GCWA Friday Night Inferno



*We're approaching a month now of containment. What you wouldn't give to go sit in your favorite pizza parlor and order some ice cream. That might just be me, but I'm sure everyone has their favorite places they'd like to go once again. Hopefully, we can start to get beyond the lock-down stage and start reopening the great small businesses that have been suffering as of late. But for now, only one business continues forward in spite of it all: The GCWA. Welcome to Friday Night Inferno!*

*After the GCWA logo disappears, we start with our usual voice-over in the darkness. It's Deana Barrows, sister of Jonathan & Hunter, daughter of The Accelerator.*

Deana Barrows: The path of a champion is never an easy one...

*We see a shot of Mack O'Connor, holding up both the GCWA & OCW World Heavyweight Titles.*

Deana Barrows: Vanquish one foe, and there's always someone waiting in the wings for their opportunity to take away everything you've earned... sometimes more than one.

*Three quick clips run, showing Ed Houston standing off in front of Mack O'Connor, PerZag standing next to Jonathan Barrows with the Ultimate Survival trophy, and The Big Bifford standing tall in his MAGICAL FLEECE.*

Deana Barrows: But a true champion won't back down, even when the odds are against him. Even when the path to victory begins to look monumental.

*We see a clip of the announcement from last Inferno, where O'Connor will be defending against all three man at Blood on the Battlefield V.*

Deana Barrows: For this is the GCWA... and all championships will be filled with challenges and strife...

*Two images appear in a split-screen, showing Mike Zybala on one side and Tony Savage, hoisting two titles, on the other.*

Deana Barrows: Prepare yourselves for the next test... the New Era Continues...

*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 crowd looks even smaller today, although there's still a healthy amount of fans throughout the arena. They've just been all separated out to keep things 'safe'. Just ignore the risks of the snack bar and other concessions. We zoom in to join Adrian Rockwell & Hood at the broadcast table.*

Rockwell: Welcome back to Friday Night Inferno! We're still on the air!

Hood: Fuck Corona, bring me a Bud Light!

Rockwell: Stop trying to get on Mack's good side, Hood.

Hood: But Bud Light is... is... great?

Rockwell: You couldn't even say that with a straight face.

Hood: I'm sorry, it's just too hard!

Rockwell: We've got a full schedule of matches here tonight, ladies and gentlemen! Six matches, including two debuts, two strong battles between crowd favorites, an X Division Title match, and a Last Man Standing war that's bound to be destructive!

Hood: I really like Ryot, too, but I'm questioning his sanity going into a battle like this with The Empty!

Rockwell: We've got so much going on tonight, let's just get right into the action!

Hood: We're starting with a match? Awesome!!


Singles Match
Lightning (0-9) vs. Logan (0-0)

Minos: Our first contest is set for one fall... introducing first, standing 6'2" and weighing 200 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... with his partner, Thunder... here is Lightning!

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Lightning walks out of the back, scooting his feet to generate more energy. Thunder follows behind him, turning towards the sparse audience and letting out one of his roars. Lightning moves his fingers to show a spark (nothing is seen), and then strikes a few poses with Thunder before they make their way down.*

Rockwell: Thunder and Lightning have another contest going on between them here tonight.

Hood: As long as it's not who's going to masturbate first...

Rockwell: Is that a Seinfeld joke?

Hood: The voting recently had it on my mind...

Rockwell: It's a good episode... but no, they've bet the usage of their Super Nintendo Classic on who does the best here tonight.

Hood: Are we going to time how long each is unconscious? The person who comes to faster wins?

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 250 lbs... from Chesapeake, Virginia... making his GCWA debut... here is Logan!!

*The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach. Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. He stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses. He's wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it. Crystal comes out to follow Logan as he begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Crystal Sharpe finds herself in the ring first, sitting on the middle rope for her love. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope that Crystal has lowered without acknowledging her. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the fans booing at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, taking off his vest and throwing it to the outside, and then paces the ring while Crystal takes her place at the apron outside and the music fades.*

Rockwell: Logan has a strong run in OCW, but he had been one of the last hold-outs before coming here to the GCWA.

Hood: I'm glad he finally got word of this place and came to experience how great I am, I mean, how great it is!

Rockwell: You can bet we're expecting great things from Logan in the coming weeks.

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: Start the timer!

Rockwell: Will Lightning try running away again to win the bet?

*Surprisingly, Lightning isn't fleeing the ring. Instead, he's charged himself up, approaching a cocky Logan. He reaches out, hitting Logan on the shoulder with The Shock! As expected, it doesn't have an effect, with Logan rolling his eyes at Lightning. He then steps forward, hammering Logan with a bionic elbow! Lightning, stunned, stumbles back, then tries to come forward again, only to have Logan toss him over with a Japanese arm drag! As soon as Lightning is back up, Logan is back in towards his leg, snapping him down with a dragon screw legwhip! Lightning rolls, his leg killing him, as Logan easily gets back to his feet. He watches as Lightning gets out of the ring, limping, with Thunder coming over to talk strategy. It's hard to tell if Lightning is actually listening, though, as he suspects Thunder's motives. Logan sits back, content to let them talk, seemingly not caring if he gets back into the ring or not.*

Rockwell: Not a great start for Lightning. That stupid Shock never works.

Hood: I wonder if Thunder's giving him good advice, or just trying to get him to lose quicker?

Rockwell: Well, they're brothers. Sure, the bet matters, but you don't screw over family.

Hood: You do if the reward is great enough.

*Thunder and Lightning have finished their talk now, with Thunder assuring Lightning that their plan will work. Lightning nods, pulling himself back into the ring. Logan tries to show a little concern, although it doesn't seem too sincere. He waves Lightning over, with the tag-team wrestler approaching him. Lightning gets fired up with a few shots to his own chest, then calls for a lock-up with Logan. The two join together in a quick test of strength, with Logan almost immediately stepping in to get better leverage and driving Lightning down to a knee. Logan then kicks out, nailing Lightning in the chest and breaking them apart. With Lightning on his hands and knees, trying to get up, Logan goes off the ropes and returns with a scissors kick, driving the wrestler to the mat. He then turns Lightning over and makes the light cover, barely putting any weight down as the referee makes his count... 1... 2... and Lightning manages to kick out in time.*

Rockwell: Whatever Lightning tried to plan, he'd probably need to do it soon. This one's almost over!

Hood: At this point, the odds are looking good for Thunder...

*Logan looks extremely disappointed at this point, having not received any pain in this match other than bruises on his knuckles. He waits behind Lightning, ready to apply a sleeper hold that's the start of The Connector. Thunder, though, has jumped up on the apron, yelling at the referee, saying that he's not doing his job. It's hard to tell, but it almost sounds like Thunder wanted the referee to count quicker on that last pinfall. The referee comes over, arguing with Thunder, even as Logan looks over their way. In front of him, Lightning seems to be pulling something from his trunks. He turns around... and tosses them towards Logan! The veteran catches the thrown object with ease, looking down at them. They appear to be a set of brass knuckles! Lightning drops to his back, yelling out and holding his head as if he's just been hit. Thunder immediately forces the referee to turn around, pointing out what Logan has in his hands. Logan looks at the referee, denying that he used the weapon, trying to point out who threw it to him. But the referee has already put 2 and 2 together and has come up with 5, turning and signalling for the bell!! Logan angrily confronts the referee, even as Lightning sits up, a huge grin on his face.*

Rockwell: Did they just...

Hood: They pulled a Guerrero!!

Rockwell: So that means that Lightning...

Minos: Here is your winner via disqualification... Lightning!!

*The crowd is in complete shock, even as Lightning pulls himself up, raising an arm in victory. He starts posing towards the crowd, while throwing one towards his smiling brother as well.*

Rockwell: My god... Lightning has earned a victory in the GCWA!

Hood: We're in the middle of a pandemic, I can't think of a better time for this omen to happen...

Rockwell: I'm completely stunned!



