Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*Have you calmed down from the Adrenaline Rush yet? I know it wasn't easy to do. So many incredible matches! If you haven't seen the show yet... shame on you, and shame on your own family. You have let your father down. Your mother is crying right now. Your siblings have disowned you. ... Okay, maybe it's not that serious. Yet. But you need to watch the show! With that out of the way, it's Friday, which means it's time for Inferno! So settle in and let's get to the show!*

*After the GCWA logo fades, we go to darkness. The voice can be heard, echoing throughout the screen, as images slowly begin to appear.*

Voice: At GCWA Adrenaline Rush III, change was in the wind...

*The first video shows stills of some of the great moments from the Unified X Division Title match, which includes a shot of Curt Canon watching at ringside. We see the final shot, of Mike Zybala taking Crazy Chris off the turnbuckle with the Sound of Silence.*

Rockwell: A huge win for Mike Zybala, as he earns his first gold in the GCWA!

Hood: Damn those orangutans!

Voice: There were endings...

*We see Jack Puffer landing move after move on The Incredible One, completely frustrating the veteran. A still catches Puffer taking TIO over with Under The Lights. A final shot shows TIO walking away from the ring, his head down.*

Hood: I just... I don't know if TIO can recover from this!

Rockwell: We may have just seen the end of a career...

Voice: And there were new beginnings...

*The "Mad Dog" Mark Wright/Tony Savage Dog Collar match is shown in black and white clips and stills, due to the blood that was spilled. Savage is seen coming forward for One Shot, One Kill to become the GCWA North American Champion.*

Hood: The Savage One is a double champion!!

Voice: There were returns to the ring...

*Clips show The Big Bifford making his way to the ring, followed by "Pryde", which turned out to be Hunter Barrows. Jonathan Barrows would also wear the mask, with the two trying double-teams, but Bifford's final Biff End on Barrows to win back his GCWA contract.*

Rockwell: The Big Bifford is now officially back as a full-time wrestler in the GCWA!

Voice: And there were returns to the top...

*The brutal fight between Duce Jones and Mack O'Connor for the #1 Contendership gets shown in parts, including a still of the horrible fall Duce took during the match. O'Connor's Hollow Point is shown in mid-motion, getting him a shot at another World Championship.*

Hood: Mack did it! His run continues!

Rockwell: Duce came so close, but his injury was just too severe!

Voice: But for all the change... one thing remained the same...

*We see clips and stills from the battle between World Champion Ed Houston and Dylan Thomas, including the involvement of Dave Branson and Lissandra Thomas. Several of the thrilling moves are shown in part, ending with a still of Houston in mid-air, heading towards Thomas with Blastoff.*

Hood: NOOOOOOO!!!!

Rockwell: It was an amazing effort from Thomas, but Ed Houston has proven once again that he's now one of the greats in the wrestling business right now!

*As the final still flashes by, we see Deana Barrow standing there, with her typical smile on her face. She stares towards the viewers.*

Deana Barrows: It was an explosive night. But the journey doesn't end there. The New Era continues...

*Deana grins, winking at 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. Hollow Point. The Crazy Man's Suicide. The Sound of Silence. One Shot, One Kill. The Perfect Finisher. The Duce of Clubs. 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 return to the GCWA Arena in Dallas, Texas! The pyro erupts all around the stage, as the crowd roars in approval. It's a full house in Dallas, as everyone's still riding high after Adrenaline Rush. The camera focuses on several fans in the front row who are jumping up and down, all wearing Rocket Man gear. One holds up a sign stating "My Champion!" We go past them to get to Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: Welcome to Friday Night Inferno! Adrian Rockwell here, with Hood, ready for the after-effects and consequences of Adrenaline Rush!

Hood: What a night! Two new champions, six epic matches, and eight awesome after-parties that I got to attend!

Rockwell: Eight parties in one night? Really?

Hood: You can get in a lot of parties in one night when you're kicked out of them quickly.

Rockwell: Ahh, that makes sense. Did you get to the food and drink at all of them?

Hood: Yep!

Rockwell: Then it was a successful night! We're expecting to hear a lot from the winners from Sunday, as well as apparently a special announcement from the Barrows about the future of the GCWA!

Hood: Oh, man, they better not be closing. I've finally got myself settled in here in Dallas!

Rockwell: No, I'm pretty sure that's not what's going on. But we'll definitely find out later tonight.

Hood: Don't take too long, Mr. Barrows! I need to know!

Rockwell: We do have some strong matches here tonight, as we're going to see some of our newer competitors in action, including Erin Gordon, Lucas Thames, Anderson Haze, and "The Natural" Ryot!

Hood: Haze & Ryot in the main event already! I didn't see that coming!

Rockwell: Plus our new North American Champion, Tony Savage, will be fighting "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas, which would be a marquee PPV match in other federations.

Hood: Always good to see a Savage fight!

Rockwell: We've got a LOT to get to tonight, so let's not take any longer!

*The camera is shown outside the GCWA Arena. Ryot is walking towards the arena with his sunglasses and business suit on. The corner of the screen says, "Earlier Today."*

Cameraman: Ryot, Ryot! You have a big match tonight as you face Anderson Haze. A lot is on the line since neither of you have lost, what is your mindset going into your contest tonight?

*Ryot takes an annoyed deep breath. He takes off his sunglasses.*

Ryot: Oh my God, that seems to be the question on EVERYONE's mind, isn't it? *pauses* How about a question for you?

*He lets go of his suit case.*

Ryot: Why is Anderson Haze such a problem for me in people's eyes, huh? I proved my spot on the roster last week, and this week will be no different.

Cameraman: Well, you seem to be looking past hi-

*Ryot puts his finger up to cut him off and looks into the camera with an intense stare.*

Ryot: Haze, I know you're watching this. You need to know your place here, and that is a stepping stone for me. And after tonight, you will not forget my name. You'll learn why I'm called "The Natural".

*He puts his glasses back on and picks up his suitcase again.*

Ryot: We done here? Cause I got things to do.

*Ryot walks past the camera as it follows him walking into the building.*

Singles Match
"The Oncoming Storm" Erin Gordon (0-0) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (6-23-1)

Minos: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... making her GCWA debut here tonight... standing 5'7" and weighing 154 lbs... from Blooming Valley, Pennsylvania... here is "The Oncoming Storm" Erin Gordon!!

*The overhead lights slowly go dark as the first strummed chords of 'Hurricane' fill the air, the crowd's cheers rising in response to the woman that is about to emerge. Gray lights flare into being around the curtain when the song starts proper, illuminating the outline of the Oncoming Storm as she stands with her shoulders square and her hands curled into fists at her sides. The wind machine is on behind her, blowing her hair around as her gaze moves over the assembled crowd and the surroundings alike... before it settles upon the ring. As 'Hurricane' cuts to the chorus, she makes her way down the aisle, not shying away from the hands that reach out for her.*

It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain... 'til the levee breaks.
A tidal wave of fear and pain carries us away.
Another fight into the night until nothing else remains.
How do we find harbor from the hurricane?

*Erin's focus never wavers, even as she grabs onto the ropes and hauls herself up onto the apron. Wiping her feet, she climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes before she heads to her corner, turning to rest her back against the turnbuckles. Only then does she play a little to the crowd, a single fist thrusting itself skyward to earn more cheers as her music fades.*

Rockwell: It's great to have Erin Gordon here in the GCWA!

