GCWA Friday Night Inferno


*After a long break, one that felt like it lasted years, we're finally coming back. It's time once again for the Global Championship Wrestling Association to broadcast Friday Night Inferno! You're settled, you're comfy, maybe you'd like to order a pizza, but that can wait for the first commercial break. For now, it's time to watch... live!*

*The screen goes back for a few moments, after the GCWA logo flashes by, letting us know we're in the right place. A voice can be heard, echoing from the darkness.*

Voice: 2019 has moved on. It was a year of monumental change... and historic proceedings...

*Images began flashing towards the camera, aiming to either side of our screen. Voices from the past are also heard.*

The Accelerator: Howdy, all! It's great to be back!

Hood: Derek Mobley is back! Is he going to defend the World Championship??

Dylan Thomas: As you can see, I've got your ride all ready for you, Duce.

Rockwell: We've entered a strange era. Once again, The Big Bifford is a World Champion!

Jonathan Barrows: I'm sorry... but it's just business. Boyo.

Hood: I can't believe Duce is just inviting anyone to fight him for his North American Title!

Duce Jones: I'd going to intro-DUCE you...

Hood: It's Eric Dane!!! Eric Dane is here in the GCWA!!

TIO: Tonight, you witness the debut of...

Dylan Thomas/Lissandra Thomas/TIO: The A-List!

Rockwell: The Biff End has been banned!

Jonathan Barrows: DON'T DO IT *static*!!

Rockwell: The reign of Duce Jones is over! Mad Dog is North American Champion, thanks mainly to Zybala's intervention!

Ed Houston: I'm not willing to compromise my ethics for the easy road. I want to earn everything I'm given.

Rockwell: He's done it!! After months of working his way to this moment, Ed Houston is the World Champion!!

Jonathan Barrows: Mr. *static*... you put up a good fight, big man. Congrats on a good match, FORMER champ. Oh, and with that said... YOU'RE FIRED!!!

*The videos finish showing The A-List attacking Ed Houston, bringing us here tonight. The image gets a little brighter, showing a woman standing in a muted spotlight. It is Deana Barrows.*

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! The crowd is fired up, excited for the first Inferno of the new year. We head towards the ringside area to join Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: Hello, everyone, and welcome to a new year of the GCWA!

Hood: Wooo! We didn't close!

Rockwell: Always worth celebrating. Tonight, the battles continue between long-time rivals and some epic superstars. In our main event, The Incredible One returns to the ring for his first match since High Rollers, as he laid out a challenge and accepted Mike Zybala as his foe!

Hood: I mean, I wish TIO would have chosen a tougher opponent, but it will still be fun to watch him dismantle the ghost.

Rockwell: I doubt it will be an easy fight, Hood. Zybala has looked extremely competitive here in the GCWA, and almost took the North American Championship at Darkness Falls!

Hood: I know you're trying to hype tonight's card, Adrian, but don't lie to the people and say Zybala's on the same level as Mr. Incredible.

Rockwell: After the struggles that TIO had in 2019, I think the better question is if TIO is on the same level as Zybala.

Hood: *Gasp* I can't believe you said that.

Rockwell: I just speak the truth here, Hood. TIO will have the opportunity later tonight to show that he's returned to form. But that's not our only great match tonight. Bob Grenier and Chad Vargas, former GCWA Tag Champs together, will renew their feud and battle it out here tonight. Crazy Chris, a GCWA Hall of Famer, will wrestle one of the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions, Brady Vega! That, plus so much more!

Hood: Yeah, you have to admit, Jonathan & Hunter Barrows put together a pretty sweet card tonight.

Rockwell: And we might as well kick it off with our opening contest!

Hood: Fuck yeah!


Singles Match
Jack Puffer (4-2) vs. Aaron Warthog (0-1)

Minos: It is time to start the night... introducing first... 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: Warthog's career didn't get off to quite the start he wanted, so he requested a match against Jack Puffer to start the year.

Hood: I mean, if this was early 2019, I'd understand that. But as strange as it sounds, Puffer isn't the jobber he used to be in OCW.

Rockwell: Maybe Warthog's hoping for a return to form. We'll have to see what happens tonight.

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: It looks like Puffer's still trying to heal from a bad infection...

Hood: We may need to disinfect the ring after this one. We don't want a herpes outbreak among the wrestlers.

Rockwell: Honestly, should he even be wrestling?

Hood: Hey, until Warrick Hill shows up again, Puffer's all we've got!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Who will get the first victory of 2020?

Hood: We really should have gone with a bigger match to kick things off...

*Puffer spends a few extra seconds in the corner, cautiously touching the side of his mouth. It's healed a little bit, but not nearly enough. Warthog, staying true to his word, wastes no time, as he charges at Puffer in the corner, going for the Stampede!! Puffer manages to avoid it, though, leaping over Warthog, who catches himself before hitting the turnbuckle, Warthog turns around and immediately charges again, still intent on putting away Puffer quickly. The Good Detective, though, leaps up, hitting Warthog with a dropkick! Warthog stumbles to the side, redirected. Before Warthog can recover, Puffer hurries up behind him, grabbing at him from behind and pulling him into the roll-up! The referee is there... 1... 2.. and Warthog kicks free, avoiding the quick loss.*

Rockwell: We almost started 2020 with one of the fastest times ever!

Hood: I know Warthog wants to hit the Stampede, but he needs to not be so one-dimensional!

Rockwell: In the meantime, Puffer wants a quick win, both to get back to his search for Warrick Hill and to get back to whatever medication he's using.

*Warthog pulls himself back up, looking confused why his strategy wasn't successful. He turns around, looking for Puffer, who jumps at him. Puffer swings around on Warthog's shoulders, applying a sleeper hold!! Warthog staggers, struggling at the mass leaning back on his throat. After a few seconds, though, Warthog uses his weight, shoving himself backwards. The two wrestlers head in reverse, with Warthog crushing Puffer in the corner! Puffer breaks the hold, hurting from the weight that just got pressed into him, allowing Warthog to fall forward and catch his breath. He works to get back up, never an easy feat for someone of his size.*

Rockwell: Warthog lands some offense!

Hood: But he did it to escape a hold, so wouldn't that be defense?

Rockwell: Either way, it worked, as Warthog still has a chance!

*As Puffer sags in the corner, shaking off the blow, Warthog moves to the side. He notices where Puffer is leaning, now an easy target. Warthog smiles, sets himself back into a stance, and charges forward, once more going for the Stampede!! He rushes in with all his weight leading the way... but Puffer suddenly straightens up, clearly having been playing possum! He springs himself up on the turnbuckle and jumps, clearing over-top of Warthog, who hits the corner this time, having been so sure of impact! As Warthog staggers back, Puffer turns and grabs hold, dropping him with a variation of Under The Lights!!! Warthog collapses to the mat, not moving, as Puffer moves into a pinning combination, making sure to keep Warthog's left arm and leg away from the ropes. The ref slides in... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Hood: So much for Warthog having a chance.

Rockwell: Puffer quickly figured out that his opponent was dead set on landing one of his big moves, and he tricked him into trying it one more time.

Hood: For a guy I've never credited with much intelligence, I have to admit that Puffer thinks fast on his feet.

Rockwell: Warthog takes another loss, but hopefully he's learned another valuable lesson. As for Puffer, that's his fifth win in the GCWA!

Hood: I don't think he came close to that in OCW...

Rockwell: No, but it's a New Era, and it's a new Jack Puffer!

Hood: Just don't let anyone kiss him...

*Puffer celebrates briefly, but just moving around that much has him feeling the pain. He leaves the ring, nodding to the fans at ringside. One of them holds up a bag of pork skins, offering it to him. Puffer immediately slaps it away with wide eyes, before quickly hurrying up the aisle. We cut away.*



*We go to the executive suite in the GCWA Arena, where Jonathan Barrows appears to be enjoying himself. He's eating from a bowl of fruit as he sits back, with a television set up to show every bit of action from the wrestling event. Hunter and Deana Barrows both come in from the side, with Deana giving Hunter a little nudge forward. Hunter clears his throat, stepping up towards his brother.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hello, Hunter. Deana. I was wondering if you two were going to show up. Not that there's that much going on. Just the first wrestling show of the year.

Hunter Barrows: Sorry, Jonny. I was just having a talk with Deana...

Jonathan Barrows: Which would be a mistake.

*Jonathan doesn't even glance over at his sister, who doesn't appear bothered by the suggestion.*

Hunter Barrows: Well, I mean... we wanted to talk to you, bro...

Jonathan Barrows: Okay, "bro". What's up?

*Jonathan looks over at his brother, still staying in a good mood. Hunter stares at Deana for a second, who gives him her support.*

Hunter Barrows: Okay, look... when it came to The B...

Jonathan Barrows: DON'T... say it...

Hunter Barrows: Sorry... when it came to... He Who Must Not Be Named...

*Jonathan nods, content with this Harry Potter-inspired nickname.*

Hunter Barrows: I mean, I understood and agreed with you when he was fired. I mean, he laid his hands on you, and you can't do that to leadership.

*Jonathan appears to agree, as he goes back for more fruit. At least he hasn't forced anyone else to peel it for him... yet...*

Hunter Barrows: And with Ed Houston, well, he DID refuse to work with us, so I guess I can see your animosity with him...

*Jonathan waits, then motions one hand, wanting his brother to get to the point. Deana looks a little impatient as well, wanting Hunter to stop beating around the bush.*

Hunter Barrows: But as for Duce Jones... I mean, a lot of people think he was one of our strongest wrestlers in the GCWA last year, and he helped get some free advertising for us, to boot...

Jonathan Barrows: Maybe he did... but he did it to help himself, not us.

Hunter Barrows: Oh, no doubt. But still... we've seen the contract that you put together for Mr. Jones after what happened this week... and... well, don't you think it's a little... too much?

*Jonathan shakes his head, standing up. He turns to his family members, the ones he hasn't backstabbed out of the business.*

Jonathan Barrows: I know you've got a soft spot for some wrestlers, Hunter. And I know you've had "Eve" here whispering in your ear. But you have to understand... Duce Jones is questioning our leadership. He's going out on social media, complaining about not being booked. If we just ignored it... more would get used to doing it. Do you understand?

*Hunter looks from Jonathan to Deana, and back again.*

Hunter Barrows: I suppose so, bro.

*Deana sighs, knowing the battle is lost. Without a single word, she turns and leaves the room, putting a smirk on Jonathan Barrows' face.*

Jonathan Barrows: Don't you worry, Hunter. We're doing the right thing tonight. Trust me.

*Jonathan reaches out and brings Hunter in for a quick hug. He stares over his shoulder, watching as the door shuts where Deana was standing. The picture fades out.*





*We head to the backstage area, where we see Chris and Dan in the hallway. The brothers are making their way towards ringside area. Chris notices the cameraman coming in closer. He taps on Dan's chest, who is looking down at something. Dan looks up to see Chris pointing at the camera heading towards them. Both brothers smile, as they seemingly know this typically means a promo or shoot interview. Chris looks directly into the lens.*

Crazy Chris: So, I see you're here to get my thoughts on this upcoming match aren't ya? Well let me just start off by saying that as I stated the other day, I'm tired of being looked over. I'm tired of being treated like just some random guy who works for the Barrow Brothers.

