GCWA Friday Night Inferno



*We're getting deeper into the quarantine now. It's, what, Day 17? Day 18? Hell if I know. They're all starting to blend together. People are losing their jobs, business are likely staying closed, and if the President is to be believed, we still haven't even hit the peak of this thing. But hey, that's not what you're here for, is it? You need an escape. You need a wonderful place to be. And you know what? We've got that. In spades. Welcome to Friday Night Inferno, your home away from insanity.*

*The GCWA logo comes and goes, fading away as we head into blackness for our usual, voice-over opener. The voice of Deana Barrows starts us off, her slick voice coming through loud and clear.*

Deana Barrows: The GCWA World Heavyweight Title... is now at an impass...

*Video runs, showing the current World Champion, Mack O'Connor, holding up the belt alongside the OCW World Title.*

Deana Barrows: Who has the greatest right to challenge for this prestigious honor? The former champion who feels his gold was lost on a fluke?

*Ed Houston is pictured, flying through the air as he goes for the Blastoff, only to have O'Connor turn it into a shocking roll-up for the championship win. Houston's shown from last Friday, demanding another opportunity at the belt due to the rematch clause in his contract.*

Deana Barrows: Is it the man who was once announced as the Ultimate Survivor winner, who has been barred from his potentially rightful claim as the #1 contender?

*We see the events of Bifford winning at Ultimate Survival, including taking out referee Hunter Barrows with the Biff End. Bifford's emergence last week is shown, with his mic failing to work for him due to Jonathan Barrows' interference.*

Deana Barrows: Or is the man proclaimed by management the 'true' Ultimate Survivor, who has taken the GCWA by storm?

*We see PerZag appearing at the end of last week's Inferno at the announcement from Jonathan Barrows, cockily getting the U.S. Trophy brought out to him. The images continue to fly, showing Bifford fighting his way through security towards PerZag, while Houston and O'Connor faced off in the ring.*

Deana Barrows: At this point, there are many paths that can be taken. Many journeys that all lead to the same location: the top of the mountain. The New Era... continues its journey...

*Deana smiles towards the camera, leaning towards it. 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. Blastoff. The Worthiest Move Of All. The Sound of Silence. Under The Lights. One Shot, One Kill. The Biff End. The Perfect Finisher. Hollow Point. Each as impressive as you would expect. In the center of the flames, an image of the current GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, Mack O'Connor, appears, smirking as he stares into the camera. The fury of the flames overtakes the champion, as he disappears from sight. "Legend" from the Score then plays, leading us into the beginning of Inferno!*

"BANG BANG, BANG BANG, BANG BANG, THIS FIRE'S A WEAPON... BANG BANG, BANG BANG, BANG BANG, WON'T STOP 'TIL WE'RE LEGEND!"

*Throughout the flames, images of the various wrestlers competing in the company flash by, some doing their signature maneuvers, others posing for the camera. As the music hits a crescendo, the screen blows apart, and we return to the GCWA Arena in Dallas, Texas! The fans are still cheering loudly as we come into the arena, although it looks like there are even fewer people willing to brave the weekly event in order to cheer for their favorite wrestlers. The most loyal fans are still there, though, separated out and screaming their heads off as the pyro ignites. We head down to ringside to join Adrian Rockwell & Hood.*

Rockwell: Welcome to Fright Night Inferno!! The show that keeps going no matter what the hell is going on out there!

Hood: I thought I might have a fever, Adrian, but the thermometer told me it was just Wrestling Fever!

Rockwell: Fuck, don't joke about that, I was about to get the hell away from you!

Hood: What? Wrestling fever is a thing!

Rockwell: We've got a massive card here tonight, including two mega matches! Alice Knight goes for revenge against The Big Bifford in what will be a Hall of Fame type match! And in our main event, The A-List gets their opportunity at the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles, held by the returning Brady Vega & his partner, Tony Savage!

Hood: I can't wait! The A-List is going to rule all!

Rockwell: You've said that before, Hood.

Hood: And I'm going to keep saying it until it comes true, goddammit!

Rockwell: Along with that, we've got The Lost Soul taking on Ryot, The Empty in action, and Madhouse Madi making her GCWA debut!

Hood: A lot of shit going down tonight!

Rockwell: And I'm looking forward to every minute of it!



*We see a limousine pull up at the GCWA arena and everyone turns to the screen in anticipation.*

Rockwell: I wonder who this is?

*A few minutes go by of not much happening as the camera stays on the car. Eventually the back of the car swings open and out steps 'The A-List Fixer' Dave Branson. The crowd boos.*

Hood: YES! THE A-LIST ARE HERE!!

Rockwell: Calm down Hood! You're going to have a heart attack!

Hood: I had my medication. I - Shut up!

Rockwell: Hahahahaha

Hood: You sound like Tony The Spider.

Rockwell: .....

*Dave leans into the car and helps a now very pregnant Lissandra out of the car.*

Lissandra: Oof. Thank-you David.

*Dave nods and peers back into the car.*

Hood: Where's Dylan?

Rockwell: I'm not sure.

*Lissandra peers into the car and taps her foot impatiently.*

Lissandra: Come on honey, you're being ridiculous now.

*We hear something from inside the car but can't really make it out. It's like a muffled voice but we can't really tell yet. After a few moments Dave reaches into the car and pulls out Dylan who is currently in a biohazard suit but in gold.*

Hood: What the fuck?!

Dylan: Mmmph!

Lissandra: For God's sake, take that off! I can't hear you! You can't wrestle in that anyway...

*Dylan shakes his head -well his whole body actually. Lissandra rolls her eyes and motions for Dave to remove the helmet. Dave does so and Dylan gasps for air like Buzz Lightyear in Toy Story.*

Dylan: Lissie!

Lissandra: Don't Lissie me! Come on you've a match to win! Dave, the door.

*Dave gets ahead of the couple, opening the door. Dylan shakes his head following Lissandra through the door of the arena. We cut away but as we do, we hear Dylan say....*

Dylan: Well maybe you're not taking this seriously enough baby...

*And Lissandra chuckle.*

Hood: What's up with Dylan?

Rockwell: I think he's paranoid about Coronavirus....


Singles Match
John E Depth (0-1) vs. Madhouse Madi (0-0)

Minos: Our first contest is set for one fall... introducing first, standing 6'2" and weighing 230 lbs... from Hollywood, Florida... here is John E. Depth!!

*"Bad Touch" by Bloodhound Gang hits! Depth emerges from behind the curtain looking as sleazy as ever. With a lollipop hanging from his mouth, he struts down the ramp. He's sporting a floral speedo and an unbuttoned floral shirt. His hairy chest is all oiled up. He pauses, noticing a few women at ringside. They aren't particularly attractive. They just have tits. He lowers the aviator shades covering his eyes and removes a few business cards from his speedo. He hands them over and says, "Call me." Depth turns and hustles toward the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope. He pops to his feet and mimes a 'reeling' motion, as though he's filming the fans.*

Rockwell: Depth took a painful kick between the legs last week from Madhouse Madi, although I don't think it was quite as bad as he made it out to be.

Hood: You've been... kicked there, right?

Rockwell: Yes, I have, and it hurts, but unless there's a tear or something, it shouldn't be hurting for a long time afterwards.

Hood: But Madi is Mad... that means more damage.

Rockwell: I suppose it's possible... right now, though, Depth looks like he's moving normally.

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'4" and weighing 130 lbs... Fresh from Social Media... making her GCWA Debut... here is Madhouse Madi!!

* "Smells Like Teen Spirit" - Nirvana hits as Madhouse Madi smiles and waves to the crowd as she comes in wearing a Madhouse Madi shirt over her ring gear. She comes near ringside and high-fives the fans. She then selects one fan ringside to dance to while she removes her Madi shirt and revealing her black and red ring outfit, and gives the shirt to the fan.*

Hood: It's so sad...

Rockwell: What?

Hood: If Depth had just asked Madi to dinner first, this all could have been avoided.

Rockwell: I don't think Depth ever had dinner as an option.

Hood: Well, he should have. It would have been better than taking the Game Over.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Time to see if Madhouse Madi has a place here in the GCWA!

Hood: This isn't just a game!

*Hood & Rockwell look at each other, look towards the screen, look back at each other and shrug.*

Rockwell: Let's get going!

*Madhouse Madi leans over the ropes, waving at the fans. They seem pretty appreciative of the way she's leaning. She turns back, preparing for Depth, who still hasn't left his corner. He appears to suddenly be in a great deal of pain. He slowly turns around, shuffling his feet, while keeping his legs pressed together. Madhouse Madi raises an eyebrow at him, with Depth waving his hand, saying he'll be there in a few moments. He gingerly moves towards the center of the ring, wincing with every step. The fans, apparently enjoying it, start an "Ow! My Balls!" chant, earning a glare to the side from Depth as he struggles forward.*

Rockwell: What's Depth playing at?

Hood: Have you NO sympathy, Adrian? The man got kicked in the family jewels, after all!

