GCWA Friday Night Inferno


*It's finally here. That time of times. That favorite season of the year: Bowl Season! Oh, yes, and Christmas and New Year's as well. It's always an amazing time to be alive. But it's also time for the final Friday Night Inferno of 2019! Who would have ever thought that we would make it through four months to the end of the year, still with plenty of momentum ahead of us? So let's settle in one more time, get ourselves nice and toasty, and prepare for one more Inferno to tide us over until 2020!*

*The scene opens up a little differently than normal, with the intro to "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" from Trans Siberian Orchestra leading us in. We see the typical Christmas set-up, with a Christmas tree decorated fully, a roaring fireplace, and a number of stockings hung from the mantle.*

Voice: 'Tis the season, the time to be jolly. The time to be happy. The time to receive your gifts. At Darkness Falls IV, some unwrapped their prizes with tremendous joy.

*We see images of Tony Savage & Brady Vega winning the Tag-Team Titles and celebrating. Dylan Thomas is shown defending the X Division Title, and "Mad Dog" Mark Wright appears on top of the ladder, reaching for his prize, the North American Championship.*

Voice: Many stayed on the Nice list, and were well rewarded for their strong acts of character.

*We see a bloody Ed Houston, raising up the World Heavyweight Title after his brutal match with The Big Bifford. The crowd can be heard, chanting Houston's name.*

Voice: And there were some... that remained on the Naughty list...

*We see Jonathan Barrows publicly firing The Big Bifford after the match, having him taken out of the arena by security. We then see The Incredible One's return, followed by the attack on Houston by Dylan Thomas & Dave Branson. Despite Houston's attempts at fighting back, The A-List stood together strong in the end, standing over his semiconscious body.*

Voice: Tonight, the after-effects of Darkness Falls IV take place. Who will end up having a Merry Christmas and start their New Year off right, and who will be left to wonder what 2020 has in store for them?

*The picture shifts to show Deana Barrows standing there, looking towards the camera.*

Deana Barrows: The future is what we make of it... 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. One Shot, One Kill. The Perfect Finisher. The Duce of Clubs. This Damn Incredible. Blastoff. Each as impressive as you would expect. In the center of the flames, an image of the current GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, Ed Houston, appears, staring intently into the camera. The fury of the flames overtakes the champion, 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! We can see the crowd is more festive than usual, with several Santa hats being in attendance. There is also a noticeable display of Big Bifford signs scattered throughout the crowd. We head towards the ringside area to join Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: Welcome to the final Inferno of 2019! I'm Adrian Rockwell, joined as always by my colleague, Hood, and we're set for one more thrilling night of wrestling action!

Hood: I'm still trying to recover from Darkness Falls IV. What a night that was! Two new champions, the departure of a GCWA Hall of Famer, and the return of a legend in The Incredible One! It couldn't have gone better!

Rockwell: I'm not sure Ed Houston would agree with you, Hood.

Hood: Hey, he's still World Champion, isn't he? Guy should celebrate getting to hold the belt for the next month or so, until Dylan Thomas gets to take it away from him.

Rockwell: Yes, our next Pay-Per-View, with the destination and date unknown, already has a main event. We know that "The Rocketman" Ed Houston will be defending the World Title against "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas in the new year. And what a clash that will be! But with Thomas having back-up in Dave Branson and TIO, the odds seem stacked against Houston.

Hood: I can only say this so many times: Houston should have worked with the Barrows. His own fault for being in this situation.

Rockwell: Well, we'll see if there are any repercussions from last Sunday, but it's time now to get to our first match of the evening!

Hood: Yes!


Singles Match
Lucas Thames (0-0) vs. Lightning (0-6)

Minos: Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall... already in the ring... standing 6'2" and weighing 200 lbs... joined by his partner, Thunder... here is Lightning!

*Lightning does a quick pose for the crowd, as "Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon plays. Thunder joins him, throwing his own special pose out there. Lightning sees it and turns, surprised. He puts on his own pose, shooting it back to Thunder. The two men keep posing at each other, looking like they're each trying to have the best one.*

Hood: So I thought Thunder was the one wrestling tonight?

Rockwell: Apparently we had a switch, as Lightning is now set to compete against Thames.

Hood: Well, it really doesn't matter. Both are losers. They haven't won a single competition here in the GCWA. Hell, they haven't even been close!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 245 lbs... from Detroit, Michigan... making his debut... here is Lucas "The Icon" Thames!

*The opening bars of Not Gonna Die by Skillet begin to play and people begin to rise, cheering. Out of the curtain steps Lucas raising his arms in thanks. After a few moments Lucas walks down to the ring slapping the odd hand of fans but mostly staying focused on the job at hand. He walks up the ring steps, taking care to wipe his feet on the apron and climbs through. He raises his hands again acknowledging the cheers with a slight nod. Then we're underway.*

Rockwell: Thames looks ready to go tonight. He also had some strong words for Dylan Thomas and Jonathan Barrows this past week.

Hood: Not a good way to start your run here, threatening the co-owner.

Rockwell: Jonathan Barrows can be vindictive. We'll have to see if Thames can back up what he's talking about in the new year.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Time to get our first match of the end of the year underway!

Hood: Yeah, if the two bozos will stop posing long enough to compete!

*Thunder and Lightning are still positioned opposite each other, each trying to out-pose the other. It looks like it's gotten personal, as Thunder is mocking some of Lightning's poses. Lightning angrily pumps out his arms and flexes for all he's worth. Thunder returns it, which each trying to hold their pose longer. The referee doesn't know what to do, although he tries to order Thunder to leave the ring. But the two men are too intent on their duel.

Hood: This is one of the stupidest things I've ever seen.

Rockwell: Two teammates at war! Is the friendship out the window?

*Thunder can't hold his pose anymore, finally breaking, as he leans back on the ropes. He's breathing heavily, like it was a ton of work. Lightning drops his pose, raising an arm to celebrate his apparent 'victory'. Thunder shakes his head, turning away, disappointed. Lightning turns the other way, still celebrating, only to see Lucas Thames standing there, watching him. Thames looks annoyed, wanting to get started, but opted not to attack from behind. Lightning walks up to him, apparently wanting to challenge him to a pose-off as well!*

Rockwell: Lightning wants to put his posing championship on the line!

