Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*You'd think viewership would have gone down for Friday Night Inferno as the weeks of the lock-down go on. After all, if you have no employment and you're sitting around at home day after day after day, it would be easy to forgot what day it is. But that hasn't been the case. The fans are out there, having been deprived of baseball, of the NBA, and the NHL. Viewers were salivating over the NFL Draft, just because it's sports-related. So is it any surprise that Friday Night Inferno's ratings are getting stronger and stronger? So trust me on this. As much as it feels that way, you're not alone. You're with the fans of the GCWA, and we will all work together to get through this crisis as a family. Believe it.*

*We watch (together) as the GCWA logo appears, then fades away once more. We start to see visuals from the last few weeks of GCWA programming, as the poster for Blood On The Battlefield V appears in the middle of the screen.*

Deana Barrows: In wrestling, as with life, there can be many twists and turns.

*Video shows Mike Zybala defending the X Division Title against Aaron Warthog, only to get ambushed by A-List members Dylan Thomas & Dave Branson.*

Deana Barrows: Surprises can lurk around every corner.

*We see Tony Savage defending the GCWA North American Title against PerZag, only to get attacked by Hunter Barrows, costing him the championship.*

Deana Barrows: New opportunities can arise from the most unlikely of places.

*Clips of the restored GCWA Television Title are displayed, with Jonathan Barrows announcing the Battle Royal for the belt.*

Deana Barrows: New and greater challenges will always be around the corner.

*Images of Mack O'Connor, as the GCWA World Champion, having stand-offs with The Big Bifford, PerZag, and Ed Houston are shown in sequence.*

Deana Barrows: In the end, it's all about what these wrestlers do with these challenges and opportunities. The New Era is now approaching eight months; who will defeat their challenges and seize their opportunities next week?

*Deana slyly 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 actually looks a little larger this week, with the spacing from the barriers still in place. Fans are a little more willing to come to the arena instead of from home after Governor Abbott's recent discussions about reopening Texas. We focus on some of these brave fans, especially one who's wearing medical scrubs, before heading down to the ring.*

Rockwell: Welcome back to Friday Night Inferno, the show that said Screw Corona, we're staying on air!

Hood: Fuck yeah! 'Merica!

Rockwell: I'm Adrian Rockwell, joined as always by the enigmatic Hood, and we're ready for the go home show before Blood on the Battlefield V! It could be an explosive one, as we await the final announcements for the PPV!

Hood: I heard they're debating setting up a match between me and you, Adrian.

Rockwell: Well, that'd be stupid. I'd murder you.

Hood: Pretty confident about that?

Rockwell: Yep. I'm a former champion, and I may be getting a little older, but I'm sure I could take you.

Hood: Not if it was No Disqualification. Then I could paid off every wrestler in the company to attack you.

Rockwell: Well... that would suck...

Hood: Yeah, it would. I'd be broke, and I don't think it would be worth it...

Rockwell: Well, good thing we won't be going that direction, then. We're expecting a lot tonight, so let's get to it!

*Dangerous" by Within Temptation begins to play, earning strong boos from the fans who have made the trip to the GCWA Arena. Jonathan Barrows walks out, followed by a smug Hunter Barrows and a sly Deana Barrows. The three siblings head for the ring, mics in hand.*

Hood: We've got the whole family out tonight!

Rockwell: Except for The Accelerator...

Hood: Eh, he doesn't count anymore. Great to see the Barrows all together!

*Once all three make it into the ring, they wait for a moment. Hunter is twirling what looks to be a metal pipe in his hand, still smirking. A small "Savage" chant can be heard, but it soon fades away as Jonathan Barrows begins to talk.*

Jonathan Barrows: We have a lot to get to, and not a lot of time, so please quiet yourselves down and stop spreading disease with your yells, okay?

*This gets more boos, with Jonathan looking at Hunter for a moment.*

Jonathan Barrows: First off, let's address the elephant in the room. Last week, there was interference in the Tony Savage/PerZag contest that led to PerZag becoming the GCWA North American Champion. I, unfortunately, was unable to prevent the interference, but everything seems to have worked out for the best.

*More boos rain down.*

Rockwell: Prevent it? Jonathan's brother, Hunter, WAS the interference!

Jonathan Barrows: Rest assured, though, there will be consequences... for Ed Houston. I'm talking to the board now about a potential fine, but have no worries, Houston will still be there next weekend at Blood on the Battlefield V.

*The fans aren't happy with this 'cover-up', but Hunter looks extremely pleased with himself.*

Rockwell: Fine Ed Houston??

Hood: Hey, he WAS trying to get to the ring, and GCWA Security as well as Mr. Barrows himself had to intervene. If that distraction hadn't been going on, maybe Savage could have retained his title.

Rockwell: It was all a set-up, Hood, and you know it!

Jonathan Barrows: As for Mr. Savage, he appears to have not taken the loss of his title well. Unfortunately, we do not expect to see Savage in any capacity at Blood On The Battlefield V. Our lawyers are already drawing up papers for his breach of contract, so don't worry, we won't let him get away with disappointing you fans.

*The crowd is unsurprisingly not impressed with this argument.*

Jonathan Barrows: With that said, let's get on to more important news. Hunter, I'll let you do the honors.

Hunter Barrows: Thank you, bro. So we were discussing this week about how many deserving wrestlers weren't currently booked at Blood on the Battlefield V. We couldn't very well put them all in the Battle Royal, that would make it almost a Righteous Rumble. So we've come up with a few matches that I think the fans will really appreciate.

*The fans still aren't happy, especially hearing from Hunter, but they're interested as he continues to look out at them with a large smile.*

Hunter Barrows: Other companies, in the past, have used items to convey a certain privilege in the wrestling organization: the right to fight for a championship. I believe in OCW, it was called the "Oh Shit" contract?

*This gets a rise out of the OCW faithful in the crowd (and let's face it, a good percentage of fans came to the GCWA from OCW)*

Hunter Barrows: Well, here in the GCWA, we're going to call it a Golden Opportunity. With this contract, you'll have to ability to challenge any champion except the World Champion at any time, as long as you give a week's notice so we can promote it!

*Jonathan & Hunter laugh to each other, knowing how much of a ratings grab this would be. Deana doesn't laugh, as she's just quietly waiting behind them, her usual Mona Lisa style smile on her face.*

Rockwell: A Golden Opportunity! Most wrestlers here would kill for a shot at something like that!

Hood: Thank goodness the Barrows are setting it up this way, to ensure nobody dies!

Rockwell: What?

Hunter Barrows: Of course, for an award like this, we felt like we couldn't just use it once. So there are going to be TWO Golden Opportunities at Blood on the Battlefield V!