Hood: Yeah, she's still clearly upset with the closure of OCW.

Rockwell: A lot of people felt that way, but the GCWA is a great place to move on and get a fresh start.

Hood: Bring it back, Will!

Rockwell: Who's Will?

Hood: I... I meant bring it back, Marcus!

Rockwell: ...

*Gordon is in the ring, bouncing on her feet to stay loose. She is waiting for her opponent. A few minutes pass and still no Vaughn. The crowd starts to get restless and boo.*

Rockwell: Where is "The Janitor"?

Hood: Maybe he died on Exile Island? Training with orangutans isn't for everyone.

Rockwell: Zybala managed it.

Hood: Zybala is fucking insane though.

*The big screen comes to life. We see a limo pulling up in the back and park. The driver gets out and opens up the back door. Out steps a smiling Zybala, dressed in a nice suit with the X-Division title around his waist. He moves out of the way and helps Peter Vaughn out. The fans cheer at the sight. But it's a sad sight. Peter's clothes are torn and dirty, as if he just left Exile Island. And his face.... The look on his face is one of horror and sadness. He looks shell-shocked from his "training." Zybala wishes him good luck as Vaughn starts to make his way from the back.*

Rockwell: Son of a bitch... is Vaughn in any condition to fight tonight?

Hood: I guess we're going to find out, because here he comes!

Minos: Entering the arena... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Dallas, Texas... here is Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn!!

*"Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor begins to play, as the crowd gives a cheer for their hometown underdog. It takes a moment, but Vaughn finally staggers out of the back, his eyes wide as he reacts to the noise and lights. He doesn't even have his mop with him. Eventually, with help from security, he makes it to the ring.*

Rockwell: Vaughn had been down this week, as he's been living on the streets as of late. But I don't think Zybala has made an improvement for him.

Hood: Well, maybe constantly running from dangers on Exile Island has made him faster?

Rockwell: The long-term benefits are possible, I won't disagree. But the fact that he apparently didn't get done until tonight?

Hood: Yeah, he's screwed.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Let's see what Erin Gordon is going to bring to the GCWA!

Hood: I wouldn't want to be in the ring with Vaughn. He didn't even get that shower he was supposed to be allowed.

*Gordon is ready to fight, looking strong. Vaughn is anything but ready, just cowering in the corner. The referee waves Gordon back and steps in, checking on Vaughn to get him up. Suddenly, Vaughn is on his feet, screaming at the referee! The ref backs off, his hands up, as Vaughn grabs at his hair, tugging on it. He then turns and with a yell, runs at Gordon! But Gordon, in spite of her surprise, doesn't back down, ducking under Vaughn's attack and grabbing his head from behind. She drops back, landing the Downpour (Head Pull Backbreaker)!! Vaughn bounces on the mat, feeling every stab of pain through his spine, as Gordon gets back to her feet. She goes off the ropes and comes back with a running low dropkick, hitting Vaughn just as he started to sit up, knocking him back down. Gordon then drops an elbow before making the cover, with the ref right there... 1... 2.. but Vaughn kicks out violently.*

Rockwell: I will say that's the most aggressive I've seen the Janitor in months.

Hood: It didn't do him a whole lot of good, though.

Rockwell: It probably didn't work against orangutans, either.

*Gordon has Vaughn up now, whipping him into the corner. She runs after him, hitting a running knee that sends Vaughn down to a seated position. Gordon, showing her speed, immediately turns and runs to the other corner. She lines him up and returns, charing into him with the Dragging Winds (Sliding Lariat)!! Vaughn's in bad shape, coughing hard from the impact to his chest. He tries to pull himself back up, using the ropes. But as soon as Vaughn is vertical, Gordon is there again, nailing with the Stiff Breeze (Rolling Elbow)!!! Vaughn takes the hit, stands upright for a few seconds, then slowly drops forward onto his face, thudding into the canvas. Gordon raises a fist to the crowd, earning their cheers, as they're enjoying this one.*

Hood: Somebody should have yelled "Timber!" for Vaughn there.

Rockwell: That moment has come and gone.

Hood: Damn. We can't edit it in?

Rockwell: We're live!

Hood: Oh. Right. Well, maybe for the replay, then.

*Gordon moves back to Vaughn, hauling the abused wrestler back to his feet. Vaughn has been knocked senseless, seemingly ducking a couple of times from objects that aren't there. He staggers around, even as Gordon steps back, waiting for him to turn around again. As soon as Vaughn faces her, Gordon darts in, nailing him with the Nor'easter (Spinning backfist from Hell)!!!! Vaughn, put out of his misery, tumbles to the ground, falling on his stomach. Gordon doesn't waste any more time, rolling him over with her foot before making the cover. The referee slides into position... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The Oncoming Storm" Erin Gordon!!

Rockwell: A commanding victory for Gordon to start her GCWA career!

Hood: Vaughn really didn't have any sort of chance here.

Rockwell: It didn't appear so. But take nothing away from Gordon, she looked dominating.

*Gordon celebrates in the ring, happy to have gotten her first win. She signals something to the camera, possibly a nod to her son, before she turns and leaves. The referee checks on Vaughn, who still appears to be completely out of it.*

*We cut backstage to Lucas 'The Icon' Thames wearing his TAPOUT hoodie, with the hood down shadow boxing on a stairwell of the GCWA arena. His wrists are taped and he is in his wrestling shorts, all set to compete.*

Rockwell: ... And there's Lucas Thames. He's looking like he's ready to go tonight!

Hood: Yeah... but I mean he goes from Tony Savage to Aaron Warthog.

Rockwell: Lucas did well against Savage and no doubt they will face again down the road in what should be another wrestling classic.

Hood: But... Warthog!

Rockwell: It's certainly true indeed that not all men are created equal, but as broadcasters Hood, we can't show bias. Not that you would know anything about not showing bias...

Hood: What's that supposed to mean?

*Lucas replaces his hood and smiles into the camera.*

Lucas Thames: Mr. Warthog... time to tap.

*Lucas makes his way down the stairs onto the ground and makes his way towards the ring.*

Rockwell: Lucas Thames, Aaron Warthog, moments away!

*The crowd can be heard, excited, as we cut to commercial.*

*We come back to the office of the Barrows. Jonathan Barrows is currently sitting at his office desk, clearly still nursing a few bumps and bruises from this past Sunday. Next to him, Hunter Barrows is standing, but also leaning against the desk, trying to hide his injuries. Sitting in the office with them is Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn.*

Jonathan Barrows: Look, Mr. Vaughn, I know there are extenuating circumstances. But you were late for your match, and we don't tolerate tardiness. Plus the performance you gave, or lack there of, was sub-par to say the least. You went through this "training" with Zybala, the same training he did, but you don't seem to have improved.

*Vaughn just keeps looking down. He's been through hell over the last week.*

Jonathan Barrows: Look, Mr. Vaughn... Peter. You've been here a long time. But I'm sorry to say...

*Barrows gets cut off by a knock at the office door. The door opens up and Zybala lets himself in. He's still dressed nice with his title around his waist. He seems to be clutching something in his fist. He walks up next to Vaughn.*

Mike Zybala: Sorry for interrupting boss. I was just bringing Pete here something he left in the limo. And sorry for making him late. That was my fault. Well I'll get out of your hair.

