GCWA Friday Night Inferno


*Time is relative. During a vacation, seven days will fly by like nothing. But seven days including a work week, or a week spent in school? They feel like they take forever. But you've done it. You survived another run in the trenches and now you're here, ready for another Friday night of wrestling excitement! You can't wait to see what happens tonight on your favorite television show of all time! Okay, I know, that's an exaggeration, as there have been many incredible TV shows over the years. But right here, right now, for the next few hours, this is the best. Damn straight.*

*We watch the GCWA logo appear briefly on the screen before fading away. It's then replaced by another logo, slowly approaching the screen.The logo for Ultimate Survival.*

Voice: Ultimate Survival. One of the greatest tournaments in wrestling history. It is one of the toughest tests you can think of. Survive an elimination match against a team of determined, dangerous wrestlers.

*Footage rolls, showing us some of the greatest teams in Ultimate Survival history. We see Team Danger Boiz. Team Organized Chaos. Team Stranger Danger. Team Roman Empire. Team Marvelous. So many great teams over the years.*

Voice: Any mistake can cost you your opportunity... pinfalls, countouts, disqualifications... you lose, you're out...

*Video clips continue to roll. We see The Lost Soul and Warrick Hill brawling on the outside, with both being counted out and eliminated. The Big Bifford flying through the air with all his weight onto Lurrr to pin him. Ryan Rage looking around in shock as he was disqualified.*

Voice: You have to rely on your teammates to help you through... even though they know that they fare better if you don't make it any further...

*A few more clips run through, including Jimmy Riot's entire team turning in disgust as he's beaten down by Team Santana, and Chris Cortez getting betrayed by his partner Lorenzo DeMarco, who helped Cortez get eliminated.*

Voice: And if you can survive all that... then you make it to the finals, where you have to survive all over again. This time, though, there are no friendships. There are no more allies. It's survival of the fittest, and only the strongest will find a way to make it through.

*Some of the most brutal moments in the Ultimate Survival Finals are shown. Some massive brawls are featured from some of the greatest wrestlers the GCWA has ever seen.*

Voice: Because in the end... there can be only one...

*The final shots are from Ultimate Survival II, where Derek "The Thriller" Mobley lands the Thriller on Jaiden Rishel, putting him away to win the Ultimate Survivor trophy. The video cuts away, showing Jonathan Barrows sitting at his desk.*

Jonathan Barrows: Who out there has the guts to try to be the Ultimate Survivor of the New Era?

*Jonathan smiles darkly at the camera, leaning forward. 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. Under The Lights. One Shot, One Kill. The Biff End. The Perfect Finisher. 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! All of the fans are on their feet, not knowing what to expect tonight but loving every minute of it. They're already holding up signs proclaiming who they think will be the Ultimate Survivor, showing their support for The Big Bifford, Jack Puffer, and even Dylan Thomas. We head to ringside to join Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: Welcome back to Friday Night Inferno! We're on the short road to Ultimate Survival, and the fans can't wait to find out the teams!

Hood: I can't, either! Luckily, my sources have been giving me plenty of information...

Rockwell: Care to share, Hood?

Hood: Nope. Get your own sources.

Rockwell: Okay then... well, as we head towards March 22nd, we've got some excellent action tonight. In our main event, "The Natural" Ryot and "The Oncoming Storm" Erin Gordon will face off for their first chance at a championship! These two have made an impact since coming to the GCWA, and tonight could be the next step in their ascension in the company.

Hood: I actually like Gordon, honestly, but I don't see how she gets past a natural talent like Ryot.

Rockwell: She'll have every opportunity later tonight! We've also got some of our top wrestlers in action, including the World Champion, Ed Houston, and the North American Champion, Tony Savage! It's sure to be an incredible night!

Hood: I heard we could have some surprises here tonight, too!

Rockwell: From your sources?

Hood: From everyone!

Rockwell: Well, we'll see what happens. But we've got plenty of action to get to tonight!



*We cut to the backstage area, where Hunter Barrows is standing with a smile on his face. A banner starts scrolling underneath him on the screen, showing the "Sexiest Man On Earth" contest.*

Hunter Barrows: I know what you're thinking, and no, I'm not calling myself the Sexiest Man on Earth...

*There's not much of a response from the crowd, as none of them were thinking that. Hunter pauses as if waiting for people to insist he should be the Sexiest Man on Earth, before continuing on.*

Hunter Barrows: Instead, the GCWA is holding a vote tonight to decide who the Sexiest Man on Earth is! You can go to the website shown below and place your vote for anyone in the world. You can choose Tom Cruise, John Legend, Idris Elba, whoever you want! You can even select a GCWA wrestler... or a handsome co-owner...

*Hunter smiles deeply into the camera, trying to look like a complete stud. To be fair, he's not bad-looking.*

Hunter Barrows: Get your entries in now, and later tonight, we will reveal the winner of the Sexiest Man on Earth vote!

*The picture fades out, taking us back to ringside.*

Rockwell: The Sexiest Man on Earth? Why do I get the feeling something's going on tonight?

*Hood doesn't respond. He's already got his phone out and is making a submission to the voting site.*

Rockwell: Really?

Hood: Hey, I have to get my votes in while I have the chance!

Rockwell: I think you only get one vote, Hood.

Hood: Nah, it's based on e-mail, and I have plenty of those...

Rockwell: You're voting for yourself, aren't you?

Hood: Voting is private, Adrian. You vote for who you want, and I'll vote for m-, I mean, I'll vote for the best candidate.

Rockwell: Let's just... get to our first match...


Singles Match
Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (6-24-1) vs. Aaron Warthog (0-6)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'1" and weighing 330 lbs... from Charleston, South Carolina... here is Aaron Warthog!!

"Everyone knows I'm Hog Wild!"

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

Hood: I just don't understand this guy.

Rockwell: What's to understand? He's a wrestler desperate for his first victory.

Hood: Yes, but why did he think a great way to prepare for facing Peter Vaughn was to study a Wendy's restroom?

Rockwell: I have no clue. But I love their Breakfast Baconators.

Hood: Oh, right, they have breakfast now? I need to go there tomorrow.

Rockwell: You won't regret it.

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

*The fans look expectantly at the entry way, but a new song surprises them when it begins to play...*

*Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn walks out onto the stage, looking around at the crowd as he hears the new music play. He seems unsure, looking back behind him. Lucas "The Icon" Thames walks out behind him, smiling. He shrugs at Vaughn, who starts bouncing to the beat in spite of himself. He raises up his trusty mop, and starts on his way to the ring, starting to get into it.*

Rockwell: Vaughn looks a lot better than he did last week. And he's got new music, too!

Hood: This just smells like something Zybala would do...

Rockwell: Well, after a horrendous time on Exile Island with Zybala, Vaughn got tricked into going to Detroit to train with Lucas Thames.

Hood: Training last week left him with nothing left to fight with. Will the same be true tonight?

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: This is a historic match!

Hood: What the hell makes this historic??

Rockwell: Either Aaron Warthog gets his first victory, or Peter Vaughn ends his long losing streak. Someone's got to win!

Hood: Unless both find a way to lose. I could see it happen.

*Vaughn tries to fire himself up, with Thames clapping his hands on the outside. Warthog walks forward, extremely confident that he's figured out The Janitor. Vaughn, though, charges to meet him... and slams into the much-heavier man, getting sent hard onto his back! Warthog laughs as Vaughn crawls away, getting back to the ropes. He pulls himself up, turning back, as Warthog comes forward, clotheslining Vaughn over the top and sending him to the floor! Vaughn stays down outside, while Warthog raises his arms and turns to the ref, telling him to start counting.*

Rockwell: Not a good start for Vaughn. He shouldn't try to match power with Warthog.

