Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*It's always strange how quick it feels, getting to the first Inferno after a pay-per-view. And yet, at the same time, it feels like it's been forever, as you can't wait to find out what takes place after such a monumental event! So you settle into your favorite chair, you tune in with your favorite remote, and it's time to check out Friday Night Inferno! The screen finishes up a quick commercial about lawn darts before the screen goes black, and you feel your anticipation hit new heights.*

*The banner of the GCWA is shown briefly, before we go back to the darkness. The usual female voice we've been hearing the last few weeks starts off.*

Voice: At High Rollers, the landscape for the GCWA once again changed, as many wrestlers found news ways to excel.

*Clips begin to fly towards the screen from different angles, showing us some of the biggest moments from GCWA High Rollers. We see Sunny Jim laying out Johnathan Jacob Morrison, followed by "Mad Dog" Mark Wright hitting Lusus with the Wright Way. Mad Dog then goes up top, leaping off with Go Mad to get the victory.*

Rockwell: Mad Dog pulls out the thrilling victory, pinning the monster, Lusus!

*The next cut shows the furious match between Bob Grenier & Chad Vargas and Crash Rodriguez & Jace "The Reaper" Savage. The clips show a lot of the top action, including the Tower of Doom, Jace biting Grenier with The Embrace, and Vargas hitting Jace with the Knoxville Knuckle Fuck. Vargas then ends things with the Stroke on Rodriguez, winning away the Tag-Team Titles from himself and his partner.!*

Rockwell: Our first title change of the night!

Hood: I thought Jace had it when he took out Grenier, but Vargas is just too skilled.

Rockwell: You mean too good with foreign objects!

*The image shifts to Zybala appearing in the ring, making his challenge towards the GCWA North American Champion. He then announces the return of a very (in)famous company.*

Zybala: After talking with the powers that be. I am proud to announce that Outsider's will now be working with GCWA!

*Next up is Crazy Chris defending his GCWA Unified X Division Title against "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas. The incredible action starts right from the beginning, with Crazy Chris getting a running dropkick. It just goes up from there, with Lissanrdra's influence being a major part of it. Lissandra managed to distract the ref at the end, allowing The Incredible One to surprise the champion and push him off the top rope.*

Rockwell: Where'd TIO come from??

Hood: He's Incredible, he can come from anywhere!

*Thomas then took advantage, landing the Mind Your Head, Bitch! With Crazy Chris down, Thomas made the pinfall, becoming the second new champion of the night.*

Hood: Perfection achieved! Incredible!

Rockwell: What a horrible way for this match to end! The Incredible One completely cost Crazy Chris the championship!

*We next see GCWA North American Champion Duce Jones and the #1 contender, Tony Savage, going at it in an Unsanctioned match. The images quickly go black and white, as this match was too insane for ordinary television. The weaponry quickly becomes the story of the contest. The barbed wire ropes, the military baton, and the cart full of weapons are all shown. Images of Duce Jones getting spinebustered through a pane of glass make it look even more brutal.*

Hood: Holy shit!

Rockwell: Ref, get over there, see if this one needs to be stopped!

Hood: Can you stop an unsanctioned match? I'd say the ref has to let this go until someone wins!

*Thumbtacks are seen strewn across the mat, with both Savage and Duce taking drops into the piles! We then see Duce delivering the sit-out piledriver on Savage through a light tube tower! We end with the explosive boards brought out, and the fight around them, ending with Duce flipping Savage onto the boards, causing a massive explosion! It all ends with the Duce of Clubs, and Duce retaining the championship in one of the most thrilling matches in GCWA history.*

Rockwell: We just witnessed one of the greatest matches I've ever seen...

Hood: A FUCKING BOMB just exploded in front of us!!

*As the ring is worked on, we see Jonathan & Hunter Barrows on the stage, talking about Darkness Falls coming in December 2019. They're interrupted by the return of The Accelerator, who comes in along with his daughter, Deana Barrows. She and Jonathan have a confrontation, about her getting Ace released from a medical facility.*

Deana Barrows: I saw what this business did to our family, and I planned to stay away. Until I heard about what you were going to do to our father. That's when I scheduled a time to meet with him. And that's when... he sold me his stake in the company.

The Accelerator: I have no intention of coming back to work full-time. That's why I sold to Deana. And I believe that means that Deana, here, actually has the majority of the company at this point.

Jonathan Barrows: You're wrong about that, father. We've used up some favors over the last month... got some more stocks issues, and bought them up as well. The company's been doing very well, you understand.

Hunter Barrows: Right, we're right around 50%, even without your stocks!

Deana Barrows: I guess we'll have to let the courts decide who has more...

The Accelerator: Until then, though, I guess you guys will be working together. One big... happy... family...

*We jump to Ed Houston vs. The Incredible One Three Stages of Hell match. The most shocking moment of the night comes when Houston surprises TIO with a Gannosuke Clutch cradle off the bat to win the first fall. This led to Dylan Thomas joining TIO in the No Disqualification second fall, beating down Houston, only to have Crazy Chris run down to even the playing field. In the end, Houston lands Houston, We Have A Problem, followed by Blastoff to get the decisive 2-0 victory.*

Rockwell: A clean sweep from Ed Houston, as he wins 2-0! No third fall needed!

Hood: I would never have predicted this in a million years!

*The main event screen is then shown, followed by Eric Dane and The Big Bifford making their way to the ring. We see Dane's early low blow, and continuous attempts at using his vibranium-laced knee pad to take Bifford out. The champion kept coming back, despite his injuries, even after the referee was taken out. We see Bifford going for the banned Biff End, only to have Jonathan Barrows stop him.*

Jonathan Barrows: Don't Do It, Bifford!!

*Dane takes advantage of the distraction once again, nearly putting Bifford away, but with Deana Barrows watching from the stage, Bifford makes his comeback, eventually getting a powerslam off the turnbuckle. A reluctant Jonathan made the count, giving Bifford the successful title defense. Afterwards, as Jonathan talked to Bifford about the victory, Bifford then attacked, giving Jonathan the banned Biff End!!*

Hood: But even if the match is over, that move is still banned!!!

Rockwell: Take it up with Bifford!

Hood: Get Hunter out here!! Strip Bifford of the championship!!! Right now!!!

*The last image is of Bifford departing, leaving the unconscious Jonathan Barrows in the ring.*

Voice: Everyone in the wrestling business knows... actions have consequences...

*The woman speaking suddenly steps out of the shadows. It's Deana Barrows.*

Deana Barrows: And tonight... those consequences become real. Welcome to the New Era.

