GCWA Friday Night Inferno


*And you thought last week was long... this week has been an absolute horror. Full days, weather blasts, credit card fraud... yeah, this week was terrible. But there's always a bright spot right at the end, isn't there? Friday. Our favorite day of the week by far. Saturday's are good too, but nothing beats the feeling of freedom on a Friday. Plus, of course, it brings us Friday Night Inferno once again! So settle in, put the week behind you, and let's get to the excitement and glory of the GCWA!*

*Once your favorite logo in the whole wide world disappears, the usual intro for the GCWA begins, showing us clips of recent shows.*

Voice: The new year has now entered its second month, but the wars begun in 2020 continue to rage around us...

*Images flash by of some of the brawls between Ed Houston, Jack Puffer, and The A-List.*

Voice: The wars continues to reverberate through the entire company, affecting those outside its confines.

*We see Crazy Chris winning the Unified X Division Title over Thomas, thanks in part to Houston's sacrifice. We also see Mike Zybala getting involved when The A-List attacked Jack Puffer during their match.*

Voice: Other wars continue to gain in violence, with causalities almost a certainty...

*Some of Tony Savage's recent assaults rush by, with "Mad Dog" Mark Wright showing his fury at Savage's actions. Their brawl is focused on. We also see the recent interactions between Mack O'Connor and Duce Jones.*

*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: One thing's for sure... these wars will come to a head at Adrenaline Rush III. 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 roar of the crowd melds with the sound of the pyro going off, making it seem even louder than normal. The camera moves around to the broadcast area near ringside, where Adrian Rockwell and Hood are waiting.*

Rockwell: It's time for another insane night of Friday Night Inferno! Welcome to the fire! I'm Adrian Rockwell, joined by my colleague, Hood.

Hood: What up, bitches?

Rockwell: We're set for another exciting week of action here on Inferno, as we are now one week closer to Adrenaline Rush III!

Hood: And the triumphant beginning of the World Championship reign of Dylan Thomas! It will be perfection!

Rockwell: Tonight, we get to see some of our top stars in action, including "Mad Dog" Mark Wright, Duce Jones, Dangerous Dan, and "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!

Hood: And I'm sure those will all be fun matches. But what people have really come here for tonight is the World Title contract signing, the beginning of the end for "The Rocket Man" Ed Houston...

Rockwell: Yes, that will take place in our main event. It's going to be a hell of a night!



*We start out in the office of Jonathan Barrows, where it appears a tornado touched down. There is paperwork everywhere, along with numerous assistants who have been brought in to help this week. Jonathan himself is on the telephone, waiting.*

Jonathan Barrows: Damn it, I hate being on hold... hello? Yes, this is Mr. Barrows. I wanted to get an update... yes, I understand, but I thought maybe you had heard... okay, look, it's just that this is my family, okay? I want this man, The Big Bifford, punished.... yes... well, how hard is it to locate a man his size??

*Barrows listens for a few seconds, shaking his head.*

Jonathan Barrows: Fine, just... keep hitting his old haunts. Try and track down Earl the Popcorn Salesman, see what he's up to. I just want this... resolved. Thank you.

*Barrows hangs up the phone, deep in thought. He starts to look around, realizing the sound around him has reduced significantly.*

Jonathan Barrows: Back to work, everyone! We have a show to put on!

*The noise picks up again as Jonathan heads for his desk. We go back to ringside.*

Hood: Damn that Bifford! The guy should have been locked up years ago!

Rockwell: We still don't have a lot of proof that Bifford actually has Deana & Hunter Barrows, as well as The Accelerator.

Hood: They've disappeared and Bifford sent selfies, dammit! He's got them! Don't you remember what happened to The Toothfairy's family??

Rockwell: No, not really.

Hood: Right, that was in OCW. But trust me, Bifford has a history of kidnapping families!

Rockwell: All we can do at this point is hope that Bifford does contact Jonathan again. I'm certainly worried about Ace. He hasn't been in the best of health since his sons attacked him.

Hood: Exactly! Think of what Bifford's doing to him! Hell, there might already be an Ace Chicken Sandwich out there!

Rockwell: But Bifford and Ace always got along!

Hood: Bifford does whatever the hell he wants, you know that! He wants his job back, who knows how extreme he's willing to go??

Rockwell: On that solemn note... the show must go on. So let's head to ringside for our first match!


Singles Match
Duce Jones (13-4) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (6-21-1)

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

*The fans start cheering, always loving the underdog, as "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor begins to play. Peter Vaughn walks out on the stage, carrying his trusty mop. He shakes it to the beat of the song, trying to get himself fired up. He heads for the ring, giving a few fans a high five with the mop.*

Rockwell: We haven't seen much of The Janitor lately, as rumor has it he's been off on a new workout plan.

Hood: He looks exactly the same... actually, he might be smaller than I remember.

Rockwell: Maybe he worked on his speed?

Hood: As long as he's not back on his supplement addiction, I'm fine with it. I just don't think it'll help him against Duce Jones.

Minos: His opponent...

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

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

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

Minos: Now coming to the ring... standing 6'0" and weighing in at 215 lbs... from Memphis, Tennessee... a former GCWA North American Champion... here is Duce Jones!!

*Slowly making his way towards the ring, Jones ignores the cheers and jeers that the fans are giving, as he soon makes it to ringside. Climbing onto the apron, Duce goes to the corner to his right, climbing onto the second rope and peering out into the crowd. Finally done, he goes through the ropes and removes his hooded vest and championship as he prepares for action.*

Rockwell: Jones has been having a rough few weeks after the surprising debut of Mack O'Connor. After having his Gauntlet Invitational end abruptly, Jones also took a hard defeat to "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas.