Hood: Please, for the love of God, just destroy him, Lucas.

Rockwell: I'd love to see The Icon break out some classics!

*Lightning, taunting Thames, poses his front of him, smirking. Thames doesn't appear to think it's that funny, as he kicks Lighting in the gut! Thames then grabs hold of him, using his leg to take Lightning down with the Iconizer (leg-assisted swinging neckbreaker)!! Thunder, having stepped through the ropes, immediately comes back in, angrily running at Thames with a clothesline attempt! But Thames ducks under the attack, spins, and nails Thunder in the back of the head with Lights Out (standing roundhouse kick)!! Thunder collapses into the ropes and falls out of the ring, as the referee lets this one keep going.*

Rockwell: Thunder should have stayed as a cheerleader for his partner!

Hood: Now both are going to need some ice after this one's done!

*With Thunder taken care of, Thames goes back to his actual opponent. Lightning is groggy, still laying on the mat, so Thames has to drag him back up. He takes Lightning over with a snap dragon suplex, planting him once more. Thames then immediately transfers into the Anaconda Vise submission hold!! Lightning is immediately screaming, having nowhere to go. Thunder's still down outside the ring, so he can't help. Within a few seconds, Lightning is tapping furiously, and the referee signals for the bell. Thames drops the hold, releasing Lighting to roll to his stomach, hurting badly.*

Minos: Here is your winner... Lucas "The Icon" Thames!

Rockwell: A strong debut for The Icon here tonight! We can expect big things from him in 2020.

Hood: I mean, let's see him against actual opposition first, but it WAS a good start. Now the guy just needs to learn to keep his mouth shut about the higher-ups.

Rockwell: From what I've seen from Thames already, I doubt anything will stop him from speaking his mind.

Hood: How about getting fired like the Big Bifford? I'm just saying, he needs to be careful.

*Thames gets his arm raised, appearing to wish he'd gotten more competition here tonight. He doesn't waste time, turning and walking out of the ring, leaving the Wrath of the Storm torn apart. We cut away.*



*We are now backstage, inside the co-owner's suite. Hunter Barrows is happily perusing over the numbers from last Sunday's pay-per-view. Deana Barrows is nearby, finishing up a conversation on her phone. We focus on Jonathan Barrows, who is shaking his head at the television screen. Hunter walks over, still smiling.*

Hunter Barrows: These buyrates are awesome! The fans really got into Darkness Falls! The money's going to be rolling in from now on!

*Jonathan doesn't say anything, still looking at the nearby television.*

Hunter Barrows: What's wrong, Johnny? Everything's going our way right now. The numbers are great, we're a major success, and the A-List is going to get the rightful push to the top! You even got rid of Dad's old favorite, The Big...

Jonathan Barrows: Don't even say it, Hunter. They're saying his name enough on the announce team as it is.

Hunter Barrows: What's the problem in talking about him? It's a good thing, isn't it?

*Jonathan pushes himself up, turning and writing on a piece of paper. He finishes, tears it off, and hands it to Hunter.*

Jonathan Barrows: Here. Get this sent out to everyone. The name of our former World Heavyweight Champion... will not be mentioned again. He's history now. Got it?

*Hunter looks at the piece of paper, still confused, but he nods and leaves. Deana hangs up her phone, smiling at her brother.*

Deana Barrows: So, making him persona non grata? It's not enough that you fired him, you have to exorcise him as well?

Jonathan Barrows: I know you didn't agree with my actions Sunday, dear sister, but you'll see that it's all for the best of the GCWA.

Deana Barrows: It's for the best of someone, that's for sure.

Jonathan Barrows: Shouldn't you be off, buttering up the new World Champion again?

*Deana laughs, genuinely amused.*

Deana Barrows: If Ed Houston wants, he can find me... anytime...

*Deana turns and leaves, as Jonathan goes back to watching the television screen. We fade out.*





*We pan in on Duce Jones who stands in front of a brick wall located in the backstage corridors of the GCWA Arena. He appears a bit more agitated than usual as he paced from right to left. Sensing that the camera is now recording, he looks directly into the lens.*

Duce Jones: How many bodies, huh Johnny? Tell me Hunta', how many bodies do I gotta pile up befo' y'all start recognizin' real talent?

*Duce scoffs.*

Duce Jones: Tell me! How many times do I gotta go step inside'a dat rang an' knee somebody in they muh'fuckin' face befo' I get a bit'a recognition round dis bitch!

*He wipes the sweat from his face due to how upset he is at the moment.*

Duce Jones: Week afta' week, I go out there in front'a those hard workin' folks who pay good money ta see us an' I perform! Who made tha Nawf American Championship as prestigious as it is now while Gordo sat on his fat ass, worryin' bout makin' fake ass chicken sandwiches?

*Duce laughs at how ridiculous the statement sounded to him.*

Duce Jones: Let's be real fo' a minute. What has Dylan done ta be declared as tha numba one contenda? Beat Crazy Chris? Jack Puffa'? No disrespect ta eitha' one'a em but he's had dat Unified X-Division strap a good month now an' defended it, all of ONE time an' he gets tha shot?

*He looks questionably at the camera..*

Duce Jones: Do folks not rememba' dat I took tha Nawf American strap off'a Thomas when I beat him at High Rollas.. then went on ta put it on tha line every time dat set foot in dat rang.. All tha way up until Zybala screwed me outta it.. I've shed blood fo' dis company while he does whateva' in his power ta keep his face pretty….

*Rolls eyes..*

Duce Jones: Damn near had my shit blown off twice!

*Shows two fingers.*

Duce Jones: An' dat second time I'm a bit skeptical bout cuh it just seem fuckin' convenient dat just as I'm about ta reclaim my strap.. Dat shit detonates…

*He begins to rub his exposed left arm that still bare the scars and burn marks from the Hazardous Ladders Match.*

Duce Jones: No otha' ladda exploded.. cept fo' dat one… An if I find out dat it was anythang otha' than fate.. Dis place is gonna see a side'a me dat y'all are gonna wish stayed asleep.. Tonight.. while Thomas prepares ta scheme his way ta tha World Title, I'm gonna go out there an' continue ta do what I do best..

*Duce slaps both of his knees separately imitating a martial artist.*

Duce Jones: An' dat's make muh'fuckas eat these knees…

*He walks off as the scene fades out. We return to ringside.*

Rockwell: Does Duce Jones really believe that he was set up in the Hazardous Ladder match?

