Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*Just when you think life is slowing down, things step up another notch. That's the way life is, an ebb and flow that you can never really predict. One day, maybe you're bored and wanting something, anything, to happen, and the next day, you're wishing that life would take an anti-anxiety pill and chill out. But there's one thing in this world that you can always count on. No, not marijuana. That's an argument for another day. I'm talking about the GCWA! Because it's Friday, it's Valentine's Day, and it's time for Friday Night Inferno!*

*The picture opens up with the GCWA Logo, but then doesn't fade to black like normal. Instead, a few red hearts on seen (not realistic hearts, that would be sick). A sweeter voice than normal is heard, speaking over the showing of love.*

Voice: Valentine's Day. A time of love, of romance, and of course, commercial appeal. It's a time where you take your significant other out to eat at a fancy restaurant, or set up a special night at the hotel.

*The romantic music continues, as the hearts on screen appear to swell slightly. No, not like that, get your head out of the gutter!*

Voice: But on this particular Friday the 14th, there are other possibilities involved...

*The hearts seem to grow even larger... then suddenly rupture, breaking into shreds, as we begin to see some videos of recent GCWA events. The voice returns, deeper and more menacing now.*

Voice: Instead of love, there is hate... instead of romance, there is violence... instead of SO's, there are rivals...

*We see "Mad Dog" Mark Wright in a huge brawl with Tony Savage. The Incredible One is pictured ambushing Jack Puffer along with The A-List. Ed Houston and Dylan Thomas are shown facing off.*

Voice: And as the final steps are taken on the way to Adrenaline Rush, there may be some broken hearts on Valentine's Day... or broken bones... or broken necks...

*The violence in the videos keeps escalating, showing some of the hardest hits so far in 2020. The image then shifts, showing Jonathan Barrows standing there.*

Jonathan Barrows: Feel the Rush... 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! Pyro goes off, flying off the stage. The crowd is on their feet, showing off signs from "I Want Perfection In Me" to "Rockets Are A Rush!" We head to ringside to join Adrian Rockwell & Hood.*

Rockwell: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the final Friday Night Inferno before Adrenaline Rush III!!

Hood: I can't wait, Adrian! TIO's going to retire the jobber Puffer, and Dylan Thomas will finally get the championship he deserves!

Rockwell: We'll have to see what happens there, Hood, but for tonight, we've got a historic clash, as The A-List faces off against World Champion Ed Houston & his partner, Jack Puffer, in the main event!

Hood: Three of the greatest athletes in the world today!

Rockwell: You mean four, Hood.

Hood: Eh, I don't count Zybala. He's only the ref, and I wouldn't him great, anyway.

Rockwell: No, I mean you have to count Puffer as well!

Hood: HAH!

Rockwell: Also tonight, we've got the debuts of two promising newcomers to the GCWA in Anderson Haze and "The Natural" Ryot!

Hood: Great to have new wrestlers who are hopefully better than guys like Aaron Warthog!

Rockwell: We've also got a mega Grudge match between Duce Jones and Chad Vargas, with Vargas looking to go 2-0 against Duce!

Hood: You know it's going to happen! The Confederate Icon has Duce's number... and it's a #2!

Rockwell: Nice one, Hood.

Hood: It's why they pay me the big bucks!

Rockwell: All-in-all, it's going to be a fantastic night! So let's get to the action!

Singles Match
Aaron Warthog (0-5) vs. "The Natural" Ryot (0-0)

Minos: The first match this evening is scheduled for one fall... coming to the ring... standing 6'1" and weighing 330 lbs... from Charleston, South Carolina... here is Aaron Warthog!!

"Everyone knows I'm Hog Wild!"

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

Rockwell: Warthog has felt abused by referees as of late, although I've seen no way of proving his argument.

Hood: I've been angry at the refs myself, but on this point, I don't think Warthog has much to stand on.

Rockwell: Well, he was more confident tonight since he's facing a newcomer to the GCWA.

Hood: Still, the ref better watch himself...

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'11" and weighing 189 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... here is "The Natural" Ryot!!

*The lights cut out for the first few seconds of the theme song. When the song's loud drums kick in, the lights come back on and flash red and white.*

*Ryot slowly walks out onto the stage wearing his black padded vest with a giant "R" on the chest. He stands to look around for a second and proceeds to point two finger guns towards the ring before marching down. He locks eyes with some fans in the crowd but he pays no mind to them.*

*He runs up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle to hold his arms out to both sides for the crowd. He then jumps into the ring, looking around at the crowd before walking to the corner and waiting for his opponent on one knee.*

Rockwell: Ryot seemed very confident in his first edition of Ryot TV.

Hood: This guy's looking like a major star. Great signing from Jonathan Barrows!

Rockwell: He doesn't have much respect for his opponent, Warthog, calling him "filth".

Hood: To be fair, not many people have respect for Warthog. Would you say you respect him?

Rockwell: I mean... at least he showed up... that's worth something, right?

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: What will Ryot bring to the GCWA?

Hood: I can't wait to find out!

*Warthog, full of confidence, walks towards the smaller wrestler. He pounds on his heavy chest, daring Ryot to come after him. Ryot looks at the ref to assure himself that Warthog is not, in fact, kidding. Warthog hits himself again, ready to take anything Ryot throws at him. Ryot doesn't need any more encouragement. He starts dishing out a series of kicks from both sides, driving Warthog back! The big man falls back into the ropes, then tries to come back with a swing, but Ryot easily ducks under it. As Warthog turns, Ryot lashes out again, nailing him with a superkick! Warthog falls to his back and then rolls, leaving the ring and falling to the floor, as Ryot hops back to his feet.*

Hood: This Ryot has some educated feet!

Rockwell: He may be new to the GCWA, but Ryot has been wrestling for 18 years. He's a veteran in the business.

Hood: Warthog better start taking this seriously if he wants to get back on track.

*Warthog has gotten back to his feet on the outside, although his jaw is clearly hurting him. He slowly pulls himself up onto the apron and through the ropes, with Ryot waiting for him. Warthog turns a second to the referee, arguing that it was an illegal kick. The referee has no response, considering that the only illegal kick would be through the legs. Warthog then suddenly charges at Ryot, trying for the Stampede! But Ryot does a quick strike to Warthog's knee, knocking his legs out from under him. As Warthog falls to his hands and knees, Ryot turns, hit the ropes, and returns with the V-Trigger! Warthog snaps over to the mat, with Ryot falling on him... 1... 2... and somehow Warthog kicks out.*

Hood: So this guy's called the Natural?

Rockwell: That's his nickname, yes, Hood.

Hood: He's living up to that so far. Every move he makes looks effortless!

*Warthog tries to pull himself up, but Ryot quickly breaks out a Curb Stomp, driving Warthog's head into the mat! Ryot then heads for the turnbuckle, even as Warthog painfully rolls over to his back. The fans are excited as Ryot goes up top, positioning himself easily. He leaps off with a moonsault, hitting it with perfect form! The referee slides in, but Ryot decides it's not enough. He drags the semi-conscious Warthog upwards, sets him, and then spins into a leg sweep, dropping Warthog back to his knees. Ryot then backs off, lining up his shot. As Warthog raises up his weary head, Ryot rushes in... and lands the RYOT Time (Shining Wizard)!! Warthog isn't moving as Ryot finally makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The Natural" Ryot!!

