GCWA Friday Night Inferno


*It's been a long, long two weeks. The withdrawal symptoms have been serious. You found yourself watching old tapings, just to quiet the shakes in your hands. It hasn't been pleasant. But, thankfully, the pain and depression is about over. It's time, once again, for the GCWA to return to your airwaves and bring you Friday Night Inferno! You get settled in, desperate for your next fix, and you nearly lose it when the GCWA logo pops up on the screen. Calm yourself, you've got to last the whole time, people. We go to blackness, where the voiceover begins once again to get us started.*

Voice: With Darkness Falls only a week away, the situation with the World Heavyweight Title is reaching a boiling point...

*We see cut video, showing Jonathan Barrows suspending The Big Bifford due to his usage of the Biff End on the GCWA co-owner. Various cuts show Bifford kept outside the arena, while wanting his chance to defend his title.*

Voice: A new #1 contender has been named, but will Ed Houston get the opportunity he craves, to show himself to be a worthy champion? Or will the championship be handed to him, a gift that he rather not receive?

*The footage of Ed Houston with Deana Barrows is shown, with Deana making Houston the #1 contender despite Houston not wanting to be handed anything. Houston's wariness about Deana's motives comes through loud and clear. A cool trick with the video has Deana Barrows seemingly step out from the footage, facing the camera.*

Deana Barrows: We have reached the last road to Darkness Falls... the path to change... welcome to the New Era...

*Deana Barrows smiles, showing the look that says a lot without revealing anything. 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 audience hasn't gone away even after a week's break, with the place looking just as packed as it has in the past. We zoom in on Adrian Rockwell and Hood, who are at the announce table.*

Rockwell: Hello, everyone, and welcome to Friday Night Inferno! It's great to be back, Hood!

Hood: I'm still annoyed we didn't have a show last week. What a waste of a Friday!

Rockwell: It was Thanksgiving week, Hood, there was no point in having a show.

Hood: Sure, some people were having their family celebrations, enjoying some horrible football games, and brawling in the aisles for Black Friday. But some of us would have rather watched some wrestling!

Rockwell: So... you didn't get a family gathering, Hood?

Hood: I went to Vegas.

Rockwell: Any luck there?

Hood: Well, I got lucky.

Rockwell: ... okay, then, with that said, we've got some exciting action tonight as we brace for Darkness Falls!

Hood: Hey, any night you've got Duce Jones, Mike Zybala, Adi Gold, & Fisher Goldblum wrestling is a good one!

Rockwell: Don't forget about Jack Puffer, who might be putting himself in position for Comeback Wrestler of the Year!

Hood: Can you come back if you were never on top to begin with?

Rockwell: Okay, fine. Most improved?

Hood: I can see that. The guy's definitely turned himself around from what he used to be.

Rockwell: Let's get to the ring, and get this night started!


Singles Match
Duce Jones (8-2) vs. Wrath of the Storm (0-2), Handicap Match

Minos: Our first match is a Handicap match scheduled for one fall... introducing first... weighing in at a combined 420 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... here are Thunder & Lightning... Wrath of the Storm!

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder & Lightning appear on the entryway. Thunder lets out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. Lightning is scooting his feet to generate more energy. The two then strike a few poses before making their way to the ring.*

Rockwell: Last month, Duce Jones easily defeated Lightning.

Hood: Once he caught him. Lightning managed to delay enough minutes to get a steak dinner.

Rockwell: Tonight, Thunder & Lightning have the opportunity to get a much-needed victory. But will even getting a 2-on-1 advantage be enough?

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... 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 as he prepares for action.*

Rockwell: It's so strange to see Duce out here without his championship.

Hood: There should be a clause in the contract about the involvement of ghosts.

Rockwell: I know Duce is wondering about tonight's match. Is it a punishment of sorts, having him fight in a handicap match?

Hood: More likely, Jonathan & Hunter wanted him to let out some aggression tonight. The guy's got to have a lot of rage pent up.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go, kicking off Inferno with a Handicap match!

Hood: This is the least handicapped Handicap match I've ever seen. Honestly, Wrath of the Storm getting to work together might make this more fair, not less.

*Thunder and Lightning are both standing in their corner, firing each other up with chest slaps and fist bumps. They both turn towards the crowd, throwing out one more pose, keeping their energy high. They are obviously excited about the opportunity here tonight. Thunder finishes his pose, nods to Lightning, and then starts to walk forward. That's when Duce Jones explodes out of the corner, rushing forward and nailing Thunder with the Krayzed Knee (Running busaki knee strike)!! Thunder is laying on the mat, out cold, as Lightning's jaw drops. He backs away to the ropes, as Duce Jones gets back to his feet and slowly turns his direction, to the loud cheers of the crowd!*

Rockwell: Thunder just got destroyed!

Hood: I guess we're back to a singles match.

Rockwell: It looks that way, as I don't see Thunder getting up anytime soon!