*Lightning throws up another pose, loving every minute of the crowd's stunned silence. He turns around to go to the other side... and Logan nails him right between the eyes with the brass knuckles!!! Lightning collapses onto his back, out cold, but that's not good enough for Logan, who drops down onto the wrestler and punches him again! The referee tries to intercede, but Logan pushes him away, before grabbing Lightning by the head and telling him that this is all Lightning's fault. He rears back for another shot, but reconsiders when he sees Thunder sliding into the ring with a steel chair! Logan backs off, looking down at the sight of blood on the canvas, a sign of his work. He then turns and leaves the ring.*

Rockwell: Lightning's been busted open!

Hood: Everyone's afraid of germs right now, and yet our jobbers keep bleeding!

Rockwell: We might need some help out here!

*Thunder checks on his brother, calling for help. Lightning is still out cold, as the referee quickly has a towel brought in to put against the cut on his forehead. Logan is shown, walking towards the back. He doesn't look towards the ring once. A medic is heading down past him as we cut away.*







*As we return from commercial, we see a tag line that says "Earlier This Evening". We cut backstage to the parking lot to see a limousine pull up. It come to a stop and the driver exits and walks to the back. He opens the door and out steps Johnathan Barrows. He gives the driver his thanks and tries to head towards the arena door, but is mobbed by reporters asking rapid fire questions. Barrows looks flustered by the assault and tried to answer when suddenly the reporters are sprayed by a heavy mist. The camera turns towards the source and we see Mike Zybala holding a fire extinguisher! He sprays the reporters again and they flee! Zybala yells after them.*

Zybala: SIX FEET MEANS SIX FEET! (turns towards his boss) You okay Mr. Barrows?

*Before he answers, Barrows sniffs the air. A lot of puzzlement is etched across his face.*

Jonathan Barrows: What did you spray them with?

Zybala: Hand Sanitizer! Had this baby custom made to help prevent the spread of Corona. If you'll excuse me, I've got more social distancing to enforce.

*Before Barrows can respond, Zybala heads off to do.... whatever. Barrows shrugs and continues to make his way into the building.*

Rockwell: So now we know for sure that Zybala is here tonight, with his title on the line!

Hood: What an idiot. Those reporters were just doing their jobs!

Rockwell: I mean, they were kind of close to Mr. Barrows...

Hood: Yeah, and I hate reporters... but I hate Zybala more...

Rockwell: Well, here at ringside, they've managed to get Lightning to the back. All we can hope is that his injuries aren't too severe after that attack from Logan.


Singles Match
The Enforcer (0-0) vs. Thunder (0-10)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... already in the ring... standing 6'3" and weighing 220 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... here is Thunder!

*Thunder, for once, doesn't throw a pose while his intro music is playing. He looks still concerned about the fate of his brother, who was carted out during the commercial break.*

Hood: So Thunder's got to win this match pretty quickly if he wants to win priority access to the Super Nintendo Classic.

Rockwell: I don't think Thunder cares about the bet anymore. Lightning took an awful beating from Logan after his match.

Hood: Yeah, but Lightning still got a notch in the win column. Thunder can take out his anger on the other new guy and maybe both Wrath of the Storm wrestlers can pull it off tonight.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 275 lbs... from Brooklyn, New York... appearing in his first match with the GCWA... here is The Enforcer!!

*Natural Born Killaz By Ice Cube and Dr. Dre starts playing throughout the arena. Smoke comes from the entrance way. As the smoke is clearing The Enforcer walks through the smoke and looks out at the crowd. Enforcer than walks down to the ring. He walks up the stairs on to the ring apron, looks out at the crowd and lifts his arms out to the side. Enforcer steps through the top and middle ropes. Enforcer walks over to the the opposite ring ropes and lifts his arms out to his side.*

Rockwell: The Enforcer flew in this week on his private jet, showing that we have another wrestler with a lot of funding behind him.

Hood: Don't you have a private jet? One that you won't let me use?

Rockwell: Maybe you should ask The Enforcer if he'll let you.

Hood: He doesn't know me yet. You've known me for years!

Rockwell: Exactly. You'd have a better chance.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: After Logan's shocking loss, will The Enforcer have a better debut in the GCWA?

Hood: I don't think I could handle both Wrath of the Storm members winning on the same night.

*Thunder shakes himself in the corner, trying to will himself back into the fight. He still seems worried about Lightning's condition. The Enforcer, caring nothing for Lightning, doesn't have that problem. He rushes towards Thunder as soon as his back is turned, ramming him into the turnbuckle with a high knee to the back! After a few stiff elbows to the face, The Enforcer drags Thunder out, throwing him to the ropes. As soon as Thunder returns, The Enforcer catches him and tosses him up with a great show of strength, bringing him down with a pop-up powerbomb!! He makes the cover, with the referee sliding in... 1... 2... and somehow Thunder kicks out. The Enforcer is immediately up, dragging Thunder up and bringing the wrestler up on his shoulder. He takes a stem and spins him down with a powerslam, knocking the wind out of him! The Enforcer makes another cover, hanging onto the leg this time... 1... 2... but Thunder manages to escape again.*

Rockwell: The Enforcer has called out the champions in the GCWA, and he's putting together a show for them right now!

Hood: The guy's pretty powerful. Thunder's not exactly a lightweight.

Rockwell: If Thunder's plan involved Lightning, that one's gone out the window, and he's not getting any opportunity at a Plan B.

*The Enforcer appears to be thinking through each move, crafting the path to the most damage he can do to his opponent. He sends Thunder into the ropes, with Thunder coming back with an attempted clothesline. But The Enforcer ducks under it, then turns and catches Thunder on the rebound, bringing him down hard with a spinning spinebuster!! Thunder's on his back, staring upwards at nothing, as The Enforcer gets back up, dusting himself off. It's almost as if he sees this match as being beneath him. He grabs Thunder once more, hauling him up and taunting him, calling him "Phil". He gets Thunder in the air again, this time landing a destructive brainbuster!! Thunder's shuddering from the impact, as The Enforcer goes for the pin... 1... 2... no, The Enforcer raises Thunder up before the count can be completed! The referee protests, annoyed at having a count ended that way, but The Enforcer doesn't care.*

Rockwell: I think The Enforcer could have won right there...

Hood: He's got something else in mind, Adrian, which is bad news for Thunder.

Rockwell: True, but remember, Logan didn't put Lightning away quickly, and look what happened there.

*It doesn't seem like Thunder has any chance at this point, as he's still laying on the mat. The Enforcer reaches down to pull the battered wrestler up, not bothering to be gentle about it. He drives a knee into Thunder a few times, knocking the wind out of him, before looking around the audience with a smug smile. He then snaps Thunder down with the DeathPenalty DDT!! Thunder's out, but this isn't enough for The Enforcer, either, as he pulls the wrestler to a sitting position and gets behind him. After a second or two, The Enforcer wraps his arm around Thunder's throat, applying the Omerta Katahajime submission!!! The referee moves in, checking on Thunder, who hasn't moved much since even before the DDT. The referee quickly grabs Thunder's arm and lifts it three times, watching it fall every time, before signalling for the bell. The referee then returns, working to get The Enforcer off of Thunder, which isn't an easy task.*

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

Hood: I like this guy!

Rockwell: He definitely destroyed Thunder here tonight. After that punishment, we might have both Wrath of the Storm wrestlers in the hospital tonight.

Hood: I hope the other wrestlers realize that The Enforcer can back up his talk. I'm looking forward to watching his climb to the top!

*The Enforcer gets his arm raised by the referee, although he doesn't look happy at having been touched by him. He walks away from the referee, going to the opposite ropes and once again lifting his arms out to his side. This gets some boos from the sparse crowd, which doesn't bother The Enforcer in the slightest. He leaves, as the referee works to revive Thunder. We cut out.*



*The camera cuts to deep below the arena, in the boiler room, where we see The Reason preparing The Empty for his battle tonight.*

The Reason: Remember, you are no mere man. You are a monster, possessed by a god of infinite darkness. We need to sacrifice Ryot's soul to the holy darkness that drains the light from all things. Devour his very soul!