Rockwell: And we begin things with a strong debut from Ryot!

Hood: I mean, sure, it's only Aaron Warthog, but no average guy off the street could destroy a man of Warthog's size that quickly.

Rockwell: I'm seeing bright things in this veteran's future, and I'm sure a lot of the wrestlers here just took note of his abilities.

*Ryot leaves the ring, his business concluded. A few fans reach out towards him, but he doesn't head their way, instead moving towards the back. Warthog's still down and out, probably already dreaming up a new way of how the ref or the ownership screwed him over.*

Rockwell: Folks we had a bit of an incident earlier today, but we were lucky enough to catch it on camera.

*The scene cuts to earlier in the day with Mad Dog, The Demon, and Sunny Jim arriving to the GCWA arena. The Demon has a large duffle bag over his shoulder, Sunny is pulling a roller bag, and Mad Dog has the North American championship around his waist, a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon in one hand and a joint he is taking a hit off of in his other hand.*

The Demon: Sh*t, 5-0

Sunny Jim: Kayfabe the smiz.

*Mad Dog quickly flips the joint away as a police cruiser whips into the parking lot. The car heads right for the three men.*

Sunny: Which one of you two are they here for?

*Mad Dog and The Demon look at each other and shrug their shoulders. The car comes a screeching halt and the officer jumps out of the car.*

Officer: Mark Wright?

Mad Dog: Yeah, how can I help ya?

Officer: There's been an incident at your home in West Virginia, I'm here to escort you to the airport.

Mad Dog: This a rib?

*The entrance door to the arena burst open and a GCWA Agent comes running out of the arena and straight to Mad Dog.*

Agent: Mark, there's been an incident at your house, we already chartered you a flight home.

*Mad Dog drops the case of Pabst and clearly looks concerned. He looks over at Daniel while simply says "go". "Come on" Sunny says. Mad Dog and Sunny Jim run to the police cruiser and get in as the scene fades out.*

*We come back from the break in the GCWA offices, where Jonathan Barrows is busy filling out his paperwork. An attendant comes in, waiting for Barrows' attention.*

Jonathan Barrows: What is it now?

Attendant: Mike Zybala just came by, asking about his contract for the PPV.

Jonathan Barrows: What, he thinks I'm going to give him the title shot against Crazy Chris before the main event? Not a chance...

Attendant: That's what I told him, sir.

Jonathan Barrows: And what was Mr. Zybala's response?

Attendant: That he'll call the match down the middle, and do it "the right way", sir.

*Barrows sits back, nodding.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hopefully he's telling the truth. After all, things can be a lot nicer for him here in the GCWA than they were in OCW. Is that all?

Attendant: No, sir. This was just delivered for you.

*The attendant hands over a wrapped package. Barrows looks at it suspiciously.*

Jonathan Barrows: Has this been scanned?

*He looks up, but the attendant has already left. Barrows sighs, then carefully unwraps the package. Inside, he pulls out what looks to be an old chicken sandwich, which he quickly throws in the trash. He then pulls a note out, reading it.*

Jonathan Barrows: So Bifford wants to meet. Anyone else, it'd be in the boiler room or the basement... so of course Bifford wants to meet in the cafeteria... so be it.

*Barrows reaches over and presses a button on his phone, speaking as soon as there's a response.*

Jonathan Barrows: Have security head to the cafeteria and surround it. Find Bifford. Find my family. End this and said that fat son of a bitch to jail.

*Barrows hangs up the phone, looking pleased while staring at the note once more. We go to ringside.*

Hood: Does that mean The Big Bifford is in the building??

Rockwell: Can we say his name without being fined?

Hood: Ah, shit. Adrian, can I borrow a few thousand?

Rockwell: We'll talk. For now, let's get back to the ring!

Singles Match
Anderson Haze (0-0) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (6-22-1)

Minos: The next match 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: Vaughn has been seen outside the GCWA Arena this week, panhandling for money. It's a sad sight, seeing a former champion go to these lengths.

Hood: First off, Vaughn's only a former Hardcore Champ, so not much credit to give there. Second, "Will Mop For Gold" is ridiculous. No one should enable him.

Rockwell: Well...

Hood: Oh, man, you gave him something, didn't you? Don't you know he'll just use that towards his addiction?

Rockwell: Supplements?

Hood: No! Wrestling! If he doesn't have money, maybe he'll stop showing up here!

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'9" and weighing 220 lbs... from Boston, Massachusetts... making his GCWA debut... here is Anderson Haze!!

*The lights go out for the first part of the song. Then the electric guitar starts, a bright flash of white light happens then goes to red.*

*Haze walks out with a black t-shirt that says, "Get Hazed!" on his chest. He stands around and looks at the crowd with a grin on his face and charges to the ring.*

*He slides in and runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle and puts up the peace sign to the crowd. He makes eye contact with the crowd and talks to a few people then throws his shirt to a fan. Jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns around and walks back and forth waiting for his opponent.*

Rockwell: Anderson Haze wants to become one of the greats that are remembered for multiple generations.

Hood: He's come to the right place. With someone like me commentating, I'm sure he'll be remembered.

Rockwell: We'll get our first look at him tonight, against the struggling Vaughn. Haze seemed pretty sure he would add to Vaughn's losing streak.

Hood: I'm pretty confident that Vaughn will be out on the street corner begging by the end of the night, either way.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: This should be exciting!

Hood: Only if the mop gets involved...

*Vaughn steps forward right away, still looking a little disheveled. He offers a handshake to Haze, who inspects the hand carefully before giving it a quick slap. Vaughn doesn't seem offended, as he starts to move around, trying to get some blood flowing and get himself energized. Haze moves forward, ready for a brawl. He throws a couple of punches, with Vaughn quickly ducking under them, showing his old speed. He throws a right hand himself, catching Haze on the side of the head! But Haze barely reacts from it, shaking it off and snapping off some jabs, driving Vaughn back. A left hook spins Vaughn around, and Haze quickly grabs him and lifts, landing an atomic drop that sends Vaughn flipping over the ropes and landing on the apron!*

Rockwell: Haze living up to his reputation as a brawler, landing some stiff shots there.

Hood: Does Vaughn wrestle enough to be on the dental plan here? Could be important to know soon enough.

*As Vaughn gets up on the apron, Haze is there to meet him with a forearm, with Vaughn only barely hanging onto the top rope to keep from toppling backwards. As Vaughn comes back up, Haze locks onto him, suplexing him back into the ring! The impact stuns Vaughn, who tries to struggle back up to his feet. As he turns, though, Vaughn is crashed into by the charging Haze, who hits a spear! The Janitor is down, with Haze making the first cover of the match... 1... 2.. but Vaughn is able to kick out in time, saving himself. Haze pulls him up, intent on doing more damage.*

Rockwell: Anderson Haze showing the crowd he's the real deal!

Hood: What does his shirt mean, anyway? "Get Hazed"?

Rockwell: Probably it has something to do with what he's doing to The Janitor right now.