Rockwell: Yeah... last week! And he was fine when he came to the ring!

Hood: Seeing Madhouse gave him PTSD! Post-Testicles Smashed Disorder!!

*The referee moves in, asking if Depth is okay, but Depth just shakes his head, groaning a little. The referee looks outside, possibly thinking about contacting a medic, but Depth doesn't want one. He says he's ready to compete, in spite of the pain he's feeling. The referee talks to him, confused about what's going on but not wanting someone competing when they could make an injury worse. Madhouse Madi steps forward, telling the ref to just back off, not believing Depth. She was right to distrust him, as Depth surprisingly grabs her by the head and drops back with a cradle, holding her down!! The referee drops for the count... 1... 2... NO! Madhouse Madi escapes!*

Hood: For a second, I thought Depth wouldn't be able to compete!

Rockwell: He was obviously faking, Hood! And it almost worked!

Hood: All I saw is a brave man fighting on in spite of testicular agony!

*Both wrestlers have jumped back up, with Depth shrugging towards a surprised Madhouse Madi. He says something about it being worth a try, before trying a punch. Madi blocks it, though, then starts throwing her own shots, getting a kick to Depth's stomach! She then grabs for his head, wanting the Game Over (Stunner)!! But Depth quickly pushes her away, almost diving under the ropes to get out of the ring. He stands out there, facing the audience, as he points to his head, knowing how smart he is. What he doesn't see is that Madhouse Madi has gone out the side adjacent to them and is coming around to him! As Depth turns, Madi nails him with a forearm to the head, then grabs hold of his head and takes a few steps, landing Make Believe (Running Bulldog) on the outside!! Depth's down and hurt, as Madi hops back up, smiling again at the crowd.*

Rockwell: Madi may look like your typical game streamer, but she's got the skills to compete here in the GCWA!

Hood: You're sure about that? After one move?

Rockwell: Hey, I have an eye for talent!

Hood: Didn't you like that Dexter Montgomery?

Rockwell: Oh, c'mon, don't throw that in my face...

*With the crowd cheering, Madhouse Madi does a quick bow before turning back and pulling Depth up. She gets him into the ring and follows, stepping over him to try for President Evil (Camel Clutch)! As she gets positioned, though, Madi suddenly gets lifted up as Depth lifts up, getting to his feet with Madi on his shoulders! He looks up at her, a big smile on his face as he gets to hold her legs. Madi punches down, hitting Depth in the head, stunning him for a second. She swings a couple more times, but Depth steps forward and drops back, slamming Madi backwards to the canvas! Depth gets back up, dropping a quick elbow on Madi before making the cover... 1... 2... but Madi kicks out in time.*

Rockwell: Depth looked way too happy at having Madhouse Madi on his shoulders.

Hood: It probably gave him a new idea for a porn movie. The guy's always thinking ahead!

*Depth has Madhouse Madi back up now, positioning her for one of his favorite moves, the atomic drop. He smirks at the camera before lifting her up, no, Madi manages to readjust and fall behind Depth, grabbing him on the way down to twist him into a roll-up! The ref, out of position, darts in... 1... 2... but Depth manages to kick free! Both wrestlers get up, with Depth kicking at Madi to regain control. He grabs her by the head, getting a little too close to her face with a smile, before taking her to go for a short-arm clothesline. But Madi manages to get underneath the swing, and as a surprised Depth turns, she latches onto him and drops with Press Play (Snap DDT)!! Depth's down, knocked senseless, as Madi gets up and quickly hits the ropes, leaping off with another big move, Happy Wheels (Lionsault)!!! She lands it perfectly, with Depth having the air knocked out of him. Madi makes the cover... 1... 2... and Depth just barely escapes in time!*

Rockwell: We're seeing quite a repetoire from a lady who normally just plays video games in front of a camera!

Hood: Did you see that Princess Peach costume she wore? I've never wanted to be a plumber more in my life!

Rockwell: Disturbing as always, Hood.

Hood: I've got more! She was like a mushroom, she made me gr-

Rockwell: Back to the match!

*Madhouse Madi gets back up, looking like she's had enough of the man she's fighting. She turns to the crowd, firing them up, waiting for Depth to rise for the finish. As Depth finally gets to his feet, Madi comes in, kicking at him, no, Depth catches the foot! He smirks, throwing Madi's foot aside to get her off-balance, and comes in for the Rough Cut (Diamond Cutter)!! But no, Madi pushes him off, sending Depth staggering into the ropes. As he returns, Madi kicks out again, this time catching him in the gut! Depth bends over, right into position, as Madi yanks him down with GAME OVER!!! Depth stands straight up, his mouth open. He stays there for a few seconds before finally toppling over to the mat, out cold! Madhouse Madi makes the cover, holding the leg, with the referee sliding in... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Madhouse Madi!!

Rockwell: Madhouse Madi has a successful debut!

Hood: Damn, I thought Depth might be able to reverse it there at the end.

Rockwell: Depth will have to go back to his next feature, whatever it is, without the services of Madhouse Madi!

Hood: Too bad. It would have been high-quality.

Rockwell: Congrats to Madi, and here's hoping we see her have a great career in the GCWA!

*Madhouse Madi happily celebrates her victory, leaving the ring and talking with a bunch of the fans at ringside. She looks like she's had the thrill of a lifetime. In the meantime, Depth is trying to recover. He's still got a partial smile on his face, having at least gotten to wrestle a woman. We cut away.*



*We cut to the back, where we see PerZag walking along the hallway. He looks extremely cocky at the moment, smiling at a few of the women giggling nearby. He's just lucky Rhiannon is back in the locker room. So are the women. As PerZag turns the corner, he stops, coming face-to-face with the GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, Mack O'Connor! The fans can be heard cheering as the two men stare at each other. PerZag's smile, if anything, grows bigger as he looks at the belt.*

PerZag: Hello, Mack.

Mack O'Connor: PerZag...

*The two men stand there for a few seconds, with the fans anticipating a sudden brawl. But the two men slowly pass each other, walking away from the other. PerZag stops after a few steps.*

PerZag: Be seeing you soon, Mack.

*PerZag then keeps walking away. O'Connor, smirking, starts on as well. We fade out.*







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Singles Match
Aaron Warthog (2-9) vs. The Empty (1-1)

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

"Everyone knows I'm Hog Wild!"

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

Rockwell: Warthog, shockingly, has gotten two pinfall victories in recent weeks. He scored one at Ultimate Survival over Duce Jones, then he shockingly took down Erin Gordon last week.

Hood: He also seems to make a damn good plate of pasta!

Rockwell: Yeah, I admit, he made me hungry for my favorite Italian restaurant... which is closed right now...

Hood: Damn quarantine. You could always pick up some Fazoli's.

Rockwell: I'm not that desperate...

Minos: His opponent... standing 7'0" and weighing 358 lbs... from Parts Best Left Unknown... with The Reason... here is The Empty!!

"I wanna be Jekyll but I'm always fucking Hyde!"

*This is the first line of "Jekyll & Hyde" by Five Finger Death Punch to break the silence before the curtain gets pushed out of the way. Strobe lights move and flicker to the beat and guitar riffs of the song. The Reason leads The Empty out from behind the curtain, the former stoic yet buzzing with sadistic glee. The Empty, once seeing the squared circle in front of him, stretches its arms out with a great roaring cry, breathing heavily and menacingly.*

*Without warning, it charges into the ring and stares at its opponents and teammates alike with a deep-seated hatred and desire for destruction. Its posture screams aggression as it leans forward, fingers clenching into barrel-like fists before releasing, squeezing all the muscles in its arms with each fist made.*

Rockwell: The Empty is already picking targets to take out here at the GCWA.

Hood: I really wouldn't want to have a guy who gets whipped regularly for 'training' coming after me.

Rockwell: The Reason had a strong list of wrestlers, including Brady Vega and Ryot. But tonight, he's going against his partner from Ultimate Survival.

Hood: Even then, The Empty was ready to destroy Warthog. If I was Aaron, I'd run as soon as the bell rings and get out of there.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: He doesn't appear to be fleeing, Hood...

Hood: Run, Warthog! Run!

*But Warthog isn't racing to the exit. Instead, he's standing confidently, nodding towards The Empty. He steps forward, pulling something out of his pocket. He lets it unfurl, falling to the mat... it's a horsewhip!! The referee immediately moves in, shaking his head, but Warthog won't let him take it away. Instead. Warthog approaches The Empty, who doesn't move a muscle. The Reason watches from outside, a strange look on his face, as Warthog gets in front of The Empty. He then lifts up the whip... handing it to The Empty! The big man takes it almost on instinct, looking down at it as Warthog turns his back, bracing himself for the pain!*

Rockwell: What in the world is Warthog doing??

Hood: I think... maybe he's lost his mind from eating too much Italian food?

Rockwell: Well, he said he had a plan coming in... do you think, maybe, he's hoping for a DQ win?