*The Empty does not move, standing there in the darkness. It is a terrifying image. We head off to commercial.*







*As we come back from break we see that Hood and Rockwell have noticed that a group of clowns have sort of carved their way through the crowd.*

Hood: What in the hell is this?

Rockwell: I have no idea partner but this is weird even for this place.

*As the clowns circle the ring "Monsters" by Shinedown blares and out comes someone that is dressed in a full haz mat suit and is spraying a can of Lysol as their towards the ring. A few fans try to grab at the suit but the person sprays them with the Lysol and then what can only be described as his "nurse" takes out a wet wipe and wipes down the part of the suit that was touched.*

Hood: I really have no idea what the hell is going on but this is something else.

Rockwell: Well I would say they have a real fear of germs I guess.

*As the nurse and the man in the haz mat suit finally get to the ring the nurse sits on the middle rope and holds them open for the person to step through. One clown enters the ring and approaches the man as the music starts to fade and he helps the person with the top of the suit and we see that is Noah Hanson but he still has a surgical mask on so this is still continuing...*

Hood: Well look who it is...

Rockwell: Well after the impressive showing in the qualifier he has been absent but there have been rumors that we might see him again and well the rumors were right.

Hood: I wonder what this is all about?

*The Lead Clown walks over to the side of the ring and demands a mic and is handed one, he returns to Noah but the nurse puts up a hand. The clown hands the mic to her and she wipes it down and then hands it to Noah. Noah seems to inspect the mic and then raises it to his lips.*

Noah Hanson: (muffled) .....

Hood: What did he say?

Rockwell: No clue...

*Noah looks frustrated and then looks to the nurse and points to the mask. She pulls it down...*

Noah Hanson: See what you people made me do! I have had to come here and put MY safety at risk because you all just can't stay at home and I am not going to risk all that I have because you people have to come out here and get your violent fix. See when I was last here, when I was contacted about appearing in a match I was like all excited. I wanted to get out, I wanted to shake some rust off since World Wrestling Headquarters has deemed me as too unstable or something. But you know what I went out there and tore this shit down and although I believe that the deck was stacked against me. I mean you teamed me with a man that is tougher than a two dollar steak that was on my grill for six hours. See he could have been exposed to that Coronavirus, you people let old man winter wrestle a match. And let's be clear about something I was shocked that he didn't need a walker or something to get to the ring or the fact that he actually lived through the match. I mean I looked at the team and Langston and I should have been enough and I thought Depth might have been able to get his dick out of the dirt long enough to actually get something done in the match but no he couldn't be depended on to get anything done right!

Hood: Is there a point in all of this?

Rockwell: Let the man speak....

Noah Hanson: See what this boils down to is I am looking for a fight, don't care when or how but I have a who in mind and that would be one Jack Puffer. See I don't have a problem with you Puffer, I think you and your little mustard crew have a few screws loose but this a challenge that I am looking directly at you. You name the time and place and I'll be there and no hat mat suit I promise...

*Noah pauses...*

Noah Hanson: See I think I was set up, I think Langston was set up. I don't like being played for a punk but this isn't about getting revenge or some dark plot this is just the beginning....

*The lights go out....*

Hood: What the fuck?

Rockwell: Language...

Hood: Really...

*When the lights come back on a simple envelope is left sitting in the ring as the camera zooms in it reads "Puffer"....*

Hood: Somebody deliver that letter!

Rockwell: I can have it brought to you, Hood...

Hood: No, are you kidding? Who touches someone else's mail, when the disease could be all over it??

Rockwell: You did see what Hanson was wearing, right?

Hood: I don't care, it's someone else's problem!

Rockwell: Well, then, while that envelope gets delivered, let's get another match started!


Singles Match
Phoenix Chadwick (2-1) vs. Lucas Thames (3-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... coming down the aisle... standing 6'4" and weighing 245 lbs... from Detroit, Michigan... here is Lucas "The Icon" Thames!!

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

Rockwell: Thames has continued to work with Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn, training him up to be a stronger superstar.

Hood: I agree with the phone caller. Vaughn isn't worth spending that much time on.

Rockwell: It is interesting that Thames was threatened this week, especially about badmouthing his bosses.

Hood: He shouldn't do that, either!

Rockwell: So... was it you on the phone?

Hood: Of course not! Why the hell would I have Thames' number?

Rockwell: ...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'1" and weighing 187 lbs... from London, England... here is Phoenix Chadwick!!

*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. The lights hit the entryway... and no one comes out. The music keeps on playing, but there's no sign of anyone making their way towards the ring. Thames watches closely, leaning on the ropes.*

Rockwell: Phoenix Chadwick put on a strong performance at Ultimate Survival... but where is he?

Hood: I heard on Twitter that Chadwick was looking for a new fed.

Rockwell: Did he ever officially resign from the GCWA?

Hood: Nope. He's still contracted. But I guess that doesn't mean he'll actually show up.

Rockwell: Well, shit...

*The music cuts out, with Thames looking over at the referee. The ref shrugs, then signals for the bell to ring.*

Rockwell: So we're just doing this?

Hood: Apparently so.

*The referee starts his count, with the crowd counting along with him. Thames looks like he'd rather have a fight, but there's no sign of Chadwick. The ref gets to 6, 7, 8... no sign. He finishes off the count, then signals for the bell to ring again.*

Hood: So much for that...

Rockwell: Damn, this could have been such a good match between two technical wrestlers!

Hood: Instead, it's a waste of TV time.

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

*The referee goes to lift up Thames' hand, but he just steps away, looking disappointed. That's when "What I've Done" by Linkin Park begins to play! The fans all turn to look at the entryway, curious, as the lights around the entrance begin to flash rapidly. In the midst of this, the dark, tortured presence of Xtreme appears!!!*

Rockwell: It's Xtreme!

Hood: We haven't seen him since The A-List tried to destroy his ankle!

Rockwell: I didn't know he'd been cleared to come back!

Hood: Knowing him, he probably wasn't...

*Xtreme is still seemingly limping, but he's not letting that stop him. He rolls into the ring and stands up, going to confront Thames with a dark laugh. Thames, a small smile on his face, turns and nods to the referee, who goes ahead and signals for the bell!*

Rockwell: Really??

Hood: Yep, apparently we're getting a match after all!


Singles Match
Lucas Thames (4-1) vs. Xtreme (7-24-1)

*Xtreme laughs again, looking pleased to be back in the realm of punishment he's loved for so long. He steps towards Thames, throwing a right cross that knocks Thames back! Thames responds with a haymaker of his own, and soon the two men are slugging it out! The referee watches closely, probably wanting to say something about closed fists but knowing that never flies with the wrestlers. Thames gets control, shooting Xtreme into the ropes and catching him on the return with a snap tiger suplex!! Xtreme rolls away, in pain and loving it, as Thames jumps back to his feet and goes after him.*

Hood: Well, Xtreme's going to be happy tonight!

Rockwell: He's the only wrestler I've ever known who would rather get beaten up by his opponents rather than win!

Hood: Yeah, the angriest I've ever seen him was that one time Puffer didn't show up... hey, I wonder if that's why he came out? He didn't want Thames to go through the same thing!

Rockwell: In Xtreme's twisted mind, that's probably logical, Hood.

*Thames has Xtreme up again, striking away at him. He gets a knee to Xtreme's gut, bending him over, allowing him to hit the Iconizer (leg-assisted neckbreaker)!! Xtreme's down, but Thames doesn't go for the cover. He gets Xtreme's arm instead, applying a Crossface variation. Xtreme's head gets pulled back, but he's definitely got a smile on his face. He shows no sign of tapping, even as the referee moves in to check on them. Thames, realizing this isn't going to work, releases the hold and hauls Xtreme back up, only to have Xtreme go to the eyes! As Thames staggers back, Xtreme goes to the ropes and returns with a short leap straight into Thames, using his own body to do more damage!*

Rockwell: Xtreme showing that he's still willing to hurt himself to win!

Hood: Xtreme's willing to hurt himself in order to wake up in the morning! The guy's nuts!