Hood: True, Vaughn's not seeing the world completely clear right now, is he?

*Haze sends Vaughn into the ropes, but Vaughn stops his momentum there, hanging on. Haze, seeing this, runs forward to try and clothesline Vaughn out of the ring, only to have Vaughn duck and pull the ropes down, sending Haze over! Vaughn, pleased with himself, sits there a second to catch his breath. He doesn't hear the crowd letting out a warning, as Haze only ended up on the apron himself! He comes back in as Vaughn struggles back to his feet, completely unaware of the danger. As Vaughn turns, Haze snaps off a big boot to the head, knocking Vaughn backwards to the canvas!*

Rockwell: Vaughn thought he had a few moments, but time was up!

Hood: Janitors have horrible spatial awareness.

Rockwell: I doubt that's true, Hood...

Hood: Then why do they always need those "Wet Floor" signs to remind them where they've mopped?

Rockwell: Yeah, that's not the reason at all...

*The fans are energetic as The Janitor tries to raise himself back up one more time to keep fighting. Haze is waiting for him, lining up behind him. As Vaughn starts to turn around, looking around with a dazed expression, Haze easily lifts him onto his shoulders. Vaughn struggles, but can't break free, as Haze takes a few steps and launches him off into the air with the Haze Effect (Attitude Adjustment)!!! The move lands perfectly, laying Vaughn out. Haze takes a moment to appreciate landing the move for the first time in a GCWA ring before finally going for the cover, holding The Janitor down... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Anderson Haze!!

Hood: Both of our newcomers get victories!

Rockwell: Yes, it's been a successful night for Ryot and Haze tonight.

Hood: It just shows what a great promoter Jonathan Barrows is. Even with his family missing, he's finding quality talent for us! What a guy!

Rockwell: I wouldn't go that far. But congratulations to Haze for a successful debut tonight.

*Haze climbs the turnbuckle, throwing out the peace sign once again. The crowd seems receptive, even as the new wrestler jumps back down and leaves the ring. The Janitor is still down, looking completely out of it.*

*The video cuts to backstage, where we see The A-List sitting in a semi-circle, discussing some plans for later on tonight. On the other side of the split-screen, we see Ed Houston and Jack Puffer walking down a hallway, warily watching either direction as they head for an unknown location. The World Champion nods confidently to Puffer as they turn the corner, continuing down another hallway. We cut to commercial.*

*Duce Jones is shown sitting on a production crate, he appears focused on the task at hand tonight. He has a pair of air pods in his ears, nodding his head to whatever song that's playing. Looking up from his phone, he notices that a cameraman is walking up towards him. Pressing a button on his phone, he removes the air pods and hops off the crate.*

Duce Jones: Tonight.. I prove t'tha world dat Vargas ain't shit but a shell'a tha fuckery he used t'be.

*Duce walks towards the cameraman, he back pedals though to keep Jones in the shot.*

Duce Jones: Tonight... I send the Confederate Ibum's hopes an' aspirations of even sniffin' a shot at tha World strap down dat portapotty dat he cherishes so much.

*He continues to stroll down the corridors of the GCWA Arena.*

Duce Jones: An' Mack. I hope dat you're payin' close attention cause come Adrenaline Rush III.. I expect you ta throw everythang dat ya got at me but just like Vargas here tonight.. You too, will be introDUCED! But befo' any'a dat go down.. I need a smoke break.

*Duce pulls a rolled blunt from behind his ear, walking directly past the cameraman and out of the backdoor. The scene fades to ringside.*

Rockwell: Duce Jones is looking ready for tonight!

Hood: Someone go after him and administer a drug test.

Rockwell: What? Why?

Hood: If he's out there smoking something he shouldn't be, then we should test him, right?

Rockwell: And then Mack O'Connor gets handed the #1 contendership?

Hood: Well, that would be a side effect, yes...

Rockwell: And also would cost us a hell of a match at Adrenaline Rush. I don't see that happening. Let's go to Minos for our next contest!

Singles Match
"The Demon" Daniel Wright (0-1-1) vs. Thunder (0-8)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... making their way down... 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, letting out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. Lightning walks out behind him, his spark ready. The tag-team then strikes a few poses before making their way to the ring.*

Rockwell: Thunder & Lightning took "The Demon" nickname seriously, going to a church to get blessed by holy water.

Hood: They also got some help from Supernatural stars Sam & Dean!

Rockwell: Those were impersonators...

Hood: Oh. Well, they did a good job. Wonder if they do parties?

Minos: Thunder's opponent... standing 6'6" and weighing 415 lbs... from Big Ugly, West Virginia... here is "The Demon" Daniel Wright!!

*As "Existence Is Punishment" by Crowbar plays, The Demon walks out through a cloud of smoke. He stomps down to the ring, his eyes intent on the opponents waiting for him.*

Rockwell: I really think The Wrath of the Storm could be in danger tonight.

Hood: Wright did sound like he wanted to send a message to the rest of the locker room.

Rockwell: He doesn't feel like he's shown what he's capable of. Tonight could be that night.

Hood: In which case, Thunder & Lightning should probably run.

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: Too late.

Rockwell: And here we go!

*The Demon steps forward, not wanting to waste any more time. He's got a lot of agression to let go of. But Thunder doesn't back down, instead pulling out from his pocket... a bronze cross! He shows it to The Demon, daring him to step forward. Thunder starts chanting, apparently in Latin, as The Demon looks around. Lightning is chanting from outside as well, joining his tag-team partner. The Demon, looking even more furious now, comes in, grabbing the cross in Thunder's hand... and crushing it!! Thunder yells in agony as he falls to a knee, even as Lightning's seen on the outside, his eyes as huge as saucers.*

Rockwell: Looks like the attempted exorcism was unsuccessful!

Hood: Where'd they get that from? You know they studied some horror movie for it.

Rockwell: I think the real horror movie is about to begin!

*The Demon pulls Thunder up, ignoring his injured hand. He lifts him easily in the air, powerslamming him into the canvas. He then goes off the ropes and comes back, dropping a leg on the back of Thunder's head! The Demon stands up, still looking pissed at what Thunder had tried to do. His anger isn't abated by the splash of water that hits his face. He looks back at Lightning, who is shooting a water gun at him, seemingly filled with holy water! It, of course, has no effect, as The Demon charges Lightning, grabbing him and bodily throwing him over the ropes and into the ring!! Lightning rolls, the water gun falling away from him.*

Rockwell: Crosses don't work. Holy water doesn't work. What's next?

Hood: A stake to the heart?

Rockwell: Oh, God, I hope not...

*The referee is wanting Lightning out of the ring, but The Demon isn't backing down. He pulls up Lightning and throws him into the corner. Thunder tries to get up to stop him, jumping on The Demon's back, but he barely acknowledges him being there. He runs forward, giving Lightning an avalanche with Thunder on his back!! Lightning slumps in the corner, while The Demon manages to shift his weight, yanking Thunder onto his shoulders and taking him back down with a Samoan drop! Thunder holds his ribs, in terrible pain, as The Demon stands up... to face a hurting Lightning, who is pointing a Colt revolver at him!!*

Rockwell: Oh crap!