*Lightning looks down at Thunder, then back at Duce. He does this a couple more times... before turning and diving through the ropes, leaving the ring! Duce has the opportunity to pin Thunder if he wanted, but he's looking for more validation here tonight, so he heads through the ropes as well. Lightning runs around the ring, with Duce chasing him! Lightning reaches the other side and looks back, realizing that he's losing ground to the former North American champion. He turns and tries crawling under the ring, struggling to get himself out of view. It's a pointless gesture, though, as Duce knows exactly where he's going. He runs to where Lightning went under and throws up the apron curtain, reaching under and dragging Lightning out by one foot! Lightning tries to kick away and get free, but Duce is relentless, pulling Lightning to his feet and whipping him into the railing!*

Rockwell: Duce is going wild!

Hood: You think he's picturing Mike Zybala right now? Or maybe Mad Dog?

Rockwell: Either one is possible. Right now, Lightning is wishing he could picture himself far away from here.

*Lightning gets rolled painfully into the ring by Duce, who quickly follows. Thunder is still down where he got kicked, having not moved a muscle. The referee has already checked on him and made sure he was still breathing. Lightning puts his arms up from a kneeling position, begging off from Duce. He's trying to apologize, for what, no one knows. Duce shakes his head, apparently not accepting it, before coming in and nailing Lightning with the D-Trigga!! Lightning's down, but that's not enough for Duce. He pulls up Lightning and puts him into a fireman's carry, before dropping him with Final Tic 2.0!! Lightning doesn't have any fight left, laying flat. Duce turns back towards the still-downed Thunder, considering him. He comes over, grabbing at Thunder, dragging the wrestler up. Thunder puts up no resistance as Duce puts him position, landing the Ripcord headbutt to start the Duce of Clubs! The knee strike lands, and Thunder collapses back onto Lightning. Duce pins them both, looking out towards the crowd as the referee makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!!*

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

Rockwell: Complete destruction from Duce Jones tonight!

Hood: He was a man on a mission, that's for sure. I wouldn't want to be in Duce's path anytime soon!

Rockwell: Wrath of the Storm... really might want to consider a career change...

*Both Thunder and Lightning are still down, as the referee raises Duce's arm. The former champ pulls away and leaves the ring, not looking like he got too much enjoyment out of this contest. We cut away.*



*The camera comes up in the back, where Jonathan Barrows is sitting, looking discouraged, at his desk. His brother Hunter is waiting in front of the desk, unsure what to say.*

Hunter Barrows: So... what are you going to do?

Jonathan Barrows: Why isn't it OUR decision?

Hunter Barrows: Hey, you suspended The Big Bifford, not me.

Jonathan Barrows: Because he attacked me! I did it for all of us! And he shouldn't be rewarded for it!

Hunter Barrows: Yeah, but... if you don't reinstate Bifford tonight... Ed Houston becomes the World Heavyweight Champion, and we need to find him someone to fight at Darkness Falls.

*Jonathan sighs, putting his head in his hands. The Barrows and Ed Houston have had multiple issues in the past, thanks in part to the actions of The Incredible One. In Jonathan's eyes, Houston already lost his chance at the championship by not siding with them.*

Jonathan Barrows: Damn Deana for putting me in this position. Why couldn't she have chosen Dylan Thomas as the #1 contender? He earned it.

Hunter Barrows: Well, we could always book Houston vs. Thomas. But Houston would still become the champion.

Jonathan Barrows: *Sigh* Let me think about it some more.

Hunter Barrows: Okay, brother. Just remember, we need to decide something... tonight.

*Hunter turns and leaves the room, as Jonathan looks back up and over at him.*

Jonathan Barrows: NOW it's "we", huh? God damn it...

*Jonathan sits back in his chair, thinking hard, still unhappy. In his mind, he's in a lose-lose situation. We slowly fade to commercial.*




Debate Contest
Tony Savage vs. Chad Vargas

Minos: The next... contest... will be a wrestling debate!

*The fans give a few cheers, although many look unsure about what's about to happen.*

Minos: Introducing first... 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 moves to where two debate platforms have been set up, his mouth twisted in a wolfish, blood-thirsty grin, as he stands with arms crossed, waiting for action.*

Rockwell: This is one of the more surprising announcements we've had in a while, as Savage and Vargas are clearly known better for their fighting skills.

Hood: I don't know, both are good at hurling insults. Isn't that all that happens at debates anyway?

Rockwell: Actually, there's a lot of policy talk and substantial debate about the ways of the world...

Hood: Yeah, but all anyone ever remembers is the 'burns', right?

Rockwell: ... Right.

Minos: Now coming down the aisle... standing 6'4" and weighing 240 lbs... from Everclear County, Tennessee... he is one-half of the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions... here is "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!!

*Vargas walks down the aisle 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 platform and jumps on. He ignores Savage completely, putting his arms up and sending middle fingers to the crowd. Some boo and some cheer, knowing what to expect from the veteran.*

Rockwell: So we're really giving Chad Vargas a live mic?

Hood: I hope the censors are ready to bleep most of this debate!

Minos: First, opening words from Mr. Savage...

