GCWA Friday Night Inferno


*Damn, it's been a long week! Lots of work, little sleep, and somehow you've survived all the way to this point. Congratulations! I'd grant you an achievement, but this isn't an XBox or Playstation game. And who would want to play it if it was? A game simulating life? How silly is... oh, wait. Never mind. Still, in this real-life not-a-fantasy, you've gotten to the reward at the end: the weekend. With that comes the treat of another Friday Night Inferno! Let's get to it.*

*After the GCWA logo comes and goes, we start with the usual blackout, and the voice in the darkness. Today, though, the voice leans more towards the masculine side.*

Voice: It's been a hell of a year for the GCWA so far. New challenges have arisen...

*We see Dylan Thomas and The Incredible standing and nodding, with Dave Branson & Knux behind them.*

Voice: New rivalries revealed...

*Another shot, this one of GCWA World Champion Ed Houston, Jack Puffer, & The Danger Boizs standing side-by-side.*

Voice: Legends getting a new lease on life...

*We see Mack O'Connor making his way towards the ring, distracting Duce Jones enough so that Chad Vargas can get the victory.*

Voice: And the journey towards Adrenaline Rush III getting more intense...

*A brief clip of Tony Savage going at it with "The Demon" Daniel Wright, then using a steel chair, which brought "Mad Dog" Mark Wright down to brawl with him.*

Voice: All-in-all...

*The figure steps into view. It's Jonathan Barrows, the co-owner of the GCWA, for those who didn't recognize the voice.*

Jonathan Barrows: The future looks extremely bright. The New Era continues...

*Jonathan grins, staring deeply into the camera. 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 Stroke. 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 audience is ramped up, knowing that there will be some intense competition tonight. Signs are shown, ranging from "Crazy Champion Once Again!" to "Perfection Never Wavers". We go down to ringside, joining Adrian Rockwell & Hood.*

Rockwell: Welcome, one and all, to Friday Night Inferno!

Hood: What would this be, like the 20th show since the rebirth?

Rockwell: If you're counting the Pay-Per-Views, you're correct, Hood! Twenty shows down, a lot more to go as we make our way towards Adrenaline Rush III!

Hood: And the coronation of double champion "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas!

Rockwell: Hold on, Hood, first Thomas has to survive tonight, as he defends the Unified X Division Title against the former champion, Crazy Chris!

Hood: Yeah, please. It'll be a walk in the park for Thomas to get past the senior citizen...

Rockwell: Crazy Chris may have been wrestling for a long while, Hood, but I believe he's still younger than you.

Hood: ... I meant in wrestling years. In wrestling years, he's ancient!

Rockwell: He's also a GCWA Hall of Famer, which makes Crazy Chris a significant threat to Dylan Thomas' reign. But with The A-List involved, The Danger Boiz better be ready for a lot of outside interference.

Hood: Nah, Thomas won't need that. I predict a five-minute match which ends in Perfection!

Rockwell: That's not our only match tonight, as we've got four competitive contests to get to that will be sure to excite the fans here in Dallas.

Hood: And I'm all for getting to the action!

Rockwell: We'll get there, Hood, but first we're headed backstage!



*We go backstage to the co-owner suite here in the GCWA Arena. At the moment, though, only one co-owner is in attendance. We see Jonathan Barrows pacing back and forth, as he holds his cell phone to his ear.*

Jonathan Barrows: C'mon... C'mon...

*A click can be heard, followed by what sounds like an automatic message. Jonathan sighs, rubbing his forehead, waiting for the beep to allow him to speak.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hey! Hunter! Where are you? The show's starting, Deana's still gone, and now you're pulling a Copperfield on me. Call me back, brother. Let me know where you are.

*Jonathan hangs up, staring at the phone for a second before choosing another number from his list. He waits, and this time gets a response.*

Jonathan: Tina! Hi, this is Jonathan Barrows... yes... I was calling to see if you happened to hear from Hunter recently... oh... he did that? Really... oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that, I wasn't aware... yes, him getting with your sister is a problem... so I guess you haven't... right... okay, thank you goodbye...

*Jonathan quickly hangs up, grimacing. He looks down at the phone.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hunter, you old hound dog... where are you?

*After a second, Jonathan searches through his contact list again and makes one more call. It appears to go directly to voice mail.*

Jonathan Barrows: Deana, look, it's Jonathan. I haven't heard from you recently, so I thought I'd call and check up on you. We... miss you here. So yep, just seeing how you're doing. Oh, and have you heard from Hunter? Give me a call back, please.

*Jonathan hangs up once more, putting the phone down on the desk.*

Jonathan Barrows: Here we are, supposed to be running everything together, and they're leaving me alone at the switch! Well, that's fine. I've been making most of the decisions anyway. The GCWA is going to new heights, and I'm certainly the man to take it there!

*Jonathan takes a deep breath, before turning and walking out of the room. He's got a lot of work to take care of today. We cut back to ringside.*

Rockwell: Now Hunter's gone AWOL?

Hood: He probably got a better offer from some beautiful blonde. I wouldn't think too much into it.

Rockwell: Maybe... but it's certainly strange that first Deana disappeared, and now Hunter's missing without calling in.

Hood: Don't worry. Jonathan's going to make sure everything goes smoothly here tonight!

Rockwell: Well, let's get to it, then!


GCWA North American Title Match
"Mad Dog" Mark Wright (5-1-1) vs. Thunder (0-6)

Minos: It is time for our first contest of the evening... and it is a GCWA North American Title match!! First, entering the arena... standing 6'3" and weighing 220 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... with his partner, Lightning... here is Thunder!!

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder appears on the entryway, with his leg bandaged up. He's limping as he steps forward, letting out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. Lightning comes out behind him, with his arms bandaged, along with a spot on his forehead. They strike a pose, both wincing with the effort, before the team starts to head for the ring.*

Rockwell: The Wrath of the Storm wanted to make a statement by having their promo in front of a pack of vicious guard dogs. It did not end well.

Hood: Thank goodness for these idiots that Mark Wright doesn't use an alligator or a grizzly bear as his persona.

Rockwell: Do we know what happened to the cameraman?

Hood: You don't want to know. Thankfully, we've got lots of replacements.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 200 lbs... from The Hills of West Virginia... he is the GCWA North American Champion... "Mad Dog" Mark Wright!!

"AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGG! ROOF! ROOF! ROOF!"

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

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

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

Rockwell: Mad Dog is focused right now on getting his hands on Tony Savage. We'll see if this affects his concentration against Thunder.

Hood: I bet he's just going to picture Savage's mug on Thunder's head and beat the hell out of him.

Rockwell: That would be very bad for Thunder.

Hood: But a lot of fun for us!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Let's see if Thunder can surprise the world here tonight!

Hood: He'd better hope those guard dogs show up to help him.

*Lightning yells his support for his partner while staying on the outside, nursing his wounds. Thunder slowly walks forward, his leg clearly still hurting him. Mad Dog approaches him, ready to give him a beatdown. To his credit, despite his injuries and his track record inside the squared circle, Thunder doesn't run away. Instead, he sucks in some air, letting out his Thunder Roar right into Mad Dog's face! Mad Dog doesn't flinch, waiting for Thunder to finish, and then leans in, barking heavily! Thunder lets out a yelp and falls backwards, scrambling to the ropes. He is shuddering on the mat, as the referee checks on him, even as Mad Dog shakes his head.*

Rockwell: Mad Dog's bark may not be worse than his bite, but it's definitely effective!