*She smiles at the camera, a smile that reveals nothing about the thoughts behind it. 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 energy coming from the audience in attendance flows throughout the arena, as they're extremely pumped up for a post-PPV show! We focus in on Hood and Rockwell, who are waiting nearby their announce table.*

Rockwell: Welcome to Friday Night Inferno!! It's been a crazy week as we deal with everything that happened at GCWA High Rollers! We have new tag-team champions, a new X Division champion...

Hood: And likely a new Heavyweight Champion, here tonight!

Rockwell: We don't know that for sure, Hood! The Big Bifford successfully retained his championship over Eric Dane, after all.

Hood: That doesn't matter, Adrian! He used the banned Biff End on our co-owner! He must be stripped tonight!

Rockwell: We'll surely get a decision on that later on tonight. We've also got some great wrestlers in action tonight, including the debut of Zybala...

Hood: A ghost shouldn't be able to wrestle! How can you possibly pin him?

Rockwell: As well as Tony Savage and Duce Jones facing off against members of Wrath of the Storm!

Hood: Neither one of them should be wrestling, either, considering they both nearly died last Sunday...

Rockwell: This is one of those rare times when I agree with you, Hood. But they're set to compete here tonight! And in our main event, Jack Puffer and Xtreme once again face off, being 1-1 against each other over the last month. Who will win the rubber match?

Hood: Seriously? That's our main event? I thought that was a joke...

Rockwell: We don't joke about grudge matches, Hood.

Hood: Okay, post-PPV matches, I get it...

Rockwell: It should be a good night, folks!

*The camera switches away from ringside, taking us backstage. Hunter Barrows is seen walking through the hallway, occasionally saying something to people who get in their path.*

Hunter Barrows: Excuse me! Coming through! Make a hole! Everyone stand aside!

*The crowd obediently parts, making room, as Hunter leads the way for his brother, Jonathan. He's moving very gingerly still, with a neck brace wrapped around his throat. He doesn't look very pleased at all at the circumstances. Hunter continues to clear the path, as we head towards the office doorway that the co-owners use. One roadie doesn't get quickly out of the way, and his elbow accidentally bumps Jonathan. The co-owner winces and sucks in air through his teeth, feeling the pain. He looks back at the roadie.*

Jonathan Barrows: You're... fired...

*The roadie, looking shocked, raises his arms towards Hunter, who shakes his head, having tried to warn him (and everyone else). They continue on, finally reaching the doorway. It's wide open, which seems to surprise both brothers. Hunter goes in first, and stops short, with Jonathan having to stop behind him (wincing again). The camera moves to see inside, and clearly there's been some reconstruction. There are now three desks once again, with one in the center, and the other two moved on either side. Seated at the main desk is Deana Barrows, the sister of Jonathan & Hunter, the daughter of the Accelerator, and the new co-owner of the company. She smiles at them both.*

Deana Barrows: I was wondering when you two were going to get here.

Jonathan Barrows: What's... going...

Hunter Barrows: Jonathan wants to know what the hell is going on, sis!

*Deana gets up, walking over. She puts a hand carefully on Jonathan's shoulder, causing him to flinch, but she doesn't clamp down.*

Deana Barrows: I'm so sorry what happened to you, Jonathan. I never expected things to end that way with the champion.

*Jonathan doesn't seem persuaded by her sympathy. But his eyes do light up when she turns and motions to one of the desks.*

Deana Barrows: I hope you don't mind, but I spent a little extra to get you a more comfortable chair for your neck and back.

*Jonathan slowly makes his way over, with Hunter moving to pull the chair out. Jonathan nods to him, and then carefully, carefully sits down... immediately sighing in relief at the comfort. Deana smiles at him, then looks over at Hunter.*

Deana Barrows: So, I have a few ideas to discuss for the future of the GCWA. First, I thought we could discuss what to do about the World Title...

Hunter Barrows: Hold on, Deana. Just because you got Jonathan a comfy chair, that doesn't mean you can just take over here. We've been running this company just fine for the last few months!

*Jonathan doesn't say anything, as the chair he's sitting in starts a massage. He definitely seems distracted.*

Deana Barrows: You boys know you have more of a pulse on the wrestling world than I do. I don't expect to be making all the decisions. But I do expect we'll be working together, as Dad wanted... as a family.

Hunter Barrows: Considering how you got in here, you aren't exactly easy to believe, sis...

Deana Barrows: Maybe not... but I'm here now, and I don't plan on taking a back seat to my loving brothers... especially with what you tried to pull with Dad...

*Jonathan clears his throat, finally coming forward in the chair.*

Jonathan Barrows: All I want... to discuss right now... is the World Title... and The Big Bifford...

Deana Barrows: I understand. Then let's do that.

*Deana goes for her chair, showing that it's just as fancy as the one Jonathan has. Hunter steps over to his desk... and sees a folding chair. He glares at it, annoyed, but takes it and goes to join in, as we go back to ringside.*

Hood: It's not looking good for the champ!

Rockwell: I still don't know if legally they can do anything to The Big Bifford. He's one of those with an iron-clad contract, courtesy of The Accelerator.

Hood: If anyone can find a loophole, it's the Barrows brothers... and sister...

Rockwell: Hopefully we'll get more news on this as the show continues. For now, it's time to get started!

Singles Match
Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (6-18-1) vs. Mike Zybala (0-0)

Minos: Our opening contest... is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Dallas, Texas... here is Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn!!

*The fans start cheering, always loving the underdog, as "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor begins to play. Peter Vaughn 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 has been back on a losing streak following getting some large upsets. We'll see if tonight changes anything for The Janitor.

Hood: If I was him, I would just jump back to Outsiders and make the most of it. He hasn't found a way to get momentum in the GCWA.

Rockwell: While true, considering he has wins over men like The Lost Soul, The Incredible One, and Matt Meyhu, you can never count him out.

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Buffalo, New York... here is the owner of Outsiders Championship Wrestling... Mike Zybala!!

*"Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. plays, and the fans give a warm welcome to Mike Zybala. He doesn't appear on the stage, though, as people start to murmur to each other.*

Hood: Wait... where is he?

*Suddenly, the lights go out in the arena, earning some excited screams. When the lights come back up, Zybala is standing in the ring, smiling.*

Hood: GHOST!!

Rockwell: Calm down, Hood!

Hood: How does this not terrify you?!?!

Rockwell: Because I'm a rational human being... and you're not.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Let's see what Zybala can do in the ring!

Hood: If Vaughn beats him, we'll never hear the end of it...

