GCWA Friday Night Inferno


*While disaster is striking throughout the world, one constant remains: the Global Championship Wrestling Association. That's right, boys and girls, the GCWA has decided not to join the masses in closing its doors to the Corona Virus, which means that as you settle into your quarantined shelter, blocking out the rest of your neighbors while you hoard your toilet paper, you can still sit down and watch the GCWA on Friday night! As always, follow the recommendations for hand sanitizer usage, wash yourself whenever possible, and make sure you've got your chips and queso as it's time for Inferno!*

*After the GCWA logo fades away, we find ourselves looking into the abyss of darkness. It doesn't last long, though, as images begin to appear, along with the voice of one of the co-owners, Jonathan Barrows.*

Jonathan Barrows: Ultimate Survival now sits only a week away. One of the most strenuous, demanding events in the world will take place, with twenty-four of the top wrestlers on the planet battling it out for one single spot, one single opportunity.*

*The first images show Dylan Thomas putting together his team, which includes "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson, "The Sexiest Man on Earth" PerZag, and "The Natural" Ryot. Specific clips of PerZag's debut last week run past, showing his announcement of being in Ultimate Survival.*

Jonathan Barrows: The choosing of teammates is a crucial decision for our captains now. After all, you need the strongest allies you can to get past qualifying, but those same strong athletes will be coming after you in the finals. The balance is critical, especially depending on how much your teammates dislike you.

*We see The Big Bifford working to form his team last week, releasing The Lost Soul from his captivity to make him one of his teammates. We also see the challenge he laid out for Duce Jones and Dangerous Dan.*

Jonathan Barrows: Of course, the balance doesn't matter if you're unable to find allies willing to work with you...

*Mike Zybala is shown, with Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn standing behind him. The two empty spots behind them are very obvious, as wrestlers like The Uber Man and Lord Allton have mysteriously gone missing since it was announced that Outsiders would be wrestling in the GCWA.*

Jonathan Barrows: And then you have to prepare for your opponents, not knowing exactly who it is you might be facing. The stress of not knowing your adversaries can be quite... maddening...

*We see the image of Jack Puffer facing off against an unknown adversary, as it still hasn't been announced who Puffer's team, whoever they are, will be going against.*

Jonathan Barrows: Will these teams come together, or will they turn on each other in pursuit of the ultimate prize? What wrestler will find a way to slip past allies and antagonists in their battle to be the best? Who will 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! Considering all the issues with COVID-19, there's still a healthy crowd tonight in the arena, as fans couldn't stay away from Friday Night Inferno. It is noticeable, though, that fans are keeping spaces between each other, and many are wearing masks. We zoom past them, quicker than normal, before heading to the broadcast table, where Adrian Rockwell & Hood await.*

Rockwell: We're one week away from Ultimate Survival, and the tension in the building is palpable!

Hood: *Spraying Lysol all over the announce table*

Rockwell: Whoa, Hood! You're going to short out our equipment!

Hood: It'll survive, as will I. No virus is taking the Hood down!

Rockwell: I know there are a lot of fears out there right now, with the closure of so many events. Honestly, we're not even sure what the future of the GCWA is right now. But at the moment, we're still set for Ultimate Survival next Sunday!

Hood: Who knew our Pay-Per-View name was going to be so prophetic? Hope all of our fans out there keep surviving!

Rockwell: We expect to have all of our teams finalized here tonight, as so far we mostly only know about team captains.

Hood: Hey, The A-List is ready to shine! Thomas, Branson, PerZag, and Ryot! They're guaranteed to be the final four if they can work together!

Rockwell: I will say it's a pretty strong team, but don't rule out Mike Zybala's squad!

Hood: HAH HAH HAH HAH! That's the best line you've ever told, Adrian!

Rockwell: We've got a lot more to come tonight, including Zybala defending his GCWA Unified X Division Title against recently-arrived talent Erin Gordon! Let's get things rolling...



*The super hard and pleasure-inducing opening chords belonging to the metal cover of the iconic James Bond theme fills the GCWA Arena. Fans and people with nothing better to do stand, staring at the entrance ramp. A super-smooth, luxury automobile heads our way, via the GCWA Tron. It picks up speed, approaching closer and closer toward the screen. We fear it may BURST through the screen...good thing GCWA didn't shell out the cash for 3D graphics. The headlights bear down onto the screen, nearly blinding the fans. The front end of the car consumes the screen before everything goes black. A white circle appears on the screen from the darkness...Jack Puffer steps into the white circle, he turns, popping a sophisticated eyebrow. The words “TEAM PUFFER” dash onto the screen. The sound of a LIVE engine fills the stadium as a mini replica of the car we just saw putters onto the stage.*

Rockwell: Jack Puffer is here!

Hood: What the hell happened to his car? It lost, like, 80% of its body!

*The car is super small. The size is reminiscent of a clown car. It sputters and spurts down the ramp, toward the ring. Fans stand around, wondering if they could lift it over their heads. The car reaches the ring and comes to a stop...but, not before the tailpipe releases a loud 'POP'.*

Rockwell: *cough* Not sure that car is legally licensed to drive.

Hood: I think the fumes are giving me the Coronavirus.

Rockwell: Oh please.

Hood: Seriously, though, is Jack even in there? The interior of that car can't hold more than one full-sized midget, right?

Rockwell: It is very small.

*Puffer steps out! He is, indeed, inside the car. He looks around...the crowd pops! Puffer heads up the stairs and steps through the rings...he spins around and raises an eyebrow as the camera zooms in. Jack Puffer is looking very sharp tonight. A microphone finds its way into his right (pimp) hand. He speaks.*

Jack Puffer: Hello GCWA!

*The fans give the rising star a strong ovation.*

Jack Puffer: It's so nice to see that my efforts in detection have garnered your respect.

*The fans are kind of confused. They're more interested in his in-ring talent. But, whatever.*

Jack Puffer: Ultimate Survival is around the corner and, I, The Good Detective have been chosen to lead a team! Now, I know what you're asking...who in the heck would want to follow Jack Puffer?

*The crowd nods. It's a valid query.*

Jack Puffer: It wasn't easy. But, as fate would have it, I managed to secure three wrestlers who are willing to stand by my side at Ultimate Survival!

*The crowd cheers.*

Jack Puffer: All three of which are inside my sleek automobile.

*The crowd murmurs. There's NO WAY anybody else could be in that car.*

Rockwell: There's NO WAY anybody else could be in that car.

Hood: Deja vu.

Jack Puffer: So, allow me to introduce them...and, because this is professional wrestling, I'm going to do it one by one. So, the first member of Team Puffer is...TONY THE SPIDER

*The crowd laughs.*

Rockwell: Are they mocking Puffer's selected partner?

Hood: No, in Tony the Spiderese laughing is a show of respect. Basically, these fans are morons.

*Tony emerges from the vehicle. His mullet is ON POINT. His circular shades shield the warrior-like gaze which is constantly shooting from his eyeballs. He bobs his head around like a proud cock. He struts up the steps and enters the ring. He shakes Jack's hand.*

Jack Puffer: Tony...any words for the fans...or, for our opponents at Ultimate Survival.

*Puffer leans the mic in toward Tony's mouth.*

Tony the Spider: If you people only knew...HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Jack Puffer: Well said!

*The GCWA audience laughs along. Tony reaches into his bright yellow fanny pack and grabs a Flamin' Hot Cheeto. It flies directly into his mouth. Tony has never looked better. Puffer nods with approval.*

Jack Puffer: Alright! And now, it's time to introduce the third member of the team...

*The tiny car shakes. A strange-looking man emerges. He looks around, confused.*

Jack Puffer: Uh, no, no, that's Barry. We picked him up on the way over here.

*Barry shuffles off. Another person emerges...it's a middle-aged man carrying a handkerchief.*

Jack Puffer: Ugh, no, no, that's Charles. He may have the Coronavirus. We were supposed to drop him off at the LOCAL MEDICAL FACILITY but forgot he was in the car. SORRY CHARLIE.

*Charles curses and hustles away, looking for medical aid. Another person emerges...it's a scantily clad female.*

Jack Puffer: Yikes, that's Wanda. She was picked up for...reasons. Wanda, Tony will be getting back to you later. Go hang out backstage.

*Wanda does as instructed.*

Rockwell: Wow.

Hood: How many fucking people are in that stupid ass car?

Rockwell: More than I would have ever guessed.

*Finally, a face we all recognize pops out. IT'S CURT CANON! THE CROWD GOES WILD*

Rockwell: Hood!

Hood: Ah shit

Rockwell: Curt Canon is on Team Puffer!