*Dan shakes his head and rolls his eyes at the same time, already knowing what Chris is going through.*

Crazy Chris: You see, I beat Jace Savage back in October to EARN our shot at the tag team titles. I destroyed Jace and laid him out cold. You would think after beating the champs and having that to be YOUR shot at the titles, you would think that Dan and I would get that at High Rollers, wouldn't you? But did that happen?

*Chris turns his attention towards Dan who shakes his head no. Chris turns back to the camera*

Crazy Chris: No, it didn't. It was all set for the Danger Boiz to once again become tag team champions, but our good old buddy Jonathan Barrows had other ideas, didn't he? He decides that two unworthy opponents should face the champions at High Rollers, and not us. Fine. I can live with waiting. But how long do the Danger Boiz have to wait?

Dangerous Dan: How do you think it makes us feel when some random washed up OCW Hall of Famers gets our tag team title shot and we're left on the side lines. Hell, I haven't had but one match since returning. Do you think the Barrow Brothers care about that?

Crazy Chris: Obviously not.

Dangerous Dan: That's right. I should have competed at Darkness Falls, but I was left off the card. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of my brother, but I deserve better and just like Chris, I'm done being pushed to the sidelines. I'm done being fucked over by Jonathan and his brother.

*Dan's face begins to turn red as he turns around and begins pacing back and forth behind Chris. Chris grabs the camera and puts it directly into his face.*

Crazy Chris: From this point on, the Danger Boiz are taking over GCWA. We are Hall of Famers around here, and if Ace was still running the place, we wouldn't be treated like this. Jonathan, this goes directly out to you "buddy". You keep fucking with me and Dan, and we're going to make it a living hell around here for you. We've kept our mouths shut for far too long, and it stops right here. We're taking our tag team titles, and once I'm done with Brady Vega, we're coming for those precious gold belts. Neither you nor your brother are keeping us from that opportunity. If you don't believe me, watch what I do to one half of your precious tag team champions. I'm pissed and out for blood. We're taking back GCWA and that's the Gospel of Crazy Chris: Chapter FUCK verse YOU.

*Chris pushes the camera out of the way and heads off for his match against Brady Vega. The camera pans out as Dangerous Dan starts to walk behind his brother. He stops for a brief second and backs up to focus into the camera.*

Dangerous Dan: The ENDD is near boyos. Can you feel it?

*Dan now follows his brother as the disappear around the corner. We return to ringside.*

Hood: The Danger Boiz better be careful. If He Who Must Not Be Named can be fired, anyone can.

Rockwell: Maybe, but their frustration is well-deserved. Let's get to our next...



*"Losing your mind" by Black Label Society begins to play over the PA and the fans begin to cheer as Mad Dog Mark Wright burst out onto the entrance way with the GCWA North American championship in one hand and a Mason jar in the other hand. Mad Dog goes to one corner of the entrance way and holds the championship up to a round of cheers, and takes a swig from the jar, toasting the Houston crowd. Mad Dog goes to the other side and does the same and then heads down the entrance way to the ring.*

Rockwell: The North American Champion is back in the building!

Hood: About damn time!

*Mad Dog climbs the ring steps and stops to look at the GCWA faithful as they cheer him on. Mad Dog smiles and tips the jar to the crowd and then takes another swig of it before stepping through the ropes. Mad Dog takes the middle of the ring and tosses the North American championship over his shoulder, and pulls a microphone from his back pocket.*

Mad Dog: MAD DOG IS BACK IN THE HOUSE!!!

*The crowd lets out a big pop.*

Mad Dog: Old Mad Dog hasn't been to active since y'all saw me beat Fisher Goldblum like a thirteen year old on his willie. Well, Old Mad Dog been in the orient, showing the people of Jay Pan just what a good old AMERICAN, country boy can do. Needless to say, they found out, just like Iran is fittin to find out, that when you step to Merica, you get a big ole boot in ya ass.

Crowd: U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!

Mad Dog: U! S! A!

Crowd: U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!

Mad Dog: Man, Old Mad Dog missed the States, and I sure missed you... GEE CEE DUBYA AHH fans.

Crowd: . GEE CEE DUBYA AHH! . GEE CEE DUBYA AHH! . GEE CEE DUBYA AHH!

Mad Dog: Now that I'm back, and the . GEE CEE DUBYA AHH, is back in the swing of things, it's time for me to be defending this here North American championship. Now, old Ducey was a hell of a champion and set a great example.

Old Mad Dog, he ain't one to be done. I'm a working man, a common man, a man of the people, and baby I believe that hardwork and talent deserves to be recognized, so Old Mad Dog isn't going to be a part time champion, I'm going to be a FIGHTING CHAMPION!

*The crowd pops big, and begins cheering and Mad Dog takes a swig from the Mason jar.*

Mad Dog: There's a lot of people in the Gee Cee Dubya Ah, who bust their butts week in and week out, and there's a lot of deserving people who have earned a shot at this North American championship. So, I'm issuing an open invitation to any current member of the roster to have a shot at me and this champio...

*"Way Of The Fist" by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play over the PA, cutting Mad Dog off. Mad Dog grins as he knows whose music this is. Mad Dog looks down the entrance way to see Tony Savage standing with a microphone.*

Rockwell: It's one of the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions!

Hood: And one of the most lethal guys on the roster! Oh, you done fucked up now, Mad Dog!

Tony Savage: Mad Dog, you stupid son of a....

*Tony is cut off as "The Demon" Daniel Wright blasts him from behind with a steel chair! Savage falls flat on his face, but quickly gets up to all fours. Sunny Jim comes running out and is screaming for The Demon to hit him again. The Demon obliges, lifting the chair up and slamming it across the back of Tony Savage.*

Hood: Holy shit!

Rockwell: It was an ambush!!

*Meanwhile, Mad Drog drops the microphone and even his Mason jar and jumps out of the ring. Sunny Jim tells The Demon to keep it up, and he does delivering a third chair shot to the back of Tony Savage.*

Rockwell: Sunny Jim & The Demon are making sure Tony Savage isn't competing tonight!

Hood: Or possibly ever! Fuck, I never gave Mad Dog enough credit! This is brilliant!

*Sunny grabs Savage by the hair and lifts him to his knees. Sunny then instructs The Demon to smash the chair across the head of Savage. The Demon gives a wicked smile and pulls the chair back and begins to swing, but stops mid-swing as Mad Dog steps in front of Savage.*

The Demon: WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU DOING!?!

Mad Dog: DA F**K YOU DOING!?!

*Sunny Jim quickly steps in-between the two brothers who are getting nose to nose. Sunny pushes the camera man back making it hard to hear what the brothers are saying to each other, but the body language clearly shows them arguing.*

Hood: So much for giving Mad Dog credit. I should have known this could only have come from Sunny Jim!

*Sunny tries to calm the two men down as the show goes to commercial, and EMT's run out to check on Tony Savage.*





*We return from the break to doctors still checking on Tony Savage, who is at least sitting up. Mad Dog, The Demon, and Sunny Jim have all left the scene.*

Rockwell: We're back, and it looks like Savage might be stretchered out of here after that unprovoked attack from "The Demon" Daniel Wright. I really thought for a moment we were going to get an amazing rematch between Mad Dog and Savage!

Hood: And that would have been awesome. But considering Savage beat Mad Dog the last time they fought, I'd say the smarter move was to take Savage out first. Sunny Jim & The Demon apparently agreed with me.

Rockwell: Mad Dog certainly didn't! I don't think I've ever seen him look so angry!

Hood: He'll get over it. It's family, after all. Besides, I'm not convinced that it wasn't just an act from him. After all, he got to leave with his title, didn't he?

*The medics work to get Savage situated on the stretcher, but he shoves one away from him hard. The other steps back, not wanting the same treatment. Savage then stands up, refusing to be stretchered out. The fans give a cheer as he slowly starts walking towards the back, ignoring any efforts to help him. He looks furious.*

Rockwell: I wouldn't want to be The Demon once Tony Savage finds him.

Hood: Nope, not in a million years. Of course, I don't know if I'd ever want to be a demon. Although a demon could kill a ghost like Zybala, couldn't it?

Rockwell: I'm not even going to answer that. Let's just get our next contest going...


Singles Match
Dave Branson (0-1) vs. Fisher Goldblum (0-3)

Minos: The next bout... will be fought under No Disqualification rules... now coming to the ring... standing 6'8" and weighing 288 lbs... from Winsor, Ontario... joined 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: Who knew that Fisher Goldblum had artistic talent?

Hood: Well, I mean, I suppose. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Rockwell: You seriously didn't like the painting he did?

Hood: Oh, the painting! I was talking about the hole he punched through a wall.

Rockwell: That was shocking as well, showing the force this big man can deliver.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'7" and weighing 300 lbs... from Bel Air... accompanied by Lissandra Thomas... here is "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson!!

*"Watch Me Shine" by Fozzy plays. A shirtless Dave Branson wearing sunglasses comes out and stands on stage, arms crossed, emotionless. After a few moments, he walks to the ring, still showing zero emotion. Lissandra Thomas comes out after him, playing to the crowd with a few smirking gestures. Branson climbs over the top rope and stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed, eyeing his opponent.*

Rockwell: If you ask me, Branson was a little too focused in helping prepare Dylan Thomas for the World Title, rather than preparing himself for Fisher Goldblum.

Hood: Can you blame the guy? It's not like Goldblum has set the world on fire since he and his sister arrived.

Rockwell: Maybe not, but you never want to underestimate your opposition.

Hood: Did you SEE the way Branson destroyed that Hell's Angels gang? He'll be fine.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Two of the largest wrestlers in the GCWA giving us a show!

Hood: They may be similar in size, but Branson's way ahead in intelligence, especially with Lissandra there.

*Lissandra is applauding from the outside, looking forward to seeing Branson dominate. Adi, though, comes over towards Lissandra, trash-talking her. The two get face-to-face, with Lissandra not backing down, despite her pregnancy. Adi smirks at her, but then jumps back as Branson suddenly steps back out of the ring, dropping down between them. Adi backs off, looking a little concerned, although Branson still isn't showing any emotion. He's just there as a shield. Seeing this, Fisher comes out of the ring as well, dropping between Branson and Adi, protecting his sister. They have a stand-off, threatening to start brawling right then and there. But Lissandra puts a hand on Branson's shoulder and gets them to back up, telling him to bide his time.*

Hood: It's gotta be tough for Dave Branson, as he just wants to crack some skulls, but also needs to be there to protect Lissandra!

Rockwell: If Lissandra needs protection, maybe she should have stayed in the back.

Hood: You're being sexist, Adrian! Just because she's pregnant, she should stay away?

Rockwell: ... I don't know how to answer that without angering people either way.

Hood: Check mate!

*Fisher checks on Adi, who waves him away, saying she was fine and didn't need him. She still pats him on the shoulder, though, her only sign of thanks. Branson's already back in the ring, waiting. As Fisher gets up on the apron and steps over the ropes, Branson charges, punching away at the big man! He lands some solid blows, dragging Fisher over the ropes into the ring. He takes Fisher towards the corner, setting him up for a few more shots before leaning back and delivering a headbutt! Fisher immediately shakes it off, though, standing up and staring daggers at Branson! Branson, unperturbed, throws another headbutt, again with no effect! Fisher then rears back, delivering his own headbutt, staggering Branson backwards!*

Hood: Back off, Dave! That's one hard head!