Hood: That's what happens when you get trained by a guy the size of Thames.

*Thames watches from the other side, not moving to help Vaughn, as he wants him to win or lose this on his own. Vaughn struggles to get up, holding the back of his head, as the referee continues to count. Warthog's content to wait, only caring about the mark in the win column, no matter how he gets it. Vaughn, though, slides back in at 8, avoiding the loss. Warthog, annoyed, grabs at Vaughn and picks him up in his arms. He tosses Vaughn up onto his shoulders and hits a Samoan drop in one motion! Vaughn's down again, with Warthog confidently turning and putting a hand on him for the pin... 1... 2.. and Vaughn easily gets his arm up, disappointing Warthog.*

Rockwell: The cocky cover doesn't work for Aaron Warthog!

Hood: Just drop all your weight on him, Aaron. You'll squash the guy and seal this one up once and for all.

Rockwell: So far, this is the best I think we've ever seen Warthog do!

Hood: Again, in this match, I think expectations are completely out the window.

*Vaughn struggles to get up, hurting, as Warthog moves off to the side. He talks outside to Thames, again saying that he never tapped out to him, with Thames more than willing to face him again and make him tap once more. Warthog points at Vaughn, saying that this one is for Thames. He rushes forward, going for the Stampede! But Vaughn shockingly leaps up, flipping over Warthog and landing on his feet, as Warthog crashes into the corner!! Warthog, stunned from the impact, staggers around to face Vaughn. The Janitor shoves himself towards him, leaping up with a dropkick and knocking Warthog over the ropes to the floor outside!!*

Rockwell: Clean-up on Aisle Nine!!

Hood: I can't believe he got the big man over!

Rockwell: What a dropkick!

*Warthog gets back to his feet on the outside, wincing from where his back landed on the apron on the way down. He dusts himself off, looking angry now. He turns to go back into the ring... and Vaughn comes flying over the top rope, crashing into him with a suicide dive!!! Both wrestlers are down, as the referee moves over to them, making his count. Vaughn's up first, massaging his shoulder. He pulls Warthog up, a very tough effort. He tries to roll Warthog in, but Warthog suddenly kicks backwards, landing a shot to Vaughn's knee! Vaughn collapses in pain, having bent his knee awkwardly. Warthog pulls himself back in, getting himself free of the count.*

Rockwell: Damn it! Warthog showing he's willing to do anything to win!

Hood: Man, I hope Vaughn's not too badly injured!

Rockwell: Really? You're rooting for The Janitor?

Hood: Hell, we've seen the little guy lose so often, you can't help but go for him.

*The ref keeps counting, as Warthog hauls himself up. He raises his arms, looking pleased with himself, listening to the count... 7... 8... 9... and then the count stops. Warthog waits, expecting to hear it at any second, but slowly lowers his arms when he doesn't hear it. He turns to the referee, angrily demanding to know why the count stopped. The ref, in response, points behind him. Warthog doesn't understand until it's too late, as a recovered Vaughn catches him from behind, dropping with Wax On, Wax Off (Zig Zag)!!! Vaughn rolls away, holding his knee once again, but Warthog is down and out!*

Hood: Damn idiot, don't use your knees!

Rockwell: Vaughn risked it all to put Warthog on the mat, giving him a shot!

Hood: But can he even walk now??

*The fans are cheering, getting behind The Janitor, as he makes his way painfully over to the turnbuckle. He starts to climb up, trying to limp up with only one leg. Warthog comes up behind him, though, hitting Vaughn in the back to stop his ascent! Warthog leans against Vaughn for a few moments, trying to recover. He angrily goes up with Vaughn, lifting the wrestler up and prepping him for Aggression (Falling Powerslam) off the turnbuckle! But Vaughn reverses on the way down, turning it into a bulldog!! The crowd gets on their feet as Vaughn struggles back away, going for the turnbuckle once again. He moves up quicker, getting to the top, a sight rarely seen in the GCWA. As the crowd goes wild for their hometown underdog, Vaughn flies off, landing The Plunge (Shooting Star Leg Drop)!!! Vaughn's in agony after the landing, his leg killing him, but with Thames urging him from the outside, he rolls over for the cover.... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn!!

Rockwell: The Janitor did it!

Hood: Great... so is he no longer an underdog? Can we boo him again?

Rockwell: I don't know about that, but it's a hell of a victory for Vaughn, the first time we've seen his hands raised in many months!

Hood: Sucks for Warthog, though. But I guess that training is starting to pay off.

*Lucas Thames is in the ring now, helping Vaughn up. He raises the man's arm, seemingly proud of him. Warthog rolls himself to the outside, collapsing to the ground as he clutches his ribs. He looks beside himself with anger, trying to convince himself that Thames had something to do with his loss.*



*The camera cuts backstage, to the locker room of the Oncoming Storm. Erin Gordon is in the process of lacing up her boots, calloused fingers busily making the needed adjustments. While she doesn't look up from the task before her, she's quick to acknowledge the camera's presence.*

Erin Gordon: My second match in GCWA... and I'm faced with an opportunity that makes me think that maybe what I did in OCW is remembered after all. It's a nice change of pace from a lot of the other places I've been before--y'know, the ones that like to pretend that they're the only outfit on the planet in spite of how they obviously ain't. Kinda' makes you wonder how so many of the folks in the business haven't smothered themselves to death, as far up their own asses their heads are. How can they even take a breath?

*The sound that leaves her is somewhere between a scoff and a sigh, the Oncoming Storm sitting more properly upright now that her boot's tied.*

Erin Gordon: I s'pose I should ask Ryot that since it seems to me that he's been breathin' whatever air he can find in his own colon since he was knee high to a grasshopper... maybe that explains why he's got shit for brains. Then again, as full of shit as he is to begin with, is it any surprise that it's flooded his skull? Makes me wonder how his head ain't blown itself off his neck from the pressure... or if it'll cave in if you hit him hard enough in the right spot. Would it be like a sewage line blowin'?

*A pause; that same little bit of a smirk that graced her expression at the end of her promotional video resurfaces. It seems that the Natural has gotten right under her craw, and that's not a place he's gonna like being.*

Erin Gordon: Reckon there's only one way to find out.

*The camera cuts to commercial.*





*The lights go out in the arena as spotlights shine on the entrance way. "Spoiler" by Hyper begins playing over the PA system. The crowd pops the moment the person the theme belongs to pops up on stage. It is former OCW Savage Champion, the man simply known as Vossler. The crowd pops as soon as they see the man on stage. He stands on the ramp proudly and smiles, looking like he hasn't missed a day. He signals for silence from both the audio team backstage and the crowd.*

Vossler: Alright, alright. Cool it. For those of you unaware of who I am... well, you'd be in the minority here. I'm pretty sure every single person with a set of eyes here tonight knows just who I am, don't you?

*The crowd pops for the self confident remark. Actually, what don't they pop for, right?*

Vossler: Sadly, I am not here on the behalf of myself. Rumors and news have been making the rounds backstage and on the dirt sheets. Yeah, I was backstage meeting with the general manager, what's-his-face... Barrows? Look, I know it's disrespectful to forget people's names. But I frankly don't care enough to remember. Because like I said, I'm not here for me. Hell, I've had enough of dealing with suits in wrestling. Commissioners, Welshes, Zybalas... or however you pluralize their names. You see, I was never formally signed to OCW. So when OCW closed it's doors, everyone became a free agent but I. My contract is to Marcus Welsh. And this was a several year deal.