Hood: Hell, that might be the only way he can win, and he's already seen The Empty cost himself a match this way! Genius!

*Warthog hangs onto the ropes, his eyes closed tightly as he awaits the shot that will give him another victory. The referee is between them, ordering The Empty to give him the weapon, but The Empty easily pushes the referee aside. He looks down at the whip again, then up at Warthog, before turning to The Reason, who has gotten up on the apron. The Reason puts his hand out, and The Empty puts the whip into it. The Reason looks at it, admiring the construction of the weapon. He's been in need of a new whip, since the last one has gotten frayed and broken. He nods to The Empty to get to it. Warthog, still braced, slowly peeks through his eyes, wondering what's going on. That's when The Empty locks on his nerve claw, driving Warthog to his knees!!*

Rockwell: No easy way out for Warthog tonight!

Hood: I get his thinking, but he should have known that The Reason would never fall for something like that!

Rockwell: Things are looking bleak for the Warthog's victory streak!

*The referee calls for the break, since Warthog is still clinging to the ropes. At a count of 4, The Empty finally lets go, causing Warthog to slump to the canvas. He tries to roll out of the ring, but The Empty grabs him, dragging him back in. Warthog tries to beg off, telling The Empty to remember what good teammates they made at Ultimate Survival. This just seems to infuriate The Empty, who throws Warthog into the ropes and catches him on the way back with a Black Hole Slam!!! Warthog flops on the mat like a dying fish, his spinal cord probably sending out all kinds of signals. The Empty gets back to his feet with ease, standing over Warthog. With a great show of strength, the monster reaches down and pulls Warthog back up, lifting him into the air and delivering a thunderous two-handed chokeslam!!*

Hood: Fuck!! Did you see how easily he lifted Warthog??

Rockwell: Warthog is a heavyweight for sure, but The Empty is tossing him around like he's only 100 pounds!

Hood: I'm genuinely scared of this man...

*The Empty has dropped to the mat, now, working over Warthog with stiff shots to the head. Warthog is being punished, as he desperately looks for any way to escape. The Empty stands back up, while Warthog, now bleeding from a cut above his eye, rolls to his stomach and starts crawling for the ropes. He almost makes it, only to once again be pulled back into the ring. Warthog is frantic to escape, but he can't kick free, as The Empty starts lifting him up with a giant swing, twirling him around the ring!! The crowd is in awe at seeing such a massive wrestler treated this way. The referee has jumped out of the way, standing on the apron where it's safer, as the giant swing continues. The Empty finally reverses the swing into an Alabama Slam, the final step of the Vortex of Doom!!! Warthog doesn't even know what year it is, staring up at the lights, as The Empty drops to make the cover on him. The ref gets back into the ring... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... The Empty!!

Hood: I know we've seen a lot of people beat Warthog, but it's never been this severe!

Rockwell: The Empty is an extremely powerful force of nature. I hope the rest of the GCWA was watching, because it could take a lot to take this brute down!

*With The Reason entering the ring behind him, The Empty straightens back up. The Reason steps over to Warthog, looking down on him. He dips the whip in the blood dripping from Warthog's forehead, before turning and directing The Empty to follow him. They head out, leaving the destroyed Warthog behind for the medics to come and work on. We cut away.*



*In the backstage area, The Big Bifford is seated at a desk with a plate of three hams in front of him. He looks up at the camera and smiles.*

Bifford: Ladies and gentlemen.. I look forward to, later tonight, defeating Alice Knight for the second time in a month, and showing you all that owl is, in fact, not night. However, before we get to that exciting time, I must address my Ultimate Survival victory. It was clear that I pinned the PerZag and won the event. Therefore I am the Ultimate Survivor. This cannot be questioned..

*Picking up a ham, Bifford brings it to his mouth and takes a bite as though it was an apple. He chews and then swallows in silence.*

Bifford: Should anyone, say a person with the last name Barrows, try to take this Ultimate Survivor title away from me... well.. we all know I'm not above kidnapping family members and all that jazz. So let's just say, set your pride aside and nobody will have died.

*Raising a napkin, Bifford wipes his mouth.*

Bifford: Listen.. I don't like making people I work with "into chicken sandwiches" - but I'm also not above it. I pinned him. I won it. End of story..

*Lifting the ham again, Bifford takes another bite. He chews and swallows, making the home viewer really watch him eat since nothing else is happening at the time.*

Bifford: Also, since my microphone had "technical difficulties" last week.. I would just like to take a moment and express my appreciation for Dangerous Dan, Duce Jones, and The Lost Soul for your involvement in Ultimate Survival... As you know, I picked you because of your incompetence and your inability to wrestle at even a moderately decent level. You're all garbage and I know you will all continue to be losers for the rest of your careers... I again thank you for your part in making me, T! B! B! your GCWA Ultimate Survivor.

*Raising his napkin again, Bifford wipes his mouth as the scene heads back to the ring.*

Rockwell: Should he be eating so much ham before his match?

Hood: Not a question I want answered...

*The two announcers look at each other and both shudder as we go to commercial break.*







*We return backstage to see Johnathan Barrows walking through the hall, looking at papers in his hands, and muttering about this and that. The man has so many ideas and not enough TV time to air them. As this is going on, we see someone heading his way, calling out his name. Barrows stops and looks up from his paperwork, but doesn't seem to recognize this person. As the person nears, Mike Zybala comes out of nowhere and superkicks the hell out of this person, knocking their ass out!! Barrows is shocked! He looks at Zybala, not sure where to start.*

Jonathan Barrows: What are you doing here?! I thought you were in rehab!! Why are you attacking random people?! What the hell, man!?!

*Zybala smirks as he looks at the prone person, then at Barrows.*

Zybala: That dude is from the IRS. I don't know much about why he's here, but I overheard him say the word "audit" in the parking lot while he was on his phone.

*Barrows calms down a bit and looks at t prone body. He ignores the fact that Zybala didn't answer his question about rehab.*

Jonathan Barrows Oh. Then great job!

*Barrows pats Zybala on the shoulder in a genuine manner before walking on. Zybala looks proud. Positive comments from a boss? He never got that from Marcus Welsh. Zybala walks in the opposite direction of Barrows. Everyone has forgotten about the IRS agent as we go back to Hood and Rockwell.*

Hood: Man, I hate Zybala... but I REALLY hate the IRS...

Rockwell: You're in a quandary, but I know you. You'd rather Barrows be happy.

Hood: Yeah... but not happy with Zybala...

Rockwell: True... let's get back to the ring!


Singles Match
The Lost Soul (27-25-2) vs. Ryot (3-2)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... first, coming down to the ring... 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. He then looks behind him, realizing that something is wrong. He steps back through the entrance, grabbing at Lionel and dragging him out. He shoves Lionel ahead of him before marching down. As Lionel looks around nervously, Ryot locks eyes with some fans in the crowd but he pays no mind to them.*

*Lionel ends up next to the ring, while Ryot 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 was pretty insistent that Lionel be down here at ringside for his next few matches.

Hood: He wants to toughen him up! And believe me, the guy needs it!

Rockwell: Maybe, but I think Lionel might be better just sticking to behind the camera, the way he's shaking right now.

Hood: He has nothing to fear! I mean, okay, some of those fans might be contagious, but other than that...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'3" and weighing 235 lbs... he is a former two-time GCWA Intercontinental Champion and GCWA Tag-Team Champion... from Parts Unknown... here is The Lost Soul!!

*The theme to Halloween plays as the lights dim. A spotlight shines on the entrance way as TLS appears. The crowd brings out their phones and turns on their flashlight apps as he makes his way methodically to the ring.*

Rockwell: Word has it The Lost Soul may have been the first GCWA wrestler to have the Coronavirus, but he appears to have fought it off.

Hood: I'm sure that disease never knew what hit it. Who knows what substances have gone through The Lost Soul's bloodstream over the course of his life?

Rockwell: There's even speculation that the cure might be somewhere in his blood.

Hood: Didn't the President say the cure can't be worse than the disease? Because having TLS' blood put into mine sounds worse...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Thankfully, both men are healthy enough to go tonight.

Hood: I'm not sure about Lionel, though. He looks like he's ready to pass out.

*Lionel is shown briefly, as Ryot leans out towards him, yelling at him. He turns back, full of confidence as he approaches The Lost Soul. The veteran looks calm and composed, with the two veterans locking up. The Lost Soul uses his size advantage to move Ryot into the corner, breaking when the referee calls for it. Ryot nods to him, but then kicks out, with TLS catching the leg. Before TLS can do anything with it, though, Ryot snaps up into an enziguri, using the ropes for added leverage as he knocks TLS back! He then comes on the attack with a series of kicks, ending it with a leg sweep that puts TLS on his knees. Ryot then rushes to the ropes, coming back for RYOT Time (Shining Wizard)!! But TLS flattens out, dodging the move, then gets himself back to his feet, with Ryot confidently pointing out how close he was to ending this one quickly.*

Rockwell: Ryot with the early assault on a wrestling legend!