*Zybala comes forward, talking with Vaughn, who seems to be unsure about this contest. He seems to be asking Zybala what he should do, confusing the wrestler. Vaughn turns to the referee, asking him about it as well, with the referee, having no say in the matter, simply shrugging. The discussion between Vaughn and Zybala continues, with Vaughn apparently making a decision. He drops to his back on the mat, closing his eyes, and waiting. The audience is booing now, not happy with this result. Zybala looks at the referee, then down at The Janitor, shaking his head.*

Rockwell: Vaughn is trying to throw the match!

Hood: Hey, there could be an Outsiders Championship match on the way, I can't blame him!

Rockwell: I don't think that's what Zybala wants, though, Hood.

*Zybala is standing over Vaughn now, signalling for him to get up. Vaughn's eyes are still shut, though, so Zybala has to reach down and pull the wrestler up, getting him back to his feet. Vaughn tries to drop again, but Zybala stops him, and then starts talking to him. He doesn't appear to want to be handed such a win, and he starts bringing up all the wrestlers that Vaughn has defeated. Vaughn stands a little straighter as Zybala stokes his ego, giving the wrestler his props. Vaughn finally nods, understanding where Zybala is coming from.*

Rockwell: Zybala isn't looking for the easy victory. He wants to compete against the man who defeated TIO & Matt Meyhu!

Hood: Those were flukes! And mistakes! And fake news!

*The fans give a cheer that the match isn't just going to end on such a moment. That's not what they paid good money for, after all. Vaughn extends his hand, and Zybala immediately shakes it, with the two men showing respect for each other. Vaughn, now smiling, thanks Zybala for the moment, and Zybala nods to him. As soon as the handshake is released, however, Zybala steps in, nailing Vaughn with the superkick!!! The Janitor collapses backwards, out cold, as the referee jumps back in shock. The crowd pops, stunned by what just happened.*

Hood: SUPERKICK!!!

Rockwell: Just when Vaughn and Zybala seemed to be on the same page, Zybala takes The Janitor out!

Hood: Never trust a ghost!!

*Zybala doesn't seem too disturbed from what just happened. He is smiling as he pulls the barely conscious Peter Vaughn off the mat, right in front of the still-shocked referee. He picks Vaughn up on his shoulders, able to hold him up long enough to snap him back down with the Sound of Silence (Reverse GTS)!! Vaughn is completely out now, not moving an inch, as Zybala slowly brings himself over to him. He covers The Janitor, holding his shoulders down, as the referee shakes his head and drops down next to them... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Mike Zybala!!

Rockwell: Zybala starts off with a victory!

Hood: I don't know how he remained solid enough to do the pin... was he just hovering over him? Wait, did he possess Vaughn?? Is that what happened here??

Rockwell: ...

Hood: We need to know these things! Someone call the Ghost Hunters!

*Zybala is back on his feet now, looking at the downed Janitor. He shrugs his shoulders. A second later, the lights go out again. When they come back up, Zybala is gone, leaving Peter Vaughn out in the ring.*

*We cut backstage where GCWA lead interviewer, Jones is standing in front of a Friday Night Inferno backdrop. Standing next to him is current GCWA North American Champion, Duce Jones. Dressed to compete later on tonight, he's decked out in black on black attire. However his exposed neck and right arm can be seen riddled with stitches, scabs and scars.. However, Jones appears to be quite chipper about being standing along with the head correspondent.*

Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time.. GCWA North American Champion, Duce Jones!

*There's a decent reaction from the Texas fans inside of the arena for the champ as he nods with a smile at the camera.*

Jones: Duce.. For someone who was involved in a very violent, very brutal Unsanctioned Match against Tony Savage a mere five days ago. But you stand here smiling, knowing that later on you have to compete?

Duce Jones: Well, cuz.. I thought you would kno' outta all people.. Or at least caught it on Twitta' but it's my b-day! An' ya kno' what day means cousin?

*Jones shakes his head in denial as Duce continues.*

Duce Jones: Today is a special day fa me ta go out there an' beat some ass! Ya see, today is a day where y'all see what a real fightin' champ looks like...

*The two are suddenly interrupted by none other than Mike Zybala who casually strolls up, he looks at Jones then to Duce before taking a long look at the GCWA North American Championship that rests on his shoulder. With a confident smirk, he casually walks out of the frame as Duce and Jones watches him exit. *

Jones: It seems that you've made that title very popular..

Duce Jones: Well, I mean afta' I go through Lightnin' tonight an' hopefully Mad Dog next week.. He's mo' than welcomed t'see if he got mo' Juice than Duce..

*Duce turns to leave but instantly turns back to Jones.*

Duce Jones: Did you get tha invite fa next family reunion?

*Jones rolls his eyes.*

Duce Jones: Damn cuz, ya didn't? Aight, I'ma make sho ya get one personally..

*Patting him on the shoulder, Duce turns to the camera and smiles once more, the scars on his neck, now a bit more clear. With a nod, he heads off as we fade out to commercial.*

FROM EXECUTIVE PRODUCER TONY SAVAGE, WHO WILL LITERALLY DO ANYTHING TO PREVENT #NONUTNOVEMBER FROM COMING TO FRUITION!

Yup! Knew it, pervs. You caught a peep of this and you're already intrigued. Now that you've been caught in my trap thanks to using Twitter yank bait eye candy like a lot of those skanks deploy to get attention on social media, I have an important announcement to make.

My name is Dr. Cassandra Baker-Savage, college professor, wife to Tony "He better buy me that new kitchen counter-top, or else, the only thing I'll wear around him are my grubbiest sweats" Savage, and greedy, smarmy bitch who looks to score an extra paycheck and drive my love up a fucking wall because I will become more over than he will with this project.

Join me every week after Inferno and PPV's for "Cass Effect", a new show that brings you...

*points at the camera* Yes...YOU...The ones right now with one hand down your pants, and the other on your keyboard trying to now Google pics of me to add to your wank-bank savings account...

Intelligent, in-depth, and delightfully stereotypical snarky British banter infused stories about Global Championship Wrestling, and the Lycra and face paint wearing monkeys who pummel the bloody Christ out of each other because no decent chicken and chips shop would in their right mind even CONSIDER giving some of these cunts a fucking job application.

We'll have...

Rumors.
Interviews.
Behind the Scenes with members of the GCWA crew.
More scenes of me wearing ridiculously skimpy attire because wrestling fans are horny dorks with the attention span of a hummingbird with a crippling crystal meth addiction.
Gratuitous shilling of products.