Tony Savage: Surprised to see you out here alone, Vargas. Where's your dick rider free-loader partner? Did I beat his ass so bad that he's decided to bow out entirely and stop riding your coattails? Your back must feel better, carrying him for the last month. You two have made an absolute joke of the tag-team division, saying in the back and circle-jerking while men like me slap on some tape and prove why we're the future of the company. Bullshit like this is why people have lost respect for you and Bake Sale. If you had the cojones, we'd be in the ring right now instead of waving these mics around.

Rockwell: Strong opening words from Tony Savage!

Hood: I'm expecting a blistering rebuttal from Chad, with many references to Savage's mother...

Minos: And now, Mr. Vargas...

*Vargas takes a moment to straighten his outfit that he's wearing, before turning towards the mic and leaning into it.*

Chad Vargas: *deep breath* WEAK ASS BOOKING!!

*The crowd roars, loving it, as Vargas smirks over towards Savage.*

Hood: Short but powerful!

Rockwell: I think we're expecting a little more...

*Savage laughs to himself at Vargas' response, preparing his 'rebuttal'. Behind the wrestler, though, a man can be seen jumping over the railing. He pulls off his hat and coat, revealing himself to be Bob Grenier!! Grenier walks up behind Savage, who senses him and turns. He looks back and forth, suddenly realizing that Grenier & Vargas have worked out an ambush!*

Rockwell: Uh oh...

Hood: This debate may already be over...

*Savage prepares himself for a fight, having expected something like this. But before the brawl can begin, the speakers suddenly blast out with "Surf Club" by SAINt JHN!*

Hood: What the hell?

Rockwell: He's here! After a month of speculation, we heard on Twitter that Brady Vega was going to be here tonight!

Hood: He's here to help Savage? Or join against him?

*The crowd pops as the fans recognize the man stepping through the curtain, wearing his signature Haute Coulture mask that covers only his nose and mouth. His eyes, covered with colored contacts, focus on the three men, and he heads over to them. Vargas gets in his face, but Vega immediately pops him in the jaw with a right hand!! Savage turns and attacks Grenier, and we soon have a massive brawl taking place on the debate platforms!!*

Rockwell: It's all breaking down!!

Hood: Damn, now if only this happened in the political world! Can you imagine, Bernie Sanders giving Joe Biden an elbow drop, or President Trump going for the Biff End??

*The crowd is loving it as the four men fight it out, and boo loudly when security appears to try and break them up.*

Hood: Let them fight!

Rockwell: Or let them settle it at Darkness Falls!

Hood: Fuck yeah!

*Security is struggling to break things up, taking their own lumps, as Grenier, Vargas, Savage, & Vega aren't too concerned with who they're swinging at. We cut away, leaving the chaos behind.*



*We go backstage, where Ed Houston is walking through the hallway. He stops at a specific door and goes to open it, but it opens before he gets his hands on the doorknob. Inside is Deana Barrows, who smiles at him.*

Deana Barrows: Hello, Ed. I was wondering when you would get here.

Ed Houston: Deana... waiting for me in my dressing room? You don't want to give a wrong impression.

Deana Barrows: That's a little sexist of you, Mr. Houston. Would you ask the same thing if it had been my brother waiting here?

*Ed doesn't say anything, waiting, so Deana continues on.*

Deana Barrows: I just wanted to let you know that your #1 contendership is locked away in a safe place. It won't be conveniently 'lost' or 'misplaced'. I have my brother's word that he will honor your opportunity... even if that means you get the World Title here tonight.

Ed Houston: You know I don't want to be handed the title.

Deana Barrows: You truly don't, do you? Impressive. Rather refreshing from other wrestlers I've known. Well, you'll find out your fate later tonight... and just remember... I had nothing but your best wishes at heart.. Mr. Houston.

*Deana smiles again at Ed, using her hand to lightly push him back so she can walk forward. She departs down the hallway, as Ed watches her go. We cut to commercial.*





*We return from the break to a shot of the crowd in attendance. Most look pretty happy to be there. "Losing your mind" by Black Label Society begins to play over the PA and the crowd begins to cheer as "Mad Dog" Mark Wright rips through the entranceway, holding his newly won North American championship instead of a beer. Following behind him is Sunny Jim, and Sunny clearly doesn't look happy.*

Rockwell: Our new North American Champion is here!

Hood: Guy only won because of a phantasm, a poltergeist, a...

Rockwell: We heard you the first time, Hood!

Hood: I've got several move. A spook, a wraith...

*Sunny is visibly pleading with Mad Dog about something, but Mad Dog is ignoring him. About half way down the entrance way, Sunny grabs Mad Dog by the arm, and Mad Dog spins around pulls his arm away from Sunny. "ENOUGH!", Mad Dog is heard shouting at Sunny. Sunny's face changes from unhappiness to clearly anger, and Sunny turns and marches to the back like an upset child.*

*Mad Dog climbs into the ring, and uncharacteristically doesn't play to the crowd, but instead grabs a microphone and takes the center of the ring with a serious look on his face. The music and the crowd dies down as Mad Dog holds the North American championship over his head and the microphone to his mouth.*

Mad Dog: Ya know, winning this championship was supposed to be a dream come true. It was supposed to cement ol Mad Dog as a top star in this sport. It was supposed to be life changing, and the biggest moment of my career, and one of the biggest moments of my life.