*The crowd lets themselves be heard through a chorus of boo's.*

Vossler: I know, I know. I'd love to get into the ring again but I still feel like I made a smart decision. I mean, having to answer to the likes of Mike fucking Zybala? No. I signed a formal deal with Marcus Welsh that allowed me to compete in OCW, but leave me signed to Welsh. Thus, here I am with... somebody I wish to introduce to you. It's a somewhat long story but the short, I trained in Japan between my tenures in 4CW and BFW and even went back for a little while between 4CW tenures themselves. And there I met one of the most decorated wrestlers I've ever known, and at such a young age, too. So I returned to 4CW and later went to OCW, while he needed people to carry his titles for him to the ring, sometimes entering with 3 or 4 belts. To this day, however, he has never competed outside of Japan. Never. But that changes. I met with Barrows. And after discussing the extensive details, we've come to a conclussion that GCWA will sign my prospect. He will make some sacrifices to come here, vacating all of his championships and abandoning all the bonds, just for you.

*Vossler smirks, telling his story proudly as he gets to boast for a little bit as well.*

Vossler: Ladies and gentlemen, making his first United States appearance, I present to you... Phoenix! CHAAAAAADWIIIICCKKK!

*A calm whistling accompanied by a few mellow plucks and strums on a guitar begin to echo in the arena. The Heavy's song, "Put It On The Line" plays over the system. As the song drops, Phoenix Chadwick appears on the stage with spotlights turning on aimed towards him, pointing to the sky.*

*A few members in the audience who recognize him, cheer. And the rest respectfully applaudes.*

*Phoenix and Vossler shake hands on the stage, both smiling wildly. Phoenix gestures for the mic but Vossler shakes his head, saying he's got it.*

Vossler: Now, we're still ironing out the details for his first match. Barrows wants him to start like all the others, I want him in the main events... it's a back 'n forth right now. So for tonight, you won't get to see Phoenix in action just yet. But once you get to experience him in action, you'll be in awe. Thank you for your time, ladies and gentlemen! Enjoy the rest of the show!

*Phoenix grabs the mic, and goes to speak but his theme song cuts off anything he can say. He looks to the backstage area confused before simply doing his pose again and following Vossler off stage.*

Rockwell: So Phoenix Chadwick is here in the GCWA, but not Vossler!

Hood: Sounded like contracts are still being worked out, so neither of them are here... even though they were both just here.

Rockwell: Very meta.

Hood: But I hope they work things out, because I want to see Phoenix compete!

Rockwell: As do I. For now, though, it's time to see our World Champion in action... in a tag-team match!


Singles Match
Ed Houston & Jack Puffer (1-0) vs. The Wrath of the Storm (0-2)

Minos: The next tag-team match is scheduled for one fall... coming out first... weighing a combined 420 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... here are Thunder & Lightning... The Wrath of the Storm!!

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder appears on the entryway, by himself. He looks a little solemn, but still manages to let out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. He strikes a few poses before making his way to the ring.*

Rockwell: We may have actually seen the last of Lightning in the GCWA after this week.

Hood: I can't believe he just left. And I really can't believe this idiot's coming out on his own.

Rockwell: Thunder is too proud a man to accept a forfeit loss. He wants his opponents to earn it!

Hood: Ummm... they will. They definitely will.

Minos: And now, for the other team... 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 seems so much happier now that his affliction of the mouth has been cured.

Hood: Y'know, I would never have touched Alice Knight's OWL THIS MUSTARD. But I guess everything can be found to have a use.

Rockwell: I suppose so, Hood.

Hood: Did you know that Coca-Cola started out as a cure for morphine addiction?

Rockwell: I... no, I did not know that.

Hood: Course, that's back when it had cocaine as an ingredient. Good times!

Minos: His partner... 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 seemed a little nervous this week about the Mafia paying him a visit.

Hood: The mob never forgets, Adrian.

Rockwell: You sound like you're speaking from experience.

Hood: Let's just say I had a cousin who had a disagreement with them. He still walks with a limp.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Well, let's see what Thunder can do on his own against a World Champion and a major contender!

Hood: Have them prepped for the next segment, this isn't going to take long...

*Thunder, to his credit, is standing firmly in the ring, waiting to begin. Houston and Puffer talk it over, with Puffer willing to start things out. He steps in, walking towards Thunder, and the two have a brief discussion. It's possible Puffer was giving Thunder a way out, but Thunder refused to take it. He takes in a big breath and lets out his Thunder Roar, yelling right in Puffer's face! Puffer shakes his head, before reaching into his outfit and offering Thunder a breath mint. Thunder, annoyed, swings at Puffer, but Puffer blocks it, then gets a kick followed by a DDT! Thunder stays on the mat, holding his head, as Puffer gets back up.*

Rockwell: The Thunder Roar never seems to be that effective.

Hood: Maybe because it's just a yell?

Rockwell: Maybe so.

Hood: Now if he would eat a bunch of garlic and stinky cheese beforehand...

*Puffer brings Thunder back up, whipping him into his partner's corner. Houston is happy to tag in, with Puffer bringing Thunder out of the corner and planting him with a bodyslam. As Puffer moves to the outside, Houston springboards from the apron with a 450 splash, landing perfectly onto Thunder! The crowd cheers the move, even as Houston makes the pin... 1... 2... and Thunder reaches out, grabbing the rope to save himself. Houston, not concerned, gets back up and tags Puffer back in. The two men work together to lift Thunder up, getting him in the air and delivering a double vertical suplex!*

Rockwell: Houston & Puffer working strong together again! These guys should probably get a Tag-Team Titles shot.

Hood: I'm sure they'll say they want one, but I doubt either of these guys wants to face Tony Savage.

Rockwell: Even if Savage doesn't have a partner?

Hood: Something'll get fixed, I'm sure.

*As Thunder struggles to get up, still wanting to keep fighting, Puffer stands behind him, waiting. He moves in when Thunder stands straight, allowing Puffer to get him from behind with a sleeper hold! Thunder struggles, his arms waving wildly as he tries to stretch them towards any nearby ropes, with no success. Puffer keeps the hold locked on, wanting to put Thunder out and end his suffering. In the meantime, Houston is applauding from the apron, looking pleased... until his legs go out from under him, causing him to fall hard on the edge of the apron and topple to the floor!!*

Hood: Whoa! The World Champion tripped!

Rockwell: No he didn't! That ringside guard just attacked... HEY! That's Lightning!!

Hood: He's wearing a hat, how can you tell?

Rockwell: Are you kidding me? That's him, for sure!

*In the ring, Puffer releases the sleeper, dropping Thunder forward onto his hands and knees. He walks over to the side, trying to deduce what just happened. The 'security guard' there is turned away from him, shrugging his shoulders like he doesn't know. But Puffer puts all his keen detective knowledge to work, and he reaches over the ropes, grabbing the hat and yanking it off. Lightning, exposed, stares up at Puffer, who nods knowingly. Behind him, though, Thunder crawls over, getting behind Puffer. Lightning jumps up on the apron, shoving Puffer, with Thunder rolling him up! The ref is there... 1... 2.. and Puffer kicks out!*

Rockwell: That would have been the upset of the century!

Hood: Damn, did Thunder & Lightning actually plan this?

Rockwell: It almost worked!

*Puffer is back up now, but Lightning is grabbing him from outside the ring, trying to hang onto him while Thunder regains his feet. Puffer fights against it, but gets a hand, as Houston is back! He steps along the apron and launches out his kick, landing Houston, We've Got A Problem!!! Lightning topples to the outside, crashing hard onto his back. Thunder, in desperation, tries to roll Puffer up again, but this time Puffer rolls out of it, catching Thunder on the way up with a forearm uppercut! Thunder staggers back into the ropes, which rebounds him back into Puffer. The Good Detective lifes, delivering a powerful spinebuster that plants Thunder in the center of the ring!*

Rockwell: Things have fallen apart for The Wrath of the Storm!

Hood: Credit to them for trying to sneak a victory. I can always appreciate good tactics. But it looks like it's about over!