All brought to you every week by a ridiculously gorgeous girl from Chelsea who wants to be part of wrestling, but doesn't want to be bothered with all that heavy lifting or cutting a promo that makes me sound like a lunatic that sat in a tool shed sniffing toxic chemicals...

Kind of like Adi Gold, except I have the spine to admit I don't want to wreck my looks or cognitive abilities getting bashed in the head with IKEA furniture wielded by a steroid monster with a G.E.D.

So, tune in every Friday and Sunday after the show for a little touch of British Cass.

And remember, GCWA faithful: Mike Zybala is a world class wanker with a bad haircut, hiding the shame he actually bought a Nathan Peterman jersey at full retail price! Dumbass! *winks*

THE CASS EFFECT. EVERY FRIDAY AFTER INFERNO, AND SUNDAYS AFTER GCWA PPV'S. BROUGHT TO YOU BY YOUR FRIENDS AT GLOBAL CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING ASSOCIATION.

BECAUSE WE'LL TRY ANYTHING TO SCORE A LITTLE EXTRA ADVERTISING BREAD!

Director: And cut!

About bloody time. *adjusting her swimsuit* That'll teach me to wear a bikini during a damned cold snap. I have nipples now that will cut through double pane window glass!

*We return to live television. Hood has a large grin on his face from what was just shown.*

Hood: That's going to be my kind of show!

Rockwell: For the information, I assume?

Hood: Well, yeah, that too.

Rockwell: Well, before we get the Cass Effect, we get to see Tony Savage himself in action! Let's go to the ring!

Singles Match
Tony Savage (2-1) vs. Thunder (0-3)

Minos: The next match... is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... entering the arena... standing 6'3" and weighing 220 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... with his tag-team partner, Lightning... here is Thunder!!

* "Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder appears on the entryway, letting out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. Lightning stands next to him, smiling. They strike a few poses before making their way to the ring.*

Rockwell: Thunder and Lightning have a bet going tonight, where the wrestler who lasts the longest gets a steak dinner.

Hood: Hey, if you can't expect to win, you might as well get something out of this other than a meager payday.

Rockwell: It remains to be seen, though, if Savage and Jones take offense to this bet.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 231 lbs... from Atlanta, Georgia... fresh off a legendary match at High Rollers... 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.*

Rockwell: Tony Savage has to be feeling a lot of soreness still from that brutal match with Duce Jones last Sunday.

Hood: Normal guys like you, and even me, would still be in the hospital. But he's out here to compete!

Rockwell: Of course, it also led to a, well, slightly unique promo this week from Savage.

Hood: I normally don't care about the 'help' who run the cameras. This week... yeah, I felt pretty sorry for Kenny. Dude really shouldn't have woken up Savage's wife.

Rockwell: Hopefully that's the first AND last time we see Tony Savage pulling a promo on the porcelain throne.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Let's find out how long Thunder can last!

Hood: The over/under is about a minute.

*Savage slowly moves forward, his motions the one of someone who's still healing from the effects of a car accident. Essentially, that's what the Unsanctioned match turned out to be. Thunder, seeing his slow movements, grins and walks forward, feeling confident. He takes a deep breath and lets loose with his Thunder Roar, right into Savage's face!! Savage actually takes a step back, the first time we've seen this move have a substantial effect. But it's more because Savage appears to think Thunder's breath is a little bit ripe, waving his hand in front of his nose. Thunder, looking insulted, tests his breath, and winces. As Thunder's distracted, Savage suddenly turns and runs to the ropes, coming back quickly and lashing out with One Shot, One Kill!!! Thunder, taken completely off-guard, tumbles to the mat, hitting hard and flopping over backwards from the impact.*

Hood: Looks like it's the under!

Rockwell: What a punch from Savage!! Thunder will need to be shocked to get his pulse back under control after a hit like that!

*With Thunder seemingly out, this one could be over. But Savage isn't through yet, apparently wanting something more from the low-card jobber. As Lightning watches a bit anxiously from outside the ring, Savage drops to the mat and pulls Thunder in, twisting and locking him into the Choke Artist (Peruvian Necktie) submission hold!!! He applies the pressure, keeping the hold locked on, as Thunder squirms slightly, before then falling silent again. The referee quickly checks the arm, making sure, before signalling for the bell, ending this contest.*

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

Rockwell: Utter destruction from Tony Savage, showing how serious a threat this man is, even when hurt!

Hood: I'd almost say he's more dangerous when injured. Guy's an animal!

Rockwell: Well, we'll see if Lightning fares any better here in just a few minutes!

*Lightning is shown still outside the ring. He wants to come in and check on his partner, but obviously he wants nothing to do with Tony Savage at the moment. Fortunately for Thunder, Savage appears to be through with him, kicking him aside before leaving the ring and heading to the back. We cut away.*

*We are now in the back, where the NEW GCWA Tag team champions sit in a backstage hallway. Once the fans get a glimpse of them, the crowd roars. Not because they are well liked, but because they are 100 times cooler than the rest of the panty waist roster. Grenier has his half of the tag title around his waist as he looks down admiring the glistening gold. He is also multitasking. In true Grenier fashion, he's working on rolling up a nice tight dube of Canada's kryptonite. Vargas' belt is slung over his right shoulder. He looks up, patting the face of the title as he smirks arrogantly.*

Chad Vargas: The gold standard again, pussies!

*Grenier picks an eye up from his joint, nodding his head. Grenier can just not be bothered while working on his masterpiece. Vargas rolls his eyes.*

Chad Vargas: That shit will stunt your growth.

Bob Grenier: Fuck off!

Chad Vargas: Only black people do drugs.

*The crowd gasps.*

Chad Vargas: What!?

*Grenier chuckles as he shakes his head. He finishes spinning up the fatty and holds it up.*

Bob Grenier: This? This here is God's love to us!

*Grenier puts the joint in his lips as he feels around for his fire starter. Vargas sees him struggling and snaps his fingers. Almost immediately a total babe of a blonde in a bikini leans in with a Zippo lighter, placing fire to Grenier's marijuana cigarette. He smiles as he takes a nice long toke. The broad sits down on Grenier's lap, excited for her turn to take a pull. *

Chad Vargas: You forgot something!

*Vargas barely gets the words out of his mouth before ANOTHER scantily clad woman appears with a handle of Jim Beam. She presents it to Vargas who nods in approving fashion. He snaps the cap and takes a haul. *

Chad Vargas: We got the gold, the booze, and the women. We g---

*Grenier interjects.*

Bob Grenier: And the weed!

