middleweight prospect Okolye Okafor are also practicing their techniques, shadowboxing. Arturo rubs down his trainee, coaching him.*

Arturo: Look around us, Antonio. This is what separates you from people like the Goldblums. You're about the fight game. You're building an empire, while they're playing games.

Tony Savage: Yeah, Simple Jack and his puppet master, they're cute. Funny, even. But the thing is, they rely on too many gimmicks to operate. Don't get me wrong, I love to have fun and talk shit in a promo, but in that ring, that's the domain of killers and professionals. Not entertainers. I ain't disregarding that special needs Sasquatch; dude is a powerhouse.

Arturo: That's good, Antonio. Don't ever disregard your competition. But you've been doing this for years. Stick to the plan. Wear him out, make him move around and gas himself. He throws a punch, you hit him back with two or three. He grabs you, you grab him back. Make him pay for every mistake, because he's going to make a lot of them.

*Tony's eyes are laser focused, and that new training regimen he's been on for several months is paying dividends. There's barely an ounce of fat on his lean, hardened frame.*

Tony Savage: Tonight's going to be big. High Rollers coming up, and they're about to see a whale drop his chips on the table. Vespa and Simple Jack; they're just the beginning. I'm dropping a bombshell tonight. Shit that turns players into kings in the sport.

Arturo: Stick to the plan, and don't get too cocky. Compared to you, they don't have any heart.

*Tony sports a wolfish grin, cracking his knuckles.*

Tony Savage: I hope Fisher does have a heart. I've been itching to punch it out of his chest since they created the card.

*Savage throws one more punch, as we head to commercial break.*

*We return from the break to the backstage area, just in time for a blacked out sedan to pull up at the arena. A familiar face steps out of the driver's seat - it's George, the driver of the Thomases!*

Hood: Y'know, I think Dylan and Lissandra's driver is getting too old. Is he safe to drive at that age?

Rockwell: They seem to be fine so far, Hood.

Hood: Well if Mr. Geriatric over there ever wants to retire, I know a perfect replacement.

Rockwell: Let me guess, you?

Hood: What? Fuck no. And miss out on the GCWA action? I was referring to you, Adrian. That way I don't have to listen to your stupid hooting and hollering every week!

Rockwell: You mean my play-by-play calling of the action?

Hood: Call it whatever you want, man. All I know is... it gives me an earache.

*Whilst Rockwell and Hood have been bickering, George has let out Lissandra Thomas from the car. He then slowly makes his way round to Dylan's side.*

Lissandra Thomas: Come on George! Time is money! Dylan has a very important match tonight!

*Lissandra looks at George in disgust and peers into the car.*

Lissandra Thomas: You may as well climb out my side. He's taking forever tonight.

*The camera zooms in on the car to get a better view of who is inside. First one foot steps out and we see it is at least a leg in a very smart suit. Soon enough, Woody Harrelson himself steps out of the car smiling broadly and the arena crowd lets out a small pop for the established actor.*

Rockwell: Woody Harrelson is here! Lissandra said that he was going to appear tonight!

Hood: Leo DiCaprio... Heidi Klum and now Woody Harrelson! Is there anyone the Thomases DON'T know? We know they know Johnny Depp. The Viper room is one of their favourite hangouts!

*Lissandra and Woody begin to walk towards the main arena doors leading out of the parking lot with Dylan smirking close behind. Dylan turns around again to face George who has gone back to the driver's seat.*

Dylan Thomas: Park the car somewhere else.

*Dylan makes a hasty jog to catch up with Woody and Lissandra and George does as he is told driving away from the arena.*

Woody Harrelson: So, Lissie... I'm sorry I couldn't meet you out in Maui, I was still busy with Venom 2.

Lissandra Thomas: Don't worry, darling! You're here now! Now as I was saying in the car, tonight Dylan's opponent is a face-paint wearing toolbox called Dangerous Dan.

Woody Harrelson: I see. Well y'know me... I've always loved a good fight. DT how long you been here now?

Dylan Thomas: Since August 30th. Already a former North American Champion.

Woody Harrelson: I'm assuming that's good?

Lissandra Thomas: Yup it is.

*On the way to the Thomases' dressing room, Woody Harrelson is stopped by a few stagehands who are fans of his, looking for autographs. Woody himself looks as if he's all too willing to oblige, but they are all stopped by Lissandra.*

Lissandra Thomas: Um... Mr. Harrelson will not be signing autographs for you tonight. He is here as OUR guest. Now, get out of here and go back to doing your job.

*The stage hands walk away dejected and even Harrelson looks on apologetically. He attempts to say something but Dylan waves a hand dismissively.*

Dylan Thomas: Don't worry dude. They're all vultures - the lot of them.

Rockwell: Lissandra being as rude as ever. All those people wanted was one little autograph!

Hood: Sure, but you sign one and then everyone wants one! It's hard work.

Rockwell: And you would know, would you?

Hood: Of course I do. I'm a superstar.

Rockwell: Of course you are. Well Dylan, Lissandra, and Mr. Harrelson have gone into the Thomases' dressing room. No doubt plotting something for Dylan's match later. Let's head back to ringside!

Singles Match
Detective Jack Puffer (0-1) vs. Xtreme (7-20-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... first, standing 6'3" and weighing in at 290 lbs... from Parts Unknown... he is a former GCWA Hardcore Champion... 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, but he's not smiling as he normally does. The man looks closed to unhinged, threatening to hit several fans along the way until security intervenes. They make sure Xtreme makes his way towards the ring, while staying on guard themselves.*

Hood: Xtreme wasn't exactly Mr. Sanity before, but that forfeit victory over Puffer took him to a whole new level of insanity.

Rockwell: Thank goodness Hunter booked this match. But if Puffer no-shows again, Xtreme will need to be restrained.

Hood: If he can be...

Minos: His opponent... hopefully making his official debut tonight in the GCWA... known primarily for his detective skills... here is Jack Puffer!!

*"Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits the speakers, and fans look down the aisle. It's once again the usage of Warrick Hill's entry music, but will it end any differently this time? After a few seconds, the curtain can be seen moving from side to side, and finally, Detective Jack Puffer steps through, staring intently into the spotlight! The fans cheer his appearance, as the Good Detective makes his way down the aisle, now struggling a little bit since looking into spotlights does affect your vision.*

Rockwell: He's here! Jack Puffer will finally wrestle for the GCWA!

Hood: Thank goodness. Maybe Xtreme will finally get what he's been wanting for the past two weeks.

Rockwell: We know Puffer's been on a quest to find the missing Warrick Hill, but he has vowed to replace Hill in every match booked until he finds him. We'll see how that works out against a hardcore wrestler like Xtreme.

Hood: Isn't it "Extreme" with an E now, since Puffer found the E?

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: Let the violence commence!

Rockwell: Puffer needs to be sure and focus if he wants to make it out of this conflict a winner!

*Xtreme still has security around him outside the ring, making sure that everything's good before releasing him. In the ring, Puffer is looking around, as if searching for something. The referee nods to security, and they reluctantly step aside, with Xtreme, finally smiling, hustles forward, sliding under the bottom rope and getting up in the ring. He shouts something at Puffer, who doesn't react, too intent on examining his surroundings. This infuriates Xtreme even more, as he yanks on hair on both sides of his head. He then charges, letting out a wild yell! But at that same moment, Puffer finally sees what he's looking for, and drops to a knee on the side, reaching underneath the rope. Xtreme, not expecting this maneuver, flies over top of Puffer, tripping and crashing straight into the turnbuckle!!*

Rockwell: Ouch!! Xtreme's nose may never be the same!

Hood: He's broken it so many times, he might as well keep changing it.

*Xtreme staggers out of the corner, holding onto his nose. He looks dazed from the hit, trying to pull himself together. In the meantime, Puffer is still examining the spot on the apron that caught his attention. He is nodding, as if believing that he's found a major clue to... whatever it is he's working on at the moment. Xtreme, seeing Puffer's back turned away from him, decides to try again, rushing forward a little more awkwardly now as his balance has been compromised. As Xtreme gets to Puffer, though, Puffer suddenly lifts the middle rope up and pushes down the bottom, apparently to help him step through to the apron. Xtreme goes right through the gap, falling past a startled Puffer and landing hard on the outside!! Puffer looks down at him, for the first time taking notice.*

Rockwell: Two charges from Xtreme, two clean misses! Puffer is doing pretty well, Hood!

Hood: But... he hasn't done anything yet!

*Puffer steps off the apron to the outside, stepping over to check on the downed Xtreme. He seems to be asking questions of the man, but they're not well received. Xtreme struggles to get up, holding his head. He swings weakly at Puffer, who surprisingly catches the swing, then twists, flipping Xtreme over to his back on the outside! Puffer looks happy with himself, having pulled off an offensive move. He reaches down and picks Xtreme up, rolling him into the ring, and then follows, standing behind him. As Xtreme gets to his feet, stumbling around to face him, Puffer gets a kick, then lands a DDT, planting Xtreme head-first into the canvas! The fans are cheering as Puffer stands, apparently enthusiastic about how the match is going.*

Hood: I left my expectations open for this match... but Puffer dominating?