Hood: That's ridiculous! He just grabbed the wrong ladder at the wrong time, right?

Rockwell: Well, maybe... but it WAS the only ladder that blew up, which did strike me as a strange coincidence...

Hood: Great, now we're back to conspiracy theories. Let's just stick to the truth... and the truth is, I wouldn't want to be Aaron Warthog tonight!


Singles Match
Duce Jones (9-3) vs. Aaron Warthog (0-0)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... making his debut here tonight... standing 6'1" and weighing 330 lbs... from Charleston, South Carolina... here is Aaron Warthog!!

"Everyone knows I'm Hog Wild!"

*Hank Williams Jr starts the intro as the fans all turn to look at the entrance. The heavyweight known as Aaron Warthog comes out, jutting out his chin on the stage and facing the audience. He starts down to the ring, pounding on his stomach along the way, ready for another brawl.*

Rockwell: This is a powerful new addition to the GCWA!

Hood: Never heard of the guy.

Rockwell: Well, he's definitely a rookie.

Hood: All I know of him so far is that he can eat. We'll see if that translates to wrestling ability.

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 took a tough loss this past weekend, when he was unable to reclaim the North American Title from "Mad Dog" Mark Wright.

Hood: A big portion of that was that ladder that completely exploded!

Rockwell: I don't think anyone expected that to happen, but I guess, in the GCWA, Hazardous Ladders come in all shapes and sizes... and some with C-4.

Hood: After a match like that, is Duce vulnerable tonight? What a shocker it would be if Aaron Warthog took him down!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Let's see what Duce and Warthog have in store for us!

Hood: What a pair!

*Warthog steps forward confidently, pounding on his rather large chest and stomach. He points at Duce, apparently mocking him for his smaller frame. Duce just stares at him, looking annoyed. Warthog pounds on his chest again, then tells Duce to take his own shot, wanting him to see how much punishment Warthog can take. Duce looks at the referee, wondering if Warthog is serious. Warthog immediately comes forward, shoving Duce back into the corner with both arms! Warthog laughs, smacking himself once more... and Duce comes flying back out of the corner, nailing Warthog with a bicycle knee strike!! Warthog topples over, crashing to the ground, as Duce makes the cover... 1... 2... but Warthog gets his shoulder up.*

Rockwell: A furious first strike from Duce Jones!

Hood: Man feels like he's being overlooked and underappreciated. Warthog made a bad error goading him on.

Rockwell: Rookies tend to have a ton of bravado and not much sense.

*Duce brings Warthog back up, nailing him with a series of strikes. He throws in a roundhouse kick, sending Warthog staggering back into the corner. Duce then follows it up with a running cornered Yakuza kick, nearly taking Warthog's head off! The fans are loving it, as Duce still isn't slowing down. He climbs up onto the dazed Warthog and starts beating on him with a combination of corner punches and corner chops! Warthog appears helpless from the assault, even as the referee moves in, doing a quick four count to get Duce to step out of the corner. Duce listens, but doesn't look pleased about stopping his assault even for a few moments.*

Hood: This IS the same guy who was blown up Sunday, right?

Rockwell: It most definitely is. But it's also a more motivated Duce!

Hood: If I got blown up, I'd stay in bed with a bottle of Jack and the remote control.

Rockwell: I'm sure Duce is still sore from last week, but right now, adrenaline's keeping him on track.

*With Warthog in serious trouble, Duce continues the assault, landing the D-Trigga out of the corner! Warthog collapses to his knees, barely able to keep his eyes open. Duce, seeing this, heads to the ropes and comes back at full speed, hitting the Krayzed Knee (Running Busaki Knee Strike)!!! Warthog's down and out, and could be pinned now, but Duce isn't through sending his message. He pulls the barely conscious wrestler up, delivering the Duce of Clubs (Ripcord headbutt followed by knee strike)!!! Warthog is flat on his back, no longer moving. Duce finally decides to end it, covering Warthog, as the referee makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!!*

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

Rockwell: Another dominating victory for Duce Jones, as he sets his sights on his next challenge!

Hood: Maybe Warthog will show us something next time... he sure didn't do anything this time...

Rockwell: When you're in there against a motivated, skilled athlete, sometimes there's nothing you can do.

Hood: He could have not shown up. That would have worked better.

*Duce looks down on the injured Warthog, not showing any pity for the man, as the referee goes to check on him. We go backstage.*



*The cameras in the backstage area show a nice Christmas spread laid out. Many of the wrestling superstars are there, getting their fill of eggnog and enjoying the festive atmosphere. We see Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn passing through, making sure to gather in as much food as he can tuck into a small knapsack. It will probably be saved for later.*

Peter Vaughn: I hope this keeps until I can get back to it. I would love to eat it now, but fighting Tony Savage... I should probably wait until after, just in case.

*He turns and hurries off, knowing that he has a match to prepare for. We move around to the side where the punch and eggnog are set up. Standing in front of the drinking area is "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas. He looks around, disappointed that no alcoholic drinks have been offered.*

Chad Vargas: WEAK ASS BEVERAGES!

*Vargas turns and departs, going to get his own drinks elsewhere. We head back to ringside.*

Rockwell: Looks like the party is in full swing.

Hood: Hey, someone see if Thunder or one of our other jobbers would be willing to bring some grub out here!

Rockwell: That goes double for me!

Hood: Bring the announcers the free food! We get hungry too!

Rockwell: Hopefully they will, Hood. We'll be right back!

*The shot cuts away for more 'fun' commercials.*





*The camera pans out over the audience before focusing in on the ring which is full of balloons and a giant sheet cake. The cheers of the crowd are cut by the sound of a rocket taking off. The countdown begins as the fans go wild. For the first time in a while, Ed Houston lets it hit zero and waits for the big bang to fill the arena before walking out.*

*He has an exciting pep in his step as he walks down to the ring. He takes his time, soaking in the moment. He finally has the GCWA World Championship around his waist. He alternates between pointing at the belt and high-fiving the fans. He finally slips into the ring and grabs a microphone. He puts it up to his mouth which draws a chorus of cheers. He smiles and puts the mic down for a second waiting for a minute before finally talking.*

Ed Houston: GCWA, it feels so good to finally be the brightest star in the universe. I always thought I deserved to hold this belt and although it wasn't always the easiest flight, I did it. I won and I did it my way.