*Mad Dog lowers the championship and walks to a corner of the ring where heats the title over a turnbuckle. Mad Dog then paces back and forth for a moment until he stops and stares at the North American championship.*

Mad Dog: Zybala, you just had to go and F**K THAT UP! NOW, MAD DOG HAS TO F**K YOU UP!

*The crowd explodes with cheers at the FCC explodes with anxiety. Mad Dog paces around a bit more, looking like a wild animal in a cage. Finally, Mad Dog grabs the North American championship and throws it over his shoulder, and returns to the middle of the ring.*

Mad Dog: But, first and foremost, big props and respect to Ducey baby. That man was a true champion, who week in and week out took on all comers and never backed down from a fight. Ducey baby, hats off to ya.

*Mad Dog grabs his PBR trucker hat off of his head and throws it into the crowd, garnering another big pop.*

Mad Dog: Ducey, you deserve a rematch. So, Johnny Barrows, and all da Gee Cee Dubya Ah, take note that no one, NO ONE, gets a shot at this North American championship until Ducey gets his rematch.

*The lights go out while Maddog is still talking, which causes him to stop. The fans cheer as "Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. A few moments pass and the music dies as the lights turn back on. Zybala is standing in the ring, staring right at Maddog.*

Hood: Somebody call The Ghostbusters!!! Or at least the Ghost Hunters...

Rockwell: He's not a ghost!

*Zybala asks me a microphone and a ring hand runs it up to him. Zybala nods his thanks then turns his attention back to Maddog.*

Zybala: I honestly don't know why you're upset. All I did was live up to the promise I made on Twitter. I said that I was going to be the one who ended Duce's streak, and that's exactly what I did. Sorry if it wasn't as direct as you thought I meant. However, end the streak, I did. With a superkick to the face, the end of Duce was nigh. Your little "finisher" was just you showing off, and you getting the title was just a byproduct of my actions.

*Mad Dog is clenching his fists, ready to fight, as Zybala keeps talking.*

Zybala: But what's all this talk about not defending the title until Duce gets a rematch? I already laid claim to the title match. Where is your "spirit" of competition?

*After he says "spirit", Zybala turns towards the announce table and gives a not so subtle wink at Hood. Hood let's out a yelp of fear, and the lights go out again. The yelp turns into a full fledged scream of terror. The lights come back on and Duce Jones is standing between Zybala and Maddog! The fans give a huge pop for the former champ.*

Rockwell: IT'S DUCE JONES!!!

Hood: Quick! Adrian, let me use your phone!

Rockwell: Who're you gonna call at a time like this?

Hood: Ghostbusters...

**The volume of the crowd is at a fever pitch as the former North American Champion stands between the two men, fuming hot. He looks towards Mad Dog who seems confused by what's transpiring in front of him. Duce then turns his attention to a smirking Zybala and unleashes a violent headbutt that sends the Outsider's owner staggering back a bit. The Dallas fans erupt from the strike, Mad Dog watches on in shock as Mike bounces off the ropes and retaliates by immediately tackling Jones down to the canvas, a fight instantly breaking out between the two. Looking on, considering what to do, Wright watches as both men roll back and forth on the mat, throwing punches at each other but neither gaining a significant advantage.*

Rockwell: Mad Dog, do something!

Hood: What the hell is he supposed to do?

Rockwell: I don't know, maybe try and get in between Duce and Mike.

Hood: Good luck with that.

*Standing off to the side, Mad Dog finally decides that enough is enough, yanking Zybala off of Jones. Getting him to his feet, Mad Dog forcefully pushes Zybala towards a neutral corner while he continues trying to get his hands on Jones. Duce quickly pops up to his feet and charges towards both men. Wright appears to be trying to calm Zybala down but the only thing he's paying attention too is Duce rising off his feet, into the air for a Superman Punch! Using quick thinking, Zybala pulls Wright into the corner where Jones decks him with the punch! Mad Dog is dazed.*

Rockwell: Duce with a Superman Punch to Mad Dog!

Hood: That's why you never get in the middle of a fight..

*Duce doesn't appear fazed by the miscalculation as he manages to dodge a quick Superkick attempt, now taking Zybala to the mat as the battle of fisticuffs engage again. Duce gets the upper hand, landing shot after shot, eventually pulling Zybala back up. He shoves him into the corner, setting him up for the Krayzed Knee!! But as Duce turns to get some distance, Mad Dog is there, nailing Duce with the Mountaineer Lariat!!! Duce goes down, as Mad Dog angrily stands over him, still rubbing his jaw. But before Mad Dog can do anything else, Zybala comes in, hitting Mad Dog with his superkick!!! Mad Dog falls backwards, as Zybala stands proudly in the ring, happy with what's occurred.*

Rockwell: The problems between Mad Dog and Duce cost them tonight!

Hood: That specter is so sneaky!

Rockwell: Can I have my phone back now?

Hood: Yeah, Bill Murray didn't answer, anyways...