Rockwell: That didn't happen very much in OCW, Hood, but as Jonathan Barrows likes to say, it's a New Era in the GCWA!

*Puffer, now focused on the match at hand, waits for Xtreme to recover. As Xtreme starts to get up, Puffer jumps on the back of his head, doing a double stomp that drives him back to the mat! Puffer, regaining his balance after the move, appears to be happy with the result. Xtreme, hurting, tries to rise again, looking completely lost at this point. Puffer waits for him to turn around, then kicks him in the gut, before pulling the hardcore wrestler down with... a small package! The inside cradle holds as the referee slides into the ring... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Rockwell: Really?

Hood: Of course he won that way...

Minos: Here is your winner... Jack Puffer!!

Rockwell: So the Good Detective gets his first GCWA victory.

Hood: Hey, it's a good first step! But he's got a long, long, LONG way to go before he's talked about in the same vein as Warrick Hill or Derek Mobley.

Rockwell: For now, a victory will have to suffice.

*The fans give some applause for Puffer as he moves through the ropes, scanning the crowd for a moment. He doesn't see his prey in attendance, though, so he steps down and heads for the back. In the ring, Xtreme is still in a seated position. It's hard to tell how he's feeling, but he's not losing his mind with fury, which has to be seen as a plus. We depart to the back.*

*Jonathan Barrows is shown sitting at his desk in his office. He's reading through the documentation given to him by Eric Dane one more time. It's still unclear how he really feels about this sort of thing. While not a fan of The Big Bifford, no one likes to receive a summons and have someone go over your head. The door swings open, and his brother, Hunter Barrows, comes in, looking frustrated.*

Hunter Barrows: Have you heard anything??

Jonathan Barrows: Hmmm?

*Jonathan barely looks up from the paper he's currently reading, at least until Hunter slams his hands down on the desk.*

Hunter Barrows: Have you heard anything about Dad?!

*Jonathan finally puts the paper down, shaking his head.*

Jonathan Barrows: Nothing recently. But I've had a lot going on...

Hunter Barrows: I personally went to the facility and showed them Dad's photo, and they confirmed that he had been checked out! He could be anywhere, Jon!

Jonathan Barrows: And what could he do, Hunter? We got all of his stocks, remember? The company is ours now. He'd have to buy a ticket just to get into the arena.

Hunter Barrows: Are you sure about that? I talked to the accounting department. They said the stock change still hasn't cleared!

Jonathan Barrows: It takes time for the government to get all the paperwork officially filed.

Hunter Barrows: I don't know, Jon. Something's wrong. I can feel it.

Jonathan Barrows: Can you feel it somewhere else? I'm up to my neck in problems already, getting High Rollers going. You could help out some more, you know!

*Hunter just keeps pacing back and forth, not responding. Jonathan sighs and stands up.*

Jonathan Barrows: Look, Hunter, I'll see what else I can find out, okay? But I don't think you should be driving yourself so crazy about this. We've got this under control.

*Hunter looks fitfully at his brother, before nodding. He turns and leaves the room, probably to get himself another drink. It has not been a good week for Hunter Barrows. Jonathan sits back down, shaking his head.*

Jonathan Barrows: Nobody wants to be professional here...

*Jonathan picks up the paper from Eric Dane once more, as we fade to commercial.*

*Video rolls showing a vehicle pulling up backstage. It parks in the loading dock, with the doors swinging open and Crash Rodriguez and Jace "The Reaper" Savage both getting out. The GCWA World Tag-Team Champions are in the midst of a discussion as they start heading into the arena.*

Rockwell: The Tag-Team Champs have returned to the GCWA!

Hood: Good to have them back!

Rockwell: We know the belts are set to be on the line next week at High Rollers, but so far, no competitors have been named for Crash & Jace.

Hood: Hey, there's always Wrath of the Storm! Give them a PPV appearance, give Crash & Jace a free victory, everybody wins!

*As Crash & Jace walk through the doors and down the hall, they pass by a very famous face. Chad Vargas, the Confederate Icon, turns and watches them go by, smirking to himself. Crash suddenly looks back, seeing his competition for tonight. Vargas gives him a one-finger salute, which almost brings Crash back after him. But Jace tells him to wait until later, and they head off, with Crash saying a few choice words back to him. Vargas returns it. Several beeps are heard.*

Hood: Vargas is ready to start their fight early! I say, why not?

Rockwell: They don't have too long to wait, Hood. But first, let's see another great pair of wrestlers in action!

Singles Match
Dylan Thomas (4-2) vs. Dangerous Dan (35-29-2)

Minos: The next match... is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'2" and weighing 225 lbs... from Greenwich, Connecticut, but currently residing in Hollywood, California... with his wife, Lissandra... here is "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas!!

*'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy 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 eyeing the ramp waiting for his competition.*

Rockwell: So both tag-team partners have been banned from ringside, making this a true one-on-one competition!

Hood: Normally I'd say that's unfair to keep TIO away, but honestly, I think the disadvantage is much greater for Dangerous Dan. At least Dylan still has his wife out there!

Rockwell: She will certainly have an effect on this match, we can almost guarantee that.

Hood: Hey, Dylan wants to impress Lissandra, she's nothing if not inspirational!

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'11" and weighing 225 lbs... from Smithville, Tennessee... he is a GCWA Hall of Famer... 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 emerges 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"

*Dan points to the fans, feeding off their energy, and starting down the ramp... and then he goes rolling down the ramp, as The Incredible One suddenly nails him from behind with a chair!!*

Rockwell: Whoa!! What the hell??

Hood: Brilliant!

Rockwell: But TIO is banned from ringside!

Hood: He hasn't gotten to the ring yet, has he?

*The Incredible One moves down the aisle, earning the boos of the crowd. He threatens a couple of people, laughing, before raising the chair again, only to have Dangerous Dan reach out at the last second and block the second chair shot. The two fight back and forth, struggling with the chair, but before Dan can pull the weapon away, Dylan Thomas is there, clipping Dan's leg from behind! Dan drops to the floor, releasing his grip, and TIO immediately makes him pay, swinging the chair down with a crack across Dan's forehead!!!*

Hood: They're making sure Dangerous Dan won't be able to help his brother at High Rollers! Genius!

Rockwell: The A-List can't get any lower!

Hood: But Dan can, if they hit him again!

*Dylan Thomas drags Dangerous Dan up, showing that Dan has been busted open. The fans are booing heavily, very upset at both the assault and the fact they're apparently not going to get the match they were expecting. The Incredible One says a few things to Dan, taunting him, before rearing back with the chair again, preparing to bust some ribs. But suddenly, the crowd explodes, as a masked figure can be seen racing down the ramp behind them!*

Rockwell: The X Division Champ is here!

Hood: Turn around, TIO!

*Crazy Chris races down the aisle, a kendo stick in hand. Dylan drops Dan as TIO turns around, swinging the chair, but Chris slides under the strike, then turns around, cracking TIO on the back! He spins towards Dylan, blocking a punch with a swing of the stick, causing Dylan to stumble away, holding his arm. Chris spins and swings at TIO again, then turns back to Dylan... and Lissandra's standing there, holding an arm protectively around her stomach! Chris hesitates, surprised, and that hesitation costs him, as Dylan comes from the side to tackle Chris into the guardrail!*

Hood: Whew! Dylan just saved his wife and unborn child!

Rockwell: Lissandra was the one putting them in danger!

*Chris fights back against Dylan, throwing some heavy punches, but TIO comes from behind with a low blow, toppling Crazy Chris over!! Dylan and TIO then start stomping away on the champion, even as Lissandra watches from behind them with a smile. Dangerous Dan crawls towards them, trying to help his brother, but the A-List teammates turn on him as well, beating him down.*

Rockwell: The Danger Boiz have been taken out!

Hood: It's their own fault for not planning their own strategic attack!

*TIO holds onto Crazy Chris, using his own kendo stick against him, pulling him back. He wants Chris to watch as Dylan Thomas pulls Dangerous Dan up, blocking his futile attempts to break free. He then takes Dangerous Dan with the Perfect Finisher on the outside, laying Dan out!! TIO drops Chris, who can only stare at his brother, feeling a ton of pain himself. Dylan takes Lissandra's hand, and the A-List members walk away, raising their arms to the angry crowd.*

Rockwell: The A-List may have gotten the upper hand here, but Dylan Thomas still has to beat Crazy Chris via pin or submission next week if he wants to be champion.

Hood: Well, I'd say he's got a better chance now than he did before!

*Crazy Chris manages to get to his brother, checking on him, before glaring furiously at the stage, where Dylan, Lissandra, and The Incredible One have formed a line next to each other, mockingly raising up their arms. We cut away.*

*We go to the back, where we see a limping Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn make his way down the hall. He seems upset with himself.*

Peter Vaughn: Serves me right. A dog treat! ... I really should have tried one beforehand.