Hood: I'm glad his dad is telling him to stop being a baby and suck it up!

Rockwell: I don't think that's what Krayzie was saying at all.

Hood: Close enough. He wanted him to mop up the rec center, too.

Rockwell: To prepare for The Janitor here tonight!

Hood: Or just to give him some secondary skills if his wrestling skills are fading. Happens to the best of them!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So what does the veteran Vaughn have for Duce Jones tonight?

Hood: He's got a mop. I don't see much else.

Rockwell: And the mop will have to be put down at ringside if Vaughn doesn't want a DQ.

*Vaughn still has the mop in his hands as the referee goes to talk to him, asking him to put it away. Vaughn is shaking his head, though, pointing towards Duce repeatedly. Curious, Duce walks over, with the two men talking for a minute. Duce smiles and takes the offered mop, looking it over for a second. Vaughn makes sure to point out the signature he put on the handle. Duce thanks him, walking back and putting the mop in his own corner, getting a small cheer from the crowd. It waits there as Duce turns back around, walking back towards his competition.*

Rockwell: Vaughn with a gift for Duce Jones! That's a surprise...

Hood: Can he afford to give up any mops at this point in his 'career'?

Rockwell: I guess Vaughn heard about Duce always anticipating Vaughn coming to the ring, since anything can happen. The Janitor decided to give his 'fan' a present: a signed mop!

Hood: Somehow I don't see that being worth that much in the future...

Rockwell: Not unless The Janitor goes on another winning streak...

*The two wrestlers lock up, with Duce quickly overpowering Vaughn and taking him back to the corner. The ref calls for the break, and Duce quickly does it, stepping backwards with his arms up. Vaughn nods in appreciation, but then tries to jump forward, as if to grab Duce around the waist! Duce reacts instantly, dodging and throwing Vaughn towards the center of the ring. Vaughn hops back up, spinning and preparing to try another tackle... but Duce is already flying in, scoring the Krayzed Knee!!! Vaughn collapses to the mat, out of it, as Duce Jones stands over him, pumped up as the fans cheer the maneuver.*

Rockwell: Vaughn could already be out!

Hood: Looking like another typical night for The Janitor. He'll be cleaning toilets again later tonight...

*While there's a small contingent of Janitor fans who are trying to inspire the wrestler to get up, most of the crowd appears to be on Duce's side as he reaches down and drags Vaughn back upwards. Vaughn is barely able to stand, but he doesn't have to be there long, as Duce dishes out the Duce of Clubs (Ripcord headbutt followed by knee strike with the arms held)!!! The Janitor is back on the mat, not moving, as Duce looks around at the crowd, almost disappointed that the match didn't last longer. It was not one of Vaughn's better nights. Duce drops for the cover, securing the leg just in case, as the referee counts... 1... 2... 3!!!*

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

Hood: That new workout of Vaughn's? It sucks...

Rockwell: I have to agree. He went down even quicker than he has in the past. I just wonder if it's because of Vaughn not being prepared, or Duce Jones just being more motivated to get the victory.

Hood: He needed to wash the Vargas loss out of his mouth, but I don't think a win over The Janitor will be that successful.

Rockwell: Trust me, as a wrestler, the only thing that will help Duce now is getting his hands on Mack O'Connor.

*Vaughn is still out, with the referee leaning over him to try and get him to respond. Duce Jones climbs the turnbuckle, celebrating. He makes sure to get the autographed mop and heads out of the ring, already setting his mind to his next goal.*



*We cut backstage to find THE GOOD DETECTIVE, Jack Puffer sneaking around. He holds a fairly thick stack of papers in his left hand while he slowly turns the knob to a door with his right. The door opens, slowly... it creaks, a bit. Puffer winces, hoping the noise doesn't draw any attention. He looks around and discovers he's in the clear. He sneaks into the room.*

*Inside the room we spot a bunch of TIO merch. The lights are already on, whoever was in this room previously obviously had no consideration for the light bill. Puffer removes some scotch tape from his pocket and begins to tape individual sheets of paper over TIO posters, onto TIO t-shirts, across TIO swimsuit calendars, and, most regrettably of all, on top of TIO condom boxes. The sheets of paper all read one word, 'IMPOSTER'.*

Jack Puffer: Take that, TIO! You are no star... you are an IMPOSTER.

*Puffer marvels at the job he has done. His face is still riddled with oral herpes. He spots a coffee mug that says, "That Damn Incredible."*

Jack Puffer: Hmm... must be some really good coffee in there.

*Puffer obviously doesn't get the slogan. He snares the off-white cup and takes a sip. He closes his eyes and smacks his lips.*

Jack Puffer: MmmmmmMMMM... now that's some good java.

*He places the mug down. An imprint of oral blood is stuck to the rim. Puffer marches out, whistling.*





*"Vagabond" by the Greenskeepers blares out over the speakers in the arena. The crowd erupts into cheers as Mack O'Connor comes out on the stage. Wearing jeans and a simple black T-shirt, he ignores the cheers of the crowd as he heads straight to the ring. He slides in, stands, and calls for a microphone. A ringside PA tosses one in. Mack catches it, taking a moment to pace around the ring to find his words.*

Mack O'Connor: I'm not one to make speeches so I'll make this quick. I know I haven't made it clear why I've inserted myself here in GCWA. Specifically, why I've put Duce Jones in my cross-hairs.