Hood: I don't know, it's kind of a jerk move.

Rockwell: What? Why?

Hood: It's like using gunshot sounds against someone with PTSD. You can tell the poor dummy is traumatized!

*Lightning is talking with Thunder, trying to inspire him to pull it together. Thunder climbs up using the ropes, looking shaky, with Lightning staying on the apron to encourage him. He turns Thunder towards him, patting him on the shoulders. But now Mad Dog is there, grabbing both men by the back of their heads and ramming them together!! Lightning falls to the outside, while Thunder collapses in the ring. Mad Dog goes after him, picking Thunder up and taking him over with an exploder suplex! The crowd cheers as the champion continues his assault, grabbing Thunder before he can roll away and pulling him up again. Thunder tries to swing, but Mad Dog easily blocks it, then gets him in a headlock, applying the noogie!*

Rockwell: The champion is dominating!

Hood: Who would have guessed?

Rockwell: Hey, you never know, Hood. Both The Janitor and Xtreme have victories.

Hood: Yeah, but Thunder is even worse than them, and he also came into this injured. Zero chance.

*Mad Dog continues the offensive on the helpless Thunder, lifting him into the air and delivering a belly-to-back suplex! Thunder topples over, hurting, as Mad Dog goes to the ropes, waiting for him to rise up. He's locked and loaded for the Mountaineer Lariat! Lightning's up on the apron, though, trying to grab Mad Dog from behind! Mad Dog pulls away, spinning and looking at Lightning, who looks like the kid caught stealing from the cookie jar. Mad Dog, though, smiles at him, and then points downwards. Lightning, confused, looks behind him off the apron... and "The Demon" Daniel Wright is there, yanking him off the apron and landing the Demon Driver (Rikishi Driver) on the outside!!! Lightning doesn't move, as Mad Dog turns back to his opposition.*

Rockwell: Anyone know Lightning's real age? we may need to make an announcement.

Hood: Where the hell did The Demon come from?

Rockwell: Well, Mad Dog did say where there's a Mad Dog, there's a Demon.

Hood: ... That's not an answer!

Rockwell: It's the best one I've got.

*Thunder is back on his feet now, having no clue what just happened to his tag-team partner. Mad Dog walks over to him, but Thunder rears back and swings... and connects! The right hand lands, and Thunder grins widely, happy to have finally connected! After a second, though, his smile dies down, as Mad Dog has already shaken it off, looking angrier now. Thunder tries to bow out, turning towards the ropes, but Mad Dog doesn't let him, going after him and nailing him with the Mountaineer Lariat!!! Thunder's down, but that's not enough for the champion. He pulls Thunder back up, setting him, before snapping the dazed wrestler down with The Wright Way (RKO)!!! Mad Dog makes the cover, with the referee moving into position... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: A destructive win for Mad Dog, as Wrath of the Storm looks wiped out!

Hood: Savage had better be careful, with both of these guys after him now.

Rockwell: Something tells me Savage is looking forward to the eventual meeting between them.

*Mad Dog gets his championship, lifting it over his head. He looks out at his brother, nodding to him. The Demon doesn't return the nod, although he still looks pleased at having gotten the chance to destroy someone. Lightning still hasn't moved outside. We cut away.*



Tony Savage: Company decided to give me a couple weeks off. Big boxing match coming up, they said. Big profile event for me and for the fed.

Pfft...or maybe they're just getting tired of me merc'ing every motherfucker they've been throwing at me after the first PPV. Including Mark's dip-shit clan.

*Tony Savage is sitting backstage at the GCWA arena, not looking too happy. Most of the time he's on the clock, he never looks very happy. In fact, he always seems to have that "If I don't get a fucking Popeye's chicken sammich right now, somebody getting stabbed in the liver" murder face. But, he's really heated right now, because he was hoping to score some beatdown time tonight.*

He'll have to settle for leaving a message on Mark's machine.*

Tony Savage: Honestly don't know why you're so salty with me, Hillbilly Jim. Shit, considering what I know about their roles in your life, I did you a solid. Something you should've done years ago; make sure they understood who the alpha was in the pack. But I get it; family sometimes can make you soft. Not think straight. Not realize you should've just let them take their medicine instead of trying to be their avenging angel.

But you wanna go this route, huh? Bark at me again. Remember last time you tried to nip at me, mutt?

That was me rusty. Mark, I hit a lick again. I'm back in wrestling stick up artist mode, and that North American strap looks like a big ol' gold chain waiting to get snatched!

*He holds his massive, face and chest beating meathooks up to that camera lens and snaps his finger. He's smiling like a famished jackal.*

Tony Savage: You wanna come at me now, Scooby? Revenge on mean ol' Tony for going Old Testament on a bully and a fucking tumor?

Please, yes. Let the Dog walk walk into a Viper's nest and get bit repeatedly.

Just letting you know, you still owe me, motherfucker. And that North American title is payment due. Consider this recompense for my services.

You and your pack tried to bite me? I'm taking all your fucking treats and making you run under the bed.

Including that belt. Only fair...

I need to get something for all the times I've been dog walking your sorry fucking asses!

*We fade out to commercial.*





*We come back from the break with one more commercial. This one shows the Outsider's Championship Wrestling logo.*

Announcer Voice: Outsider's is back! Don't miss out on Dystopia 11! Jack Puffer in action!

*A flash of a confused-looking Jack Puffer.*

Announcer Voice: Tony The Spider vs. Louis Pohl!

*A shot of Tony and Louis working on some paperwork.*

Announcer Voice: And in the main event, Duce Jones vs. The Uber Man!

*A split-screen view of Duce Jones and The Uber Man flash across the screen.*

Announcer Voice: Plus your favorite announcer is back! Dean! ... And Zybala, too! Don't miss out! Go see the replay of Dystopia 11 HERE!

*The Outsider's logo displays again before we go back to live GCWA action.*


Singles Match
Aaron Warthog (0-3) vs. Xtreme (7-24-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... 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: This is a complete waste of time.

Hood: What are you talking about, Adrian? We're about to get a first-time match!

Rockwell: No, we're going to get a countout. Warthog only pushed for this contest because he knows that Xtreme is too injured to compete!

Hood: I still think it's a brilliant decision. Warthog needs to start building momentum, and this is the way he can do it.

Rockwell: So who does he challenge next week? Animal Thug? Nightmare?

Hood: Maybe you can fight him...

Rockwell: I'd murder him.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'3" and weighing 290 lbs... from Parts Unknown... here is Xtreme!!

*The first chords of "What I've Done" by Linkin Park begins to play. The fans turn towards the entrance, curious, but no one appears. After a few moments, the music stops playing, with the lights coming back up. Aaron Warthog is shown in the ring, grinning widely.*

Rockwell: As expected, Xtreme doesn't show up.