*Vaughn looks around the hallway, and reaches out, grabbing one of the road agents as he goes by.*

Peter Vaughn: Hey, do you know if the schedule is out for High Rollers?

Road Agent: I think most of the matches are set up, yes.

Peter Vaughn: Do you know who I'm wrestling?

*The man takes another look at the Janitor, and can't help himself. A small laugh comes out through his lips. Vaughn releases him, looking saddened.*

Road Agent: Er, sorry, Peter.

*He turns and hurries away, anxious to get as far from the awkward moment as possible. Vaughn just lowers his head, then turns and starts making his way painfully down the hall, heading for the exit. We fade out.*

Singles Match
Crash Rodriguez (2-1-1) vs. Chad Vargas (3-2)

Minos: The next match... is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'4" and weighing 240 lbs... from Everclear County, Tennessee... he is an OCW Hall of Famer... here is "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!!

*Vargas approaches the ring to "Needle And The Spoon" by Lynyrd Skynyrd. He's as cocky as ever, ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans as he gets to the apron and slides in.*

Rockwell: Vargas hasn't been happy with his time in the GCWA so far, feeling like he's not being used correctly.

Hood: I mean, anyone would think that when they almost lose their job in a surprise match at the last PPV.

Rockwell: Vargas still has to be considered one of the top wrestlers in the GCWA, but he's going to need to show management that he deserves the opportunity for championships.

Hood: Considering how the management feels about former GCWA talent, it won't be easy to convince them.

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'11" and weighing 204 lbs... from Kansas City, Missouri... he is one-half of the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions... with his partner, Jace "The Reaper"... here is 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 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.*

Rockwell: Crash has his partner to back him up tonight. That puts the odds against Vargas.

Hood: Can't a tag-team partner show support?

Rockwell: In wrestling? It usually doesn't end with just that.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So this is somewhat of a rematch from a few weeks ago, when Dylan Thomas beat both of these men to become the X Division Title #1 Contender.

Hood: Well, we're guaranteed a different winner this time!

Rockwell: Indeed, and we'll have to see what... wait, behind Jace...

*As Crash starts to head towards a lock-up with Vargas, the Confederate Icon suddenly tilts his head to the side, then gives a nod, telling Crash to turn and look. Crash, against his better judgment, glances over, then does a double take. Jace, standing over there outside the ring, gives Crash a confused look, not understanding what's going on... until Bob Grenier picks him up from behind onto his shoulders, then spins him down with the Chula Vista Dirt Bomb (Argentine Powerbomb)!!!*

Hood: Jesus!

Rockwell: Bob Grenier is finally here in the GCWA Arena, and he's taken out The Reaper!!

*Crash starts to head that way, wanting to get some revenge for his tag-team partner, but Vargas nails him with a forearm from behind, stunning him. Vargas then drags Crash back, setting him in place, and plants him hard into the mat with the Stroke!!! Vargas then rolls Crash over, making the cover, and ordering the referee to move his slow ass! The referee, shaking off his astonishment, slides in and starts to count... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

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

Rockwell: And just like that, it's over!

Hood: I always love how Vargas pulls a plan together!

Rockwell: Well, if nothing else, that'll make leadership sit up and take notice. A big victory for Chad Vargas, and a stunning debut for Bob Grenier!

*Grenier steps into the ring, celebrating with Vargas. They quickly work together to kick Crash Rodriguez out of the ring, leaving him laying. Jace is struggling to get up, looking to be in a great deal of pain.*

*We go to the back, where Adi Gold is waiting with her brother, Fisher Goldblum. Fisher is happily chewing on a slice of bologna.*

Adi Gold: I hope that's not from that bum.

Fisher Goldblum: No, Grampa Pappy got it for me. He's the best!

*Adi looks on suspiciously, but Fisher is usually honest with her. There's a knock at the door, and a stagehand sticks his head in.*

Stagehand: Excuse me, Ms. Gold, you're wanted in the conference room.

Adi Gold: There's a conference room in this place?

*The stagehand nods. Adi looks again at Fisher, who's contently eating his bologna, then walks to the door.*

Adi Gold: Don't go anywhere. And don't eat too much more, I don't want you getting sick on me out there.

*Fisher nods absentmindedly as Adi departs. We head to commercial.*

*We come back from the break to the conference room, as we see Adi Gold stepping in through the door. She looks around, seeing four other people in there. "Mad Dog" Mark Wright is off to the side conferring with Sunny Jim, while Johnathon Jacob Morrison, the voice for The Behemoth Brute, Lusus, is on the phone near the side. Standing at the front of the table, still looking anxious but trying to contain it, is Hunter Barrows.*

Hunter Barrows: Thank you all for coming... please take a seat...

*Nobody makes a move towards the chairs, although they do all turn Hunter's way. He shrugs.*

Hunter Barrows: ... or keep standing, whatever works for you. JHM, thanks for sitting in for Lusus, I know he's wrestling elsewhere.

*JJM waits without responding. Hunter doesn't look pleased with the continued silence.*

Hunter Barrows: Look, Jonathan told me to step up and help... and I noticed that the three wrestlers here were not booked currently for High Rollers. I thought that was a mistake. You guys have too much talent to not be competing. So here's what I'm going to do. Adi, Mad Dog, and Lusus are going to be put into a Triple Threat match. The winner of that match will become the new #1 contender for the GCWA North American Title. How's that sound?

*Adi smiles, apparently liking the idea. Mad Dog shrugs, talking with Sunny Jim briefly before nodding. JJM has a satisfied smirk on his face, thinking of what Lusus is going to do to them.*

Hunter Barrows: I'm going to take that as agreement. You'll get the contracts sent to you shortly. Thanks for coming.

*Everyone moves towards the door, with Adi stepping in front of Mad Dog, blocking him. Mad Dog grins, letting her go first, but has no plans to show her any kindness next Sunday. JJM, meanwhile, gets on the phone to alert his client. We go to ringside.*

Rockwell: Another blockbuster match announced!

Hood: I wouldn't want to be Adi or Mad Dog, facing off against a monster like Lusus. I wouldn't even want to be the ref!

Rockwell: I wouldn't sell any of them short, Hood. It's extremely hard to predict a winner out of those three, but whoever wins will definitely deserve it!

*The camera focuses in on the ring where a table is set up with two plushy looking chairs. Jonathan Barrows is already standing inside the ring.*

Jonathan Barrows: At High Rollers we move closer to the new era. And what better way to welcome that new era by watching one of our newest super stars end the tenure of what could have been one of our brightest wrestlers. First, please welcome to the ring, a man possibly making his last appearance on Friday Night Inferno... Ed Houston!

*The fans cheer loudly as Barrows roll his eyes. The sound of a rocket launch fills the arena. It stops and before the countdown can begin, "You're Gonna Go Far Kid" blares out.*

Crowd: Rocket Man! Rocket Man!

*Ed Houston confidently walks down the ring with a mic in his hand. The crowd noise is thunderous. He takes a moment to soak it in before running down to the ring and sliding in. He eyes Barrows carefully. He walks around the table, deciding to take the seat facing Barrows, who looks over at Ed.*

Jonathan Barrows: Do you have anything you'd like to say?

*Ed smirks.*

Ed Houston: I'm excited to see what kind of match we'll be having. Let's see what The Idiotic One came up with.

*Barrows smiles back.*

Jonathan Barrows: Oh it's something good. Let me introduce to you, The Incredible One, TIO.

*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 takes a step down to the ring and then turns around, taunting the crowd, acting like he's too good for the contract signing. This only elicits louder boos. TIO pauses again, content with the frenzy he has caused and spins back towards the ring. He coolly enters the ring and nonchalantly slides in to the open seat. TIO grabs a mic on the table:*

The Incredible One: The GCWA fans somehow get dumber each and every week. Did you all really think I would miss the chance to go to Las Vegas for free? Did you really think I would give up the chance to end the career of the precious Rocket Man?

*The boos had stopped momentarily but pick up again. TIO turns to Ed Houston.*

The Incredible One: You really should have given more input to our match, Ed. We've designed something that will give me the chance to give you the beating you deserve.

*Barrows smirks, taking the entire situation in for a second.*

Jonathan Barrows: At High Rollers, The Incredible One and The Rocket Man will be competing in a Two out of Three Falls match.

*Ed raises his brow, expecting something much worse.

Ed Houston: Wow. I'm glad you used your combined brain power on that one. We might be mud wrestling otherwise.

*Barrows does not look amused.*

Jonathan Barrows: Not just a regular two out of three falls match. The first fall will be a regular match. The second fall will be a no disqualification and the third fall will be a last man standing match. It's what we in the wrestling business like to call, The Three Stages of Hell.

*Barrows looks around triumphantly as the intrigue is palpable among the fans. He then turns to Ed.*

Jonathan Barrows: That is if you still want to sign the contract.

*Houston considers for a brief moment.

Ed Houston: That does sound like a hell of a match. Is that a match that everyone in the GCWA universe wants to see?

*The crowd cheers wildly.*

Ed Houston: You all really want to see The Rocket Man knock The Incredible One down for the count?