Rockwell: Hence why he keeps ending up back in the asylum when he's hurt...

*Xtreme tries to lift Thames onto his shoulders, wanting Xtreme Measures (F5), but Thames fights it off, scoring with some kicks that stun the big man. Xtreme stumbles away, still looking happy to get struck, then turns back, only for Thames to clobber him with a combination of punches. Xtreme gets knocked away from Thames, who immediately jumps forward to hit him with LIGHTS OUT (Standing Roundhouse To Back of Head)!!! Xtreme falls into the ropes, dazed from the strike, the smile finally knocked from his face. Thames waits for him to get up, then steps in, locking up Xtreme around the head with All It Takes Is Five Seconds (Anaconda Vice)!!!!*

Rockwell: It's locked in! Will Xtreme submit??

Hood: With his love of pain? I doubt it!

Rockwell: What about his love of oxygen?

Hood: Well, that's different!

*Xtreme struggles to get free, not wanting things to end here. He probably was hoping for more weaponry to get involved. But he can't reach the ropes, as Thames is doing his best to keep him near the center of the ring. Xtreme drops to one knee, then both, still with one arm reaching out to the ropes. He can't make it, as he slumps to the mat, with Thames keeping the hold tightly locked in. The referee moves in, checking on the unconscious Xtreme. After checking his arm, the referee signals for the bell, mercifully ending this one. Thames immediately releases the hold, looking pleased.*

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

Rockwell: Thames notches two victories here tonight!

Hood: I mean, one guy didn't show up, and the other was Xtreme...

Rockwell: Still, it's not a bad night's paycheck for Thames, as he's starting to look more and more dominant!

*Thames gets his hand raised again, this time looking a lot more excited about it. After all, there's something a lot more satisfying about winning the right way. He takes a moment to nod to Xtreme, thankful to him for showing up. Xtreme will have no memory of this, as he's still out cold. We head off to commercial.*







A dust-ridden attic, barely lit by a flickering light bulb, filled with only boxes and cobwebs. It's quiet here, but only for a few seconds.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

The sound of floorboards bending is the only thing piercing through the silence, until it finally stops. No more footsteps, no more squeaking, instead it's replaced with hushed breathing, but with no source in sight. The video feed begins to distort. As the static becomes the majority of our view, we catch a few frames of a figure shambling past a row of boxes, before the feed quickly drops and the signal is lost. A few seconds creep by.

1 Mississippi
2 Mississippi
3 Mississippi
4 Mi-

The feed is back, but the figure is gone. The sound of air leaving the lungs is lost. Any sign of the figure is gone. Time crawls forward slowly, eerily. The flickering light seems to speed up, flashing faster and faster, before finally staying lit. The room is now filled with light, and we notice something odd. Writing on the floor, dug out of the dust.

"I..."

*We go back to ringside, where both Hood and Rockwell are looking at each other.*

Hood: What the fuck was that all about??

Rockwell: I have no clue, Hood.

Hood: Why is there so much creepy shit tonight?? Clowns, weird Mississippis, Zybala...

Rockwell: Look, let's just get back to the wrestling, Hood...

Hood: That'd be nice...


Singles Match
John E Depth (0-2) vs. Tony Savage (12-1)

Minos: The next match is a Non-Title match scheduled 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 has been doing work at the Mustard Factory as of late, although I don't know if he's an official member of the stable.

Hood: Wasn't it crazy, seeing the former ICWF Television Champion, Reid?

Rockwell: I'm betting most of our audience has no idea who he is, Hood.

Hood: They need to learn some wrestling history, damnit!

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

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

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

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

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

Rockwell: I have to say, seeing Tony Savage in cosplay was... different.

Hood: Was he in cosplay? All I remember is his wife... my god, what a woman...

Rockwell: Cool yourself, Hood.

Hood: Hey, we've all been in isolation for a month, I can't help myself!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So what can Depth offer against the holder of two championships?

Hood: You'd be surprised what Depth is willing to offer...

Rockwell: No, no, I don't think I'd be surprised. Disgusted, maybe, but not surprised...

*Savage steps forward, ready to end Depth quickly and notch another victory in his belt. He starts towards Depth, but Depth steps back, speaking to the referee instead. Apparently he doesn't think that Savage was searched closely enough by security. The referee argues with him, saying that Savage gets more scrutiny than most wrestlers, but Depth is insisting that Savage is hiding a weapon. Savage steps back, laughing to himself at the argument. He tells the ref to get it over with so he can get to the "dick-whipping". The referee steps in, checking Savage's legs for anything hidden. Savage smirks down at him, even as Depth waits. He suddenly looks behind Savage, a tell-tale look, which causes Savage to pull away from the ref and spin around... to nothing. Savage then gets grabbed from behind by Depth, who yanks him down for a roll-up! 1... 2... Savage kicks out, leaping to his feet, no, schoolboy from Depth! 1... 2.. No! Savage escapes!*

Rockwell: Two near falls out of the gate!

Hood: Holy shit, Depth almost upset the North American Champion!

Rockwell: It's clear that Depth's training leaned towards "win quickly", which is probably his only chance!

*A furious Savage attacks Depth, swinging heavy shots into his ribs that drive the wrestler back. Depth, sensing that the moment has been missed, tries to turn and leave the ring, but Savage drags him back in through the ropes, angrily locking on and giving him a high-angle tiger suplex!! Depth rolls to his stomach, hurting, even as Savage comes after him on the mat, punching away at him. His fury is getting the best of him, as the referee has to pull Savage off, threatening him with a disqualification if he doesn't regain control. Savage takes a few seconds, breathing heavily, before nodding to the referee and going back to Depth. He pulls his opponent to his feet and shoots him into the ropes, catching Depth on the way back with a devastating spinebuster! With Depth on his back, Savage makes the cover, shoving one arm down hard over Depth's throat. The ref is there... 1... 2... and Depth pushes out, getting his shoulder up! Savage, a little surprised, quickly goes back on the attack.*

Hood: It's worst-case scenario for Depth. Looks like Savage is pissed!

Rockwell: If Depth could have scored the quick pin, he could have gotten out of there unscathed. But things didn't work out.

Hood: Savage is going to murder him!

*Savage has brought Depth into one of the corners now, pounding away on him with fierce punches and kicks. Depth sags, just trying to protect his face from the onslaught. Savage taunts Depth, cursing him out, saying that he should have just stayed down. He then lifts Depth up onto the turnbuckle and locks him up, walking out of the corner for a Muscle Buster!! But Depth, shockingly, fights free, managing a knee strike to Savage's head that causes Savage to let him go. Depth lands behind Savage and runs to the ropes, bouncing off with a leap as Savage turns. The flying forearm connects with Savage's jaw, sending Savage stumbling back into the corner!! He tries to get back up, but Depth runs in, hitting a clothesline tackle in the corner, followed by a second and a third! Depth then climbs up on Savage, delivering elbow strikes as the crowd counts along to 10. At #10, Depth throws in a little porn-star shimmy before delivering the final blow: an eye rake that blinds the champion!*

Hood: Depth's actually putting up a fight!

Rockwell: I guess his training at the Mustard Factory is actually having an effect on him. Could we be seeing a rebirth of John E Depth?

Hood: If Lightning can get a victory, anything can happen!

*Depth kicks away at Savage in the corner, still working to soften up the North American Champion. He turns to the crowd, pointing out at a few lovely ladies in the front row, apparently dedicating this to them. He then grabs Savage by the head and runs forward, going for a bulldog... but Savage shoves Depth forward instead, sending him crashing back-first to the mat! Depth, stunned, works to get back to his feet, but Savage gets there first, kicking Depth in the stomach and delivering a Double Arm DDT! Depth is down, with Savage working to roll him over... 1... 2... but Depth manages to kick out at the last second. Savage pulls himself up, stomping down on Depth's hand to cause some additional pain. He then steps around Depth's head and applies a reverse chin lock, while putting his knee into Depth's back! Depth, in tremendous pain, is approached by the referee, but he surprisingly refuses to tap out, as Savage cranks on the pressure.*

Rockwell: Savage is back in control, grinding down Depth!