*Vargas rolls his eyes, annoyed he was interrupted. He nods his head waving at him to shut up. *

Chad Vargas: We've got it all. Anyone want a piece? Step up to get knocked the fuck down!? We are running the tables in this motherfucker. We are the tag champs, but we are both SINGLES COMPETITORS! Burrow who ever the fuck you've got on the docket for us, bring em the fuck on, pussy!

*The camera focuses on Grenier, as he takes another toke and blows it towards the camera. We fade out.*

*There is static as we open to Dylan Thomas smiling ear to ear standing next to a huge dark haired man in a suit, gloves and sunglasses who has his arms crossed looking at the camera with absolutely no emotion. Lissandra is nowhere to be seen but we can assume that she's the one holding the camera.*

Rockwell: Who is that, standing next to Dylan Thomas...?

Hood: Well Adrian... if you shut up for two minutes, maybe we'll find out!

*Dylan puts his hand on the man's shoulder.*

Dylan Thomas: Friends... Dylan Section... Asshole fans. This is a good friend of mine and Lissie's. This... is Dave Branson. The A-List's new muscle - and when TIO brings in Knux, we'll have double the muscle. I told you. I told you all that the A-List are taking over the GCWA and with Dave at our backs, there's no holding us back. Dave?

Dave Branson: I'm what we call in my line of work a... fixer. I fix problems. Dyl and Liss wanted some muscle and now they have some. I've been watching the product for some time now and there's one person on this roster that's annoyed the fuck out of me. The so-called DETECTIVE that you guys have on the roster. Puffer is his name?

Dylan Thomas: Jack Puffer - yeah. You're not seriously suggesting of facing such a formidable opponent are you?

*Dylan mockingly smirks at the camera.*

Dave Branson: That's exactly what I'm suggesting - next week when I make my debut... What do you say Puffer to a good old fashioned No DQ street fight?

*Dylan laughs and Dave cracks his knuckles.*

Dave Branson: I'll make sure you never run from a fight again. You accept my challenge? Let Liss know. We'll be in touch.

Hood: Holy shit... the A-List just got a lot more dangerous!

Rockwell: We'll see what this Dave Branson can do next week. For now, let's get back to the action.

Hood: He's fucking huge!

Singles Match
Duce Jones (7-1) vs. Lightning (0-3)

Minos: The next match... is scheduled for one fall... and is a Non-Title match... already waiting in the ring... standing 6'2" and weighing 200 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... here is Lightning!!

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon is playing again. Lightning is on his own now, Thunder having been carted out earlier. He strikes a small pose for the crowd, but his attention is definitely elsewhere.*

Rockwell: So what's the official time that Lightning needs to outlast?

Hood: Official time? What, you think I was actually timing that shit?

Rockwell: ... Yes, yes I did. I thought that was the whole point of the over/under betting.

Hood: Oh. Nope, I wasn't. But it was definitely less than a minute.

Minos: His opponent...

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

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

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

Minos: 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: Duce Jones has really proven to be the break-out star of the GCWA so far this year.

Hood: Guy is willing to wrestle anyone at any time for that championship of his. For anyone else, that'd probably be the end of their reign, but somehow Duce still has the belt!

Rockwell: And now, even in just as bad a condition as Savage is, Duce is out there to fight again.

Hood: I really question his sanity at this point...

*Minos starts to leave the ring, but Duce stops him, talking to the announcer for a moment. The referee moves over, and we have a brief meeting of the minds. Lightning looks on questioningly as the referee shrugs and Minos nods.*

Rockwell: Now what's going on?

Hood: Oh, man... Duce wouldn't...

Minos: Per the champion's decision... the North American Championship WILL be on the line!

*The crowd pops loudly at the announcement. Lightning does a double-take towards Duce, shocked.*

Hood: He can't do that!

Rockwell: He's been doing open challenges for wrestlers. Why should this be any different?

Hood: Because it's fuckin' Lightning!!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go! Can Duce retain his title?

Hood: ... Please, Duce, stay the champ! I couldn't take Lightning as champion!

*Duce sets himself, ready to start fighting. Lightning looks to be going through all sorts of emotions. After a few seconds, though, Lightning puts a finger up towards Duce. Rather than locking up with the champion, Lightning turns and steps through the ropes, leaving the ring! The referee walks over towards him, questioning him, but Lightning shakes his head and steps down off the apron. He stands out there, waiting, while Duce waits, confused and wanting to get started. The referee begins a slow 10 count, not sure what's going on, but Lightning just waits.*

Hood: ... Maybe having a title shot thrown to him was too much for Lightning's mind?

Rockwell: I don't think that's it.

Hood: Hey, the guy knows he's undeserving, maybe that's the problem?

Rockwell: Or Lightning knows his chances against Duce are still pretty low, so he might as well win the bet first?

Hood: Oh.... OOHHHH....

*As the referee gets to 8, Lightning nods and pulls himself back into the ring. Duce steps towards him... but Lightning then turns and rolls right back out again. He walks along the floor outside the ring, heading over to the timekeeper's desk. He talks to the man there, apparently finding out how much time has passed, as Duce watches from the ring, getting angry. He complains to the referee, who says there's nothing more he can do other than re-start the count. He leans over the ropes and starts to count, pointing towards Lightning on every number through the ropes. Lightning, walking closer, doesn't seem too concerned. He taps his wrist, giving the signal for more time, as the count reaches six, then seven. However, the count never gets higher, as Duce Jones suddenly comes running over, shoving himself over the referee and suicide diving out onto Lightning!!! The crowd pops loudly from the impact, as both men are down!*

Rockwell: We don't see this side of Duce too often!

Hood: What, taking unnecessary risks?? We see that all the time! He was just airborne longer here, that's all!

Rockwell: Nonetheless, he's taken Lightning down!

*The referee, having composed himself after being startled by Duce's leapfrog over him, starts his count once again. Outside, Duce is back on his feet, looking like the landing brought back some pain from this past weekend. He still limps over to Lightning, hauling him up and dragging him towards the ring. They get up on the apron, and Duce pulls Lightning through the ropes, hanging him from the middle one. He steps back, then delivers Nice To Knee You (a swinging knee lift) sending Lightning bouncing upwards before crashing forward to the mat!! Lightning hangs there, not moving, apparently out of it. Duce reaches down to pull Lightning off the ropes, possibly for a pin. But Lightning's feet lash out... wrapping around the bottom rope. He gets a hand over there, too, hanging on for dear life, as Duce tries to pry him free. The referee moves in, ordering the break.*

Rockwell: Lightning's mainly sticking to a defensive battle tonight.

Hood: That likely won't work... which I'm happy with... but for Lightning, I guess the bet is good enough.