*Mack stops for a moment, pulling out a flask from his back pocket. He takes a quick sip, then goes back to speaking.*

Mack O'Connor: And the truth is this... I have proven myself time and time again. Over in OCW, I won the OCW World Title twice. And both times... Both times the organization shut down soon after. I've busted my ass for years, and still people get on my ass about being a paper champion. I've beaten some of the best in this business, yet it still seems I'm overlooked as a power to be reckoned with. So here I am. I was released from prison for one last OCW event, but now I've come here for one reason and one reason only: To prove I'm not just some drunken fool.

*Mack takes another sip from his flask*

Mack O'Connor: Why GCWA? Simple. Some people here know me. Some don't. Others respect me, others don't. I'm here to prove once again I can rise to the top. I've heard Duce Jones is among GCWA's finest. I've heard that the man is the one standing in between me and the GCWA World Championship. So yeah, I've been fucking with him. I've been lurking. And now? Now I'm ready to make real moves. I'm ready to move past Jones and challenge Houston for that GCWA Championship.

*Mack smiles, taking one more sip from his shiny flask*

Mack O'Connor: So that's why I'm here. I'm here to challenge Ed Houston for the GCWA Championship. And-

???: Naw..

*Duce can be seen walking out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. Now sporting a Titans blue hoodie with matching sweats, he shakes his head furiously from left to right as the fans are mixed in their response to him.*

Duce Jones: Y'all got me soooo fucked up if y'all thank I'm gonna let dis one ride.

*Opting not to stay on the stage, Duce begins to make his way down the aisle.*

Duce Jones: I let shit slide tha first time wit Dylan but dis shit right here…

*Duce shakes his head again.*

Duce Jones: I ain't gon let ride.. See, since tha first day I signed my contact wit tha GCDubyaA.. My main focus was workin' my way up ta dat big strap. See I missed my first opportunity cause'a prior engagements which forced me ta not be apart'a tha round robin. Then I thought comin' out here every Friday night an' beating ass would get me a shot. But nope..

*Now at ringside, Jones climbs up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, standing across from O'Connor.*

Duce Jones: Seems like all it took was fo' Thomas ta sneak attack Ed an' get a shot. But ya see Mack, I've worked too muthafuckin' hard ta have it overlooked by tha powers dat be. I mean, c'mon Mack, ya just sat out here an' said it yaself.. You was only let outta prison ta do tha OCDubya deal but here you are, standin' inside'a GCDubyaA rang askin' fo' a shot at tha World Heavyweight belt. You should be somewhere tryin' ta not get ya shit pushed in.

*Mack smirks as the crowd reacts to Duce's last comment.*

Duce Jones: I meant dat in tha most respectful way possible but anyway, I don't knock anythang dat you've accomplished in dis business but here in tha GCDubyaA, if ya want a shot at dat big belt.. Tha line starts behind me.

*Duce uses his left thumb to point at himself.*

Duce Jones: An' seein' how ya been runnin' round here stickin' ya nose in affairs dat don't belong ta ya. I thank it's time ta fo' a lil payback.

*Jones steps up to Mack and knocks the flask from his hand. O'Connor watches as it crashes onto the mat, sliding a few feet.*

Hood: Not the special brew!!

Rockwell: Looks like these guys aren't going to wait any longer!

Mack O'Connor: I guess I'll just have to whip your ass and get sent back to prison...

*Just as the two wrestlers begin to raise their fists, the big screen comes on, showing Jonathan Barrows.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hold it!

*Both wrestlers step around to face Barrows, neither giving up an inch of ground between them.*

Jonathan Barrows: There's no need for you two to fight... yet. I just got off the phone with Treat Cassidy, Mr. O'Connor's agent. We have come to... a deal.

Hood: Treat Cassidy, the master negotiator, vs. Jonathan Barrows, the shrewd businessman!

Rockwell: So what's the deal?

*O'Connor looks a little more relaxed now, knowing some of what Cassidy was going to talk to Barrows about. Jones looks ready to still go at it.*

Jonathan Barrows: Quite simply, Mr. O'Connor, we have a deal in place for a one-night contract for you to appear at Adrenaline Rush III. It will be... a #1 Contenders match for the GCWA World Heavyweight Title!

*The fans pop at this announcement, with O'Connor nodding to it.*

Jonathan Barrows: And your opponent on that night... much as I hate to say it, but per Cassidy & your request... Duce Jones!

*Duce straightens up, realizing what he's just gotten. The crowd gives a strong cheer.*

Rockwell: It will be Duce vs. Mack for the #1 contendership!

Hood: A dream match! For O'Connor, at least!

Jonathan Barrows: Now if you two don't mind, I have a lot more to take care of tonight. So please... don't make me send out security...

*The image shuts off, as Jones and O'Connor once again lock eyes. O'Connor smiles, stepping away and picking up his flask. Due to its design, very little was spilled. He turns and leaves the ring, having gotten what he wanted. Jones watches him go, still with conflicting emotions, not wanting to just let him leave. But there's also the #1 Contendership to consider. He stands and watches O'Connor depart.*

Hood: What a match that's going to be! I'm betting it'll be the match of the night!

Rockwell: Hard to say that, as we've already got Puffer vs. TIO and Houston vs. Thomas booked as well.

Hood: Jesus, this night's going to blow the hell out of the rest of the competition!

*The fans start up a "Duce!" chant, as Duce finally leaves the ring, walking quietly towards the back. He doesn't focus on the fans, intent on his own private thoughts.*

Rockwell: It's already been a momentous night for the GCWA, and we've still got plenty more to go! Let's get to Minos for our next contest!