Hood: Probably one of the smartest decisions he's ever made. He should have done that last week.

Rockwell: Most likely, he's restrained in bed while wearing a cast, to make sure he doesn't leave.

Hood: Yeah, that sounds like him.

*Warthog is talking with Minos and the referee now, demanding that the bell be rung and he be granted a forfeit victory. The referee is shaking his head, continuing to discuss it with him. Minos sits back, content to wait for a decision.*

Rockwell: We could have had an actual competition here.

Hood: Hey, forfeits count! Now we just...

*Suddenly, "Vagabond" by the Greenskeepers begins to play, and the crowd jumps to their feet.*

Rockwell: Wait just a second...

Hood: It's Mack!!

*Mack O'Connor walks out on the stage and heads directly to the ring, dressed in jeans and a black tank top. He occasionally raises an arm to acknowledge and get a rise out of the fans. He slides into the ring, even as Warthog is desperately demanding an explanation from the ref.*

Rockwell: Why is Mack O'Connor down here? I mean, I didn't just want a forfeit, but this is a surprise!

Hood: I've just gotten a text from Jonathan Barrows. Apparently we've got a substitution for Xtreme!

Minos: Per Jonathan Barrows... Aaron Warthog's NEW opponent... standing 6'3" and weighing 220 lbs... from Brooklyn, New York... here is the last holder of the OCW World Championship... Mack O'Connor!!

*The crowd pops, loving the change. Warthog is still upset, protesting the decision.*

Rockwell: O'Connor has been around the last few weeks, but this will be his first match in the GCWA!

Hood: Man, imagine the ratings we'd have if this has been announced earlier!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go! O'Connor vs. Warthog!

Hood: The match no one expected!

*Warthog tries once more, begging the referee to change his mind, but he's quickly rejected once more. In the meantime, O'Connor walks up confidently behind Warthog, waiting. Warthog, sensing that he's got a bigger problem than just losing his forfeit victory, straightens up, doing a quick swallow. He turns around... and O'Connor gives him a kick, then nails him with the Hollow Point (Stunner to temple)!!! Warthog pops up, out on his feet, even as O'Connor springs himself upwards. He grabs Warthog before he can fall, then hooks him with both arms and lands the Claymore (Rock Bottom)!!! Warthog is out cold, with O'Connor making the very loose cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Mack O'Connor!!

Rockwell: That was fast!

Hood: Are you surprised?

Rockwell: Not in the least.

Hood: Poor Warthog... but damn, that was awesome!

*O'Connor looks like he barely broke a sweat, standing over the still unconscious Warthog. He turns and starts to leave the ring...*

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

*Cheers erupt as "Godspeed" by Don Trip begins to play! The crowd jumps back to its feet and look towards the entrance. Duce Jones walks out without waiting, making his way determinedly towards the ring!*

Hood: What's Duce doing here?

Rockwell: After O'Connor attacked him during the Gauntlet Invitational? And the distraction last week that helped cause Duce to lose to Chad Vargas? What do you THINK he's doing here?

Hood: To kiss Mack's boots and save himself?

*Duce slides into the ring and immediately comes up, walking up face-to-face with O'Connor, who doesn't seem too concerned. We see GCWA Security already making their way down the aisle, prepared to break things up. Duce starts to talk, looking like he's barely under control, when O'Connor just smirks and turns, stepping through the ropes and leaving! The fans start to boo, having wanted to see a fight. But O'Connor doesn't stop, heading up the aisle and leaving an incredulous Duce behind him.*

Rockwell: Mack O'Connor is just leaving!

Hood: Hey, he did what he was supposed to do and got his first victory. There's no profit in staying in there with Duce!

*Warthog, in the ring, is trying to sit up, having no clue what just happened. He reaches his knees... and Duce suddenly turns and charges him, hitting the Krayzed Knee!! Warthog falls flat again, returning to 'dreamville', as Duce returns to the ropes, still looking like he wants O'Connor to come back. O'Connor, watching from the stage, smirks again... and flips Duce off! He laughs, even as Duce comes unglued, leaving the ring and rushing up the aisle!! But GCWA Security is already in position, grabbing Duce and working to overwhelm him with sheer numbers, even as O'Connor, still laughing, turns and leaves.*

Rockwell: O'Connor continues to be in Duce Jones' head!

Hood: I can't wait for Mack to unify the GCWA and OCW Titles! He's the greatest!

*Duce continues to try and fight through security, even though O'Connor is long gone. We fade away.*



*The camera pans onto Rockwell and Hood themselves so that Rockwell can officially address the camera.*

Rockwell: I'm getting word from Jones backstage that the Rocket Man Ed Houston has something to say about last week.

Hood: Hopefully an apology for what he put the A-List through last week and in recent weeks. Dave Branson had that match, Adrian!

Rockwell: Of course he did, Hood. Except from where I was sitting, The Rocket Man...

Hood: Shut up!

Rockwell: At any rate.... Jones?

Jones: Thank-you Adrian... I'm standing here with GCWA Champion Ed Houston. Now Champ, first thing's first - Congratulations on finally winning the big one.

Hood: Not for long. Dylan Thomas is going to pin him at Adrenaline Rush III!

Rockwell: Hood!

*Ed Houston turns towards Jones, asking and taking the mic from him. He turns to the camera.*

Ed Houston: Last week, The Rocket Man made a huge statement by beating Dave Branson. He showed the GCWA Universe that justice will be served to anyone who tries to attack a defenseless wrestler.

???: Hey Rocket Man! Speakin' of which....

*The camera pans back to reveal Dave Branson, The Incredible One and Knux all staring menacingly at Houston. TIO also has a smirk on his face.*

Dave Branson: Now... see you did a real number on me last week. But...

*Dave looks Houston up and down.*

Dave Branson: I'd say shrimp, that I did a number on you as well. You see... You can cut this shit out now. The A-List all know that you are really this...

*Dave holds up his arms in quotes.*

Dave Branson: 'Rocket Man' superhero. Also... THIS...

*Dave punches Ed Houston in the gut, knocking the wind from him as TIO and Knux crowd around like a pack of wolves.*

Hood: YES!

Rockwell: My God! No!

Dave Branson: ...Is just in case you get involved in Dylan's match with Crazy Chris later.

*Houston tries to fight back, but the heels quickly swarm him. Dave continues the attack shoving Houston into a chicken wire fence nearby and Dave and Knux beat on him. TIO gets in a few stomps before Dave Branson picks Houston up and gives him his Not Paid By The Hour beatdown (five stomach punches, three to the face and a boot to the head). Dave then picks up Ed Houston and delivers his FIXED! Chokeslam!*

Rockwell: MY GOD! THE CHAMPION HAS BEEN ANNIHILATED!

Hood: YES! Stupid superhero! That, ladies and gents is why you do NOT fuck with the A-List.

Rockwell: There is no proof at all that the Rocket Man and Ed Houston are the same person. How can you approve of this?! That's our World Champion, Hood.

*Hood scoffs.*

Hood: I AM the official Voice of the A-List, Adrian.

Rockwell: You sellout! Can we get medics back there?!

*Dave looks at Jones and begins to walk over to him. *

Dave Branson: Leave. Now.