*An even louder cheer echos through the GCWA Arena. Houston smiles.*

Ed Houston: Of course I still want to sign the contract, Jonathan.

*Jonathan steps back as if to say, be my guest.*

*Ed quickly flips to the last page and signs his name with a flourish. He smiles and looks at TIO.

Ed Houston: Your turn.

*TIO rolls his eyes at Ed.

The Incredible One: You shouldn't have cost me my debut match here.

*The Incredible One says this bitterly, the anger still fresh from three weeks ago. He signs the contract as well. TIO forcefully slams the pen to the table.*

*As soon as the pen hits the table, he flips the table towards Ed and hops to his feet, hoping to catch The Rocket Man by surprise. Ed was expecting it though. He pops up out of his seat before the table can hit the ground. He tries to strike first with a Houston We Have A Problem but TIO ducks it and hits the mat. He rolls out of the ring as Ed jumps over the downed table.*

Crowd: Wooooooo!!!

*Ed stands at the edge of the ring as TIO slowly retreats backwards up the ramp. Ed motions to TIO, pleading for him to get back in the ring.*

*Although The Incredible One is now mic-less, it is easy for everyone to pick up his words. "I'm not getting back into the ring with you for free. I'll see you in Las Vegas." He waves off Ed and starts to walk up the ring. Ed can't believe it. He came for a fight tonight. He exits the ring and starts to run. TIO hears the sudden commotion from the crowd and turns around in just enough to high tail it to the back before he can get caught. Ed runs to the top of the entrance ramp before stopping.*

*He looks triumphantly at the fans and points to them one, soaking in the chant for The Rocket Man before heading to the back. The camera focuses in on Jonathan Barrows, surveying the mess in the ring.*

Jonathan Barrows: High Rollers is going to be so much fun.

*The crowd cheers to that as the cameras cut away, taking us to a commercial break.*

*As we return, we see Bob Grenier and Chad Vargas outside in the parking lot. They look about ready to depart, before Vargas turns back to the camera.*

Chad Vargas: Yo, numb nuts! I hope you enjoyed the surprises tonight. The WEAK ASS BOOKING is over! We'll see you assholes at High Rollers!

*Vargas gets into their truck, with Grenier revving up the engine before pulling away. As they leave, we see the car that Crash & Jace arrived at the arena in. There's now what looks to be a baseball bat smashed through the side window. We head back to ringside.*

Rockwell: So it's going to be Grenier & Vargas going for the tag-team titles at High Rollers??

Hood: That's what it sounded like, Adrian, and how can you blame Jonathan & Hunter for that decision? Vargas won decisively tonight!

Rockwell: They certainly have momentum, although Crash & The Reaper will be expecting Grenier next time. We'll see if they can keep the belts! For now, let's check out two of our biggest recruits in the last month, as they fight for their place at the top of the mountain!

Singles Match
Fisher Goldblum (0-0) vs. Tony Savage (1-0)

Minos: The next match... is scheduled for one fall... now entering the arena... standing 6'8" and weighing 288 lbs... from Windsor Ontario... with his sister, Adi Gold... here is Fisher Goldblum!!

*Generate by Eric Prydz hits over the PA System. Adi Gold comes out first as her giant brother Fisher Goldblum follows her. Together they head down towards the ring. Adi ignoring the crowd as much as possible while Fisher waves and touches a fans hand here and there. They do this until they get near the ring and Adi slides into the ring under the ropes and Fisher climbs into the ring over the top. They stand in the middle while Adi is holding her hands in the air smirking.*

Rockwell: After Fisher beat up some homeless bums, we saw he and Adi Gold talk to the man who Tony Savage beat up after Inferno last week, Taylor Colter.

Hood: Good for them, checking on a fan. A fan who tried to stab Savage, but a fan nonetheless!

Rockwell: This will be Fisher's official debut in the GCWA, after watching his sister win over Peter Vaughn.

Hood: I'd much rather wrestle Adi than Fisher.

Rockwell: I'm... not sure if that's sexist or not.

Hood: What? Fisher would kill me! I mean, Adi probably would, too, but I just feel like I'd have more broken bones from Fisher.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 231 lbs... from Atlanta, Georgia... here is Tony Savage!!

*The lights dim low. He has no need for pyrotechnics, all the flashes from smart phones and camera illuminate his way down the ramp. The intense drum beat of 'Way Of The Fist' pounds over the arena's sound system, and the man marches down to the ring, dressed in black military pants and boots. His shirtless chest bears tattoos and scars, including bullet and bomb wounds, across his core like a mural. Security makes sure, due to his other job as soldier of fortune, he's not packing any outside weaponry. Once they clear him, he jumps onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, his mouth twisted in a wolfish, blood-thirsty grin, as he stands with arms crossed, waiting for action.*

Hood: If anyone can break down Fisher, it's this man, a military veteran!

Rockwell: He certainly proved that he could break down a Rocky Mountain Elk quickly when he was with his brother earlier this week.

Hood: Yeah, that was the most bloodshed we've had since Xtreme beat himself up with a barbed wire baseball bat.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Some strong newcomers to the GCWA go at it here tonight! Which one will still be undefeated tomorrow?

Hood: My vote's on Adi!

Rockwell: ... She's not wrestling, remember, Hood?

Hood: Exactly! She's sure to be undefeated tomorrow! I'm a genius!

*Savage looks ready to go, set to tear into his opponent. Fisher, meanwhile, is looking out at the audience, possibly noticing how many are eating concessions they bought earlier in the night. He turns to Adi outside the ring, asking her when he gets to go find some food, with Adi assuring him that they'll get something after the match. But Adi then screams at Fisher to turn around, too late, as Savage attacks, jumping onto Fisher's back with a rear naked choke variation! Fisher doesn't go down, though, instead immediately spinning himself around to try and dislodge the attacker. Savage lets go, landing on his feet, and immediately tags Fisher right behind the knee with a kick, causing Fisher's leg to buckle. Fisher stumbles forward, failing to drop, so Savage springs up onto him from the front, applying a guillotine submission! He hangs on, trying to yank Fisher down to the mat, as the big man fights against the hold.*

Rockwell: Tony Savage immediately on the attack!

Hood: Screw beauty, it's going to be an ex-Army ranger who slays the beast!

*Fisher seems to be weakening slightly from the hold, tilting forward. But just as Savage thinks he has him, Fisher suddenly straightens up, breaking Savage's leg grip on him. He then snaps backwards, throwing Savage overhead and into the corner! Savage, stung by the impact, works to get back to his feet. A furious Fisher is there now, though, punching away at Savage. He keeps in the corner with a series of knee lifts, driving the air out of Savage's lungs. Adi looks on from the outside, a satisfied smile on her face. Fisher pulls Savage out of the corner, taking a few steps before then twisting him back down with a swinging neckbreaker! Savage looks stunned as Fisher drops on top of him, with the ref right there... 1... 2.. but Savage kicks out with plenty of time.*

Hood: Does Fisher even know why he's fighting? He seems to enjoy it.

Rockwell: I'm betting he's just doing it to make his sister happy.

Hood: Well, no matter what, he's good at it.

*Adi pounds on the mat, apparently upset that Fisher went for a pinfall so early, rather than doing more damage. Fisher, listening to her, nods and picks Savage up, showing his strength by putting Savage up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He yanks on Savage, turning it into a torture rack submission variation, with Savage fighting back the only way he can, punching away at Fisher's exposed head. This causes Fisher to drop Savage back to the mat. As Savage drops to a knee, Fisher runs a hand through his beard, looking upset. He turns and tries to kick Savage, but he rolls quickly out of the way. As Fisher turns and comes towards him, reaching out, Savage goes back to the joints with a couple of kicks, causing Fisher to fall to his knees. Savage then quickly grabs Fisher's arms and drops with a double arm DDT, before rolling Fisher over... 1... 2.. and Fisher shoves him off with a lot of force, sending Savage rolling to the apron.*

Rockwell: So far, this has been the even contest we expected.

Hood: Thank goodness. A guy gets tired of squash matches, you know!

*As Fisher works to get up, Savage pulls himself up on the apron. He starts to step back into the ring, but gets distracted as Adi shouts at him from outside. He gestures towards her with the universal representation of "Fuck You", earning a cheer from the audience, before finishing entering the ring. But Fisher, having seen this, charges forward, furious, and nails Savage with a big boot! Savage crashes hard against the ropes, held up only by Fisher, whose leg balances between them. He brings it down, then locks onto Savage, yanking him off the mat and applying a bearhug submission! He shakes Savage like a rag doll, trying to crush the ribs of the man who dared flipped off his sister.*

Rockwell: Fisher has lost it!

Hood: Wrestlers are going to need to learn to ignore Adi Gold, as hard as that is...