GCWA North American Title Match
"Mad Dog" Mark Wright(c) (6-1-1) vs. Aaron Warthog (0-4)

Minos: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall... and will be for the GCWA North American Title!

*The crowd pops, albeit a little weaker than normal.*

Hood: I know Mad Dog wants to defend the North American Title every time he wrestles... but he keeps facing jobbers!

Rockwell: He fights whoever the leadership puts him against, Hood. And he's sworn to give everyone a chance for the belt.

Hood: I get that... but I'm worried it's starting to affect the reputation of the belt, fighting guys like Lightning and Warthog. At least Duce challenged wrestlers like Lindsey Troy and Lusus!

Rockwell: The way things are shaping up, I'm pretty sure Mad Dog's competition will go up quickly in the coming days as we head towards Adrenaline Rush. But for now, let's see how things go tonight!

Minos: 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.*

Hood: Warthog got so screwed last week... and it was amazing!

Rockwell: O'Connor being a replacement for Xtreme was a surprise, but Warthog shouldn't have tried to circumvent the system to get his first victory. He needs to earn it in the ring!

Hood: Good luck to him tonight, I don't see that happening.

Minos: His opponent... coming towards the ring... standing 6'2" and weighing 238 lbs... from the hills of West Virginia... here 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. He 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 and runs down the entrance way and slides under the bottom rope into the ring.*

Rockwell: Mad Dog and his brother, The Demon, appear to be on the hunt for multiple people as of late, including Tony Savage.

Hood: It shouldn't be much of a hunt. Savage isn't exactly hiding.

Rockwell: But for tonight, Mad Dog needs to focus on the threat to his championship reign.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Can Aaron Warthog shock the world and become the North American Champion?

Hood: What a disgrace that would be...

*Mad Dog sets himself, ready to defend his title. He waits, though, as Warthog instead steps through the ropes and goes to the outside, apparently not ready to fight just yet. Warthog steps down off the stairs to the floor as the referee begins his slow count, with the fans beginning to boo. But Warthog starts signalling to Mad Dog to come out and face him on the floor, demanding satisfaction. He pounds on the apron, then waves Mad Dog on again, wanting to start the fight outside the ring. Mad Dog is shaking his head, skeptical of Warthog's motives.*

Rockwell: Warthog wasn't happy with Mad Dog's manager, Sunny Jim, commenting about his weight. Apparently he wants to make this one a little more physical.

Hood: Somebody remind the dummy that he can't win the title via a countout, especially if he's the one counted out!

*Warthog doesn't show any signs of coming back in, which seems to annoy Mad Dog. He didn't come here for a quick victory with no wrestling. He turns and talks to the referee, getting him to stop his count for a moment, before turning and stepping through the ropes, coming out of the ring to the side of where Warthog is. Warthog, smiling, goads Mad Dog on, wanting to brawl. As Mad Dog comes around, getting ready to lock up with him... Warthog turns and rolls into the ring, standing tall and laughing! He's daring Mad Dog to try to come in, but as soon as Mad Dog attempts it, Warthog tries to stomp on him, causing Mad Dog to drop back outside.*

Hood: Warthog's got the high ground!

Rockwell: Again, he can't win the title this way. But he's certainly playing some mind games tonight.

Hood: I always thought you had to have a brain to pull off mind games. Warthog's the exception to the rule, I guess.

*Mad Dog tries to come in again, but Warthog is there, bringing down his large boot, causing Mad Dog to retreat. The champion looks a little frustrated, yelling at Warthog to just fight him like a man, but Warthog replies that he's just fighting him like a dog! Mad Dog, angry now, starts in again, with Warthog going for another stomp. But this time, Mad Dog grabs him by the leg, tripping Warthog up and causing him to fall onto his back! Warthog rolls over and starts to get up, rubbing the back of his head, even as the champ slides in and gets to his feet, glaring at his opponent.*

Rockwell: Uh oh. I don't think Mad Dog feels like playing around anymore.

Hood: Try a few commands there, Warthog! Sit! Stay! Or in your case, I recommend playing dead!

*Warthog gets up, trying to figure out what went wrong. He turns, and Mad Dog's right there, nailing him with the Mountaineer Lariat!! The shot nearly takes Warthog's head off, sending the heavyweight crashing to the ground. He lays there, out of it, as Mad Dog turns and goes to the turnbuckle, with the crowd getting behind him. The champion climbs up quickly, having barely been winded in this one. He positions himself on top, He throws a couple of barks out to the crowd before leaping into the air, dropping onto the prone Warthog with Go Mad (Top-Rope Diving Headbutt)!! The move lands perfectly, with Mad Dog feeling the effects from the landing before rolling over to make the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: Warthog once again tried to be sneaky, but it still hasn't paid off for him.

Hood: The only thing is does is prolong his time in the ring. At least he gets a decent paycheck, since this was a title shot. But that's all he has going for him.

Rockwell: As for Mad Dog, he's once again victorious as we head towards Adrenaline Rush!



*As Warthog is painfully helped from the ring, "Mad Dog" stays where he is, motioning to the outside for a mic.*

Rockwell: Looks like Mad Dog isn't through here just yet...

Hood: Eh, I like it better when Sunny Jim is doing the talking...

Mad Dog: Tony Savage, I heard your challenge to me last week. You're so confident since you beat me in my first match here. I ain't afraid to admit it. But you've seen my streak since then. You've seen me beat Duce twice, the guy you couldn't beat, dats for damn sure. So I'll defend my North American Championship against you gladly, any time, any place. ROOF! ROOF! ROO-

*Suddenly, Mad Dog goes flying forward, as Tony Savage has attacked from behind!! He nailed Mad Dog with a chain-wrapped fist, taking the champion down!*

Rockwell: Oh shit!