Hood: It doesn't matter how early, it can always be RYOT Time!

Rockwell: True, if Ryot had landed that, we might have had a shockingly quick contest!

*Ryot and The Lost Soul circle each other again, with TLS looking slightly more wary of Ryot's speed. They lock up again, with TLS twisting it into a headlock. Ryot pushes him off, getting them to the ropes. The Lost Soul springs off to the other side, but he stops on the ropes, even as Ryot rebounds from the other side. Ryot, seeing this, leaps at TLS with a crossbody, but TLS' larger size allows him to catch Ryot and quickly twist into a bodyslam, putting him on the canvas. He then immediately drops, throwing a fist right into Ryot's face! "The Natural" sits up, holding a hand across his nose, but this allows TLS to pull him up from behind and bend him back into a dragon sleeper variation! Ryot's immediately struggling to get free, pulling at TLS, and he manages to break the hold before it's fully locked up. Ryot falls to the ropes and looks back at The Lost Soul, who, in spite of the opportunity to show things are evened, doesn't even lower his guard. Ryot takes it in, pulling himself slowly back up.*

Hood: This guy is always an unknown factor in matches like these.

Rockwell: He may not be that fast anymore, but The Lost Soul is one of the strongest minds in the business today. He's always thinking things through.

Hood: And with that mask, you never know how he's even feeling! It's like wrestling a robot! A masked robot! Do they make those?

Rockwell: Not that I know of, Hood...

Hood: Well, they should start... and give me credit for it...

*The two older wrestlers get up, studying each other before coming together again, with Ryot getting a knee shot in to take control. He goes to shoot TLS into the ropes, but TLS reverses it, sending Ryot across instead. TLS drops his shoulder to flip Ryot over him, but Ryot spins and lands on his feet. As soon as The Lost Soul turns around, Ryot lashes out, scoring a super kick!! The Lost Soul slumps backwards to the mat, with Ryot immediately hitting the ropes and running back into him with the V Trigger, knocking him backwards to the mat! With Lionel cheering him on from outside the ring, Ryot drops his weight onto The Lost Soul and covers, with the ref sliding in... 1... 2... but TLS kicks out! Ryot, shaking his head, seemingly thought he had him. He goes off the ropes and comes back, going for a double stomp! But TLS sits up, avoiding it, then grabs the off-balance wrestler from behind and pulls him into a roll up! 1... 2... and Ryot kicks free in time!*

Rockwell: Both wrestlers are looking for a way to get the pin and walk out with the victory!

Hood: That's pretty dumb, Adrian. EVERY wrestler comes into the match looking to walk out the winner!

Rockwell: But some are like Warthog and trying to win via disqualification or countout! These guys want full credit for the win!

Hood: Warthog's completely right! A win is a win! Unless it's a loss...

*The Lost Soul has Ryot up now, sending him towards the ropes and clotheslining him over! Ryot does a flip on the way down, landing mostly on his feet, although he drops to his knees. Lionel comes over to check on him, even as The Lost Soul is running to the ropes and returning. Ryot, seeing him, grabs at Lionel, as TLS comes flying to the outside through the ropes! Lionel goes down in a heap, even as Ryot stumbles away! The Lost Soul gets up, looking at Lionel for a moment before turning and looking at the crowd. He peers into it, as if seeing someone, but he shakes his head and turns back... and Ryot comes leaping off the apron with a diving meteora, putting The Lost Soul down!! Ryot pulls himself up, the fatigue of the contest starting to show. He checks on Lionel, patting his cheek, before turning back and grabbing at the veteran to get him into the ring once more.*

Rockwell: Did Lionel get sacrificed for Ryot??

Hood: I think Ryot was trying to get him out of the way, Adrian. He just wasn't quick enough to save him!

Rockwell: I don't know that I buy that, but okay...

Hood: So who do you think TLS was looking at?

Rockwell: I thought maybe I heard a "Hurry up, Babe!" from the crowd...

Hood: Oh, please, please be an April Fools' joke!

*With The Lost Soul laying in the ring, Ryot positions himself near the ropes, springing himself up to the top before leaping off with a moonsault, landing it perfectly onto TLS!! The fans cheer the move, even as Ryot stays on top for the pin... 1... 2... but TLS escapes, getting a shoulder up before the three count can hit. Ryot, looking annoyed, gets up and hits the ropes, even as The Lost Soul tries to push himself up. But Ryot flies in, landing a single leg basement dropkick that hits TLS right in the mask! The wrestler, stunned, still follows his instincts and works back to his feet, barely able to stay up. Ryot, seeing this, runs to the ropes and springs back with a springboard moonsault body press! But TLS catches him once more, throwing him back with a fallaway slam before collapsing himself! The two wrestlers are down, breathing heavily, as the referee hovers over both of them. The fans are excited, waiting for a conclusion, when...*

"I wanna be Jekyll but I'm always fucking Hyde!"

Rockwell: He's back!! The Empty is back!!

Hood: Oh shit!!

Rockwell: He's not going to wait until next week! Last Man Standing could be tonight!!

*Lionel, who's still trying to recover, looks a little freaked out, shouting for Ryot. The wrestler pulls himself up, clearing his head, realizing what's going on. He turns towards the entryway, walking towards the ropes. Surprisingly, Ryot doesn't look worried, as he smiles, ready to face off with The Empty. The only problem is, no one is actually walking out of the back. Ryot looks out at Lionel, telling him to go find out what's going on, with Lionel looking like that's the last thing he would like to do. Ryot glances around left to right, making sure an ambush isn't coming, but still looking confused. He turns around to where The Lost Soul is still down, making his way over to him. He reaches down... and The Lost Soul grabs him, pulling him into a schoolboy pin!! The referee is right where he's supposed to be... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!*

Hood: Damn, he was playing possum again!!

Rockwell: Wow!! It's over!!

Minos: Here is your winner... The Lost Soul!!

*Ryot looks beside himself, yelling at the referee that he got free in time, but the referee doesn't want to hear it. In the meantime, The Lost Soul has rolled to the outside, standing there as he scans the crowd once again.*

Hood: Damn! This one was so close, to have it end that way, all because of The Empty...

Rockwell: Are you sure it was The Empty, Hood?

Hood: Okay, it was probably The Reason, but still, it was The Empty's music!

Rockwell: Yes, which would have still been in the system from earlier... and The Lost Soul has been known to use cunning in his matches...

Hood: He didn't seem to react, did he? Stayed on the mat... was it all a trick??

Rockwell: If it was, TLS pulled it off beautifully! If it wasn't, then The Reason managed to get the upper hand on Ryot here tonight.

*Ryot's still arguing with the referee, a plan that rarely ever works. The Lost Soul is halfway up the aisle now, moving slowly but surely towards the back. He doesn't seem to have any fear that The Empty will be waiting for him. We fade out.*



*We cut to backstage. We're outside the owners' suite, as the name "BARROWS" is prominently displayed on the door. As the camera focuses on it, it suddenly swings open, and former GCWA World Heavyweight Champion Ed Houston walks out! As the cheers from the audience can be heard, Houston, now smiling, walks away without saying a word to the camera. We fade to commercial break.*







*We return to the backstage area, where Jonathan Barrows and Mike Zybala are still talking it out as they walk down the hall.*

Jonathan Barrows: You know, Mike, I've heard all the stories of the... issues between you and Marcus Welsh.

*Zybala grimaces slightly, then quickly puts the smile back on his face as he listens.*

Jonathan Barrows: I know we've had a couple of ups and downs too. But you know what? I think maybe there could be a friendship here.

*Jonathan's smile looks a little phony, but Zybala's smile definitely gets brighter.*

Jonathan Barrows: Tell you what, after what you did for me earlier with the IRS pest, I'll grant you a favor in return. You need to defend your X Division Title next week, but I'll let you pick your opponent. It can be anyone currently signed to the GCWA... except for me, of course.

*Barrows laughs, with Zybala laughing right along with him. Zybala pats Jonathan on the shoulder, thinking how funny that would be. Barrows looks at the hand, then shrugs and goes along with it.*

Zybala: That's great! I'm glad we're friends, Jonathan. And I just wait to say, I sincerely apologize for trying to vote you off the island when you were Pryde.

Jonathan Barrows: ... Water under the bridge. Long forgotten.

Zybala: Well, there's one guy that's impressed me with his moxy. He's been strong lately too, and pinned the former #1 Contender. So we should give Aaron Warthog a chance!

Jonathan Barrows: Warthog?? But...

Zybala: Thanks, Jonathan! I'll start getting ready for next week!

*Zybala walks off, as Jonathan looks confused. But after thinking about it, he nods, then walks off. We go back to ringside.*


Singles Match
Alice Knight (1-1) vs. The Big Bifford (36-14-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 5'8" and weighing 125 lbs... from Bethel, New York... joined by "The Good Detective" Jack Puffer and Tony The Spider... here is Alice Knight!!