*Jones scarpers and Dave looks at his cohorts.*

Dave Branson: Think we made our point?

*The camera pans down at the brutalized Ed Houston as the A-List walk away laughing.*





*We're back in the co-owners' office, where Jonathan Barrows appears to be getting besieged by phone calls. It looks like every line is lit up. He continues on his current call.*

Jonathan Barrows: Yes, Mr. Vargas, I understand. Yes, it WAS a huge victory over Duce Jones, and we did take notice of you. Look, I'm going to do all I can to make you happy for the Pay-Per-View, okay? Yes... weak ass, I know, I know... okay, thank you, goodbye...

*Barrows quickly presses the button for the next line.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hello? Sorry to keep you waiting, what was your question? ... What do you mean, you're out of Rocket Man masks? As much as I hate the guy, that's our #1 seller right now! Have you talked to distributing... okay, look, I'll call and make sure we get a new shipment sent out right away. Just TELL me first before things like this happen! What? Oh, you told Hunter? Hmmm... okay, okay, I'll take care of it.

*Jonathan hangs up, then looks to Line #3, #4, & #5. He sighs.*

Jonathan Barrows: Why have we never gotten a secretary? I'll have to rectify that as soon as possible. Got too damn used to Deana & Hunter helping with all this...

*Jonathan sighs and presses Line #3*

Jonathan Barrows: Hello? Hello?? Ah, hell...

*Jonathan clicks off the now-empty line and goes to the next one, trying to field the rest of the calls before they get sick of being on hold. We go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: Jonathan Barrows really looks to have his hands full tonight. Running Friday Night Inferno isn't an easy position, especially by yourself!

Hood: I know a few good secretaries. If he's interested, I can make the connections.

Rockwell: Can they type and do other secretarial duties, or do they just look good?

Hood: I mean... anyone can type... some just do it faster than others...

Rockwell: In other words, they just look good.

Hood: No, they look fucking great....

Rockwell: I knew it... any pictures?

Hood: I'll show you during the break.

Rockwell: Sweet!


Singles Match
Jack Puffer (5-2) vs. Mike Zybala (2-2)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... first, standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Buffalo, New York... here is Mike Zybala!!

*"Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. begins to play, eliciting a mixture of cheers and boos. The lights go out, with Hood, as usual, cursing loudly. Once the lights return, Mike Zybaka is standing in the ring, smiling.*

Hood: He still creeps me out!

Rockwell: Zybala was all over the place this week, portraying the newscaster, the street reporter, the man on the street, and more.

Hood: You see? He can be many places at once! Only a ghost can do that!

Rockwell: Actually, I didn't even know that was a power of a ghost...

Hood: Well... Zybala can do it, so ghosts must be able to as well!

Rockwell: ... I guess that logically follows.

Hood: Exactly! I'm right! Hah!

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

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

Rockwell: Puffer's quest for Warrick Hill took him to Roswell, New Mexico this week.

Hood: What a fool, buying that "alien rock".

Rockwell: I admit, he should have known better.

Hood: Exactly.

Rockwell: If you want genuine extraterrestial objects, you have to go to the Alien Zone on Main Street.

Hood: ...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So we have a match between an owner and one of his former workers. Puffer seems to remember his time under Zybala fondly.

Hood: If Puffer was smart, he'd lay down and let Zybala pin him, just in case OCW ever comes back. You can bet the paychecks were decent!

*Zybala steps forward out of the corner, smiling at Puffer. He points at him, and then points up, teasing turning the lights off once again. Puffer, seemingly prepared for this possibility, pulls out his trusty flashlight! He raises it towards Zybala, smiling. Zybala nods, looking impressed. Puffer moves the switch... and nothing happens. He flips it a few more times, now puzzled. He taps the flashlight against his leg, hoping for light, but nope. Zybala steps in, staring at the flashlight himself. He asks about batteries, but Puffer says he put in fresh ones this morning. The two start working on it, as the fans sit back, confused.*

Hood: Seriously?

Rockwell: Well, this has to be a first.

Hood: Can we get to, I don't know, THE MATCH??

*After taking the flashlight top off, Zybala readjusts it, as Puffer holds the other end. Zybala twists the lens and gets it on tightly. Immediately, the flashlight comes on! The light is bright, shining between Puffer and Zybala, so Puffer quickly clicks it back off. He thanks Zybala, who tells him no problem. Zybala then steps away, only to launch into an attempted superkick!! But Puffer is able to react almost immediately, getting his hand with the flashlight up and blocking the kick! As Zybala turns around, off-balance, Puffer leaps forward, grabbing his head and taking Zybala down with a bulldog! Zybala rolls away in pain, as Puffer gets back up to his feet.*

Rockwell: Zybala tries for the surprise quick win, but Puffer's reflexes are up to the challenge!

Hood: Am I the only one who saw him hit Zybala with the flashlight? Isn't that a DQ?

Rockwell: Technically Zybala was the one who hit the flashlight, and not the other way around. Plus, since it was in Puffer's grip, I don't think there was much contact, anyway.

Hood: Damn. I'd be laughing my ass of if Puffer lost so quickly. It'd feel like being back in OCW!

*Puffer brings Zybala back up, even as the referee makes sure to confiscate the flashlight to make sure it's no longer involved. Puffer brings Zybala around and lifts him up, showing some of his growing skills by getting a bodyslam. He then throws in a knee drop before going for the first cover of the match... 1... 2.. and Zybala easily kicks out. Puffer gets up, pulling Zybala with him, and whips him towards the ropes, set on giving him a hip toss. But Zybala uses the ropes and comes back with a 360 clockwise spin, landing a backhand slap to Puffer's face! The hit of Disrespect sends Puffer reeling to the mat. He rolls outside, with Zybala following him, hammering away at Puffer's back.*

Rockwell: Zybala's speed is nothing to laugh at.

Hood: I'll say! By the way, now that he's closer to us... RAMEN KILLATA NOCHTU!!

Rockwell: ... What was that?

Hood: ... RAMONE KILLETI NICHTO?!?!

Rockwell: Are you trying to exorcise Zybala with magic words someone gave you?

Hood: ... Maybe..

*Zybala sends Puffer into the guardrail, sending him flopping onto the ground, hurting. Seeing this, Zybala heads over to the apron, climbing up on it. He positions himself and leaps off, going for a flying leg drop! But Puffer is able to roll towards the ring, out of range, and Zybala crashes hard on the outside mat!! He holds his backside, hurting, even as Puffer pulls himself up. He grabs Zybala, sending him under the ropes and back into the ring before following. Zybala tries to get up, but Puffer has other ideas, lifting Zybala up and giving him a backdrop. Zybala writhes from the impact, even as Puffer goes for another cover... 1... 2... and Zybala kicks out.*

Rockwell: So far it's a back-and-forth contest.

Hood: RAVIOLI KIMCHI NEVADA!!

Rockwell: Would you stop that??