*Zybala walks to the ropes, looking out, still smiling. The lights suddenly go out, and we get the predictable squeal from Hood. After a few seconds, the lights come back up, and only Duce and Mad Dog are in the ring, both trying to pull themselves together. Security comes out to make sure the brawl doesn't continue, separating the two men and slowly getting them out of the ring.*

Rockwell: Hey, on my phone... we just got a text from the co-owners!

Hood: Oh? Let me check mine... yep, I got it too!

Rockwell: What the hell? You have your phone? Then why borrow mine?

Hood: Nevermind that, Adrian. This is big news! It's been announced that Mad Dog, Duce, and Zybala are going to fight in a Triple Threat match for the North American championship!

Rockwell: That sounds like a show-stealer of a match!

*We see Duce and Mad Dog departing through different exits, neither looking very happy with what just happened. As they depart, the crowd settles down, ready for the next contest.*


Singles Match
Jack Puffer (3-1) vs. Peter Vaughn (6-19-1)

Minos: The next match 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 their hometown underdog, as "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor begins to play. Peter Vaughn slowly walks out on stage, dragging his mop behind him. He looks completely down as he makes his way down the ramp and heading for the ring, eventually dropping the mop halfway down. Security manages to save it before any fans can make the grab. Vaughn enters the ring and simply sits in the corner, not looking around.*

Rockwell: Vaughn is NOT looking so good in there.

Hood: Guy was starting to make an actual move, similar to Jack Puffer, after getting a couple of high-profile wins. Unfortunately, it's just been a losing streak since then. He must be taking it hard.

Rockwell: Well, all you can do is dust yourself off and try again, right?

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 215 lbs... from Aurora, Illinois... here is the Good Detective, Jack Puffer!!

*The super sexy rock hardening version of James Bond's iconic theme "James Bond's Theme" begins to play. Fans within the arena are like "Wow, this rocks HARD!" others are like "This sounds vaguely familiar..." women and feminine men are like "I think I kinda wanna fuck whoever emerges from behind that curtain." It is a song that appeals to ALL demos. Puffer steps through the curtain looking very aware...he takes in his surroundings, in search of a mystery. A singular spotlight shines on him...the camera zooms in...Puffer turns, facing directly at the camera with one eyebrow raised as his visage is captured within a very 007-esque circle. Once all that has taken place, Puffer marches down the ramp, toward the ring, with the spotlight following. He rolls into the ring and pops to his feet, placing a hand over his eyes, scouring the fans in search of the missing Warrick Hill.*

Rockwell: Puffer's search for Warrick Hill took him to Nebraska this past week.

Hood: I can't believe he drank that Olde English.

Rockwell: Puffer's really been set in his goal of finding Hill and bringing him to the GCWA. But tonight, he's got to deal with wrestling in Warrick's place once again. Can he continue to get victories?

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: This should be fun! Two guys who have had their ups and downs in the wrestling business!

Hood: I'd say they're at opposite spots in the spectrum right now. Someone tell Vaughn it's time to wrestle!

*Puffer, given some extra time, does another quick search of the arena for Warrick, as the referee leans over to talk with Vaughn. The Janitor doesn't seem to care, shrugging off the referee. But after the ref talks to him some more, Vaughn finally pulls himself up. He rubs at his unshaven face, then starts forward towards Puffer. The Good Detective turns his way, always aware of his surroundings... at least so he thinks. He sets himself, ready to lock up with Vaughn, but Vaughn just stands there in front of him, presenting his chin. Puffer immediately takes a step back, his instincts telling him to be wary of a trap. He spins around, looking behind him, but no one is there. Vaughn, who could take advantage of Puffer's vulnerability, doesn't move.*

Rockwell: Puffer looking a little jumpy, possibly because of the attack from Dylan Thomas on the last Inferno.

Hood: I can't blame him for that, I wouldn't want the A-List after me.

Rockwell: Meanwhile, Vaughn doesn't appear to have any fight in him today.

*Puffer turns back, seeing Vaughn still standing there. He charges forward, unleashing a right hand... but stops it midway to his target. Vaughn doesn't even flinch. He looks at Puffer's hand, then at Puffer, waving him to follow through. Puffer again suspects something is afoot, taking a step back. Vaughn sighs and turns away from Puffer, giving him his back. The crowd, normally happy with Vaughn, start to boo, not liking this side of him. Puffer says something to the referee, who just shrugs and says the match is underway. So Puffer hurries in on Vaughn, grabbing him from behind and rolling him up! The ref drops for the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: Well... that...

Hood: That fucking sucked!

Rockwell: Yes. Vaughn apparently had no fight in him tonight, and was willing to just let himself be pinned.

Hood: I may not like Puffer that much, but he at least deserved a competition.

Rockwell: Well, it's still a victory for Puffer, as he gets to celebrate continuing his winning streak.



*Post-match, there are bits of trash being thrown at the ring from the unhappy fans. Vaughn has just gotten up and moved to the corner, sighing, not seeming to care about the response. Puffer, after thanking the referee for his attendance, goes to the corner, climbing up and looking at the upset audience. Behind him, Vaughn holds onto the ropes, lowering his head, and pounding it twice into the turnbuckle pad. He then suddenly turns, letting out a yell and charging towards Puffer!! But Puffer, hearing him, pushes off on the ropes and manages to jump over Vaughn, landing on his feet behind him.*

Rockwell: Wait, NOW Vaughn wants to fight?