Hood: Please don't use "grinding" and "Depth" at the same time...

Rockwell: What, does it make you remember one of his movies?

Hood: Ye... no, I haven't seen any of those movies...

Rockwell: Sure...

*With Depth refusing to submit, Savage opts for a new tactic. He stands up, pulling Depth with him, and lifts him onto his shoulder. He then takes a step and drops with a shoulder buster, looking to dislocate Depth's shoulder!! Depth falls to the mat, groaning, with Savage dropping on top of him to try and end this... 1... 2... but no! Somehow, Depth is still fighting! Savage, in response, picks Depth back up and lifts him into a quick suplex. He doesn't let go, though, landing two more in sequence before going for the cover again... 1... 2... 3, NO! Depth won't stay down, to the shock of pretty much everyone in the building. Savage shakes his head in frustration and gets Depth up once more, signalling that he's finished with him. He whips Depth to the ropes and sets, going for One Shot, One Kill (Heart Punch)!! But Depth slides under it, popping up again as Savage turns, and gets the Rough Cut (Diamond Cutter)!!! The place is on its feet, but Depth stays on his back, unable to go for the pin!*

Rockwell: He got it!! Depth got his finisher!!

Hood: Holy shit!! If he can just put an arm on Savage...

*After a few more seconds, Depth finally comes to enough to realize what just happened. He achingly rolls himself over to put his weight on Savage, with the referee waiting... 1... 2... Savage kicks out! Depth looks very disappointed, knowing how close things just came. He struggles up from his knees, trying to stay upright as he looks down at Savage, who's already stirring. Depth waits, trying to position himself for another Rough Cut! But as Depth grabs his head, Savage throws an uppercut that snaps Depth's head back, sending him staggering back to the ropes! As Depth rebounds, Savage catches him on the way back with a spinning powerslam!! Savage stays on top... 1... 2... kickout! Depth, despite the pain, doesn't want to stay down! But Savage is ready to end it. He grabs Depth, kneeing him once in the head to stagger him, then sends him to the ropes once more. This time, Depth can't avoid it, as Savage nails him with One Shot, One Kill!! Depth collapses, with Savage making the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!*

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

Rockwell: Savage takes the victory with that lethal heart punch!

Hood: But what a fight from John E Depth! I don't think anyone saw this match being competitive!

Rockwell: Depth put up a good battle, but there was no getting past the talent and skills of Tony Savage. The winning streak continues!

Hood: I never thought I would enjoy a Depth match so much! BIBLE CLUB, BAYBEE!!

*Savage is back on his feet, with the referee bringing him his title belts. He's looking to the side at where John E Depth has crawled to the corner, laying there. It's hard to tell if it's a look of grudging respect for just a general scowl, but either way, they lock eyes for a moment before Savage turns and raises his belts in the air, showing his dominance. He turns and leaves the ring, as Depth continues to take some time to try and heal from the massive hit he just took.*



*We go backstage to the Barrows' office, where Jonathan, Hunter, & Deana Barrows are all in attendance. There appears to be an uneasy truce going on, as the three continue to prepare for Blood On The Battlefield V.*

Hunter Barrows: Are you sure this location is going to be legal?

Deana Barrows: Of course, dear brother. That's the whole point of having it where it is.

Jonathan Barrows: I've talked to a few of my own contacts. Yes, Deana, separate from yours and Dad's. They seem to think the same thing: it's going to be possible, but we have to be very, very careful.

Deana Barrows: You're both too cautious. This is going to be one of the biggest shows we've ever done, and afterwards, you'll both be thanking me.

Jonathan Barrows: Believe me, Deana, with the company's name on the line, I'm pulling heavily for this to be the success you believe. We'll see...

*There's suddenly a knock at the door, causing everyone to turn their heads.*

Deana Barrows: Oh, he's early!

Jonathan Barrows: Who's early?

*Deana steps over to the door, opening it to reveal... Anderson Haze! The wrestler steps into the room, smiling at Deana, before looking over at Jonathan & Hunter.*

Deana Barrows: This young man has asked for another opportunity here in the GCWA. I think we should give it to him.

Jonathan Barrows: ... Healed up from Ultimate Survival, I see?

*Jonathan's voice is cold, possibly remembering that Haze was on Team Barrows, the team that couldn't stop The Big Bifford. Haze doesn't back down.*

Anderson Haze: If you give me one more chance, you won't regret it.

*Jonathan considers Haze for a moment, before nodding.*

Jonathan Barrows: Fine. You'll get a match next week. I expect to be wowed. Good luck.

*Haze, a smile on his face, nods to Deana and turns, leaving the room.*

Deana Barrows: Thank you, Jonathan.

Jonathan Barrows: Can we get back to planning now? We've got a lot more to put together. May isn't that far off.

*The group goes back to discussing Blood On The Battlefield V as we fade to commercial.*







*We see Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn in the back, walking up to Lucas Thames with a big smile on his face.*

Peter Vaughn: Great victories tonight, Mr. Thames! Two at once! I've never done that!

*Thames looks around for a moment, as if wondering if someone else is watching.*

Lucas Thames: Warthog is on next, isn't he? Let's go watch.

Peter Vaughn: I hope Mr. Zybala has no problems with him. Warthog can be sneaky.

*The two move off to go find a TV. We go back to the ring.*

Hood: At least we didn't have Vaughn wrestling today.

Rockwell: He won his last match, he probably just wants to enjoy it for a while.

Hood: Okay, enough stalling, let's pull off the band-aid.

Rockwell: What do you mean?

Hood: Just... get to the Zybala match!

Rockwell: Oh! Alright, take it away, Minos!


GCWA Unified X Division Title Match
Mike Zybala(c) (5-4) vs. Aaron Warthog (2-10)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... and is for the GCWA Unified X Division Championship!!

*The crowd, always ready for a title match, gets hyped up.*

Minos: Introducing first, the challenger... 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 got destroyed by The Empty last week, but he got out of a hospital room in order to compete here tonight.

Hood: I like Warthog's resilience. He keeps coming back, and now he has a chance to end the disaster known as Zybala.

Rockwell: Very few people are happy with Zybala giving Warthog a shot here tonight.

Hood: Hey, Warthog was practically glowing when he found out. And I'm happy with anyone willing to beat up Zybala. So happiness is going around...

Rockwell: If you say so...

Minos: His 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.*

Hood: Look at him, so smug in there.

Rockwell: Well, love him or hate him, and I know you hate him, but Zybala has kept paying his staff at Exile Island during the pandemic. That can't be cheap.

Hood: Do you think he'll go broke? He couldn't wrestle anymore if he's broke, right?

Rockwell: Logic suggests that if he's going broke, he'll wrestle MORE to make more money to cover it...

Hood: Oh, this hellish pandemic just keeps getting worse and worse!!!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Can Warthog shock the world and win the title here tonight?

Hood: I put $10 on him earlier.

Rockwell: Only $10?

Hood: I don't expect to get it back, but if Warthog somehow wins, the odds say I'll make a fortune!

Rockwell: Ahhh, fair enough.

*Zybala is now standing in the center of the ring, staring at Warthog. The challenger is taking some deep breaths, preparing himself for his biggest opportunity ever. He nods to Zybala, walking towards him and putting out his hand. Zybala, smiling, reaches out as well... only for Warthog to slug him! Zybala stumbles away, as Warthog, smirking, takes a couple of steps back and calls him on. But Zybala just smiles at him again, shaking his head. He say something to Warthog about "a test", before turning his back on the wrestler!! Zybala puts his arms out into the air, waiting, as a confused Warthog stares at him. Warthog grins and runs forward, going for the Stampede (Spear)... but the lights go out!! When they come back up, Warthog is in the corner, looking around frantically. Zybala's where he was, looking disappointed. Warthog immediately charges again... the lights go out... and when they're back up, Warthog's on the other side, but Zybala's still standing in the center!*

Rockwell: Warthog is getting tested by Zybala, and I think he's failing!