Hood: I knew that guy had a penchant for bad decisions...but this is ridiculous!

*Canon, sporting the 'HOW' Title hustles up the steps. He stares at Puffer. The fans are chanting 'CANON! CANON!' The two men embrace. The jagged metal belonging to the 'HOW' Title nearly gashes Puffer's shoulder. Once the embrace is done. Canon takes the mic.*

Curt: "Hey guys! I just wanted to make one thing perfectly clear. I am still retired. Even though I am here with a title strapped over my shoulder It doesn't mean I'm back back. I am only back to help my buddy Jack. You get one more night with me. Just one, unless I somehow win this whole thing get a GCWA Championship match against my bestfriendemy, my arch nemesi, the man who wishes he was me Ed Houston...or the other guy who may hold the title that I have a win over Mack O'Connor. I'm not trying to get a head of myself here or get you guys too excited......but this could be the greatest come back in pro wrestling history. However, I'm still retired."

*The fans seem a bit confused over this 'retirement' talk amidst the recent announcement that he's returning to the ring. To quell their confusion, a bunch of "#CURTCANONRUNIN" t-shirts falls from the ceiling. Puffer looks around, surprised. Canon seems caught off guard as well. The tiny car shakes...Welsh emerges. Greg is close behind. Puffer nods.*

Hood: Well, Welsh was always good at marketing.

Rockwell: I hope Curt signed something with Welsh concerning the royalties on those shirts.

Hood: Yea, right. You think those fans are paying for those shirts? They're wrestling fans, Rockwell. They can barely afford to breathe!

Rockwell: A little rude. However, the news that Curt Canon is returning to the ring for GCWA's Ultimate Survival is a tremendous one! That leaves one spot on Puffer's team.

Hood: ...I know...

Rockwell: What? You sound...nervous.

Hood: Very

Rockwell: What's got you so green around the gills, Hood?

Hood: I dare not mention the fowl woman's name. I don't want to hate speak her into a reality.

Rockwell: Fowl? Not foul? As in...a bird?

Hood: THAT'S ENOUGH

Puffer: And now...our fourth and final member!

*Several transients emerge, wandering aimlessly around the GCWA arena. People continue to be confused by how so many people fit inside that stupid car. Puffer grows anxious. A person wearing “I survived SARS” steps out and waves at everyone. Then...nothing.*

Rockwell: Hmm

Hood: Please, dear lord, let there be NOBODY ELSE IN THAT CAR

Rockwell: I really need to get a look inside that car. How did SO MANY people fit in there?

Hood: Don't ask questions, Rockwell. I've seen this sort of dark magic before. It's best if we just ignore it...hope that it goes away.

*Puffer, Canon and Tony The Spider look in the car. The camera follows them to reveal no one else in there. The trio look confused.*

Hood: Whew. Good. No one else. A easy bet on NOT to pick at Ultimate Survival.

Rockwell: Well this is rather disappointing.

*Suddenly from the distance, we see a figure running at the three men on Team Puffer. The cloud of fog disguises the person. As the figure approaches closer. Dramatic music plays. The person slowly and firmly walks into the light where it is revealed to be a human body in a hazmat suit. The figure appears closer to Puffer, Tony and Canon. When the masked hazmat person finally arrives next to them, they all cover their crotches with their hands at the same time. The person using a odd hand gesture lets them know everything is ok. They all look relieved as the hazmat person begins breathing heavily and begins coughing. The trio look concerned. Well... other than Tony, who seems to burst into laughter over this coughing fit.*

Rockwell: Looks like this person isn't breathing properly, Hood. Someone should get help.

Hood: I'm not concerned.

*All of a sudden the mask is ripped off to reveal none other than OCW Hall of Famer Alice Knight trying to catch her breath. The crowd erupts with cheers.*

Hood: Oh... Jesus... Christ... No...

Rockwell: YES! YES! YES!

Alice Knight: I can barely breathe in this thing. Now I will be stuck with the carnivore virus forever. These suits do nothing.

*Alice strips down to where she is just in what appears to be men's poka dot boxer shorts and a OWL is NIGHT tank top shirt.*

Jack Puffer: Weren't you supposed to be in the car? With us? You know? I thought I saw you...

Alice Knight: No. That was an inflated blow up doll covered with glue and feathers. Pretty good trick, huh?

*Suddenly, as if on cue, the exact blow up doll as describe tumbles out of the car, landing at Welsh's feet. Welsh's fists clench, his jaw tightens. He looks up and forces a smile. Puffer and Canon both nod in approval of being duped by Alice. Tony, still can't stop laughing.*

Alice Knight: BUT YES! AT LAST! I am the last member of TEAM PUFFER. And Boys. Us...

*Alice counts her fingers to four.*

Alice Knight: US FOUR WILL BRING IT HOME AT ULTIMATE SURVIVOR! And if we don't... we will feed Curt's monkey to my Owl... or vice versa. What I'm saying is, TEAM PUFFER FOR VICTORY!! Right team??? I SAID AM I RIGHT?????!??!!?

*Alice puts her hand in. Puffer puts his hand on top of hers, followed by Canon and then finally by Tony The Spider. They all cheer as Curt Canon looks a little disgusted due to the stick and clammy hands of Tony. The crowd cheers. Alice rubs her hands together cold from the chilliness.*

Alice Knight: It's... rather cold. I knew I should have worn pants... Can one of you gents lend me a coat or something.

*Curt and Puffer think about it but before they could attempt Tony is already shirtless and handing Alice his sweaty yellow t-shirt. Alice nods and accepts the shirt, putting in on. Tony rubs his hands as he is currently cold. The four members awkwardly stand around nodding to each other. They awkwardly look into the camera. We promptly cut to Hood and Rockwell.*

Rockwell: Alice Knight! Curt Canon! What a haul by Jack Puffer!

Hood: Uhhhh

Rockwell: Yea, I left off Tony the Spider. But, hey, he could surprise! This is one imaginative team!

Hood: Ehhhh

Rockwell: Hood?

Hood: I'm not feeling so well. I think I came down with something...maybe the fucking bird flu.

Rockwell: Get current on your viruses, Hood! The bird flu is so several years ago.

Hood: I hate that woman, Rockwell! She's made me physically ill!

Rockwell: Well I'm already growing fond of her! I think she could be the favorite to win Ultimate Survival!

Hood: I want to punch you in the face so fucking hard.



*We cut backstage to see Mike Zybala walking down a hall, talking on his cellphone. He looks annoyed. Jonathan Barrows walks past Zybala and the two nod at each other. Zybala continues his conversation.*

Mike Zybala: Yeah?! Well, Team Outsiders doesn't need you either! ( hangs up the phone ) FUCK!! Nobody wants to help. I don't really want to, but I don't have a choice. I need teammates. I gotta ask Josie Barnes....

*Zybala looks grimly at his phone as he starts to tap the screen. Suddenly, a rag covers his face! Barrows is behind him, holding the struggling champ as Zybala seems to tire out. Chloroform again!! After a few tense moments, Zybala is out cold. Barrows leans him against the wall where nobody can trip or walk over Zybala. Barrows then walks away muttering.*

Jonathan Barrows: No way in hell. Not in my company...

*Barrows departs, as we focus on the now-resting Zybala. We go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: I hope this doesn't affect Zybala in his title match later tonight!

Hood: Yeah, but can you blame Mr. Barrows? He just saved us!

Rockwell: Maybe... let's get to the ring for our first contest!


Singles Match
Vincent Day (0-0) vs. Thunder (0-9)

Minos: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall... coming down the aisle... standing 6'3" and weighing 220 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... with his partner, Lightning... here is Thunder!!

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder appears on the entryway, letting out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. Lightning walks out behind him, but strangely doesn't seem too enthusiastic. As Thunder strikes a few poses, Lightning just stands there. Thunder notices it, gives Lightning's shoulder a pat, and they head to the ring.*

Rockwell: The Wrath of the Storm used deception last week, and it very nearly led to their first victory in the GCWA.

Hood: That would have been the talk of all the podcasts, Adrian. But they failed once again, and now it looks like Lightning would rather be anywhere else than here.

Rockwell: That may be, but Thunder is still interested in trying to get a victory. He's trained harder than ever to prepare for tonight.

Hood: He trained so hard he broke most of his 'home-made' equipment. That gym was just sad.

Minos: His opponent...

*The morse code drum introduction to Rush's YYZ begins to play throughout the arena as the crowd gets to their feet. Lights flash in sync with the song as "The Method Wrestler" Vincent Day walks out onto the stage and poses at the top of ramp to a small amount of cheers. He slaps the hands of his supporters as he goes down the ramp and climbs the steel steps, looking out to the crowd at the top.*

Minos: Making his way to the ring... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at 180lbs... "the Method Wrestler" VINCENT DAY!