Rockwell: Yeah, you don't want to smash skulls with Fisher Goldblum!

*Goldblum, now energized, grabs Branson by the head, preparing for another thunderous headbutt. Branson, though, blocks it by slicing a hand up, nailing Goldblum in his exposed windpipe! Goldblum falls back to the ropes, grabbing at his throat, trying to get oxygen back through it. Branson doesn't give him the opportunity, though, clotheslining the big man over the ropes to the outside! Branson follows, showing his determination, as he drops to the outside mat. He reaches into the audience, past a fan, pulling a chair out! Adi, seeing it, argues with the referee, who says there's nothing he can do. As Goldblum gets up, Branson smashes him across the back, causing a shriek of pain!*

Rockwell: That's just not necessary!

Hood: Every match Dave Branson wrestles is No Disqualification, Adrian! It's in his contract!

Rockwell: The Barrows should never have allowed it!

Hood: Don't second-guess the men in charge!

Rockwell: And Deana?

Hood: Oh, second-guess her all you want...

*Branson waits as Goldblum, hurting, tries to get up again. Branson rears back... and Adi's there, grabbing the chair from him! The fans, not normally huge fans of the woman, give a small cheer. Branson turns to her, giving her a head shake. Adi glares at him, throwing a few curse words, before threatening him with the chair herself! But now Lissandra is there, grabbing at the chair and hanging on! Adi spins to face her, angrily yanking the chair back away. But the distraction works, as Branson steps up, booting Adi in the face! The sister of Fisher falls down, holding her head, as Branson shakes his head again and turns back to Fisher... who yells and runs straight at him, sending them both careening backwards into the barricade!!*

Hood: Lissandra barely got out of the way! Thank God!

Rockwell: Branson didn't, though, and those fans just got an up close and personal view of some major GCWA competitors!

Hood: Yeah, you want the front row experience, you GET the front row experience!

*Goldblum is up first, still fuming about Branson having laid his hands on his sister. He pulls Branson up, whipping him hard into the apron! As Branson winces, holding his back, Goldblum kicks him in the gut, bending the A-List Fixer over. Goldblum then locks onto him, lifting him into a powerbomb position. Goldblum turns and aims for the apron, spiking Branson with the powerbomb right onto it!!! Branson falls, his back in misery, as Goldblum lets out another yell. The audience is pumped, although those nearby are making sure to stay further back from the enraged monster in front of them.*

Rockwell: Fisher Goldblum is here to compete tonight!

Hood: About time! But of all the times to appear, why'd he have to choose a match with Dave and Lissandra??

Rockwell: It's a new year, Hood, and Adi & Fisher are looking to make an impact!

*Goldblum, rather than pressing his advantage, has moved around the ring to check on Adi. She is already getting up, although she's looking a little dazed from the boot that hit her face. She tells Fisher to go back to work, so he walks around to where Branson is trying to recover. Goldblum gets him back into the ring and follows, stomping his feet in anticipation. As Branson starts to get up, Goldblum grabs him to apply a bearhug! Branson reacts, though, using his own size and strength to push between Goldblum's arms, keeping him from locking his hands. Branson then reaches up, raking the eyes, causing Goldblum to release his hold and stumble back towards the corner. Branson adds to it, tripping up Goldblum to cause him to fall into the corner. Branson then jumps, landing a Curb Stomp!!! The fans react, shocked at the brutality, as Branson hangs on the ropes, his back killing him.*

Rockwell: That move should be illegal!

Hood: No Disqualification, Adrian!

Rockwell: I'm talking about police-level illegal!

Hood: Well, if you get right down to it, most of what these fighters do in the squared circle would be illegal outside of it, so...

Rockwell: I hate when you're right.

Hood: I know you do.

*Branson, at Lissandra's urging from outside, doesn't let up, driving his knee repeatedly into Goldblum's spine. He finally stops, bringing Goldblum back up, and grabs him by the back of the neck. Branson turns and runs Goldblum at the corner, planning to jam him inbetween the buckles! But Goldblum puts the breaks on at the last second, grabbing the ropes, and holds firm, even as Branson goes for a couple of shots to the ribs. Goldblum fires a back elbow to knock Branson back, then turns, latching onto his foe and taking him down with a swinging neckbreaker!! The move is so clean and precise that even the referee looks stunned, even as Goldblum makes the cover. The ref comes out of it and counts... 1... 2.. and Branson kicks free, avoiding the defeat.*

Rockwell: Powerbombs, neckbreakers... Fisher Goldblum is showing some actual wrestling knowledge tonight!

Hood: He probably saw it on TV and is an idiot something or other.

Rockwell: An idiot savant?

Hood: Yeah, that's what they call it. The idiot part's right, anyway.

Rockwell: No matter what insults you throw, Hood, it doesn't change the fact that Goldblum's giving Branson the fight he wanted!

*Adi is watching, still holding her head, as her brother yanks Branson off the canvas. In a great show of strength, Goldblum lifts Branson onto his shoulder, holding him for a powerslam variation. He takes a step... but Branson manages to drop behind him, avoiding the maneuver. He then cracks Goldblum in the back of the head with a forearm, sending him to his knees. Branson, seeing this, runs in behind Goldblum and smashes him with a knee, knocking Goldblum forward to the canvas! Branson rolls Goldblum over and gets on him for the pinfall attempt, doing his best to cover up the massive wrestler... 1... 2... but Goldblum manages to get his shoulder off the mat.*

Hood: Branson may not be known for his mat skills, but this is definitely a guy who knows how to hurt people.

Rockwell: It's been his job for many years, Hood. Who knows how many people have been injured by The A-List Fixer?

Hood: I'm sure it's more than you have, Adrian.

*Branson is back on his feet, looking over at Lissandra, who wants him to end this so she can get to other business. Branson nods and lifts Goldblum up, goozling him by the throat! He starts to set himself in position... and Goldblum answers, grabbing Branson with his own goozle!! The fans cheer as both men jockey for position, each struglling against the pressure being delivered to their throats. Goldblum's eyes go wide as he channels his energy, slowly pushing Branson backwards! Branson's grip on Goldblum lessens... and Branson kicks out, scoring a low blow to Fisher!! Goldblum gasps and releases his hold, and Branson quickly steps in, goozling Goldblum again and lifting him up with the massive FIXED Chokeslam!! Adi, seeing this, starts to go into the ring, but Lissandra's there, grabbing hold of her, as the referee makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson!!

Rockwell: For a moment there, I thought Goldblum was going to get the upset! But Branson showed he's willing to do anything to win, just like his boss!

Hood: And what's that make him, Adrian?

Rockwell: A son of a...

Hood: No, a winner, Adrian. It makes him a winner!

Rockwell: I'll grant it to him, Branson got the win within the No Disqualification rules. But it still burns me to see someone winning after a low blow.

Hood: It burns every man in here, me included. That had to hurt!

Rockwell: Despite this one not going his way, Fisher Goldblum put up a good fight tonight, which might lead to bigger things in the near future for him and Adi. For now, though, Dave Branson & Lissandra are the ones who get to celebrate.

*Branson is standing tall in the ring, with one arm laying on the ropes. Lissandra is outside now, smirking as Adi tends to her brother, Fisher, who has rolled to the outside. Adi glares at Lissandra, wanting to smack the taste out of her mouth, but committed for the moment to her brother's well-being.*



*Branson is still celebrating inside the ring when all of the sudden the lights cut out. A singular spotlight comes on near the top of the entrance ramp. A rocket is clearly shown on the ground. The lights cut out again and a man wearing a red and white mask with a long silver cape is inside the ring.*

Rockwell: Who is that inside the ring? It looks like, The Rocket Man has made an appearance here in GCWA!

Hood: Oh god no. Not this crap again.

*Dave looks around confused and turns around just in time to eat a superkick from The Rocket Man.*

Crowd: ROCKET MAN! ROCKET MAN!

*The Rocket Man picks up a mic as Branson lays on the mat knocked out.*

The Rocket Man: "Last time we stood in this ring, Ed Houston took quite the beating from the A-List."

Hood: You give that man a championship and he starts talking in the third person.

Rockwell: Shut up! He's The Rocket Man!

The Rocket Man: "He's still recovering so he sent me to bring justice to the GCWA Universe so that he can focus on bringing down the mastermind of the whole operation, Dylan Thomas. And he will bring down the entire crime infested A-List in time but for now, I'm here to beat up the goons that stand in his way."

*Lissandra is standing at ringside with a look of annoyance and confusion on her face but at this point she's had enough and enters the ring.*

Lissandra Thomas: "Excuse me. This is ridiculous even by your standards. Some sort of superhero here in GCWA? Come on, Ed at least face your beating like a man."

*She pulls back her hand to slap The Rocket Man but when she comes forward, he catches her hand.*

The Rocket Man: "Oh, Lissandra. Dave Branson was just the first of many. Justice is coming at the speed of a rocket and it's coming for you too. Maybe even tonight?"

*The crowd cheers at this thought. Lissandra tries to wriggle away. She picks up her mic and calls for help.*

Lissandra Thomas: TIO! Knux! Fucking get down here! LET GO OF ME YOU PSYCHOPATH!

*The Rocket Man smiles.*

The Rocket Man: "Your time will come Lissandra. The countdown to the end of the A-List has begun."

*A second later the lights go out and he disappears. Lissandra runs over to check on Dave Branson. She stands over Dave and holds out a hand to help him up, but he insists he's OK and helps himself up just as TIO and Knux arrive on the scene.*

Hood: That was weird. Here comes the cavalry at least!

Rockwell: It looks like the battle for GCWA supremacy has just begun.

*The camera focuses in on a stunned Dave who is still a little wobbly on his feet, holding his head. As the camera fades away the four of the A-List in attendance tonight are seen discussing what each of them are planning to do to Ed Houston when they each see him.*

Lissandra Thomas: I dread to see Dylan's face when he watches this.

*Dave, TIO and Knux all nod in agreement as the camera fades.*





*Friday Night Inferno returns from commercial break inside of the GCWA Arena as the fans in Dallas, Texas look set to keep this show rolling. They suddenly explode into cheers as a familiar voice speaks out over the PA system.*

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

*The trumpets blare through the GCWA Arena while "Godspeed" by Don Trip starts up, the lights drops down to a crimson hue. With the Dallas fans in a frenzy, the stage fills up with smoke and the former GCWA North American Champion steps through the cloud. Decked out in black Levi's, all white Adidas and a vintage, "Animal Thug" t-shirt, his left hand covered in a cast and his dreadlocked hair is twisted down into a bun as he looks around to the Dallas fans with an almost snarl on his face.*

Rockwell: Duce Jones was summoned to be here by the Barrows tonight and Hood, given the reputations that they have.. You'd have to think that this spells nothing but trouble for the former North American champ.

Hood: You don't call out your boss and expect things to be all peaches and cream. Duce fucked up when he opened his big mouth and I guarantee you that Jonathan and Hunter are going to make him eat his words.

*Making his way down the aisle, Duce walks around ringside towards Minos, receiving a microphone before heading up the steel steps and entering the ring. Walking to the center, Jones waits for the fans to calm down a bit before he can begin speaking. When they finally do, he brings the mic to his mouth.*

Duce Jones: So.. apparently, I ruffled a few feathas when I let my voice be heard on tha last Inferno'a tha year.