*The ref moves around the two wrestlers, checking on Savage, who is refusing to give up, despite the obvious strain on his spinal cord. He fights to get his arms free, finally managing it, although this just makes the grip even tighter from Fisher. But Savage had a plan, and he puts it into effect, driving both hands together and clapping them behind Fisher's head, smashing into both sides of his head! Fisher staggers, but doesn't relent, so Savage does it a couple more times, finally managing to cause Fisher to release him. Fisher steps back, holding his head due to the ringing in his ears. He can't hear Adi's shouts of instructions, leaving him helpless as Savage turns and goes up the turnbuckle, then comes off with a top rope Superman Punch!!! The shot lands beautifully, and Fisher, after a couple of seconds, topples backwards to the mat. Savage crawls over to him, wincing with every move of his back, as he makes the cover... 1... 2... and Fisher kicks free in time.*

Rockwell: I thought Savage might have had him there!

Hood: He needs to lower his aim. Hitting Fisher in the head isn't going to do enough damage.

*Adi is moving back and forth outside the ring, pacing, not pleased with what's going on in the ring. She yells at Fisher to get up, but her brother isn't moving fast enough, as Savage lands a couple of kicks to the ribs to keep him on the mat. Savage then opts to continue the ground game, latching onto Fisher's left leg and applying a calf slicer submission! He twists and tugs, as Fisher, his eyes wide, shouts out in pain. The ref checks with him, but Fisher barely seems to be listening to him. He's turning towards his sister, wanting to know what to do, and she waves him towards her. He starts crawling, dragging Savage along with him, with Savage unable to stop the momentum. Fisher reaches out for his sister, but she smacks his hands down onto the ropes instead, and this causes the break, with Savage dropping the hold. The ref says an admonishment to Adi for getting involved, but she doesn't seem too concerned about it.*

Rockwell: Adi's presence helps out her brother, who didn't seem to know how to get out of that hold.

Hood: How often do you think a guy his size gets put in a leg submission hold? Can't be normal for him, as he's usually not the guy whose down.

*Savage says a few words towards Adi, apparently taunting her, as she jumps up on the apron, saying a few words back. Thankfully, the crowd is too loud to catch what was said. Savage laughs before turning back to Fisher, who's surprisingly already on his feet. He grabs Savage by the throat, angrily lifting him into the air for a chokeslam!! But Savage manages to use his arm to batter his way free, releasing in mid-air and falling back to his knees on the mat. He stumbles up, as Fisher lets out a yell and launches with a shoulder block... that Savage dodges, while Adi takes the blow, sending her flying off the apron!! Fisher, letting out a scream, looks out at his sister, trying to find out if she's okay. He grabs at the referee, wanting him to go look at her, frantic. He then turns back to a charging Savage, who nails him dead on with the One Shot, One Kill!!! Fisher rebounds off the ropes, then falls forward like a tree trunk to the mat! Savage makes the cover, holding onto one large leg, as the ref makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Tony Savage!!

Rockwell: Tony Savage takes the win, in the closest contest so far tonight!

Hood: I told you Adi would remain undefeated! Maybe not unscathed... but still undefeated!

Rockwell: We'll have to see if Fisher can recover quickly from this loss, and from the anger he's going to face from his sister.

*Savage doesn't waste much time in the ring, rolling out, as Fisher struggles to get up, holding his chest. He starts crawling over to where Adi got knocked down. She's already on her feet, recovering, but looking very upset. Fisher sees her face, then turns away, thinking about crawling in the other direction. We cut away.*

*Backstage.*

*The "Go" Position. The main event, the North American Championship Open Challenge match, is only moments away and Lindsay Troy, the Queen of the Ring, is primed and ready to dance.*

*The Lady of the Hour rocks up and back on the balls of her feet, affixing the last of her arm tape into place, popping her neck. Her curls graze the tops of her shoulders, swaying as her neck moves.*

*Sauntering around the corner, about to break Lindz's moment of solitude, is The Only Star himself, Eric Dane. He finds his way directly in front of The Queen and smirks at her with a familiar nod.*

Eric Dane: Queen.

Lindsay Troy: Eric.

*For two people who are supposed to be friends, it sure is an icy reunion.*

Eric Dane: You came all the way to Texas and didn't even say hello. Rude. I know you knew I was going to be here tonight. Twitter is life, yanno.

*Lindsay Troy rolls her eyes.*

Lindsay Troy: No, it isn't. And you know good and well why I came to Texas, and it has nothing to do with you. I've got a blemish on my record to correct, and I'm here to attend to that. Whatever it is that you're doing...

*She waves her hand dismissively.*

Lindsay Troy: ...is none of my concern.

*Eric cocks an eyebrow, allowing the awkwardness in the room to accumulate. He sucks at his teeth before giving his own thoughts.*

Eric Dane: If you've got something to say, Lindsay, say it. There's nothing worse than a woman using the silent treatment to get herself over.

*In one step, she closes the distance and puts herself directly in his grill.*

*Her breath is minty.*

Lindsay Troy (low, snarling): If, and I do mean if, I decide I have something to say to you, partner, you better believe you won't be so damned snarky about it and happy to see me.

*She leans back.*

Lindsay Troy: Now, if you don't mind, I've got a mat-

*There is a commotion from somewhere behind the Queen. Instinctively, Dane pushes her to the side to meet head-on whatever is about to materialize in front of them. To her credit, Lindsay Troy shakes off Dane's "gesture" and turns around herself to face whoever or whatever is coming. It wouldn't be the first time she'd stood beside Dane in a fight, after all.*

"YOU!"

*Enter the World Champion, bellowing and pointing at The Only Star.*

The Big Bifford: I'll have WORDS with you!

*Just like last week, Dane takes a step toward The Big Bifford, and just like last week he is goozled right around the neck by Bifford and his big catcher's mitt hands. The Champ tosses a glance at Lindsay Troy, she throws her hands up in as neutral a fashion as she can muster.*

Lindsay Troy: I'm here for Duce, Big Man.

*Bifford turns his attention back on Dane and then picks him up and throws him over his shoulder. The massive champion marches right out through the curtain to the entrance ramp with The Only Star over his shoulder, much to the approval of the GCWA fans in attendance! He ambles his way down toward the ring with Dane kicking and screaming and pounding on his back with both hands to absolutely zero avail.*

Hood: Hey! What the hell?!

Rockwell: It looks like Eric Dane's ass is about to cash a big check that his mouth has been writing since he arrived here at GCWA!

Hood: Somebody call the police! Call Dick Shooter! CALL SOMEBODY!

*Bifford, strong as an ox and just as mean when he needs to be, climbs the ring steps with Dane over his shoulder and bodily dumps The Only Star over the top rope and into the ring. Bifford follows him in and laughs as Dane scrambles to his feet. The champ gives no quarter, immediately grabbing Dane by the head and throwing him down into a standing head-scissors! The crowd goes bonkers in the interim.*

Rockwell: He's gonna give him The Biff End!

Hood: He can't! That move is OUTLAWED!

*Bifford hams it up for the crowd!*

"DON'T DO IT BIFFORD!"

*The InfernoTron screeches to life with the face of Jonathan Barrows looking down over everyone. He's got the same look on his face as before. Inside the ring, Bifford grabs Dane by the waist and begins to lift.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'm serious! If you do it...

*Bifford gets a squirming Dane up and into position.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'LL HAVE TO STRIP YOU OF THE TITLE!

*The air goes out of the building.*

Rockwell: What did he just say?

Hood: HAHA! THE MASTER PLAN IS UNVEILED!

*Effortlessly Bifford holds Dane upside down, letting the blood rush to his head. Jonathan Barrows pleads with the World Champion.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'll have to strip you, Biff, and I'll have to award the title to the top contender...

The Big Bifford: WHAT?

*He tosses Dane to the side.*

Jonathan Barrows: You heard me. If you perform The Biff End or any variation thereof, and I've got this written in triplicate in my office, then I'll have to strip you and award the title to Eric Dane!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

*Bifford is just about to give Barrows a very large piece of his mind when he collapses down to one knee! The crowd is shocked and disgusted, Barrows shakes his head in disbelief.*

Rockwell: LOW BLOW FROM DANE!

Hood: HE UPPERCUTTED BIFFORD RIGHT IN THE NADS!

*The Only Star smiles, backs off only enough to create some space before charging in at the GCWA Champion and thrusting his vibranium-braced knee right into the side of the champ's head! Bifford's eyes roll back as he topples like a redwood into a giant heap on the mat.*

Rockwell: Somebody call security!

Hood: What? Why?

Rockwell: To keep this from getting out of hand!

Hood: Are you serious? Bifford started it!

*It doesn't matter though, the damage is done. Not one to overstay his welcome (Ha!) The Only Star points at his brain, signifying that he's outsmarted the Champ yet again! He then makes the universally known "title belt" gesture around his waist before pointing at the fallen champ and mouthing a few obscenities in his direction. We head to our final commercial break.*

*We come back to a shot of The Big Bifford pushing his way through the backstage area. His head has a large welt on the side, but he's completely ignoring it, searching around.*

The Big Bifford: WHERE IS HE??

*A couple of stagehands dive for cover at the bellow, as Bifford continues down the hall, stumbling but regaining his balance. He turns and barges into the office there, with Jonathan and Hunter Barrows quickly standing.*

The Big Bifford: WHERE'S DANE?