*Before he leaves, Zybala hands Vaughn what he was holding. Vaughn holds it up for Barrows and everyone watching to see. It's an immunity idol necklace from the OCW Survivor season two! Hunter steps over and grabs it from Vaughn, studying it.*

Jonathan Barrows: What's that, Hunter?

Hunter Barrows: Damn. Okay, Vaughn we'll see you next week.

*Vaughn gets up, still looking shell-shocked, as he departs. Jonathan raises his eyebrows, confused as he stares at Hunter.*

Hunter Barrows: He had immunity, Johnny. He was safe.

Jonathan Barrows: But... that's not... never mind. It's not worth it.

*Jonathan reaches down, pulling out another ice pack from a cooler nearby to put on the back of his neck. We go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: Looks like Peter Vaughn gets to keep his job, at least for another week.

Hood: What the hell just happened?

Rockwell: He cashed in an immunity necklace, Hood.

Hood: But why?

Rockwell: Why? It was the perfect time to use it.

Hood: How??

Rockwell: ... By turning in the necklace to the Barrows?

Hood: ... THIS ISN'T SURVIVOR!!!

Rockwell: A point worthy of discussion for sure, Hood. But for now, let's get to the next match!

Hood: Ugh!

Singles Match
Lucas Thames (1-1) vs. Aaron Warthog (0-6)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... approaching 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 didn't think much of Thames' visit to Pingree Farm.

Hood: Nope, but I was impressed that he seems to be a fairly competent chef. That baby lamb veal looked delicious!

Rockwell: It's even more amazing when you remember that he doesn't actually have a kitchen of his own.

Hood: I heard the actual owners of the house agreed not to charge him with trespassing if they received autographed items from Ed Houston and Jack Puffer.

Rockwell: Anything to avoid a lawsuit...

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

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

Hood: Lucas is looking pretty tight with his fiancee, Josie.

Rockwell: Wouldn't you expect that from any couple that's planning on getting married?

Hood: Maybe, but some might wonder if Josie's just out for Lucas' future money as a GCWA wrestler.

Rockwell: Not from what I've seen.

Hood: She kept demanding a tea cup pig! Do I need to state any more proof?

Rockwell: Everyone wants a tea cup pig. Even you do.

Hood: I... well, they are kind of cute...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Time for a battle between heavyweights!

Hood: I think Warthog deserves his own class... Wartweight or something...

*Warthog and Thames both walk forward, facing off in the middle of the ring. Warthog seems extremely confident, having eaten so much protein over the last week. He orders Thames to take the first shot, so Thames rears back and cracks Warthog across the chest! Warthog winces, but then tries to play it off like it was nothing, laughing. He lands his own hit, smashing Thames across to leave a red welt above his pecs. Thames nods, then fires again, landing a large forearm shot to Warthog's chest. Warthog stumbles back, but then again pretends it was weak, before throwing his own shot, aiming for Thames' head! But Thames dodges it, his MMA skills taking over, and he steps in, wrapping up a surprising Warthog from behind and delivering a snap German suplex! Thames holds on for the pin, with the ref in position... 1... 2.. and Warthog manages to kick out!*

Rockwell: Thames has some amazing strength, being able to take Warthog over like that!

Hood: I'll say! That defies the laws of gravity! A mass like that should be immovable!

*Warthog jumps up, angrily dropping back to the ropes. He charges at Thames, wanting the Stampede!!! But Thames shows incredible agility, leapfrogging over the charging wrestler! As Warthog hits the ropes and comes back, Thames turns and boots him in the gut, bending him over. Thames then uses his leg around Warthog's neck, spinning him down with the Iconizer (neckbreaker)!! Warthog kicks his feet rapidly on the mat, aching from the impact. Thames moves on top of Warthog, taking advantage of the wrestler being down to start pummelling him with shot after shot! All Warthog can do is try to cover up, as the referee moves around them, warning Thames about his usage of closed fists. Thames finally stops, standing up, looking annoyed.*

Rockwell: You think Warthog's comments about eating a tea cup pig as bacon went too far?

Hood: I bet Thames' financee told him to punish Warthog for that, no question.

Rockwell: At this point, we're seeing a clear domination from The Icon.

*As Warthog claws at the ropes, struggling to get himself up, Thames steps to the side. He comes in as soon as Warthog is vertical, pulling him towards the center of the ring. Warthog tries to pull free, wanting to leave through the ropes and get a few seconds to recover, but Thames has no intention of allowing that to happen. He pops Warthog a few times in the side with stiff punches, staggering him. Thames then yanks Warthog towards the center of the ring, getting the rolling knee bar/anklelock combo he calls "You Either Tap Or You Break"!! The fans are cheering as Warthog is beside himself, ripping into the mat and looking for any route out of the pain he's currently in. After several seconds in agony, Warthog finally taps, with the referee signalling for the bell. Thames drops the hold, pushing Warthog away, as the referee is there as he rises to raise his arm.*

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

Rockwell: Another victory for Thames, as he's starting to build up a reputation as a no-nonsense fighter here in the GCWA!

Hood: Never threaten the lives of tea cup pigs again, Warthog...

Rockwell: He'll be thinking about that all week, Hood, once he's able to walk without pain again.

Hood: I hope Thames gets himself a title shot. He's definitely deserving of it.

*Thames nods to the cheering crowd before leaving the ring, already thinking about whatever his next match-up will be. Warthog looks upset, holding his leg, as he argues with the referee. Apparently now he's saying that he never tapped out, despite what everyone saw. We fade out.*

*We cut backstage to find THE GOOD DETECTIVE Jack Puffer. He's seated in a chair, alone, inside a locker room. He's waiting, patiently, looking at the clock on his phone.*

Jack Puffer: Where is Mr. Welsh? He said he'd have my surprise by now...

*Puffer hums an unrecognizable tune. The door opens... Puffer turns and spots a GIANT CAKE rolling into the room, coming to rest right in the center, in front of Jack. Welsh appears from behind the cake, smiling ear to ear.*

Marcus Welsh: Ta-da!

*Puffer's eyes widen.*

Jack Puffer: I've seen these in those rated R movies! A naked woman is going to come out of that thing, right?

*Welsh looks side to side.*

Marcus Welsh: Mayyyybe.

Jack Puffer: OH BOY

*Puffer takes a seat. We notice his mouth is still inflamed with oral herpes. Poor guy. Welsh heads over to a boombox. I guess being homeless means yesteryear technology.*

Marcus Welsh: Jack, this is the first of many rewards for your professional wrestling achievements. Enjoy!

*Welsh hits PLAY. Music that's supposed to be sexy but comes across as very awkward blasts through the speakers. Puffer's wide eyes are fixated on the cake. The anticipation builds. Welsh steps closer... he, too, appears to be very excited. And then... suddenly, the cake explodes!*

Jack Puffer: Whoa!

Marcus Welsh: Ah!

*GREG emerges from within the cake, leaping through the air and tackling Marcus Welsh. Puffer pops to his feet, looking down at the two men who are... wrestling? It's hard to tell, they are covered in cake.*

Jack Puffer: Umm... guys...