*"New" by No Doubt begins to play through out the OCW arena as the fans begin to 'hoot' like owls while they cheer their OCW hero. She makes her way out of the curtain and heads to the ring with a bubbly demeanor waving her hands and arms, flapping them like a bird. Puffer and Tony follow behind, with Puffer trying to emulate the flapping while Tony just laughs. Knight enters into the ring and continues to flap as she bounces off the ropes pointing at some of her Owlies fan members, mostly young girls and boys and drunk adults. She rushes the ropes and heads to the middle turnbuckle and makes a flapping wings hand gesture smiling at the crowd as she waits for the match to begin.*

Rockwell: Good to see Alice didn't try to wear her fat suit creation to the ring tonight.

Hood: Good to see she was able to get out of it! That mustard, when it's caked on... it's better than Gorilla Glue!

Rockwell: Should I even ask why you would know something like that, Hood?

Hood: Nope.

Rockwell: Okay, moving on, then. Alice is looking for some revenge tonight, after Bifford eliminated her from Ultimate Survival.

Hood: Bifford's a tough test for anyone, much less someone nearly a quarter as big as him! In this case, size definitely matters!

Minos: Her opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 411 lbs... from Phoenix, Arizona... he is a GCWA Hall of Famer and two-time GCWA World Champion... here is The Big Bifford!!!

*"Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio begins to play, with The Big Bifford stepping out to face the crowd in his MAGICAL FLEECE. The large wrestler starts on his way to the ring, smiling, as Earl The Popcorn Salesman follows behind him tossing out coupons for Bifford's chicken restaurant. They reach the ring, with Bifford going to the turnbuckle and testing its strength by climbing up one 'buckle, smiling out at the crowd before stepping back down.*

Rockwell: Bifford actually broke into Medieval Times this week to have a duel with one of his minions, Kenny.

Hood: Hey, no one else was using Medieval Times, might as well make use of it!

Rockwell: Have you seen Kenny today?

Hood: No, but I'm sure he survived. I saw Boris around earlier, and he wouldn't be around if Kenny was dead.

Rockwell: That's wrong on so many levels...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So let's see what Alice Knight can do against the man who won Ultimate Survival!

Hood: What, is PerZag here?

Rockwell: No, I'm talking about the "real" winner, Hood! The Big Bifford!

Hood: That's been retconned, you know that, Adrian...

*Knight sends a few more Hoots into the crowd before finally turning back, where The Big Bifford is waiting patiently. He doesn't look concerned about this challenge at all, content to let Knight set the pace. Knight steps forward, becoming a little more serious as she squares off against such a larger wrestler. Bifford looks down on her, still smiling, so Knight rears back and chops him across the chest! But Bifford no-sells it, shaking his head, so Knight throws another knife-edge, slashing him! Bifford is still smiling, absorbing the punishment, so Knight raises a finger to him and steps away, turning to consult with Puffer and Tony, who have jumped onto the apron. Bifford waits, as Puffer suggests an uppercut. Tony The Spider then laughs, with both Knight and Puffer turning to him as if he said something vile. Knight shakes her head, absolutely refusing to do whatever he suggested, and then turns back to Bifford, running at him. But Bifford steps forward himself with a shoulder block, knocking Alice to the mat! Bifford then tries to drop his weight onto her, but Knight quickly rolls away, surviving, as Bifford takes the impact himself!*

Rockwell: That was a close one!

Hood: Can you believe what Tony the Spider just said??

Rockwell: He... just laughed...

Hood: You need to work on your translating skills, man, seriously...

Rockwell: ... What?

*Bifford struggles to get up after the missed landing, but Knight takes full advantage, grabbing him by the head and dropping back with a DDT! She works to roll Bifford over and make the cover, but Bifford is already pushing her away. He starts up again... and Knight gets a second DDT!! This time Bifford is slower to get up, looking a little woozy. As soon as he reaches halfway, Knight grabs him and snaps him right back with a THIRD DDT!! Bifford's down, with Knight rolling him over and making the cover... 1... 2.. and Bifford shoves Knight off of him, staying in the match. Knight doesn't seem concerned, as she's just happy to have Bifford on the canvas. As Bifford starts to pull himself up once more, refusing to stay down, Knight comes in, grabbing him by the head and this time getting a swinging neckbreaker!! Since Bifford landed face-up, Alice makes the cover once more... 1... 2... and Bifford gets out of it!*

Hood: Man, this is not what I was expecting to see!

Rockwell: Alice Knight is one of the most accomplished wrestlers on the planet, Hood! If anyone can test The Big Bifford, it's her!

Hood: Yeah, but I was hoping for a squashed owl... disappointing so far...

*Knight gets down on face-level with Bifford, landing a few more punches to keep him dazed. Puffer and Tony are both cheering from the outside, yelling in advice, most of which Knight is likely ignoring. Although with Tony, it's possible that she's following his entire gameplan. Knight goes off the ropes and comes back with a running kick to the side, causing Bifford to fold in pain. Since this did some damage, Knight heads back to the ropes and comes back again, but this time, her kick doesn't work as well, as her foot gets trapped, as Bifford hangs on! He shoves the foot up, causing Alice to fall backwards on the back of her head! She rolls, stunned, towards the outside, as Bifford finally gets himself back to his feet. He no longer is smiling. The monster heads towards Knight, reaching down to grab her, but Puffer & Tony pull her out of the ring, avoiding his grasp! They check on Knight, even as Bifford yells at Earl The Popcorn Salesman to come around to do something about this. Earl comes around... stares at Tony the Spider... and then backs off again.*

Hood: The referee should throw Puffer and Tony from ringside. They're interfering!

Rockwell: Maybe, but so far, they've only saved Alice...

Hood: Exactly! Don't stop the squashing! I want to hear "Hoot! Hoot! HUUURRRGH!!"

Rockwell: Your issues with Alice run deep, don't they?

Hood: ... I don't want to talk about it, and you can't make me...

*Knight nods to both Puffer and Tony, saying she's alright. They smile at each other, just as a huge hand reaches down from outside, grabbing Knight by the hair!! She's yanked upwards, painfully, as Puffer angrily complains about the hair-pulling. But Bifford isn't concerned, lifting Alice up off the apron and onto his shoulders with a fireman's carry, before falling backwards with a Samoan drop!! Knight's down, hurting, as Bifford rolls over for the cover... 1... 2.. and Alice gets a shoulder up. Bifford pulls her back up, taunting her about joining his club, before setting her in place and delivering a double arm DDT!! He gets himself up, pleased with himself. going to the ropes and coming back with a splash!! Knight can barely be seen as the referee moves into position for the pinfall... 1... 2... and the referee stops counting, signalling that Knight, somehow, is off the mat! Bifford sits up, denying what the referee says, but the match is continuing.*

Rockwell: How did Alice get out of that one??

Hood: No clue, I couldn't actually see anything! You think the ref is just prolonging this?

Rockwell: No, I'm sure he must have seen her shoulder get up off the canvas.

Hood: I mean, I have no problems prolonging the squashing...

*Bifford gets himself up, still thinking that he should have already won. He takes a few steps away, preparing for another splash as he goes back to the ropes. But he stops, realizing that Tony The Spider is back on the apron!! Tony is laughing, pointing at Bifford, who doesn't seem happy with what Tony is 'saying'. He swings, but Tony ducks under it, then laughs some more. Bifford swings again, strike two, Tony keeps laughing. He takes a second to look back at Puffer behind him, still laughing, but that was a big mistake, as Bifford just runs forward, knocking Tony off the apron!! Tony falls, but Puffer mostly catches him as the two men fall to the floor. Bifford looks out, displeased with the fact that Tony didn't get seriously injured. In fact, he gets up laughing again, with Bifford thinking about coming out after him... only to have Alice drag him down from behind by cutting him in the back of the leg! Bifford falls onto his back, with Knight putting all her weight into leaning back his legs for the cover... 1... 2... NO!!! Bifford barely gets himself free in time!*

Rockwell: Knight almost took this one, due to Bifford being distracted!

Hood: That would have been awful!! Can you imagine all the Hoots??

Rockwell: Well, the match is still going, Hood, so brace yourself, the Hoots could still come!

Hood: But it's too damn close!!!

Rockwell: ... Close?

*Bifford is getting back up now, but Alice has rushed to the ropes and climbed up, springing off to nail him with a missile dropkick!! Bifford falls into the ropes, nearly getting tangled up but falling back forward instead. He shakes his head clear, trying to recover, only for Alice to run in with a loud Hoot, driving her leg into Bifford's neck to plant him on the mat! Knight then goes to the legs, struggling to lift them up as she tries to apply a Boston Crab!! The fans are cheering her on, wanting to see if she can pull this off, but unfortunately Bifford's bulk is seemingly getting in the way. Knight fights for a few more seconds, dropping the first leg to go for a single-leg crab, but even that is all but impossible. Bifford finally kicks her off, then pushes himself upwards. He gets back to his feet, with Alice trying to attack only to get picked up and scoop slammed! Knight arches her back, feeling the reverberation up her spine, while Bifford takes a moment to recover.*

Rockwell: Alice keeps fighting, but Bifford won't stay down!