*The fans cheer.*

Ed Houston: But I couldn't do it without you all. The Barrows tried to hold me down. They didn't even want this celebration party tonight but because of you all and Deana we're having it!

*The fans erupt.*

Ed Houston: You know most of the time when people throw these things, they focus on themselves. It's almost like arguing your way into a birthday party and then opening everyone else's presents. I'm not going to do that tonight though. I know that without you all, I'd be signing autographs for $5 a pop. So tonight, I'm going to have you guys celebrate with me.

*He points to the cake.*

Ed Houston: Tonight, everyone will be getting a free piece of cake to enjoy!

*The crowd goes crazy. What could be better than a great wrestling show and free cake? Ed walks over and takes the knife in his hand. He reaches under the tables and pulls out piles of paper plates.*

*He starts to cut it when all of a sudden Watch Me Shine by Fozzy hits.*

Rockwell: Oh for God's sake! Why couldn't Dylan and Lissandra let Houston have his moment?! Dylan Thomas is an egotistical son of a b-

Hood: Hey! Adrian, that's your X-Division Champion and Number One Contender, that you're bad mouthing! He went through Hell at Darkness Falls.

Rockwell: And Ed Houston didn't?

*Dylan, in a nice, navy blue Armani suit walks out with the X-Division Championship sprawled over his left shoulder. Lissandra is standing next to her husband, to his right in a lovely, long white dress, holding his hand. Dave Branson, meanwhile is in his usual suit and standing behind the two of them eyeing Ed Houston like a hawk.*

Rockwell: And OF COURSE they had to bring Dave Branson along!

Hood: The Thomas's need protection, especially with Lissandra being pregnant! They pay Dave well. He has to do a good job - and I hear he's one of the best. Show some respect... they got robbed last week!

Rockwell: And where was Branson during the robbery?!

Hood: I have it on good authority that Dylan and Lissandra gave Branson a few days off while they celebrated their anniversary. Three's a crowd sometimes... They're very fair bosses I'm told.

Rockwell: Whose authority?

Hood: Lissandra's.

Rockwell: You'll be shopping with her next...

Hood: Just the other day we actually went - I - Shut the fuck up!

Rockwell: Hahaha.

*The crowd in attendance are booing heavily but Dylan and Lissandra don't care in the slightest. Staying on the entrance way, Dave passes Dylan a microphone and points at Ed Houston saying something about Ed's superkick the other night and how he'll break Ed Houston's legs, causing the Thomas's to smirk. The music dies down and Dylan mockingly yawns after patting Dave Branson on the back.*

Dylan Thomas: Easy big guy. Ah dude, Houston... Look, the three of us were in the back listening to you blabber on about birthday parties and title wins and... who knows what else?! Lissie, were you even listening properly?

*Lissandra shakes her head, smiling.*

Dylan Thomas: Big guy?

*Dave remains expressionless, not removing his eyes from Ed Houston, Dylan briefly looks at Dave.*

Dylan Thomas: I'm gonna take that as a no, bro.

*Dylan returns his focus to Ed Houston in the ring and smiles.*

Dylan Thomas: Look, the point is... Ed... NOBODY GIVES A DAMN ABOUT YOUR WIN AT DARKNESS FALLS! You are boring as Hell and no-one cares about you!

*The crowd boos.*

Dylan Thomas: See? These Texas yokels actually agree with me!

Hood: Wow, he's right!

Rockwell: You can't be serious!

Dylan Thomas: No, you see... the match that EVERYONE is talking about is MY win against Jack goddamn Puffer - I destroyed him, just like I said I would. However we have news for everyone! In fact? We are out here to give you all the best news of the evening... Lissie?

*Dylan hands Lissandra his microphone.*

Lissandra: Ladies and Gentlemen... We give you our best friend - other than you, David - the returning warrior that is THE INCREDIBLE ONE!

*Dylan and Lissandra clap with massive grins on their faces while Dave Branson continues to stare at Houston. The three of them then start to walk down the ramp towards the ring with Ed Houston eyeing the three of them extremely cautiously.*

*The beginning of "Cold Wind Blows" by Eminem started to echo throughout the GCWA Arena but the music is interrupted by the sound of a record scratch. Everyone in the crowd, and GCWA Champion Ed Houston, covers their ears as the scratch stops and "Fall Into the Light" by Dream Theater begins instead. The words "INCREDIBLE" ignite the big screen causing the crowd to boo heavily as The Incredible One walks out on the stage wearing jeans and Christmas sweater suggesting a snowman is doing cocaine.*

Hood: WHERE CAN I GET A SWEATER LIKE THAT?!

Rockwell: The return of TIO - this should be interesting to see what he has to say.

Hood: Of course it'll be interesting, it's Mr. Incredible!

Rockwell: I mean, I wonder if he'll answer where he's been the past while.

*TIO stands atop the ramp, as if he is waiting for someone else. A couple moments pass and then a large, muscular man in jeans and a black tank top walks out with his arms crossed - former OCW Head of Security and former bodyguard to TIO - Knux. The two men walk down the ramp, ignoring the boos from the crowd as they climb into the ring. Knux stands next to Dave Branson as TIO greets Lissandra with a kiss on the cheek and gives Dylan Thomas a handshake followed by a hug. Ed Houston shakes his head, his celebration pretty much ruined, as TIO is handed a microphone.*

TIO: I'd say it's great to be back in Dallas, Texas... but... fuck Dallas.

*The hatred in the arena reaches a high point as TIO smirks slightly.*

TIO: First off, that was a nice message in the GCWA magazine from you, Lissandra. Also, congratulations to the both of you on your upcoming child. I wish you two nothing but positive health for the little one! ...but, to business, eh? You all must be wondering where I've been?

*The crowd responds with a resounding "NO!" chant as Houston nods with a laugh. TIO shoots Houston a hot stare before refocusing.*

TIO: I'll be the first to admit that I had a rough start here. Houston, as much as I hate to say it, you are 2-0 against me and not many people can say that. However, there is a reason why - I was unhealthy. After our match at High Rollers, Jonathan Barrows pulled me aside to talk about my sub-par performance against you - and it was because of an addiction to cocaine. Knowing I was an important investment to GCWA - Barrows was kind enough to book me into rehab where I can say I am clean, currently sober and more focused than ever at the task at hand: the A-List's takeover of GCWA.