*Puffer turns and starts to look inside the cake... there's nothing. It's pretty fucking hollow. One thing is for certain, there is no stripper inside for Jack's quivering loins. He sighs and heads for the door... he slowly opens it, leaving the cake and Marcus AND Greg behind... a low level employee walks by, noticing Jack's depressed posture.*

Employee: You okay?

Jack Puffer: Yea, I'm fine. A little hungry.

*The employee extends an unwrapped burger.*

Employee: Here, take this... my girlfriend just called me fat so I guess I'm on salads for awhile.

Jack Puffer: Thank you, kind sir. You are a gentleman AND a scholar!

*Jack tears the wrapping away. The employee is like "Damn, that dude is fucking hungry!" Jack bites into the burger... mustard gets all over his face. He winces.*

Jack Puffer: Yikes!

Employee: You okay?

Jack Puffer: My herpes! It stings... it...

*He starts to calm down.*

Employee: Sir?

Jack Puffer: It... it stopped stinging.

*Jack wipes all the mustard away. He feels around... the herpes seem to be... GONE.*

Jack Puffer: Give me a mirror!

*The employee uses the reverse function on his phone camera, handing the screen to Jack. Jack looks... his eyes widen.*

Jack Puffer: MY HERPES ARE CURED! IT WAS THE MUSTARD.

Employee: Huh

*The employee looks down at his crotch, as though he, too, might be dealing with a case of herpes.*

Jack Puffer: Quick, my good man... what brand of mustard is that? Heinz? Whataburger? Yellow?

Employee: Why it's OWL THIS MUSTARD

Jack Puffer: OWL THIS MUSTARD?

Employee: Yes, the mustard made and approved by Alice Knight. I think it's the special ALOE infused flavor.

Jack Puffer: Well I'll be... this woman... she has saved my mouth. I must find her and thank her.

*Puffer looks toward the heavens... or, well, the ceiling... because they are in a building.*

Jack Puffer: JACK PUFFER IS ON THE CASE!

*Puffer heads off to find and thank Alice Knight. We go to commercial.*

*We cut to backstage, where Tony Savage is seen, preparing for his upcoming match with Chad Vargas. The two championship belts he's earned are sitting on the side table, looking extremely bright where the light is shining on them. There's a knock at the door, and Deana Barrows walks in, seemingly not minding the sight of Savage warming up.*

Deana Barrows: Hello, Mr. Savage.

Tony Savage: *doesn't look up, taping his hands* Sorry, little in my zone right. What can I do ya for?

*Deana leans against the nearby wall, still smiling.*

Deana Barrows: Congratulations again on your victory last Sunday. You will surely be a great North American Champion. But that's not why I'm here today. I'm here about the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles.

*Both look over at Tony Savage's half of the Tag-Team Titles.*

Deana Barrows: You and Mr. Brady Vega won those belts at Darkness Falls. Unfortunately, due to Mr. Vega's injuries, you still haven't defended those titles. That was 76 days ago, Mr. Savage. That is far too long for those belts to be left in limbo, don't you think?

Tony Savage: Yeah, I know. Been trying to get an update on him, but, he's getting a little hard to contact.

Deana Barrows: I'm truly sorry, Mr. Savage. But as a co-owner of this company, I have to make sure championships are defended. So I'm giving you an ultimatum: if you cannot get Mr. Vega back here next week to set up a title defense, those belts will be vacated, and a tournament will be held to decide the new champions.

*Tony shakes his head in frustration.*

Tony Savage: Yeah, I suppose you gotta do what you gotta do. I'll see what I can do.

*Deana walks to the door before looking back over her shoulder.*

Deana Barrows: Good luck in your match tonight.

*Deana leaves, as Savage looks annoyed at the situation. He goes back to preparing, with a little more anger than before.*

Hood: She wouldn't strip Savage, would she?

Rockwell: I mean, like she said, the Tag Titles haven't been defended in so long... there needs to be a resolution to this problem, and who knows if Brady Vega will ever return to the GCWA?

Hood: Yeah, but... it's Tony Savage!

Rockwell: Yes, and Savage has had a great run in the GCWA. But if he and his partner can't defend the belts...

Hood: But... it's TONY SAVAGE!!

Rockwell: So you've expressed already, Hood. It doesn't matter how big a star you are, the rules are still the rules.

Hood: Who cares about rules? I'm more worried that Savage is going to be pissed enough to start killing everyone! Including you and me!

Rockwell: ... Well, I'm pretty sure I can out-run you, so...

Hood: I'm so terrified right now.

Singles Match
Tony Savage (9-1) vs. Chad Vargas (7-5)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... and is a Non-Title Match! First... 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 was rocketing upwards with an upset of Duce Jones not too long ago, but he's been on a losing streak ever since.

Hood: I don't know what's going on with the Confederate Icon. I want to see him start kicking ass again!

Rockwell: Well, maybe tonight Vargas can find the edge he's been lacking lately.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 231 lbs... from Atlanta, Georgia... he is one-half of the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions, and is now the current GCWA North American Champion... here is Tony Savage!!

*The lights dim low. He has no need for pyrotechnics, all the flashes from smart phones and camera illuminate his way down the ramp.*

*The intense drum beat of "Way Of The Fist' pounds over the arena's sound system, and the man marches down to the ring, dressed in black military pants and boots. His shirtless chest bears tattoos and scars, including bullet and bomb wounds, across his core like a mural.*

*Security makes sure, due to his other job as soldier of fortune, he's not packing any outside weaponry. Once they clear him, he jumps onto the apron and climbs into the ring.*

*He climbs the turnbuckle, his mouth twisted in a wolfish, blood-thirsty grin, as he stands with arms crossed, waiting for action.*

Rockwell: Savage is looking to take on one of his 'guilty pleasures' tonight: punishing guy he sees as "bigoted, corny, underachieving motherfuckers".

Hood: He's had Vargas' number before, having taken the Tag-Team Titles from him & Bob Grenier. The belts that are now apparently in danger again.

Rockwell: And you can see that Savage may be in even more of a fighting mood after hearing about that from Deana.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Can Vargas make a showing today, and put himself in position for a title opportunity?

Hood: It's a great time to be facing Savage, no doubt, after that bloody Dog Collar match from Adrenaline Rush III.

Rockwell: But Savage has been on an unbeatable run as of late. It's going to take a lot to stop his run.

*Vargas throws a few middle fingers towards the crowd, annoyed at their jaded chants towards him. He turns back and steps forward... right into Savage's grasp, who lifts Vargas up and sends him crashing down with a spine-buster!! Vargas flattens out, taking the full impact, before rolling towards the ropes. But Savage is immediately on him, stopping Vargas from escaping, and starts raining down punches, firing again and again at Vargas' face! The referee moves in, finally ordering the break, with Savage immediately getting up, dragging the dazed Vargas with him. He snaps Vargas into the ropes, then catches him on the way back by the arm, flipping him over Savage's shoulder to the mat! Savage then applies a twisting arm lock, with Vargas fighting the pain while trying unsuccessfully to escape.*

Rockwell: Savage is looking like he's still as intense as he was at Adrenaline Rush, and maybe even more!

Hood: He said he wanted to get rid of the embarassment and trash in the GCWA!