Hood: C'mon, Bifford, take the Owl down!!

Rockwell: So you want to tell me what's "too damn close"?

Hood: Never mind about that, c'mon Bifford!

Rockwell: Do you mean the fact that Hoot and Hood are so similar?

Hood: ...

*Puffer and Tony The Spider are trying to get a chant started, and it's working, as we start hearing more "Owl Is Night" chants being yelled by the smaller audience. Bifford is still the first back on his feet, though, as he moves to drag Alice up. He tosses her into the corner, then backs up and charges, trying to squash her flat! But Alice swings through the ropes, avoiding the crash, as Bifford hits hard into the turnbuckle, possibly hitting the post!! He falls backwards to the mat, out of it, as Alice works her way up the turnbuckle. She gets to the top, positioning herself, and with one more Hoot, she flies off with a frog splash, landing it right onto Bifford's stomach!! The fans are cheering as Knight works to recover, having taking a lot of impact herself. She struggles over to Bifford, putting an arm across him... 1... 2... and Bifford gets a shoulder up! The fans start up "This Is Awesome!" as Alice struggles over to the ropes to give herself a hand up.*

Rockwell: Two of the best in the world, going at it here tonight!

Hood: Ugh...

Rockwell: I know, you can't admit it, Hood, but this has been a damn good match!

Hood: ...

Rockwell: Hoot?

Hood: Shut up!

*Knight is back on her feet now, landing a few stomps to Bifford's back. She works her way around Bifford, stomping all the way, with the fans Hooting along to each stomp. Bifford is hurting now, as he struggles to get to his hands and knees. Knight moves back, waiting impatiently for him to get a little higher. She then steps in, locking up Bifford's arms to go for the Apache (Dirty Deeds)!! She snaps down... and hangs in mid-air, as Bifford manages to hold up her weight!! Knight, stunned, can do nothing as Bifford suddenly straightens up, basically suplexing Knight around and sending her crashing to the mat!! Puffer & Tony are shown, holding hands to their heads, as Bifford turns and grabs the wounded Alice, booting her in the stomach, and taking her up for the Biff End!! As Bifford jumps, though, Alice works her head free, bending her body upwards to avoid the impact as Bifford lands on the mat in a seated position!! Bifford falls backwards, with Knight coming up sitting on his chest... 1... 2... 3, NO! Bifford barely gets out in time!*

Rockwell: What a reversal!

Hood: You think Tony taught her to do that?

Rockwell: Probably not...

Hood: He looks pretty happy with it...

*Tony the Spider is hopping around, excited. Puffer still looks concerned as Knight struggles to get up, looking pretty dazed. She comes in towards a rising Bifford, kicking him in the gut, still wanting the Apache!! But Bifford blocks it again, keeping Knight from locking up his arms, driving her backwards into the corner!! The crushing weight goes right into Knight's ribcage due to the positioning, with Knight gasping in surprise and agony! He falls over Bifford's shoulder, shuddering, as Bifford then lifts her up, turning her around... and getting her back into position for The Biff End!! Puffer immediately runs to that side, jumping up onto the apron, but Bifford pays no attention, leaping up and landing his finisher!!! AS the referee turns to Puffer, ordering him to get down, Tony the Spider runs into the ring from the other side, laughing as he charges at Bifford... who grabs him and has him continue his method, right over a ducking Puffer and out of the ring!! The referee, surprised, turns back to see Bifford making the cover, and slides into place... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... The Big Bifford!!

Hood: Yes!

Rockwell: Wow, what a battle! This one definitely deserved a PPV match, and maybe we'll get a rematch somewhere down the line! But in the end, for tonight at least, Bifford comes out on top!

Hood: I'm so relieved!! I thought, for a moment there...

Rockwell: We'll save some Hoot Hoods for you later, Hood... or would they be Hood Hoots?

Hood: Don't say it! It'll start trending!!

Rockwell: Well, this is a tough one to follow, but we've still got the Tag-Team Titles coming up next!

*Bifford slowly rolls from the ring, looking pretty tired out. Earl the Popcorn Salesman is there to greet him, with the two walking away as the MAGICAL FLEECE is readjusted. Inside the ropes, Puffer and a limping Tony the Spider have come in with Alice Knight, talking with her about how brilliant a match it was. Alice, still a little out of it, smiles and thanks them, apparently thinking that she might have gotten the victory. They help her up, and she staggers over to the corner to climb up, pointing out at the fans. We cut away.*







*We come back to the owners' suite, where Jonathan, Hunter, & Deana Barrows are all behind the large desk. Jonathan is, of course, the one who's sitting. He smiles towards the camera.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hello, ladies and gentlemen. Our loyal fans. The Barrows family wants to be sure and send our best wishes, hopes, & prayers to you and yours in this time of uncertainty. We know that much of the country has unfortunately been forced to shut down, which is causing a great deal of strife and anguish. We want you to know that the Global Championship Wrestling Association plans to continue showing quality entertainment for your family for as long as humanly possible.

*All three members of the Barrows family in attendance nod solemnly. Even Deana isn't smiling slyly, which doesn't happen that often. The Accelerator, of course, is not here, due to probably being in a bomb shelter somewhere hiding out. A man of his age doesn't need to be hanging out anywhere near the Corona Virus epidemic.*

Jonathan Barrows: As part of our continued entertainment, we are planning to host our next pay-per-view on Sunday, May 3rd, 2020. You may have heard of it: Blood On The Battlefield.

*This gets a cheer from long-time fans of the GCWA. Others just clap politely, knowing it's probably a good thing. Jonathan turns and looks back at Deana, letting her continue the speech.*

Deana Barrows: This event will be at an undisclosed location. You may ask, how will fans be able to attend if no one knows where it is? Well, trust me, we have that covered. Those of you who have signed up on our hotline may already know a few details about how this is going to come about. You see, we plan to screen selected fans to make sure they're clear, and get them to the event. As for testing... we have our ways...

*There's Deana's sly smile! You knew it wouldn't be gone for that long.*

Deana Barrows: This will be a truly spectacular event, as many of these have been in the past. Blood On The Battlefield was the first ever Pay-Per-View of the GCWA, and this will be the fifth time we have our wrestlers perform under that banner. Numerous championships have changed hands, including the World Heavyweight Title finding a new home at EVERY one.

*Deana looks over at Hunter, who nervously jumps in.*

Hunter Barrows: This year, the World Heavyweight Title has never had so many challengers. We have wrestlers with contract stipulations, wrestlers with title opportunities having been won by them, and one man... well, we won't get into him...

*Hunter clears his throat, with both Deana and Jonathan looking over at him. Deana's still smiling, while Jonathan lets his anger show for a second before returning to his peaceful look.*

Hunter Barrows: So here's what we've decided: since Blood On The Battlefield has always been about excitement about the GCWA World Title, what better time than to have... a Four-Way contest for the gold? So May 3rd, it's going to be Mack O'Connor defending his World Championship against Ed Houston, PerZag... and The Big Bifford!!

*A roar can be heard from the crowd in attendance at this announcement. Jonathan darts another glance at Deana, probably blaming her for Bifford's inclusion, before returning his eyes to the camera.*

Jonathan Barrows: All-in-all, this is going to be a huge night for the company. We will be announcing more matches the closer we get to the event, of course, and we look forward to continuing to bring you all the quality programming you've come to expect. Thank you for watching, and be safe out there.

*Jonathan nods at the cameraman, and the picture goes black. We return to ringside.*

Hood: Damn! A Four Way match for the World Title??

Rockwell: That's an incredible announcement! Houston, PerZag, and Bifford all get their chance at O'Connor's title! Boy, I bet that doesn't make O'Connor's agent or sponsors very happy.

Hood: I can't believe Bifford still has a shot to be World Champion. He didn't even win Ultimate Survival!

Rockwell: Yes he did!

Hood: Not in the record books, and that's all that matters!

Rockwell: Well, before we can get closer to Blood on the Battlefield, we've got a title match in our main event!

Hood: Yes! A-List!


GCWA World Tag-Team Titles Match
Tony Savage & Brady Vega(c) (1-0) vs. The A-List (Dave Branson & Dylan Thomas) (0-0)

Minos: It's time for our main event... of the evening... which will be for the GCWA World Tag-Team Championships!!

*The crowd gives a good roar for a smaller audience, excited at seeing the belts finally back on the line.*

Minos: Introducing first, the challengers... accompanied by Lissandra Thomas... weighing a combined 425 lbs... here are "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas and "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson... The A-List!!