*The Barrows are finally starting to win over the crowd, as they seem excited at this announcement.*

Hunter Barrows: In one match, we're going to have the contract sitting outside... of a steel cage! The winner will be the wrestler who is able to escape the cage and claim the contract for themselves. In this match, we've chosen some of the strongest wrestlers in our company. Men who have proven themselves worthy of this opportunity. Men like Dr. Baad! The Enforcer! The Empty!

*The crowd pops for each name, having enjoyed watching them all over the last few weeks on Inferno.*

Hunter Barrows: We expect one more to be added to this contest... later tonight...

Rockwell: Interesting, a little bit of mystery!

Hood: I don't know who it is, but I'm sure I wouldn't want to be them. I don't think any cage can contain those three we already know about!

Rockwell: It's certainly going to be a difficult contest for any of these wrestlers to come through...

*The fans are still buzzing as Hunter looks around once more.*

Hunter Barrows: In the second Golden Opportunity match, we will place the contract in a slightly different position... above the ring. That's right, this will be a Ladder match! We've chosen some strong competitors for this one as well, men who will be willing to risk it all for the chance to grab that contract and make their dreams come true. Men like Crazy Chris... The Lost Soul... Brady Vega...

*Again, the crowd is loving every name, wanting to see this match more with every wrestler added in.*

Hunter Barrows: And a man who has once again been convinced to come out of his self-imposed retirement... a man well-known to put on some of the greatest matches in the world... and a man who's a founding member of the Mustard Factory... Curt Canon!!

*The crowd explodes, chanting for Curt.*

Hood: Fuck, they got Canon to come back??

Rockwell: Just last month, Canon made it to the finals of the Ultimate Survival tournament, showing that he's still got it! Could he be the favorite to earn a Golden Opportunity??

Hunter Barrows: These two matches would be enough to main event any wrestling show, and they're paired with our main event Fatal Fourway! Three matches, twelve competitors, three winners! It's going to be huge!

*Hunter is getting a little too excited, causing Jonathan to walk forward and put a hand on his shoulder. Hunter immediately takes a deep breath, nodding to him.*

Jonathan Barrows: My brother may be a little over-exuberant, but he is correct that this is going to be one of our biggest shows of the year. But what many of you don't know is where it's going to be located. Deana?

*The fans give a few good-natured wolf whistles as Deana steps forward, smiling.*

Deana Barrows: With all of the stay-at-home orders and lock-downs currently taking place around the world, it was tricky to find a location outside of Dallas that could hold our event. Fortunately, our connections have paid off. Our family has friends the world over, and one of them was more than willing to offer up a private island that will more than suit our needs. This island, for security purposes, will simply be called... Barrows Island.

*The fans react, some looking upset at the fact that they didn't just decide to have the PPV in the GCWA arena, so they could attend. Others look more thrilled at the possibilities of a private island.*

Rockwell: Barrows Island?

Hood: That's so fucking cool...

Deana Barrows: Our wrestlers who will be attending have already been given instructions are how to reach the island. We have also arranged for some of our most loyal fans to be there as well, as long as the testing next week for the Corona Virus proves that they're in the clear. So we will have a live audience, we will have a spectacular PPV, and we WILL continue to give you the finest entertainment in the world today!

*The crowd cheers this, always being fans of Deana no matter what her brothers do. Jonathan steps back forward, making sure that he's the last one to speak.*

Jonathan Barrows: As you can see, we've got a monster of a PPV next week. But you guys and ladies came here tonight to see some great wrestling action as well, and we've got plenty for you! So let's set Friday Night Inferno on fire!

*Sparklers and pyro go off in the arena. The fans love shit like this, so they're very excited as they wait for things to get going. The Barrows all leave the ring, heading to the back.*

Hood: Man, Blood on the Battlefield is going to rock!

Rockwell: I will say I like the announcement of where it's going to be located. I personally was scared we were going to be in an underground bunker somewhere.

Hood: I was hoping maybe they could have leased an aircraft carrier.

Rockwell: With weeks now to prepare, who knows what Barrows Island will look like?

Hood: I can't wait! Let's get this show over with so we can get to it!

Rockwell: It's still next Sunday, Hood. We can't do it any faster than that.

Hood: Damn it!

Rockwell: But we can get the matches going tonight!

Singles Match
Madhouse Madi (1-1) vs. Ryot (3-4)

Minos: It is time for our first contest of the evening... introducing first, standing 5'4" and weighing 130 lbs... Fresh from Social Media... 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, plus a Pikachu hat over her head. 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.*

Rockwell: Madhouse Madi looked to be having a strong start to her GCWA career, but she's faltered a little recently.

Hood: Yeah, I miss her little videos. Remember that one where she accidentally poured water over her shirt? Classic.

Rockwell: I'm more concerned with her wrestling career, Hood, but you think about whatever you want.

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

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

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

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

Rockwell: Ryot went back to the former home of NAW Wrestling to remind himself of how he got here.

Hood: The fact that Ryot's still walking around after that match with The Empty shows how tough he is. I'd still be in the hospital.

Rockwell: Ryot also didn't seem pleased that he'd be fighting someone he considers a friend tonight.

Hood: It's the wrestling business! It's time you learned there are no friends!

Rockwell: We're not friends? I considered you a friend...

Hood: You did? Well, I mean...

Rockwell: Just kidding.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: We're ready to go!

Hood: Wait, just kidding about considering me a friend, or just kidding about not being friends?

Rockwell: ...

*Madhouse Madi is leaning over the ropes, waving again at the crowd at ringside. She actually leaves the ring, going to a fan and taking a selfie with them. Ryot respectfully waits for her to finish, before meeting her in the center of the ring. He nods to her, treating her like a friend, with Madi grinning and bopping back in return. They lock up, with Ryot shooting Madi towards the ropes. She comes back, trying for a clothesline, but Ryot ducks under it. When she comes back from the other side, Ryot catches her, giving her a hip toss to the mat, then a second. He goes after Madi, picking her up off the mat and giving her a bodyslam before making a quick cover... 1... but Madi easily kicks out. Ryot gets right back to his feet, bringing Madi with him. But Madi fights back with a couple of elbows to the side, driving Ryot off of her. She then grabs him by the head and runs forward, going for Make Believe (Running Bulldog)! But Ryot throws her off instead, sending Madi forward to the canvas! She rolls out, taking a moment to recover, as Ryot waits patiently in the ring.*

Hood: Ryot's looking pretty focused tonight.

Rockwell: Yeah, if Madhouse Madi wants to compete with her 'friend', she'll need to find a higher gear.

Hood: Or cheat. That's always an option.