Rockwell: If Vargas doesn't change things in the hurry, he might be headed for the garbage!

*Vargas, to his credit, refuses to tap out, fighting his way to the ropes to cause the break. Savage steps back, as Vargas goes out to the apron, then to the floor. He looks thrown off his game, walking alongside the ring as he tries to shake feeling back into his arm. The fans are once again giving Vargas a hard time, as he turns and curses them, telling them they aren't worth his time. In the meantime, though, Savage has gone outside the ring on the other side. He comes running around the ring, building up momentum, and smashes Vargas in the back of the head with a running forearm!! Vargas flies forward, hitting the side of the turnbuckle before rebounding and crashing to the floor!*

Rockwell: That impact was just painful to watch!

Hood: It was probably even more painful to actually take!

*The referee is leaning over the ropes, starting a count, as Savage pulls the injured Vargas back to his feet. He throws Vargas into the railing, then pulls him back up to throw him in the other direction, slamming him against the apron edge! Vargas slumps down, trying to figure out how to get away for a breather, but Savage isn't relenting at all. He kicks at Vargas a few times before lifting The Confederate Icon up and tossing him under the ropes, back into the ring. Savage follows, grabbing at Vargas to keep him close by and delivering a double-arm DDT! Vargas is down, barely able to move, as Savage gets back to his feet.*

Hood: Savage is just Savage tonight!

Rockwell: How long have you been waiting to use that line?

Hood: Since he came to the GCWA.

Rockwell: Yeah, well, congratulations, you got to use it. But Savage is definitely living up to it.

Hood: Yep, I have perfect timing!

*Vargas is on his stomach now, staring through weakened eyes at the ring ropes close by. He starts to crawl towards them, hoping to find a way to stop the torrent of damage he's undergoing. Savage has moved to the side, just watching Vargas struggle to get up. He's locked in, set for the beginning of the end. As Vargas gets to his feet, stumbling backwards for a few steps before turning, Savage comes forward, landing One Shot, One Kill!!! Vargas crumples completely to the canvas, not moving. Savage drops for the pinfall, holding Vargas down as the referee moves in... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: A surprisingly one-sided fight!

Hood: Man, I don't even know what to say!

Rockwell: Savage dismantled Vargas from the very beginning. His intensity is at a new level!

Hood: You can say that again! He's apparently not done!

*Savage has gotten hold of Vargas again, this time locking him into the Choke Artist (Peruvian Necktie submission)!!! The referee tries to break it up, unsuccessfully, as Savage pulls back on Vargas, doing as much damage as possible!! Vargas weakly tries to fight free, but there's nothing he can do, eventually passing out. Savage finally drops the hold, leaving Vargas down, with the referee arguing with him. Savage stares at the referee, who backs off, suddenly afraid. Savage then finally leaves the ring, making sure to grab his championships on the way out.*

*The camera cuts backstage where Ed Houston is standing. He has the GCWA Championship proudly draped over his shoulder. He has a mic in his hand. A smile spreads across his face as he starts to talk.*

Ed Houston: I will admit the A-List pushed me. Dylan Thomas laid it all out there at Adrenaline Rush III. He has a lot to be proud of but the thing I'm the proudest of is that I still have the GCWA World Championship over my shoulder. Dylan couldn't take this belt away from me and while I'm sure he'll blast back up and become one of the biggest stars in GCWA, he's not quite there yet and it's time to turn my attention elsewhere.

Mack O'Connor is now the number one contender in GCWA. That's a weird statement. It's weird to see him outside of the OCW ring. His curmudgeonedness fit perfectly in Key West. He had the temperament of most of the senior citizens there but here in Dallas, it's almost out of place. But I'm excited to take on this challenge. The last time we faced off I took a championship off of him and now I have the chance to do it again. He was the last man to hold the OCW World Championship. A title I never got to fight for. OCW and GCWA are on a collision course. Its impact will be felt on a cosmic scale. At the next Pay-Per-View I'll show why GCWA has survived while OCW died out. I feel like I'm the beginning of the movie Armageddon. Mack O'Connor is the asteroid. It is my job to protect GCWA. It is my job to unite these belts. So Mack, I hope you can put down your drink long enough to train for this match. I showed Dylan that partying the night away won't work here. I hope you put your all into the next few weeks because I want a fight worthy of what's at stake. When I walk away with both the GCWA and OCW World Championships, I want the entire universe to know it's because I am still better than you. I am the GCWA World Champion and I'm not going anywhere!

*Ed slaps his championship to emphasize the last point. He stares intensely at the camera for a few seconds before the camera cuts away to commercial.*

*The fans are hype, tonight's show has been everything that they've wanted and more. But soon they explode with cheers 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 GCWA Arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage fills up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones slowly emerges through the fog, sporting a plain black t-shirt with matching Dickie pants and a pair of black Nike Air Force 1's. His left arm is snugged tightly in a sling as he lets his hair drape down. He stands there, looking very uncomfortable as the fans continued on.*

Rockwell: Here's a man who had done everything that he possibly could to secure that number one contendership for the GCWA World Heavyweight Championship but ultimately came up short against Mack O'Connor.

Hood: Was there ever any doubt?

*Slowly making his way towards the ring, Jones ignores the cheers that the fans were giving, as he soon makes it to ringside. Walking towards the steps, he goes up them before walking along the apron and gingerly steps through the ropes. Finally inside, he walks over and requests a microphone, soon receiving it. Waiting for the fans to die down, he brings the mic up to his lips.*

Duce Jones: Can't say I didn't try...

*Placing the mic to his side, he looks around to the cheering fans. A slight smile forms across his face.*

Duce Jones: Like my momma used t'tell me, nothin' beats a failure but a try. I mean growin' up, tha shit neva' clicked t'me. Y'kno', it neva' made sense. But now.. now I get it. Y'see at Adrenaline Rush, I may have not been at my very best..

*Duce looks down at his injured wing.*

Duce Jones: But Mack, I gave you just about everythang dat I had. I must admit, you're as tough as yo' name lives up t'be. Ya ain't all hype like some'a tha otha' muthafuckas who I've been in tha rang wit. But don't thank dis is my attempt ta give ya props because I'm beyond dat bullshit. So..

*He looks down at his arm again.*

Duce Jones: I guess some'a y'all wanna kno' what's up. What's tha status on my arm and all dat good shit. Or maybe not, doesn't really matta' t'me at dis point. But yeah, so... it looks like tha kid's gonna be out fo' four ta six months..

*The fans are mixed in their reaction to this news.*

Duce Jones: Ahh naw, don't get sad now because fo' sho my ass is gonna be back. Hell ya might see me back in dis rang soona' if I had anythang ta say bout it but I'm gonna listen t'tha docs dis time. I'm get sit on my ass an' watch how things go down while I'm rehabbing. Mack.. Don't thank fo' a second dat dis duce between us anywhere near ova' wit. Savage, if ya wanted anotha' shot at tha kid, all ya had ta do was ask.. Dis weird ass obsession dat ya got of beatin' guys who've beaten me is truly redundant. Only person gettin' tha point is you..