*Watch Me Shine by Fozzy hits and through the curtain steps Dylan and Lissandra, hand in hand. A few steps behind is Dave Branson, looking as menacing as ever. The three of them make their way down the ramp with Dylan and Lissandra playing up the jeers and boos from the crowd. At the apron, Dylan kisses Lissandra on the floor and then climbs through the ropes, hopping up on a turnbuckle as usual and shouting to the crowd. Meanwhile, Dave escorts Lissandra around to a safe seat before climbing over the ropes and into the ring.*

Hood: This is such a big moment for The A-List! Branson's first championship!

Rockwell: It's possible, Hood, but remember, the advantage goes to the champs!

Hood: There's no such thing as an advantage against the A-List! Look at how they were able to escape the airport and get back here? Nothing's going to hold them down!

Rockwell: So says the Voice of the A-List...

Hood: Thanks for acknowledging that, Adrian! It really means a lot...

Rockwell: Sigh...

Minos: Their opponents... weighing a combined 409 lbs... accompanied by Britney Anders... they are the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions... Brady Vega and Tony Savage!!!

*"Surf Club" by St. Jhn begins to play, with Brady Vega and Britney Anders stepping through the curtains and looking around evilly at the booing crowd around them. They wait on the stage, as the music changes to "Way of the Fist" by Five Finger Death Punch. Tony Savage appears behind Vega, wearing one of the World Tag-Team Titles while holding the GCWA North American Title over his shoulder. There are no pyrotechnics as the three make their way to the ring. Security does a quick check, before Savage & Vega jump onto the apron and enter the ring. Savage climbs the turnbuckle, his mouth twisted in a wolfish, blood-thirsty grin. The belts are then handed to the referee, who moves them over for safe-keeping nearby.*

Rockwell: So Vega and Anders were talking about sacrificing Jonathan Barrows.

Hood: Yeah... that would be a terrible idea. Barrows is the only guy keeping us afloat right now! I mean, I don't know how he's kept us open when so many other places are closed, but he's done it!

Rockwell: In the meantime, Savage has been out fighting COVID-19 and helping people survive.

Hood: They make a strange pairing, don't they?

Rockwell: Maybe so, but they're the GCWA Tag Champs, and I, for one, am thrilled to see them defending the belts here tonight.

Hood: Me too... mainly because their loss is The A-List's gain!

*The referee brings in the two teams to talk to them, making sure they understand the rules of a title match. Nobody seems to be listening, though, as the four men glare at each other. The referee, noting this, shrugs and signals. The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go! Will we have new champions, or will the old ones reunite?

Hood: I wonder why Lissie's not sitting with us... it must be you, Adrian. You offended her last time, didn't you?

Rockwell: What did I do??

Hood: Or maybe she needs a more comfortable chair than the ones we're in. I can understand that, I've put in requisitions for recliners...

*Vega looks ready to go, as Savage reluctantly takes a few steps back to his corner. Neither is used to letting someone else do the fighting for them. On the other side, Thomas is sizing up the situation. He tells Branson to go to the apron, wanting to start out with the smaller, faster wrestler. Branson doesn't look thrilled, but he does as Thomas orders, stepping out. Thomas and Vega come together near the center of the ring, both mouthing off to the other. Vega seems to be arguing about how he & Britney are the true A-List, a fact Thomas certainly disputes. Vega then tries for a quick kick, but Thomas sidesteps it. He throws his own kick, but Vega dodges it as well. The two faster wrestlers circle around, eventually locking up... with both of them going to the eyes! The rakes hit, with both men having to stumble backwards, blinded! The referee, wanting to admonish someone, doesn't know what to do, as he watches them try to clear their vision.*

Hood: A double blinding! You don't see that too often!

Rockwell: I don't know who the fans can root for in this one. It's almost impossible to see anyone rooting for Anders & Vega, but then, Branson & Thomas have been some of the biggest heels in this run's history.

Hood: Look, I'll make it easy for the fans: root for the A-List!

Rockwell: Of course you'd say that...

*After a few seconds, both wrestlers seem to regain their vision, squinting at each other. Vega comes in, but Thomas catches him with a drop toehold, putting Vega down. Thomas gets up, grabbing at the legs, but Vega pulls away, flipping himself over and back to his feet. Thomas swings at him, but Vega ducks under it, then grabs Thomas' head from behind, trying to drop with a neckbreaker. Thomas fights out of it, not going down. As Vega jumps up, Thomas rakes him across the back, causing Vega to stumble to the ropes in pain. He turns back to Thomas' charge, lowering his shoulder and tossing him to the outside! But Thomas lands on the apron, then grabs for Vega, trying to pull him into the ropes as well. But Thomas suddenly lets go, losing his balance, before turning and looking back at Anders, who had snatched his ankle! Before Thomas can get focused again, Vega runs up the turnbuckle and comes off with a triangle dropkick, sending Thomas flying to the outside!*

Hood: Damn! Throw that 'woman' out, ref!

Rockwell: And if it was Lissandra Thomas who had gotten involved, Hood?

Hood: That's different... that's Dylan's WIFE!

Rockwell: Uh huh...

*Lissandra, steaming mad, can be seen trying to make her way around, with both security members and Branson himself trying to make her stay put for the safety of the Thomas' baby. Outside the ring, Vega comes off the apron with a double axehandle to Thomas' back, knocking him down. He looks down on Thomas, before turning to a grinning Anders, with the two locking lips. The fans are booing, not happy with what they're seeing, but Vega & Anders don't seem to care. After the kiss finishes, Vega goes back to Thomas, rolling him into the ring. Vega follows, taking his time through the ropes... a mistake, as Thomas kicks out from the ground, hitting the middle rope and causing it to rack Vega!! He groans and falls partially into the ring, as Thomas works to get up. He drags himself over to the corner, where Branson jumps back into position, and the tag is made!*

Hood: Here comes trouble!

Rockwell: The biggest man in the match is now legal!

*The A-List Fixer steps over the ropes, ready for war. Vega pulls himself up, still hurting from the rope rack, but he can't get away in time. Branson grabs him, kneeing him repeatedly in the head!! Vega falls to the mat, with Branson stepping down with his big boot into Vega's throat, choking him while using the nearby ropes!! The ref shouts a warning, ordering Branson to break the 'hold', but Branson holds it for a 4-count before ending it. Anders looks pissed on the outside, while Savage is just seething due to not being in the fight yet. Branson, though, has no intention of bringing him in, as he drags Vega up and throws him into the corner. With Vega laying on his stomach in the corner, Branson comes up from behind, stomping on the back of his head!!! Vega rolls in agony, with Branson dragging him further to the center before making the cover... 1... 2... but Vega gets his arm up in time. Branson, stone-faced, just gets up, pulling Vega with him.*

Rockwell: Vega's got to start getting back into this if he wants to keep the belts!

Hood: Not going to happen... Branson is locked on target, and that means it's over.

Rockwell: You think Savage is just going to let that happen?

Hood: If Savage is outside the ring, there's nothing he can do about it!

*Branson tags in Thomas, who lands a few kicks to Vega in the corner before tagging Branson back in. The two men stomp away on Vega, trying to drain him off all energy. As Thomas is forced to leave, Branson drags Vega near a neutral corner. He sets the man in place, prepping him for a Buckle Bomb! But as Branson lifts Vega up, the lighter man manages to push off of Branson's shoulders, freeing himself! Branson spins, grabbing at Vega again, but Vega jumps up with a Pele kick, stunning the big man! Vega then quickly climbs up on the turnbuckle, leaping off with a flip to catch Branson with The Mountain Slinger (Blockbuster)!!! Branson's down, holding his head, even as Vega takes a moment to get his breath back. Thomas and Savage are both desperately reaching for tags, with Branson & Vega both going opposite directions. Branson lunges forward, tagging in Thomas, but it's too late, as Vega reaches Savage, bringing the fresh wrestler in!*

Rockwell: We're about to get Savage!

Hood: Oh nooooooo....

*Savage storms into the ring, having been contained for far too long. Thomas backs away, cowering, as Savage comes right at him. It's a trick, as Thomas tries a cheap shot, but Savage catches the fist in mid-air, before whaling on Thomas with his free hand!! Branson, seeing this after getting up, steps back through the ropes, coming at Savage from behind. Savage spins, catching the heavyweight and manages to take him around for a spinebuster!! Branson rolls away, as Savage gets back to his feet quickly. He goes right back after Thomas, punishing him with a series of rights and lefts! Thomas tries to cover up, but there's not much he can do, especially as Savage grabs him and lifts him up to deliver a devastating high-angle Tiger Suplex!!! Thomas is down, with Savage making the cover... 1... 2... and Branson is back, breaking up the pin!! He kicks away furiously at Savage, trying to slow him down... only to have Vega springboard himself back in and nail Branson with a flying forearm!! Branson falls away, stunned, as Vega hops back up, pointing to Savage to put Thomas in the corner. Savage hangs Thomas upside-down in the Tree of Woe, which allows Vega to start hitting him with the Chain Reaction (series of basement dropkicks)!!!*

Hood: Get him out of there, ref!!

Rockwell: The referee is losing complete control here, which always seems to happen in tag matches. We need to have multiple refs for matches like this!