*Puffer has now moved onto a sleeper hold, holding onto Zybala's head and trying to drain the energy from him. Zybala fights against it, trying to get to the ropes. He reaches out, just inches away, but Puffer pulls him back. They get back to the center of the ring, with Zybala looking to be in a lot of trouble. He reaches out again... and the lights go out!! Hood can be heard, trying to scream another chant, still unsuccessful. When the lights come up again... Puffer is now in the sleeper hold, being held by Zybala!! He fights hard, looking for any way out, as Zybala keeps the hold tightly locked in!*

Rockwell: How did Zybala do that?

Hood: What a horrible mistake from Zybala!

Rockwell: What? What are you talking about?

Hood: The herpes, man!! Wait, can spirits get herpes? Oh my god, GHOST HERPES! That does it!!

Rockwell: Put down that cross and get back here, Hood!!

*As Rockwell restrains Hood, keeping him at the announce table, Zybala continues to wear down Puffer, tightening his grip. Puffer's starting to sag, looking like he might be out of it, so the ref comes in to check the hand... it drops once... drops twice... but the third time, it stays up! The crowd cheers as Puffer starts fighting again, dragging himself towards the ropes. He grabs on, immediately dropping to his knees, and Zybala is forced to release or else get a jawbreaker. He seems respectful of Puffer's ability to keep fighting, but is still very confident. He reaches down, dragging Puffer backwards towards the center of the ring... and applys the Annie Wilkes Special (Boston Crab/Ankle Lock combination)!!*

Rockwell: I don't see how Puffer can get out of this one!

Hood: Take my cross, Puffer! It's been blessed with holy water!

Rockwell: You took it to a church?

Hood: Nah, a 7-11.

Rockwell: But, I... never mind.

*The referee is watching closely as Puffer fights against the brutal submission hold. He pushes against the mat, gaining some traction, and manages to throw Zybala off-balance, breaking part of the hold. Zybala tries to reapply, but Puffer kicks out, knocking him back. As Zybala recovers, stepping towards him, Puffer grabs him by the trunks and falls backwards, sending Zybala tumbling forwards into the corner! Zybala hits hard, holding his head, as Puffer painfully pulls himself up. Zybala staggers out backwards out of the corner, and Puffer takes immediate advantage with a reverse DDT! Both wrestlers are down, with Puffer feeling every ache and pain from the submissions he's endured.*

Rockwell: It's anyone's ball game! Who can recover first?

Hood: Puffer's got this! Pull a Scooby Doo, detective!

Rockwell: But wouldn't that mean Zybala's NOT a gho-

Hood: No! Because he's a ghost wearing a mask of a man who's acting like a ghost!

Rockwell: ... What?

*Puffer is the first man moving, having rolled over towards the corner. He pulls himself up, rubbing at his mouth, which is probably hurting again. The referee doesn't want to get too close, and has been wearing his gloves this entire contest. As Puffer slowly turns, looking back at his opponent, Zybala suddenly kips up, flipping to his feet! He charges, going for the first step in Facial Reconstruction! But Puffer knocks Zybala's knee away, spinning out of the corner. Zybala catches himself, climbing the corner with some speed, and leaps off with a moonsault crossbody!! But Puffer reacts, catching Zybala and turning it into a spinebuster!!! Zybala's down, as Puffer struggles back to his feet. He starts to move around Zybala... and then falls, as he's clipped in the back of the head by The Incredible One!!*

Hood: TIO!! The A-List is here!!

Rockwell: First Houston, and now Puffer!

*The Incredible One shoves Puffer into the corner, punching and stomping away at him, ignoring the frantic referee. The ref waves his hands to the side, calling for the DQ, as the assault continues. The bell starts ringing repeatedly, but TIO doesn't stop, continuing the hits. Minos smartly stays out of the ring, although his size would probably keep him safe.*

Minos: The winner, via disqualification... "The Good Detective" Jack Puffer!

Rockwell: A brutal sneak-attack from TIO!

Hood: No more than Puffer deserves for his own ambushes!

Rockwell: But they ruined a perfectly good match!

Hood: Uh oh... TIO, behind you!

*Zybala is back on his feet now, figuring out what's going on. He sets himself, positioning behind The Incredible One for a superkick!! But as Zybala steps forward, Knux slides into the ring and jumps in front of TIO, taking the hit!! Knux falls over, even as TIO lashes out, clotheslining Zybala to the mat! He stomps on Zybala, kicking him out of the ring, before turning back to Puffer. The Good Detective tries to fight back, but his swing gets blocked, allowing TIO to lift him into the air and deliver This Damn Incredible (Argentine Piledriver)!! Puffer is out, as The Incredible One goes and grabs at Knux, helping his ally up.*

Hood: The A-List is taking over! And that paranormal pest got popped!

Rockwell: It's definitely been a strong night for The A-List, but will that continue?

*TIO & Knux leave the ring, having made their point. The ref starts checking on Puffer, as we cut away.*



*We cut backstage, where Duce Jones can be seen walking with a purpose. He makes a hard left and paces down the hallway until he's approached by GCWA interviewer, Jones. Duce fails to notice him until Jones taps him on the shoulder, causing him to turn quickly, looking to knock whoever it is grabbing at him. Spotting the interviewer, Duce calms down a bit, before speaking.*

Duce Jones: You can't be sneaking up on folks like that mane. I damn near pushed yo shit back to the back'a ya skull!

Jones: I'm sorry about that Duce but I was wondering if I could speak to you about what's going on between you and O'Connor.

*Taking a moment, Duce looks the interviewer up and down.*

Duce Jones: What's goin' on? What's goin' on is dis mutha'fucka has tha audacity ta stick his nose in business dat didn't pertain ta him. An' once I find him, I'm gonna make sho dat he neva' sticks it in anyone else's business....

*Something catches Duce Jones' attention, turning his head to see what it is, he immediately storms off from Jones.*

Jones: Duce? Is everything okay?

*Duce ignores him as he makes a beeline towards a bald man, standing near a production crate.*

Duce Jones: Ah yeah, sup now muthafucka?!

*Duce rushes towards the man and spins him around, looking to punch him across the jaw. But when the man is fully facing Duce, we notice that it's not who Duce had expected it to be.*

Man: Umm, can I help you?

*Duce, who's feeling kind of silly now, harmlessly pats him on the shoulder.*

Duce Jones: My bad bruh, I thought you was somebody else..

*Shamefully, Duce turns and walks off as the scene fades out.*






*We cut backstage to find a bruised and battered Puffer. If memory serves, and it should, unless you viewers all suffer from Alzheimer's. If memory fucking serves, then you'll all remember Puffer getting laid out by the A-List a few moments ago. Beatings tend to leave bruises...bruises that turn into anger...anger which necessitates justice. Now, Puffer is not a man quick to anger but sometimes, sometimes even the most even keeled individuals have to fight back. Puffer paces. There is no interviewer, only the Good Detective.*

Jack Puffer: Is there no such thing as a gentleman's contest anymore? Can't two wrestlers go out and compete without some sort of tomfoolery taking place? Huh?

*He continues pacing.*

Jack Puffer: Why can't people be content with what they have? Why can't they remain patient, understanding that what they want may eventually arrive? Why must everyone in this world be so darn impatient?