*He quickly flies through the ropes and lands on his knees in the centre of the ring. He poses with his arms fully out, reciting a passage that is inaudible before kissing his necklace and hoping backup to two feet as his music fades out.*

Rockwell: Vincent Day has taken a unique journey to get here today.

Hood: What, flying on his father's jet?

Rockwell: No... being a method actor who wants to wrestle as part of preparation for future roles in the business.

Hood: He's also a guy who's palling around with the guy who murdered his brother. That's pretty damn unique, too.

Rockwell: No question.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So what can the actor teach the journeyman wrestler?

Hood: Be careful, Thunder! This guy's got connections in the prison system, AND his daddy's rich!

*Day looks ready to go, having prepared himself for this moment. Thunder slowly walks towards him, flexing his chest muscles to try and intimidate the young man. It doesn't appear to have any effect. Thunder then tries his Thunder Roar, yelling at Day, but Day answers with a chop across Thunder's chest, silencing him! Day adds in two more, taking Thunder to the ropes. Day shoots Thunder across the ring, leapfrogging him on his return. Day then drops to his back and gets his legs up, twisting Thunder overhead with a monkey flip!! Thunder hits hard, his bulk not allowing him to get completely rotated on the landing, and he rolls to the outside, hurting. Lightning, standing nearby, looks over at his partner... then turns away.*

Rockwell: Vincent Day didn't even flinch before going after Thunder!

Hood: Gotta give him credit, his training over the last few years must have done something.

Rockwell: He's not going to let Thunder just rest up on the outside, either!

*As Thunder gets up, looking towards Lightning, apparently wondering about why he's just standing there, Vincent Day comes flying over the ropes to the outside, crashing into Thunder with a suicide dive!! The crowd pops at that one, as Day manages to land on his feet. He goes back up onto the apron, waiting up there, as Thunder struggles up once more. Day runs and leaps off the apron with a flying cross-body, taking Thunder down once more! Thunder, rolling to his stomach, reaches out towards Lightning, who is just shaking his head. Day, in the meantime, pulls Thunder up and gets him into the ring.*

Hood: Lightning's just given up, hasn't he?

Rockwell: You can only take so many losses before it just beats you down.

Hood: Speaking from experience?

Rockwell: Hell no! I had a winning record everywhere I went! I was one of the greatest!

Hood: Keep telling yourself that...

*Thunder struggles back up in the ring, looking dazed. He staggers around, right into a flying Day, who uses the corner ropes to springboard in for a DDT! Thunder is down, with Day kipping back to his feet. He looks like he's enjoying himself, although that could be method acting as well. Either way, Day continues to show his skills, as he comes up to the downed Thunder and hits a standing shooting star press, landing square on top of the wrestler! He makes the cover, hanging on... 1... 2... and Lightning reaches in from the outside, yanking on Day's leg to break up the pin! The referee, having been turned the other way, looks on in confusion as Day gets up, unhappy.*

Rockwell: Day might have had him there!

Hood: I guess Lighting's not completely checked out then?

Rockwell: But this isn't a tag-team match! He shouldn't get involved!

Hood: When have you ever known a partner to be out there and NOT get involved?

*Lightning has his arm crossed outside as he looks in, ignoring anything the referee is saying towards him. Day, meanwhile, has decided to go back to Thunder, attacking him on the mat by putting him into a single-leg Boston crab! Thunder, in pain, uses his weight to start dragging himself along, surprisingly refusing to tap. Lightning is nodding at him, trying to inspire Thunder to get closer, and he claps when Thunder grabs the bottom rope to force a break. Thunder turns onto his back, looking at the lights, as Day steps out onto the apron, getting ready to spring back in. Lightning again grabs at his leg, but this time Day is ready, kicking out to knock Lightning back a step, then coming off the apron with a moonsault off the apron into him!!*

Rockwell: Lightning goes down!

Hood: What a shock!

Rockwell: A lightning pun?

Hood: You're not the only one who gets to do Dad jokes, you know...

*With Lightning out of the equation, Day gets back into the ring, only to be grabbed by a recovered Thunder. He shoots Day into the corner, intent on smashing him into the turnbuckle pads. But Day just climbs up the pads with ease and leaps off with the Soliloquy (Whisper in the Wind)!! Thunder's taken down once more, with Day hopping easily back to his feet. He waits as Thunder rises once more, holding his head. Day comes from behind, flipping over Thunder and scoring The Method (Over-The-Shoulder Stunner) to put Thunder out!! Thunder topples onto his back, likely knocked almost unconscious from the force of the hit. Day drops for the pinfall, holding the leg... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The Method Wrestler" Vincent Day!

Rockwell: Vincent Day gets his first victory in convincing fashion!

Hood: In my view, he over-achieved.

Rockwell: You were that impressed?

Hood: In a way. Considering I was worried he was a "Richie Rich Momma's Boy", I'm at least willing to consider him an actual wrestler now.

Rockwell: Well, I'm so glad he's won you over. For me, it was a great display of athleticism, and I predict great things in the future for this young man!

*Day has already left the ring, contemplating how the night went. He gives a few high fives on the way out, but it's hard to tell if that's just part of his 'character' or not. In the ring, Lightning rolls in, sighing as he takes in the downed Thunder. He shakes his head, having expected nothing else. We cut away.*



*In the backstage area, The Big Bifford is standing around with Earl the Popcorn Salesman at catering. Bifford is eating a ham as though it is an apple, lifting the large chunk of meat to his mouth for bites every few moments. Earl just watches in horror, though this is a usual sight.*

Earl: So I heard The Lost Soul has some sort of gift or present for you tonight...

Bifford: Well, he should... I gave him a really nice vacation.

Earl: You buried him alive in a tiny tomb with oxygen tanks, canned goods, a can opener, and bottles of water.

Bifford: So he could take some time and think life over...

Earl: Bifford... those canned goods were expired...

Bifford: You shouldn't waste for, there are hungry people in India or something. Also people pay lots of money for relaxing retreats....

Earl: Bifford he was BURIED UNDER GROUND UNTIL YOU NEEDED HIM...

Bifford: To be honest I forgot he was there until I heard about this Ultimate Survival bullshit..

*Earl just looks at Bifford with a look of unbelief.*

Earl: Why have you assembled a team of people who hate you?

Bifford: To show that I can win Ultimate Survival all alone... know what happened LAST Ultimate Survival? I did what I do best - pin Lurrr. But then that joke Derek the Mobley got in my way... but guess who retired Derek the Mobley and took his belt from him? That's right... me... me... T! B! B!

Earl (sighing): Bifford... why a team of people who hate you?

Bifford: Because they'll all get eliminated early on and then I can face my opponents by myself. You see, Earl, I'm a winner. People like Dan, and Duce, and The Lost Soul are losers. They've all lost to me at least 3 times - though many more in Dan's case.

Earl: You know Dan hasn't accepted yet right?

Bifford: Dan will accept.. he can't help but want to be on a winning team for once.

*Earl rolls his eyes*

Earl: You'll be lucky if you survive tonight - you know this GIFT from THE LOST SOUL could just be a bomb right? And you know there's a chance these guys are gonna abandon you at Ultimate Survival and you're going to be fighting another team one on four right?

Bifford: Earl.. if they abandon me, you, and Kenny, and Boris the Cannibal will be my partners.

*Earl suddenly looks nervous. Bifford smirks as he takes another bite of ham. We fade out.*





*The scene opens up at the back door of the GCWA Arena, one of the double doors swing open and Duce Jones steps inside. Audible cheers from the crowd can be heard as he stops and looks around for a minute.*

Duce Jones: Mane, it feel like fo'eva since I've been in dis place.

*He's sporting a very noticeable wrapping around his left arm as he soon begins making his way through the corridors.*

Hood: What is Duce Jones doing here? I figured with his injury that we wouldn't see him for a while.

Rockwell: The Big Bifford did announce him as one of the members of his team, maybe he's here to elaborate on that.

*Duce continues walking, taking a moment to pull his phone out and scan through it real quick.*

Duce Jones: I still don't kno' how these muh'fuckas got my numba' but how could I pass up an opportunity like dis.

*He then throws the phone back in his pocket. He looks right, then left, then back right again, finally heading left as we cut back to ringside.*

Hood: I still don't see Jonathan Barrows clearing Duce to wrestle...

Rockwell: Even if he gets a doctor to sign off on it?

Hood: Even then. The man was supposed to be out for months!