Hood: Don't say that!

Rockwell: What? Multiple refs??

Hood: Shhh... Zybala might hear you and show up! That's the only thing that could make this worse!!

*The referee is trying to order Vega out, as well as Anders, who's jumped up on the apron. She suddenly comes back down, though, as Lissandra tugs her off! The two face off, neither supposed to be fighting, and yet both wanting to go at it! Security quickly intervenes, as things are breaking down outside the ring as well. With the referee working to get Vega out, Savage turns back to the upside-down Thomas, who's still hanging painfully in the Tree of Woe. He reaches to free Thomas... who lashes out, nailing him right in the groin!!!! Savage tilts over, falling to the ground, as Thomas achingly frees himself back to the mat. He gets up, looking furious at the punishment he just took. Thomas grabs Savage by the legs and springs off of them, landing his Senton Leg Drop!! He then makes the cover, yelling at the ref to get his ass back over there. The ref reacts, sliding over, and starts the count... 1... 2... and Savage manages to kick out in time!*

Hood: Your NEW GCWA Tag-Team Champions of the World...

Rockwell: He kicked out, Hood...

Hood: The A-WHAT?

Rockwell: Savage kicked out!

Hood: Son of a bitch!

*Thomas, hurting, gets over to his corner while holding onto Savage's arm, tagging in Branson. The A-List Fixer steps in, kicking Savage right under the arm that Thomas was holding, doing some damage. He pulls Savage up, showing a little anger at what's happened lately. He takes Savage over to their corner, bashing Savage's head into the turnbuckle a few times to stun him. Branson then raises up his boot and puts it in Savage's face, shoving his head back painfully over the ropes! The ref barks a warning, so Branson stops, instead tagging back in Thomas. The two men lift Savage out of the corner, with Branson lifting Savage in the air and Thomas spinning him out of Branson's grip with a neckbreaker combo, right into the mat! Thomas then makes the cover, while Branson keeps an eye on Vega... 1... 2... but Savage kicks out in time. Thomas immediately pulls Savage up, locking him up and taking him over with a Butterfly Kneebreaker, sending Savage toppling to the side! Thomas stands up, posing for the crowd, who instinctively throw a boo his way.*

Hood: The A-List is firing on all cylinders now!

Rockwell: Savage is taking a lot of punishment for sure! He's got to find a way to make a tag!

Hood: No he doesn't! He should just sit there and take the abuse like a real man!

Rockwell: Stop being so biased! I thought you liked Savage??

Hood: I do! But I like The A-List a lot more!

*Lissandra looks a lot more pleased now, as she's returning to her more comfortable chair to continue to watch the action. Anders looks less pleased, as she's talking with Vega about what's happening. In the ring, Thomas hauls Savage back up and tags in Branson. He has Branson lift Savage up into the air in a bearhug. Thomas then runs to the ropes and returns, going for a leaping clothesline! But Savage slaps both hands on Branson's ears, freeing himself in time! Thomas tries to correct his aim, but Savage is ready for him, throwing him overhead with a release belly-to-belly suplex!! Thomas topples out of the ring, as Savage falls backwards, tagging in Vega!! The crowd has a mixed reaction, with more boos than cheers, as Vega leaps into the ring and goes after Branson, taking him down with a facebuster!! Vega then immediately runs to the turnbuckle and leaps up on it, only taking a second to balance before he starts flying with Malicious Intent (Phoenix Splash)!!! He lands right on Branson, making the cover... 1... 2... and Thomas dives in, breaking it up!*

Rockwell: A close fall there for The A-List!

Hood: *Heavy breathing*

Rockwell: Here, Hood, take this paper bag, I think you need it...

Hood: *More heavy breathing, with the sound of paper now mixed in*

*Thomas isn't the legal man, but the referee can't stop him as he pounds away on Vega, trying to take him down. Vega fights back, though, suddenly twisting Thomas around and applying The Gate Keeper's Remorse (Dragon Sleeper into a grapevine)!!! Thomas is fighting, trying to get free, while Vega is grinning sadistically at applying the pressure. But Branson is back up, kicking Vega in the head!! Vega lets go of the hold, falling backwards towards the ropes where Savage is laying. Vega starts to get up, but he's grabbed around the throat before he can move. With one motion, Branson lifts Vega into the air... nailing him with the FIXED! Chokeslam!!! Vega's out, with Branson standing over him, glaring downwards. But suddenly, Branson looks up in shock, as Savage comes running in... scoring One Shot, One Kill (Heart Punch)!!! Branson topples backwards, his mouth open as he crashes to the ground!! Savage drops onto him... and the ref starts counting! 1... 2... Thomas dives in... 3!!!! Thomas lands on top, but too late, as the referee calls for the bell!!*

Rockwell: One Shot, One Kill!!!

Hood: *Sound of Paper Bag Exploding*

Minos: Here are your winners... and STILL the GCWA Tag-Team Champions of the World... Brady Vega and Tony Savage!!!

*Lissandra is beside herself, shoving her chair away and kicking at it in anger. Anders rolls into the ring, crawling over to Vega to check on him. Savage is the only one getting back to his feet, having pushed Dylan away from him. He looks winded but triumphant as the belts are brought in for him & Vega.*

Rockwell: What a fight! For two teams that the fans aren't fond of, this was a great display of wrestling!

Hood: This... fucking... sucks...

Rockwell: Cheer up, Hood! Your guys looked great! But it all came down to Savage there at the end, tagging himself in with only the referee seeing it!

Hood: I need to see a replay of that... or else it didn't happen...

Rockwell: We can arrange that...

Hood: No! No... I don't want to see... oh, poor Lissie...

*Savage walks over, handing the other half of the tag-team titles to the recovering Vega. He gets up, with Anders under one arm, looking damn pleased with the outcome. The A-List members have moved outside, with Branson still holding his chest where the punch landed, probably doing some damage.*

Rockwell: It's been a hell of a night, folks! We'll see you next week!

Hood: ....



*The screen on the tron starts to become filled with static. It cuts to Enforcer is clapping as he is sitting on his couch in his posh New York City apartment wearing a Black shirt with Outlawz written in grey,black Jordan shorts, and a pair of black and red Jordan Patent Leather shoes There is a pop from the crowd.*

Enforcer: Well done everyone. What a wonderful show. I wanted to be there in person to announce this but you know with the whole COVID-19 thing going on quite frankly I didn't want to chance it.

I might as well announce it here from the comfort of my own couch in New York City. I am the newest signee to GCWA. Ever since I have sat down with Mr. Barrows and ironed out all the details of my contract I have been trying to educate myself on all things GCWA. It is a very impressive operation going on down here. Fritz would have been glad to see and hear the legacy of Dallas wrestling is living on today. With that being said, all I see out there in the GCWA arena are a bunch of simpletons, humanoids, eight to five lifers, the Texas fans cheer this all up. Causing all these belligerent recalcitrants to think they have done something with their careers but that they haven't. All these curtain jerkers are endemic of the state of Texas. All brawn and no brains. That's why the Houston Astros tarnished their reputation by getting caught cheating. But the New York Yankees on the other hand have won twenty seven World Championships.

When I embark down to Dallas and enter the GCWA I am doing it with one thing on my mind. That is get the championship belt that is currently in the possession of Mr. O'Connor. I'm sorry but not sorry to inform you Mr. O'Connor that it is inevitable that I will win the GCWA World Heavyweight title. Now, I know Mr. O'Connor that you just won the belt back from Mr. Houston. Mr. Houston, I hope you are listening wherever you are because I am not taking a backseat to anyone in my pursuit of the World Heavyweight title. Make one move to try to alter my path to the World title. I will end you. I don't need to fancy it up for you. I am telling you like it is. It's that plain and simple. If you want to nut up and try to stop me, Mr Houston. Please be my guest. While I am here, hell, I might just take the North American title too. You've officially been warned Mr. Savage. I cannot wait to meet you in person, GCWA. Especially you, Mr O'Connor. When you do you will realize why I am all world, why I am all dominant, and why I am the greatest person to ever live.

*Static comes over the tron screen and then it goes black.*


OOC: Whew! Alright, that's another show in the bag. I won't lie to you all, being locked up for weeks now is starting to get to me. But the GCWA gives me some creative energy, so we're going to keep moving forward! Thanks to all the roleplayers who made my job a little more difficult this week. We're on our way to Blood On The Battlefield, so if you want to have a specific match, let me know, and we can see about starting to build that direction! See you next time, boyos...

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, April 10th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

Logan vs. Lightning

The Enforcer vs. Thunder

Mid-Card

Phoenix Chadwick vs. Lucas Thames

John E. Depth vs. Tony Savage

Mike Zybala(c) vs. Aaron Warthog, GCWA X Division Title match

Main Event

The Empty vs. Ryot, Last Man Standing match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, April 3rd to Wednesday, April 8th, giving you 6 days to post a roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count. You may only post one roleplay per day for the title matches.

Good luck to all!