Hunter Barrows: Look, calm down, Biff! We don't...

*With one arm swing, Hunter gets knocked out of the way, sending him hard into the wall. Bifford almost goes down as well, still feeling the effects of the knee shot he took. But he has his full focus on Jonathan at this point.*

Jonathan Barrows: He's probably left the building, Bifford. He knows he's gotten under your skin, after all.

*Bifford slams a hand down on the desk. Even Jonathan jumps at the hit.*

Jonathan Barrows: You'll get him at High Rollers. Just remember what I told you...

*Bifford angrily turns and leaves, still shouting for Dane. Jonathan looks down at his desk, seeing the Bifford-fist-sized dent that's now there. He sighs.*

Jonathan Barrows: You were right, Hunter. I should have ordered more desks.

*Hunter doesn't respond, as he still looks stunned from the force of Bifford. We go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: I wouldn't want to be Eric Dane right now.

Hood: Why the hell not? The guy is on top of the world, and he's gotten the most dangerous finishing move in the world banned!

Rockwell: He's also pissed off The Big Bifford, which is never a pretty sight. We've still got our main event, so let's go to ringside. Minos, take it away!

GCWA North American Title Open Challenge match
Duce Jones(c) (5-1) vs. Lindsay Troy (0-0)

Minos: It is now time... for our main event of the evening!

*Loud pop from the crowd.*

Minos: Making their way to the ring... standing 6'3" and weighing 195 lbs... from Tampa, Florida... making her debut in the GCWA... here is "The Queen of the Ring" Lindsay Troy!!

*The opening clap-stomp beats of "Watch Me" by The Phantoms hit the speakers as the fans jump to their feet, roaring their approval and waiting for Lindsay Troy to step through the curtain. The Queen of the Ring doesn't keep them in suspense for too long; as soon as the lyrics kick in, she strides out onto the stage to bask in the ovation and the pyro.*

*She makes her way down the aisle, spotlights following her path, and she keeps her eyes focused on the ring. Once at the bottom of the ramp, Troy jumps flat-footed onto the apron and flips herself up and over the top rope. She then ascends a turnbuckle to give the fans a photo op before leaping off and waiting for the match to start.*

Rockwell: Lindsay Troy and Duce Jones have faced off twice in the past. Each has a victory. That makes tonight, as Lindsay said, the rubber match.

Hood: To answer Duce's Open Challenge, Ms. Troy must think she'll have the upper hand tonight.

Rockwell: Wrestling multiple matches with someone allows them to know each other's moves pretty well. That means that the wrestler who can adapt the best gets the victory tonight.

Minos: Her opponent...

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

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

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

Minos: Now coming to the ring... standing 6'0" and weighing in at 215 lbs... from Memphis, Tennessee... here is your current 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. Finally done, he goes through the ropes and removes his hooded vest and championship as he prepares for action.*

Rockwell: For the second week in a row, Duce Jones put the title out into the world, and pulled in a strong opponent to face him.

Hood: Dude should take lessons from guys like Derek Mobley and The Big Bifford. Hell, Mobley went almost 10 years without a defense! That's the way to live!

Rockwell: Mobley didn't defend because the GCWA was closed all that time, Hood, remember?

Hood: True, but the fact remains that he stayed a champion that whole time. More defenses just means more chances to lose your belt!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So can Duce Jones do it again, or will a wrestler with no connection to the GCWA take away a championship?

*Duce and Troy walk towards each other, meeting in the center of the ring. The referee raises the championship high between them, before taking it off to the side. Troy looks more focused on Jones, talking with him. It's too quiet to hear what they're saying to each other, but it's clear it's not just a discussion about the weather. Duce nods his head, before saying one more thing to Troy. She smiles... then unleashes a knife-edge chop, scoring across Duce's chest! Jones takes it, turning away for a second, then comes back with a chop of his own, knocking Troy back. Lindsay doesn't take long to return, however, slashing Duce's chest again, and the two keep exchanging hard hits on each other, as the crowd "Wooo's" along with it.*

Rockwell: Jones & Troy are lighting each other up!

Hood: Duce needs to watch out where his hands are landing!

*Duce gets in a couple of extra chops to take control, then locks up with Troy, driving her back towards the corner. No, Lindsay reverses at the last second, getting Jones in the corner instead. The ref calls for the break, which Troy does, challenging Duce to come forward. He does, with the two exchanging headlocks and leg transfers, putting on a nice chain sequence of maneuvers. Both end up on their feet afterwards, earning a respectful cheer from the audience. They lock up again, this time with Troy trying to whip Duce towards the ropes, only for Jones to reverse it. Troy rebounds, with Duce going for the clothesline, only to have Troy duck under it. She stops and turns, trying for a legsweep, but Duce alertly jumps over it, then grabs at Lindsay, shooting her back into the ropes. As Troy returns, Jones looks to grab her for possibly a spinebuster or powerslam, but Troy counters it, performing a running backflip DDT!! Duce rolls to the outside, stunned, as Troy gets up on one knee, still smiling.*

Rockwell: I think we're going to see a lot of counters and reversals tonight from two seasoned professionals.

Hood: Duce could have avoided all this by just saying someone like Xtreme accepted the challenge.

*Duce takes a second on the outside, trying to pull himself back together. But Lindsay doesn't waste a moment, rebounding off the ropes and charging towards where Jones is, sliding out to catch the champion with a baseball slide flying headscissors, snapping Duce down! Troy is right back to her feet, loving every minute of this. She heads back under the ropes, positioning herself in the ring and watching as Duce struggles back to his feet. Troy then runs to the other side and returns, leaping out with a tope con hilo that lands perfectly on the champion!! Jones is down, as the referee watches from the ring, starting a count. Lindsay isn't concerned, though, as she reaches down, saying something sarcastic to Duce before pulling him back up.*

Rockwell: Lindsay Troy showing the skills that have made her a wrestling superstar!

Hood: Duce is getting schooled right now! You think the rumors are true, that Duce has stretched himself too thin?

Rockwell: The guy wrestled in a fierce championship bout with Lusus last week, and had a Hell In A Cell match earlier this week before competing tonight. I think that would take a toll on any wrestler.

*Troy brings Duce back into the ring, then sets on the ropes, waiting. As Duce gets up, Troy springs up off the ropes and flips over, going for a flying front-flip neckbreaker! But Duce manages to step back and lash out into her rotation, scoring a roundhouse kick! Troy goes down hard, stunned, but struggles to get back up. Jones is there, though, kicking her in the chest, then following up with a spinning backfist and a kick to the leg, before finishing The Juice series with the D-Trigga!! Troy topples over, and Duce drops onto her, going for the cover... 1... and Troy immediately reaches out, grabbing at the nearby ropes. The ref alertly sees it, stopping his count, and Duce slowly sits back onto his knees, taking a second more to recover.*

Rockwell: Duce Jones has got a dangerous arsenal of moves to choose from.

Hood: Has anyone checked to see if Duce has a steel plate in that knee? Because, y'know, if I was him, that's what I would do.

*Lindsay Troy starts to pull herself up, trying to clear her head. Duce is waiting for her, locking her up in a pumphandle position, then twisting the challenger around and down with a pumphandle neckbreaker! The big move flattens Troy on the mat, allowing Duce to drop down on her with a reverse chin lock, working to drain some energy from his opponent. The referee checks, not expecting much, and Troy has no inclination of wanting to tap out. She fights against the hold, slowly working her way to her feet, as Duce tries to hang on. She lands a few elbows to get free, to some cheers from the crowd, then hits the ropes, but as she comes back, Lindsay gets caught by Jones, who quickly snaps her over with a fisherman's suplex! He holds onto the leg as the ref is right there... 1... 2... and Troy kicks free in time.*

Hood: Gotta admire Duce finding the energy to take over this one.

Rockwell: The man has the heart of a warrior.

Hood: He's also got a massive hospital bill to pay off from the last few months. Wonder if he'll be admitted again after this one, just for old time's sake?

*Duce is back on his feet now, watching for Lindsay to start rising up. As soon as Troy is on all fours, Duce rushes in, looking to hit another devastating knee strike. But Troy manages to roll forward, avoiding the strike. Duce turns around as Troy gets up in the corner, trying to pull herself back together quickly. Duce charges in with a running cornered Yakuza kick, but Troy dodges again, leaving Duce to kick the turnbuckle instead! Duce hangs on the turnbuckle, trying to get himself free, but Troy hits him from behind with a couple of forearms to the head. She then lifts Duce, getting him further up the turnbuckle, and follows up with him, landing a few more shots to soften him up before coming off with a Spanish Fly!! Both hit hard, but Jones takes the brunt of the landing, sprawling on the mat. Troy slides on top of him... 1... 2... but Duce is able to kick out in time!*

Rockwell: Troy pulled that move off perfectly!

Hood: Well, close to perfect. Duce still kicked out.

Rockwell: That takes nothing away from such an amazing move! But can she capitalize?