Hood: Call his name and he shall appear and kick your fucking ass!

*Mad Dog tries to get up to fight back, but Savage clocks him again, dropping him to his knees. Savage then unwraps the chain, showing that it's actually a dog chain-leash with a collar on the end. He wraps the collar around Mad Dog's throat, tightening it. Mad Dog struggles against it, trying to pull away, but Savage yanks him up, says something to him that isn't caught by the camera, and then runs forward... slinging Mad Dog over the top rope!! Savage hangs onto the chain leash, hanging Mad Dog in the air!!!!*

Rockwell: NO!! Somebody get in there to stop this!!

Hood: Yeah, too far, Savage!! You're gonna kill him!!

*GCWA Security starts moving towards the ring, looking like they weren't ready for this. But a force plows right through them, rushing the ring. It's "The Demon" Daniel Wright!! Savage, seeing this, smiles and wraps the chain leash around the top rope, leaving a red-faced Mad Dog still hanging as he leaves the ring on the other side. It's not even a choice for The Demon, who goes to free his brother instead of chasing after Savage.*

Rockwell: Get him down!!

Hood: Cut the collar or something!!

*Security, having picked themselves back up, arrive at ringside, grabbing at Mad Dog's legs to lift him up and reduce the pressure. The Demon works at the chain leash, getting it free from the ropes. As Mad Dog is rescued, Savage is seen once more, confidently walking up the aisle, his work here done. We fade to commercial.*





*We cut backstage to see Mike Zybala walking the halls. He walks up to a door with "Barrows" name on the plaque. He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door. A voice tells him to enter and he opens the door. Zybala does this and enters the office. Sitting at the desk is Jonathan Barrows. He looks at Zybala with a neutral look.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hello, Mr. Zybala. I've got a lot going on tonight, so I'll be brief. I know you issued a challenge to the A-List, wanting to join Houston & Puffer in their tag match against them.

Zybala: That would be the nature of my business here today.

Jonathan Barrows: Well, like I said, I'll be brief. Consider your addition... vetoed...

*The crowd boos, unhappy with this announcement.*

Rockwell: Barrows isn't going to let Zybala wrestle in the match?

Hood: Hah! A veto! Zybala's worst fear from OCW has returned!

*We see Zybala start clenching his fist at the mention of the dreaded "V" word. He keeps his composure and presses on.*

Zybala: I would kindly ask you to reconsider. The A-List butted their noses into my business now and I would very much like to get some vengeance on them. I believe a six person tag match would make for very good television.

*Barrows gives Zybala a look that he has seen from Marcus Welsh all too many times.*

Jonathan Barrows: You should know better than anyone, Mr. Zybala, that "good television" differs from person to person. And quite frankly, I don't see adding two more wrestlers into the match increasing its value. However, having watched you for as long as I have, I know you'll still feel the urge to get involved anyway, whether I book you in the match or not.

*Zybala is noncommittal, neither confirming nor denying the statement. But fans can be heard giving a little cheer, knowing it's probably true.*

Jonathan Barrows: So I'll tell you what I'm willing to do. Something that I believe WOULD add interest to this match would be... a special guest referee.

*Another reaction from the crowd can be heard, although it's a little mixed.*

Jonathan Barrows: Would you be interested in this position?

Zybala: I think that would be just fine. As long as I get to be "involved."

Jonathan Barrows: Let me clarify, Mr. Zybala. As the referee, you would be expected to call this match correctly. After all, it wouldn't do to have you be blatantly biased towards one side or the other, would it? So if, say, you decided to superkick Dylan Thomas... you would force me to act as I would with any referee: invoke an immediate termination of their contract.

Rockwell: Wait, so if Zybala attacked The A-List... he would be fired??

Hood: Of course he would! You can't have a referee deciding matches, can you?

*Zybala is thinking things over now, as the idea is suddenly a little less appealing.*

Jonathan Barrows: On the flip side, Mr. Zybala, if you were to, say, "do the right thing", as it were... I'm sure there would be a strong reward in it for you in the near future. Possibly, even, at Adrenaline Rush III? There is a new champion, Crazy Chris, who will need an opponent... so think carefully, Mr. Zybala, on where you would like to go from here, and where your career in the GCWA can go.

*Zybala looks annoyed. He's seen this so many times.*

Zybala: I will do the right thing. I will call the match to the best of my ability and discretion. I will be like my favorite ref of all time and "call it right down the middle."

*Zybala gives Barrows a smile and a wink. He then extends his hand out to the boss. Barrows considers him for a few more moments before meeting his handshake.*

Jonathan Barrows: That's all I can ask, isn't it?

*The two wrestlers-turned-owners hold the handshake a little longer than necessary before breaking the grasp. Zybala then turns and leaves, as Barrows sighs and goes back to the phones.*

Hood: So Zybala's the referee in the main event next week?

Rockwell: But with severe restrictions... one wrong move, and Zybala's career in the GCWA could be over!

Hood: You mean the ghost could be exorcised? Finally? Brilliant move, Mr. Barrows!


Singles Match
Dangerous Dan (36-29-2) vs. Chad Vargas (7-3)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... first, making his way towards the ring... standing 6'4" and weighing 240 lbs... from Everclear County, Tennessee... here is "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!!