Rockwell: And another injury to extend that to years, or even end Duce Jones' career. That does make it a risky decision.

Hood: Ahhh, and also that makes more sense as to why Mr. Barrows might allow it...

Rockwell: I certainly hope no one would wish something like that, Hood.

Hood: No, no, of course not... of course not...


Singles Match
Phoenix Chadwick (0-0) vs. Anderson Haze (1-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... 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 started off strongly, but a loss to Ryot temporarily took him off-course. He could really use a victory here tonight to get back on the road to success.

Hood: He's got a good catchphrase. "Get Hazed!" I love it. But he's got to have some wins to back that up, or else someone will take that from him.

Rockwell: Someone else will start saying "Get Hazed"?

Hood: Yep.

Rockwell: Who?

Hood: Someone who likes to get hazed!

Minos: His opponent...

*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. He has a pearly white smile on his face as he paces down to the ring.*

Minos: Introducing now! From London, England. Weighing in at 13 and a third stone, 187 pounds. He calls himself the Don of London! PHOOOEENNIIIIIXXXX... CHAAAAAADWIIIIICK!!

*Phoenix rolls into the ring and quickly twirls onto his feet, taking his pose after popping his collar and pointing to the sky as he's rained on with confetti with a smile on his face.*

Rockwell: Chadwick was introduced by Vossler last week, but he's determined to impress the US audiences on his own like he did overseas.

Hood: I like the guy. He used Vossler as his opening into the GCWA, and he's going to make the most of it.

Rockwell: Why did I know you were going to praise him?

Hood: Easy, Adrian, it's not praise... yet.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So can Chadwick made a strong debut, or will Haze rebound from his loss to Ryot and get back on track?

Hood: Either way, it should be entertaining!

*Haze immediately goes after Chadwick, swinging some right hands. Chadwick gets his arms up, blocking a few of the shots, then returns some of his own, backing Haze up. Haze lands an uppercut, though, sending Chadwick back a few steps. Haze then charges, going for a clothesline, but Chadwick ducks under it and grabs Haze as he goes by, yanking him backwards into a dragon sleeper! Haze is immediately fighting for his life, pushing against the arm, and manages to get himself free, stumbling away. He turns and looks back at Chadwick in disbelief, with Chadwick returning the look, ready to continue. Haze comes in again, this time trying a left cross, but Chadwick is prepared, catching the arm and twisting Haze to the ground with a fujiwara armbar submission! Haze is again desperately fighting, as he bounces himself towards the ropes, trying to cause the break, even as his arm is twisted dangerously close to a dislocation!*

Rockwell: Phoenix Chadwick is showing why he's known as one of the top submission specialists in the world today!

Hood: He may not be a powerhouse, but I bet he knows ways to make even the biggest wrestler tap out!

*Haze manages to grab the ropes with his free hand, breaking the hold. Chadwick is back to his feet, popping his neck as he waits for Haze to recover. The wrestler stands back up, rotating his arm and looking even more off-balance now. Chadwick moves to meet him, landing a shot under his chin that staggers Haze back. Chadwick then grabs him by the head, possibly for another submission attempt, but Haze instinctively lifts him up, landing an atomic drop! Chadwick falls forward to his knees, the impact of the move felt throughout his spine. Seeing this, Haze steps back, poised and waiting for Chadwick to rise. As soon as Chadwick turns, Haze jumps forward for a superkick, no, Chadwick catches the leg and yanks it upwards, causing Haze to drop to his back. Chadwick then latches onto the foot, applying a spinning toe hold while standing! The fans are excited as once again Haze finds himself in trouble.*

Hood: How many submission holds can we see in one match?

Rockwell: Only as many as it takes to make Haze tap out!

Hood: He's going to start running out of body parts!

*With the referee circling both men, Haze fights back, kicking with his other leg to knock Chadwick off of him. He gets himself up, limping, and tries to grab at Chadwick, presumably to try and slow him down. Chadwick catches the arm, though, and then drops with a Pele kick into it, doing more damage! Haze stumbles away, clutching at his arm, looking completely lost on how to slow down his opponent. Chadwick has no intention of giving him time to think, as he runs up the turnbuckle and comes back with an enzigiri kick to the back, knocking Haze to his knees! Chadwick then comes in quickly, double-underhooking both of Haze's arms and taking him down with the Bolide (Double Arm DDT)!!! The fans cheer, recognizing the move from their time watching OCW.*

Hood: That's Vossler's finisher!

Rockwell: It's a tribute to Vossler, but Chadwick has no plans to win with it, as he wants ths submission victory!

Hood: If Haze was smart, he would have tapped by now...

*Haze is still down on the mat, out of it, having a terrible evening. Chadwick spends another second or two sizing him up, before coming in and grabbing his arm. He twists it back, stepping through, and within moments he's applied Corda (Rings of Saturn)!!! The referee moves around to the front of both wrestlers, as Haze is shouting out in agony from the hold. His already hurting arm has to be screaming at him by this point. Chadwick wrenches back, keeping the move positioned perfectly, with no chance of Haze finding a way out. The referee asks him again, as Haze tries to struggle once more. But there's no solution available. He agonizingly nods to the ref, who signals for the bell, with Chadwick releasing the hold shortly thereafter.*

Minos: Here is your winner... Phoenix Chadwick!!

Rockwell: Chadwick just put on a wrestling submission clinic!

Hood: Think Haze learned anything?

Rockwell: Only his limits, because there was no point in taking any more damage.

Hood: Do you now agree that Phoenix Chadwick deserves to be praised?

Rockwell: I'll say this, if he can do next Sunday what he did tonight against Haze, we could have a surprise winner in Ultimate Survival.

*Chadwick pops his collar again as he points upwards, smiling at the reaction from the American fans here in Dallas. Haze slowly rolls out of the ring, looking disappointed in his performance. We leave both men behind, heading to the back.*



*"The Good Detective" Jack Puffer is shown, as he walks through the backstage area. He looks intent on something on his phone, perhaps a message on the whereabouts of Warrick Hill. Unfortunately, walking while reading is not recommended, and Puffer gets pushed back by the person who stops in front of him. He turns, already saying an apology, but it dies on his lips when he realizes who is standing in front of him.*

John E Depth: Hello, Jack. Long time no see.

*The crowd reacts, shocked to see Depth in the GCWA.*

Rockwell: It's John E Depth, long-time jobber and wrestler in OCW!

Hood: I told you! I told you it was going to be him!!

*Puffer stares at Depth for several seconds, lowering his phone, before talking to him.*

Jack Puffer: I know you, don't I?

John E Depth: You've already forgotten me, Jack? Now that you've become this big star in the GCWA, no longer having to eat the pin of every wrestler who comes down the aisle? You think you're so amazing now, don't you?

Jack Puffer: Seriously, who are you again?

John E Depth: I'm the man who's going to prove you're nothing but a fraud... and I brought some friends from OCW to prove it.

*There's movement to Puffer's right, causing him to glance over, before doing a double-take. The camera moves over, showing... Vincent "The Legend" Langston!!*

*The fans pop, as the former OCW Savage Champion glares at Puffer.*

Rockwell: It's The Legend!

Hood: Holy shit!

*Puffer gulps and takes a step back, but bumps into someone else. He spins around, his eyes widening at the sight of "The Hollywood Blockbuster" Noah Hanson!!*

Rockwell: Hanson! The two-time WWH Champion and two-time HOW Tag-Team Champion!

Hood: Damn, Depth is bringing the heat!

*Puffer stares at the three men now surrounding him, with none of them making a move towards him. He starts to head down the hall, but realizes that someone's coming from that direction. Someone moving incredibly... slowly... down the hall... the camera zooms in...*

Hood: Who is that? I can't see...

Rockwell: It's... It's EHUD of MOAB!!

Hood: Oh my god! Someone add thirty minutes onto the PPV, we're gonna need them for entrances alone!

*Puffer debates heading down the hall, reasoning that he can get around EHUD of MOAB easily enough. But the look on the old man's face is enough to keep Puffer in place as Depth starts laughing.*

John E Depth: Don't piss yourself, Jack. We're not here to attack you. We're here to warn you of what's coming. Because no matter who you get on your team, it won't be enough. Everyone here will show that you're still the same old Jack Puffer we always knew. You aren't a replacement for Warrick Hill. You're a replacement for Shootah. You're going back to being a curtain-jerker, while I take over my rightful place at the top. Bible Club, Baybee!

*Depth laughs again and signals for everyone to follow him. Hanson and Langston just stare after him, before turning and walking in the opposite direction. Depth, seeing this, hurries after them, throwing out a few maniacal laughs Puffer's way. Puffer watches them all go.*

Jack Puffer: ... Who was that again? It'll come to me, I know it will...