*Lindsay pulls herself up. It's clear the pace of this one is taking its toll on both wrestlers. She grabs at Duce's leg, bending it back into a single leg Boston crab submission. Duce struggles against the hold, quickly dragging himself towards the ropes. Troy does her best to keep him in position, but the weight advantage is too much, as Duce is able to reach out and grab the bottom rope. A little annoyed with how quickly Duce got free, Troy drops the hold and stands up. She goes over to where Jones is pulling himself up, looking to double-underhook his arms. But Duce straightens up, tossing Lindsay overhead! Lindsay lands on her feet on the apron, hanging on, but as she tries to hurry back into the ring, Duce spins and nails her with the Nice To Knee You!! Troy falls forward, still tangled in the ropes, as Duce drops to a knee.*

Rockwell: Both wrestlers are putting themselves through the wringer tonight, not wanting to lose the rubber match!

Hood: I hate that term. Rubber matches. Always makes me think of... tires.

Rockwell: Tires?

Hood: I know what you wanted me to say, Adrian.

*With the referee staying close, keeping an eye out, Duce brings Troy back up out of the ropes, then lifts her in the air for a suplex. He twists it into a neckbreaker, sending her crashing down! Duce doesn't leg her get away from him, though, pulling her up to hit the same move twice more, landing the Eye of the Hurricane!! The move exhausts Duce as well, though, so he's slow in trying for a cover... 1... 2... and Troy gets herself out of the pinning predicament again. Duce takes in some oxygen, breathing heavily, before getting back up once again. He pulls Lindsay closer, thinking about another suplex, but Troy suddenly gets a knee up, doubling him over. Troy then quickly transitions into the Final Judgment (Double underhook front face plant)!! She works to flip Duce over, covering him... 1... 2... and Jones avoids the loss, getting a shoulder up.*

Rockwell: It keeps going back and forth!

Hood: Lindsay Troy didn't come here to make Duce look good. She wants to be the one to take that championship from him!

Rockwell: The GCWA North American Title keeps gaining in prestige with every fight!

*As the champion tries to rise, Lindsay Troy is right there to meet him, locking him into a cobra clutch submission! As Duce fights against the hold, Troy gets a leg under him and performs a legsweep, sending Jones crashing headfirst to the mat! With Duce down, rolling over on his back, Troy gets herself up, almost losing her balance and grabbing at the ropes for support. She stares over at the turnbuckle and starts to head for it, climbing up methodically to the top. The fans are loving it, enjoying the pace of this one. As Troy gets to the top, she gets herself in position, leaping into the air with a shooting star press!! But at the last second, Duce gets his knees up, giving Lindsay a rough landing upon impact!! As Troy drops to the side of Duce, holding her abdomen, the champion reaches out and grabs her, taking her over with a roll up... 1... 2... and Troy manages to get free!*

Rockwell: The fans are biting on every pin. This one could still go either way!

Hood: I predict the final move will be the winning one!

*Both Duce and Lindsay struggle to their feet. This has been a very competitive contest so far, and the wear and tear is showing on both wrestlers. Troy regains her bearings first and lashes out, kicking at Duce. He catches the foot, with Troy immediately hopping around to try for an enziguri. But Duce ducks that strike as well, causing Troy to go flipping over to the mat. As Troy tries to hurriedly get up, Duce grabs her from behind, lifting her up and tossing her with a release German suplex! But Lindsay's agility kicks in, and she lands on her feet, surviving the move. As Duce rises, Troy charges him, hoping to catch him by surprise. But the champion reacts instantly, catching Lindsay with an inverted hip toss, then hits the knee strike otherwise known as Being IntroDUCED!! Troy's down, as Duce crawls onto her for the pinfall... 1... 2... and somehow, Lindsay Troy stays alive!*

Rockwell: You have to admire the tenacity of Lindsay Troy tonight!

Hood: They don't call her the Queen of the Ring for nothing!

*Duce looks pretty stunned that this one isn't over. He slowly makes his way to the ropes, pulling himself up. Troy has rolled onto her stomach, trying to rise up on shaking arms. Duce backs away to the ropes, making his choice. As soon as Troy has gotten up high enough, raising off the mat, Jones steps in, rushing forward for the Krayzed Knee!! But Troy, anticipating the strike, does a diving roll to the side, avoiding the finisher. Duce stumbles, but recovers, turning around and coming back... but Troy's already on her feet, flying in and hitting Duce with the Raynes of Castamere (flying double knee strike)!!! The champ is down on his back, but Troy is still trying to recover, unable to capitalize.*

Rockwell: The championship may be changing hands!

Hood: If Duce wore contact lenses, they'd be gone now for sure! I'm surprised his shoes are still on after that hit!

*Lindsay Troy is finally back up, as she comes over to where Duce is still laying. Rather than attempt a pin, though, Troy rolls Duce over, then starts to lock him into the Key To The Kingdom submission!! Duce struggles feebly, even as Troy starts to twist him around... and then she stops, as "The One You Love To Hate" by Rob Halford begins to play! She stands up, looking towards the entrance, wondering what's going to happen now, even as Eric Dane's entrance video runs on the InfernoTron.*

Rockwell: What's HE doing back?

Hood: I guess Eric Dane had something more to say! Remember, Bifford interrupted him earlier!

Rockwell: He'd better be careful, or Bifford will interrupt him again!

*The music continues to play, but the stage remains empty. Troy doesn't look pleased, saying something to the referee. She then starts to head back over to Duce.*

Rockwell: So where is he?

Hood: Maybe we had a computer malfunction?

*Troy, still ticked off, pulls up Duce, getting behind him to lock in the crossface chickenwing once again. But Duce, suddenly coming to his senses, reverses out of it, picking Troy up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry before dropping her with the Final Tic 2.0 (single knee facebreaker)!! Troy is knocked senseless, but Duce grabs at her, not letting her fall down. Instead, he drags Troy in closer, holding onto her arms and smashing her with a ripcord headbutt, followed by a vicious knee strike known as the Duce of Clubs!!! Troy crumples to the ground, as a badly winded Duce falls on top of her. The referee quickly slides into position... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... and STILL GCWA North American Champion... Duce Jones!!

Rockwell: Duce Jones retains one more time!

Hood: Only because of our shoddy technicians playing a video when they shouldn't have!

Rockwell: Or Eric Dane set his old partner up, Hood!

Hood: But didn't Dane leave the building?

Rockwell: Who knows? I just find it hard to believe that video got played by accident!

Hood: Maybe Duce did it! Ever think of that? Actually, it's pretty brilliant... I don't know if I'd give Duce that much credit...

Rockwell: No matter what, this was a hell of a contest, and you can bet Lindsay Troy will be invited back if she ever wants to join us here in the GCWA again!

*Exhausted, drenched in sweat, but victorious, Duce Jones is about to leave the ring and make his way backstage with his belt in his hands...*

*That's when "Way of The Fist" by Five Finger Death Punch kicks up, and the fans get frenzied. Duce has been putting out bait, and he just attracted a killer whale to his ship.*

Rockwell: Ladies and gentlemen, this could get out of control. Tony Savage is marching down to the ring, and he's brought an entourage.

Hood: Duce has been baiting, and beating some impressive beasts across the world since winning that strap. He's one of the premiere stars in the sport. But Tony's built a Godzilla resume over the years.

*Duce rears up, ready for a problem to start as Tony's helpers move in. One of them is carrying a table, another a metal case. Tony raises his hand to Duce, calmly shaking his head.*

Tony Savage: Easy, champ. I ain't like most of these bitches in the back. I don't poach a motherfucker after they've put in work. That's against the Big Game Hunter Code. Real killers hunt their quarry when they're fresh and ready.

*As one assistant sets up the table in the middle of the ring, the other toadie offers Duce a bottle of water and a towel. Duce hesitates for a minute, then accepts the offer and nods at Tony respectfully. Tony enters the ring and returns the gesture.*

Tony Savage: See that, GCWA faithful? This motherfucker here rolls like a pro. You don't know how refreshing that shit is, considering the average wrestler is a soft mouthed little coward not willing to conduct themselves right. Been following you, Jones. Both in this ring, and your other hunting grounds. Yeah, I think you're ready for the big money round now.

*It takes a couple of moments for the crew to set up, but when they leave, the camera zooms in to a contract lying on the table. Tony produces two pocket knives from his suitjacket and lays them on the furniture.*

Tony Savage: Seven years and a wall fulla accolades, you start recognizing prime cuts from tripe. It becomes second nature. And in all my years in this game, I've seen a lot of sons of bitches claim they're what they say they are, but they don't nut up. But you, you've been putting it on the line each and every single week. I respect that. Moves like that turn players into kings. But...

You haven't had a true test of your metal. I'm changing that.

*Tony lays down the case and opens it up. Inside, are stacks of cash, and a watch case with the iconic Rolex logo on it. He opens the case, and displays it for all to see.*

Rockwell: Wow, that is...wow!

Hood: Now THAT is a timepiece. Makes your Apple Watch look like a piece of junk, Rocky.