*Moving towards the corner, Puffer positions the downed Thunder, even as he tags Houston back in. Puffer then catapults Thunder into the corner, before catching him on the way back with Under The Lights!! Thunder is probably done at this point, but Puffer isn't the legal man, so he steps out of the ring to lay in some more shots to Lightning on the outside. In the meantime, the World Champion has gone to the top, sizing Thunder up. He takes flight, landing Blastoff (Shooting Star Press)!! Thunder is out after taking two finishers, and Houston's not going to continue the punishment. He makes the cover, as the ref slides in... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... "The Good Detective" Jack Puffer and "The Rocketman" Ed Houston!!

Rockwell: The Wrath of the Storm tried a huge swerve, but Houston & Puffer still took them down!

Hood: Yeah, the ending was what I fully expected, but it got a little interesting in the middle there.

Rockwell: With this match out of the way, Houston can go back to preparing for Mack O'Connor, while Puffer can focus on Ultimate Survival!

Hood: And Thunder & Lightning can go back to concentrating on sucking.

*Houston and Puffer go up on separate corners, saluting the fans. Behind them, both Thunder and Lightning have rolled out of the ring. A hurting Lightning tries to keep Thunder up, looking sad once again. We cut out.*



*The screen flashes suddenly to darkness, then a moment of static (who is running the video tonight?), and then to the image of The Big Bifford backstage at catering. He's got a turkey leg in one hand and keeps eating it. Earl the Popcorn Salesman, his regular lackey of several decades, walks up and greets him with a nod.*

Earl: Where's Kenny?

Bifford: Florida.

Earl: Why?

Bifford: OCW arena.

Earl: Why?

Bifford: Remember those contract negotiations we did near the end of the OCW run?

Earl: Yeah... why?

Bifford: Holes.

Earl: What?

Bifford: I had holes dug. Every week that the contract was valid OCW provided me with a 7 foot deep hole near the arena.

Earl: ... Biff.. I know what we do with the corpses... we make sandwiches... What the hell is in the holes?

Bifford: Kenny's going to dig one up.

Earl: WHAT IS IN THE HOLE?

Bifford (taking a bite of the turkey leg): Let's go live to outside the ol' OCW arena.

*Once again, like using crude technology from the early years of television, the screen flashes to darkness, and then a moment of static, before refocusing on Bifford's lackey, Kenny the Intern, who is covered in sweat and dirt, holding a shovel. He's breathing hard.*

Kenny: Bifford... I've been digging for hours... I finally reached this... this... casket or tomb or whatever it is. Why is someone buried here? Why aren't they in a sandwich somewhere?

Bifford: Open the tomb.

*Kenny glares at the camera for a moment and then climbs down into the hole. The camera does not follow him and so it just focuses on a very deep and wide hole for few moments. Two pairs of hands emerge from the sides of the hole and Kenny the Intern pulls himself up looking shocked.*

Kenny: Bifford, this is crazy... how long has he been down there!? You buried him alive with oxygen, food and water for months!?

*The other pair of hands weakly struggle and then pull up the rest of the body of The Lost Soul. He glares at the camera without saying a word.*

Bifford (not visible): I found your soul years ago, you creepy clown. But now... Now I've had your body in my possession for quite some time. But I need you. Come to Texas.. you'll be the first member of my team for Ultimate Survival.

*The Lost Soul doesn't say a word. He just glares at the camera in silence and then begins to walk away. Kenny looks pretty terrified.*

Kenny (angrily whispering at the camera): Bifford, he could have died... or gone nuts and killed me...

Bifford (not visible): Those were risks I was willing to take.. Kenny, head back to Texas... we've got work to do.

*The poor television work is evident again as the screen flashes to darkness, then a moment of static, and then the image of Bifford and Earl still standing around at catering. Bifford is still casually munching on the turkey leg.*

Earl: You buried a man alive with oxygen, food, and water?

Bifford (shrugging): We all do what we have to...

Earl: So you've got The Lost Soul, who hated you before and now probably wants to actually murder you, on your team... who else are you getting?

Bifford: Duce Jones, the coward, the chicken, the man I've beaten three times...

Earl: Oh yeah... this makes a ton of sense... Who else?

*Bifford turns to look directly into the camera.*

Bifford: Dangerous Dan... I've got Duce, I've found The Lost Soul... now I need you. Dangerous Dan, for decades you have been my greatest nemesis and foe. I've beaten you more times than I can count and I've embarrassed you in front of your family and friends. Now I ask you, the most Dangerous of all of the Dans in the world... team with me at Ultimate Survival. Team with me and we shall fight together like brothers... you can think of me as Crazy Chris. Crazy Bifford...

Earl (shrugging): if the glove fits...

*Boris the Cannibal walks up and joins the two men.*

Boris: So this is catering, eh? Do they have anything I might like....

Earl: No, they don't serve human here.

*Boris glares at Earl as though he's considering eating him, but Bifford motions for both of them to head on their way.*

Bifford: A Team Bifford of The Big Bifford, The Lost Soul, Duce Jones, and Dangerous Dan cannot be beaten... men... be men of honor and valor... fight with me. Fight with the man who always beats you... and we shall be victorious.

*Bifford raises the turkey leg to the camera in a toast as the scene fades out.*





*We return from the break to the co-owners' suite, where Jonathan Barrows stands in front of his normal desk. He is smiling, an act that always appears painful when he's putting it on his face.*

Jonathan Barrows: Ladies and gentlemen, I want to make a special announcement regarding Ultimate Survival. Since I'm going to be headed out in a little while for the results of the Sexiest Man on Earth tally, I thought I'd do this announcement from back here, to limit the possibilities of an interruption. Plus, I have to say, it feels a little safer back here. I must applaud all of you fans who came to our event in spite of the threat of the Corona virus!

*Jonathan subconsciously rubs his hands together, as if wishing for some more hand sanitizer at the moment.*

Jonathan Barrows: We are now two weeks away from Ultimate Survival, a show that is sure to be a dramatic battle between all of our amazing superstars. Teams have already been forming, and I wanted to make an official announcement on some of our team captains as we head towards the PPV.

*Jonathan turns to the side, where a corkboard has been set up. You can see various pictures tacked onto it. It's low-tech, but Hunter put it together, so Jonathan is reluctantly tolerating it, just as he is the Sexiest Man on Earth contest.*

Jonathan Barrows: As you already know, The Big Bifford has named himself a team captain. This is... his right, and I have no problems with him fielding a team, especially if he wants to choose has-beens and injured superstars. His team will face a squad captained by one of our strongest competitors, a man who has shown that he's one of the best in the world. He'll be wrestling here shortly, and I'm sure he'll prove himself strong against one of Bifford's chosen... the GCWA North American Champion, Tony Savage!

Jonathan Barrows: Next, we have one of the greatest wrestlers in the GCWA today, "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas! His loss at Adrenaline Rush was a fluke, and I fully expect we'll see Thomas fighting for the World Title once again soon. Perhaps very soon, if he wins Ultimate Survival. His team will face off against a... unique team of individuals. From what I've heard, they are all likely to be coming from a little organization called... Outsiders. Their team captain? The current Unified X Division Champion... Mike Zybala!

*The crowd is loving these announcements, although they're surely curious who's going to be on which teams.*

Jonathan Barrows: Finally, we have "The Good Detective" Jack Puffer. The man who somehow defeated The Incredible One at Adrenaline Rush. I must assume he is already working hard to assemble his own team... if he's not too busy searching for more mustard. His opponent? Well... that will be announced sometime next week. I hope that won't be a problem for Mr. Puffer. But he should know... it won't be an easy ride.

Jonathan Barrows: Of course, we are accepting new team submissions until next Friday, so there is the possibility that we will have more entries. But if you are not yet on a team... perhaps you'd better start making some connections?