*The referee has been doing his job, doing a count as he looks outside. Madhouse Madi comes back up onto the apron, looking a little frazzled. She steps through the ropes, trying to shake off whatever's bothering her, as she moves towards Ryot. They lock up, this time with Madi getting a headlock. She lands a couple of punches to the head, allowing her a brief smile, before she tries again to go for Make Believe. But again, Ryot pushes her off, this time sending her running to the ropes. She returns, running towards Ryot and trying for a crossbody... but Ryot has already stepped forward into a super kick, nailing her in mid-air!!! Madhouse Madi crashes hard to the canvas, not moving, as Ryot rebalances himself and looks back. He shakes his head, before walking forward and going to where Madi is laying. He slowly turns her over and makes the cover, looking to the referee to end it... 1... 2... 3, No! Madhouse Madi barely gets her arm up!*

Hood: That kick was vicious! I love it!

Rockwell: I think Ryot was just reacting on instinct, not expecting the crossbody attempt. But it was definitely successful.

Hood: Madhouse Madi might have just been knocked sane!

*Ryot slowly waits for Madhouse Madi to get up. He may not want to beat her too badly, but this is still a fight for redemption for him. As soon as Madi has risen enough, Ryot comes in, nailing her with the V Trigger!! Madi's down again, as Ryot turns to the ropes, climbing up the nearby turnbuckle. He leaps off, soaring backwards and landing his moonsault! The referee is there for the count... 1... 2... 3, NO! Again, Madhouse Madi won't stay down. Ryot respects it, but he also knows that this one is just about over. He moves off to the side, watching closely for Madhouse Madi to fight her way up once more. Madi has no clue what's coming, looking dazed as she sits up. Ryot charges in, scoring with RYOT Time (Shining Wizard) to put her on her back once more!! Ryot makes another cover, this time holding down both legs... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: Well, we were hoping for possibly having a competitive battle here, but it just didn't work that way.

Hood: Ryot was just too deadset on getting a victory under his belt, while Madhouse Madi might have just been too worried about her social media presence.

Rockwell: If you're going to commit to being a wrestler, you have to put it first in your priority list.

Hood: That's what Ryot's doing, and he may be on his way back up!

*Ryot takes a knee next to Madhouse Madi, who still looks out of it. He talks to her for a minute, possibly reminding her what hotel room he can be found in later tonight. He then gets up and leaves, taking a moment to hold both arms out to the crowd before departing. The referee checks on Madhouse Madi, making sure she doesn't need medical attention, as we leave the ring area.*

*We go backstage, where Jonathan & Hunter are walking down the hallway. They look pretty pleased with themselves. Deana's off somewhere else, probably working on a new twist for Blood on the Battlefield, knowing her. They get to their office, where a wrestler is waiting impatiently outside.*

Noah Hanson: Well about damn time!

Jonathan Barrows: Hello, Mr. Hanson. Hunter, I'll see you later.

*Jonathan quickly unlocks the office suite and directs Noah inside. Hunter stays outside, looking confused, since he had been planning on going into the office as well. After a few seconds, he turns and walks away. We go inside the office, where Jonathan reaches onto his desk and picks up what looks to be a contract.*

Jonathan Barrows: Here you are, Mr. Hanson. It just needs to be signed and your match with Jack Puffer will be officially set.

*Without hesitating, Hanson steps forward and signs the congract. He trusts Barrows not to screw him over. He hands it back to Jonathan, but he shakes his head.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'm sorry, I wasn't clear. This needs to be signed... by both of you.

*Hanson looks down at the contract, noting that Jack Puffer's signature isn't on it.*

Noah Hanson: So get the clown to sign it. He can use any mother fucking condiment he wants.

Jonathan Barrows: Unfortunately, Jack Puffer isn't here tonight. But we do need his signature to make this official for next week. So I've got a limo set up outside for you. It'll take you... to the Mustard Factory.

*The cheering of the crowd can be heard as Hanson looks at Barrows in disbelief.*

Noah Hanson: This is bullshit.

Jonathan Barrows: No, this is just business.

*Barrows smiles at Hanson, who angrily grabs the contract and leaves as we go to commercial.*

*We open overlooking the stage before cutting to a series of flashing images. We see small half second clips of falling buildings, roaring fires, Bifford delivering a Biff End, car crashes and bombings.*

*Now we open to a figure sitting in a chair, one leg over the other, facing away from us. The only light source is in front of him, a candle with wax dripping slowly down the sides onto the desk where it sits.*

*Seconds roll by and nothing seems to happen. The dusty wallpaper of blue and white stripes is loose, fading and missing segments. The candle smoke has begun to fill the room.*

*He begins to stand up and the screen crackles and statics and when the broadcast is clear, the man is gone. As we approach the candle on the desk we notice a deep carving in it reading*

"..... Am Near..."

*We go back to ringside.*

Hood: I... have no fucking clue what that was...

Rockwell: I don't know, either, Hood. We saw something like this earlier this month, but I still have no idea who's putting them together.

Hood: Well, it's someone saying they're near... I hope not too damn near...

Rockwell: As always in wrestling, I'm sure we'll find out soon enough!

Singles Match
Violent (0-0) vs. Xtreme (7-26-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... coming to the ring... standing 6'3" and weighing 290 lbs... from Parts Unknown... here is Xtreme!!

*As the first chords of "What I've Done" by Linkin Park plays, the lights around the entrance begin to flash rapidly. In the midst of this, the dark, tortured presence of Xtreme appears. He walks slowly out onto the ramp, grinning at the thought of the violence to come. He makes his way towards the ring, his smile growing larger the closer he gets.*

Hood: So the Barrows are actually working to make Xtreme go to a shrink?

Rockwell: I'm sure they're hoping that the wrestler who once held the GCWA Hardcore Title can be redeemed in some way, considering how his run in the GCWA has gone this time.

Hood: The phrase in my mind is "scraping the bottom of the barrel".

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 220 lbs... also from Parts Unknown... here is Violent!!

*Violent slowly paces towards the ring as the sounds of "Kill with Power" fill the arena.*

Hood: You think all these guys from Parts Unknown... you think they know each other there? Or are their parts different?

Rockwell: I'm just going to ignore you now, Hood.

Hood: It's a logical question!

Rockwell: Violent is making his debut here tonight, promising to break him in half.

Hood: He looks like he's got the muscle to do it. He also sounds just as scary as The Reason does.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Violent vs. Xtreme, we're ready to go!

Hood: With names like those, why the hell was this not made a hardcore match?

Rockwell: You'd have to have Barrows.

*Xtreme hits his head into the turnbuckle a few times, apparently just to feel it, before he turns back to where Violent is waiting. Grinning, Xtreme charges, taking a large swing, but Violent ducks under it and grabs Xtreme from behind, taking the larger wrestler up and over with a tiger suplex!! Xtreme's legs are kicking in the air as the referee, caught off-balance by the surprising quick pin, dives in... 1... 2... and Xtreme barely gets free in time! Both wrestlers jump up, with Xtreme throwing some right hands at his opponent, trying to drive him back. But Violent blocks one and starts firing his own shots, rocking Xtreme back, before stepping into him. He locks Xtreme's arm behind him and lifts him up, delivering a hammerlock suplex!! The fans are up, stunned at seeing someone the size of Xtreme getting suplexed around the ring. Violent rises to his feet, looking down on Xtreme through his dark red mask.*

Hood: This guy's got a ton of power!