*He pauses for a moment before saying anything else. Looking out at the fans before speaking again.*

Duce Jones: Then there's Gordo, Big Bifford fo' those who don't kno' what's up. But dude, seriously get a grip.. I'm startin' t'thank dat ya low-key beatin' ya duce wheneva ya try ta troll me on Twitta' about beatin' Duce.. I honestly don't give a fuck, I'll fight you again an' again an' again an' again until ya cholesterol drops down ta a respectable level. I mean it's nice t'kno' dat some one cares enough bout me dat they have ta let me kno' personally on social media, just how garbage, I am.. Dat's cool, dat's fine but as much as you claim ta wanna face me, tha shit ain't happened yet but I'm pretty fuckin' sho dat afta' dis, I'm gonna have some bitch ass tweet about how I'm trash.. I'll be waitin' on it...

*He walks towards the ropes, getting near to them so that the hard camera can zoom in better.*

Duce Jones: Y'see I used ta care about respect but no matta' how naive I may have been, dis business has taught me one thang.. Fuck respect, it's a dead word in dis industry. It holds as much weight as a grain'a salt. When I make my return, I'm gonna make sho I take a duce on every muthafucka who's not clever enough ta come up wit somethin' betta' than a shit joke. But.. it is what it is.. it's been real and I'll see you fuckas in tha blink of an eye.

*Duce drops the mic and steps back through the ropes, walking along the apron, he goes down the steps. Instead of going up the aisle, he climbs over the guardrail and leaves through the fans.*

Rockwell: Powerful words from Duce Jones, who's unfortunately on the inactive list for the next several months.

Hood: So he'll be back sometime in the summer?

Rockwell: Maybe, or the fall. You never know how rehab for an injury like this is going to go.

Hood: Well, with Duce out, we need a new guy to step it up and take his spot!

Rockwell: And that brings us to our main event match of the evening!

Singles Match
Anderson Haze (1-0) vs. "The Natural" Ryot (1-0)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening! Introducing first... standing 5'9" and weighing 220 lbs... from Boston, Massachusetts... 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: Haze and Ryot both entered the GCWA a few weeks ago, so this is their chance to prove which one has more momentum going forward.

Hood: Haze was being stalked by paparazzi at the airport this week. I hate when that happens.

Rockwell: You should just stop flying commercial and get yourself a private jet.

Hood: I don't have that kind of money!! Wait... do YOU have a private jet?

Rockwell: No comment.

Hood: I hate you.

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 ended an interview early with Sarah Magrubin earlier this week.

Hood: If Sarah would ask better questions, I'm sure Ryot would have stayed there longer.

Rockwell: Questions like, is it possible to breath through the nose and the mouth at the same time?

Hood: That's ridiculous...

Rockwell: Do you know the answer?

Hood: *sniffing noises* I... I don't know!! I don't think I can!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Which of these two recruits remains undefeated?

Hood: *sniffing noises continue*

Rockwell: Stop it, Hood, we've got a match to call!

*Both Haze and Ryot make their way to the center of the ring, with the referee telling them to get started. Ryot looks amused by his opponent, daring him to lock up. Haze has no problems with this, with the two locking up and Ryot immediately sending Haze towards the ropes with a whip. Haze comes back, with Ryot leap-frogging over him. As Haze returns, Ryot drops onto his back to go for the monkey flip. Haze stops and goes around the legs, though, then goes for an elbow drop, with Ryot barely getting out of the way. Ryot kips up, then turns to Haze as he's rising, going for a sidekick, but Haze rolls backwards, hopping back up into a defensive position. Ryot sets himself as well, as the two men study each other while the crowd gives a nice cheer to the current pace of this one.*

Rockwell: So far, no one's really connected.

Hood: These two guys both have a lot of speed at their disposal. Haze prefers to brawl, while Ryot would rather be in high-risk territory.

Rockwell: We'll have to see which strategy works here tonight, as both have a lot to prove to the GCWA fans!

*Haze and Ryot circle each other again, each looking for an opening. Ryot sees one first, jumping forward and going for a leg takedown. Haze blocks it, though, scoring with a couple of shots to the back of the head. He strikes at Ryot a few more times, then drags him up, spinning him and lifting with an atomic drop, sending Ryot stumbling forward into the corner. Haze follows, punching away, trying to keep Ryot contained. He grabs Ryot by the head and starts out of the corner with a bulldog, but Ryot pushes Haze off, stopping himself. Haze regains his balance and spins, trying a back elbow. Ryot blocks it, then starts scoring both punches and kicks, driving Haze backwards to the ropes, where the ref calls for the break.*

Rockwell: Neither of these guys are afraid to mix it up.

Hood: Ryot has the experience edge for sure, though. He's been fighting since he was a kid.

Rockwell: As a kid?

Hood: Sure, with his brother. Trust me, a lot of the best wrestlers grew up sparring with their brothers and sisters.

Rockwell: There's probably some truth to that. Eric and I fought a lot.

Hood: I said "best" wrestlers.

Rockwell: Don't make me show you I can still go, Hood.

*The two wrestlers have locked up again, this time with Ryot getting the headlock on Haze. After a few seconds, Haze manages to push him off, taking Ryot to the ropes. As Ryot returns, Haze flattens out, letting him go over top. Haze then hops up and rushes at Ryot, going for the clothesline, only for Ryot to rebound with the same idea. The two collide, with both crashing to the mat! The fans love it, as the referee moves in, checking on both men. They're already stirring, still having plenty of energy to keep going. Ryot gets to his feet first, running a hand through his beard. As Haze starts to get up, Ryot charges him, taking him by surprise and nailing him with the V-Trigger! Haze is down, with Ryot making the first cover of the match... 1... 2... but Haze shoots a shoulder up, keeping this one going.*

Rockwell: Every move Ryot makes shows his skill in the ring.

Hood: He's a Natural. Get it?

Rockwell: ... Yes.

Hood: I'm hilarious. I know it.

*Ryot has Haze up now, working to apply a standing elbow lock. Haze fights against it, trying to get free. He's at least reducing the pressure of the submission hold, so Ryot suddenly drops it, then boots Haze in the side, sending Haze staggering away. Ryot sets himself, waiting, as Haze takes a moment on the ropes to catch his breath. He turns back to the action, as Ryot jumps in, going for a super kick! But Haze knocks it away on pure instinct, then leaps into his own super kick, scoring it right past Ryot's defenses! Ryot topples back, with Haze hitting the ropes and returning with a spear! He drives Ryot down, then stays on top, grabbing hold of one leg as the referee makes his count... 1... 2... but Ryot gets himself free, avoiding the pinfall. Haze immediately turns him over, applying a rear naked chinlock, working to keep Ryot grounded.*

Rockwell: These two are both bringing it. The winner here probably gets the first chance to prove themselves against a champion.

Hood: Man, is that really success for them? To have to fight someone like Ed Houston or Tony Savage?

Rockwell: Or Mike Zybala.

Hood: He's not a... dammit.

Rockwell: Blocked it out, huh?