Hood: That's black magic, damn it! This guy's a regular Lord Voldemort!

Rockwell: You're not supposed to say his name!

Hood: Fuck that, those movies are old now!

*Warthog, looking frustrated, yells at Zybala to stop doing that. Zybala, surprisingly, agrees, nodding to him. Warthog, trusting him, rushes forward once more... and Zybala hits him with the Superkick!!! Warthog collapses backwards, flat on the mat, as Zybala stands over him. He looks even more disappointed as he decides to head to the turnbuckle. Zybala goes up top, taking his time, getting up there to prepare a big move. However, before Zybala can jump, Warthog, possibly just on instinct, starts rolling away from him. He eventually rolls out of the ring, falling to the outside, as Zybala gets back down on the mat. Zybala nods, glad that Warthog at least was able to do that. He then bounces off the ropes and runs his direction, leaping through the ropes with both feet into Warthog's back, sending him crashing forward into the railing!! Warthog's down, even as Zybala stands over him, smiling to the fans cheering him.*

Rockwell: Zybala's got every advantage so far tonight! It's clear his rehab stint didn't hurt his training.

Hood: The lunatic trains with orangutans, Adrian!

Rockwell: And even though none of those orangutans were in rehab with him, Zybala's still doing well!

Hood: I... what??

*The referee is counting away inside the ring, with Zybala taking notice of it. He doesn't want to win that way, so he slaps at Warthog, wanting him to get up. Seeing no movement, Zybala turns and rolls back in, only to roll back out again, resetting the count. He goes back to Warthog, grabbing at his arm... and Warthog pulls him down, causing Zybala to hit head-first on the railing!! Zybala stumbles away, surprised, as Warthog grabs at the bar and pulls himself up. He goes after Zybala, ramming him forward into the edge of the apron! Zybala, wincing, slumps forward towards Warthog, who uses his strength to pick the champion up and toss him through the ropes and back into the ring. Warthog then follows, although it's not easy for him to get his bulk under the ropes. He pulls himself up, seeing Zybala down, and looks more excited. He runs forward, dropping a knee on Zybala, followed by trying a pinfall... 1... and Zybala gets his shoulder up quickly, showing he's got a lot of fight left.*

Hood: That's it, Warthog! Show him what you've got!

Rockwell: You're just rooting for him because you bet on him, Hood.

Hood: No, I root against Zybala in every match! It's just nice to also have money on the line...

*Warthog is trying to get himself fired up now. He picks the champion up and lifts him onto his shoulder, teasing Aggression (Falling powerslam)!! But Zybala pulls himself off of Warthog, landing behind him. Before Warthog can react, Zybala has him locked up, dropping both with a Russian leg sweep! Warthog has both arms over his face, kicking his feet to show the pain he's in. Zybala pulls himself back up, rubbing a sore spot on his head. He watches as Warthog tries to get up, turning and hitting the ropes before coming back with Disrespect (360 spin into backhanded slap to the face)!! Warthog stumbles away, looking surprised more than anything. He puts a hand to his face, turning and glaring at Zybala, who just waves him on. Warthog jumps forward, grabbing at Zybala, who dances away, scoring with strong style kicks to the legs to weaken Warthog's main attack.*

Rockwell: A deep show of disrespect from Zybala! I don't think the test is going so well...

Hood: Come on, Aaron! Do it for all your fans!

Rockwell: Warthog has fans?

Hood: Every wrestler has fans, Adrian, no matter how much they suck.

Rockwell: So you have fans too?

Hood: Screw you.

*Warthog's getting frustrated now, as he swings his heavy arms repeatedly at Zybala without connecting. The champion seems to be untouchable now, avoiding every attempt. Warthog overextends with one grab, allowing Zybala to slip behind him and jump up, applying a sleeper hold! Warthog stumbles around the ring, unable to shake the wrestler on his back. He tries for the ropes, but his vision is obscured, causing him to trip and take a knee near the center of the ring. Zybala, having him down, suddenly realizes the hold and jumps, hitting a dropkick to knock Warthog over. He then grabs for Warthog's leg, pulling it back and applying the Annie Wilkes Special (Single leg Boston Crab/Ankle Lock combo)!!! Warthog's in agony, screaming out as he feels his limb getting twisted in ways that God never intended. Zybala leans back, talking to Warthog about continuing to fight, even as he keeps working the ankle back and forth. Warthog's pulling at his beard, not seeing anywhere to go.*

Hood: C'mon, Warthog! Keep fighting! Don't let the phantasm win!

Rockwell: Strangely, it seems like Zybala's rooting him on as well!

Hood: The guy's nuts! He just needs to be...

Rockwell: Wait, who is that coming out of the crowd??

Hood: What?

*The camera spins, showing two individuals jumping over the railing. They move quickly to the ropes, with one sliding inside while the other gets on the apron and steps over the ropes. The first, quicker man comes up behind an unsuspecting Zybala, and the camera catches a full look at "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas as he comes up, scoring a low blow!!! Zybala, gasping, falls forward, crashing to the mat thanks to the weight of Warthog's leg. The second man, "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson, comes in hard, kicking away at Zybala, as the stunned referee signals for the bell!*

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

Rockwell: What the hell is The A-List doing here?? I thought Dylan was with his pregnant wife!!

Hood: Hah! They're doing me a favor, that's what they're doing!! And remember, Zybala kept Thomas from winning Ultimate Survival!!

Rockwell: As part of the damn match!!

Hood: He still should have known better!!



*Zybala is pulled up by Branson, being held in place. Thomas, smirking, goes for a running punch, but Zybala gets his legs up, shoving Thomas back! He fights free of Branson, turning and going for the Superkick!! But Branson catches his leg at the last second, hanging on, as Thomas comes back with a chopblock to Zybala's other leg!!! Zybala falls, yelling out, as Thomas gets back to his feet, laughing. He signals to Branson, who reaches down and hauls Zybala up again. The champion can barely stand after that chopblock, but Branson doesn't care, as he lifts Zybala up and delivers the FIXED! Chokeslam!!*

Rockwell: They're destroying the X Division Champion!! Where's security??

Hood: Take your time, guys, no rush!

*Thomas pulls the wounded Zybala up, taunting him. He says something about Zybala not being in Thomas' league. Zybala weakly tries to swing, but Branson easily catches his arm, and Thomas takes full advantage, dropping him with the Perfect Finisher (Double knee Gutbuster)!!! Zybala's down, but Thomas isn't done, as he launches a brutal kick into Zybala's head, completing Mind Your Head, Bitch!! Zybala falls over, not moving, as Thomas pats Branson on the chest. Security's finally coming down, rushing to the ring, as The A-List members turn and depart.*

Rockwell: The A-List has sent a powerful message to Mike Zybala that their feud isn't over yet!

Hood: I'm going to need a copy of this for my Blu-Ray, if someone in the back can help with that. Thanks!

Rockwell: Hopefully Zybala isn't too badly hurt from that assault. Unfortunately for Warthog, it also means he takes another loss.

Hood: Hmmm, I wonder if my bet is void due to the interference? Probably not... oh well, $10 well spent!

*A couple of medics are in the ring now, checking on Zybala. We see Aaron Warthog pulling himself up on the outside. He doesn't seem to know what happened, other than that the champion is down. He walks over, asking if he can have the belt, but the referee comes over to block him, saying that he didn't win. Warthog doesn't understand, pointing out that he's the one standing. Further up the crowd, we see Branson & Thomas both standing side-by-side, with Thomas unable to hide the huge smile on his face. We fade out.*







*STATIC*

*Cameras open up to a visual of Brady sitting in a large throne with a very naked Britney Anders laying across his thighs with her buttock placed perfectly below his hands with the GCWA World tag team championship and a mountain of marijuana resting atop her tailbone.*

*Brady unwraps a backwood and starts placing marijuana onto the leaf.*

BRADY VEGA: Ha, GCWA. My playground, my kingdom.... I see there is an open slot for Mike Zybala to defend the Unified X Division championship at Blood on The Battlefield V.