Rockwell: I believe he's been called a "suplex maestro", and he's proving it here tonight!

Hood: I mean, we've seen Xtreme get beat up a lot, but he's still almost 300 pounds...

*The referee has moved aside, watching, as Violent punishes Xtreme on the canvas for a time, hammering away at his exposed face. Xtreme seems to be smiling, but it's hard to see between the fists landing. Violent pulls him up, showing great contempt for his opposition. He brings Xtreme in close, grabbing at his leg before showing off his power once more, this time with an exploder suplex that throws Xtreme across the ring!! Violent stands back up, just staring for a moment to see if Xtreme will even dare to try to get back up. After a few moments, Xtreme shows that he's willing to take more punishment, rolling over to his stomach and slowly pulling himself up. Now the grin is more obvious, as he challenges Violent to keep it coming. Violent comes forward, kicking Xtreme in the gut before then locking him up once more, this time getting a release German suplex to once again send him crashing overhead! The referee moves, ready to count, but Violent doesn't try for the pin, instead standing up once again.*

Hood: Someone call the shrink, I think Xtreme's going to be having nightmares tonight... or wet dreams, he's creepy enough for that...

Rockwell: At the moment, it looks like we've got another powerful wrestler added to the roster.

Hood: Where does Mr. Barrows keep finding them?

Rockwell: Parts unknown, maybe?

Hood: You wouldn't let me ask about that earlier, don't start now!

*As Xtreme valiantly struggles to rise up again, Violent doesn't give him the opportunity. He punishes Xtreme with a hard right, spinning him around, then locks him up from behind and lifts, this time getting a Dragon Suplex to land! Xtreme lays on the mat, breathing heavily, not used to this many impacts to his upper body. Violent looks to be barely winded as he gets up, glaring down at his foe. He grabs Xtreme by the hair, slowly dragging him back up to his feet. Xtreme reaches for the mask, feebly, trying to do anything to get back in this one, but Violent pulls his head away, then throws a devastating gut punch that causes Xtreme to bend steeply over. Violent then decides to finally end it, taking Xtreme down one more time, landing the Ultraviolent Driver (Sambo Suplex)!!! Xtreme's not moving, having been likely knocked cold, as Violent drops to a knee and makes a one-handed pin... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Violent!!

Rockwell: Violent never let Xtreme get into this one!

Hood: Xtreme hasn't been dropped on his head so many times since he was a baby!

Rockwell: That's... likely not true, Hood.

Hood: You can't prove it, either way. But something's wrong with that guy, and I bet Violent didn't make it any better!

Rockwell: I would say this man is someone to watch out for, especially at the PPV.

*Violent doesn't bother to accept any praise coming his way. He's leaving the ring, looking like he could have kept going for hours. Xtreme's out, being checked on by the referee. We cut away.*

*The camera opens the scene in pitch black, as if it hadn't faded in yet, but a single light is turned on, no brighter than a desk lamp, and the only person standing in the light was the ominous presence of The Reason.*

The Reason: Barrows, in his "infinite" wisdom, has offered The Empty an opportunity that outshines many in this grand world of, what you people call, professional wrestling. It is a chance to become #1 contender for any of the titles that exist in GCWA, ranging from the North American title to the Unified X title.

*He takes a deep breath and laughs to himself, looking into the camera with a look of menacing stoicism.*

The Reason: In the long run, Johnny Boy, it doesn't matter what you offer me, because you do not offer it to a machine. Machines are too stupid to understand unless explained to them through their programming. They must have The Reason to know what it is they work for. You offer it to me, and I will have The Empty do the work, like any good robot.

*The Reason looks at the light in front of him, looking back up to the camera.*

The Reason: I accept your gracious offer, Mr. Barrows, but this is not for the sake of accolade, oh no. This is for the sake of putting it in the heads of those who need to know that their championships, their ability to win, and their pride are as fragile as ice in the spring; one little disruption to the surface and they're doomed to sink into nothingness.

*The Reason places his hand on the incandescent light, and the searing flesh smokes; he shows no signs of pain.*

The Reason: We'll see you, whoever is brave enough, in the cage.

*The Reason crushes the bulb in his hand and everything goes black again.*

*A beautiful female interviewer runs up to Ryot who is in the middle of taking his boots off. *

Interviewer: Ryot, Ryot, may I get a word with you.

Ryot: Of course, anything for you babydoll.

*She smiles a bit before asking her question to him.*

Interviewer: Seeing as Blood on the Battlefield is coming up. What are your thoughts on how the card is shaping up?

Ryot: That's really your question after Madi and I just TORE THE HOUSE DOWN in the opener? Really? First of all now that I think about it, you didn't even knock on my locker room door. Rude. Second, let me tell you how it is woman...

*The interviewer is very offended and tries to hide her anger as much as possible.*

Ryot: Blood on the Battlefield is gonna be a GREAT show of course. Even a blind person could tell you that fact. I don't know where they hired these "analysts" like you, but it's a shame.

Interviewer: Well actually my major is-

Ryot: Listen Ms. Analyst, you're a pretty face. So you want a hot take for the GCWA fans?

*Ryot turns to the camera.*

Ryot: You guys want to hear a shocking news break? *pauses* I made a call. And I have a friend on the way.

*He turns back to the interviewer.*

Ryot: Now what we have planned here. That is something you all have to wait to see. Because trust me, going back to Chicago fueled some old memories. And believe me, you people do not want to miss it. Have I ever lied to you lovely paying people before?

*Ryot smirks at the camera and blows the interviewer a kiss before leaving. Any interest that she had in the beginning of this interview is long gone. She is disgusted by him now.*

Rockwell: Ryot's got someone coming into the GCWA?

Hood: That could be interesting. Ryot's gotten some good wins already into the GCWA, but having back-up could make him very, very dangerous...

Singles Match
Dave Branson (2-4) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (8-25-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... first, entering the arena... standing 6'7" and weighing 300 lbs... from Bel Air... accompanied by Dylan Thomas... here is "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson!!

*A shirtless Dave Branson wearing sunglasses comes out and stands on stage, arms crossed, emotionless. Dylan Thomas stands behind him with a big smile, looking extremely confident in his friend. After a few moments, they walk to the ring, with Branson still showing zero emotion. He climbs over the top rope and stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed, eyeing the rampway.*

Rockwell: Congratulations go out once again to Dylan & Lissandra Thomas for the birth of their baby girl.

Hood: Miss Leilana Heather Joanne Thomas. What a beautiful name!

Rockwell: It's always strange to not see Lissandra out here with Dylan and Branson, but it's more than understandable.

Hood: Branson's facing The Janitor, it's not like he needs Lissie's help with that anyway...