Hood: Things just got serious!

Rockwell: Get that gun away from him, ref!

*The Demon takes a step back, surprised by the appearance of the gun. Lightning is yelling something about the gun being able to kill anything. He pulls the trigger. Of course, nothing happens, as it's a prop gun. It may have even been on Supernatural, but that doesn't change the fact that it's fake. The Demon gives an evil grin, even as Lightning looks terrified. He throws the gun at The Demon and tries to run, but The Demon catches him on the way out, dragging him back in. He lifts Lightning up on one shoulder. As Thunder desperately tries to save his brother, The Demon picks him up as well... delivering a double Demon Driver!!! The Wrath of the Storm have been silenced. The Demon covers both, as the referee slides in... 1... 2... 3!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The Demon" Daniel Wright!!

Rockwell: What a move!

Hood: The Demon is a monster! I mean, it feels redundant to say that, but...

Rockwell: This was definitely a great deal of destruction. Thunder and Lightning may never be the same after their clash with Daniel Wright!

*The Demon begins calling for a microphone and a ringside attendant. The Demon snatches it away from the attendant.*

The Demon: Tony Savage, you pus$y a$s b*tch, get the f**k out here and fight me.

*The Demon throws the microphone down to the mat, and it echoes and statistics out. The Demon looks up the entrance ways and seems to be screaming some profanities. Suddenly the crowd erupts as someone jump over the security railing wearing a black hooded sweat shirt with the hood up. The man slides into the ring, charging The Demon from behind. The Demon senses him coming though and spins around catching the man, lifting him up and dropping him with the Demon Driver!*

Rockwell: Another Demon Driver lands!

Hood: Oh no! Savage!

*The Demon grabs the man by his hooded sweat shirt and pulls him to a seated position. The Demon pulls the hood down to reveal the man is wearing a ski mask. The Demon pulls the ski mask off and the crowd begins to boo as it is revealed the masked man isn't Tony Savage.*

Hood: Who the hell is that?

Rockwell: No clue!

*The Demon turns back to the entrance way, but turns right into Tony Savage who smashes the chain into The Demons face!! The Demon staggers down to one knee. Savage pulls the chain backs and swings it like a baseball bat. The chain smacks into the Demons face and wraps around his head.*

Rockwell: It was all a set-up!

Hood: Of course! You can't out-think Savage!

*The Demon grabs the chain and begins to try and unwrap it off of his head, Savage takes this moment to run off the ropes and comes back hitting "One shot, one kill" on The Demon as he pulls the chain off of his face!*

Hood: One Shot, One Kill!!

*Savage stands over the fallen Demon with an evil grin on his face. Savage then grabs the chain and the collar connected to the end of it and wraps the collar around the neck of the Demon. Suddenly three security guards slide into the and try to grab Savage. Savage throws the first one off of him, over his shoulder. Savage spins around and drops another with a big boot to the head. The third on grabs him around the waist, and Savage cracks him in the skull with a back elbow. Savage spins around and hits the guard with "one shot, one kill".*

Rockwell: Security's trying to save a marquee match for Adrenaline Rush!

Hood: They're going to need adrenaline to be given to them after the beating they're taking!

*By this time the Demon is making his way back to his feet, pulling himself up by the ropes. Savage charges The Demon, and the Demon sees him coming. The Demon back drops Savage over the top rope, but on the way over Savage grabs the chain. Savage is able to adjust and land on his feet, but with his momentum and his strength he pulls on the chain, pulling the Demon by the throat over the top rope. The Demon falls straight to the floor on his head with a sickening thud.*

Rockwell: The Demon is now! And Mad Dog isn't here to help his brother!

Hood: Savage is making sure The Demon isn't a factor at the PPV!

*Savage looks at The Demon whose head is now busted open from the fall. Savage closes in to inflict more damage when a multitude of security guards swarm ringside and Tony Savage. They work to get Savage away, as we cut away to commercial.*

*We return back to Jonathan Barrows' office, where he's still getting work done by himself. The phone goes off, and he picks it up.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hello? Security? Bifford still hasn't shown up in the cafeteria? Damn. Well, keep it secured and keep an eye out. He should be there eventually.

*Barrows hangs up the phone, looking annoyed. A loud knock comes on the office door, getting his attention.*

Jonathan Barrows: Come in!

*The door opens, and Crazy Chris, the GCWA Unified X Division Champion, walks in. The crowd can be heard cheering.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hello, Chris. I'm sorry, I've got a ton going on this evening, including trying to free my family. So I don't have a lot of available time...

Crazy Chris: Yes, I know, you never have time for me or my brother. But I'm the X Division Champion now, which means you can't ignore me anymore.

Jonathan Barrows: Fine, Chris. What do you want?

Crazy Chris: I know I'm defending my title at Adrenaline Rush. But you still haven't named my opponent.

Jonathan Barrows: Well, it's tricky, Chris. I'm hoping Chad Vargas looks strong later tonight, as I think he'd be a good match. It also depends on what Mike Zybala does later tonight. At this point, either of them could be your opponent... or neither. Hey, maybe it'll end up being Dangerous Dan. Think he's appreciate getting a title shot? Or do you want to keep holding him back?

*Crazy Chris glares at Barrows, leaning over his desk.*

Crazy Chris: Don't try to cause trouble with my family. Worry about your own. I've known Bifford for a long time. You'll be lucky to get Hunter, Deana, & Ace back in one piece.

*Crazy Chris turns and leaves the room, as Barrows looks a little rattled. He shakes his head.*

Jonathan Barrows: Maybe I should put him against the entire A-List plus Vargas. That would be fun...

*There's another knock at the door.*

Jonathan Barrows: Again, Chris? Really?

*The door suddenly slams open... and The Big Bifford walks into the room!! The fans roar as the former GCWA World Champion walks up to Jonathan Barrows' desk, as Jonathan jumps to his feet, backing off.*

The Big Bifford: Long time no see, Jonathan.

Jonathan Barrows: What the hell are you doing here, Bifford? You said...

The Big Bifford: You thought I would be at the cafeteria? Hah! Your food here sucks! You should allow my chicken house to cater instead. It's amazing food.

*Barrows inches forward, getting his fingers closer to his phone. Bifford, though, brings his hand down, shattering it! Jonathan jumps back, setting himself in a defensive posture.*

Jonathan Barrows: What do you want, Bifford?

The Big Bifford: I thought it was what you wanted... back...

Jonathan Barrows: Okay, Bifford, yes, I want to get my family members back. Even Deana, surprisingly as it is to say. So what can I do?

The Big Bifford: The decision's easy for you, Jonathan. I want a match at Adrenaline Rush.

*Barrows face relaxes slightly.*

Jonathan Barrows: Is that all? I have a contract right here. Who do you want to fight? Let me guess, Duce Jones? Dangerous Dan?

The Big Bifford: You.

*Jonathan looks up, confused, then concerned.*

Jonathan Barrows: Bifford... I'm retired...

The Big Bifford: You want things resolved as of tonight? Then give me a match to regain my GCWA contract. Give me a match... against Pryde.