*Brady licks the wrap and twists the leaf around the marijuana.*

BRADY VEGA: I want that spot. I want that belt. I want that match, but I want to send a message to Zybala first. So here's an open challenge to whoever the fuck wants to battle me at the next inferno. I am undefeated in GCWA and I will remain that way. If I can stay that way, undefeated until May 3rd, I want my match for the Unified X Division championship!

*Brady lights the backwood and takes a few hits.*

BRADY VEGA: Barrows? ... Do you want your ratings to rise or not?

*Brady laughs before taking a few more puffs. He slaps Britney on the buttock as the cameras fade out. We go back to Hood & Rockwell.*

Rockwell: Strong words from Vega, calling out Mike Zybala! It looks like Zybala's being targeted by many wrestlers now, Hood.

Hood: *drooling*

Rockwell: Snap out of it! Just because Anders was naked...

Hood: What... wait, where are we? Can we run that video again?

Rockwell: Focus, Hood! Brady Vega, co-holder of the Tag-Team Titles, wants to secure more gold between Savage and himself!

Hood: Well, they certainly are strong enough to do it... they might own the GCWA by the end... now can I see the video again?

Rockwell: No!

Hood: Damn it.

Rockwell: It's time for our main event!


Last Man Standing Match
The Empty (2-1) vs. The Empty (3-3)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is a Last Man Standing match!

*The crowd understandably shows their excitement at this announcement.*

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

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

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

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

Rockwell: Ryot has been blaming GCWA officials for his recent losses, including last week to The Lost Soul.

Hood: Hey, the guy's got a point. The Lost Soul clearly cheated, and never should have been allowed to put his hands on Lionel.

Rockwell: He was leaping outside towards Ryot, and Ryot put Lionel in the way!

Hood: Not from where I stood, Ryot tried to SAVE Lionel! But that's besides the point. No one should have let The Empty's music play.

Rockwell: Unfortunately, it happened, and tonight, Ryot has a chance at some revenge, even though we're still not sure if it was set up by The Reason or The Lost Soul.

Hood: It doesn't matter, Ryot will get revenge on both of them. The Empty's just first!

Minos: His opponent... standing 7'0" and weighing 358 lbs... from Parts Best Left Unknown... led to the ring by 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: I'm amazed The Empty can still stand after that whipping he took from The Reason during the week.

Hood: "Spare the rod, spoil the child" doesn't quite fit in this case, does it?

Rockwell: God, no! The beating The Empty took was insane!

Hood: You can't deny, though, that it's made a dangerous beast here in the GCWA. The Empty is probably the last person I'd want to be in a room with... well, maybe Zybala... then Alice... but then The Empty...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go! It's not about pinning your opponent this time, it's about beating him so badly that he can't stand up!

Hood: I'm not sure I've even seen The Empty off his feet, much less staying down for any length of time!

Rockwell: Ryot's shown he's got skills in the ring, but this is going to be so different!

*Ryot walks towards The Empty, talking trash towards him. The Empty doesn't react, just standing there, motionless. Ryot stares at him, then lashes out, hitting a series of strikes and kicks! The hits have an effect, but The Empty just straightens up again after the shots, basically no-selling them. Incensed at this lack of reaction, Ryot turns and goes off the ropes, running back for a high knee strike, but The Empty catches Ryot in mid-air, holding him up! Ryot, surprised, still reacts quickly, smacking The Empty with a shot to his right ear! The Empty drops Ryot, shaking his head clear, then turns back, as Ryot runs in with a leaping forearm shot to the head! The Empty takes a few steps back into the ropes, staying upright. Ryot, seeing this, charges for a crossbody, but The Empty once again catches him, this time giving Ryot a fallaway slam to the outside!! Ryot manages to partially land on his feet, throwing in a roll to get rid of the momentum. He gets to his feet, looking up at the monster standing in the ring, watching him.*

Rockwell: So far, Ryot's throwing every shot he can against The Empty, and it's hard to tell any effect!

Hood: Remember, this is a Last Man Standing contest, which means there are no disqualifications! Ryot needs to get hardcore!

Rockwell: Usually I'd rather they do it with their own hands, but I gotta admit, that might be Ryot's only chance!

*Ryot, seemingly coming to the same conclusion, is looking under the ring. He finds what he's looking for, pulling out a kendo stick! He swings it, showing he's got some knowledge of using it as he turns to enter the ring again. However, The Empty has decided not to wait. He's outside the ring now, stomping towards Ryot! The Natural acts quickly, swinging the stick and smacking it off of The Empty's right arm! He swings again and again, trying to drive The Empty back, but The Empty manages to pin the stick between his arm and body, hanging onto it. As Ryot tries to pull it free, The Empty reaches out with his other arm, catching Ryot around the throat! Ryot lets go of the kendo stick and starts hammering on the arm, trying to get himself out, but The Empty doesn't release. He instead picks Ryot up with one arm and throws him backwards, causing him to smack into the nearby turnbuckle post!! Ryot falls to the ground, holding the back of his head, as The Empty gets the kendo stick and comes from behind, putting it into Ryot's throat from behind and choking him!!*

Rockwell: What power being shown by this monster!

Hood: This is like watching Frankenstein in real life!

Rockwell: I'm really wondering if anyone can stop The Empty!

*Ryot's slumping now, having no luck in getting oxygen. The Empty finally lets go, dropping Ryot to his knees. He then raises the kendo stick, smashing it across Ryot's back with such force that the stick shatters!! Ryot falls forward, not moving, and the referee immediately moves in. He backs The Empty up and starts the count. The fans, not wanting this one over so quickly, are pleading for Ryot to get up. After a count of 6, Ryot starts moving, reaching out and grabbing at the apron curtain. He pulls himself up, ending the count and keeping the match going. The Empty turns to The Reason, who smiles and points, telling him to get back to work. The Empty drops the remains of the kendo stick and goes towards Ryot, grabbing him as he turns and applying a Nerve Claw!!! Ryot is immediately driven to his knees from the hold, gasping in pain, as The Empty tightens his grip. But Ryot quickly lashes upwards with a huge low blow right between the legs!!! The Empty releases the hold, leaning over slightly, but Ryot doesn't stop there, throwing up another low blow!! A third!! A fourth!!! The Empty falls against the apron, finally showing some pain, as Ryot takes advantage of the situation to recover!*

Rockwell: There's always an equalizer!

Hood: Honestly, I'm shocked The Reason hadn't had him neutered just to remove that weakness!

Rockwell: I would assume that would make things a lot messier...

*The Reason has moved closer now, ordering The Empty to ignore the pain and attack. The Empty steps away from the apron and starts over to where Ryot is just getting up... with a steel chair! He smashes it straight into The Empty's face, sending the monster stumbling backwards! Ryot snaps the chair over again, hitting a second huge blow, but The Empty's still not down! Ryot turns and gets up on the apron, wanting higher impact. He runs with a yell, leaping into the air and coming down on The Empty... who punches the chair in mid-air, smashing Ryot backwards!!! The Empty holds his wrist, having done some damage to himself with the 'save'. but Ryot is down. He struggles to get up, grabbing at the chair, but The Empty steps on it, keeping it down. Ryot tries for another low blow, but that's blocked as well, with The Empty hauling him up and setting him in place, twisting him up for an apron powerbomb!! No, Ryot gets free in the spin and lands on the apron, throwing a V-Trigger knee into The Empty's head!! The Empty falls to a knee, as Ryot clings to the ropes to keep from falling.*

Rockwell: He's got him down!

Hood: Only to one knee! And that's taken a lot! How's Ryot going to keep The Empty down for 10??

Rockwell: He's just gotta keep hitting him!

Hood: He should be hiring a bunch of wrestlers to attack and hold The Empty down!