*Barrows nods to the camera, before turning and going back to his desk. The camera focuses on the board before fading out.*

Rockwell: Five strong captains there, but I'm really wondering who's the mystery man?

Hood: There are so many possibilities out there!

Rockwell: Hey, what if... what if it's John E. Depth??

Hood: Why the hell would Jonathan Barrows be excited about John E. Depth?

Rockwell: Because, he and Puffer, they have a history in OCW!

Hood: It's not John E. Depth.

Rockwell: Ahhh, another one of your sources tell you that?

Hood: No, it's just... a stupid idea...

Rockwell: Well, we'll find out more soon enough, because Ultimate Survival is approaching rapidly! But for now, let's head to the ring to see two of the greats go at it!


Singles Match
Tony Savage (10-1) vs. Dangerous Dan (37-29-2)

Minos: The next contest is a Non-Title match scheduled for one fall... coming down to the ring... standing 5'11" and weighing 225 lbs... from Smithville, Tennessee... he is a GCWA Hall of Famer... with his brother, Crazy Chris... here is Dangerous Dan!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rockwell: For months now, The Danger Boiz have been demanding their shot at the Tag-Team Titles, but it still hasn't happened so far. Now, Dan faces off against another tag champion, Tony Savage.

Hood: They've beaten several of the wrestlers who have held the belts this GCWA run, including Savage's former partner, Brady Vega.

Rockwell: If Dan wins tonight, there's no way the Barrows shouldn't sign a title match immediately.

Hood: Hey, let Savage choose a partner first, at least!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 231 lbs... from Atlanta, Georgia... one of the holders of the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles, and the 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. The two titles are on either shoulder, shining in the light.*

*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 destroyed Chad Vargas last week, and now has another shot at a top veteran tonight.

Hood: The guy's a force of nature; he said it himself!

Rockwell: We also know Savage is working a deal with Jonathan Barrows, which could lead to trouble for The Big Bifford. But tonight, Savage looks to remove another legend from the GCWA...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: It's a battle of GCWA legend vs. GCWA superstar!

Hood: It's Savage's time now! Time for the Danger Boiz to get out of the way!

*Crazy Chris supports his brother, clapping from the outside, as Dangerous Dan moves towards Savage. The North American champion doesn't seem too impressed with the Hall of Famer, shaking his head as he approaches. They lock up, pushing back and forth, but Savage's strength is clear as he throws Dan backwards, sending him to his back! Dan hops back up, looking a little surprised, but he charges right back in to lock up again. It doesn't change things, as Savage throws Dan back again, knocking him down once more! Dan is back up again, moving to the corner to think things over, as Savage just waits impatiently for him to try again.*

Hood: That's right, Savage, show him who's boss!

Rockwell: While it's easy to focus on Savage's hand-to-hand skills and his technical prowess, you can't discount the strength of the champion.

Hood: Especially when facing a lightweight old man like Dan!

Rockwell: Old?? You're older than Dan by far, Hood!

Hood: That's a lie! I'm 25!

Rockwell: ...

*Dan and Savage circle each other again, with Savage daring Dan to try again. Dan does so, but this time reverses into a headlock, tightening around Savage's neck. Savage just straightens up, throwing Dan backwards over his shoulder! But Dan, with incredible agility, lands on his feet, then grabs hold of Savage from behind, rolling him up! The ref dives in... 1... 2.. and Savage pushes himself free. Both wrestlers hop up, with Savage launching a couple of elbows at Dan, only to have him take both on his forearms, negating their force. Dan then manages to kick forward, catching Savage in the gut to bend him over, before Dan lifts him with the Danger Zone (Angel's Wings)!! Dan makes another cover, watching the ref count... 1... 2... and Savage easily kicks out again.*

Rockwell: Dangerous Dan fighting back like a true Hall of Famer!

Hood: He's just gotten in a few lucky shots, Savage will straighten this out in just a minute!

Rockwell: He'd better, because you don't want to let Dan get all the momentum!

*With Savage still trying to recover, Dangerous Dan turns to the turnbuckle, climbing up quickly as he's known to do. He sets himself, perhaps preparing for a standing moonsault, but Savage gets up in time, hitting him in the back to stop him. Dan drops on the 'buckle, hurting, as Savage latches onto him from behind, giving him a back superplex!! Dan hits hard, flopping around to his side. Savage pulls himself back up, smirking at where Dan's on his hands and knees. He heads back to the turnbuckle, apparently wanting to show Dan his own skills. As Dan tries to get back up, Savage leaps off the top, hitting a top-rope Superman punch!! Dan collapses, with Savage making the cover... 1... 2... but Dan barely gets out in time!*

Rockwell: Savage showing the world what he can do once again!

Hood: People need to stop calling him a flash in the pan. He's got two titles, and I think he could easily get the other two if he wanted to!

Rockwell: I don't know if the world is ready for one man to hold all the GCWA championships, Hood.

Hood: Why not? If Savage wins them, he deserves them!

*Savage pulls Dangerous Dan up now, looking like he's in full control. He shoots Dan into the ropes, waiting for him to return so he can deliver a massive spinebuster! Crazy Chris is shown outside, looking very concerned under his mask for his brother. Savage is showing no mercy, pounding on Dan while he's on the canvas, enough that the referee tells him to back off for a minute. Savage finally does, with the referee checking on Dangerous Dan. But Savage doesn't wait long, stepping back in and grabbing Dan from the surprised ref and delivering a double arm DDT! Dan's flat on his stomach, barely moving, as Savage gets back to his feet.*

Rockwell: Wow, I thought this was going to be the most competitive match tonight, but Savage is starting to just dominate Dangerous Dan!

Hood: It should have been made a handicap match... then Savage could have beaten both of them and destroyed the Danger Boiz once and for all!

*Savage pulls Dangerous Dan off the canvas, although Dan's not giving much aid in that regard. Savage makes sure to talk to Dan, taunting him about some of the comments Dan had made recently. He then slaps him a few times, trying to get him more conscious. Dan responds, catching Savage with a sucker punch, then falls back to the ropes getting some momentum. He tries to charge... and Savage immediately spins and nails Dan with One Shot, One Kill (Heart Punch)!!! Dan falls to a heap on the canvas, his entire nervous system likely shut down from that one. Savage drops for the pin, holding the leg, as the referee counts... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: Savage took control of this one and refused to give Dangerous Dan another opportunity to recover!

Hood: You don't mess with Tony Savage right now! He has to be the odds-on favorite going into Ultimate Survival!

Rockwell: It's hard to argue that point, Hood, the way he's going through wrestling legends...

*Savage climbs the turnbuckle and grins at the crowd, crossing his arms. He then steps back down, looking back at where Dangerous Dan is trying to recover, which isn't easy after a heart punch. Savage immediately moves in... putting him into the Choke Artist (Peruvian Necktie)!!! The crowd reacts, booing, as Savage chokes out Dangerous Dan... but it only lasts a few seconds, as Crazy Chris immediately dives in to his brother's aid, breaking it up! He glares at Savage, who stands up, still grinning. He turns and just walks out of the ring, leaving Crazy Chris behind to check on his brother.*



*We cut to just behind the backstage curtain, where Tony Savage comes walking through, looking pretty pleased with himself about how he just handled Dangerous Dan. He stops, though, when he realizes that Deana Barrows is standing there, waiting for him.*

Deana Barrows: You're a tough man to reach, Mr. Savage. I had to actually wait here where I knew you'd be returning.

*Savage doesn't say anything, as he's still on a high after his match. He just stares at Deana, wondering what the hell she wants.*

Deana Barrows: I did tell you, Mr. Savage, that I would need your partner, Brady Vega, to be here so we could sign a Tag-Team Titles match. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm going to need to take that championship away from you tonight.