*The fans are cheering, wanting to see it, as Jonathan considers things. He looks reluctant, but his mind is already running through the scenarios. After a few moments, he scrawls his name onto the contract with Bifford, and signs his name. Bifford then rips the contract away from him, signing it himself.*

Jonathan Barrows: Fine. You get your match. Now where are they?

*Bifford grins and turns, going to the door.*

Jonathan Barrows: Wait! You have to...

*Bifford opens the door... and Deana is there, wheeling The Accelerator into the room! The fans cheer, seeing the two for the first time in a long while.*

Jonathan Barrows: Deana! DAD! Are you guys okay??

Deana Barrows: Of course we are, Jonathan. I'm touched that you were concerned.

The Accelerator: Yes, we've had a wonderful vacation over the last month. Many countries worth touring!

Jonathan Barrows: What?? But... but then...

The Big Bifford: It's always a mistake to jump to conclusions, isn't it?

Jonathan Barrows: But where's Hunter??

The Big Bifford: Search me. We don't know where he went. I thought maybe you had something to do with it. Thanks for the contract!

*Bifford turns and leaves, as Jonathan, speechless, turns towards his family.*

The Accelerator: Revenge can be sweet, boyo...

*Jonathan slumps back in his chair, stunned, as we go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: My god! What a match for Adrenaline Rush!! The Big Bifford vs. "Pryde" Jonathan Barrows!!

Hood: How could Jonathan's own family do that to him??

Rockwell: You mean like Jonathan & Hunter did to Ace to steal the company?

Hood: But they used Jonathan's own emotions about his family against him! That was dirty as hell!

Rockwell: I agree, but that's the way this business goes sometimes.

Hood: And where the hell is Hunter Barrows??

Rockwell: Hopefully someone can find him soon, now that we know he's not in the grasp of The Big Bifford.

Grudge Match
Duce Jones (14-4) vs. Chad Vargas (7-4)

Minos: Our next match is scheduled for one fall... and it is a Grudge match...

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

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

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

Minos: Now coming to the ring... standing 6'0" and weighing in at 215 lbs... from Memphis, Tennessee... Duce Jones!!

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

Rockwell: Duce Jones looking for some retribution after a loss in January to Vargas, caused in part by the interaction of Mack O'Connor.

Hood: O'Connor didn't do anything but come out last time. Not his fault that Duce couldn't keep his focus on his opponent.

Rockwell: Well, tonight Duce gets another shot at the man he called a "washed up hack still trying to ride the wave of his younger days".

Hood: You do a terrible Duce Jones impression.

Rockwell: Thanks.

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

*"Needle & The Spoon" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the speakers, earning some strong boos from the audience as Chad Vargas makes his way out. Vargas struts towards the ring with his usual swagger, cocky as always. He enters the ring and climbs up on the turnbuckle, raising both arms mockingly towards the crowd, listening to the negative reaction before coming back down.*

Rockwell: Vargas looked set for a possible title match at Adrenaline Rush last week. But his loss to Dangerous Dan has put that match up in the air, and he'll really need to prove himself here for management to still give him the opportunity.

Hood: I say give it to him anyway. Vargas puts the butts in the seats!

Rockwell: Maybe, but as with all wrestlers in the GCWA, title shots have to be earned.

Hood: So beating Duce Jones twice will change your mind?

Rockwell: Yes, it would.

Hood: Then c'mon, Confederate Icon! Take another Duce!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: The Grudge match is on!

Hood: Woo!

Rockwell: As long as Duce can stay focused...

*Duce squares off, ready to go at it with the Confederate Icon. Vargas barely seems to be taking this seriously, waving off Duce. He starts yelling about having already defeated this piece of crap, and that he wants another opponent. Duce, angry, starts towards him, as Vargas keeps himself in the ropes. The ref gets between them, ordering Duce to back off or force a disqualfiication. Duce steps back, daring Vargas to come out... and then stops as "Vagabond" by The Greenskeepers begins to play! The crowd gets on their feet, turning towards the entryway.*

Hood: I was hoping he'd show up!

Rockwell: Once again, Mack O'Connor is here to get under the skin of Duce Jones!

Hood: A place I'd never want to be... under someone's skin... sounds disgusting... unless it's my own skin, of course...

*Mack O'Connor makes his way out onto the stage, looking around at the reaction from the crowd. He smirks, looking towards the ring, where Duce Jones is turned towards him. He yells at Mack, telling him to come on down and join in, but Mack just shakes his head, keeping the smile on his face. Behind Duce, Chad Vargas moves into position, grinning widely. He grabs Duce from the behind, setting him for the Stroke!! But Duce fights it off, getting free while hanging onto Vargas' arm. He flips Vargas with a hip toss, then nailes him with a knee to the face, giving him Being IntroDUCED!! Vargas falls over, rolling painfully out of the ring.*

Rockwell: Vargas tried the same trick that worked the last time, but this time Duce was ready!

Hood: Yeah, unfortunately Duce was too fresh for The Stroke! Vargas, pull yourself together, man!

*O'Connor stays near the stage, content to just stand and watch, as Duce steps out of the ring to go after Vargas. He reaches for him, grabbing at the back of his head. Vargas turns, though, and rakes the eyes, blinding him! Duce stumbles back, with Vargas immediately grabbing hold of his opponent and shooting him hard into the guardrail! Duce sags on the railing, stunned, as Vargas checks his nose for blood. He looks pissed off now, as he goes after Duce, dragging him up and towards the ringpost. He pushes Duce forward, wanting to ram him into it... but Duce readjusts and it's Vargas that hits the post, sending him flying off to the side!!*

Rockwell: That could have just dislocated Vargas' shoulder!

Hood: Geez! Duce ain't playing around tonight!

*Vargas is still down, as Duce turns and yells towards O'Connor, once again wanting him to come on down. O'Connor doesn't respond, as he just seems to be enjoying the atmosphere. Duce moves around to the aisleway, as if thinking about heading up the ramp towards his scheduled foe for Adrenaline Rush. O'Connor starts shaking his head, but also prepares himself. In the meantime, behind them, Vargas slowly pulls himself up, holding his arm, and slides back into the ring... where the ref reaches a count of eight! Duce, hearing this, turns back and rushes around the ringpost. As the ref counts nine, Duce dives in, keeping the match alive.*

Hood: Man, I was hoping he wouldn't hear it!

Rockwell: It was a close one, but Duce got back in time to prevent the countout.

Hood: C'mon, Vargas, get him!

*As Duce gets up, Vargas kicks at him, trying to keep him down. He grabs at Duce's head, trying to set him up for the Lethal Strike (Swinging neckbreaker)! But Duce swings up, hitting Vargas' injured arm, causing him to lose his grip and start cursing in pain. He turns back to Duce, who's already charging with a bicycle knee strike!! Vargas collapses to the mat, as Duce drops for the cover... 1... 2... but Vargas kicks out. Duce drags the Confederate Icon up, locking onto him. He looks once more towards O'Connor before lifting Vargas up, starting to series of suplexes into neckbreakers known as the Eye of the Hurricane!*

Rockwell: I really think this time O'Connor has just motivated Duce!

Hood: Yeah, and Vargas is taking all the punishment because of it. Hey, Mack, get closer to the ring, will you?