*Dylan and Lissandra both still have huge grins on their faces and they nod in congratulations at TIO becoming clean. Dylan motions for Lissandra to give him back the microphone. She does so.*

Dylan Thomas: First of all, TIO... bro... from the bottom of our hearts brother, congratulations on getting healthy. From now on, you can count on Lissie and I to help you stay that way. Anyway we can. Now.... I know I myself am not into doing drugs myself but... where the heck did you get that sweater?! It's awesome. Second of all, I'd like you to officially meet Dave Branson.

*Dave Branson merely gives TIO a slight nod, before turning his attention back to Ed Houston.*

Dylan Thomas: What Dave lacks in people skills, he makes up for in ass kicking. One of the best Fixers that Lissie and I have ever known.

*Dylan pats Dave on the back again.*

Dylan Thomas: Thirdly... You must be Knux.

*Dylan and Lissandra both respectively nod at Knux.*

Dylan Thomas: Fourthly, I think it's time to take this party over for ourselves, don't you?

*Dylan smirks at Ed Houston.*

Dylan Thomas: After all, we would make it a Hell of a lot more entertaining than you, 'Champ'.

*Dylan smirks when he says the word Champ, as if he cannot quite believe himself that he's actually referring to the Rocket Man as Champion.*

Dylan Thomas: See Champ, you've got something to contend with in the future - ME! Houston, I'm coming for your world title - make no mistake about it - and for the first time in my illustrious career Ed, I'm gonna be a double champion! Your match at Darkness Falls, while... I guess it was OK?

*Dylan looks around at his stablemates. Lissandra shakes her head, as does TIO. Knux and Branson merely stand there, stoic.*

Dylan Thomas: Nah, I guess you're right. IT SUCKED! When we go however, I'll make it Perfect!

*Ed sighs.*

Ed Houston: Man, I try to throw a party for the fans and you all have to take the fun out of it. I even was going to save you all a piece. Well, maybe not you TIO. This cake is so good, some might even call it addicting and as much as I'd like to see Barrows blow some more money on you, I got this championship around my waist so I'm in a fantastic mood. We don't need any rehab talk today.

*Ed turns to Dylan.*

Ed Houston: Hey man, you had a good win at Darkness Falls. I'm not going to discount it. It wasn't quite hitting a countdown in a steel cage to knock out a reigning champion and achieve a lifelong dream or anything but it was nice. And you're right Dylan. We're going to face off soon. It's going to be a great match. The fans are already on the edge of their feet for it.

*The fans cheer at this.*

Ed Houston: But you should get used to having just that one belt around your waist. It doesn't matter how many members of your posse you bring out, my GCWA World Championship reign has just blasted off and it's not coming back to Earth anytime soon. As for now, either put on a party hat, grab a balloon and wait for the cake or leave. I worked very hard to get this cake here today.

*He yells to TIO.*

Ed Houston: Should have told Barrows to spend some of that rehab money on this cake. Would have been a better investment anyway.

*Lissandra snatches the microphone from Dylan's hand, getting right in Ed Houston's face.*

Lissandra Thomas: Don't you dare start yelling! For one thing, this man...

*She points at TIO.*

Lissandra Thomas: .... Has only just returned and you want to scare him off again. TIO is a sensitive soul!

*The A-List smirk at this.*

Lissandra Thomas: And another thing...

*Lissandra raises her voice.*

Lissandra Thomas: YOU YELLING, IS NOT GOOD FOR MY BABY!

*Lissandra slaps Ed around the face causing Dylan and TIO to smile broadly before she looks at Dave Branson and Knux.*

Lissandra Thomas: Dave? Knux? Would you mind awfully...

*She turns back to Ed Houston.*

Lissandra Thomas: ...Taking out the trash?

*The fans are not happy at all and start a 'Rocket Man' chant while Lissandra takes a step back securing herself in place behind her husband and TIO. She contorts her mouth into an evil, twisted grin and nods quickly to Dylan. Dylan smirks and nods to TIO. The four men that make up most of the A-List all start walking towards Ed Houston.*

*Dave Branson is the first to reach out for Ed Houston, not managing to contain his composure any longer, wanting revenge for the Superkick at the end of Darkness Falls IV. He grabs Ed Houston around the throat and maneuvers him so Ed is standing in front of the giant cake.*

Lissandra Thomas: Yes! Yes David! Chokeslam him! Do it! Now!! DO IT!

*Still holding Ed by the throat, Dave Branson uncharacteristically starts screaming in Houston’s face.*

Dave Branson: You fuckin' dare kick me in the teeth would ya, ya fuckin' insect?! WE are the A-List, ya stupid bastard! We own you! Dylan owns you! TIO owns you! Liss owns you! And Knux and I? We're gonna fuckin' kill ya!

Rockwell: Oh my God! Someone needs to stop this!

Hood: Stop it?! This is fucking awesome! Go Dave, go! But... I think that's the most words that Dave has ever said.

Rockwell: Seriously... we need someone down here! This has gotten out of hand!

Hood: Oh, shut the fuck up Adrian, and grow a pair would you?

*Dave tightens his grip on Ed. He's about to throw him through the cake when all of a sudden, Ed breaks loose. Dave looks down and is shocked. He tries to pick Ed back up and gets hit with a hurricanrana, landing in the sheet cake. Ed stares at his handiwork, smiling as he walks to the center of the ring and right into a Perfect Finisher from Dylan Thomas. Thomas looks around the ring with a giddy look on his face. He's not done yet though. He quickly follows that up with a Mind Your Head, Bitch! that lays Houston clean out for a few moments.*

Hood: He got him again! Hah!

*Lissandra is on the opposite side of the ring, playing cheerleader and Dylan grabs the GCWA World Championship and holds it up, soaking in the boos. He smirks and throws the championship to the mat next to Ed.*

Dylan Thomas: I'm going to be your PERFECT world champion soon!