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

*The lights suddenly start criss-crossing with a great green light as a new song begins to play...*

*Peter Vaughn comes out first, looking unsure about the new music as he looks around. Mike Zybala comes right after him, though, already bouncing around the stage with a handful of glow sticks. He encourages Vaughn to let go, and Vaughn eventually does, beginning to dance on the stage! The crowd gives a cheer, as the two men let loose!*

Hood: What the fuck is this??

Rockwell: Well, Vaughn was training to "Maniac" this week. I guess Zybala wanted to take it to the next step!

Hood: My god... I mean, why is Zybala even out here? He's not in this match!

Rockwell: Neither is Dylan Thomas...

Hood: But Dylan & Lissie always support Dave!

Rockwell: And Zybala's been supporting Vaughn...

Hood: It's not the same thing! For one thing, Zybala's going to have him exhausted before he even gets to the ring!

*The dancing continues down the aisle, with Zybala tossing glow sticks to a few of the happy fans, while maintaining social distancing. Vaughn runs and slides into the ring, then starts to do his dance moves again, spinning on the canvas. He turns and points towards Branson, who just stands in the corner with his eyebrows raised.*

Hood: Someone call off the dance party!

Rockwell: Get down to the beat, Hood!

Hood: Never!

*Finally, the music begins to die out, as Vaughn ends in a spinning pose, smiling at the camera. He does look winded as he gets himself up, nodding to the referee. The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Well, at the very least, Vaughn has gotten his cardio!

Hood: And now he's going to catch on some sleep, thanks to my man, Branson!

*Vaughn moves to the ropes, still trying to catch his breath. Branson doesn't seem to be in any hurry, not interested in attacking a man with no air. He waits for Vaughn to straighten up before walking towards him, ready to begin. Vaughn gulps for a second, always thrown off by seeing a wrestler the size of Branson. As The A-List Fixer reaches out, Vaughn suddenly slides through the ropes, ending up on the apron. Branson tries a right hand, but Vaughn steps off, dropping to the floor and avoiding the strike. He looks rather pleased with himself for his quick thinking, with Zybala giving him a little applause from the side. Branson just steps back, still not rushing things. He signals for Vaughn to get back in cleanly, even as the referee starts his count. Vaughn nods and cautiously slides back in, watching Branson. As Branson turns and says something to the referee, Vaughn hops up and tries to rush forward, only to get clocked by a big boot from Branson!! He makes the cover... 1... 2... No, Vaughn kicks out!*

Rockwell: One move almost finished it!

Hood: Hey, Branson's boot should count for at least 2-3 moves.

Rockwell: Vaughn's chief asset is his speed, and he may have just lost that advantage now that Branson's got a hold of him!

*Branson brings Vaughn up, popping him with fists to the side of the head that rock the smaller wrestler. He takes Vaughn into the corner, keeping him contained while working him over with lefts and rights. Vaughn sags in the corner, even as Branson grabs at his Janitor outfit to pull him more upright. Branson then lashes out with a headbutt, rocking Vaughn enough to drop him to a seated position! Branson adds in a knee that turns Vaughn over, leaving him laying on the turnbuckle head-first. Thomas, outside the ring, roots Branson on as he steps back, preparing to stomp the back of Vaughn's head downwards! Zybala's shouting from the side, as Vaughn suddenly twists out of the way, causing Branson to kick the turnbuckle pad instead. It does no damage, but it does leave Branson off-balance, with Vaughn rolling into his other leg, taking Branson over to the mat! Vaughn holds on from behind... 1... 2.. and Branson kicks Vaughn off!*

Hood: Fuck! That was close!

Rockwell: I think he kicked out in plenty of time, Hood, but yes, Vaughn almost stole it there!

Hood: He shouldn't even be able to kick a pin! It was a fluke, I tell you, a fluke!

*Branson's back up now, looking a little surprised that Vaughn came that close out of nowhere. He rushes at Vaughn, going for another boot to the head, but Vaughn rolls out of the way, coming up again. Branson turns and swings, but Vaughn ducks under it and leaps backwards, getting a Pele kick!! Branson stumbles back to the ropes, as Vaughn jumps back to his feet, looking surprised himself at what he just pulled off. Zybala's wanting him to keep going, though, so Vaughn runs to the ropes and comes back, leaping with a flying forearm that connects, knocking Branson back to the ropes. Vaughn, not liking that Branson didn't go down, hits the ropes and returns again, hitting a second flying forearm! But Branson's still not down! Vaughn, concerned, opts for Clean-Up On Aisle 9, jumping up with a dropkick, but he can't get Branson over the ropes! Vaughn gets up, staring at the powerhouse still standing. He runs to the ropes and returns, but this time Branson catches him on the attempted cross-body, dropping them both to the mat with a slam! Branson stays on top... 1... 2... Vaughn gets his shoulder clear in time!*

Rockwell: I don't know if The Janitor has enough weapons to stop someone like Branson!

Hood: I wouldn't even trust his ability to clean up Corona Virus!

Rockwell: Now, c'mon, Hood, he's always been a good Janitor...

Hood: Yeah, I know, but he's facing the A-List, so I really don't want to give him any credit...

*Branson has Vaughn throat-first on the middle rope now, putting a knee into his back to put on more pressure. The referee is counting to five, wanting the break, which Branson does just before the final count. The ref gets in Branson's face, warning him back, as he raises his arms up. In the meantime, Dylan Thomas has come over, getting in a cheap shot to the side of Vaughn's head! Vaughn rolls away, holding his head, as Thomas walks away cockily, acting like he hadn't done anything. Zybala, on the other side of the ring, narrows his eyes as he stares at his rival. In the ring, Branson walks over and pulls Vaughn up, picking him up easily into the air. He looks to throw Vaughn aside, but Vaughn starts kicking, struggling to get free, and manages to slip behind Branson! He immediately jumps, catching a surprised Branson and landing Wax On, Wax Off (Zig Zag)!! The crowd roars for their hometown hero, watching as Vaughn struggles to get back up and head towards the turnbuckle.*

Rockwell: Wow!! Vaughn finally put Branson on the mat!

Hood: What the hell, ref?? Did you even check Vaughn to see if he's got oil on him or something? The slippery son of a..

Rockwell: Slippery or not, he's got a chance now!

*Vaughn has climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, managing to maintain his balance despite looking nervous at the height. He's set to go for The Plunge (Shooting Star Leg Drop) towards the still-down Branson! But Dylan Thomas is on the apron now, yelling at Vaughn and the referee. Vaughn almost loses his balance, having to get his feet positioned again, as the referee orders Thomas back down. Dylan agrees, while still bitterly yelling at the ref to do his job correctly. In the meantime, Branson has managed to get back up, keeping Vaughn from being able to go for his finisher. Instead, Vaughn flies off, trying a double axehandle, only to have Branson catch him by the throat!! He immediately takes Vaughn up into the air, driving him down with the FIXED! Chokeslam!!! Vaughn's flat on his back, as Thomas is seen gloating off to the side. This only lasts a second, though, as Zybala suddenly appears, leaping off the steel steps to crash into Thomas, taking him down!!*

Rockwell: Vaughn's out, but Zybala doesn't care!