Rockwell: It doesn't look like O'Connor has any intention of doing anything else, Hood...

*O'Connor seems to be nodding now, apparently appreciating the moveset of Duce Jones. The camera shows him from behind as he looks towards the ring, before zooming in. We see Duce hauling the battered Vargas back up, giving him a couple more strikes across the chest. Vargas tries one more swing from his uninjured arm, but Duce easily ducks it and picks Vargas up, landing the Final Tic 2.0 (Fireman's carry into single knee facebreaker)!! Vargas is out on his feet, but Duce doesn't let him fall, instead pulling the veteran in close and dishing out the Duce of Clubs (Ripcord headbutt followed by knee strike)!!! Now Vargas finally lands on the canvas, with Duce making the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: And Duce Jones evens the series between himself and Vargas, putting the Confederate Icon away!

Hood: Damn. He actually was able to ignore the distraction... that sucks!

Rockwell: For the first time in weeks, Duce came out on top, avoiding the mind games of his opponent for the #1 Contendership! Is this a sign of things to come?

Hood: No way! Mack is going to be the #1 contender... right?

*With Vargas down, Duce turns to the aisleway. He steps through the ropes, pushing them apart, giving the invitation to O'Connor to come on in. O'Connor smiles, doing a mock clap Duce's direction. He then turns and leaves instead of approaching, disappointing the GCWA Arena fans. Duce lets the ropes drop, then has the referee raise his arm, victorious tonight. We fade to commercial.*

*"Bad Boys" hits the speakers and the fans start trying to sing along.*

Hood: Who the hell is this? We have a main event to get to!

Rockwell: Your guess is as good as mine...

*Zybala then emerges from the curtains in a ref shirt and a sheriff's hat on and makes his way to the ring. The fans cheer as "The Law" enters the ring and tips his hat to the fans. The music dies down.*

Hood: This idiot is taking his role as ref a little too seriously.

Rockwell: I agree with you. Hopefully he'll be impartial for his sake.

Hood: Impartial nothing. He better listen to Mr. Barrows and "do the right thing."" It would do him good to be on the good side of management for once. He doesn't need another Welsh situation.

Rockwell: It sounds like you care.

Hood: Even I get tired of watching a retard get beat down all the time by the bosses.

Rockwell: ::sigh::

Singles Match
Ed Houston & Jack Puffer (0-0) vs. The A-List (Dylan Thomas & The Incredible One) (1-0)

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

*The crowd lets out a cheer, having been looking forward to this one.*

Minos: Introducing first...

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

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

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

Rockwell: The Incredible One has returned in force in 2020, really helping to make the A-List a threat.

Hood: Hell yes! Plus they have me as their official voice, which makes them the greatest group ever!

Rockwell: Uh-huh, I'm sure that's it. It has nothing to do with their wrestling ability or their dirty tricks.

Hood: Hey, I'm not saying I'm a reason for their success... I'm just an amazing addition.

Minos: His tag-team partner... 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... the GCWA World Title #1 Contender... "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 going to talk to The Incredible One.*

Hood: We're a week away from the start of the Perfect Reign!

Rockwell: Dylan Thomas still has to get past Ed Houston, Hood. Even going to the Oscars doesn't make him a winner just yet.

Hood: I bet Dylan could easily win an Oscar. Someone just needs to cast him in a movie!

Rockwell: Who are you texting?

Hood: Jonathan Barrows... it's a million-dollar idea!

Rockwell: Sheesh...

Minos: Their opponents... first, 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 apparently had an issue with casting a vote this week.

Hood: A vote for what?

Rockwell: I'm not sure.

Hood: Then why mention it?

Rockwell: I don't know.

Hood: Ridiculous. C'mon, A-List, pound Puffer to dust before Houston even gets there!

Minos: His teammate... standing 5'9" and weighing 175 lbs... from Miami, Florida... he is the current, reigning, GCWA Heavyweight Champion of the World... "The Rocketman" Ed Houston!!

*The screen turns black and then slowly starts to count down from 10. Once it hits 1 the sound of a rocket taking off echoes throughout the arena. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid starts to blare as Ed Houston slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. The World Championship glows around his waist. He stops by fans in the crowd and high fives them. Once he gets about half way down the ramp, he sprints and slides under the rope. He quickly jumps to his feet and makes his way up to the turnbuckle where he waves to the crowd.*

Rockwell: Houston, meanwhile, was getting a tuxedo fixed for a wedding this weekend.

Hood: Too bad he won't be able to attend after the beating he takes tonight. He should have taken Barrows' advice and not shown up.

Rockwell: I think the World Champion has enough confidence in himself to survive tonight, and retain next week.

Hood: Confidence doesn't mean shit when you're getting the hell beat out of you by the A-List!

Rockwell: Wait, what is Zybala doing?

*Zybala gives both Houston and Puffer a thorough pat down, checking for weapons, then turns towards Thomas and TIO. He walks over and asks them if they're clean. They both say yes which is good enough for Zybala. He looks at Lissandra, tips his hat and says "ma'am" before calling for the bell as the fans boo!*

Hood: Hah! Zybala is actually gonna play ball! I knew his moral compass was as fucked as everyone else.

Rockwell: I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it for myself.

*Puffer goes over, talking with Zybala, looking a little concerned, but Zybala just waves him off. As Puffer turns, Dylan Thomas is suddenly there, clubbing Puffer in the back of the head! He pulls Puffer his direction, even as Houston tries to come to his aid, only to be stopped by Zybala! While ZYbala orders Houston back to his corner, Puffer tries a right hand at Thomas to stun him. But Thomas reaches up, raking the eyes and blinding the Good Detective! He shoves Puffer into their corner, kicking away at Puffer before tagging in The Incredible One. TIO then starts kicking away as well, doing more damage as the crowd boos.*

Rockwell: A terrible start for the fan favorites!

Hood: What are you talking about? It couldn't be going better for The A-List!

Rockwell: But they aren't... never mind, I know you'll never agree with me on this.

*TIO tags back in Thomas, who brings Puffer out of the corner by his legs, dragging him. He hangs onto the legs, positioning himself to spring off of Puffer's legs, flipping over with a senton leg drop! Thomas then makes the cover, with Zybala immediately being in position... 1... 2.. and Puffer quickly kicks out. Zybala backs off, continuing his duty, as Thomas brings Puffer back up once more. This time, he lifts Puffer up into a side suplex, dropping him hard to the mat. Thomas gets up, blowing a quick kiss to Lissandra, before going to tag in The Incredible One once again.*

Hood: The teamwork here is beautiful!

Rockwell: The A-List is definitely working strongly as a team, as should be expected. Houston & Puffer have never worked together before.

Hood: They may never work together again if The A-List can take them both out tonight!

*The Incredible One stomps on Puffer's arm, as if trying to break it. He is grinning as he pulls Puffer back to his feet, yelling in his face about almost giving him herpes last week. He slaps Puffer disrespectfully, then twists him for a neckbreaker, no, Puffer reverses out of it, then grabs TIO's head, dropping with a snap DDT!! The fans cheer as Puffer starts crawling towards Houston, who's leaning over the ropes for the tag. Zybala quickly runs over to Houston and starts yelling at him, telling him to hold onto the tag rope. Houston argues that he's already in the corner, but Zybala screams "Just hold the fucking rope!" Houston does so, reaching over the top rope for the tag. Puffer is almost there, but Thomas is now the legal man, dragging him away as the boos rain down.*

Rockwell: I don't know what to say. Zybala is actually helping the A-List.