*Duce pauses a moment, to look around at the Dallas crowd before bringing the mic back up.*

Duce Jones: Apparently.. if ya let ya opinion be known.. You gotta answer t'tha Barrows..

*Boos rang out from the crowd from the mention of the owners' surname.*

Duce Jones: Y'see, I'm tha kinda muthafucka dat if I see bullshit.. I'ma call bullshit. An' Dylan Thomas bein' named numba one contenda is tha biggest load'a bullshit dat I've eva' seen in my life. Sorry not sorry..

*The GCWA faithful explode with cheers in agreement to his statement.*

Hood: What the fuck is he talking about? Dylan earned that shot fair and square!

Rockwell: You can't be serious, Hood?

Duce Jones: Then ta top it all off.. Tha first Inferno of tha year an' I'm not even booked fo' tha gah'damn show.. Johnny, I kno' dat you requested my appearance here tonight but there's some thangs I need ta get off my chest befo' we move along.

*The Kid that Never Dies begins to pace from right to left as the fans listen intently.*

Duce Jones: When tha GCDubyaA made its return tha second go round.. It motivated me ta go fo' my dream. Watchin' guys like Robert Santana..

*Fans cheer*

Duce Jones: Marcus Ka'Derrion.. *cheers* Draco.. *cheers/some boos* Harvey Dangya.. *explosive cheers* Dangya Boiz.. *cheers* Derek.... Mobley...

*The crowd goes nuts from the mention of the former GCWA World Champion's name. Duce smiles, his teeth glistening off of the lights.

Duce Jones: ...Big Biff...

*Huge pop.*

Hood: Is he trying to gain clout off of those guys?l

Rockwell: No, he's only showing respect.

Hood: Sounds like he's got a mouth full of balls right now..

Rockwell: Hood!

Hood: Don't shoot the messenger.. And rest assured he's going to be receiving some mail here soon in the near future.

*Duce smiles again as he knows full well of the consequences that come with saying that final name.*

Duce Jones: Damn... dat's gonna cost me some papah.. Eitha' way, watchin' those guys lit a spark unda' my ass somethin' serious. Those guys proved t'me dat I had ta work hard ta get ta tha position dat I'd belong in an' Ace allowed dat ta be possible. He allowed those guys ta come out in front'a these great fans an' do what they do best.. Perform..

*The fans cheer loudly.*

Duce Jones: Hell, Lurrr was even able ta earn his keep around here. But now.. tha kids have taken ova' an' don't get me wrong, I get dat y'all wanna stand out from ya fatha's shadow.. Dat we have in common.. But tha route y'all goin' about doin' it has left much ta be desired. Y'all've booted legends from dis company like they're washed up trash. Given opportunities ta guys who have done nothin' ta earn em an' don't thank dat I haven't noticed how far I've dropped in tha rankings eva since I made my feelings public... But I get it, y'all don't kno' much about me so I'm gonna introDUCE y'all real quick.

*He takes a moment to look around at the crowd.*

Duce Jones: I'm tha guy who was just voted 'Most Underrated Wrestla'a Tha Year' by OCW. Where mind you.. I only had four losses.. three'a them ta Tha Big Bifford... fuck... an' one by disqualification.. Which if ya not good at process of elimination means dat any otha' time I stepped in tha rang, I went out an' performed. Like wheneva I stepped inta tha rang here! But I guess tha Barrows felt some type'a way bout how I was piling up tha bodies since I wasn't scheduled ta compete here tonight. Ever since dis incarnation has started, no one has piled up mo' wins than me an' tha three losses dat I did accumulate. I got fucked.. Don't get me wrong though, Mad Dog when it came down ta you provin' who was tha betta man.. You still came out on top so major props ta you my guy, I kno' wit'out a shadow of a doubt dat you'll make Nawf America proud.

*Duce lets the fans show their respect for the current North American Champion, "Mad Dog" Mark Wright.*

Duce Jones: But soona or lata, it's gonna be my time ta make tha World proud again when I earn my way to dat accomplishment. All I want is my recognition, dat's it.. But hey, what can I expect from guys who give opportunities ta muh'fuckas who say, nig.....

*Duce is interrupted as "Dangerous" By Within Temptation begins to play. The crowd immediately begins to boo heavily, knowing that Jonathan Barrows is on his way out.*

Hood: Thank goodness, because I clearly couldn't see the point that he was trying to make..

Rockwell: I'm kinda on Duce's team with that last statement.

Hood: You can't be serious? T.I.O's nowhere near racist!

Rockwell: There's still a code, Hood.

*Jonathan Barrows makes his way to the ring, with a couple of security guards coming along with him. Interestingly, both Deana and Hunter have opted not to join him. Jonathan steps through, with his guard right behind, as Duce Jones steps back, showing confidence and not backing down.*

Jonathan Barrows: That was a wonderful speech, Duce. I was going to let you finish up, but it seemed like you were... going a little off-track.

*The fans are still booing, while Duce doesn't say anything. He knows the fans clearly saw where he was headed.*

Jonathan Barrows: First off, and you know this was coming... you mentioned the unmentionable, so there will be a fine headed your way.

Rockwell: Oh, come on!

Hood: You got the decree same as I did, Adrian! You can't say "his" name!

Jonathan Barrows: With that unfortunately business out of the way, let's talk about you not being booked tonight. You could call it an oversight, I suppose, although I feel like we booked a very strong card tonight. But I understand that you're a wrestler who loves fighting on each and every card, no matter what condition you're in.

*Jonathan looks pointedly at the cast on Duce's left hand before continuing.*

Jonathan Barrows: In fact, you took the GCWA in a direction I never expected in 2019. We suddenly had Open Challenges, bringing in wrestlers from around the world just to fight you for the North American Title. A belt that, sadly, you no longer hold.

*Duce looks involuntarily down for a second, as if remembering the feel of the belt around his waist, before returning his sights to the co-owner.*

Rockwell: Duce was unquestionably a major factor in making the North American Championship one of the most sought-after titles in the world today!

Hood: Yep, and now he can watch Mad Dog bask in the glory of the gold!

*Jonathan checks back with security before continuing.*

Jonathan Barrows: Next week, we're going to be doing a very special event. You may have heard of it, being a long-time fan such as yourself. It'll be a tribute to my father, as we reveal the end of the year Ace Awards!

*Loud pop, with Duce looking pleased at the announcement.*

Rockwell: The Ace Awards will be back, honoring the best wrestlers of 2019!

Hood: Yes! I can't wait to see Dylan Thomas claim the Wrestler of the Year!

Jonathan Barrows: Even though we're giving out awards, we will, of course, need some wrestling. Well, never let it be said that the management of the GCWA doesn't listen to its wrestlers. You want a match next week, Mr. Jones? You have it.

*The crowd gives a cheer, as Duce confidently nods his head, ready for whatever challenge is on its way.*

Jonathan Barrows: And we're even going to go with one of your own ideas. It's going to be... an Open Challenge!

*More cheers, since people loved the idea in the last few months.*

Rockwell: They're opening it up for Duce Jones to face anyone next week!

Hood: Why would people want to do that? I mean, I understand when he had a belt... but now? What would be the point?

*Jonathan waits for the crowd to quiet a bit before continuing, an evil look suddenly entering his eyes.*

Jonathan Barrows: Yes, Mr. Jones. An Open Challenge. But I'm not talking one wrestler. Or two. I'm talking... an Open Challenge Gauntlet match!!

*The crowd reacts, in shock and horror, as Duce's smile finally fades from his face.*

Jonathan Barrows: You see, Duce, I'm opening this match up to the masses. Anyone currently in the GCWA locker room that wants a piece of you, and wants to fight you next Friday? They get their opportunity. Anyone from outside the GCWA that's ever wanted to exhaust you, to beat you within an inch of your life? They've got it. Hell, any of those "heroes" you just mentioned from the old days of the GCWA? I'll even give them a one-night contract if they want, to come and beat the holy hell out of you. And every person that defeats you, every person that embarrasses you and leaves you with another loss on your precious record? I'm giving them $25,000. How many people do you know, Duce, who would love to take you out for that kind of one-night payday?

*The fans are booing again, with pieces of trash making their way into the ring. Both Jonathan and Duce ignore them, glaring at each other.*

Jonathan Barrows: You want to demand a fight of me? Be careful what you wish for, Duce. You're going to get all the fight you can handle... and much, much more. Give him a round of applause, ladies and gentlemen... Duce Jones... the man who wanted his recognition. He's got it.

*Jonathan drops the mic, letting it hit the mat with a loud blast of static. He seems ready for security to step in, if Duce takes even a step towards him. But Duce just slowly nods at the co-owner, letting his smile come back on his face, not backing down.*

Hood: What a magnificent match! 2020 keeps delivering!

Rockwell: But how many fights will Duce Jones have to survive next week?? It's impossibly unfair to expect him to wrestle that much!

Hood: You get contracted to the GCWA, you have to wrestle who the Barrows SAY you're going to wrestle! Duce should have kept his big mouth shut!

Rockwell: I can't believe Deana and Hunter are going along with this!

*Not getting the expected reaction (which could have led to a suspension or firing), Jonathan shrugs and turns, heading through the ropes. The security guards step in front, with one of them saying something to Duce about knowing his place. Duce talks back to him, with the two security guards opting to approach him. Jonathan doesn't look back, walking away up the aisle.*

Rockwell: Is Duce going to have to start out fighting tonight?

Hood: He'd better be careful, those guards are armed!

*The first security guard moves forward, poking Duce in the chest while talking to him. It's hard to hear, but there certainly seem to be some racist comments taking place. The other security guard laughs, turning away. Duce, in the meantime, steps back... only to kick the security guard in the gut, bending him over! He quickly raises a knee into the man's face, sending him backwards to the mat! The second guard turns and grabs for the nightstick on his belt, but Duce is already grabbing him, taking him over with the Final Tic 2.0!!! The crowd is cheering wildly now, as Duce gets up and continues his momentum, bouncing off the ropes and nailing the first guard with the Krayzed Knee!!!*

Rockwell: Duce Jones isn't taking this lying down! He's ready to fight!

Hood: Damnit, those guys were just doing their jobs, Duce!

*The crowd starts chanting Duce's name, even as he looks around at the audience. He turns and leaves the ring, even as more security comes down, leaving through the fans. They work to get the downed security guards out of the ring, so that the night can continue.*

Rockwell: So next week, Duce Jones is booked... against who knows how many wrestlers!

Hood: I hope The A-List is watching! They could all get wins next week over Duce!

Rockwell: This is a huge development, and we'll have to see what happens in the coming days. For now... we still have matches to get to tonight!

Hood: Bring them on!


Singles Match
Crazy Chris (34-19-1) vs. Brady Vega (1-0)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... now entering the arena... standing 6'0" and weighing 228 lbs... from Smithville, Tennessee... he is a former GCWA X Division Champion and a GCWA Hall of Famer... with his brother, Dangerous Dan... here is Crazy Chris!!