Rockwell: You may not respect John E Depth, but the man has allies!

Hood: Hell yes! Langston, Hanson, and Ehud are all instant dangers to win Ultimate Survival!

Rockwell: The road for Puffer and his team just got a hell of a lot more dangerous!

*Puffer starts trying to use his considerable talents as a detective, trying to remember John E. Depth as he walks away. We head to a commercial break.*





*There is static and suddenly the camera opens on Dylan Thomas, his wife Lissandra, and Dave Branson. The A-List couple are smiling at the camera while Dave is, as usual looking completely stoic and unmoving. The trio seem to be in a warehouse of some description - most likely Dave's training facility. Lissandra is the first to speak.*

Lissandra: This is a direct message to Ed 'Elton John' Houston. We saw your message last week and we just want you to know, Mr. Houston that everything we've been through the past few months... you're not quite done with the A-List.

*Dylan smirks.*

Dylan: That's right. Ed we wanted you to realise that while you think you're done with me and the A-List, you're oh, so very, very wrong my friend! You see... myself and Dave are entering Ultimate Survival - and when Team A-List power through to the finals... I'm coming for my title shot again. I realise that you're defending against Mack O'Connor but... come on dude! Surely you can win against a former OCW Champion.

Lissandra: No pressure, Ed...

*Dylan and Lissandra both wink at the camera and laugh.*

Rockwell: Dylan and Lissandra are trying to undermine Ed Houston's confidence and knock him off of his game!

Hood: What? Bullshit! They're just wishing him luck! You can never say anything good about Dylan and Lissie can you? They are good friends of mine you know and I'm sure once they hear about this, they will be asking Dave Branson to have a word with you!

Rockwell: Let him. I have some choice words for him too!

Hood: You're retired. I suggest you settle down Adrian... Dave would eat you for breakfast.

Rockwell: ....

Dylan: We'll see you soon, champ!

Lissandra: Knock 'em dead!

*Dylan and Lissandra laugh again and walk away, leaving Dave to stare menacingly into the camera before the feed goes black. We return to ringside.*

Hood: I'm so excited for The A-List to win at Ultimate Survival!

Rockwell: They'll have to get through Zybala & The Outsiders...

Hood: Easy!

Rockwell: And then what happens if Branson and Thomas are in the finals?

Hood: They get rid of everyone else, Branson lays down, and Thomas takes his rightful spot at the top!

Rockwell: You think Branson would just let himself get pinned?

Hood: Sure! He works for Thomas, after all...


Singles Match
Lucas Thames (2-1) vs. Aaron Warthog (0-7)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... now entering the arena... 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: I think Warthog is getting more and more desperate for a victory.

Hood: He couldn't even beat The Janitor!

Rockwell: In Warthog's mind, though, Thames was the one who cost him that win, and he wants revenge here tonight.

Hood: I know he likes to claim he didn't submit... but he did submit...

Rockwell: He may have rigged up some 'terror' in that abandoned building this week, but Warthog will have to come up with a better trick to survive The Icon.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 245 lbs... from Detroit, Michigan... accompanied by Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn... 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. Vaughn appears behind him, carrying his trusty mop. 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. While Vaughn stays outside, Lucas 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.*

Rockwell: Thames has really taken Vaughn under his wing, and got him his first victory in 2020.

Hood: He needs to enter him in an eating contest next. I mean, THREE T-Bone steaks in one sitting?

Rockwell: Well, Vaughn HAS been living on the streets.

Hood: I just wish Thames wasn't hiding behind Vaughn.

Rockwell: What? What do you mean?

Hood: He claims there are more "pressing matters" than joining Zybala & Vaughn against The A-List, but I think he's just scared...

Rockwell: I wouldn't let Thames hear you say that. As for Ultimate Survival, Thames is more focused on proving Warthog a liar here tonight.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: The last time, Thames dominated Warthog. Can we expect anything different here tonight?

Hood: Even the hardcore gamblers aren't touching this one, Adrian. The odds are NOT in Warthog's favor.

*Thames is ready to start going once again, stepping forward with his defenses up. Warthog, though, isn't approaching him. Instead, Warthog turns and rolls out of the ring, getting some boos from the crowd. He starts around the ring, with Thames just watching, curious. Warthog comes around to the other side, getting close to where Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn is standing. Vaughn prepares himself as Warthog gets closer, beginning to curse out Vaughn for what happened last week. He taunts Vaughn, saying that Vaughn's victory was a fluke and that The Janitor should have been fired long ago. Vaughn straightens up, raising his fists, but then takes a second to look to the left into the ring, where the referee is watching closely. Thames is there as well, smiling as Vaughn slowly lowers his arms, shaking his head towards a now-frustrated Warthog.*

Hood: Your opponent's in the ring, Warthog!

Rockwell: I think... I think he was trying to get disqualified, Hood. He wanted to trick Vaughn into hitting him!

Hood: I mean, that WOULD get him his first victory...

*Warthog, angry now, gets closer to Vaughn, yelling into his face. Vaughn just stares back at him, and even gives a small smile. Thames has helped Vaughn become a more rounded wrestler, not just physically, but mentally as well. Warthog shakes his head and turns away, upset. He then suddenly spins back, clocking Vaughn upside the head with a surprise right hook!! Vaughn gets knocked back against the turnbuckle post and falls forward, holding his head. Warthog curses him once more, but then starts running away as Thames is sliding out of the ring. He takes a few steps after Warthog before turning back to Vaughn, helping him straighten up. The Janitor nods to say he's okay... then pushes Thames out of the way as Warthog comes charging back, hitting Vaughn with the Stampede (Tackle)!! Vaughn's down, but Thames is right there, kicking away angrily at Warthog, who tries to cover up.*

Rockwell: So far, The Janitor has taken most of the offense in this one!

Hood: Yeah, but he saved Thames. If Warthog connected with that from behind, Warthog might have actually had the advantage!

Rockwell: And now Warthog's in a lot of trouble, unless he's got one more trick up his sleeve...

*Thames lands a few more hits on Warthog, who's just crawling away now, trying to go under the ring. Thames pulls him out, landing a punt kick that sends Warthog rolling away in pain. Thames then turns back, checking on his protege once again. Vaughn is hurting, but he waves Thames away, saying that he'll be okay. In the meantime, Warthog is pulling himself back onto the apron and getting into the ring. The referee, who's been counting this whole time, reaches eight, which catches Thames' attention. He quickly turns at "Nine" and gets himself into the ring as well, avoiding the countout. He gets up... and avoids a charge from Warthog, who stumbles into the ropes. Thames launches from behind, getting the LIGHTS OUT (Standing Roundhouse to the back of the head)!!! Warthog crumbles forward, hanging on the middle rope. Thames is fired up, and so are the fans, knowing what a lethal kick that can be.*

Rockwell: Warthog could be out cold!

Hood: He tried to win via DQ, he tried to win via countout, and now he's not looking like can win in the ring, either.

Rockwell: Hard to see what else Warthog can try at this point...

Hood: He can try to be a loser. He's good at that.

*Vaughn is back up outside, holding his side but enjoying the view nonetheless. In the ring, Thames brings Warthog up, ignoring his feeble attempts to fight back and twisting him around into the Iconizer (Leg-Assisted Neckbreaker)!! Warthog's down, completely out of it, but Thames takes his time, stepping back and looking to the cheering crowd. He waits for Warthog to struggle upwards, trying to figure out where he is. Thames then comes in from behimd, getting a rolling knee bar that leads into the You Either Tap Or You Break (Knee Bar/Ankle Lock combo)!!!! The fans are roaring as Warthog, his eyes frantic, tries to drag himself towards the ropes. He doesn't want to give up again, but the hold is extremely destructive, and Thames isn't letting him get far. Warthog lowers his head to the mat, gasping, before finally slapping the canvas, tapping out! Thames hangs on for a few extra seconds even as the referee calls for the bell, just to ensure that there's plenty of video footage of Warthog giving up. He then finally releases the hold, getting up.*

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

Hood: He tapped out again!

Rockwell: Yes, it's a worst case scenario for Warthog, as he was forced to submit to The Icon for the second time.

Hood: Talk about embarrassing!