Hood: I don't see him helping. He's enforcing the rules. Maybe YOU'RE the one who is biased, Adrian.

Rockwell: I will ask you kindly not to question my integrity.

*Thomas whips Puffer into a neutral corner and Puffer crashes into the turnbuckles hard with his back. Thomas rushes in with a hard shoulder to Puffer's stomach and then starts laying in with punches. The crowd is trying to rally Puffer. The Good Detective manages to block a punch, grabs Thomas and tosses him in the corner! The fans cheer as Puffer throws punches of his own as Thomas tries to cover up. The cheers turn to boos as TIO runs over and tags the back of Thomas! Zybala yells at him to get back to his corner and use the tag rope. TIO smirks and holds up a super long tag rope attached to his corner. Zybala looks at it, looks at TIO, back at the corner, then TIO again. Zybala then claps his hands once over his head to signal the legal tag as the fans boo more! Puffer turns to look at Zybala who looks sad and mouths "I'm sorry".*

Rockwell: That can't be legal!

Hood: The rule only says he has to hold the tag rope. There's nothing about the length of the rope!

Rockwell: There has to be! I'm going to google it.

Hood: Er, hang on, Adrian, the match is still going!

*The Incredible One hangs onto Puffer now, applying an Abdominal Stretch submission. He's working over Puffer's spine, wanting him to tap out and quit in embarrassment. Zybala is checking, but Puffer is emphatically shaking his head no, refusing to give up. TIO yells at Zybala, wanting to call for it anyway, but Zybala refuses. TIO drops the hold, putting Puffer on the mat, and turns to Zybala, angrily talking to him about "the right thing". They argue for a moment, with Zybala telling TIO to get back to work. TIO shakes his head, taking his eye off his opponent... and Puffer takes advantage, leaping up with a desperation bulldog!! The crowd cheers, even as Puffer starts crawling desperately towards Houston.*

Rockwell: This could be a turning point!

Hood: Damn! Thomas, use the long rope!!

*After being taken by surprise, Thomas hurries in with the long tag rope, reaching TIO and tagging himself in. But he's then too late to grab Puffer, who dives forward and tags in Houston!! The World Champ springboards himself into the ring, clotheslining Thomas! He then turns and runs at where TIO is sitting up, nailing him with a shining wizard kick!! TIO goes down, rolling out of the ring, as Houston turns back to Thomas, punching away at him. Thomas tries to cover up, then goes for the eyes, but Houston blocks it, having expected it. He holds onto the arm, puts a foot up on Thomas' face, and drops, bringing Thomas down onto the boot!! Thomas collapses, with Houston making a quick cover... 1... 2.. and Thomas is able to get free in time.*

Rockwell: The World Champion is rolling!

Hood: C'mon, A-List, this is your chance! Take Houston out and the title is awarded to Thomas next Sunday!

*Houston has Thomas back up now, scoop slamming him in front of the corner. He goes to climb up the turnbuckle, even as Lissandra tries to climb the apron and head his direction. Zybala, seeing this, goes to stop her, talking with her about getting invovled. Houston ignores both of them, leaping off the top with a corkscrew moonsault that lands dead on target! He makes the cover again, but Zybala is still busy with Lissandra. As Houston starts to get up, Dave Branson is suddenly in the ring, nailing Houston with a running lariat!! Branson immediately slides back out of the ring even as Zybala turns, confused. All he sees is Houston on his back, with Thomas crawling into a cover... 1... 2... but Houston kicks out!*

Rockwell: How could Zybala miss that?

Hood: Miss what? All I saw was Houston trip over his own feet. Really sad to see the champ in this state.

Rockwell: You lying son of a...

Hood: Hey, HEY! Calm down, Adrian! Shit!

*Hood is seen pulling away from the steaming Rockwell, even as Thomas is back on his feet. He drops an elbow onto Houston, then another, trying to work over the champ. He pulls him up, taking him over with a beautiful belly-to-back suplex with a bridge. Zybala makes another count... 1... 2... but Houston still manages to kick out. Thomas gets up, telling Zybala to count a little faster next time, which gets a shrug from Zybala. Thomas then pulls Houston up, bringing him over to their corner... but Houston suddenly pulls back away from the tag, and manages to roll Thomas up! Zybala's right there... 1... 2... and Thomas barely kicks free in time!*

Rockwell: That was almost it!

Hood: What the hell, Zybala?

Rockwell: What? That was a perfectly equal count to what he did before!

Hood: Exactly! What the hell!!

*Houston tries to get up quickly, but Thomas immediately takes him back down with a neckbreaker. He then slaps on a figure four to the downed Houston who writhes in pain. Zybala is standing over Ed looking for the tap out. TIO leans through the ropes and starts yelling at Ed to give up, even stepping halfway through the ropes. Zybala sees this and rushes over to tell TIO to get out. They start arguing and TIO yells at Zybala to watch the match and "do the right thing." Zybala yells that he would if some jackass wasn't distracting him. He goes on saying this only weakens Ed for the title match. While TIO and Zybala argue, Puffer gets in the ring and flips Thomas over onto his stomach, reversing the pressure of the figure four! TIO gets out of the ring and Zybala finally turns around, but Puffer is back in his corner already. Zybala runs over to Thomas and tells him to give up and save his strength for the title match. The fans cheer and start chanting TAP!*

Rockwell: Will Thomas tap out??

Hood: Those dirty bastards! They cheated!

Rockwell: And having Branson run into the ring wasn't an issue?

Hood: I never saw that, but I DID see Puffer!

*Thomas is fighting with all his might, trying to break the hold, as Houston increases the pressure. But Thomas is able to unlock his legs, freeing him, flopping to his stomach and breathing heavily. Puffer, holding the tag rope tightly, reaches out, as Houston starts crawling towards him. Thomas goes the other direction, with TIO stepping through the ropes to get closer to him. Zybala watches as both wrestlers manage the tag, with TIO running forward... and getting nailed by a flying forearm from Puffer! He goes wild on TIO with right hands, punching away on the canvas! But Thomas gets up and comes back, grabbing Puffer from behind and whipping him back into their corner!*

Rockwell: Get Thomas out of there!

Hood: Let them fight, ref! ... But keep Houston back!

*Puffer comes out of the corner with a double clothesline attempt, but it fails, as both Thomas & TIO give him a kick, followed by a double suplex! Zybala starts arguing for Thomas to go back, even as Houston comes flying back in with a crossbody onto TIO! Zybala turns to Houston, angrily yelling at him to leave as well, but he's lost all control, as Thomas dives into Houston, tackling him to the ground! He rolls Houston over, as if to pin him, but then turns and faces Zybala, with the two talking it out... as Knux & Branson grab Houston's legs from the outside, pulling him out of the ring! Zybala, seeing Houston disappear, rushes the side of the ring, where both bodyguards are already moving away from the downed Houston, pretending that nothing happened.*

Rockwell: Toss them out, Zybala!