*The lights go out as a strobe of green and red begin flashing across the arena. At the same time we hear the guitar rip of Mental Health By Zebrahead play. We then get to:*

"Let's go"

*The guitar rip solo continues to play as the strobe lights flicker even faster. The first verse echoes over the PA:*

"The lights are on but there is no one home
Yeah, I'm the type of guy that shouldn't be left alone"

*Chris steps onto the stage staring out into the crowd. His brother, Dangerous Dan, walks out behind him with a smile. Crazy Chris stands a few moments and soaks the cheers in. The song plays so quickly that we now enter the chorus:*

"And all I want is to go home just for a bit
But these padded rooms are the shit
Whoa, I'm happy in my mental health
Whoa, these conversations with myself
Whoa, they say that only time will tell
Whatever I'm happy in my mental health
I'm happy in my mental health"

*Chris laughs and smiles as they now make their way down the rampway towards the ring.*

"1, 2, 1, 2, 3, go

Hey, meet a friend of mine, now where'd he go?
He's probably sitting there but you would never know
They say just one more shock, try not to resist
They say lie down and bite on this"

*Chris now makes his way up the steps and poses on the top turnbuckle. Dan stays on the outside, giving his brother the glory. Crazy Chris motions towards the crowd and even gestures along to the beat of the music. As the next verse plays Chris leaps down to the middle of the ring. He makes his way to the second turnbuckle when we get back to the main chorus:*

"Whoa, I'm happy in my mental health
Whoa, these conversations with myself
Whoa, they say that only time will tell
Whatever I'm happy in my mental health"

*Chris again smiles and stands in the middle of the ring pointing at his temple motioning that he is proud of his mental state.*

Rockwell: Crazy Chris & Dangerous Dan have joined the list of wrestlers who aren't very pleased with Jonathan Barrows' decision-making.

Hood: He'd better be careful what he says, considering what just happened with Duce.

Rockwell: You can understand Crazy Chris' frustration, though, Hood. He has earned a World Tag-Team Titles match with his brother, and he's earned another shot at the X Division Title, and so far both have been denied him.

Hood: And you know what you do when that happens? You stop complaining about what has happened and just make it happen!

Rockwell: Are you saying Crazy Chris should make Jonathan Barrows give him a title match?

Hood: Hell no!

Rockwell: Are you saying Crazy Chris should attack Dylan Thomas??

Hood: NO!

Rockwell: What ARE you saying, then?

Hood: ... I Don't Know!!

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'9" and weighing 178 lbs... from Los Angeles, California... he is one-half of the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions... here is Brady Vega!!

*"Surf Club" by St Jhn begins to play and the IPW fans recognize the man stepping through the curtain with the larger gentlemen not far behind. Brady Vega steps into the aisle with his signature Haute Couture mask covering only his nose and mouth, colored contact lenses, and of course he's super animated on his way to the ring in custom designed Louis Vuitton overalls. The World Tag-Team Title is wrapped around his waist.*

*Rex, dressed casually in high fashion items walks pridefully behind Brady as the two reach the bottom of the aisle, Vega slides into the ring where as Rex takes the ring steps. Both men enter the ring and go over strategy as Crazy Chris stays off to the side.*

Rockwell: We haven't heard much from Brady Vega since he and Tony Savage defeated Bob Grenier & Chad Vargas for the World Tag-Team Titles.

Hood: Who needs to talk much when you're good enough to win a championship? Some ladies like the strong but silent act.

Rockwell: True. But in wrestling, especially in the GCWA, it's usually best not to keep too quiet.

Hood: Point.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Crazy Chris believes he and Dangerous Dan are being kept from the tag-team titles. Today, he gets a chance to prove his worth against one of the champs!

Hood: And once Brady Vega takes him down, I don't want to hear another word from the Danger Boiz!

*Crazy Chris and Brady Vega waste little time, locking up almost immediately. Crazy Chris gets a headlock, but Vega quickly pushes him into the ropes. Crazy Chris rebounds off the ropes, with Vega flattening out to let his opponent go over him. Vega then turns, going for a monkey flip on Crazy Chris' return. But Crazy Chris blocks it, grabbing Vega by the legs and yanking him backwards to flip him back to his feet. Crazy Chris sends Vega into the ropes this time and tries a spinning kick, but Vega runs right underneath it, ducking his head. Crazy Chris turns to meet him, preparing a leg sweep, but Vega moonsaults off the ropes, flipping over the leg to land on his feet. Vega turns and tries his own leg sweep, with Crazy Chris doing a backflip over it. The two stand up, looking at each other, as the crowd cheers.*

Rockwell: Two of the fastest, most athletic wrestlers in the GCWA right now!

Hood: I had trouble following all of that. Did anyone actually connect?

Rockwell: I don't think so, Hood. The score is still 0-0, but the crowd is enjoying themselves!

*The two wrestlers lock up again, with Vega getting a takedown on Crazy Chris to try and slow him down, utilizing his mat-wrestling skills. Crazy Chris gets right back up, though, twisting through and getting an arm wringer. Vega quickly reverses it, with Crazy Chris stumbling to the ropes, only to use them to do another flip, getting his own unique reversal of the hold! Vega gets a boot to the gut to get free, then turns, grabbing hold of Crazy Chris and whipping him towards the corner, no, Crazy Chris reverses, but Vega immediately scales the corner and leaps backwards with a splash attempt, only to have Crazy Chris do a roll forward to avoid it! The crowd explodes with cheers a second time as both athletic wrestlers get back to their feet.*

Hood: What's it going to take for one of these guys to connect?

Rockwell: We're seeing a clinic!

*Dangerous Dan is seen watching from ringside, enjoying the action even while rooting on his brother. Crazy Chris and Vega circle each other once again, both still confident. They lock up again, with Crazy Chris dropping backwards with a monkey flip that sends Vega in the air! But Vega turns it around and lands on his feet, then runs forward to the ropes. Crazy Chris kips up and spins, leaping in the air with a dropkick attempt, but Vega swats it away, sending his opponent bat to the mat. As Crazy Chris tries to get back up, Vega runs forward, using Crazy Chris' back as a stepping stone to the turnbuckle. Vega then immediately leaps back before Crazy Chris can avoid him, landing the Mountain Slinger (Blockbuster)!! The crowd pops loudly as Vega dives for the pin... 1... 2.. and Crazy Chris gets free.*

Rockwell: Brady Vega showing why he's one of the tag-team champions!

Hood: Hey, it helps having a dominating force like Tony Savage as your partner.

Rockwell: True, but it still takes two to be tag-team champions.

Hood: Well, duh...

*Vega pulls Crazy Chris back to his feet, snapping the GCWA Hall of Famer into the corner. As Crazy Chris returns, Vega gives him a back bodydrop, throwing Crazy Chris overhead. But Crazy Chris spins in mid-air, managing to land on his feet! Crazy Chris grabs Vega by the arm, spinning him around. He boots Vega in the stomach, then goes to lift Vega up onto his shoulders. Vega shoves off, though, then goes off the ropes, rushing back towards his foe. Crazy Chris catches him, though, throwing Vega into the air and blocking his attempt at a hurricanrana, before snapping Vega down with the Crazy Ride (Powerbomb facebuster)!! Dangerous Dan is seen jumping up and down outside, excited, as Crazy Chris makes the cover... 1... 2... but Vega is able to kick out in time.*

Rockwell: Crazy Chris has shown his ability to pull amazing moves out of mid-air time and time again! So far, this has been an exciting one!

Hood: At least they're starting to slow down... slightly...

*Vega starts to get up, but Crazy Chris is already there, knocking Vega back into the corner. Crazy Chris follows, showing the speed and stamina that led to multiple championship reigns in the GCWA. He gets Vega positioned, then comes out with the Mental Breakdown (Avalance Bulldog), planting Vega in the center of the ring! The fans cheer, as Dangerous Dan salutes his brother from the outside. Crazy Chris isn't done, though, as he pulls the World Tag champ off the mat and lifts him easily onto his shoulders. Vega tries to fight his way out, but can't break free, as Crazy Chris spins and drops him with the Crazy Days (TKO Facebreaker)!!! Vega's looking out of it, with Crazy Chris making the pin... 1... 2... No, he somehow kicks out!*

Rockwell: What started out as a fairly even contest is now turning into domination from the former Unified X Division Champion!

Hood: He's probably fueled by thinking about getting his hands on Dylan Thomas again. But if that ever happens, he'll regret wishing for that!

Rockwell: Right now, I'm not sure anyone wants to be in there with Crazy Chris!

Hood: Maybe if Thomas wins the World Title, he'll drop the X Division Title and Crazy Chris can beat someone else for it...

*Vega fights slowly upwards, trying to pull himself back together. But Crazy Chris has no intention of letting Vega get back into this match. He attacks again, pounding on Vega, before then bringing him up and back down with Inverted Sanity (Inverted Suplex)!! With Vega laid out on the canvas, Crazy Chris turns and jogs over to the turnbuckle, easily making his way up. He gets there so fast, he has to wait as Vega struggles back to his feet. The fans are chanting for Crazy Chris as he finally takes flight, landing the Crazy Man's Suicide (Diving reverse sidekick), putting Vega down for good!! Crazy Chris drops for the cover, with Vega showing no signs of kicking out of this one... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Crazy Chris!!

Rockwell: Crazy Chris just ended up destroying one-half of the Tag-Team Champions!

Hood: Yeah, well, I'd like to see him do that to Tony Savage.

Rockwell: That's what it may come down to, as you know the Danger Boiz are going to use this as yet another reason to push for the title shot that they've clearly earned!

Hood: We'll see if Jonathan & Hunter have been convinced...

*Crazy Chris climbs the turnbuckle, celebrating with the fans, as Dangerous Dan makes his way into the ring behind him. Chris climbs back down, with Dan greeting him with a quick hug. The two brothers turn and leave the ring, with Brady Vega left behind with Rex to try and pull himself together after a disappointing performance.*



*The live feed of Inferno cuts from the roaring crowd of the GCWA Arena to its backstage where we see the Incredible One walking around with Knux, to a chorus of boos from said crowd. Hearing these jeers, he waves them off, mouthing "fuck off" as he looks like a man on a mission, dressed in his wrestling gear for his main event match against Mike Zybala. TIO and Knux stop dead in their tracks as they find what they're looking for: the locker room of Jack Puffer. With a closed fist, TIO knocks on the door five, slow times as he waits for Puffer to open the door.*

TIO: Let's talk Puffer! You know who it is! I'm not here to fight...

*He looks at Knux with an evil smirk on his face.*

TIO: Just talk.

*The door swings open suddenly as Detective Jack Puffer stares right into the soul of TIO. TIO glances at Knux as if he is saying "what the fuck?" before focusing back Puffer.*

TIO: Can we come in?

Jack Puffer: Yes... if this is even the REAL TIO!

*Puffer leaves the frame of the door, going into his locker room as TIO and Knux exchange looks again, following Puffer into his room. The room is plastered with papers all on the walls and strings going from one another. TIO can't help but chuckle, which causes Puffer to give him a look.*

Jack Puffer: What seems to be so funny?

TIO: Nothing... you're very enthralled in your work, aren't you?

Jack Puffer: Indeed! You must be aware that I am on the search for the missing Warrick Hill, yes?

TIO: Uh, sure?

Jack Puffer: Yes! But now I have more put onto my shoulders. A great detective always has a great work load! Never stops!

*The detective continues to mumble on about his case of Warrick Hill and TIO is becoming visibly annoyed. TIO takes his hands and rips a large amount of papers stuck to the wall, that stops Puffer from speaking.*

TIO: Listen, Puffer, I could care less about your job as a detective - I'm here because on the final Inferno of 2019 you suckered me, and only me, after the A-List took out Ed Houston. I'm here to give you an opportunity to tell me WHY.