Hood: *Sigh*

*Ryot fights to get out of the hold, slowly working his way to his feet. He lands a couple of elbows to the ribs, shaking Haze off of him. He then goes to the ropes and returns, baseball-sliding under a lariat attempt and jumping back up to boot Haze in the gut. He puts his leg around Haze's head and spins him down to the mat with a neckbreaker, putting Haze back on the canvas. Ryot makes the cover... 1... 2... but Haze gets free. Ryot hauls him back up, taking him over to the corner, where he starts giving Haze 10 headbutts into the turnbuckle pad. The fans count along, but the count is interrupted when Haze blocks it on the third attempt, locking his arms. He kicks backwards, catching Ryot in the head, causing him to release his grip. Haze turns and hits the ropes, charging back... but Ryot catches him with a well-placed knee on the run, flipping him head over heels before crashing into the mat!*

Rockwell: Each time one wrestler starts to get the momentum, something happens to swing it back the other way!

Hood: Which is pretty much what we want to see from both of these guys! Wins shouldn't be too easy in the GCWA!

Rockwell: Nope, the main draw here is the competition!

*Haze tries to get back up quickly, although he had the wind knocked out of him. He hasn't gotten past his hands and knees before Ryot comes at him, hitting a single leg basement dropkick to put him back down! Ryot turns him over, going for the pin once again... 1... 2... No! Haze raises his shoulder in time. Ryot, a little annoyed, grabs Haze by the arms and whips him into the ropes. As Haze comes back, Ryot lowers his head, but Haze shoots a knee up into his face, snapping Ryot back! With Ryot stunned, Haze goes for a big boot, launching it into Ryot's face!! Ryot drops backwards, looking out of it. Haze, seeing this, reaches down and pulls Ryot up, lifting him into position for the Haze Effect (Attitude Adjustment)!! But Ryot reverses out of it as Haze lifts, instead dropping with a falling DDT!! Both wrestlers are down once again, as the referee moves around them.*

Hood: Haze tried to put him away there!

Rockwell: If Ryot hadn't pulled that beautiful counter, this one really could have been over!

Hood: He must have studied up on Haze's finisher! Smart guy...

*Ryot has sat up first, although the pace of the match is starting to take its toll. He pulls himself up, breathing heavily, as he watches his opponent closely. With Haze finally starting to sit up, Ryot prepares for him, wanting to end this one now. He sets to the side, timing it out perfectly, then charges as Haze reaches a seated position, going for RYOT Time (Shining Wizard)!! But Haze, seeing him coming, flattens back out to avoid it, then lifts up after Ryot passes by, grabbing him from behind and rolling him into a pinning combination! The ref is right there... 1... 2... Ryot kicks out! He jumps up, swinging wildly at Haze, but that just allows Haze to lock him up from behind and drop him again into another roll-up, trying hard to hang on as the ref counts... 1... 2... No! Ryot gets free once more! He stumbles away, then turns, only to have Haze right there with a wrap and a snap suplex, taking Ryot down!*

Rockwell: Haze is fighting for all he's worth to get the big victory here today!

Hood: He said he's here to be remembered! I'd say he's doing a good job of that so far!

Rockwell: The fans here may well talk a lot about this match in the future, if both of these guys go on to hold gold in the GCWA!

*Haze has Ryot back up now, trying to lift him back onto his shoulders for the Haze Effect. But Ryot fights free again, dropping back to the mat and pulling Haze down from behind with a double-knee backbreaker! Haze falls to the side, stunned, as Ryot takes a moment to recover. He slowly gets himself up, feeling the stinging sensation from the bruises he's accumulating in this one. Haze is starting to get up as well, so Ryot comes in, going for a legsweep, only to have Haze jump over it! He launches into a series of strikes, scoring a few hits, but Ryot manages to block a couple and get in his own shots, as the fans cheer the explosion of action. Ryot goes for a spinning high kick, but Haze ducks under it. But Ryot keeps turning, this time managing to catch Haze with the legsweep, putting him down! Haze tries to recover in time, but Ryot's already rushing in, nailing him with RYOT Time!!! Haze falls fully onto his back, as Ryot falls onto him for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

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

Rockwell: Ryot gets the win and the momentum in the GCWA!

Hood: Way to go, Ryot! Now go kick Zybala's ass!

Rockwell: We'll see if that match does happen in the near future, Hood. For now, Ryot can celebrate a victory, despite a hard-fought battle from Anderson Haze.

Hood: The kid shouldn't feel too bad, as he almost got Ryot a number of times in this one. Hell of a fight.

Rockwell: Indeed...

*Ryot climbs the turnbuckle, raising both arms out to both sides. The crowd still seems mixed at this point, although they certainly enjoyed the competitive contest. Ryot points to the back, as if signalling that he's calling someone out, before turning and leaving the ring under the ropes. Haze is already sitting up, dazed but cognizant of what just happened. We head away from ringside.*

*Savage makes his way through the backstage area, still feeling the adrenaline from taking down Chad Vargas the way he did. A few people make sure to get out of his way as he storms through. One, though, doesn't move, waiting in the hallway entrance. Savage stops, recognizing Jonathan Barrows standing in front of him.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hello, Mr. Savage. You were pretty... destructive out there.

Tony Savage: Considering this is coming from a guy willing to scour the Earth to kill a fat boy, I take that as a compliment. What's on your mind, jefe?

Jonathan Barrows: You don't have to worry about me. I'm not my sister. I know she threatened to take away your tag-team titles, belts that you specifically earned. I know you'd defend them if you could. You're just stuck by circumstances out of your control.

Tony Savage: Not ideal. Understand Brady's hurt, but I'm a guy that boxes after deathmatches. Needs to get motivated again, because I'm not ending up carrying the water like Vargas did. So, what you need?

Jonathan Barrows: It seems to me that you have a problem you could use my help with. And I, in turn, have a problem that you could be very helpful with. A problem by the name of... Bifford...

*Savage gives a slow smile at the name. Barrows gestures towards his office for a discussion, and the two men walk off, leaving the cameraman behind. We go to commercial.*

*We go backstage once more, where Aaron Warthog is seen, leaving the referee locker room.*

Aaron Warthog: I'm just saying, it was a muscle spasm, NOT a submission! Try and recognize that next time!

*Rather than give a response, the person at the door just slams it in Warthog's face, surprising him. Warthog shakes his head before turning and walking away.*

Aaron Warthog: I can't believe they stole another win from me. I need to be victorious! Maybe... maybe I could face that new chick, Erin Gordon... she's pretty hot, even for a mom... or... I wonder... would they let me fight The Janitor? He'd be perfect!

*Warthog wanders off, thinking about his next move, as we return to ringside.*

Hood: I think it's time Warthog realizes that he, well, sucks...

Rockwell: I normally like our young talent to feel good about themselves, but Warthog's yet to score a victory in the GCWA, and it's hard to see it coming anytime soon.

*"Dangerous" by Within Temptation begins to play, catching everyone's attention. The boos start to come out, even as Jonathan Barrows appears on the stage. He still looks like he's feeling every step as he makes his way to the ring. Behind him, Hunter Barrows comes out, followed by Deana Barrows. Deana has her usual sly smile on her face as they make their way down.*

Rockwell: So all of the Barrows' siblings are here?

Hood: Whatever this is about, it's going to be big!

*The fans are still getting on Jonathan Barrows as he grabs the mic. They start chanting "Bifford" over and over, as Jonathan looks a little annoyed. He waits for them to settle down before starting.*

Jonathan Barrows: Ladies and gentlemen... if I can have your full attention...