Hood: Do the right thing, ref!

*In the ring, both The Incredible One and Thomas have Puffer in the corner now, going to town on him with kicks and punches. Zybala turns back to them, frustrated. He administers a lenient five count which gets ignored by The A-List. Zybala has had enough, as he gets inbetween The A-List and Puffer. He yells at Thomas to get out of the ring, saying he's not the legal man, as the fans cheer the change. Thomas looks ready to attack Zybala, but TIO pushes him back, knowing what that would cause.*

Rockwell: Zybala FINALLY enforces the rules and stands up to The A-List.

Hood: And he's gonna regret it because here comes the boss!

*The fans boo as Barrows makes his way to the ring and then gets right in Zybala's face. He yells at him, asking what him what the fuck he's doing. Zybala starts clenching his fists as the frustration grows within him. He looks like he wants to slap the shit out of Barrows so hard it would make Rick James proud. Puffer tries to intervene and gets between the two men, but gets pushed hard out of the way by Barrows. Zybala looks at this happening and a huge grin grows on his face. He turns towards the time keeper and calls for the bell. As everyone looks confused, Zybala walks over to the ropes and talks to Minos and talks to him. Minos then gets on the mic.*

Minos: Ladies and gentlemen... referee Mike Zybala has ruled that due to the outside interference from Jonathan Barrows... the winners of the match via DISQUALIFICATION, are Jack Puffer and Ed Houston!!

Hood: NO! You idiot!!

Rockwell: Barrows did put his hands on Jack Puffer, Hood!

Hood: He barely touched him! This can't stand!

*All of the sudden, Thomas comes up behind Zybala, looking furious. He drops to a knee... and lets loose a low blow!!! Zybala, gasping, falls forward into the ropes, with The Incredible One kicking him from behind and sending him through to the outside! Barrows, meanwhile, is yelling at Minos, while also waving his arms towards the back. Another referee comes running out, pressed into service.*

Minos: Per Co-Owner Jonathan Barrows... the previous decision has been... VETOED!! This match... Will Continue!!

Hood: Justice at last!

Rockwell: That damn veto!

*Thomas, still furious at Zybala's actions, turns back into the ring, heading back towards Puffer. But Puffer launches himself forward, getting a spear into Thomas that sends both men toppling through the ropes!! The Incredible One, surprised, goes after them, stepping through the ropes. He's standing on the apron, ordering Branson & Knux to get involved... and a running Houston leaps OVER TIO and suicide dives into the crowd, taking out everyone!!! The crowd goes wild, even as The Incredible One is seen looking down in shock at what just happened.*

Rockwell: Houston risks it all to take out the numbers!!

Hood: Where's Lissandra?? My god, she's a pregnant woman!!

Rockwell: She's on the other side of the ring, Hood, she's safe!

Hood: Oh, thank God! Houston could have killed her AND her unborn child!

*Lissandra is briefly shown, beside herself with everything that's happened tonight. She starts around to check on her husband, as The Incredible One steps off the apron and drops a double axehandle onto Houston, knocking him down. TIO then grabs the legal man, Puffer, and throws him back in, following behind. He signals for the end, planning to put Puffer down with This Damn Incredible! But as TIO starts lifting his foe up, Puffer slips free, landing behind him. As TIO spins, Puffer grabs him and lifts, landing a spinebuster!! Puffer holds his head afterwards, before crawling over to his corner, where Houston has pulled himself up! Puffer jumps up, making the tag and bringing the World Champion in legally!*

Rockwell: Houston's in! The A-List is in trouble!

Hood: Damn it, Knux, Branson, Thomas, get up!!

*The Incredible One struggles to get back up, his spine still rattled from the impact. He turns and faces the World Champion, who comes forward with Houston, We Have A Problem (Superkick)!!! TIO crashes down! On the outside, Lissandra is trying to get Dylan back up, but she's forced to run for it as Puffer sacrifices himself, leaping off the apron to splash into Dylan, Branson, & Knux!! With everyone down outside, Houston heads to the turnbuckle, climbing up with his usual speed. He holds his balance for a moment, with several taking flash photos from the audience, before he leaps, landing Blastoff (Shooting Star Press)!!!! Barrows curses outside as Houston makes the pin, with the impartial referee making the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... Jack Puffer and the World Heavyweight Champion, Ed Houston!!

Hood: Damn it!

Rockwell: Houston & Puffer survive, working together for the victory!

Hood: It's all Zybala's fault!!

Rockwell: To me, it just looked like The Incredible One just came up short, Hood!

Hood: Whatever! It's all going to be different next Sunday, when The A-List dominates everyone and we have a new World Champion!

Rockwell: That's certainly still possible. But for tonight, Houston & Puffer reign supreme! Good night, everyone!

*Houston has already left the ring, ignoring Barrows and getting his World Championship. He stumbles over and helps Puffer as they move off down the ring. Dylan Thomas is back up now, with Lissandra beside him, looking like he's ready to break something in half. He glares over at Houston, as behind him, we can see The Incredible One still hurting in the ring.*

*We cut to right backstage, where Mike Zybala is getting quickly looked over by the doctor. He doesn't seem to be concerned, as he nods to the doctor, ready to depart. He looks to his right, surprised, as Deana Barrows is now standing there, smiling at him.*

Mike Zybala: Nice to see you, Ms. Barrows.

Deana Barrows: Good to see you as well, Mr. Zybala. Interesting decision out there.

Mike Zybala: Yes, I know. I'm looking forward to at least watching Adrenaline Rush III and see Houston be victorious.

Deana Barrows: Well, if you have time, it should be a good match. But you do have something else to prepare for.

*Deana pulls a contract from her bag, apparently swiped from Jonathan Barrows' office. She hands it to Zybala.*

Deana Barrows: I thought I'd deliver this personally, since my brother had already filled it out earlier today. Congratulations. We'll see you against Crazy Chris next Sunday.

*Deana smiles and walks off, as Zybala studies the contract in front of him. We slowly fade out.*

OOC: That ends the road for Adrenaline Rush III! Thanks to everyone who has helped to build such a powerful card for the pay-per-view! I'm really looking forward to seeing what everyone delivers. As a reminder, PPV matches are all two roleplay matches, so unless you've made a deal with your opponent, make sure to get your two up within the deadline!

GCWA Presents - Adrenaline Rush III

LIVE! Friday, February 14th, 2020

From the Forum, Los Angeles, California

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Jonathan Barrows vs. The Big Bifford, Bifford's Contract On The Line

Crazy Chris(c) vs. Mike Zybala, GCWA Unified X Division Title match

Jack Puffer vs. The Incredible One

"Mad Dog" Mark Wright(c) vs. Tony Savage, GCWA North American Title Dog Collar match

Duce Jones vs. Mack O'Connor, GCWA World Heavyweight Title #1 Contenders match

Main Event

Ed Houston(c) vs. Dylan Thomas, GCWA World Heavyweight Title match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, February 14th to Thursday, February 20th, giving you 7 days to post two roleplay's. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!