*Puffer stops. His oral herpes riddled mouth is totally inflamed. But, the pain is merely secondary to the frustration within.*

Jack Puffer: I've sat back and watched my title hopes dashed by an unknown assailant. I've sat back and watched my award smashed to smithereens by an unknown assailant. Now, I can't do anything about that until I figure out who and why is behind those incident. This, however...this I can assail.

*Puffer stares into the camera.*

Jack Puffer: TIO, I don't know why or what you have against me. Maybe I got one too many punches in on you during an opening match back in OCW. Maybe it's the full head of hair I possess. Maybe it's the fact that, unlike you, I actually seem to enjoy life. Regardless of the genesis behind your rage, it's there. And the time has come for me to retaliate.

*Puffer looks at the ground for a minute, trying his best to remain composed. He returns his gaze into the camera.*

Jack Puffer: I pride myself in being a gentleman, TIO. But even a gentleman, when pushed one too many times, must remove his gloves. TIO, at Adrenaline Rush III, I accept your challenge. I will show up to fight. I hope and trust you will do the same.

*Puffer turns and marches off, leaving the arena. We go back to the ring.*

Rockwell: So it's set! Jack Puffer vs. The Incredible One at Adrenaline Rush III!

Hood: What an idiot! He's starting to get a nice career going, and now it's all going to end in February.

Rockwell: We'll just have to see what happens, Hood. For now, it's time for our main event!


GCWA Unified X Division Title Match
Dylan Thomas (6-2)(c) vs. Crazy Chris (35-19-1)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening... which will be for the GCWA Unified X Division Championship!!

*The crowd is excited, ready to see if a title can change hands tonight.*

Minos: First, introducing the challenger... 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 is coming into this one believing the Barrows brothers are out for him and Dangerous Dan.

Hood: If they were, why would Crazy Chris be getting this title shot?

Rockwell: You mean the one he earned last month, plus the one he should have had in his rematch clause, plus the Tag-Team Titles shot he and Dan are owed?

Hood: Yeah... all of them... it's his own fault for not pushing harder for them.

Rockwell: Well, tonight, Crazy Chris gets at least one of them, and we'll see if The A-List and the Barrows have anything else planned.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 225 lbs... from Greenwich, Connecticut, but currently residing in Hollywood, California... coming to the ring with Lissandra Thomas and "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson... here is the GCWA Unified X Division Champion... "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas!!

*'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy starts up and Dylan Thomas emerges through the curtain arm in arm with his wife Lissandra Thomas. Both have a huge air of arrogance about them. The arena is FILLED with boos at these two. Does it phase them? Not in the least. They make their way to the ring with huge smirks on their faces and Dylan helps Lissandra up onto the apron, holding the ring ropes open for her. Dave Branson walks quietly behind them, menancingly. Lissandra climbs through and kisses her man as she does so. In the ring, Dylan arrogantly shouts at the people whilst on the nearest corner and Lissandra stays in the ring showing off her man, applauding. As the music dies down, Dylan helps his wife out of the ring before eyeing Crazy Chris and we're underway.*

Rockwell: So this week, Dylan Thomas met with Sally Field, discussed renewing his marriage vows with Lissandra, and cost Branson $550,000.

Hood: You can't say the man's life is boring.

Rockwell: Thomas does seem to be dealing with an anger control issue. He had to be pulled off someone when he lost all control.

Hood: Yep, Dylan Thomas can be a dangerous man, especially in his quest to face "The Rocket Man" Ed Houston. Crazy Chris seriously chose the wrong time to cash in.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Who will leave with the belt?

Hood: A rhetorical question, since the answer's obvious.

*Thomas starts forward, already mouthing off to Crazy Chris about having beat him before. He points to Dangerous Dan, saying something, and Crazy Chris immediately responds with a stiff kick to the chest! Thomas stumbles back, surprised, and is off-balance as Crazy Chris charges, tackling Thomas to the ground! The two men start slugging it out, as the referee moves around them, wondering if he should try to break them up. The fans are excited, chanting "Let Them Fight!" as they continue swinging wildly at each other!*

Rockwell: This one's gotten personal!

Hood: Well, Dylan has been dealing with a lot of stress due to Houston.

Rockwell: Crazy Chris is clearly pissed off about Thomas' comments this week about sexual orientation.

Hood: I'm not touching that one. Just let them fight!

*Both wrestlers are up now, with Crazy Chris threatening to send the champion over the top rope with a toss! But Thomas reaches out, raking across Chris' exposed eyes, blinding him! Crazy Chris lets go of Thomas, holding his hands to his face. Thomas immediately capitalizes, raking his nails across Crazy Chris' back! The masked wrestler stumbles forward, achiing from the pain delivered, as Lissandra is shown outside, looking pleased. Dylan steps into Crazy Chris, lifting him up from behind and giving him a standing back suplex, laying him out on the mat. Thomas gets up, smirking, and grabs hold of Crazy Chris' legs, pushing off of them and leaping over to land his senton leg drop!! Thomas makes the cover, with the ref right there... 1... 2... and Crazy Chris kicks out.*

Hood: It's early, but the champ is looking strong so far!

Rockwell: It took a few cheap moves, but that comes with the territory when it's a member of the A-List.

Hood: Jealous.

Rockwell: Am not.

Hood: Are too!

Rockwell: Am not!

Hood: Are too!

Rockwell: Am... okay, let's stop this riveting commentary and get back to the match.

Hood: Fine. *mumbles* Are too...

*Dave Branson is shown outside, looking stoic as always, as he watches his boss going at it. Dylan Thomas has Crazy Chris back up now. He pops the challenger a few times, keeping him stunned, before lifting him up and planting him with a slam in the middle of the ring. Thomas then goes off the ropes and comes back, laughing, as he drops a fist onto Crazy Chris' head. Crazy Chris pops up, holding his skull, with Thomas continuing the punishment by whipping him into the ropes. As Crazy Chris returns, Thomas goes for a clothesline... but Crazy Chris catches his arm, twisting it over his shoulder, then dropping and going through Thomas' legs, taking the arm with him! With Thomas now trapped in a pumphandle position, Crazy Chris quickly lifts him up and delivers He's Delirious (Chemical Imbalance II)!! The pin is made, with the ref sliding in... 1... 2... and Dylan Thomas is able to get free!*

Rockwell: We almost had a new champion!

Hood: But Dylan Thomas was too smart!

Rockwell: What do you mean, Hood?

Hood: He knew to kick out! That's why nobody can beat him! He'll never forget!

*Both wrestlers get back up, with Thomas trying to go for Crazy Chris' eyes again. But the challenger blocks it, then surprises his foe with a kick to the gut. He then lifts Thomas up into a powerbomb position. The champ's arms are flailing, as Crazy Chris spins him and drops it into the Crazy Ride (Powerbomb Facebuster)!! The crowd loves it, but Lissandra & Dave look worried as Crazy Chris makes another cover... 1... 2... and Thomas shoots a shoulder off the mat in time. Crazy Chris is immediately back on his feet, heading over towards the turnbuckle. He starts to climb, but now Branson is up on the apron, approaching him! The ref warns Branson, who doesn't seem to care... but Dangerous Dan is there, grabbing Branson's leg and dragging him back down! The two wrestlers immediately start fighting it out on the outside, brawling!*

Rockwell: Two fights for the price of one!