*The referee raises Thames' arm, pronouncing him the clear victor in this grudge match. Warthog is clawing his way up the ropes, shaking his head vehemently. He looks extremely embittered, as he glares over at Thames celebrating with his back turned. After a second, Warthog suddenly charges, letting out wild roar! Thames starts to spin... but Vaughn is already there, dropkicking Warthog in the face! Warthog gets spun around, stunned, as Vaughn hops back up and catches Warthog from behind with Wax On, Wax Off (Zig Zag)!! The fans here in Dallas are loving it, even as Thames settles back against the ropes. He points to the turnbuckle, and Vaughn nods, heading up. He gets to the top, checking his side for a second, before leaping off with The Plunge (Shooting Star Leg Drop)!!! He lands it perfectly, bouncing off of the downed Warthog, as Thames applauds the man he's training.*

Rockwell: Vaughn saves the day!

Hood: Thames and Zybala have really turned this guy around! Man... could you imagine if The Janitor actually wins Ultimate Survival??

Rockwell: It'd be a shocking outcome for sure, but with Thames behind him, you can no longer say he doesn't have a chance!

*Thames pulls Vaughn over to him, raising his arm to the cheers of the crowd. Vaughn shakes his head and reverses it, grabbing Thames' arm to give him the credit for the victory. The two men turn to leave the ring, leaving behind Warthog, who's still unable to get up. We cut away.*



*We jump over to the office suite of our co-owners, where Jonathan Barrows is looking extremely anxious behind his desk. He stands up, holding his cell phone to his ear as he angrily snaps at whoever's on the other end.*

Jonathan Barrows: I don't care WHAT'S going on with him, I need Tony Savage to get his ass over to the arena! No, he's supposed to be taking out The Big Bifford! He keeps the Tag Titles, I get rid of Bifford, that was the deal!!

*Barrows listens for a few moments, being increasingly agitated.*

Jonathan Barrows: Well, that's just great! You let Savage know that my lawyers will be looking into this, and if he thinks he's keeping the belts now, he's lost his mind!

*Barrows is furious, looking ready to break something as he watches his plans go up in smoke right in front of his eyes.*

Jonathan Barrows: I don't give a damn! What the hell am I supposed to do now??

*Suddenly, there's a massive bang at the door. Jonathan looks up, surprised, as the door gets smashed open, nearly falling off its hinges. On the other side, the enormous hands that just took out the door move backwards, making room for The Reason to step through into the office with a sadistic smile. Behind him, the masked wrestler known as The Empty comes in, breathing heavily & menacingly. Slowly, Barrows begins to smile.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'll have to call you back...

*Barrows lowers the phone to the desk, taking in the force of nature that's entered his suite.*

The Reason: I overheard that you're in the market for... a monster.

*Barrows nods, looking like he's feeling a lot better now, as the picture fades to commercial.*





*We return from the break to the backstage area. Mack O'Connor stands at the sink in his dressing room, casually washing his hands. A moment later Treat Cassidy, his agent, walks into the dressing room. Treat looks confused.*

Treat: Mack?

Mack: Yes?

Treat: What are you doing?

*Mack tilts his head, then gestures down to the sink*

Mack: You know... 'Cause of coronavirus.

Treat: No, no... I mean, good for you. But no. I mean, what are you doing here? You're not scheduled to make an appearance tonight.

Mack: Yeah, but its my job. I have to be here. Isn't that part of my parole?

Treat: Huh?

Mack: I have to be working to stay on parole. So I'm here. I'm working.

Treat: That's not exactly how it works... You know what? Its fine. You're fine.

Mack: Besides, everyone is saying we should be quarantining ourselves. What better place to isolate yourself then here? Got my own room, service at the press of a button, and my own bathroom. Also, the onsite gym here is probably more sanitary than the others.

Treat: Sure. Whatever you say. Did you bring the belt with you?

Mack: What belt?

Treat: The OCW Title. We're unifying the titles, so we need the belt.

Mack: Wait... That wasn't part of the deal.

Treat: Why do you think its such a big deal? Two champions fighting to combine the titles.

Mack: Not happening. That OCW title is mine. If Houston wants it, he can fight me in an OCW ring. Until then its staying above my mantel. I can die in that ring next week, and that belt will be buried with me.

Treat: A tad dramatic, wouldn't you say?

Mack: That's why I make the big bucks.

Treat: I guess.

Mack: But I'm not here to defend the OCW title. I'm here to win the GCWA title. I'm here to prove, once again, that I'm the best in the game. I already cleaned up Duce Jones, and Houston is next. After him, I'd be happy to go through this roster one by one. Could be Vossler, Thomas, Bifford, or even fuckin' Puffer.

Treat: I like the confidence.

*Treat suddenly sneezes, covering his mouth with his hand. Mack stares at him for a moment.*

Treat: What? I covered my mouth.

*Mack points aggressively at the sink.*

Mack: Wash. Your. Fucking. Hands.

*Treat slowly walks to the sink. We cut away.*

Rockwell: So Mack won't allow his OCW Title to be on the line?

Hood: That's sensible. This isn't OCW, so why should Houston get a shot at it?

Rockwell: I suppose, although if Mack wins the GCWA World Title, I'm sure he'll claim they have been unified then.

Hood: Which would be his right, since he'd be holding both of them.

Rockwell: Still...

Hood: Umm... any clue what this is coming out?

Rockwell: What? I.... have no idea...



*A giant wooden fish has been wheeled out on stage. As the stagehands steady it and walk away, Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio begins blaring and the fans give a mixed reaction as The Big Bifford walks out near the fish*

Hood: Yeah.. this.. this doesn't seem suspicious at all.

*Bifford walks out on stage and sees the giant wooden fish. He acts completely surprised and delighted to see it, walking up to the side of it he begins petting the fish and checking the craftsmanship. He pulls a microphone out of his MAGICAL FLEECE.*

Bifford: This is magnificent.. this giant wooden fish.. it reminds me of that time in OCW when I beat Mike Best and became OCW Champion for a third time...

Rockwell: For those of you keeping track, none of that ever happened..

Hood: Shhh.. listen to the man.

Bifford: This must be my gift from The Lost Soul... Well.. TLS, I have a gift for you too.

*Bifford reaches into the MAGICAL FLEECE and produces a vial of toilet bowl cleaner.*

Bifford: I've still got your soul!

*The Lost Soul appears from behind the fish holding a steel chair. He runs at Bifford with a crazed look in his eyes and slams the chair into his gut. Bifford leans down looking up in terror and TLS drops him with a DDT.*

Hood: HE'S ATTACKING THE TEAM CAPTAIN!

Rockwell: He's attacking a man who had him BURIED ALIVE FOR MONTHS... this should surprise nobody.

*As Bifford begins trying to get to his knees and Godspeed by Don Trip begins playing. A trap door in the side of the giant wooden fish opens and Duce Jones walks down the stairs inside the trapdoor. The fans pop huge as the man with the heavily bandaged arm looks around at the crowd.*

Rockwell: DUCE! DUCE IS HERE!

*The Lost Soul, meanwhile, grabs onto Bifford's MAGICAL FLEECE and begins pulling it over his head. Bifford fights to keep the fleece. However, Duce heads over and nails a hard punch to Bifford with his good arm. Bifford looks to be seeing stars and The Lost Soul pulls the MAGICAL FLEECE over his head. The Lost Soul pulls the fleece over his head and stands there, looking ridiculous in the giant fleece that could be worn by four men at once.*

Hood: HE CAN'T DO THAT! THAT'S BIFFORD'S FLEECE!

*Duce reaches down and grabs the microphone Bifford dropped, with his good arm, and lifts it to his mouth.*

Duce Jones: I accept yo' lil invitation t'be on ya team.

*Duce drops the microphone and he and TLS give each other a look. Both men take a few steps back and then launch forward at Bifford, nailing him with a double superkick as Bifford is still on his knees seeing stars. Bifford falls back onto his back, totally unconscious.*

Hood: This is not fair!

Rockwell: Neither is burying a man alive for months!

*The Lost Soul reaches into the giant fleece and pulls out a bag of MAGICAL CONFETTI. He hands it to Duce Jones, who looks like he's not sure exactly what he's supposed to do with the confetti.*

Rockwell: Things can't get much worse for Bifford here...

*Alive by Corvyx begins playing and Dangerous Dan emerges from the side of the fish.*

Hood: Oh yeah they can..

*The crowd goes wild for Dangerous Dan and he looks around from the stairs on the side of the fish, smiling at the crowd. He reaches back into the fish and pulls out THE MIGHTY SCYTHE. The crowd goes wild as Dan lifts the scythe in the air.*

Rockwell: For those of you who are new fans, Bifford and Dan's rivalry is legendary.. They've wrestled more times than I think any two wrestlers ever have... with a very one sided win/loss streak.