*"Needle and the Spoon" by Lynyrd Skynyrd plays, bringing out the long-time veteran of the sport. Vargas walks cockily towards the ring, teasing slapping a few high fives before laughing and walking off. He goes into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, unaffected by the boos from the crowd.*

Rockwell: Vargas had one of the biggest wins of his GCWA career a few weeks ago when he took down Duce Jones. Now he's got a shot against a Hall of Famer.

Hood: Vargas has proven he can defeat anyone, and the fact that he hasn't gotten a World Title shot yet is a major shame. Mr. Barrows needs to fix that as soon as possible!

Rockwell: True, Vargas has some big wins here, but he also had some struggles that have kept him from moving up as far as he'd like.

Hood: Weak ass struggles. He deserves to fight for a championship again!

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'11" and weighing 225 lbs... from Smithville, Tennessee... he is a GCWA Hall of Famer... with his brother, the GCWA Unified X Division Champion, Crazy Chris... here is Dangerous Dan!!

*The lights go out as a strobe of red and blue begin flashing across the arena:

"I was born in a thunderstorm
I grew up overnight
I played alone
I played on my own
but I survived"

*Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris emerge onto the stage area staring out into the crowd.*

"I wanted everything I never had
Like the love that comes with life
I wore envy and I hated it
But I survived"

*The wrestlers begin making their way towards the ring, embracing the fans, but keeping their emotions in check.*

"I had a one way ticket to a place where all the demons go
Where the wind don't change
And nothing in the ground can ever grow
No hope, just lies
And you're taught to cry in your pillow
But I survived"

*Dan now climbs the steps and heads up to the turnbuckle, with Chris going up on the other side. Dan points to the crowd, and lip syncs "I'm still breathing..." from his theme song lyrics. Dan and Chris slowly climb down the turnbuckle and stand in the middle of the ring, as the lights dim and a spotlight shines on them. Dan falls to his knees with Chris behind him as the lyrics from his song blasts over the PA:*

"I'm ALIVE...I'm ALIVE...I'm ALIIIIIIIIIIIVE!"

*The spotlight fades out as Dan stands to his feet, with Chris looking confident next to him. They head to the corner waiting for the match to start.*

Rockwell: It will be interesting to see how Dangerous Dan's state of mind is today, after he proposed to his boyfriend, only to be turned down, at least for now.

Hood: It sucks, Adrian, to have your proposal rejected. But Dan will recover from it. I've proposed to countless women over the years, and I've always recovered.

Rockwell: I don't think Dan was proposing the same thing you were...

Hood: Wait, you mean like... marriage? Oh, hell no!

Rockwell: I didn't think so...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So Crazy Chris won the X Division Title last week. Can Dangerous Dan put himself in a position for his own title shot with a win today?

Hood: I say if Vargas wins tonight over one brother, he should get the shot against the other brother.

Rockwell: Honestly, that would probably be fair. Let's see what happens!

*Dangerous Dan talks with Crazy Chris for a few moments, listening to his brother's strategy. He nods to him, seeming confident. Crazy Chris suddenly shouts a word of warning, though, but too late, as Vargas is there, taking advantage of Dan's distraction to attack! He smashes Dan down with a charge in the corner, then tosses him out, sending him rolling across the ring. Crazy Chris yells at him, and Vargas quickly turns to face him, laughing in his face. He points to Crazy Chris' title, telling him that it's going to be coming to the Confederate Icon soon enough.*

Hood: Vintage Chad Vargas!

Rockwell: He gets the early advantage due to his sneak attack, a tried-and-true tactic for the Confederate Icon.

Hood: He's letting the X Division Champion know that his belt isn't safe!

Rockwell: But Crazy Chris isn't his opponent tonight!

*Vargas continues to mouth off at Crazy Chris, sure that he's going to get the chance to destroy him once he's done with Chris' brother. Crazy Chris doesn't back down, looking willing to fight right now. But he turns suddenly, smiling, which catches Vargas' attention. He slowly turns... and Dangerous Dan charges him, slamming Vargas back into the corner with a running splash!! Vargas, stunned, tries to go through the ropes, but Dangerous Dan pulls him back, knocking Vargas into the corner with a series of shots, before climbing up on the turnbuckle and punching away at him! The crowd counts alongw ith the 10 count of punches, cheering for Dan on every strike.*

Hood: What a cheap ambush from Dangerous Dan!

Rockwell: Cheap? He did basically what Vargas did, and you praised him for it!

Hood: Vargas was smart, Dan's just deceitful!

Rockwell: Well, in my view, Vargas took his eye off the ball, and now he's paying the price!

*Dan drops off of Vargas, grabbing his arm and whipping him over to the opposite corner. Vargas hits hard, leaning there for a second. He appears to be reaching into his trunks as Dangerous Dan approaches from the other side. Crazy Chris, outside the ring, yells a warning, even as Vargas spins, trying for the Knoxville Knuckle Fuck (Brass knuckle shot to the dome)!! But Dan blocks it, twisting Vargas' arm around and double-underhooking him, before dropping him with the Danger Zone (Angel's Wings)!! Vargas falls hard on impact, the brass knuckles getting dislodged and bouncing away from him. The referee quickly confiscates them, making sure they won't be a factor in the rest of the match.*

Rockwell: Vargas is lucky he didn't land that shot, it would have been an immediate DQ!

Hood: Yeah, but it would have made an impression... on Dangerous Dan's skull!

Rockwell: But he missed, and now Dangerous Dan is fully in control!