*He yells to the fans. The crowd responds with overwhelming boos. He exits the ring as Dave gets up to his feet and wipes the cake off of his body. He looks disgusted at Ed and is about to start to attack him but Dylan calls him off. Dave Branson is not happy that his suit is ruined, but does as his boss says and holds the ropes open for a grinning Lissandra.*

*She beckons the camera closer and mouths the words "That's my man!" while walking behind Dylan, pointing to him. She eventually catches up, so that the couple are walking together. They clasp hands and kiss, smiling at one another.*

*The A-List leaves the ring and heads to up to the top of the ramp. The smirk on Dylan's face is noticeable. He stares a hole through Ed as The Rocket Man makes it back to his feet, hand on his head, trying to figure out where exactly he is and as, all five members of the A-List raise each other's arms to a deafening chorus of boos.*

*Suddenly the metal version of James Bond's theme blasts from the speakers and Detective Jack Puffer sneaks out on stage as the A-List are still celebrating their beat down of Houston.*

Rockwell: The Detective is here to make the save!

Hood: What?! No! Dave! Knux! Get in there!

*Puffer sneaks up behind TIO and attacks him from behind with a cheap shot, before anyone can react! Ed Houston watches on with a huge smile on his face. TIO is back up immediately and chases Jack Puffer backstage with the rest of the A-List in tow as the screen fades to commercial.*





*"Not Gonna Die" by Skillet hits the speakers and people begin to cheer as they know who is about to step through the curtain.*

Rockwell: This young man made his debut earlier tonight - and what a debut it was!

Hood: But Lucas beat Lightning! That's not saying much, Adrian!

Rockwell: Hood, let's not take away from Lucas's achievements - it's still a win.

*Lucas Thames emerges onto the stage, now in street clothes. Jeans, shoes and a TAPOUT hoodie with the hood up. He emerges out through the curtain, raising his arms to cheers. He nods slightly in thanks. Lucas makes his way down the ramp, slapping the odd hand of fans but mostly staying focused on the ring. At the ring he climbs through the ropes after wiping his feet on the apron and politely asks for a microphone.*

Lucas Thames: Evening. Again.

*The crowd cheers.*

Lucas Thames: I want to extend my congratulations to my opponent from earlier tonight. I may've won but kid... you've got heart. Thanks for the warm up.

*The crowd cheers again.*

Lucas Thames: But... that's not the only reason why I'm here. I want to talk about what happened here merely moments ago. And Dylan Thomas.

*The crowd boo and Lucas nods along with them.*

Lucas Thames: I know. I know. I want to give you all a history lesson... you see myself and Dylan, while we've never seen eye to eye - and likely never will... we do go way back. You see... we were in a federation years ago called RCUW - along with a few people you might have heard of? The Dravers Boys and Robert Morbidus?

*Pockets of the crowd cheer the OCW alumni and Lucas smiles briefly.*

Lucas Thames: Yeah, well... I just want to say that Dylan Thomas has always been a self-righteous son of a bitch and deserves to be taken down a peg. So I'm extending my assistance to Jack Puffer and Ed Houston. I've seen the way you've been treated by the A-List as of late and I don't like it. So if you accept, feel free to call on me in a jam. If not, well I'll still be keeping an eye on you Thomas!

*Lucas drops the microphone looking steely eyed into the camera.*

Rockwell: I... didn't expect that!

Hood: Who is this goon? Thinking he can just waltz in here and take on Dylan Thomas and win? I mean the A-List have the backing of the Barrows brothers!

Rockwell: But not Deana Barrows!

*Lucas climbs out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp to cheers.*

Hood: Man, too many interruptions. Let's just get back to wrestling!

Rockwell: Two more matches to go tonight!


Singles Match
"Mad Dog" Mark Wright (4-1) vs. Fisher Goldblum (0-2)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... coming to the ring... standing 6'8" and weighing 288 lbs... from Winsor Ontario... accompanied by his sister, Adi Gold... here is Fisher Goldblum!!

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

Rockwell: Adi took a rough loss in a #1 contenders match at Darkness Falls, thanks in part to Fisher getting distracted by Dangerous Dan...

Hood: And his bologna!

Rockwell: Tonight, Fisher can earn some redemption, but he's got to find a way past the GCWA North American Champion!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 238 lbs... from The Hills of West Virginia... with his manager, Sunny Jim... the GCWA North American Champion... "Mad Dog" Mark Wright!!

"AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGG! ROOF! ROOF! ROOF!"

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

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

*"Mad Dog" Mark Wright comes barreling through the entrance way. Chugging a can of beer. He stops at the top of the entrance way, and smashes the can on his head. The North American Title is wrapped around his waist. Sunny Jim comes out from behind, walking with his client. Mad Dog throws the smashed can into the crowd and then pulls his jacket off throwing it down and runs down the entrance way and slides under the bottom rope into the ring.*

Rockwell: Mad Dog has already started his holiday celebrations this week.

Hood: I always hated the White Elephant gift exchange. I always ended up with socks.

Rockwell: Were they at least Christmas socks?

Hood: No! I don't even think they were washed before being put into the box!

Rockwell: That's what you get, going to a Christmas party with wrestlers involved.

Hood: Sometimes I hate Christmas.

*Mad Dog is talking with the referee, who seems to be asking if there should still be an announcement. He nods and turns to Minos, who goes back to the center of the ring.*

Minos: Per accepted conditions before this contest... the North American Title WILL be on the line!

*The crowd cheers, loving the excitement added to the match. Fisher, confused, turns and talks to an energized Adi, trying to figure out what's going on.*

Hood: Seriously?

Rockwell: Mad Dog's following in the tradition of Duce Jones! The belt will be defended!

Hood: But why? Why not take some weeks off and just enjoy being champ? These guys are crazy...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go! Will we have a new champion?

Hood: I think Fisher's still lost...

*Fisher is still scratching his head as he turns away from Adi, trying to figure out if he should wrestle any differently now that it's a championship match. Unfortunately, he should have at least increased his focus, as Mad Dog is already coming in... nailing Fisher with the Mountaineer Lariat!!! Fisher goes down hard, holding the back of his head after impact. Adi immediately jumps on the apron, screaming at Mad Dog, but Sunny Jim is quickly behind her to pull her back down! Adi and Sunny Jim argue, with Jim correctly pointing out that this isn't Adi's match.*

Rockwell: Mad Dog doesn't want to waste any time!

Hood: Keep in mind that Mad Dog had a brutal match last Sunday as well, so the quicker he can finish this, the better his chances.