Hood: Entirely one sided... but now they've stolen all of Bifford's secret weapons! The Lost Soul has the MAGICAL FLEECE! Dangerous Dan has THE MAGICAL CONFETTI! And now Dan.. Dan has THE MIGHTY SCYTHE! He must have stolen it from Bifford's locker room!

*Dangerous Dan walks down the stairs from the giant wooden fish and up to Duce and TLS. Duce holds the microphone up to Dan's mouth.*

Dangerous Dan: I accept... I'll be on your team... but don't get me wrong... I don't like you.

*Dangerous Dan walks over the lifeless corpse of Bifford and lifts the scythe into the air. He then slams the handle of the scythe (because murder really isn't allowed on television anymore) down into Bifford's stomach. Bifford grabs his gut and rolls onto his side.*

Rockwell: Well, Bifford's got his team...

Hood: With enemies like these, who needs... wait.. with friends like these... wait...

Rockwell: Don't try to figure it out, Hood... Bifford's got a team that hates him... and he hates his team... only Bifford could come up with this and it could only happen right here in the GCWA!

*Dan holds up the scythe, TLS proudly wears the scythe and Duce throws a handful of confetti in the air as the scene fades to darkness/commercial.*





*Ed Houston is backstage with the GCWA Championship just in the picture, around his waist. He has a microphone in his hand.*

Ed Houston: GCWA Universe I hope you all are doing fantastic tonight! I haven't been around as much as I would like to be. I have to admit I've been going through some personal stuff but I want you all to know that every time I'm able to step inside that ring, it all goes away. At this point, it is the only place that I feel normal and I want to thank you all for that.

*You can hear some cheers from the fans in the arena.*

Ed Houston: Ultimate Survival is next week and this title match is going to be just that. Mack O'Connor is tough mostly because he's so drunk all the time, he has no idea what's going on anyway. I've faced him before and even though I won our last encounter it pushed me to my limit. That Ed Houston isn't nearly as strong as I am now. I've grown here in GCWA. I've found myself a home. I've connected with you all in a way that I couldn't in OCW. So I'm going to continue to fight the good fight for all of you. If an outsider is going to grab this championship, I'm going to make sure it's because he goes through such a war that he deserves to be called the best in GCWA. With how much he's been avoiding GCWA since becoming the number one contender, I don't think he'll be strong enough. I don't think he'll be ready for the flight lesson I'm going to give him. At the end of the day, I expect to hear the same countdown that everyone heard against The Big Bifford and then again against Dylan Thomas, followed by the wonderful phrase, "Your winner and STILL GCWA World Champion, Ed Houston!"

*Houston drops the mic, raises the GCWA World Championship once more to accent the point and then heads off screen as the scene fades away, taking us to ringside.*

Rockwell: Ed Houston looks extremely prepared to defend his title at Ultimate Survival!

Hood: He's just keeping that belt warm until Dylan Thomas can get back to him.

Rockwell: Or Dave Branson...

Hood: Stop trying to stir up trouble for the A-List!

Rockwell: Hey, 24 wrestlers have the opportunity to become the #1 contender, Hood. That puts the odds against anyone, including Dylan Thomas.

Hood: One's going to win, and Thomas is the most obvious candidate!

Rockwell: We'll see on Sunday! For now, though, a championship is on the line tonight!


GCWA Unified X Division Title Match
Mike Zybala(c) (3-3) vs. Erin Gordon (2-0)

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

*The crowd pops, ready for a title defense to finish off the evening.*

Minos: 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: Gordon won this opportunity last week with her victory over "The Natural" Ryot, giving her the chance to take on the current champion.

Hood: Man, I can't say I've normally rooted for Gordon, but tonight, let's go Oncoming Storm!

Rockwell: You'd do almost anything to see Zybala go down, wouldn't you, Hood?

Hood: I'm so tired of being scared....

Minos: Her opponent... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Buffalo, New York... here is the owner of Outsiders Championship Wrestling, and the current GCWA Unified X Division Champion... Mike Zybala!!

*"Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. plays, with the fans giving a mixed reaction for the coming of the Outsiders owner. The lights go out, blacking the arena (and causing another small scream from Hood). With the lights come back up, Zybala is now standing in the middle of the ring, smiling. The X Division Title is strapped around his waist. He goes to each corner, saluting the crowd, before settling down.*

Rockwell: Zybala was very upset at another wrestling organization using similar gimmicks to his own.

Hood: Who cares about them? We're the #1 wrestling business in the world!

Rockwell: I think some people might argue differently on that, Hood.

Hood: But this is the only company that has me. So, therefore... we're #1! We're #1

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Can Zybala retain in his first GCWA title defense?

Hood: Gordon's going to banish him! I know it!

Rockwell: You mean defeat him?

Hood: No! Banish! Exorcise! Bust the ghost! Whatever it takes!

*Gordon sets herself near the center of the ring, looking to lock up with the champion. Zybala just smiles, before turning to the crowd and raising his arms. The lights go out again, and when they come back, Zybala's now on the other side of the ring! Gordon turns towards him, not impressed. She moves towards him... and the lights go out again! When they come back up, Zybala's now on the far turnbuckle, just standing there. The crowd gives a cheer, loving the 'real deal' taking place in the ring. Gordon stands where she is, wanting Zybala to just come to her so that they can get started. Zybala isn't satisfied yet, though, as he points towards the sky once again. The lights go out a third time, staying down a little longer to the cheers of the crowd, and then when they come back up, Zybala's not anywhere in the ring! Gordon looks around, expecting an attack from behind, but he's not there.*

Rockwell: Mike Zybala showing he's the king of darkness disappearances!

Hood: Dammit, what's he trying to prove?

Mike Zybala: I'm proving that this is MY gimmick now, Hood!

Hood: AAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!

*Hood falls out of his chair, as Zybala's now standing between the two announcers, somehow having gotten a headset on. Gordon, in the ring, looks out and spots him, pointing him out to the referee. The ref, used to things like this by now, starts up a count, as Zybala stays next to Rockwell and Hood for a few moments.*

Mike Zybala: How have you been, Adrian?

Rockwell: I've got nothing to complain about. Oh, I hadn't had the chance yet, congrats on your title win.

Mike Zybala: Thanks, it's been a real honor to be the Unified X Division Cham...

Hood: GO AWAY!!! GO WRESTLE, GOD DAMN IT!!

Mike Zybala: What's wrong with Hood?

Rockwell: Too long a conversation. But you do need to get back to the ring if you don't want to be counted out.

Mike Zybala: Right. It's been fun!

*Zybala puts down the headset right next to Hood, who cringes away. The lights then go out again, getting another shout from Hood. After a few seconds, they come back up, with a confused referee noting that Zybala is now standing in front of Erin Gordon. He ends his count, as Gordon steps back, prepared. Zybala nods to her, then offers a handshake. After looking to the crowd, Gordon accepts, shaking his hand. The two then circle each other, getting set to lock up.*

Rockwell: That was a nice change of pace...

Hood: Fuck, my heart won't stop beating fast... why won't it stop...

Rockwell: Deep breaths, Hood. Let's just call the match like we always do...

Hood: Damn you, Zybala...

*Gordon and Zybala lock up finally, with Zybala managing to whip Gordon towards the ropes. As Gordon returns, Zybala tries for a chop, but Gordon ducks under it, running to the other side. She leaps onto the ropes and flies back, going for a crossbody, but Zybala rolls, missing it. Gordon hits the mat with her hands on landing, saving herself from any serious damage. She's back up and turning to Zybala, but the X Division Champ is already coming back in, leaping and hitting a flying forearm that knocks Gordon backwards! Zybala jumps back up, running over to where Gordon is trying to recover, and locks her up, taking her over with a German suplex. Zybala then makes the first cover of the match... 1... 2.. and Gordon quickly kicks out, refusing to give up her shot at the title that easily.*

Rockwell: The champ isn't looking too bad, is he, Hood?

Hood: Shut up. It's still early.

Rockwell: I'm just saying, Zybala is impressive so far...

Hood: ...

*Zybala has Gordon back up now, shooting her back into the ropes. He drops his shoulder to toss her, but Gordon rotates over him, landing on her feet. She then grabs Zybala's head from behind, surprising him with the Downpour (Head Pull Backbreaker)!! Zybala's down, as Gordon pulls herself to her feet. She hauls Zybala up, having gotten an opportunity to take over. She shoves Zybala into the corner and climbs up him, punching away. But Zybala grabs her by the legs and lifts, sending Gordon up and over the ropes! She lands on the apron, partially saving herself, although it was still a hard landing. She pulls herself up, but Zybala leaps over the top rope, sunset-flipping over her and threatening to take her to the floor!!! Gordon hangs on desperately to the ropes, so Zybala readjusts around, yanking on her feet instead to cause Gordon to fall jaw-first onto the apron!! Gordon collapses to the floor, as Zybala nods to Hood before going up on the apron himself. He positions, looking back, before jumping with a moonsault off the apron! But Gordon somehow gets her knees up, and Zybala takes a hard hit upon landing!*

Rockwell: Both are down outside after some furious action!