Hood: What is wrong with this guy's head??

*Vaughn spins around, a couple of tears evident in his eyes. He runs forward again without a strategy, charging Puffer, who grabs Vaughn up and delivers a spinebuster!!! Vaughn is down, as the fans are now cheering once again. Puffer looks around at them, glances at the referee, and then decides to drop backwards for the catapult into the corner, followed by the backstabber, known as Under The Lights!!! Vaughn is laid out, with Puffer rolling over to him. He makes the cover, perhaps on instinct. The referee, shrugging, drops and counts again... 1... 2... 3!!! The fans cheer as Puffer gets back to his feet, getting his arm raised once again.*

Hood: Does that count as two victories?

Rockwell: Vaughn's got a lot to work out, I think, but Puffer proved that he's no longer on the jobber level of wrestling anymore.

Hood: I don't know that this proves anything. Let him win a title, and then we'll...

Rockwell: Look out!

*As Puffer turns away from the referee, ready to depart, Dylan Thomas is suddenly in the ring! He grabs a startled Puffer and drops him with the Perfect Finisher!!! Puffer flops to his side, hurting, as Thomas gets back to his feet, laughing. The referee angrily gets in Thomas' face, but Thomas just pushes him away by his face, shoving the referee down. Behind Thomas, "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson steps through the ropes. He walks over to Puffer pulling him off the mat by the throat. Puffer tries to fight back, but Branson has a tight grip, lifting Puffer up and delivering FIXED!!! Puffer's left in a heap, as Dylan turns back and nods to Lissandra Thomas, who's standing on the apron with a smile.*

Rockwell: This was an A-List assault!

Hood: Well, the fans should be happy now, we've got TWO unconscious bodies in the ring!

*Dylan and Dave stand over the fallen Puffer, standing side-by-side as the crowd is once again booing heavily. We slowly fade to commercial.*





*We're back in the co-owner locker room again, where we see Jonathan Barrows studying something on his laptop screen. Slowly, a smile appears on his face.*

Jonathan Barrows: You know what? That's an amazing idea...

*Jonathan continues to grin, as he makes a quick call on the telephone.*

Jonathan Barrows: Clyde? I need to talk about acquiring a very... specific set-up for next Sunday...

*Jonathan continues to talk on the phone, as we leave him behind, heading back to ringside.*

Rockwell: Uh oh. Jonathan Barrows is up to something!

Hood: He probably just finally made his decision. You know, I always feel better after solving a problem.

Rockwell: Any solution that makes Jonathan smile like that is a concerning one. Well, we've still got our main event, so let's go to the ring!


Tag-Team Match
Adi Gold & Fisher Goldblum (0-0) vs. Mike Zybala & "Partner" (0-0)

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

*The crowd perks up, as a main event always grabs your attention.*

Minos: Coming to the ring... weighing a combined 408 lbs... from Winsor, Ontario... here are Adi Gold and 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: Adi & Fisher put out this Open Challenge last week, wanting to fight someone tonight.

Hood: I doubt they expected this match, but it got them in the main event.

Rockwell: It could be easy sailing or a hard battle, depending on who Zybala's partner is!

Minos: Their opponents... introducing first... 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 react with some negativity after what's happened recently. The lights go out, getting a small shout from Hood. When the lights come back up, Zybala is standing in the ring, smiling.*

Hood: I really REALLY hate that!

Rockwell: Take some deep breaths, Hood. Zybala apparently went out of his way to arrange for some protesters to have front-row seats tonight, in order to see tonight's contest.

Hood: Well, that explains the anger coming from my left. Thought it was stranger than our normal weir... wonderful fans.

Rockwell: Nice save.

*Zybala turns and points to a few of the audience members. There is a group there who do look angry towards Adi & Fisher. One is holding a sign saying "Incest Leads To Murder!" Their angry chants are being ignored by Adi & Fisher, though, who have learned to ignore anything the 'fans' say.*

Rockwell: The big question now is, who is Zybala's partner? Will it be Mack O'Connor, as rumored?

Hood: Wouldn't that be awesome??

Minos: And his partner...

*The fans turn expectantly towards the entryway, waiting for someone to appear. At first, nothing happens. Then, "Shadow Dancing" by Andy Gibb begins to play!*

Rockwell: Oh no...

Hood: Not... The Shadow Dancer???

*The fans react, waiting excitedly, but still no one appears on the entry. The music suddenly cuts out. The crowd, slightly disappointed, waits, as Adi & Fisher are shown looking at each other. Music kicks in again, this time "Vagabond" by The Greenskeepers!*

Hood: There we go!! That's Mack's music!

Rockwell: But where is he??

*Again, no one appears on the stage in spite of the music. It cuts out again, and the fans look more disappointed. The lights suddenly come up, and we head back to the ring, where Zybala is still standing confidently with a smile.*

Rockwell: So... where's his partner?