*TIO folds his arms, in unison with Knux, as the two of them give Puffer a death stare. Puffer composes himself, clears his throat, before answering.*

Jack Puffer: I attacked you because to me it was the only way to know if you were indeed the true TIO! For the viewers at home and those in attendance, I know this may look and sound like the true TIO but this is an IMPOSTER! The real TIO, if you remember from OCW, was a man of honor - who had much respect from his peers and held wrestling to the highest regard. Not this con man who cheap shots and uses a dim witted muscular man to win his matches!

*Knux flexes and looks angry, wanting to advance to Puffer but TIO stops him, his eyes widening as Puffer continues to speak.*

Jack Puffer: Therefore, after much debate and thought over the holidays, I have come to the only proper conclusion! You are a FAKE TIO and you have the REAL TIO kidnapped and held, somewhere! I don't know where, but I promise you this - FAKE TIO - I will find the honorable TIO and rid GCWA of your evil!

*TIO still has his hand on Knux's chest, preventing him from going to blows to Puffer. TIO turns his face from Puffer, trying to contain himself but erupts in an enormous amount of laughter. Knux calms down, seeing TIO is not threatened. TIO's laughter changes to seriousness as he grabs Puffer by the collar and brings him face to face.*

TIO: Let me make this perfectly clear to you and the rest of the fans. The man you once knew, this honorable TIO, is dead. What stands before you detective is the true, best, form of myself. You will see that tonight when I mop the floor of Zybala and then move on the greater things in making the A-List an unstoppable force. I advise you to stay out of my business because if you attack me again or make a mockery of me, or Knux, you will feel my wrath.

*TIO shoves Puffers away from him as Knux and him leave his locker room. Puffer fixes himself, watching the duo leave as the camera shifts to ringside.*

Rockwell: Puffer making it known he believes that the honorable TIO is still alive.

Hood: You're fucking joking, right? TIO is TIO! There is no body doubles or imposters. This is TIO and this is the best TIO.

Rockwell: I know there aren't two TIO's. What I'm saying, and what I think Puffer is getting at, is inside TIO is still a man of good and it's trapped by something evil inside TIO.

Hood: What is this, a fucking Disney film? A fairytale? The best TIO has always been this one. No discussion.

Rockwell: Maybe so, Hood. We'll find out later tonight!

*Hood is shaking his head, still in disbelief, as we go to commercial break.*






*We shift to the back door of the GCWA Arena where Duce is shown exiting. With the hood of his jacket covering his head, Jones looks to head for his vehicle before being stopped by Jones.*

Jones: Duce! Duce!

*He turns to spot the interviewer with an elated smile on his face.*

Duce Jones: Sup wit it, cuh!?

*Jones rolls his eyes.*

Jones: I'm pretty sure that we're not related.

Duce Jones: Keep tellin' yaself dat kinfolk.. What's good though?

Jones: Well I just I wanted to get your thoughts on Jonathan Barrows' announcement about you competing next week in an Open Challenge Gauntlet Match?

*Duce clicks his tongue before sighing to himself.*

Duce Jones: Hmph.. What I thank bout it? Look here, cuh.. I ain't fucked up bout none'a dat shit Johnny talkin' bout. If anyone wants a shot at punchin' me in tha mouth can get dis smoke.. Simple as dat.. I don't care if it's five muh'fuckas or twenty. One-by-muthafuckin-one.. They gon get they shit pushed back t'tha back'a they skull.. expeditiously..

*With a wink, Duce walks off without no further comments between him and Jones.*


Singles Match
Bob Grenier (1-2) vs. Chad Vargas (5-3)

Minos: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall... first, standing 6'2" and weighing 222 lbs... from Timmins, Ontario, Canada... here is "The King of Bong Style" Bob Grenier!!

*"Where The Hood At" by DMX plays, leading the way out for Bob Grenier. He teases a smoke before walking down the aisle, nodding to a few of the fans at ringside.*

Rockwell: Grenier has had a truly strange GCWA career. He has yet to win a singles match, yet he also has a reign as one of the World Tag-Team Champions.

Hood: All because of Chad Vargas carrying him like a $10 hooker.

Rockwell: ...

Hood: Okay, so nowadays, it's more like a $100-$1000 hooker. But you've got to stick with the classics, Adrian.

Rockwell: ... Minos? Keep us going? Please?

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 240 lbs... from Knoxville, Tennessee... here is "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!!

*The fans start booing purely on instinct as "Needle And The Spoon" by Lynyrd Skynyrd starts up. Chad Vargas comes out, cocky as always. He jaws with the audience on the way down, flipping off several fans with a smirk before reaching the ring and sliding in.*

Rockwell: Vargas has sworn that he's getting back on the GCWA horse in 2020.

Hood: He certainly hasn't been as big as he was in OCW or elsewhere, but it's not like he's been terrible. He's held gold, and he's won more than he's lost. And let's face it, one of his losses is completely because of Bob Grenier.

Rockwell: You don't want to give Savage & Vega a little credit?

Hood: Savage, maybe. Either way, I'm excited by the prospect of having the Confederate Icon back at full speed in the new year!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Two long-time veterans in the business. Two former tag-team champions. Two former rivals. Could this be the last confrontation between them?

Hood: I kind of hope so. I've been watching these guys fight for WAY too long.

Rockwell: You're not looking forward to this one?

Hood: Oh, no, I love them beating the hell out of each other. At the same time... after the 1,500th time... I'm all for new match-ups...

*Grenier and Vargas walk to the center of the ring, both smirking at each other. The former partners start up a conversation, apparently with Vargas pointing out how Grenier cost them the tag-team titles. Grenier doesn't appear to see it that way, throwing it back on his partner. Vargas shakes his head... and then shoves Grenier, mocking him. Grenier nods his head, understanding... and then shoves Vargas back. As the crowd starts to build in volume, the two wrestlers glare at each other. And then, fists start flying, as a brawl breaks out!*

Rockwell: Here we go!

Hood: Who needs technical wrestling when you can just slug a guy in the jaw?

*The wrestlers move to the corner, with Vargas managing to get in position to pound away on Grenier. The referee moves in, starting a five count, and then working to get Vargas to step back. Vargas turns to him, cursing him out for getting between them. The referee threatens Vargas, who doesn't give a damn. He points his finger into the ref's face, and then goes back to Grenier... who quickly turns Vargas around in the corner, landing his own hits! The referee again starts a count, with Grenier raising his arms and stepping back. A second later, though, Grenier comes right back in, landing a discus back elbow into the corner! Vargas slumps from the hit, hurting, as Grenier raises his arms to the crowd.*

Rockwell: Are we going to see vintage Bob Grenier here today?

Hood: You never really know what you're going to get with the GCWA Grenier. Considering the guy is a former GCWA World Tag Champ, he hasn't had the best run here.

Rockwell: Well, defeating Chad Vargas would certainly be a major change for 2020!

*Grenier pulls Vargas out of the corner, taking him up and back down with a vertical suplex. Grenier then gets to his feet, pointing to the audience before leaping up and landing a standing shooting star press! He makes the cover... 1... 2.. and Vargas kicks out, having plenty left in the tank. Grenier, not concerned, gets up and moves to the side as Vargas works his way up. Grenier then comes in, going for a bicycle kick! But Vargas suddenly avoids it, then grabs Grenier as he's off-balance, landing the Lethal Strike (Swinging Neckbreaker)!! Vargas takes a moment to compose himself, sitting up, as Grenier holds the back of his head and rolls on the mat.*

Hood: Anytime you think you've got Vargas on the ropes, he can surprise you!

Rockwell: There's a reason he's been a champion almost everywhere he's ever gone.

*Vargas gets back to his feet, watching as Grenier climbs up. Vargas smirks at him and comes in, pushing Grenier against the ropes and chopping him across the chest! Grenier winces, but Vargas is happy to add in two more chops, slicing his hand across and leaving a red welt across Grenier's pecs! Vargas then whips Grenier off the ropes, sending him to the other side, and dropping his head to flip him. But Grenier stops his momentum and grabs Vargas by the head, smacking his knee up into Vargas' face! Vargas falls back to the ropes, holding his nose. Grenier then runs forward to clothesline Vargas out of the ring... but Vargas drops his shoulder, instead flipping Grenier to the outside! Grenier hits hard, disappearing from view, as Vargas makes sure his nose isn't broken.*

Rockwell: Hard fall from Grenier! That might be the turning point here.

Hood: Someone get Grenier some 'medication'. He's going to need it.

*Vargas rolls under the ropes to the outside, where Grenier is trying to recover. Vargas walks confidently over to his former partner, who's down on all fours. Vargas quickly stomps on Grenier's hand, smirking at the booing crowd while Grenier holds his fingers. Vargas pulls Grenier up and rolls him back into the ring, following behind. Grenier struggles to his feet, clearly still hurting from the rough landing. Vargas is more than happy to take advantage, grabbing Grenier and dropping him with the Snakeskin DDT!! Vargas makes the smug cover, putting a hand on Grenier's chest, as the referee makes his count... 1... 2... and Grenier throws a shoulder up, staying alive.*

Hood: I thought that was going to be it!

Rockwell: Grenier's not staying down easily, as he's got a lot riding on his rivalry with Chad Vargas!

Hood: You'd think he'd be a little less drugged up, then.

Rockwell: I haven't seen any sign of Grenier being high, Hood!

Hood: I don't know that we've ever seen Grenier NOT high, Adrian.

*Grenier crawls to the ropes, trying to get himself up, as Vargas steps back, watching with a smug smile. He turns to the crowd, proclaiming himself the greatest and the chosen one, earning severe boos in his direction. Of course, with Vargas, it's always hard to tell if the fans are truly angry with him, or just well-training to boo him. Vargas waits for Grenier to get to his feet, then comes in from behind, wanting the Stroke! He locks Grenier up... and Grenier twists around and out of it, having expected it! In one surprising motion, Grenier twists Vargas around, applying O'Gormans Neuce (Front Chancery)!! He holds onto the submission, even as Vargas frantically fights back, trying to pull himself free!*

Rockwell: Whoa! It may be desperation, but Grenier's got his submission hold locked in tight!

Hood: Fight free, Confederate Icon!! I have faith in you!

Rockwell: He's got to find a way to escape, or this one could be over!

*Vargas is still fighting for all his worth, having a lot of energy left, as Grenier tries to hold him in place. But he can't manage it, as Vargas suddenly drives Grenier back into the corner, causing him to hit back-first! Grenier, hurting, releases the hold, and Vargas immediately starts ramming him repeatedly in the midsection, driving his shoulder into him. Grenier is almost bent in half after the last shot, gasping for air. Vargas, still looking angry at having been placed in a submission, brings Grenier out of the corner with a running bulldog, planting him headfirst in the center of the ring! Vargas then gets up, rubbing his neck, before signalling that it's all over.*

Rockwell: Vargas is ready to put Grenier away!

Hood: End this feud, Vargas! Send Grenier out of here with his tail between his legs!