Hood: What the hell, get him outta here, ref! Exile him to that island of his!

Rockwell: Zybala's just getting revenge for the attack on him a few weeks ago!

*Zybala sends Thomas rocketing into the side of the railing, continuing his assault, as Branson looks on from the ring. He could pin Vaughn, but instead he heads out, heading to Dylan's aid. He grabs Zybala from behind, preparing to yank him backwards, but Zybala slips free and turns, going for his Superkick! Branson, having felt that before, catches Zybala's leg, blocking it. But Zybala turns it into an enzigiri, knocking Branson back! He then launches another Superkick, this one landing!! Branson falls back, even as Thomas tries to grab Zybala to contain him. In the meantime, Vaughn is trying to get up in the ring, but the referee is already calling for the bell!*

Minos: Here is your winner, via disqualification... "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson!!

*The fans boo, not liking this announcement. Vaughn, bewildered, looks out and realizes what's happened.*

Hood: Get him, Dylan! Teach Zybala for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong!

Rockwell: You're being really hypocritical here, Hood!

Hood: I don't care! It's my right as an American to only care about the facts that work for me!

*Thomas tries to set Zybala up for the Perfect Finisher, but Vaughn comes flying over the ropes, suicide diving into both men!! Everyone goes down, with Vaughn the only one who's moving at first. Branson is struggling to get up after the Superkick, clearing his head. Vaughn checks on Zybala, dragging him up. Zybala nods to him, smiling, before they both turn towards Branson... and the lights go out!*

Hood: AAGGGHHHH!!!

Rockwell: Hang on, Hood!

*The lights return, with Branson standing near a recovering Thomas. Neither Vaughn nor Zybala are anywhere to be seen.*

Hood: Oh, shit, is he behind me again?

Rockwell: Nope. It looks like Vaughn & Zybala are both gone, after a short sprint of a match!

Hood: This should have been a clean victory for Dave Branson! I mean, he still won, of course, because he's a winner, but still...

Rockwell: I'm sure we'll hear more about this later on!

*Dave Branson helps a disgruntled Dylan Thomas up. The crowd is booing them, still unhappy with the result, even though they liked some of the moments afterward. We fade out.*

*The screen before you is black before opening up on a familiar smile. With the camera panning backwards, we are immediately met with the oh so unfamiliar face of a man who looks almost identical to Duce Jones. We know that it's not Jones because of the bright, pearly whites teeth. His long black, wavy hair is pulled back into a ponytail, while his beard is combed nearly over his custom design, button up shirt. His cheshire cat-like grin stretches from cheek to cheek as he finally speaks.*

Man: For those of you who do not know me, I go by the name of Byson Kaliban and I am the twin brother of Duce Jones.

*For a man claiming to be Duce's twin, the resemblance is there but you can still notice the difference between the two.*

Byson Kaliban: Now I know that some may have heard my name before but with due time, we will be formally acquainted with each other. For now, I come with an announcement.. one l am here to announce that the GCWA will soon see the return of a man who downright dominated the scene before a very unfortunate incident occurred. Two, the very foundation of this company is about to be shook to its very core.. You see earlier tonight, there was an announcement made about an opportunity.. an opportunity that will be taken advantage of by my brother as he steps inside of that steel cage, laying waste to anyone who dares enter.. Duce Jones will be unleashed! Duce Jones will bring unadulterated violence! Come May 3rd, there will be bodies lying within his wake as there will be..

*He pauses as the camera pans back even further to show a no nonsense looking Duce staring menacingly into the frame.*

Duce Jones: Blood on tha muh'fuckin battlefield..

*Byson laughs hysterically as he strokes his flowing beard, before slapping his brother on the shoulder.*

Duce Jones: It's time t'go ta war...

*Both men confidently stand there as the scene fades back out.*

WELCOME TO THE MUSTARD FACTORY

Yes, it's the mustard factory. That good ole factory of mustard. What brings us to the Mustard Factory on this bright, functional day near the tail end of April? Why, Noah Hanson, of course!

More specifically...Noah Hanson and the GCWA contract for a match against Jack Puffer at Blood on the Battlefield.

Hanson, encased within an extravagant limo, peers through the extreme tint of the back window. He sneers. The disdain is evident, plastered all over his famous face. If it were anything - anything else, he'd turn around and leave. But, the man is a competitor. He is a professional. The means to his desired end reside outside the clean, friendly confines of his limo. They reside - at the mustard factory.

With hesitation and derision, Noah exits. The GCWA Contract, featuring his signature, is placed under the arm, confined via the opulent lining of his expensive suit. He takes a few steps. It doesn't take long. He's, in his mind, accosted by a resident.

It's Mfer.
Hanson sighs, "I'm looking for Jack Puffer."

"Beep. Boop?" Mfer replies, tilting its head in a very 'alien' like gesture. Hanson grunts and shoves Mfer to the ground, proceeding forward, toward the nicest building in sight.

"Ahahaha!"

Noah turns. It's Tony the Spider. Tony walks up and looks at Noah. "Ahaha!"

Noah shrugs. He has no idea what to make of Tony's random laugh. Tony flips his shades up, revealing his tiny, happy eyes. "Ahaha!"

Again, Hanson's patience runs out. He palms Tony's head and thrusts him to the ground. He moves forward, wondering whether or not this will all be worth it in the end.

A large man interrupts Noah. This gives the pro wrestling legend pause. He looks at the giant man...it's BBC. BBC is naked, save for a thin pair of cloth shorts. Unsure of what to expect, Noah braces for the worst.

The impending outcome went beyond Noah's worst fears. BBC reaches for his pants, ready to pull them to his ankles. Noah responds with a right hand, knocking BBC to the ground. BBC is out cold. Noah looks over his shoulder at the limo. He looks ahead at the mustard factory building. He's right in the middle.

Should he continue? The road feels treacherous. It feels unworthy of his time, effort, and energy. Perhaps he should just sit this event out.

"Is that Noah Hanson?" a voice yells out. Noah turns. He places the voice with a familiar face - the face of Jack Puffer.

Noah proceeds.

Puffer, kneeling down, digging in the Earth, stands and wipes his palms against one another. "If I had known you were coming I would have been more prepared. You find the place okay?"

Jack's hand is extended. Noah ignores it. Puffer pulls his hand back and wipes it against his jeans. He looks up at Noah, squinting in the afternoon sun. Noah reveals the contract.

"Sign these so I can get out of here."