*"Bifford Beat You" chants start up, with claps following it. Jonathan looks more angry, turning and glaring at his sister, Deana. She shrugs her shoulders, claiming no responsibility for the chants. After a few moments, Jonathan turns back to the crowd.*

Jonathan Barrows: Are you done? We have a very important...

*Once more, the crowd chants, this time with "Chicken Sandwich". Jonathan, frustrated, tosses the mic down, angrily shaking his head. He turns to Hunter and Deana, telling them to go. Deana tries to calm down her brother, with Hunter looking around in disbelief at the crowd.*

Rockwell: Jonathan Barrows is getting an earful from this Dallas crowd!

Hood: Would they all shut up?? I want to know what the big announcement is!

*Deana finally gets Jonathan to step back, picking up the mic herself (and earning a few catcalls and whistles from the audience).*

Deana Barrows: Hello, GCWA fans! Have you had fun tonight?

*The crowd cheers loudly, happy to hear from Deana. Jonathan is standing way behind her, looking very upset at the disrespect shown to him.*

Deana Barrows: If you all could give my brother a few moments of time, I promise you won't regret it. Thank you!

*The crowd gives another cheer as Deana blows a kiss their direction, before smugly turning and handing the mic back to Jonathan. He looks like he doesn't really want to take it, but eventually does.*

Hood: This crowd is so infuriating. Don't they realize that Jonathan basically put together that whole Adrenaline Rush card? Some are calling it the best show so far in the GCWA run!

Rockwell: And part of that success was The Big Bifford successfully defeating Barrows.

Hood: Yeah, because he cheated.

Rockwell: In a No Disqualification match?

Hood: You saw Earl The Popcorn Salesman out there. Cheater!

*Jonathan slowly raises up the mic, and the crowd settles back, willing to listen now that Deana's talked to them.*

Jonathan: Fine. That's... fine. Let's just get this done. 'Ladies' and 'Gentlemen'... we've got a big announcement to make. Since August of last year, the Global Championship Wrestling Association has been running strong. We've built up some powerful competitors, who have competed in singles and tag-team matches over the last four Pay-Per-Views. We've had historic showings at Homecoming, High Rollers, Darkness Falls, and now, Adrenaline Rush.

*The fans pop for each show being mentioned, and arguments are already starting in the crowd about which was the best show in the run so far.*

Jonathan Barrows: But there are other elements in the GCWA's grand history that have yet to be touched on. Elements that can test the skills of every single wrestler in this organization. And this March, we're going to be returning to one of those tests. On Sunday, March 22nd, the GCWA is heading to Miami, Florida, at the American Airlines Arena, site of one of our greatest pay-per-views in our history: Ultimate Survival!

*The crowd is certainly more excited now, standing up on their feet at the announcement.*

Jonathan Barrows: Ten years ago, the GCWA came to Miami and had one of our biggest events ever. Dozens of wrestlers competed throughout the night in Elimination matches to earn their chance at the finals. Only one man made his way out as the winner that night: Derek "The Thriller" Mobley!

*The fans certainly remember Mobley, who defended the GCWA World Title at Homecoming in his final match with the company.*

Jonathan Barrows: A decade later, we will return, once again with one of our greatest tournament trophies on the line. Teams of 3-4 wrestlers will face off, with the survivors of each match making their way to the finals. Once there, one by one, wrestlers will be eliminated, until only one final competitor remains: the Ultimate Survivor!

Hood: I can't believe it! Ultimate Survival returns!

Rockwell: This is the PPV that helped make Mobley's GCWA career! And now, someone else will get that opportunity!

*The crowd is still buzzing, as Jonathan smiles, glad to have them back, at least temporarily, on his side.*

Jonathan Barrows: The winner of this event will earn the Ultimate Survival trophy, a cherished item from our history. They will be immediately given the $50,000 prize. Finally, they will be named the new #1 Contender for the GCWA World Heavyweight Title!

*That's a lot of prizes, and the crowd is into it.*

Jonathan Barrows: Of course, two people will not be involved in the competition: Our #1 Contender, Mack O'Connor, and our World Heavyweight Champion, "The Rocket Man" Ed Houston! The champion WILL defend his title on that night. But those are the ONLY two not invited. Any member of the GCWA can compete. Any member of Outsiders can compete. And any wrestler from any OTHER organization can come to try and prove that they're the greatest in the world!

*The cheers continue at the open invitation from Jonathan Barrows.*

Hood: Anyone can compete??

Rockwell: Hmmm...

Hood: Adrian, don't even THINK about trying to come out of retirement!

Rockwell: ...

*Jonathan turns to Deana and Hunter, seeing if he has missed anything. They both have nothing more to add. He nods and raises the mic up again... as "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio begins to play! The fans get to their feet, turning towards the entrance, as The Big Bifford walks out onto the stage!!*

Hood: What's Bifford doing here??

Rockwell: He has every right now to be out here, Hood! He's earned his way back!

Hood: With a fake kidnapping!

Rockwell: It still counts!

*Jonathan Barrows looks upset, glaring back at the stage. Deana is the only one who doesn't look thrown off, as if she knew this might be coming. The Big Bifford stays on the stage, with a mic in hand.*

The Big Bifford: I said after I pinned you in Los Angeles, I'd be back, Pryde. And I also said... there will be chicken.

*Parachutes start falling from the ceiling of the GCWA Arena, containing packages of chicken sandwiches. Fans are grabbing them wherever they fall, with a few fights breaking out. For the most part, though, the fans are just happy to be here, seeing this happen.*

Rockwell: Chicken sandwiches are flying!

Hood: Nobody should be eating those!

*Jonathan appears to have the same opinion, yelling at a few people at ringside that it's not safe. One parachute comes down in the ring, and Jonathan quickly kicks it out of the ring, earning a few boos.*

The Big Bifford: I am a man of my word. And tonight, I give my word... that I will be winning Ultimate Survival, I will get back my World Title, and that no one is safe!

*The fans cheer, and another "Bifford" chant starts. Jonathan turns, glaring back at Deana, knowing that this is partially her fault. She doesn't have a response, just enjoying the crowd reaction. *

Rockwell: The Big Bifford has laid down the challenge! He's officially in Ultimate Survival!

Hood: But who will want to be on his team??

Rockwell: Anyone who wants their chance at ultimate glory!

Hood: But Kenny & Boris might just make them disappear during training!

Rockwell: Well, that's up to Bifford... and to everyone else who agrees to compete at Ultimate Survival! We're out of time, we'll see you next week!

*Jonathan turns to Hunter, talking to him briefly. The Big Bifford grins at the happy fans at ringside eating some chicken sandwiches. We slowly fade out.*

OOC: Thanks to all who roleplayed! We almost had a full run this week. Looking forward to where March takes us, as Ultimate Survival gives everyone the opportunity to have their moment in the GCWA! Start looking around and finding your teams, invite friends from other wrestling organizations, and we'll make this a massive card worthy of your talent!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, March 6th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn vs. Aaron Warthog
Mid-Card

Ed Houston & Jack Puffer vs. The Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning)

Dangerous Dan vs. Tony Savage, Non-Title match

Erin Gordon vs. Ryot, GCWA Unified X Division #1 Contenders match

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, February 28th to Wednesday, March 4th, giving you 6 days to post one roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!