*As Grenier stumbles back up, raising his fists as if to keep fighting on instinct, Vargas moves in behind him. He clocks Grenier in the back of the head, knocking him forwards. Grenier straightens back up, in a lot of pain from the hit. Vargas locks onto him, whispering something to Grenier with a big smile on his face. Grenier's eyes widen, but before he can fully absorb the information Vargas just gave him, Grenier gets launched downwards with The Stroke!!! Grenier's out, with Vargas making his usual cocky cover after the infamous maneuver... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Hood: Yes! Vargas starts the year with a victory!

Rockwell: A pretty decisive one, too, putting down his old rival and former tag-team partner. I wonder what Vargas whispered to him at the end there.

Hood: Probably something about beating up a family member or something.

Rockwell: I wouldn't put it past him. I don't know if this is the start of Vargas returning to gold or not, but it's certainly a good start to the year for him.

*Vargas sits in the corner, smirking at the boos coming from the audience. In front of him, Grenier is trying to find a way to get up, looking completely out of it. Vargas walks over to his former partner, deciding to help him back up... only to drop him with a second Stroke!!! Grenier's not moving now, as the referee admonishes a grinning Vargas. He shrugs the ref off and decides to leave, even as the ref calls for help with Grenier. We cut away.*



*A split-screen of The Incredible One and Mike Zybala are shown, making their way to the ring. TIO talks with Lissandra Thomas and Knux, preparing his strategy. Zybala smiles at the camera, and then the feed goes out for a second, and when it comes back, Zybala is nowhere to be found. The split-screen on the right swings back and forth in the hallway, looking around. In the meantime, The Incredible One, Lissandra, & Knux move towards the curtain... unaware that Zybala is now watching them from behind, still smiling. We fade to our final commercial break.*





*Watch Me Shine" by Fozzy starts up, bringing out Lissandra Thomas. She walks to the ring, through the boos towards her, not phased in the least. She walks around to the announce table, joining Hood and Rockwell.*

Hood: Lissandra! Great to see you here! Feel free to take Adrian's chair, he doesn't need it.

Rockwell: We have an extra chair, Hood.

Hood: Be a man! Give her your chair and move down!

Lissandra Thomas: Hood! My friend! You are certainly looking very dapper this evening. Oh and hi... Boulderman. Thanks Hood, for your generosity. You, Boulderman could use some manners.

Rockwell: ...

Lissandra Thomas: Hood, regarding earlier tonight's fiasco with Ed Houston's little superhero thing... What the hell is that? How dare he lay his grubby little hands on me as well. Y'know Dylan's furious!

Hood: I can't blame him! But don't worry, you're safe here with us... well, mainly the security over there, but I'll protect you, too...

Rockwell: Good grief...


Singles Match
The Incredible One (1-2) vs. Mike Zybala (2-1)

Minos: The next match... is our main event of the evening...

*The heavy riffs of "I'm Alive" by Disturbed echo throughout the GCWA arena, causing the crowd to boo tremendously. The words "INCREDIBLE" appear large on the big screen as The Incredible One walks out onto the stage followed by his bodyguard Knux. TIO raises his arms out, soaking in the hatred while Knux surveys the area, serious as ever.*

Minos: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Knux, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, weighing in this evening at 215lbs... THE INCREDIBLE ONE!

*TIO begins his way down the ramp while more jeers pour in from his name being mentioned. He smirks again, rolling into the ring and climbing a turnbuckle, posing once more. Knux doesn’t enter the ring – he walks the ringside area once as TIO stretches the ring ropes while his music fades.*

Rockwell: We are still feeling the effects from The Incredible One returning at Darkness Falls, reforming the powerful stable known as The A-List.

Hood: They're the greatest thing going in the wrestling world today!

Rockwell: The Incredible One made the Open Challenge this week, accepting Mike Zybala as his opponent. We'll see if TIO chose wisely or not.

Hood: I look forward to him finally exorcising this menace to our company.

Lissandra Thomas: Mr. Incredible will certainly do that tonight Hood. Look at this man. He's well... Incredible. We have nothing to worry about tonight - and now that he's officially clean, the A-List are officially taking over the GCWA. Hood as you're obviously the only commentator with any sense of class or style would you consider being the official voice of the A-List? We would pay you handsomely of course.

Hood: I would be honored!

Rockwell: Hood!

Hood: What? A man needs to be able to adapt, Adrian!

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

*"Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. plays, with the fans giving a mixed reaction for the coming of the Outsiders owner. The lights go out, blacking the arena (and causing another small scream from Hood). With the lights come back up, Zybala is now standing in the middle of the ring, smiling... and The Incredible One is charging from behind, hitting Zybala in the back of the head! Zybala stumbles into the corner, with TIO pressing his advantage, punching and kicking away at the wrestler! Minos steps quickly out of the ring, as the referee tries to move in to separate them.*

Rockwell: The Incredible One with the blindside ambush!

Hood: Hah! Get that ghost, use his own lights trick against him!

Lissandra Thomas: This. This is what I'm talking about. Zybala was stupid to put his name down for Incredible's challenge. Plus, I know for a fact that those words from Zybala have only fired Incredible up! I mean look here, look! Does that look like a has been to you Hood? No. Mr. Incredible is currently in the best shape of his life and tonight - tonight he's going to prove it.

*The Incredible One look furious, kicking away at Zybala while shouting at him about whether or not he's still a "dime store" version of himself. The referee finally pushes TIO back, arguing with him, with TIO shaking his head and walking away. He moves to the side, a grin now on his face as he talks briefly with his bodyguard, Knux. The referee checks with Zybala, who's working to get up, holding his ribs. He nods to the ref, responding to his questions. The referee then nods to him and turns... signaling for the bell!*

Rockwell: Zybala still wants to go!

Hood: What an idiot! TIO gave him an out, and he's too stupid to take it!

Lissandra Thomas: The words of an over confident asshole who tonight will meet his end at the hands of my good friend Mr. Incredible.

Hood: So, Lissandra...

Lissandra Thomas: Please Hood, friends call me 'Lissie'.

Rockwell: OK... Lissie...

Lissandra Thomas: I said 'friends' idiot. It's Mrs. Thomas or Lissandra to you Boulderman.

Hood: Haha!

Lissandra Thomas: You were saying Hood?

Hood: Lissie... how is Dylan? I notice he isn't with you tonight.

Lissandra Thomas: Dylan is splendid. Obviously he wishes he could be here tonight, but he's currently in training for Elton John.

Rockwell: Elton John?

Lissandra Thomas: Your colleague isn't too bright is he, Hood? The Rocket Man!

*The Incredible One appears to have no problem with this, as he charges forward, pushing the referee aside. He kicks Zybala again, bending him over, before lifting him up into the air for a brainbuster! He holds Zybala up there, showing some strength as the fans count to 10, before finally dropping Zybala hard onto his head!! TIO then makes an arrogant cover, throwing one arm over Zybala, as the referee slides in... 1... as the ref's hand comes down for 2, Zybala shoots an arm up at the same time, staying alive. TIO mocks Zybala for a few seconds, jawing at him, before pulling him back up. Zybala, dazed, tries to throw a punch, but TIO blocks it, then grabs Zybala and takes him over with a release Belly-To-Belly Suplex, throwing him over towards the corner!*

Hood: This is beautiful! TIO's going to make sure we never have to worry about the lights going out again!

Lissandra Thomas: I mean how disrespectful of Mike Zybala to keep doing that to the Barrows Brothers. They do pay the bills for this arena.

*As the referee moves around, TIO brings Zybala up again, this time delivering a Russian legsweep. TIO again makes a cocky cover, refusing to put his full weight on his opponent. The ref is there... 1... 2.. and Zybala easily kicks out again. TIO, shrugging his shoulders mockingly about having to continue the abuse, stands up again and lifts Zybala back up. He holds Zybala by the chin, still jawing at him with a evil sneer on his face. He turns Zybala and lifts him up, going for an atomic drop. But Zybala manages to twist his weight and flip over TIO, landing behind him and running towards the ropes. As a surprised Incredible One turns around, Zybala comes running back, spinning 360 degrees and nailing TIO with the Disrespect (backhanded slap to the face)! TIO stumbles back, more shocked than hurt, as Zybala squares back up, the smile back on his face despite the pain.*

Rockwell: Zybala showing how he feels towards TIO!

Hood: Complete disrespect from a dead man!

Rockwell: For the last time, Zybala's not dead!

Hood: He will be once TIO gets through him with!

Lissandra Thomas: I couldn't agree more. Once again Zybala is showing his sheer arrogance.

Rockwell: And you wouldn't know anything about arrogance would you, Lissandra?

Lissandra Thomas: I BEG YOUR PARDON?! Just what are you insinuating?!

Hood: HEY! Lissandra Thomas is a woman of complete integrity. You watch your mouth Adrian!

Lissandra Thomas: Adrian? That's your name?

Rockwell: Yes.

Lissandra Thomas: I've always hated that name. So common. Hood, what is YOUR actual name? I've always wondered.

*Hood goes silent, giving no response. Back in the ring, a furious TIO rubs his cheek for a second, before angrily charging at Zybala, wanting to make sure he stays down this time. But Zybala reaches out as his foe comes in, catching TIO with a strong style eye rake!! The Incredible One, blinded, staggers to the ropes, cursing Zybala out. But Zybala doesn't let him finish, attacking from behind and lifting TIO up and over with a German suplex! The fans give a cheer, apparently deciding to support Zybala after the blind-side. TIO gets back up, holding his back, but Zybala's right back in there, grabbing TIO's head on the run and snapping him down with a bulldog! TIO stays down this time, with Zybala rolling him over for the quick pin, grabbing the leg... 1... 2.. and TIO kicks free, shoving the lighter Zybala away.*

Rockwell: Zybala's back in this one, and we've got ourselves a contest!

Hood: Whatever, he didn't even have the weight to keep TIO down for long.

Lissandra Thomas: No he didn't. As I've said before, Incredible has this in the bag.

*Zybala hops back to his feet, looking fully energized at this point. As The Incredible One stands back up, Zybala comes in, kicking at his legs with astrong style kicks! TIO limps away, then turns, trying for a quick clothesline, but Zybala ducks under it, then latches onto TIO from behind and snapping him over with a neckbreaker! With TIO down, Zybala kips up, getting back to his feet quickly, and heads towards the corner, wanting to take this one to another level. He starts to climb the turnbuckle, but suddenly stops, almost losing his balance, as Knux takes a swipe at his ankle! The referee hurries over, yelling at Knux, who pleads innocence. Zybala tries to ignore it, getting himself up again... but now TIO is stumbling over, hitting Zybala's legs and dropping him on the turnbuckle!*

Hood: The Incredible One has such amazing reserves!

Lissandra: Why is that referee hassling Knux?

Rockwell: He took a swipe at Zybala's ankle!

Lissandra Thomas: He did no such thing! He's just watching the match, like us!

*With Zybala hanging off the turnbuckle, The Incredible One moves in, smacking him a couple of times before lifting Zybala onto his shoulders into a fireman's carry. He takes Zybala towards the center of the ring, then drops him with a fireman's carry DDT! Zybala shudders on the mat, hurting, as TIO sits back with a confident smirk on his face. He pulls himself up, patting himself quickly on the back, before going to Zybala's legs. He says something to Zybala, thanking him for taking the challenge, before twisting Zybala into a Sharpshooter submission! Zybala's hurting badly, clawing at the mat, as TIO syncs in the hold with all of his weight.*

Hood: It's over! Zybala's gonna tap!

Rockwell: The fight's not over yet, Hood!