Hood: Dangerous Dan should never have gotten involved!

Rockwell: But what about Branson?

Hood: He just wanted a better view!

*Crazy Chris, now unhampered, leaps off the top and drops towards Dylan Thomas with a flying leg drop! But Thomas, having been given a slight reprieve, manages to roll out of range, causing Crazy Chris to crash down and absorb all the impact! Both wrestlers in the ring are down, even as the referee is now focused outside the ring, ordering security to separate the Dangerous Dan and Dave Branson. Security moves in, breaking it up, with the referee apparently ordering that BOTH men are going to have to leave the ringside area! The fans are mixed on this one, even as Branson and Dangerous Dan attempt once more to get to each other.*

Rockwell: They've both been ejected from ringside!

Hood: No! It's not Branson's fault!

Rockwell: Either way, we've got a slightly cleaner contest possible now!

*Lissandra Thomas appears angry as she jumps up on the apron, arguing with the referee. She wants Dave to be able to stay to 'protect her,' since she's so far along in her pregnancy. The referee appears unmoved, saying that she can go with him if she wants to the back. This doesn't go over well for Lissandra, who continues to bitterly complain, bringing up the Barrows. In the meantime, Crazy Chris is back up, limping from the damage he did to his spinal cord. He turns towards a recovering Dylan, trying to grab him... but Dylan drops and throws up a low blow, right through Crazy Chris' legs!! The challenger collapses, gasping in pain, as Thomas flops backwards, pretending to still be down as the referee looks back.*

Rockwell: So much for a cleaner fight...

Hood: Two points! Through the uprights!

Rockwell: Wouldn't that be one point?

Hood: Normally, yes, but it's Dylan, which doubles the value immediately.

*The champion gets back to his feet, looking very pleased with himself. He reaches down, grabbing hold of the hurting Crazy Chris' legs, and twisting him into the Hollywood Clover Leaf! The submission is locked on, with Crazy Chris immediately yelling out due to the strain. The fans are booing, expecting this to be over through a dirty move, but Crazy Chris is shaking his head rapidly at the referee, refusing to give in. He uses his arms as if doing push-ups, giving him a little height off the floor, which allows him to start inching his way forward towards the ropes. Thomas hangs on, trying to keep Crazy Chris in position while keeping the same amount of pressure. But he's unable to stop the slowly-building momentum, as Crazy Chris keeps fighting, all the way to the ropes! The ref forces the break, much to the annoyance of both Dylan & Lissandra.*

Rockwell: Crazy Chris is still in it!

Hood: Yeah, but with the state of his spine, his legs, and his nuts, it's only a matter of time before Dylan puts him away.

Rockwell: Will he then give us a Sally Field victory speech?

Hood: As long as it's him and not Field giving it, I'm all for it!

*After adding in a few more stomps to the back of his foe, Dylan Thomas turns and talks to Lissandra for a minute, smiling at her. She wants him to get back to work, so Dylan steps over and drags Crazy Chris up... only to have Chris drop backwards, pulling Dylan into a small package! The ref counts... 1... 2... and Thomas barely gets free in time! He pops up, furious, and starts kicking Crazy Chris repeatedly in the ribs, letting out his anger at having almost had the match, and the title, stolen from him. Thomas then pulls Crazy Chris up, lifting him into the air and landing a Perfect Plex! Again the ref is in position... 1... 2... and Crazy Chris breaks free at the last moment! Thomas returns to his feet, angrily grabbing Crazy Chris once more, this time slipping him into a crucifix pinning combination! The ref goes once more... 1... 2... and again Crazy Chris escapes!*

Rockwell: Some close falls there for both wrestlers!

Hood: Yeah, but Crazy Chris' attempt was desperate. Dylan's got this!

*Thomas is back on his feet now, looking down at his opponent with a lot of scorn. He kicks weakly at Chris' back leg, as if trying to encourage him to get up. Chris starts to pull himself up, shaking his head clear. But as Crazy Chris reaches vertical, Thomas knees him in the gut, bending him over again. Dylan looks out at his wife, Lissandra, apparently dedicating this to her, before setting up Crazy Chris for The Perfect Finisher (Double Knee Gutbuster). But as Thomas starts to go back, Crazy Chris breaks free, causing Thomas to fall on his own to the mat! Thomas shakes it off pretty quickly, pulling himself up, as Crazy Chris stumbles back. Thomas then charges, trying to clothesline the challenger to get back in control. But Crazy Chris ducks under it and turns, picking up Thomas from behind and delivering the Crazy Days (TKO Facebreaker)!!! Thomas is down, with Crazy Chris laying next to him, taking a moment to try to pull himself together.*

Rockwell: Just like that, Crazy Chris has evened it up!

Hood: Damn it! Someone get Dave Branson back down here!

Rockwell: The ref threw him out!

Hood: And he left, but it's like a hockey penalty, right? Can't he come back after 2 minutes?

Rockwell: No! It's nothing like a hockey penalty!

Hood: Well it should be!

*Lissandra looks concerned as Crazy Chris slowly starts pulling himself up. She turns and looks towards the back, waving her arm as if calling someone to come down. We switch to a backstage image, where we see Dave Branson now standing with The Incredible One and Knux. Dangerous Dan is nowhere to be seen, possibly having been attacked by all three men once they reached the back.*

The Incredible One: Looks like another loser needs to be taught a lesson.

*The three men start to move towards the backstage exit... when a figure appears in front of them. Ed Houston. He's still battered, with a bloody lip and a clear bruise on the side of his face.*

The Incredible One: You again? Didn't you learn enough last time?

*Knux steps forward to grab Houston, only to have Houston suddenly lash out with a baseball bat, jabbing it into Knux's side! Knux falls back, as Houston sets, ready to fight. Branson and The Incredible One both rush forward, with Branson catching the swing from Houston to knock the bat away. They start fighting it out, with the numbers quickly overwhelming the hurting Houston, as we return to ringside.*

Hood: Hah! Houston's taking another beating!

Rockwell: But he's buying Crazy Chris some time!

Hood: ... Oh shit, you're right!

*Lissandra, seeing what's going on by watching the big screen, looks more nervous. In the ring, both Crazy Chris and Dylan Thomas are getting back to their feet. Thomas tries to swing first, but Crazy Chris blocks it, then starts throwing his own shots, kicking away at Thomas with his 'educated' feet. He gets Thomas back into the ropes, then whips him in the other direction. As Thomas hits the ropes, Crazy Chris is already running at him, leaping and hitting a flying forearm! Thomas topples onto his back, with Crazy Chris making the cover... 1... 2... and Thomas kicks out in time. Crazy Chris gets up, starting to feel the energy of the crowd. He moves to the side, preparing for a running assault... when Lissandra reaches through the ropes, grabbing his foot! Crazy Chris pulls away, glaring back at Lissandra, who pleads innocence to the referee. Crazy Chris turns back... and Thomas is there with a spike DDT!!! He makes the pin... 1... 2... and Chris manages to get a shoulder up!*

Rockwell: Even if the rest of the A-List can't be there, Lissandra's still a major distraction!