Hood: Can the belt change hands on countout?

Rockwell: Of course not, Hood!

Hood: Just this once? Please? Mr. Barrows, make it happen!

*Gordon manages to be the first one up, holding her side. She goes to grab Zybala, knowing that the title won't be hers if Zybala is counted out, no matter what Hood wants. She rolls him into the ring and follows, pulling herself in. Zybala tries getting up quickly enough, but Gordon is just waiting for him, latching onto him and taking him down into Twist'er Off (Arm Triangle submission)!!! Gordon hangs on tightly on the mat, as Zybala fights against the hold. The referee moves around to Zybala's side, checking on him to see if he wants to give up. Zybala shakes his head, refusing, then suddenly points upwards... and the lights go out again!! The crowd anxiously awaits what's happening, as the lights come back... and Zybala now has Gordon locked in the Annie Wilkes Special (Single-Leg Boston Crab/Ankle Lock Combo)!!! Gordon is in awful pain as she fights for the ropes, with Zybala somehow back in control.*

Hood: How?? How does he do that??

Rockwell: Gordon in a ton of trouble, can she escape the AWS?

*With the referee watching closely, Gordon starts rocking herself forward, somehow countering the pressure from Zybala. This allows her to inch along the mat, refusing to submit, until she finally sticks a hand on the bottom rope, causing the break! The fans cheer, even as Zybala instantly lets go. He looks pleased with Gordon's fight, leaning down to talk to her for a minute. He might be once again offering her a spot on his Outsiders team, due to her willingness to keep going. Gordon answers by grabbing Zybala by the head and tugging him downwards into a cradle!! The ref drops... 1... 2.. and Zybala gets himself out of the pinning predicament! He hops up, grabbing onto the weary Gordon and yanking her into position for dropping with a Russian leg sweep! Gordon's down, even as Zybala looks towards the turnbuckle.*

Rockwell: Zybala almost made a title-costing mistake by talking with Gordon there.

Hood: He's so desperate, because no one other than the Janitor will team with him!

Rockwell: Be as it may, he's also seemingly on his way to retaining the championship.

Hood: Damn it.

*Gordon's still down in the ring, as Zybala has made his way to the top turnbuckle. He doesn't pause long, just giving a smile before leaping off with a swanton bomb, perfectly nailing Gordon with amazing accuracy! Zybala pops back up, looking like he's ready to lock this one down. He moves to the side, preparing himself, even as Gordon tries to sit up. She's still got some fight left to her, but she doesn't know what Zybala is currently up to. As Gordon rises, Zybala braces himself, set to run forward for the SUPERKICK!! But as Zybala starts forward, he suddenly is tripped, falling forwards to the canvas! The referee turns that way, surprised, even as the crowd starts to boo heavily. The man who grabbed Zybala jumps up on the apron, coming through the ropes... showing it to be Dylan Thomas!! He points to his A-List Fixer, Dave Branson, to go to work, and the two men start stomping away on Zybala, as the referee scrambles to get the bell rung!*

Minos: Here is your winner via DQ... and still the GCWA Unified X Division Champion... Mike Zybala!!

Rockwell: It's a beatdown!

Hood: YES!!! Let's go A-List!! I love you guys!!

Rockwell: An unprovoked attack, as it looks like they're trying to take out their toughest opponent before we even get to Ultimate Survival!!



*Branson hauls Zybala up, holding onto him as Thomas peppers him with shots. The fans are upset, but they soon start cheering as Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn comes running down the aisle, intent on helping out his Outsiders boss! He springboards in, flying right into Branson with a Phenomenal Elbow, knocking Branson away! Vaughn then starts swinging wildly at Thomas, letting out a ton of energy!!*

Rockwell: The Janitor's gone wild!!

Hood: Not for long, look who's joining the party!!

*PerZag and Ryot are seen coming down the aisle. They slide in and go after Vaughn, with the two quickly overwhelming him with the double-team. The crowd is unhappy again, even as PerZag orders Ryot to help him lift Vaughn up into the air. PerZag then uses the extra boost to add even more force to The Worthiest Move Of All (Powerbomb into Double Knee Backbreaker)!!! Vaughn is out, with Ryot quickly kicking him out of the ring. They then turn to where Zybala is trying to get up. Zybala starts throwing right hands, but the numbers are too great, with the four men surrounding him, punching and kicking away!*

Rockwell: It's a mugging! A straight-out mugging!!

Hood: It's the greatest thing I've ever seen!

*Suddenly, Thomas goes flying from a strike from behind, levelling him. PerZag turns, surprised, but gets met with the Stiff Breeze!! Erin Gordon, recovered, is now attacking all four men, fighting them off of Zybala!!*

Hood: What the hell?? What's Gordon doing?? She's RUINING it!

Rockwell: Either she's mad to have been cost her title shot, or she just doesn't like to see four-on-one!

Hood: Well, the odds are STILL against her!

*Ryot gets back in control on Gordon, angrily letting out some of his frustration at having lost to her last week. He drives her back, trying to get her in position for RYOT Time (Shining Wizard)!! Branson, meanwhile, is trying to keep Zybala down, not exactly an easy task even for a man of his size. The A-List team members are starting to get back control, though, when suddenly a masked man comes running down to join in.*

Hood: And who's THIS??

Rockwell: It's Dexter Montgomery, aka Dex, one of our newest signees!!

Hood: What the fuck is he doing??

*Dex jumps into the ring, immediately punching away at Ryot and PerZag to drive them away from Gordon. Branson, with Zybala in his grasp, turns that way, dragging Zybala with him as he heads towards the brawl. Thomas, though, suddenly lets out a yell, pointing, and everyone turns and sees Peter Vaughn painfully up on the turnbuckle! The Janitor leaps off, sacrificing his body with a crossbody into the pile that takes everyone down! The fans are loving it, as everyone struggles to pull themselves back together.*

Rockwell: We're ending tonight with chaos!

Hood: Get up, Dylan! You can take them all!

Rockwell: Ultimate Survivor is going to be insane! Good night, everyone! Be safe out there!

*Thomas, having seen the attack coming, took the least damage, and is now back on his feet. He grabs hold of Vaughn, dragging him up and slapping him across the face, angry at him for getting involved. He sets Vaughn up, wanting to take him down with the Perfect Finisher... but "Not Gonna Die" by Skillet begins to play, causing Thomas to turn and stare as Lucas "The Icon" Thames starts coming towards the ring!! Thomas goes to pull Branson up, wanting to get him ready, but Zybala attacks both from behind! Ryot and Gordon are going at it again, while PerZag and Dex are fighting. Security, surprisingly, is nowhere to be found as the brawl continues all the way through credits and the fade out.*

OOC: It's been a rapid race to the finish, but we're set for Ultimate Survival! Looking forward to see all the amazing roleplays that are about to come out, making this likely the toughest decisions I've had to make in the GCWA since its return! It's also going to be the tightest window I've had, since I really can't do much to finish matches until all the roleplays are in Thursday. So, y'know, if you want to post earlier, I wouldn't mind *lol*. Remember to post under the PPV section on the RP board! Good luck!

GCWA Presents - Ultimate Survival III

LIVE! Friday, March 22nd, 2020

From the American Airlines Arena, Miami, Florida

Mid-Card

Team A-List (Dylan Thomas, Dave Branson, PerZag, & Ryot) vs. Team Outsiders (Mike Zybala, Erin Gordon, Dexter Montgomery, & Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn), Ultimate Survival Qualifying match

Team Bifford (The Big Bifford, Dangerous Dan, Duce Jones, & The Lost Soul) vs. Team Barrows (The Empty, Phoenix Chadwick, Anderson Haze, & Aaron Warthog), Ultimate Survival Qualifying match

Team Puffer (Jack Puffer, Curt Canon, Alice Knight, & Tony The Spider) vs. Team Depth (John E Depth, Noah Hanson, Vincent Langston, & EHUD of MOAB), Ultimate Survival Qualifying match

Ed Houston(c) vs. Mack O'Connor, GCWA World Heavyweight Title match

Main Event

Ultimate Survival Finals

Roleplaying will be from Friday, March 13th to Thursday, March 19th, giving you 7 days to post two roleplays. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count. You may only post one roleplay per day.

Good luck to all!