Hood: Are you not seeing what I'm seeing?

Lissandra Thomas: Haha! You see?! You see?! I TOLD you!

*The referee moves in, checking with Zybala, wanting to know if he wants to submit. Zybala shakes his head, trying to crawl towards the ropes instead. He pushes up with his arms to allow him to make some progress, slowly approaching the ropes. Knux is on the outside, watching with no expression, as Zybala struggles towards him. As Zybala gets close, though, TIO suddenly drags him backwards, back to the center of the ring!! The crowd gasps, knowing this was a major setback and might end the match. The Incredible One laughs, yelling Zybala to just tap and get it over with, as Zybala's head now rests on the mat in concentration. After another second or two, though... the lights go out!*

Hood: AAHH!! Lissandra, help!!

Lissandra Thomas: Hood my friend... don't panic, I'm sure it's just a technical difficulty. Besides, I'm pregnant...

*When the lights come back on, The Incredible One is standing in the center of the ring, looking around furiously, but Zybala is no longer on the mat! Knux points, trying to turn TIO around. Seeing him, TIO spins around, but Zybala's already springboarding off the top rope, flying in with a splash!! TIO falls backwards to the mat, with Zybala on top, grabbing at his legs for the cover... 1... 2... and TIO barely kicks out! The fans pop from the close fall, even as Zybala rolls to the side, grabbing at the ropes to pull himself up. TIO gets up as well, stunned. He turns and rushes at Zybala, but Zybala ducks again, then picks up TIO from behind, setting him for the Sound of Silence!! But TIO frantically kicks himself free, landing on the mat, and rolls to the outside, taking a moment to breathe.*

Rockwell: That was a close one! Zybala could have ended it right there!

Hood: No chance, The Incredible One is too strategic for that. He knew exactly what Zybala was going for!

Lissandra Thomas: You're exactly right. Incredible is a master strategist and has taught Dylan a lot so far...

*Knux comes over, standing by The Incredible One as he pulls himself back together. He looks upset with himself, smacking the outside apron for a second. He turns away, looking towards the audience in frustration. Zybala, seeing TIO turning around, hits the ropes and rushes back, going for a dive to the outside! At the last second, though, Knux shoves TIO to the side out of the way, and takes the dive himself!! Knux is flat on the ground outside as Zybala gets back up, not looking too upset at who he actually landed on. He turns, but TIO is there, grabbing Zybala and shoving him back into the guardrail!! Zybala's crushed, with the railing barely holding up and keeping the wrestlers from the audience. TIO then drags Zybala back, tossing him into the ring, then follows him in, intent on ending it!*

Hood: Give that man a raise!

Rockwell: Knux definitely fulfilled his job as bodyguard there, I have to agree!

Lissandra Thomas: Yes, well that's what he was brought back for. Well done Knux! Come on TIO... end this!

*The Incredible One throws a double axehandle blow into Zybala's back, driving him down to the mat. TIO then looks around at the booing crowd, taking a moment to savor their disappointment, before reaching down and grabbing Zybala's arms. He pulls the wrestler up onto his shoulders, setting him for This Damn Incredible!! At TIO goes for the move, though, Zybala slips free, landing on his feet, and firing off a Superkick!! But TIO catches his foot, blocking the move, leaving Zybala off-balance, while shaking his head at Zybala with a smile, saying he's too smart for that. He throws Zybala's leg away and grabs for him, latching onto his throat, no, Zybala goes for desperation to the eyes! TIO, blinded once again, loses his grip, and Zybala quickly lifts him up... landing the Sound of Silence (Reverse GTO)!!! Zybala flops onto his back, too exhausted for the quick cover, as the crowd explodes.*

Hood: No!!

Rockwell: Zybala's got Mr. Incredible down!

Lissandra Thomas: Knux!! Get in there!! For God's sake! Do I need to get in there?

Rockwell: In your condition? Not a good idea.

Lissandra Thomas: Shut up!

Hood: I can't believe I'm agreeing with Adrian but Lissie... you can't.

Lissandra Thomas: I suppose so. Thanks Hood, you're a good friend. We need to shop again sometime.

Rockwell: I said exactly the same thing.

Lissandra Thomas: Yes, well Hood has manners.

*Knux, however, is still recovering from taking the hit earlier. Zybala slowly sits up, pulling himself around to where TIO is still laying. Zybala manages to get on top, hanging onto one leg, as the referee is already there waiting... 1... 2... NO!! TIO manages to kick out! Zybala, disappointed, gets off the mat and heads over to the nearby turnbuckle, quickly scaling it. With Knux still down, there's no one to slow his ascent this time. He gets to the top, with the fans cheering the high-risk maneuver. Zybala raises both arms, smiling, and leaps, going for a swanton bomb!! But TIO raises his knees at the last moment, and Zybala crashes into them!! Zybala's down, kicking his feet on the mat in agony. He struggles to rise back up, but TIO is already there, lifting Zybala onto his back with a Gory Special! TIO then turns it into a facebuster takedown, crashing Zybala into the canvas! Aching, TIO makes the cover, counting along... 1... 2... NO! Zybala kicks out!*

Lissandra Thomas: YES! Look at that face buster! Wait... NO!

Hood: Damn, I thought he had him!

Lissandra Thomas: It's only a matter of time!

Rockwell: You hope, "Ms. Thomas".

Lissandra Thomas: Hood, where on Earth did you find this cretin to work with?! Ugh! Did you not hear me earlier? I said 'Mrs Thomas'!

*With the referee circling both men, The Incredible One starts to make his way up, holding the back of his head. He still appears dazed from the Sound of Silence, and might be fighting mainly on instinct. But his instinct is telling him to take Zybala out. He drags the Outsiders owner up, with both men stumbling, having trouble keeping their balance. TIO punches Zybala in the jaw, sending him a few feet away. Zybala comes back with a forearm shot, though, stunning his foe. TIO lands another punch, followed by another forearm shot, and the wrestlers keep exchanging blows. Zybala starts landing multiple forearms, though, to the cheer of the crowd, as he fires up! He then runs back to the ropes and leaps, going for a flying forearm... and TIO nails him in mid-air with a European uppercut!! Zybala crashes down, with TIO falling on top of him... 1... 2... the shoulder gets up!*

Rockwell: How much fight does Zybala have left?

Hood: Not enough!

Lissandra Thomas: This should be over by now! Zybala's nine lives have to be running out!

Rockwell: Zybala is a cat?

Lissandra Thomas: It's an analogy!

Rockwell: I don't think...

Lissandra Thomas: Do you EVER shut up, Boulderman?

*On the outside, Knux can be seen again, having regained his footing. He watches as The Incredible One slowly brings Zybala up once more. He glares at Zybala, then lifts him up, getting him onto his shoulders. TIO shows his strength, taking a couple of steps, preparing for the end as the crowd watches. But at the last moment, as TIO lifts, Zybala readjusts himself, and manages to fall behind TIO, grabbing hold of his legs and getting a wheelbarrow victory roll variation! TIO can't fight the momentum, falling backwards, and Zybala hangs on tightly as the ref is there... 1... 2... and TIO manages to shove Zybala off, with barely anything to spare!*

Rockwell: That was so close!

Hood: Lissandra, are you okay?

Lissandra Thomas: This can't be good for the baby... I'm fine Hood. TIO just needs to end this.

*Both wrestlers are now crawling to opposite sides of the ring, trying to breathe in as much oxygen as possible. Zybala manages to get to the ropes first, pulling himself up one rope at a time. He turns, waiting, as The Incredible One manages to rise as well. They lock eyes from across the ring, glaring at each other. Zybala then points upwards with a smile... and the lights go out!! The fans cheer (and Hood squirms). When the lights come back on, Zybala is in front of TIO, launching his Superkick!! But TIO reacts instantly, having guessed Zybala's strategy. He moves in, avoiding the kick, and lifts Zybala up... dropping him quickly with This Damn Incredible (Argentine Piledriver)!!! Spent, TIO makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... The Incredible One!!!

Hood: He did it!! I mean... I knew he would do it, but... he did it!

Rockwell: What a battle that was! What a way to kick off 2020! Zybala gave it his all, but one false step right at the end cost him the fight, as Mr. Incredible appears to be back in form!

Lissandra Thomas: YES! YOU SEE? That's what I've been saying all along! This is why the A-List are going to rule the GCWA gentlemen. I will see you soon Hood. I'm off to celebrate with the man himself.

Hood: Congratulate him for me, Lissie!

*Lissandra leaves the announce table, heading over to where Knux is already giving The Incredible One a hand. TIO pushes Knux away, as he wants to stand on his own two feet. He smiles, gaining a little energy from the hatred coming from the fans, as Lissandra joins him, smiling broadly.*

Hood: If all the main events in 2020 are this great, it's going to be an Incredible year!

Rockwell: As much as I hate to admit it, the A-List came up big here tonight!



*We cut to the back once more, as we see Jonathan & Hunter Barrows heading for the garage. The two men appear to be in the midst of an argument.*

Jonathan Barrows: It's done, Hunter, that's all there is to it! The match is set!

Hunter Barrows: If you would just listen to...

Jonathan Barrows: Hunter, you're my brother, and I love you... but you should also remember from our father... that I put business first. Understood?

*Jonathan sticks a finger into Hunter's face, who clearly remembers what happened to The Accelerator. Jonathan lowers his hand, seeing the hurt in Hunter's eyes.*

Jonathan Barrows: Look... let's not be like this. Deana's stirring up trouble like she always does. Let's settle down, and we can talk later about next week. Okay?

Hunter Barrows: Okay, Jonny. We'll talk.

*Jonathan pats his brother on the shoulder and turns to where the limo driver is moving around to their side. He opens the door, stepping aside for Jonathan to go in. Jonathan takes a step, then stops, looking deeper into the limo. He glares over at the driver.*

Jonathan Barrows: You were supposed to be with the car at all times, Carlos! Where were you, taking another smoke break?

Carlo: No, sir, I kept an eye on the limo like always, sir!

Jonathan Barrows: Yeah, whatever. You disappoint me, Carlos. But I don't have another driver, so I'll let you keep your job for now.

*Carlos steps back, both relieved and anxious. Jonathan reaches into the limo, pulling something out and throwing it into Hunter's surprised arms.*

Jonathan Barrows: Find out where that came from, and get rid of it. I don't have time for practical jokes.

*Jonathan jumps into the limo, being careful where he sits, as Carlos hurries back to get in and drive away. Hunter steps aside, looking down with concern at what Jonathan has handed him: a cooked and glazed whole ham. There's a significant bite taken out of the top of it. The fans can be heard cheering as the limo pulls away, ending the night.*

OOC: That puts our first show of 2020 in the books! We're starting off strongly, I have to say. Thanks to everyone who rp'ed, I'm looking forward to where things go this year! Especially next week, which could be... crazy... *lol*

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, January 17th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, TX

Opener

Ed Houston vs. Aaron Warthog, Non-Title match

Mid-Card

Tony Savage vs. Lucas Thames

"Mad Dog" Mark Wright vs. The Demon

The 2019 Ace Awards!

Main Event

Duce Jones Open Challenge Gauntlet match
(Anyone who wishes to participate can sign up on the board and roleplay against Duce's one; each will be a separate result)

Roleplaying will be from Friday, January 10th to Wednesday, January 15th, giving you 6 days to post a roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!