Hood: Yep, she's beautiful, isn't she?

Rockwell: Not quite what I meant...

*Thomas struggles back up, feeling every hit he's taken in this one. He waits for Crazy Chris to struggle up as well, and then grabs him... only for Crazy Chris to turn into it, lifting Thomas up and throwing him down with Inverted Sanity (inverted suplex)!! Crazy Chris then slowly gets up, looking over towards the turnbuckle as the crowd starts to cheer. Lissandra is up, though, on the apron, screaming at the challenger. She waves her shoe, apparently threatening to bring it in and hit him with it. Crazy Chris steps back, not wanting a DQ victory, as the referee moves in to block her. Lissandra shouts at the referee, pushing him to the side slightly, then in the same motion lets her shoe fly! But Crazy Chris ducks... and it hits Thomas instead!! Thomas falls to a knee, holding his head, as Lissandra's eyes go wide, stunned at what just happened.*

Rockwell: An errant throw from Lissandra!

Hood: That's a disqualification! Dylan Thomas wins!

Rockwell: The ref missed it, Hood!

Hood: C'mon, ref, get your damn eyes checked!

*The referee continues to argue with Lissandra, ordering her to get down, as Crazy Chris moves to the apron. As Thomas gets back to his feet, Crazy Chris springs over the ropes, twisting into the Crazy Bastard (twisting slingshot DDT)!!!! He makes the pin, holding on tightly... 1... 2... 3... 4... it'd be a pin for sure, but the ref is still talking to Lissandra! The fans boo as Crazy Chris hops to his feet, furious. He storms over, grabbing the referee and wanting him to get focused. The referee apologizes, even as Lissandra drops back off the apron, not wanting to risk collateral damage. Crazy Chris orders the ref to come back with him, going over to where Dylan Thomas is laying. But Thomas suddenly reaches up and gets the cradle, while grabbing hold of the ropes! The ref counts... 1... 2... 3 NO!!! Somehow Crazy Chris gets out of it!*

Hood: That was 3! I saw it, it was 3!

Rockwell: It wasn't, the ref called it off!

Hood: He can't do that to the A-List!

*Both wrestlers get back up, exchanging shots, trying to gain the momentum here near the end. Thomas uses a thumb to the eye to stagger Crazy Chris back, then jumps in, going for the Perfect Finisher once again! But Chris, next to the ropes, hangs on, and Thomas hits hard from the angle he lands at! The champion rolls towards the center of the ring, stunned, even as Crazy Chris turns and climbs the turnbuckle, getting up as quickly as possible. Lissandra, seeing this, starts around the ring and goes to climb the apron, again shouting at the challenger. Dylan, hearing his wife, struggles to get back to his feet, trying to find her. Crazy Chris completely ignores her, leaping off the turnbuckle just outside her outstretched hand... and hits the Crazy Man's Suicide on Thomas!!! The fans erupt as Crazy Chris falls into the pin, with the ref right there... 1... 2... Lissandra comes in, but too late... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... and the NEW GCWA Unified X Division Champion... Crazy Chris!!!

Hood: No! No no no!

Rockwell: Yes! Crazy Chris is back on top! Only the second person to repeat as the X Division Champion!

Hood: This is a farce! It should have been a victory for Dylan! He won via pinfall and won via disqualification!!

Rockwell: Not the way the referee sees it, Hood!

Hood: Rigged!! It was rigged!!

Rockwell: All I see is a GCWA Hall of Famer holding the gold!

*Crazy Chris gets handed the championship, taking it gladly. It's like meeting an old friend he hasn't seen in a long time. Crazy Chris then rolls to the outside, as we suddenly see the rest of The A-List charging the ring. They storm in, upset, even as Crazy Chris heads to the crowd to depart. The camera shifts backstage, where we see Ed Houston lying on the ground. The baseball bat is broken near him, as medics run in to check on the World Champion. They turn him over, with Houston showing a small smile through his split lip, hearing Crazy Chris' music. We cut away.*



*We return one more time backstage, in the backstage office where Jonathan Barrows has spent most of his evening. He looks haggard, having been trying to take care of every little thing that's come up. He turns to an assistant who's been trying her best to help out.*

Jonathan Barrows: Alright, Julia, tell them to get ready to start shutting down again. What a disappointing end to the night. Thanks for helping, I'll make sure you're on the list for a raise... at the very least.

*Julia nods with a sly smile and departs, as Jonathan collapses into his office chair. He just breathes for a second, pulling himself back together. He then opens his eyes, which fall on his cell phone sitting on the desk. He checks it, seeing no messages.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hunter... Deana... this workload is a killer... where are you guys?

*After a second, Jonathan picks up his phone and scrolls through the names. He doesn't go far, staring at one name for a few seconds before finally sighing and hitting it. He puts it on speaker, waiting as it rings.*

The Accelerator: Hey boyos! You've reached the land line of Ace! I'm not available to talk right now, so please leave a message. Unless this is one of my sons, Jonathan or Hunter. You guys can go to *BEEP*.

Jonathan Barrows: ... Hey, Dad. I know you don't want to hear from me, and I didn't really want to call you. But I haven't been able to get in touch with either Deana or Hunter, and I thought maybe you might know something. Look, I'll give your cell phone a try. Please, call me back when you...

*A click is suddenly heard, the sound of someone interrupting the answering machine and going live. Jonathan stops, surprised.*

Jonathan Barrows: Dad? Hello?

Voice: ... Didn't you hear the message? The Accelerator isn't available to talk right now.

Jonathan Barrows: Who... who is this?

Voice: You don't remember me? I thought it would be obvious. After all, your workload isn't a killer, but I am.

*Jonathan stares at the phone, his eyes slowly growing wide.*

Voice: It took you long enough to call your father. Family should be respected, shouldn't it? Being how precious it is?

Jonathan Barrows: ... Bifford?

The Big Bifford: I'll pass along your message to Ace, as well as your concerns for Deana and Hunter. We'll talk. Soon.

*The phone clicks, ending the call. Jonathan just stares at the phone for a moment.*

Jonathan Barrows: Bifford....

*Barrows suddenly rises up, throwing the desk over, sending everything on top of it crashing to the floor.*

Jonathan Barrows: BIFFORD!! GODDAMMIT!!!

*Jonathan storms off, in a rage, as the cell phone, now lying on the ground, lights up. We see a picture of The Big Bifford smiling towards the camera with a selfie. Behind him, you can see three blurry figures, all apparently secured to chairs. We fade out.*

OOC: That concludes our 20th show since August 2019! Feels like there have been a lot more than that, but I'll take it! Thanks to everyone who rp'ed, I had some extremely tough decisions to make this week. We've got two Infernos left before Adrenaline Rush III, so let's keep building towards the best show possible!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, February 7th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, TX

Opener

Duce Jones vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn

Mid-Card

"Mad Dog" Mark Wright vs. Aaron Warthog

Dangerous Dan vs. Chad Vargas

Main Event

Ed Houston & Dylan Thomas, GCWA World Title Contract Signing

Roleplaying will be from Friday, January 31st to Wednesday, February 5th, giving you 6 days to post a roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!