*Ryot is back up on the apron now, having saved himself. He looks down wearily at The Empty, who is already starting to rise back up. Ryot turns away, climbing up a few ropes before springing backwards with a moonsault!! He flips down, landing on The Empty's shoulder... and he spins it around, throwing Ryot off of him and sending him crashing through one of the tables!! The Spanish announce team runs for cover, as Ryot is laying in the wreckage! The referee comes over, avoiding The Empty, and starts a 10 count. Ryot struggles to get out of the debris, still moving, and manages to get back to his feet for a few seconds to stop the count. The Empty comes towards him, reaching out, but Ryot swings a television monitor, clanging against The Empty's head!! Glass flies from the monitor, as The Empty topples backwards, falling to his knees once again!! Ryot, off-balance, still jumps forward, nailing The Empty with a shortened version of RYOT Time (Shining Wizard)!!! The Empty drops to the ground for the first time!!*

Rockwell: Ryot's done it!!

Hood: Not yet he hasn't! He's got to stay down for the 10 count!

*The referee is there now, running through his count. He gets to 5 without sign of movement from The Empty, as Ryot staggers away, hurting badly himself from the crash through the table. The Reason has approached as well, yelling at The Empty to get up. Hearing this, Ryot starts heading The Reason's way, grabbing at him! Behind them, though, The Empty has sat up! He struggles to get up as the ref hits 7, then 8. The Empty gets his large legs under him at 9, rising up and stopping the count! Ryot shoves The Reason away and turns, running towards the Empty... who backdrops him overhead and into the crowd!!! Thankfully for the fans, this was part of the "social distancing" section, but it also means that Ryot crashes down not on bodies, but on empty chairs!! He lays upside-down in the wreckage, stunned, as The Empty slumps back down to a knee, putting a hand up to his mask. It comes off bloody, possibly showing that some of the glass shards made it through the mask!*

Hood: The Empty bleeds!

Rockwell: If it bleeds, Ryot can kill it!

Hood: Now The Empty is The Predator? Actually, that's not much of a stretch...

*The Reason has no sympathy for The Empty's bloody skull. He yells at him to get up, pointing towards where Ryot landed. Since Ryot's not flat, the referee hasn't done a count. The Empty steps over the railing and goes over to him, pulling Ryot off of the chairs. He lifts the lighter wrestler onto his shoulder, carrying him up the aisle.The cameraman follows, making sure to get the best shots, as they get to an exit towards where the food and drink area is located. The Empty isn't headed there, though. He lifts Ryot up, treating him like a lawn dart by throwing him headfirst into the wall!!! Ryot falls to the ground, out of it, as the referee comes over to start the count. He doesn't get far, though, as The Empty himself breaks it up by pulling Ryot off the ground! He takes Ryot towards a camera structure, set up to give some height over the crowd. He throws Ryot into the structure... and Ryot desperately grabs at the poles, climbing up them!*

Rockwell: Ryot's trying to put some distance between him and The Empty!

Hood: I can't blame him, but going higher probably isn't going to help!

Rockwell: You never know, Hood. Ryot just needs a few moments to think about his next course of action!

Hood: It doesn't look like The Empty plans to give that to him...

*In fact, as Ryot is almost at the top, The Empty is scaling up the structure behind him! Ryot turns, seeing him coming, and struggles up to his feet. He turns to the cameraman who's still standing there, his mouth wide open. Ryot yells at him to get out of the way, and the cameraman quickly complies, hurrying back down the other side. In the meantime, Ryot puts the camera off its mount, turning around to where The Empty is almost up. He throws the camera, sending it crashing into The Empty and causing him to nearly fall! The camera goes flying, luckily not hitting anyone on the way down. As The Empty pulls himself back up, Ryot grabs a cable and brings it around The Empty's neck, yanking it tight!! The Empty, thrown off-balance, slips down the structure, but the cable holds, leaving him hanging by the throat!!! The Empty's arms desperately grab for a handhold as Ryot tries to tug as hard as he can, hoping to cause The Empty to black out... or worse!!*

Rockwell: He's choking The Empty out!!

Hood: Now we learn, does the monster need to breathe??

Rockwell: Of course he does, Hood! He's still human!

Hood: IS HE??

*The Empty has managed to grasp the structure by now, pulling himself up to reduce the pressure. Ryot sags to the side, looking exhausted. He shakes his head and drags himself up, glaring down at The Empty as he climbs up once again. As The Empty reaches the top, pulling himself onto the platform, Ryot runs forward to try for another RYOT Time!!! But The Empty yanks on the cable still around his throat, causing it to trip Ryot up!! Ryot saves himself from a plunge, grabbing at the railing, and gets his balance back, but by the time Ryot's up, so is The Empty!! The two face off, with Ryot letting out a deep shout before leaping into a big boot kick!! He hits The Empty, driving him back to the edge!! Ryot laughs and leaps again for another kick, no, The Empty catches him and spins around, dropping with him OFF THE TOP with the Descent Into Madness (Avalanche Death Valley Driver)!!!!! The crowd gasps, with a "Holy Shit!!" chant soon following, as both men have disappeared from view!!*

Hood: Fuck! They're both dead!! We need new talent!!

Rockwell: Where'd they land?? Get the camera over there!

Hood: Are you sure you ever want that shown on television? The censors will hate us!

*The cameraman moves around to a better vantage point, following the referee as he makes his way towards the wrestlers. We see a destroyed field of tables and seats, with the two wrestlers both lying in a heap inside the impact zone!! Neither appears to be moving as the referee starts a 10 count, looking concerned that he needs to get this match ended as soon as possible. He reaches five, six, seven... and The Empty stirs! The huge wrestler struggles to get up, even as the referee says eight... Ryot's trying to move as well, shuddering as he rolls to his side... nine... The Empty's on his feet! But Ryot's still down as the referee yells out "TEN!!" and signals for this one to be over!! The Empty staggers away, heading over towards where The Reason is waiting, a huge smile on his face.*

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

Hood: How did The Empty get up?? I swear to you, he's not human!!

Rockwell: He's sure bleeding like a human, Hood, but he's a hell of a force!

Hood: Ryot put up the greatest fight he could against him, but I don't know if anyone's stopping The Empty!!

Rockwell: I just hope Ryot doesn't have any internal injuries. The guy earned some respect here tonight in the wrestling community!

*The Reason starts off, with The Empty trying to follow. He could probably use medical attention, but The Reason doesn't seem to be interested in allowing it. In the meantime, Ryot has sat up in the debris, an arm clutched tightly around his side. Medics are coming in, trying to get to him, but Ryot doesn't want them getting their hands on him. He struggles to stand up, refusing to stay down, as we jump away.*



*We're back in the garage, where all of the GCWA superstars park their vehicles to stay away from the rest of the world. Tony Savage is seen, walking out after a successful night of wrestling. He stops, though, as Jonathan Barrows steps out in front of him.*

Jonathan Barrows: Excellent win out there tonight, Mr. Savage. You keep on surprising, don't you? Of course, you and your partner seem to be hell-bent on confronting my family, don't you?

*Savage smirks at Barrows, saying nothing but shifting the gold on his shoulders. Barrows takes note.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'm not sure I congratulated you on defending the GCWA Tag-Team Titles. It was a nice win. But as you told me, I'm the one who's supposed to set the title defenses. So since we've already had Tag and X Division Title matches this month, I think it's time you defended the North American Championship...

*Barrows leans in towards Savage, staring at the belt.*

Jonathan Barrows: Against the true Ultimate Survivor... and the Sexiest Man on Earth... PerZag! We'll see you next week, Mr. Savage.

*Barrows walks off. Savage thinks for a moment, then smiles before walking on towards his car. We fade out.*


OOC: And that wraps the 25th Inferno since our return last year! We keep rollin', rollin', rollin'... no quarantine going to stop us! *ahem* Anyway, thanks to those who sent in segments. I could have used more, and we need to work on that as we get closer to our next big show. Looking forward to seeing what everyone brings next week!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, April 17th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

Alice Knight vs. Aaron Warthog

Mid-Card

Brady Vega vs. Xtreme

Anderson Haze vs. Madhouse Madi

The Lost Soul vs. Dangerous Dan

Ed Houston vs. The Big Bifford

Main Event

Tony Savage(c) vs. PerZag, GCWA North American Title match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, April 10th to Wednesday, April 15th, 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!