Rockwell: Honestly, it's already been past a couple of minutes, so I'd say Lightning won the steak dinner.

*With Duce backing away, furious at the delay, Lightning pulls on the ropes, using them to get himself up. He leans there, looking dazed but happy. He slowly turns around and steps forward, extending a hand towards Duce. Apparently he's been knocked senseless enough that he thinks Duce helped him. The North American Champion doesn't hesitate, nailing Lightning with the string of shots and kicks of The Juice!! The final D-Trigga shoots Lightning back into the ropes, where he rebounds right into Duce's arms. The champ lifts Lightning up, spinning him around and nailing him with Final Tic 2.0 (Fireman's carry single knee facebreaker)!! Lightning is pretty much out of it, sitting there with the lights on, but nobody home. Duce shakes his head, still unhappy. He drags Lightning up and hangs onto his arms, dishing out the Duce of Clubs!! Lightning drops to his back, with Duce putting an arm on him, keeping him down as the ref moves into position... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: And the champ retains!

Hood: Was there ever any doubt?

Rockwell: I seem to recall you sweating about the belt being put on the line...

Hood: Yeah, well... anyone can trip and get pinned on any day, right?

Rockwell: That didn't happen today, as Duce comes through once again.

*Duce Jones reclaims his championship, holding it briefly above his head, leaving Lightning behind. The wrestler is trying to sit up, but failing, so he lays back on the mat. The referee comes and checks on him, asking him if he needs any help. Lightning just asks what the time was. The ref tells him, and Lightning smiles to himself. He then turns to the ref and asks what the time of the match was again. The ref shakes his head, knowing what concussions can do. He calls for help, as we break away.*

*We cut to the back, where a very large limo can be seen pulling up. It's a heavy-duty limo, one that can handle the biggest of stars. The doors open, and The Big Bifford steps out, all smiles.*

The Rockwell: The champ has arrived!

Hood: He won't be the champ by the end of the night!

Rockwell: For now, though, The Big Bifford is ready to celebrate!

*Bifford walks forward, with Earl and Kenny getting out of the small taxi that parked behind the limo. Clearly, they were told to ride separately. They make their way over, with Bifford beginning to question them about having everything set up for tonight. They head into the arena, with the image cutting away.*

*The sound of a rocket fills the GCWA Arena. It is quickly replaced by the opening chords of "You're Gonna Go Far Kid," as Ed Houston makes his way down to the ring with a mic in his hand. A smile is plastered across his face and only wavers when he yells out 2 and 0 which causes the already cheering fans to explode.*

Rockwell: Houston has been on an incredible roll as of late...

Hood: Pun intended?

Rockwell: Well, he just got what some would call an unbelievable upset over The Incredible One. So, yes, pun intended.

*Ed slides into the ring and enjoys the loud applause for a few seconds before finally speaking.*

Ed Houston: "At High Rollers I once again shocked the world. Vegas had me as the underdog, every body who had an opinion thought The Incredible One would roll right over me, but I knew deep in my heart that I came here to win the right way. At High Rollers, I didn't just win. I dominated."

*The crowd loudly cheers 2-0.*

Ed Houston: "I busted out the brooms for TIO and swept him. 2-0. I showed the entire GCWA universe that this place isn't going to allow bullies to thrive. I showed the entire GCWA universe that my goal of being GCWA World Champion deserves to be alive. I vanquished the person that cost me my dream. 2-0. So now I want to turn my attention to the biggest bully GCWA has. It's time to take out The Big Bifford and become the center of the GCWA universe. I don't care how it happens, I don't care how many people I have to go through. I'm ready for the Barrows to do the right thing and name me the number one contender to his championship. I've proven that I'm willing to fight to stay at the top. Now it's time for those in the back to give me my chance to fight for the top. I can only hope someone in the back has the brains to give The Rocket Man his shot. Until then, I'll be waiting."

*Ed seems satisfied and drops the mic. He pumps up the crowd one more time before exiting the ring and heading back up the ramp.*

*The camera cuts to Hood and Rockwell.*

Rockwell: It's hard to argue with Houston at this point. He's got a solid case for being the #1 contender.

Hood: But The Big Bifford defeated him in the tournament! I'm pretty sure that should disqualify Houston.

Rockwell: Maybe, but since then, Houston has wins over legends like Lurrr and The Incredible One. He's proven that he can defeat anyone, and that includes someone like The Big Bifford.

Hood: Houston had his chance, but he insulted the Barrows brothers by ignoring their help. Dude burned his own bridge.

Rockwell: We'll have to see what comes of this in the coming days. For now, we've got a main event to get to!

Hood: Are we really calling this the main event? I was sure this was a joke...

Singles Match
Jack Puffer (1-1) vs. Xtreme (7-21-1)

Minos: It is now time... for our main event of the evening... introducing first... standing 6'3" and weighing 290 lbs... from Parts Unknown... here is Xtreme!!

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

Rockwell: After Xtreme's embarrassing defeat to Puffer a few weeks ago, he's vowed to be more in control tonight.

Hood: Hard to believe Xtreme could ever be in control.

Rockwell: Honestly, with his ability to take pain, if he could learn control, he'd actually be a challenging foe.

Hood: Guy needs a manager.

Minos: His opponent... his height and weight unknown... known as the Good Detective... here is Jack Puffer!!

*"Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits the speakers, and fans look down the aisle. Although it's Warrick Hill's entry music, but the fans know who's actually coming. Detective Jack Puffer steps through the curtain, 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: I wasn't completely sure we'd see Puffer tonight, since he had been dealing with the flu all week.

Hood: Ugh. Keep that guy away from me! I haven't gotten my flu shot yet!

Rockwell: You're a little behind on that, Hood, you're supposed to get it much earlier than now.

Hood: I know, I know... it's just... needles...

Rockwell: Well, Puffer looks like he's definitely recovered, so you should be safe...

Hood: Whew!

Rockwell: Unless someone else in the locker room has it...

Hood: Fuck!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: They're one and one against each other. Tonight, we finish the feud! Puffer vs. Xtreme!

Hood: You said the "E", right?

Rockwell: What?

Hood: The "E"! Puffer found it, remember? "EXtreme"!