*Vargas slowly pulls himself up, looking a little dazed. He may have landed partially on the brass knuckles, doing some damage to himself. He looks around, seeing Crazy Chris standing outside the ring. He throws him a middle finger, mostly on instinct, before turning around... and catching The ENDD Is Near (Superkick) from Dangerous Dan!!! Vargas bends awkwardly, falling to the mat, as Dangerous Dan immediately turns to the turnbuckle, going up in one hop. The fans are cheering as Dan balances himself and takes flight... landing the ENDD (Swanton Bomb)!!! Vargas takes the hit full-on, rolling to his side. Dan doesn't let him go far, though, rolling the veteran over for the cover while holding both legs... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Dangerous Dan!!

Rockwell: A shockingly quick match!

Hood: Damn. I didn't expect that at all. Vargas has been so great lately!

Rockwell: It just seemed like maybe he was too busy looking ahead to a potential title match, a chance that he might have just lost by getting beat by Dangerous Dan here tonight!

Hood: I'm so fucking disappointed right now...

Rockwell: Give a nod to the GCWA Hall of Famer, too, Hood. Dangerous Dan was ready to compete, and he showed it here tonight. Maybe it's about time these guys get that Tag Titles shot they're due!

*Dangerous Dan joins with Crazy Chris, with the Danger Boiz both taking to a corner to celebrate. Chad Vargas has already rolled to the outside, looking stunned at what just happened. He angrily kicks at the ring, almost losing his balance, before staggering away.*



*TIO returns to his locker room. He opens the door and drops his gym bag. He heads straight for his coffee, taking a sip.*

TIO: Ahhh, love my special brew.

*TIO pauses. Something doesn't taste right. He looks at the rim, noticing what appears to be blood.*

TIO: What the fuck?!

*TIO looks around, he spots the IMPOSTER graffiti.*

TIO: WHO DID THIS? WHY IS THERE BLOOD ON MY COFFEE CUP!?

*TIO rips one of the IMPOSTER papers from a poster on the wall. He surveys the page.... it says IMPOSTER in the middle... then, at the bottom, there is a mark from the culprit's printer. It says 'Good Det. Jack Puffer'. TIO crumples up the paper, enraged.*

TIO: That son of a bitch! Not only did he vandalize my merchandise, but he forgot to remove his name from these pages!

*Another terrible byproduct of Puffer's prank hits. TIO feels around his mouth.*

TIO: And... he left herpes blood on my coffee cup! THAT MOTHER FUCKER!

*TIO punches a hole in the wall before bolting for the door, heading toward the bathroom for soap, water, and sanitation.*






*The camera pans over the live crowd briefly before cutting backstage and we join Dylan, Lissandra and Dave Branson in the A-List locker room. Dylan is pacing up and down in one of his favourite [and very expensive] suits - black with dark red tie and white shirt. Lissandra is sitting on the couch in a long, flowing black dress. The Thomas's are once again dressed to the nines and Dave is in his usual suit.*

Lissandra: Baby... would you stop pacing? It's going to be fine.

Dylan: I can't help it. I-I've waited for this moment. To finally get my hands on Ed Houston for ALL of the bullshit that he has put US through the past few weeks.

*Dylan sighs and Dave checks his watch.*

Dave: It's time, brother.

*Dylan nods, Lissandra stands up and the three of them make their way to the curtain. Inside the ring there are two chairs and a wooden desk with what seems to be the contract on it and Hood is in the ring.*

Hood: Welcome everyone to this momentous occasion. Tonight Dylan Thomas will sign a contract for his match with 'The Rocket Man' Ed Houston at Adrenaline Rush III. As the official Voice of the A-List it is my great pleasure to introduce first...

*Watch Me Shine by Fozzy echoes throughout the arena and through the curtain steps a very focused and serious looking Dylan Thomas holding hands with his wife. Lissandra has her usual air of arrogance and Dave just looks stoic and intimidating, standing at the back of the couple. The three of them stand on the stage while Hood announces them and the crowd boo enormously.*

Hood: Originally from Greenwich, Connecticut but residing in the far superior Hollywood, California, accompanied tonight by the A-List Fixer Dave Branson and Dylan's legal counsel, closest confidant and of course beautiful wife Lissandra - and MY best friend - ladies and gentlemen.... DYLAN THOMAS!

*Lissandra waves and nods at Hood in thanks who waves back and the trio make their way to the ring. At the ring, Dylan walks Lissandra up the steps as Hood holds the ropes open for her and finally Dave and Dylan climb into the ring, both taking the time to shake Hood's hand and Lissandra gives Hood a brief hug after demanding two microphones from the outside. She gives her husband one and keeps the other as Dylan sits down in one of the nearby chairs and Dave stands nearby, arms crossed stoic and unmoving.*

Lissandra: Hood, as ever that was a wonderful introduction...I certainly made the right decision in naming you the official Voice of the A-List. Thank-you. Now as Dylan's official legal counsel I would like five minutes to peruse the contract, please.

*The crowd boos.*

Lissandra: SHUT UP!

*Lissandra pulls out a pair of spectacles from her small bag and puts them on. She starts to read when Dylan puts his hand on her arm. She stops.*

Dylan: Wait, baby... are we being joined by either of the Barrows brothers?

*The sound of a rocket taking off fills the GCWA arena. "You're Gonna Go Far Kid" blasts over the speakers as Ed Houston strolls down the ramp with the GCWA World Championship in his hand. He smiles and high fives the crowd as he walks down to the ring.*

Rockwell: The World Champion is here, and I'm sure he's ready to sign on the dotted line!