*Savage looks at his half of the Tag-Team Titles, then back at Deana. He smiles at her.*

Tony Savage: You and your brother should talk more often. He already worked it out for me. I just have to choose a new partner. The belts... stay where they are.

*Savage turns and walks away, leaving Deana looking a little flustered. She turns and moves off, likely to go confront Jonathan & Hunter about this decision. We fade to commercial.*





*Jonathan Barrows is waiting out in the ring with an envelope in his right hand, and a microphone in his left.*

Jonathan Barrows: I know we have been waiting all night to determine who the 'Sexiest Man On Earth' is going to be, and well, you have all voted superbly well. We had many great nominations for guys like Hugh Jackman, Ryan Gosling and even Ryan Reynolds. Tonight though, there can only be one winner, so let me introduce you all to the newly crowned OFFICIAL 'Sexiest Man On Earth'.

*'Whatever It Takes' by Imagine Dragons plays for the crowd as those know it start singing along to it, but they all await the man who is coming out to this music they have never heard in the GCWA. They all stare at the head of the stage, awaiting the coming of the one, the only......PERZAG!*

*PerZag walks out from the back, onto the stage and the crowd reacts instantly mostly cheering him, with the few haters throwing up middle fingers and downward thumbs. PerZag looks out towards the crowd with a huge smile on his face as the newly crowned 'SEXIEST MAN ON EARTH' walks down the rampway to the ring.*

*He walks up the steps, onto the apron and steps through the ropes into the ring. He walks over to Jonathan Barrows and shakes his hand, taking the microphone from him. He turns to face out towards the crowd, with a massive smile right across his face from ear to ear.*

PerZag: Well......

*The crowd starts cheering for PerZag, but this just seems to infuriate him, as his eyebrows frown, and his face goes red.*

PerZag: SHOW ME SOME FUCKING RESPECT AND LET ME SPEAK!

*The crowd instantly go quiet, bar a few who start booing PerZag, but after a few moments they stop, realising that they may get their asses whooped by someone much better looking. PerZag takes a deep breath, and returns the smile to his face as he resumes speaking.*

PerZag: Well, it is good to be back in a squared circle once again.

*PerZag stops, looking out at the crowd, who don't do a thing. PerZag gets pissed off again and begins screaming at the fans.*

PerZag: THAT IS YOUR MOMENT TO CHEER YOU WORTHLESS FUCKS!

*The crowd starts cheering, very quietly, and not under their own discretion. PerZag screams at them again.*

PerZag: YOU CAN FUCKING DO BETTER THAN THAT!

*The crowd erupts into a massive frenzy as they cheer as loud as they can so that they do not piss off the man in the ring, one bit. A smile returns to the face of PerZag.*

PerZag: Well, that's better. You will all get used to it, I'm sure. I will give you moments to cheer, and you will thus, cheer. Just remember, don't ever cut me off mid-sentence again, and I will not have to result in violence. But, I'm not here to teach you people on how to be a FUCKING crowd. You should all already know that. No, I am here to accept the crowning of THE SEXIEST MAN ON EARTH!

*PerZag pauses, allowing his new 'title' to sink into everyone watching.*

PerZag: And look at me......

*PerZag extends out his hands from side to side, to give everyone a full view of himself.*

PerZag: I am just...... 'oh so appealing'.

*PerZag smiles to himself.*

PerZag: From this 'luxurious mane'......

*PerZag flicks his 'mane' for the crowd to see.*

PerZag: To these awesome pecs and biceps......

*PerZag flexes his pecs and biceps, showcasing his awesome muscular body.*

PerZag: All the way down to this nice tight, amazing looking ass.

*PerZag smacks his ass, and turns around allowing everyone to have a view of 'Wrestling's Greatest Ass'.*

PerZag: And all the way down to my lovely amazing legs and feet for all those foot fetish fans out there.

*PerZag lifts up his right leg, reaching for his right shoe to take it off. He stops just as he is about to grab his shoe, and puts his leg back down.*

PerZag: Oh, I cannot believe I forgot. The most important part of this amazing, sexually intoxicating, un-fucking-believably built body......This MASSive GIANT ROD!

*PerZag grabs at his crotch with both his hands, demonstrating that it takes two massive hands to grab the entire thing. PerZag chuckles to himself afterwards, looking out towards the crowd and shaking his head.*

PerZag: But why would I need to show you all of that when you ALL voted for ME to be the SEXIEST MAN ON THE EARTH. It wasn't like it was rigged or something.

*PerZag starts laughing to himself, and looks over at Jonathan Barrows who gives a small grin back.*

PerZag: As Mr Barrows said earlier, this was a LEGIT voting process. This was no fake contest. This wasn't a way for Mr Barrows to showcase his 'Best Acquisition of the New Decade', nor was it an attempt to sign yours truly. This was just a lucky night in which the right man won and GCWA wins as well, by signing the 'Brightest Light' in the wrestling business. It's literally a win-win situation, and it's a win for you all too, cause you get to watch me every single week.

*PerZag presents himself towards the crowd once more, throwing his hands out from side to side, as he takes a deep breath through his nose. He exhales, and smiles.*

PerZag: So, as the aroma of all the lovely ladies in the audience wetting themselves over the sight of moi, strengthens throughout the arena, I would love to give one of you something really special. So, if any of the ladies wants to go for the ride of their lives, please put your hands up and......

*PerZag stops speaking as hands fly up throughout the entire arena. A smile crosses his face as he spots a gorgeous blonde in the fourth row waving at him. He points over to her.

PerZag: Can someone please help this beautiful blonde over the barricade and to the ring?

*The blonde moves out of the fourth row and makes her way towards the barricade. She suddenly gets grabbed from behind and thrown headfirst into the barricade by a redhead wearing a fully black leather outfit. The woman jumps over the barricade and slides into the ring, walking up to PerZag, and planting a kiss on his cheek, leaving a red coloured lipstick mark on his face. PerZag has a half-smile, half-frown on his face as he addresses the crowd once more.*

PerZag: Yeah, I should apologise to you all and especially to that poor blonde girl too, cause......well...... and I hate to say this, but I'm kinda taken. As much as I would love to give all you fine ladies the ride of a lifetime, I am afraid that it would be your last. This here......

*PerZag puts out his left hand, pointing it towards the redhead next to him.*

PerZag: ......is 'The Psycho Bitch' Rhiannon Clarkson. She is one of the most jealous people I have ever met, and well, the best fuck I have ever had. But, she will not leave me the fuck alone, so she is now, apparently, my girlfriend, and my manager. All to make sure that I don't cheat on her. Even though that is all I want to do.

*PerZag addresses the last sentence more towards 'The Psycho Bitch' next to him, but she just ignores him. He sighs, shaking his head.*

PerZag: Well, I'm sorry that none of you gets to have a proper look at this exquisite figure, but it's safer for you all that this bitch doesn't try to rip your eyes out. Now, there is only one thing left to say........

I am officially entering the ULTIMATE SURVIVAL!

*PerZag drops the microphone as 'Whatever It Takes' by Imagine Dragons plays out to the crowd once more. PerZag walks over to Jonathan Barrows and shakes his hand once more, thanking him. PerZag steps out of the ring and waves to the fans as the women cheer him on. The men boo him as they are all obviously afraid that THE SEXIEST MAN ON EARTH will steal their women. They stick fingers up at him as PerZag enjoys every single moment of it as he walks out towards the back, 'The Psycho Bitch' Rhiannon Clarkson following him in tow.*

Hood: PerZag's back and isn't he awesome! And damn, that Clarkson chick is hot.

Rockwell: Didn't you just see what she did to that poor girl?