Rockwell: *Sigh*

*Xtreme is basically holding onto the ropes behind him, wanting to charge, yet fighting that urge to try and be more controlled in this conquest. Puffer steps forward, as if coming to confront Xtreme, but then turns, asking a question of the surprised referee. The ref responds, and the two start talking, with Puffer apparently wanting to know some of the finer points of what's supposed to be allowed in a contest of this type. Since no one usually talks to the referee respectfully, he seems happy to oblige, answering Puffer's questions. Xtreme is nearly pulling his own hair out at this point, as he struggles to comprehend what's going on. Just as Xtreme's about to charge, though, Puffer turns and grabs the referee by the front, shouting loudly enough for us to hear "Where is Warrick Hill??" The referee, stunned, shakes his head, having no clue, and Puffer, disappointed, drops his hold on him.*

Rockwell: Puffer tried the old detective trick of talking about nothing, then surprising them with a hard-hitting question.

Hood: Why would the ref here know where Warrick Hill is? He's pretty new, he probably never met the guy.

Rockwell: Hey, you never know until you try, right?

*Puffer finally turns over to Xtreme, seeing the wrestling practically seething in the corner. He waves him forward, saying that they can get started. Xtreme, biting his lip hard enough to bring blood, forces himself not to rush forward. He takes a few steps, coming face-to-face with Puffer, who extends his hand to him. But Xtreme can't hold back anymore, slugging Puffer above the handshake attempt! Puffer stumbles back, but Xtreme keeps attacking with punch after punch, letting out a yell as he drives Puffer back into the corner. He climbs up on Puffer, looking towards the audience for a second, before deciding to start raining down headbutts on the detective!! The fans count along just as if it was punches, as Xtreme slams his head against Puffer again and again!*

Rockwell: Xtreme's always willing to put his own health on the line to dish out damage!

Hood: Who's got the harder head in this situation?

*Xtreme finishes with the headbutts, coming off the turnbuckle... and staggers slightly, having done some damage to himself as well as his opponent. He shakes his head to clear it, then goes back over to Puffer, pulling him out of the corner. He sends Puffer towards the ropes, then drops down, preparing for a back body drop. But Puffer stops right in front of him, grabbing Xtreme's shirt from the back and yanking it over Xtreme's head! Xtreme, momentarily blinded, struggles to pull his shirt back down, but Puffer starts firing lefts and rights, keeping Xtreme from uncovering himself. Puffer then steps in, lifting Xtreme up and getting a reverse atomic drop, sending Xtreme falling back to the ground! Puffer rubs at the knot on his forehead, knowing he took some damage, but he doesn't let it phase him. He steps down, grabbing Xtreme's leg... and applying an ankle lock! Xtreme struggles against the pain, while also still trying to get his shirt down and free himself.*

Hood: Puffer learned how to do an ankle lock!

Rockwell: Detective Puffer is not only determined to find Warrick Hill, he doesn't want to waste the opportunity that Derek Mobley has given him. He wants a whole new legacy in the GCWA!

Hood: Well, beating Xtreme wouldn't be that big a step... but it's better than what normally happened in OCW!

*Xtreme shows no signs of tapping, as he fights his way to the ropes, using his larger size. Puffer immediately breaks on the grip, showing his respect for the rules. As Xtreme gets back up, Puffer moves in, landing a series of elbow shots to the back of the head, knocking Xtreme back down to his knees with every strike. Xtreme keeps rising up, refusing to stay on the mat. He turns, taking a wild swing at Puffer, but he ducks under it, then grabs Xtreme from behind, trying to do a roll-up. But Xtreme blocks it with one foot, then stomps on Puffer's toes, causing him to let go. As Puffer hops backwards, Xtreme turns and fires a throat punch at him, scoring it perfectly!! Puffer doubles over, gagging, and Xtreme steps in, lifting Puffer onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry!*

Rockwell: Oh my god, Xtreme's going for his Xtreme Measures finisher!!

Hood: Is he going to actually put Puffer away?

Rockwell: Not if Puffer has anything to say about it!

*Puffer fights free of Xtreme's hold, managing to drop back to his side without getting thrown. As Xtreme turns towards him, Puffer gets a big boot to Xtreme's gut, then grabs him and jumps, landing a facebuster!! With Xtreme down, Puffer gets up, looking more focused after the close call. He goes off the ropes and returns, leaping and dropping a leg across the back of Xtreme's neck! Xtreme slowly rolls over, hurting, as Puffer gets up. He goes to the ropes again, returns... and drops a knee this time, doing more damage! Xtreme, holding his head, starts to get up, dazed. Puffer takes immediately advantage, getting Xtreme from behind and twisting him into a crucifix pin! The ref's right there... 1... 2... but Xtreme barely manages to get out in time!*

Rockwell: Puffer nearly ended things there!

Hood: Stay on the attack, Detective!

Rockwell: You're actually rooting for Jack Puffer?

Hood: I guess I've got a soft spot for the guy...

*Xtreme struggles back to his feet, then turns, seeing Puffer a few steps away. He charges, abandoning his reason to try and get in a solid smash with his weight. Puffer easily avoids him, though, with a quick roll, and Xtreme heads into the corner instead, hitting hard against the pads! He stumbles out, and Puffer comes to meet him, grabbing Xtreme and quickly dropping him onto his face with a DDT! But Puffer doesn't let go, getting both wrestlers back up, before delivering a second one! With Xtreme wobbly on the way back up a third time, there's nothing he can do as Puffer drops him with the third DDT in a row!! The combination appears to have been too much for Xtreme, as Puffer rolls him over and makes the cover, holding the leg... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: Jack Puffer is now on a winning streak!

Hood: Yes! I mean, good for him. Now have him beat someone else.

Rockwell: Well, since he's been called out by Dave Branson, I think we're going to get the chance to see it next week!

Hood: Man, it feels weird being excited for a Detective Puffer match...

Rockwell: It could be bright skies ahead for the good Detective!

*Detective Puffer appears pleased with having his hand raised. He nods to the downed Xtreme, then turns and leaves the ring, headed to the back. Xtreme sits in the corner for a few moments, clearing his head. He looks very dejected. The referee moves in, asking if Xtreme is alright, but he just shrugs off the help. He rolls out of the ring, then opts to head over the guardrail into the crowd. The fans give the wildman a wide berth as he disappears up the stairs, still looking upset.*

Rockwell: Xtreme may not be taking this loss well.

Hood: He's talked so much about getting his hands in Puffer's blood... I mean, I don't understand it, but you know it meant a lot to him...

Rockwell: Could this be the last we see of Xtreme for a while?

*The camera focuses on where Xtreme departed, but the only sign of him is the fans still watching that direction.*

Rockwell: Well, folks, it's been an amazing night, but it looks like...

*Suddenly, "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio hits the speakers, and the crowd cheers wildly as The Big Bifford comes out on stage!*

Rockwell: Hey, Biff's here!

Hood: I'm shocked he got past security!