*Houston stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks into the ring. He rolls his eyes at Lissandra and Dylan Thomas before sliding into the ring.*

Ed Houston: Dylan, you're an A-Lister and the best legal counsel you can afford is Lissandra? I expected more. But please take your time. Make sure you read every line and are okay with every period placement because I want to make sure that you're 100% ready for the ass kicking I'm going to give you at Adrenaline Rush.

*Lissandra begins to get angry as Dylan stands up smirking at Ed Houston.*

Lissandra: Hey! I didn't pass the Bar so that you can just take the piss Houston, I'm actually qualified in Law, asshole.

*She pulls out a card from her purse.*

Lissandra: See? Qualified.

Dylan: Never mind that. Lissie are we in order?

*Lissandra huffs a little but luckily she has everything in order. She nods.*

Lissandra: All you have to do is sign, baby and then...

*Dylan pulls a pen out of his suit pocket and signs.*

Dylan: Right, Houston. I have just signed - make sure you do the same champ. Make sure you keep my title warm because you are officially on ANOTHER countdown bro. The countdown to YOU losing that championship. Make no mistake, I'm going to take your title at Adrenaline Rush and become GCWA's PERFECT World Champion! Dave? Lissie?

*Dylan and the A-List head towards the ropes. Ed grabs Dylan right in front of the ropes. He turns him around and delivers a big superkick, knocking him to the mat!*

Ed Houston: Man I've been wanting to do that for weeks now.

*He grabs the pen and signs the contract with a flourish.*

Lissandra: David!!!

*But it's too late. As Dave attempts to grab Ed Houston, Ed dodges and superkicks Dave too. Lissandra looks around, helpless as she makes her way towards the ropes. Dave however didn't go down and is quickly in between Houston and Lissandra. She puts the microphone to her lips.*

Lissandra: RIGHT THAT DOES IT! You have been a thorn in our side for long enough now. Dylan may have you one on one at the Pay-Per-View... But next week you’ll be in tag team action Houston, against the A-List! And next week, Dylan and TIO are going to tear you limb from limb!!

*The A-List make a hasty retreat up the ramp shouting obscenities at Houston as Hood makes his way back to the announce table.*

Rockwell: Glad you got out of there uninjured, Hood?

Hood: Damn that Houston! He didn't have to make it physical! I could have been killed!

Rockwell: You weren't even touched...

*Houston raises the championship into the air, smiling. The music starts playing... but it's not Houston's tune. It's "Dangerous" by Within Temptation! The fans start booing, even as The A-List turn and face the entryway. Jonathan Barrows walks out, shaking his head.*

Hood: Jonathan will make this right!

Rockwell: Oh brother...

Jonathan Barrows: Sorry I'm late, Dylan, Lissandra. But I did see what just happened... and I'm very displeased, Mr. Houston.

*The fans respond with a "Rocket Man" chant, as Houston just stands in the ring, still looking pleased.*

Jonathan Barrows: I just have two things to add. First off, in regards to next week's tag-team match, I want to let you know, Mr. Houston, that the wrestlers in these matches are locked in. This means that it will be you and Mr. Puffer vs. The A-List. Now, in that regard, if something happens to either yourself or Mr. Puffer... well, the match will still take place. It will just be a Handicap match instead.

*The crowd boos this announcement, although Dave, Dylan, & Lissandra look noticably happier at hearing this.*

Rockwell: That's just giving incentive to The A-List to take one of them out before the match!

Hood: Hey, it's up to Houston & Puffer to keep themselves safe.

Jonathan Barrows: And secondly, Mr. Houston, your World Title will be on the line at Adrenaline Rush III against Dylan Thomas. But if, for some reason, you are... unable to defend your title, well, this would result in an immediate forfeit of the championship, which will be handed to Mr. Thomas that night.

*There are larger grins on Dylan & Lissandra's faces now. Dave doesn't smile, but he still stands a little straighter. Houston is now leaning on the ropes, figuring out where he currently stands.*

Rockwell: Again, Barrows is putting a huge bullseye on Houston's back!

Hood: Like there wasn't one there already. He's the World Champion for Heaven's sake!

Jonathan Barrows: If I were you, Mr. Houston, I would do everything in my power to stay safe for Adrenaline Rush III... and if that means not showing up next week? Well, that would be your choice, wouldn't it? Good luck to both of you.

*Barrows nods to Thomas, then towards the ring, before departing. Houston's good mood appears to have been lowered considerably. The A-List members tease coming back to the ring, before Dylan laughs and turns them around, heading out the back. The crowd is very tense now.*

Hood: So Houston's going to no-show next week?

Rockwell: Of course not!

Hood: If he doesn't, he's an idiot.

Rockwell: We're about out of time, so we'll see you next week!

*The cameras focus on Houston as he looks down at the World Championship in his arms, considering it. We fade out.*

OOC: And the show is up!! I'll admit, this was one of the rougher ones. I knew it was going to be a busy week, and yet I still badly underestimated it... but we're up on time! I'll definitely have a lot more time next week. My apologies for the 'over-kill' of Jonathan Barrows as well, as I didn't realize that almost everyone was using him *lol*. Hope it was still an enjoyable show that moved us closer to Adrenaline Rush III!!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, February 14th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, TX

Opener

Ryot vs. Aaron Warthog

Mid-Card

Anderson Haze vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn

"The Demon" Daniel Wright vs. Thunder

Duce Jones vs. Chad Vargas, Grudge match

Main Event

Ed Houston & Jack Puffer vs. The A-List (Dylan Thomas & The Incredible One)
Mike Zybala as the special guest referee

Roleplaying will be from Friday, February 7th to Wednesday, February 12th, giving you 6 days to post a roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!