Hood: Of course I did. But, you have gotta do anything to keep a man as awesome as PerZag.

Rockwell: But she didn't have to hurt that poor girl!

Hood: It's all good. I'll go and take care of her.

Rockwell: Just stay here, Hood. It's clear that the Sexiest Man on Earth contest was a sham... but now PerZag is in the GCWA, which is huge news!

Hood: If it's a sham, then why did I come in second?

Rockwell: How many times did you vote for yourself??

Hood: I'll never tell...

Rockwell: We've got one more break, and then it's time for our main event!

*Hood looks very happy with himself, while also still talking about PerZag's surprising entrance into the GCWA. We cut to commercial.*





*We go back to ringside, with a close-up (but not too close) of Adrian Rockwell & Hood.*

Rockwell: Up next is Ryot versus Erin Gordon. Both are undefeated and they're fighting for a chance to take on The Unified X-Division champion Mike Zybala.

Hood: I hope whoever wins will finally exorcise Zybala!

Rockwell: Why? He's already in pretty good shape, especially after training at Exile Island.

Hood:...... Did you just fucking Dad Joke me?!?!?!

*Before Adrian can answer, "Ready To Die" hits the speakers and the crowd pops hard as Zybala makes his way out, adorned in a ref shirt. He makes it halfway down before being tackled by security with Jonathan Barrows leading the charge. The fans boo as Zybala struggles against his captors, screaming obscenities and trying to convince Barrows that he's a good ref. Barrows sighs as he pulls a bottle and a rag from his pocket. Barrows upcaps the bottle, pours some of the contents on to the rag, then shoves it over the nose and mouth of Zybala. Zybala keeps struggling but starts to calm down.*

Rockwell: I think that's chloroform!!

Hood: (jots in notebook) So ghosts are weak against chloroform... Good to know...

*As Zybala's movements start to slow, Barrows pulls the rag away. Zybala suddenly breaks his arm free and grabs Barrows' arm! Before anyone can react, Zybala brings the rag back to his face and holds it there until he passes out. Everyone is confused as Barrows just shrugs and orders for security to carry Zybala to the back...*

Rockwell: The X Division Champion is being carried out of here!

Hood: Hey, he wouldn't listen to reason. Be honest, Adrian, you wouldn't want the champ deciding his opponent in this match, would you?

Rockwell: No, that's true. But...

Hood: No buts. Barrows did the right thing. Now let's get to the match!


GCWA Unified X Division Title #1 Contenders Match
Erin Gordon (1-0) vs. "The Natural" Ryot (1-0)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening... this match will be for the GCWA Unified X Division Title #1 Contendership!!

*The fans are excited, knowing that they're getting to see two of the newest stars of the company competing in the main event, the second time in a row.*

Minos: Introducing first... 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: Gordon gave an interview this week while working on the reconstruction of a fence on her farm.

Hood: The lady's good with her hands, isn't she?

Rockwell: That's pretty sexist, Hood.

Hood: What do you mean? Did you see the way she drove in that wood?

Rockwell: Hood...

Hood: I'm NOT being sexist! I swear! I... I just mean she was good at rebuilding that fence! It's you who has the dirty mind! Shit!

Minos: Her 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's scored two strong victories so far in his GCWA career, and a lot's on the line if he can take down Erin Gordon this week.

Hood: The man's already looking like a star, Adrian! Especially the way he's got an assistant to pay his bills!

Rockwell: I really hope he reimburses Lionel, but something tells me that's unlikely.

Hood: I'm sure he pays the guy plenty enough. Plus, he covered the tip. That counts for something, right?

Rockwell: He gave her $5, so I suppose it depends on how big the bill was.

Hood: $5 is $5. She should be grateful.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: A first shot at a GCWA championship is at stake!

Hood: Which is good... of course, it means one of these two is going to be fighting Zybala...

Rockwell: At least he won't be the referee at that point.

Hood: How do we know that for sure??

*The referee signals to the two competitors to begin. Ryot is already near the center, bouncing back and forth on his heels, looking ready to get going. Gordon strides out to meet him, but then steps back as Ryot fakes on a side kick, before pulling his leg back. He smirks, then waves Gordon on, wanting to see what she's got. Gordon suddenly dashes forward, getting close to Ryot, who spins into a back elbow. Gordon slides, going underneath, before leaping back up in front of Ryot, teasing the Nor'easter (Spinning Backfist from Hell)! Ryot quickly gets out of range, only to look annoyed as Gordon returns his smile, before signalling for him to come on.*

Rockwell: Some mind games being played early on.

Hood: If you can get into the head of your opponent, you can really take over a match.

Rockwell: True.

Hood: And if you can physically get into the head of your opponent, they might die.

Rockwell: ... Also true, but hopefully we don't see that here tonight.

*The two wrestlers lock up again, with Ryot using his size advantage to get Gordon back into the corner. The ref orders the break, and Ryot raises his hands and steps back, confident. Gordon comes out of the corner, locking up with him again, only to have Ryot get her back into the corner. He holds her there longer this time, despite the count of the referee. Finally, Ryot steps back, having finished what he wanted to say... only to have Gordon spring out after him, landing a punch to the jaw!! Ryot staggers back, even as Gordon follows, firing away, a determined look on her face! Ryot goes on the defensive, trying to block the shots, but he can't dodge them all, as Gordon is suddenly a house of fire! She lands a couple more good shots as she moves Ryot backwards, to the cheers of the ladies in the crowd.*

Rockwell: I don't think Gordon liked what Ryot had to say!

Hood: He probably was just reminding her that he's the role model the GCWA needs!

Rockwell: Whatever it was, Erin Gordon clearly disagrees, and she's bringing the fight to The Natural!

*Gordon has Ryot against the ropes now, grabbing his arm to whip him across the ring. But Ryot manages the reversal, sending Gordon instead. She comes back as Ryot flattens out, letting her go over top. Gordon stops her momentum right past him, though, and turns, trying a fist drop, only for Ryot to kip up out of the way! Gordon grabs her wrist, having punched the canvas. Unlike some feds, the GCWA's ring doesn't have near as much give to it. We're old school. Gordon starts to get up, but Ryot is waiting for her, stepping towards her and landing a super kick!! Gordon topples backwards, stunned, as Ryot drops onto her for the cover, hanging on tightly... 1... 2.. and Gordon shoves him off. Ryot immediately turns it into a Fujiwara armbar, working over Gordon on the mat!*

Hood: Ryot's through playing nice!

Rockwell: He was playing nice before??

Hood: Yeah, but now he's going to take Gordon's arm home with him as a trophy!

*Gordon struggles against the submission, fighting to get herself around. Her arms are nowhere near the ropes, but her feet are a lot closer. After a few more agonizing seconds in the hold, Gordon reaches out, touching the ropes with her right foot, causing the ref to call for the break. Ryot does so pretty quickly, hopping easily to his feet. Gordon sits up, cradling her arm. Ryot, seeing this, goes for a low kick to the seated wrestler, but Gordon drops back to avoid it. Ryot immediately reacts, though, jumping in the air and delivering a double-stomp to Gordon's abdomen! Gordon gasps for air, having had it knocked out of her, as Ryot laughs to himself.*

Rockwell: Ryot's turning up the heat!

Hood: He's a dangerous individual! I could easily see him putting down that Zybala spirit once and for all!

Rockwell: We'll see. I think either of these two would give Zybala a quality fight.

Hood: I don't want quality! I want him sealed away, exorcised, whatever it takes!