Rockwell: Yep, and if that shot was any indication, Mad Dog's planning for a short night!

*To his credit, Fisher is starting to get up on shaky legs after the impact he just took. Mad Dog waits for him to rise up, then charges the big man again, hitting his second Mountaineer Lariat!! The fans are cheering as the North American Champion looks ready to end it already! He watches Fisher once again trying to stand after the lariats, waiting. Fisher, turning, seems to be looking for Adi through dazed eyes. He turns right into Mad Dog, who drops with the Wright Way (RKO)!! Mad Dog then hurries to the turnbuckle, going up! Adi seems to think about charging that corner, but Sunny Jim is in her way again, as Mad Dog reaches the top and immediately takes flight with Go Mad (Top Rope Diving Headbutt)!! It lands perfectly, with Mad Dog then making the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... and STILL GCWA North American Champion... "Mad Dog" Mark Wright!!

Rockwell: A decisive victory for the champion!

Hood: I think adding the title defense was a little too much for Fisher's brain. He imploded.

Rockwell: Yes, despite his size, Fisher Goldblum hasn't had much success in the GCWA. Meanwhile, the roll continues for Mad Dog, as he goes into the new year with a strong winning streak!

Hood: Who will step up next for the North American Championship Challenge?

*Mad Dog celebrates quickly with Sunny Jim, who seems to be thinking that Mad Dog needs stronger competition in the future. Adi is back in the ring, very disappointed in her brother, as we fade away.*



*We go back to the party, where various wrestlers and alumni are all hanging out, talking about the current product. In one corner, we can see the Danger Boiz discussing the fine art of tag-team wrestling with the Wrath of the Storm. Lightning seems to have recovered from earlier, although he's nursing a sore neck. He tries to stretch it out, flinging his arm out to the side... and catching the drink of a person next to him. He looks that direction, already starting to apologize, and then turns pale as he takes in a furious-looking Brady Vega!*

Lightning: Uh oh...

*Vega crumples up what's left of his drink, then turns and swings, nailing Lightning in the side of the head! Lightning falls back, as Thunder jumps to his partner's defense, inadvertently knocking Dangerous Dan backwards into another group of wrestlers. As things tend to go, brawls break out everywhere, as the party immediately becomes chaos! We cut away from the scene to a commercial break...*





*We come back to the brawl still in progress around the Christmas party. Crazy Chris can be seen, using one of the 'fake' Christmas packages to smash it over Xtreme's head! Lightning goes flying by, getting launched into the punch table with a violent landing! As we see Lightning laying in the debris... the lights suddenly go out!*

Various Wrestlers: What The Hell??

*The lights come back on, and we see most of the fighting has ceased, just due to the shock of it all. Standing at the buffet is Mike Zybala, who is already working to put together a nice plate of food for himself. He smiles back at the wrestlers, happy to do his part. As the wrestlers start to turn his way... the lights go out again! When they return, Zybala (and his plate of food) is nowhere to be found. The wrestlers start to disengage, their enthusiasm lost, as we go back to ringside.*

Hood: I guess Zybala's powers CAN be used for good... but I still really want the Ghostbusters to catch him.

Rockwell: You tried calling them, remember, Hood? Nobody believes he's actually a ghost but you.

Hood: I'll find a way to get proof! I swear it!

Rockwell: You work on that, Hood. For now, we're ready for more wrestling!


Singles Match
Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (6-20-1) vs. Tony Savage (5-1)

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

*The crowd gives a warm reaction, excited for one more match tonight.

Minos: 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 hometown 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.*

Hood: I gotta ask, who decided the Janitor should be in the main event?

Rockwell: It was a rather weak card, honestly. But Vaughn HAS shown the ability to pull the upset before.

Hood: Yeah, but he was about to quit the business before that other custodian talked him out of it!

Rockwell: Maybe that means Vaughn will be more motivated in this one. We shall see...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 231 lbs... from Atlanta, Georgia... he is one-half of the GCWA Tag-Team Champions of the World... 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. The device they're using beeps as it passes over the Tag Title that Savage is wearing. 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: Savage showed off his workout skills this week, followed by a very strong message towards Vaughn.

Hood: I know Savage wants to "tear down talent and rebuild them" to make them better and all... but this is The Janitor. He hasn't changed in years.

Rockwell: Maybe not, but Savage does have an impressive argument. Both Duce Jones and "Mad Dog" Mark Wright have had success after wrestling him, which might give Savage the credence that he elevated both their games.

Hood: All I know is, if Vaughn lasts more than a minute, it's a miracle.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Well, start your timer, Hood, because here we go!

Hood: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5..

Rockwell: I didn't mean counting out loud...

Hood: Don't make me mess up! 7... 8...

*Vaughn parades his mop around once more, seeming to have renewed confidence in being in the ring. Savage, seeing this, suddenly walks over, grabbing the mop out of Vaughn's hands! Vaughn, startled, steps back, as Savage teases breaking the mop over his knee! The fans immediately start screaming, as Vaughn frantically shakes his head, begging Savage not to do it. Savage, sighing, tosses the mop out of the ring instead, leaving it on the outside. He turns to Vaughn, demanding that he show him something tonight. He's right in Vaughn's face now, giving him a stern pep talk, as the crowd reacts.*

Hood: I thought the mop was toast!

Rockwell: It survived, for now. It looks like Savage just wants to motivate Vaughn at this point, to make it a true fight! No more goofing around!

*Vaughn says something back to Savage, looking uncertain. He looks back at the fans, then turns to Savage... who paintbrushes him across the face! The crowd gives a loud "Oooo" at that shot, as Vaughn looks stunned. He steps back towards Savage, saying something else... and Savage smacks him again! Vaughn is now looking a little frustrated and angry as he turns towards Savage a third time. Savage swings again... and Vaughn grabs his hand, holding it in place! The fans erupt, as Vaughn pushes the arm away... and then smacks Savage back!! Savage barely turns, looking right back at Vaughn with a grin.*

Rockwell: If Savage wants to inspire Vaughn to greater things, he might have just succeeded!

Hood: I can't believe The Janitor had the courage to do that to someone like Savage!

Rockwell: Yeah, it was a brave decision...

Hood: And now Savage will probably murder him...