Hood: Maybe Mack no-showed him?

Rockwell: The odds don't look good for Zybala!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So in a record for the GCWA, we've got our second Handicap match in one night!

Hood: That's a terrible record to set!

*Adi & Fisher talk to each other for a second, making their plans on how to handle this surprising but not-terrible development. Zybala points to the protesters at ringside, then points over to the brother and sister talking. The protesters immediately start to try and go over the railing, chanting about the dangers of incest. Adi glares out at them, angrily shaking her head at the idea. Luckily, GCWA security was ready and waiting, and they move in, keeping the protesters at bay and escorting them out.*

Hood: Thought we were going to have a problem for a second.

Rockwell: Yep, but security, for once, did their job.

Hood: Damn Bible thumpers.

*Adi, now upset, smacks Fisher and points him towards Zybala. The two move in unison, surrounding Zybala in the corner. Zybala just smiles at them... and then the lights go out again!! After time passes, the lights come on, and Zybala is now standing on the opposite side of the ring from where he previously was! Adi & Fisher spin around, with Fisher's eyes going wide. Adi tells him to go after him, and Fisher, a little reluctantly, walks over that way... and the lights go out again! When they return, Zybala is now standing outside the ring! Fisher, looking spooked, swings his head towards his sister, who is just calling it a gimmick. She tells him to grab Zybala when the lights go out next time. Zybala just watches it all from the outside, as Fisher slowly steps through the ropes towards him.*

Hood: Powers of the underworld shouldn't be accessible in matches!

Rockwell: ... what?

Hood: There ought to be a law!

*Fisher steps off the apron to the floor, heading to grab Zybala. The wrestler suddenly puts a finger in the air, though, a "wait" gesture. Fisher obediently stops, before realizing that he really didn't have to. He says something to Zybala, but apparently Zybala has a magic trick for him. Fisher doesn't look like he wants to see it, instead reaching out for Zybala. The lights then go out again! We hear a loud clunk, with the lights still down, and when they come up, Fisher is laying on his side, holding his arm painfully as he's laying next to the turnbuckle post! The stairs nearby have been knocked loose from the impact. Adi, in the ring, looks frustrated at her brother's inability to follow through.*

Rockwell: Fisher tried to grab Zybala in the dark and missed!

Hood: That had to hurt! But where's... oh, hell, behind you, Adi!

*The fans are reacting already, as Adi Gold hasn't noticed yet that Mike Zybala has materialized behind her! Adi, sensing it, turns and charges, leaping into the air... as the lights go out yet again!! When they come up, Adi is pulling herself free of the ropes, trying to get back to her feet. She does, turning... and Zybala leaps forward, nailing her under the chin with the Superkick!!! Adi falls in a heap, as Zybala turns and looks outside the ring for a moment. Fisher is still down, so Zybala comes over and orders the referee closer, making the cover. The referee slides into position... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!*

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

Rockwell: Zybala gains some more momentum heading to Darkness Falls!

Hood: Man, it sounds like the event is even named for him! I'm not sure anything can stop this spirit! And believe me, I've tried to get priests to come in and bless the ring, but it hasn't worked!

Rockwell: Trickery worked well here for Zybala, but will he be able to use a similar tactic against Mad Dog and Duce Jones?

*As "Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. plays, Zybala salutes his foes, before pointing to the ceiling. For the final time, the lights go out, and then come back with Zybala having disappeared from the ring. Fisher, back on his feet but holding his injured arm, slides into the ring, going over to his sister and checking on her. He helps her up, but she doesn't look to want his help, pushing away (and almost falling down). She rolls out of the ring, with a hurting and fearful Fisher following her. They head to the back.*



*As the crowd starts to settle down from the last match, "Dangerous" by Within Temptation plays, earning some boos. Jonathan and Hunter Barrows walk out from the back, headed for the ring.*

Hood: Yes! The bosses have come to a decision!

Rockwell: About time, we were almost out of show!

*Jonathan gets a mic from the crew, while Hunter doesn't seem to want one. Jonathan moves to the center of the ring, but is stopped from beginning by a loud "Bifford" chant that echoes throughout the arena.*

Rockwell: The fans want their Big Bifford!

Hood: He's just as addictive as chicken sandwiches, apparently...

*The chant finally starts to die down.*

Jonathan Barrows: Well, folks, you read my mind... because that's what we're here to talk about. The Final Fate of the Big Bifford! Now we need...

*Jonathan is interrupted as "Leave You Far Behind" by Lunatic Calm hits the speakers. The fans react mostly warmly as Deana Barrows comes out and approaches the ring.*

Hood: What's she doing here?

Rockwell: She's an equal shareholder, Hood, she has the right to be here, just like her brothers.

Deana Barrows: Sorry for the interruption. I didn't want to miss this. Go ahead, dear brother. You were saying?

*Jonathan takes a moment to glare at his sister before continuing.*

Jonathan Barrows: As I was going to say, we need a few OTHER people out here. First, let's bring out the person Deana chose as the #1 contender... Ed Houston!