Puffer takes the papers and looks them over. Hanson's body language suggests impatience. Puffer hums a catchy tune, eventually reaching the back page. "Okay, this looks fine to me. You got a pen?"

Noah rolls his eyes. Of course Jack Puffer would be unprepared. Good thing Noah Hanson is always prepared for litigious action. Puffer takes the pen...he looks back up into the sun. "Hey, you mind if we do this over there in the shade? I don't want to get sweat on these documents."

Reasonable enough, Noah accepts the request and follows Puffer toward the nearest structure. The wall and roof give them shade. Puffer tries clicking the pen. It doesn't work.

An agitated Noah takes the pen away and twists it, handing it back over.

Puffer, "Oh, one of them fancy pens. Nice. How must this set you back?"

Noah replies,"Just sign so I can get out of here."

The Good Detective is showing a great deal of restraint. Hell, both men are...you'd think they'd be at one another's throat. I guess a sense of professionalism does breed a certain amount of respect amongst co-workers when they are outside the workplace.

Puffer signs the paper and hands it to Noah who looks it over. Everything is in place, so he folds the paper up and places it in his pocket. He pauses, giving Puffer one final look over. He smirks, "This is gonna be too easy."

About to leave, something catches the edge of his suit coat. Noah reaches up and touches it...it's sticky, it's yellow. He sniffs it. "Is that...mustard?" he asks.

More hits him...then more...and even more. Puffer looks up and yells, "INCOMING!"

Jack darts out of the way as a giant tub of mustard is overturned, soaking Noah in some of the Mustard Factory's HOME BREW! Noah drops to one knee, covered. He shakes his head...his yellow, smelly hair shaking side to side, ridding it of as much mustard as the movements allow. Puffer, clean as a whistle, stands over Noah.

"Mr. Hanson. Noah...man...look...I...that was not..."

Snickering sounds from above. Puffer looks up to find Marcus Welsh standing behind Greg, Shootah, and Meki Bets. Puffer yells, "Welsh! No! Why??"

Noah rises. He reaches back to slug Puffer. His feet slip in the mustard. Puffer uses this opening to shove Noah to the ground. He darts inside the building, slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside.

Hanson pounds on the door, demanding entry. Jack won't let him in.

"Let me in, you coward!"

"Not until you calm down!" Puffer responds from inside. "It wasn't my idea! It was Welsh!"

Noah wipes some mustard from his mouth. "Nah, this is on you. Keep yourself locked in there, detective. You won't be able to hide from me next Sunday. You signed, this is sealed and you will be delivered."

With that, Hanson turns and marches back toward his limo, brushing off as much mustard as he can.

We fade out.

*The video comes back at ringside, with Hood slowly shaking his head.*

Hood: Well, Puffer's dead. Look at Welsh, still fucking with Puffer's life like that.

Rockwell: I expect Hanson's going to go after Welsh and the rest of the Mustard Factory once he's done with Puffer. Things just got serious between those two competitors.

Singles Match
Dr. Baad (1-0) vs. John E Depth (0-3)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... 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 was pretty upset this week that one of his movies, "How I Fucked Your Mother", has apparently been stolen.

Hood: That just sucks. Dude works hard on an original concept...

Rockwell: Original?

Hood: And someone steals it from him. I hope the Mustard Factory has lawyers as well as song-writers.

Rockwell: They might, but... song writers?

Hood: "I feel the need,The need for the seed... We gonna bleed, Bleed...for the seed..."

Rockwell: Man, please stop singing...

Hood: I can't get it out of my head... "Oh yea! Mustard Factory! It's the Factory of Mustard!"

Rockwell: You need to think about Nickelback or something...

Minos: His opponent... accompanied by his attorney, Christopher J. Wrigley... standing 6'0" and weighing 275 lbs... from The Outer Limits of Baad... here is Dr. Baad!!!

*The opening notes of Body Count's "Body Count is in the House” begins to rattle out over the arena, the black curtain snaps open suddenly as the massive, in terms of weight not height, Dr. Baad steps through the curtain wearing a black t-shirt which has the arms and sides removed, his black wrestling trunks and of course an afro pick in his hair. To his right is none other than the ‘Manager of Wrestlers’ Christopher J. Wrigley, who is wearing his normal suit and tie, is clutching his briefcase with both arms in an attempt to avoid having any of the fans try to reach out and touch him. The duo make their way towards the ring, Wrigley threatening to sue anyone who touches him and Dr. Baad just glaring towards the ring.*

Rockwell: Dr. Baad and Mr. Wrigley went to a mustard factory this week... not THE Mustard Factory, just A mustard factory...

Hood: I don't know, it's hard to tell the two apart to me...

Rockwell: Well, for one, John E Depth wasn't at the one where Dr. Baad was.

Hood: That's true...

Rockwell: And two, there was nobody singing, well, that song...

Hood: "Mustard Factory bayyyybeeee..."

Rockwell: Shit...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So one of the hottest new wrestlers to the company taking on a man who's trying to turn his career around!

Hood: On paper, this looks like a horrible mismatch... but then, I did see Depth take down Reid this week...

*Dr. Badd sets himself to begin the competition, after a couple extra words with Wrigley. But Depth is looking out at the crowd, his expression showing a wave of anger. The camera focuses on the audience, showing one person in particular holding a sign that says "I watched "How I Fucked Your Mother" for free!" Depth looks ready to run out and confiscate the sign, but instead he turns to Dr. Baad, who is ready to get going. Depth channels his anger into a charge, leaping with a shoulder block... but Dr. Baad only takes a step back from the impact, glaring down at Depth as he gets back up. Depth, undaunted, runs to the ropes and comes back again with another shoulder block... and again Dr. Baad no-sells it, daring Depth to come at him again. He doesn't need to goad him on, because Depth's already hitting the ropes. He charges back, but as Dr. Baad braces, stops in mid-stride, poking a thumb instead into Dr. Baad's eye!*

Rockwell: It didn't take long for Depth to resort to dirty tactics!

Hood: Depth wants to become a winner, as well as earn himself a steady income for his porn business. To do that, he's gotta take every road he can, high, low, or otherwise!

Rockwell: But will any road lead to victory with a powerhouse like Dr. Baad standing in the way?

*With Dr. Baad partially blinded, Depth presses his advantage with a series of strikes, trying to keep Dr. Baad off-balance. It's hard to tell if the punches are doing more damage to Dr. Baad or to Depth's fists. Depth tries to back Dr. Baad into the corner, but the wrestler turns the tables, throwing Depth into the corner instead! He then starts punishing Depth with shots to the ribcage, followed by severl elbows to the side of the head! Depth slumps down, stunned, as Dr. Baad backs off. Wrigley is shown clapping, pleased, as Dr. Baad rushes back to the corner with a running Cannonball, crushing Depth's head into the turnbuckle pad!!! The fans groan as Dr. Baad gets himself up, pulling the battered Depth with him. He drags him towards the center, picking Depth up and landing a Samoan drop before making the cover... 1... 2... and Depth manages to kick out in time. Dr. Baad looks annoyed that his night is continuing, but he gets up to continue the punishment.*

Rockwell: Do we know what kind of doctor Dr. Baad is?