Rockwell: As far as we know, there hasn't been a decision made for tonight, Hood. The Big Bifford is still your GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, after his victory over Eric Dane!

*Earl The Popcorn Salesman and Kenny come out behind Bifford, both grinning. Kenny looks relieved that Boris is nowhere to be found, which lowers the chances of a body count here tonight. The Big Bifford makes his way down the ramp, with Earl and Kenny behind him. They head into the ring, with Bifford climbing carefully up one of the turnbuckles... at least high enough so he can raise up the championship. Happy with the reaction, Bifford comes back down and moves to the center of the ring, joined by Earl and Kenny. At least for a moment, as Bifford pushes Kenny, telling him to stand in the corner. Bifford then turns to Earl, and Earl raises up his hands, as they both look up. They continue looking, waiting, but nothing seems to be happening.*

Hood: Is something supposed to be getting lowered down? Or are we waiting for confetti?

Rockwell: With Bifford, anything and everything is possible!

Hood: Damn, if chicken sandwiches fall from the ceiling, they could kill someone!

Rockwell: That would be ironic...

*Bifford keeps holding his pose for a few more moments, but finally gives up, turning and talking with Earl. Bifford then turns to Kenny, apparently blaming him, although Kenny shakes his head, saying he had nothing to do with it. Bifford gestures, and Kenny steps out of the ring, even as "Gangsta's Paradise" suddenly stops playing. It's an abrupt cut-off. Bifford waits, as Kenny brings in a mic. The World Champion takes it, bringing it up... and it doesn't appear to work, as we can't hear anything. Bifford says a few more words, then angrily tosses the mic to Kenny, wanting another one. It gets tossed in, with Bifford nimbly grabbing it out of mid-air. He talks again... and nothing.*

Hood: This really doesn't seem to be going as Bifford expected, does it?

Rockwell: This was likely supposed to be a celebration! But technical difficulties are getting in the way!

Hood: Or... this is all planned...

*The camera turns to the entryway, where a large squad of security personnel are making their way to the ring. The crowd boos as they make their way around the ring, surrounding it. Bifford looks in every direction, wondering what's going on, turning to Earl and talking with him. Outside the ring, Kenny tries to back away, but one of the security guards comes up behind him... and zaps him with a taser, putting Kenny on the ground!!*

Rockwell: Kenny's down!!

Hood: Oh, man, keep low, Adrian! Maybe they won't shock us!

*Bifford seems unconcerned for Kenny's well-being, as he continues talking with Earl. In the meantime, the security personnel make their way up onto the apron, surrounding him. Earl is looking for a place to run, but Bifford seems to be telling him to calm down. The big screen comes on... and we see Jonathan Barrows, sitting in his comfortable chair, neck brace still in place. He looks out, as the crowd boos his appearance.*

Jonathan Barrows: Good evening, Bifford. I knew you couldn't resist coming out here to celebrate. Kudos for being able to wait until the end of the night.

*Bifford watches the screen, smiling and turning to joke with Earl about Jonathan's neck brace. Whatever he says, Earl's not laughing.*

Jonathan Barrows: You know, you've been the focus of a long discussion tonight, Bifford. After what you did to me... you certainly deserve to have your championship stripped.

*The crowd boos heavier, as Bifford protectively pulls his belt closer to him. He talks to Earl, possibly debating whether Jonathan means his GCWA belt or his "OCW" one.*

Jonathan Barrows: However... there's some debate that stripping a champion so soon after our return might be seen as... hasty...

*Jonathan looks to his right, where we can see Deana Barrows standing there. She smiles towards the camera, a smile that hides whatever intentions are underneath.*

Rockwell: Deana Barrows saved Bifford's title reign!

Hood: Damn... I mean, I see the reasoning... but it was in the rules, use the Biff End, get stripped of the title!

*Bifford seems a little more relaxed now, smacking his World Title. Jonathan can be seen, leaning forward slightly. The motion causes him a little more pain, so he tilts back again.*

Jonathan Barrows: Just so you know, Bifford... it's not off the table yet... but let's consider it... postponed...

*We see Hunter Barrows on the other side of Jonathan, smirking. He looks like he'd love to take the belt from Bifford's large fingers.*

Jonathan Barrows: But for now, I'm going to have to settle for this... Big Bifford... you are now SUSPENDED!

*Bifford looks on, confused, as security starts to step in, all of them raising their tasers menacingly. Some of them look larger, like cattle prods. Earl quickly raises his hands, not wanting to end up like Kenny.*

Jonathan Barrows: And that suspension, Bifford? It will last... as long as I want it to. And if, perchance, you're still suspended by the time we get to Darkness Falls... well, we have to have a World Title fight there, don't we?

*Bifford's grip tightens once again on his championship. He looks around at the security guards, probably thinking he can take them all. Earl leans in, trying to convince him not to do it, knowing he'll be a quick victim.*

Rockwell: The Big Bifford is suspended!

Hood: Yes! Justice is served!

Jonathan Barrows: For now, Bifford... get out of our ring... don't call us... we'll call you...

*Jonathan smiles slightly, before the image goes dark. Bifford looks furious, even as Earl again tries to get him to calm down. Some of the security guards, apparently nervous, have exchanged their tasers for their weaponry, which hopefully just contains rubber bullets. But who knows with the Barrows?*

Rockwell: What will happen with The Big Bifford? Will we see him, as the champion, inside a GCWA ring again??

Hood: He'd better go kiss some Barrows ass! I recommend starting with Deana!

Rockwell: I'm sure we'll find out more next Inferno! We'll see you all then!

*Security moves in tighter around Bifford, ordering him to leave the ring. Bifford looks ready to fight his way out, getting that look in his eyes that we saw out near the fake moon landing before the pay-per-view. Earl moves away from him, looking genuinely worried for what's going to happen next. Kenny is still laying outside the ring, not moving. We slowly black out before we can see what happens next.*

OOC: And a post-PPV Inferno is in the books! Whew, these always feel like they take longer... but now I've got a week to recover a little more, as we step up the action towards Darkness Falls! We're already getting a lot going in motion, so if you don't know the plans for your character... IM me! Now's the time to start figuring out your direction, as I want everyone who wants it to have something meaningful for the final PPV of the year! As for this week... good luck to all!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, November 22nd, 2019

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, TX

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Ed Houston vs. Lightning

Bob Grenier vs. Tony Savage

Dave Branson vs. Detective Jack Puffer

Main Event

Duce Jones(c) vs. "Mad Dog" Mark Wright, GCWA North American Title match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, November 15th to Wednesday, November 20th, giving you 6 days to post your roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!