*The crowd pops loudly as "You're Going To Go Far Kid" by the Offspring brings out Ed Houston. He looks confident as he makes his way to the ring.*

Hood: I still don't get it. Why him?

Rockwell: Ed Houston has proven his worth over the past few months, including his decisive win over The Incredible One.

Hood: You had to bring that up, didn't you?

Jonathan Barrows: And next, since you all want to see him, and since I know he's here... here's your World Heavyweight Champion... The Big Bifford!

*The crowd pops even louder as "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio plays. All lights focus on the entryway, and the curtains part to reveal The Big Bifford! The champion walks down the aisle for the first time in weeks. If anything, he looks like he's gotten bigger. The champion uses the stairs and gets into the ring, staring over at Ed Houston before stopping in front of the three owners.*

Rockwell: Hey, Bifford's here!

Hood: That's a huge pop!

Rockwell: But what will happen now? Will that belt stay with the champ?

*Bifford locks eyes with Jonathan Barrows, who, to his credit, doesn't step away. He looks down at Bifford's title, then back up at the champ. Bifford moves a hand down subconsciously, holding onto the belt.*

Jonathan Barrows: Don't worry, Bifford. I've made the decision not to strip you of your championship. This is a business, after all, and the world does not look kindly upon a title being stripped. I'll always do what's right for business. You're reinstated.

*Bifford looks pleased with this decision, as is the crowd. Jonathan turns his attention over to Houston.*

Jonathan Barrows: And no, Ed, I'm not going to overrule my sister. She thinks you're worthy of being the #1 contender, and you did get some big wins over some legends recently. So I'm going to let the #1 contendership stand.

*Houston's face doesn't change, even as Deana looks over at him with a seductive smile.*

Hood: So we've got our main event!

Rockwell: I don't think Jonathan's done yet, Hood...

Jonathan Barrows: So at Darkness Falls, it will be The Big Bifford defending the GCWA World Heavyweight Championship against Ed Houston in the main event. But it won't just be a regular contest. After all, this is Darkness Falls! We have to go above and beyond, don't we?

*The fans pop for this, but both Bifford and Houston look more suspicious. Deana crooks her head, looking at her brothers. Hunter is developing a large smile.*

Jonathan Barrows: What we're going to do... is put the two of you somewhere you deserve. You're going to be a steel cage. But not just any cage... it will be a Razor Wire Steel Cage match!! It will be the sharpest material we can get our hands on, guaranteed to slice open your flesh and leave your blood on the canvas!

*A sadistic look appears in Jonathan's eyes as he talks. Deana looks a little horrified, while Hunter is still grinning widely.*

Jonathan Barrows: But that won't be all, gentlemen. This pit of hell needs one more addition... there will be weapons hanging from the ceiling of the cage. If you're willing to go through the agony of going for them, you might be able to do even more damage to your opponent. You want to win this match? Be the most violent.

*Jonathan turns towards the two wrestlers, now smiling. It's a frightening sight, seeing the look on his face. Even Bifford looks a little wide-eyed.*

Jonathan Barrows: Houston, you turned down our offers and failed to live up to our expectations. Bifford, you've made our lives hell and put me in the hospital. Well, after next Sunday, I suspect you'll both be regretting your decisions. Because the winner in the main event may have the World Title, but he won't ever be the same. And the loser? The loser might very well be done with wrestling altogether. Good luck to you both... boyos...

*Jonathan drops the mic and turns away from the wrestlers. He and Hunter step out of the ring, leaving them behind. Deana shrugs to Houston, then turns and leaves as well.*

Rockwell: A Razor-Wire cage match! Is the price really worth it??

Hood: For the World Title? Wrestlers will do anything to get their hands on it! This is Houston's big chance, maybe his only chance!

Rockwell: But the violence we're going to see...

Hood: It's going to be epic!

*Houston watches the three Barrows members go, then turns back to where The Big Bifford is waiting. Bifford, having been through hell before, simply raises the World Championship over his head. Houston nods and steps up to him, with the two facing off. The crowd is losing their minds as the two wrestlers stare each other down. We fade out.*

OOC: And that gets us to another Pay-Per-View! Hope everyone enjoyed this one. I was a little concerned about it due to the break, but I think it turned out okay, even if the wrestling itself wasn't 'intense'. We'll save that for next week. Here are the matches set for Darkness Falls. Remember for a PPV, it's a two-roleplay limit. If you want a stipulation added to your match, propose it, and we can see about adding it. Just don't wait too long, because I'll be writing matches starting on Monday. See you then, boyos!

GCWA Presents - Darkness Falls IV

LIVE! Sunday, December 15th, 2019

From the Toyota Center, Houston, TX

Opener

Crazy Chris vs. Adi Gold, GCWA X Division #1 Contenders match

Mid-Card

Bob Grenier & Chad Vargas(c) vs. Tony Savage & Brady Vega, GCWA World Tag-Team Titles match

Dylan Thomas(c) vs. Jack Puffer, GCWA X Division Title match

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

Main Event

The Big Bifford(c) vs. Ed Houston, GCWA World Heavyweight Title match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, December 6th to Thursday, December 12th, giving you 7 days to post two roleplays. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!