Tony Savage: When you've built a rep like mine, people invest in your future. Very important people. The types that only deal with big time people themselves. My fight team, Savage Solutions, is blessed by their sponsorship. And they want to see if you're worth their time, too. So am I.

*Savage holds up the watch.*

Tony Savage: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the new 2020 model Rolex Daytona CSE Imperial timepiece. They haven't even released this shit yet. 24kt pure gold frame, 5 karats of the highest quality diamonds available in the market, and another $25k worth of emeralds and rubies. Only 10 of these will ever be released. All hand made craftsmanship. Retail value:$250,000 I own one of them...*flashes his wrist*...and if you prove game, you can too!

Hood: $250k for that thing? Jesus, does it shoot lasers out of the lens or something? That is an INSANE amount for a watch!

Tony Savage: On top of that, another $250k in cash! Prize package total...HALF A MILLION DOLLARS!

*The oohs and awws from the crowd are deafening. Ever Duce nods his head, impressed.*

Tony Savage: All yours, if you beat me to retain that strap at High Rollers. Plus, following Inferno, I will personally present this to you, and proclaim to the world on that day, you beat one of the best in the business. But, there's a caveat to that. If I win, I get your belt, and your services.

Savage Solutions Combat Systems, my fight team, is scouring the Earth for top shelf fighters. MMA, Boxing, Wrestling. We're recruiting the best. You don't do the job, and considering it's me you're fucking with now, that's a morbidly real possibility, you rep my squad. Big money round, Jonesy. It's Final Jeopardy time. You name the match time, I'll be there with bells on to rip that strap off your soon to be busted up ass!

*Both Tony and Duce are staring lasers at each other, and the Dallas fans are in a frenzy. Tony slowly reaches for one of the knives, and opens the blade.*

Tony Savage: The moves that turn players into kings. You do what noone else is willing or able to do, to get the job done. Me, I'm so confident I'ma snatch your fucking chain, I'm willing to put it all on the line....

Even if it takes every drop of blood in my veins.

*Tony takes the knife, and cuts his thumb open! With his eyes never turning away from the champ, he stamps his thumb on the contract, and a bright, crimson thumbprint serves as his signature on the paper.*

Tony Savage: There's my chips, Jones. All in. Let's see if you're willing to push in all of your chips.

*Tony shoves the other knife across the table, and waits for Duce to make his move.*

*Duce takes a moment to consider the offer that Savage has just laid on the line. Taking the bottle of water, he places it on the table next to the Rolex and uses the towel to wipe the sweat from his face. The reactions from the crowd are mixed as some tell him to accept the deal while others tell him to deny it. Duce then reaches out for the microphone which Tony gladly hands to him. During the time that Tony was talking, Jones was able to catch his breath as he throws the towel over his shoulder. He then brings the mic up to his lips.*

Duce Jones: I appreciate the bottled water but I'm gonna have ta politely decline.. It's nothin' personal but if it ain't from a faucet, I gotta toss it..

*Duce laughs at his own corny joke.*

Duce Jones: But.. in all seriousness.. I can respect a muh'fucka like you.. See not only do you want a shot at tha Kang'a Nawf America.. You come bearing gifts.

*Taking a moment to use the towel to wipe is face again, Duce shoves his hair out of his face as he reaches for the watch and begins to inspect it, seemingly impressed.*

Duce Jones: Dat's a nice ass watch.. But Tony.. I'm not a timekeeping type'a person, I kinda just live in tha moment, so it ain't really no need fo' a watch.

*Tony seems confused but Duce quickly keeps speaking.*

Duce Jones: Howeva'... dat bread do sound nice as fuck. Y'kno' what I can do wit dat kinda skrilla? I could buy a field'a pot fo' startas.. Just grow dat shit wheneva' I feel like it.. But we can chop it up about dat layta.. As far as yo' deal goes..

*Duce picks up the knife and inspects it, then looks warily over at Tony who encourages him to do it.*

Duce Jones: Ya come out here, ya talk yo' shit an' ya dangle constellation prizes in my face. Dat shit I'm not really concerned wit.. It's tha fact dat ya wanna have me come work fo' you as ya own personal neanderthal. I'm not cool wit no shit like dat, tha Savage Solution Combat deal could've just as easily wit a contract if they wanted ta sponsa' me.

*He pauses and smiles at Tony as his platinum plated teeth sparkle bright off of the lights.*

Duce Jones: You didn't even have ta add all dat bullshit in there but I'm not gonna lie, you have me intrigued. How long ya been in GCDubyaA, what about a week? An' here you are.. right now offerin' propositions an' cuttin' ya hand in some ritualistic type bullshit. Thank you but no thank you..

*Duce tosses the knife back on the table and heads for the ropes with the North American title over his shoulders. He goes to go through the ropes but the conflicted reaction from the fans causes him to stop.*

Duce Jones: Aight, lemme get dis right.. You wanna shot at dis here Nawf American strap but if I lose you get my belt an' I gotta work fo' you. But if I win, I get dat there, rollie an' 250 bands?

*He moves back towards the table and grabs the knife and slices his right hand, stamping it done on the contract.*

Duce Jones: Aight, bet.. Cuh one thang about me is dat I ain't got no bitch in my blood. I'll take you on at High Rollas fo' MY strap.. An' I thank I caught somethin' from ya sayin' dat I can pick tha match.. Well ya look like tha kinda guy who likes ta have fun..So how bout I propose dis, cuh it'll be ova my dead OR unconscious body befo' you take my belt.. Or my services, so it's only fittin' dat we make dis an Unsanctioned Match. Cuh I don't want Jonny or Hunta' ta have ta be responsible fo' tha brutality dat I'm gonna inflict on ya. Besides.. I hear dat you're a trained killa.. Well don't you thank dat it's about time ta put those skills ta use? Novemba' 10th, I'll see you in Vegas an' I'm pretty sho dat everybody gonna be bettin' on Duce..*

*Duce places the mic on the table and heads for the ropes, exiting the ring and heading for the back.*

*As he walks away, the Champion looks back at the challenger. Tony's fangs are bared, and his eyes are hungry.*

Tony Savage: I love it, motherfucker. I like this game already.

*Duce flashes that same grin back. The crowd is rabid.*

Rockwell: You saw it here, ladies and gentlemen. They signed it in blood. This could be the match of the night, and a total slaughterhouse!

Hood: We better have some more EMT crews on stand by in the parking lot for this one. And some more of that purple stuff Pete uses to clean the place. It will get messy!

*The fans definitely seem excited, with a split chant of "Tony Savage/Let's Go Duce!" ringing out throughout the arena. Savage is still in the ring, bouncing from heel to heel, appearing ready to fight right now. Duce Jones stops on the stage, turning back to the audience and raising up his North American Championship to the crowd one more time as the crowd cheers.*

Rockwell: Our card for High Rollers looks complete! It's going to be a hell of a...

*Suddenly, the lights go out, causing some loud screams and cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, the lights come on. Tony Savage is still in the ring, looking left and right as if anticipating an assault. Duce is similarly looking prepared on the stage. He slowly turns to his right... to see Mike Zybala standing there!*

Rockwell: It's Zybala!!

Hood: What the hell? First he appears in front of TIO, and now this??

*Duce, taking a step back, stares at Zybala, who simply nods with a smile towards the champion. The lights then go out again... and when they return, Zybala is gone.*

Hood: ... Seriously, what the hell, man??

Rockwell: Zybala again makes a mysteriously brief appearance!

Hood: Or... I mean... has anyone checked? Is Zybala still alive?

Rockwell: It's not his ghost, Hood.

Hood: How do you know??

Rockwell: Another strange mystery, but we're out of time! Good night, everyone, we'll see you at High Rollers!!

*The crowd is still buzzing from what just happened. Duce, used to strange occurrences, shrugs and raises the title once more before departing. We slowly fade out.*

OOC: It was a bit of a bumpy ride, but we still made it on time! Another Inferno in the books, and we're ready for our second Pay-Per-View of the New Era! Looking forward to some amazing roleplaying, and to see who makes it out with the belts! Good luck to all!

GCWA Presents - High Rollers

LIVE! Sunday, November 10th, 2019

From the MGM Grand Garden Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada

Opener

Adi Gold vs. "Mad Dog" Mark Wright vs. Lusus, GCWA North American Title #1 Contenders Triple Threat match

Mid-Card

Crash Rodriguez & Jace Savage(c) vs. Bob Grenier & Chad Vargas, GCWA World Tag-Team Titles match

Crazy Chris(c) vs. Dylan Thomas, GCWA Unified X Division Title match

Duce Jones(c) vs. Tony Savage, GCWA North American Title Unsanctioned match
Ed Houston vs. The Incredible One, Three Stages of Hell match

Main Event

The Big Bifford(c) vs. Eric Dane, GCWA World Heavyweight Title match
The Biff End has been banned

Roleplaying will be from Friday, November 1st to Thursday, November 7th, giving you 7 days to post your roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count. Don't forget, this is a PPV, which means that every match has a two-roleplay limit instead of one.

Good luck to all!