*Vaughn steps back, positioning himself defensively, but Savage waves him on, wanting more. Vaughn nods, saying what the hell, and comes in, swinging with his right... only to have Savage easily block it, twisting and throwing Vaughn overhead with a nice self-defense maneuver! Vaughn hits and jumps back up, turning and swinging again, only for the same thing to happen. As Vaughn gets up a second time, Savage moves in, grabbing hold of Vaughn and locking him up from behind. He is in Vaughn's ear, demanding to know what the Janitor is going to do... and Vaughn suddenly reverses, managing to get behind Savage and turn it into a roll-up!! The ref dives in... 1... and Savage easily kicks out, spinning back to his feet.*

Rockwell: Wow! That would have been a shocker!

Hood: You want Vaughn at his best, you just might have it, Savage!

*Savage doesn't seem perturbed by the roll-up attempt. He even gives Vaughn a modest applause, still grinning. Vaughn's bouncing back and forth, hoping his speed will help him. He tries to dart in again to get behind Savage once more, but Savage can't be caught the same way twice. He blocks it, turning and quickly locking up Vaughn's arms before dropping with a double arm DDT! Vaughn holds his head, kicking his feet on the mat due to the damage. Savage hops back up, dropping a knee onto Vaughn's back and pulling at him, applying a Camel Clutch variation!*

Hood: Well, so much for that... Vaughn will be tapping any minute now...

Rockwell: Maybe so, but strangely, I think Savage is encouraging Vaughn not to quit!

*The camera zooms in to show Savage leaning close to Vaughn, apparently asking him how bad he wants to be a wrestler. Vaughn, fighting against the pain, threatens to tap, but Savage taunts him, wondering if he's just going to quit on his dream. Vaughn, suddenly struggling against the hold, gets an arm up to break through Savage's grip, and he forces his way out of the submission! Savage stands up and steps back, nodding. He waits as Vaughn gets back to his feet. The Janitor, breathing heavily, turns and decides to charge at Savage, trying to take him by surprise. It fails miserably, with Savage spinning him into a spinebuster!! Vaughn is down, as Savage continues to look intently at him.*

Hood: Not surprisingly, I think Savage is toying with Vaughn.

Rockwell: He's trying to teach him something, Hood, and maybe, in the long run, it will be better for Vaughn that he had this match.

Hood: If Savage doesn't decide to end his career here and now!

Rockwell I believe there's a strong betting pool out of Vegas that thinks we're going to see that tonight.

*Savage rises back up, looking barely winded so far in this one. His conditioning has really paid off in that regard. Vaughn, to his credit, is trying to get up as well, although he looks to be in much worse shape. But he's still fighting, turning and swinging wildly at Savage, who easily dodges it. Savage smiles, glad that his opponent didn't give up, as Vaughn tries to swing at him again. This time, though, Savage grabs him, launching Vaughn hard into the corner! Savage follows, picking up Vaughn to put him up higher, then locking him up and bringing him off the corner with a muscle buster!! The impact is huge, as Vaughn looks to be out. Savage, shaking his head, makes a very loose cover... 1... 2... and Vaughn gets his shoulder up!*

Rockwell: Somehow Vaughn escaped the pin!

Hood: He should have just let the referee count to 3! He's not beating someone like Tony Savage!

Rockwell: But Savage challenged him, and now Vaughn's putting all his heart into his wrestling dream tonight!

*Vaughn rolls over to his stomach, trying to find the intestinal fortitude to get back up. He rises to his hands and knees, then starts working his way vertical, as the fans can be heard cheering The Janitor on. Vaughn manages to get to his feet, barely able to stand after that last move. He slowly turns, seeing Savage standing on the other side of the ring. Vaughn lifts both fists, refusing to quit, and starts to stumble towards Savage, who looks on appreciatively. He also then jumps forward, going right past Vaughn's defenses and scoring with One Shot, One Kill!!! Vaughn topples over, laying on the mat, as Savage, content, drops down to make the clean cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: Well, Vaughn didn't win, and wasn't tremendously competitive, but he at least showed some heart to Tony Savage.

Hood: And Savage responded by punching him in said heart.

Rockwell: That's the wrestling business for you. We'll have to see what Peter Vaughn's career looks like when he returns in 2020. In the meantime, Savage gets another strong win, and you have to wonder what tag-team is going to rise up to face him & Vega for the straps.

Hood: Man, I hope Sex & Violence shows up!

Rockwell: That seems unlikely.

*Savage doesn't do much celebrating in the ring, although he does allow the referee to raise his arm. He looks down at Vaughn, nodding to him for the competition. Vaughn is still out of it, holding his chest where the punch landed. He's certainly not feeling too successful at the moment.*



*We go backstage once more, to the co-owner's suite. Jonathan Barrows is sitting alone in his office, staring at the camera. He smiles, which always looks like he's using muscles that haven't gotten much of a workout. He manages it, though, as he's prepared to talk to the fans.*

Jonathan Barrows: It's been a crazy four months, hasn't it? But it's been a dream come true. I just want to say thank you to all of our fans out there who have made this dream... MY dream... a reality.

*Barrows smiles again, reaching down and picking up a wrapped sandwich from presumably a desk drawer.*

Jonathan Barrows: Seriously... none of this could have happened... without you...

*Jonathan looks deep into the camera, as if looking at one particular person. Who, oh who, could it be?*

Jonathan Barrows: Your contribution may eventually be forgotten... it most probably will be... but I won't forget...

*Jonathan slowly opens the wrapped sandwich, showing that it is actually a chicken sandwich. He lifts it up, so the camera can see it.*

Jonathan Barrows: Merry Christmas to... most of you... and to all, a good night...

*Jonathan takes a big bite of the chicken sandwich, then chews it up, smiling at the camera once more. We fade out.*

OOC: The last show of 2019 is up! Wooo! Now I'm going to go back to bed, take some Ibuprofen and antibiotics, and try to recover for next week's 'staycation'.

We'll be having our next show on January 10th, 2020, so you have the next few weeks off. I'll work to post stuff on the board, and you guys are welcome to as well. We'll see if we can build up to a strong 2020, and keep this ship rolling! Matches for that show will be up to you guys letting me know if you can wrestle or not. For now, have a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, January 10th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, TX

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

TBD

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, January 3rd to Wednesday, January 8th, giving you 6 days to post a roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!