*Ryot drags Gordon back up, looking like he's more confident in how things are going. He gives Gordon a quick hip toss to put her on the mat, and then hits the ropes, coming back to try for the V Trigger! But Gordon rolls to the right, away from the strike, and gets back to her feet. Ryot readjusts and comes back, as if to try again, but Gordon's airborne, nailing him with a dropkick! Ryot stumbles away, his jaw stinging from the hit, but doesn't go down. He angrily turns and faces the rising Gordon, coming at her with a chest kick! But Gordon dodges it with a few steps, getting behind Ryot and taking him down with the Downpour (Head Pull Backbreaker)!! Gordon grabs at Ryot, going for the cover, but Ryot rolls out of the ring instead to get away, falling to his knees outside.*

Rockwell: Great moves from Gordon, showing that she can match the speed of Ryot!

Hood: But Ryot did the right thing, getting out of range. He's a damn crafty veteran, isn't he?

Rockwell: If you want to last in this business, you have to know your surroundings for sure.

*Ryot takes a few seconds to get his breath back, looking annoyed at the way the momentum changed. He turns back to the ring... and Gordon comes under the ropes with a baseball slide, kicking him right in the chest! Ryot falls backwards into the railing, as Gordon lands on her feet. She continues on the attack, striking away at Ryot with some speedy shots to the head. She then pulls Ryot forward and pushes him towards the ring, trying to roll him in. Ryot catches her, though, with a backwards swing, knocking her away from him. Ryot then jumps onto the apron, takes a few steps, and turns back to her. He runs, leaping off with a diving Meteora off the apron!!! The fans show their appreciation at the riskiness of the move, even as Ryot crawls back towards the apron to use it to help him up. The referee continues his count, but he seems to be taking his time, not wanting a match like this to end in a double countout.*

Hood: Ryot is very willing to take chances to get that title shot!

Rockwell: These two wrestlers are certainly showing us why either would be a great choice to face Zybala!

Hood: I'll just say it now, whoever wins here, they're getting all my support against him.

*Ryot rolls himself back into the ring to stop the count, then immediately heads back out. He works over to the downed Gordon, pulling her up and getting her under the ropes. He then pulls himself onto the apron, before springing over the ropes with a leg drop, landing it perfectly! He makes the cover, trying to hold Gordon down... 1... 2... but Gordon kicks herself free. Ryot, not believing it, tries a second time... 1... 2... but Gordon kicks out even quicker. Ryot doesn't look pleased, but he still drags Gordon up, preparing to unleash a series of kicks and strikes. But Gordon latches onto him, getting a roll up! 1... 2... Ryot reverses... 1... 2... Gordon reverses... 1... 2.... and both manage to get free, allowing the match to continue! *

Rockwell: So many near falls in a brief span!

Hood: I kid you not, I thought that was it, like, three times!

Rockwell: But the refs says the third strike never landed, so we will keep going!

*Ryot gets a stiff forearm shot to Gordon to stay in control, dragging her to the ropes. He jumps up, holding onto her head and hitting a split-legged facebuster! Ryot, smirking now, moves away, considering heading up to the top rope. He drags Gordon closer to the turnbuckle, then moves off, climbing up to the top. He perches up there, staring down at Gordon with a confident grin. After a few seconds, Ryot straightens up and turns away, leaping off the top with a moonsault! Gordon moves out of the way with a quick roll, avoiding him, but Ryot is able to twist in mid-air and land on his feet, dodging a hard fall. He steadies himself, but it takes a little too long, as Gordon is already up and coming at him, nailing him with the Stiff Breeze (Rolling Elbow)!!! Ryot goes down hard, with Gordon dropping on top and grabbing hold of both of his legs... 1... 2... No! Ryot manages to get his shoulder up at the last second!*

Hood: That wasn't it?

Rockwell: Not according to the referee!

Hood: I think the ref is enjoying this one too much, he's letting it go on!

*Gordon is back up now, getting her second wind as she heads to the ropes. Ryot sits up, looking dazed, but Gordon is ready for that, rebounding and coming in with Dragging Winds (sliding lariat)!!! She scores it perfectly, reaching back afterwards to make the cover... 1... 2... and Ryot again escapes! Gordon looks a little frustrated after that, but she doesn't lose her temper. She's got a boy to set a good example for, after all. She's back up now, moving to the side, sizing a struggling Ryot up for Windswept (Sling Blade)! But as Gordon starts forward, Ryot leaps up, catching her with a roundhouse kick!! Gordon, stunned, gets knocked away, with Ryot grabbing her from behind and delivering a bridged German suplex! He hangs on, making sure his own shoulder is up, as the referee makes the count... 1... 2... Gordon breaks free in time! Ryot falls to the side, breathing heavily, as the fans start chanting "This Is Awesome"!*

Rockwell: The fans are saying it and so are we! These two are giving us quite the fight for Friday Night Inferno!

Hood: Who knew two people would want to get in the ring with Zybala so desperately?

*Both wrestlers are moving to opposite ends of the ring, as they go to use the ropes to pull themselves up. Ryot is up first, holding the back of his head painfully. He moves towards Gordon, who tries to catch him off-guard with a kick. Ryot catches the foot, so Gordon swings it into an enziguri! Ryot takes the hit and stumbles back, with Gordon getting back up and coming at him with a clothesline. She misses, though, as Ryot ducks under it. He turns and drops, launching a leg sweep towards his opponent, but Gordon manages to leap above the leg. Ryot continues his motion, rising up with another attempt at a roundhouse, but Gordon avoids that as well, going underneath it and spinning into the Nor'easter!! The backfist hits right on target, sending Ryot to the canvas!! Gordon drops down for the cover, hanging on tightly as the ref counts... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... and the new #1 Contender to the GCWA Unified X Division Title... "The Oncoming Storm" Erin Gordon!!

Rockwell: Erin Gordon does it! She remains undefeated and is now set for a match against Mike Zybala!

Hood: Very impressive! I thought Ryot was going to take this one a couple of times, but Gordon just kept battling back!

Rockwell: She truly earned this victory, and the title shot that comes with it. I can't wait to see those two go at it!

Hood: I just want to see Gordon get that championship away from that disappearing maniac!

Rockwell: We're at the end of the hour, so we'll see you guys next week!

*Gordon gets her weary hand raised by the referee, looking happy with the result. Ryot is moving off to the side, trying to recover from the vicious spinning backfist he just took. We cut away.*



*As the fans are still cheering the last contest, we return once more to the co-owner's office. Jonathan Barrows is talking on the phone, apparently not realizing that the camera is focused on him.*

Jonathan Barrows: That's right, we'll have everything ready for you next week. Yes. Yes, I know, but believe me, it's much better here than when you worked under Welsh.

*Barrows is quiet for a minute, listening to the person's voice as they continue to talk.*

Jonathan Barrows: Your opponent? That's the best part. It's a team that is led by a guy you might recognize from OCW. Jack Puffer. Yes, the detective. Yes, he's become quite accomplished since the closure, or at least he thinks he has. Right.

*Barrows smiles as he leans back in his chair.*

Jonathan Barrows: Trust me, by making this deal, you'll become a major favorite to win Ultimate Survival. I look forward to seeing you next Friday.

*Barrows hangs up the phone, sitting back in his chair. He steeples his fingers in front of him, smiling. The picture slowly fades out.*

OOC: And that concludes another edition of Inferno! We're quickly getting to Ultimate Survival, so hopefully all of you are enjoying the crazy ride! If you are wanting to be a part of the PPV and haven't been contacted by anyone yet, let me know, and I'll get you set up. Next week is the go-home show, so don't wait too long! Good luck to all!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, March 13th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

Vincent Day vs. Thunder

Mid-Card

Phoenix Chadwick vs. Anderson Haze

Lucas Thames vs. Aaron Warthog, Grudge match

Main Event

Mike Zybala(c) vs. Erin Gordon, GCWA Unified X Division Title match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, March 6th to Wednesday, March 11th, giving you 6 days to post one roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!