Hood: All I know is that he's Dr. Baad Mutherfucka Muthafucking Doctor, and what more do you need to know than that?

*Dr. Baad brings Depth back to his feet, lifting him easily and hitting a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!! Depth's down, with Dr. Baad making another cover... 1... 2... but Depth again manages to escape. Dr. Baad looks at Wrigley before pulling Depth up once again, looking to get behind Depth for possibly a suplex variation. As Dr. Baad goes for his grip, though, Depth suddenly kicks backwards, catching Dr. Baad in the shin! Dr. Baad hops backwards, hurting, as Depth turns around and kicks twice more, all landing in the same spot! Dr. Baad, unstable, stumbles back, as Depth turns and runs to the ropes. He leaps forward with a flying knee, putting Dr. Baad into the ropes! Depth then hits the ropes again and runs back, clotheslining Dr. Baad over the ropes and to the outside!! Dr. Baad lands on his feet, looking a little stunned. Wrigley starts to head over, then rapidly changes his mind as Depth comes flying over the top, crashing into Dr. Baad with a suicide crossbody!!*

Hood: Holy shit, I've just seen a porn director fly!

Rockwell: That's been part of Depth's training, and clearly he took some of it to heart, even if he didn't want to be there!

Hood: Beats having to work on building construction...

< *Depth has kept things on the outside, chopping across Dr. Baad's chest as he leans against the apron edge. The referee is counting from above them, but at the moment, Depth isn't worrying about it. He turns and rushes at Dr. Baad, who catches him and throws him upwards. Depth lands on the apron, though, and turns, jumping back off with another flying knee! Dr. Baad staggers back, not going down, but looking stunned as Depth gets back up. He grabs Dr. Baad's arm to try for a short-arm clothesline, but Dr. Baad suddenly blocks it, then hangs onto Depth's arm and sends him rocketing into the nearby ringpost!! Depth falls to the side, hurting, as Wrigley yells to Dr. Baad about the count. He turns and goes under the ropes to stop it, then comes back out. Depth tries to get up to face him, visibly wincing where his shoulder had hit metal. Dr. Baad, though, gives him no chance to recover, grabbing hold of him and dishing out Headbutt O'Rama!! The standing headbutts continue to land as Dr. Baad holds Depth up, keeping him from escaping!*

Hood: We've got a brand new movie tonight! How Dr. Baad Fucked Up Your Melon!

Rockwell: Depth's going to be seeing crooked for a month after this one!

Hood: Maybe it'll give his movies a new perspective... you never know, right?

*With Depth unable to stay standing on his own, Dr. Baad drags him over to the apron and rolls him back into the ring. Dr. Baad follows, wiping sweat from his face as he steps through the ropes. Seeing that Depth's still down on the mat, Dr. Baad takes a couple of steps and leaps, landing the One Baad Elbow Drop!!! Depth shudders as Dr. Baad stays on top for the cover, holding him down... 1... 2... No! Depth gets out of it at the last moment! Dr. Baad rises up, thinking it was over. Wrigley's thinking the same thing, yelling at the referee to do a better job counting to three. Wrigley and the referee get into it, arguing, as Dr. Baad leans down to pick Depth up... and Depth pulls him down into a roll-up!! He holds on, as the referee, distracted, finally turns around and sees what's happening. He runs over... 1... and Dr. Baad shoves himself free right at two, avoiding the upset. He pounds on Depth on the mat, furious about the close pin attempt, as the referee circles them both.*

Rockwell: If the ref had been paying attention, this one could be over!

Hood: I don't know, Dr. Baad still kicked out really quickly once he heard the ref's count.

Rockwell: We'll never know, will we? At this point, though, that might have been Depth's last trick!

*Wrigley still looks pissed at ringside, possibly making a note to himself to address the sloppiness of this ref after the match is concluded. Meanwhile, Dr. Baad has brought up the beaten-down Depth, giving him one more punch to the face. Depth slumps to a knee, looking out of it. Seeing this, Dr. Baad prepares to end it, pulling Depth up to send him to the ropes. Depth suddenly comes alive, though, grabbing Dr. Baad by the head and going for the Rough Cut (Diamond Cutter)!! No, Dr. Baad blocks it, throwing Depth off. As Depth turns and tries to come back quickly, Dr. Baad scores the Bionic Elbow Smash, driving Depth back to his knees! Dr. Baad pulls him up, shoots him to the ropes, and sets himself, catching Depth on the way back into One Baad Landing (Pop-Up Flatliner)!!!! Depth isn't moving after this hit, as Dr. Baad drops down to the mat to make the final cover. He glares at the referee as he takes up the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Dr. Baad!!!

Rockwell: Depth put up a fight, showing that he's improving, but Dr. Baad was just too strong!

Hood: I don't see anyone ever kicking out of One Baad Landing. Once that hits, it's over!

Rockwell: Dr. Baad stays undefeated in the GCWA, as he heads to Blood on the Battlefield V with a major opportunity on the table!

*Dr. Baad straightens up in the ring, with christopher J. Wrigley coming in to stand next him proudly. He's careful not get too close, though, as he doesn't want any of Depth's sweat to touch him. The two men leave, even as Depth tries to sit up, groaning. He holds his side, looking like he realizes this probably means more training with Reid in the near future. We fade out.*

* We cut backstage to the office of Jonathan Barrows. He is sitting at his desk, but he's not alone. Standing in front of him and looking pretty nettled are the members of The A-List. Dave has his arms crossed and Dylan is airing his grievances. *

Dylan Thomas: Look, Mr. Barrows... I would like to think you and I are on the same page, right? We're good? Did you see that attack from Zybala?! It's unacceptable!! It was unprovoked, damnit! He's a loose cannon boss! Dangerous! You saw me! I was just watching Dave's match, not doing anything.

Jonathan Barrows: I understand, Dylan, truly. You know I've supported you here in the GCWA, and I want to continue to have a great relationship with you and the A-List. I do have to point out, though, that you and Dave DID attack Zybala a few weeks ago in a similar fashion...

Dylan Thomas: I -

* Before Thomas can reply, the office door opens. In walks the man in question as Zybala makes his way into the office, holding to mugs. *

Mike Zybala: Like I promised, boss. I guarantee that you're gonna love this Tim Hortons coffee more than the sludge catering leaves arou....oh. You guys.

* Zybala stares at Branson and Thomas. An awkward silence fills the office as the wrestlers attempt to stare down at each other.*

Dylan Thomas: YOU!

Mike Zybala: YOU AS WELL!!

* Zybala moves past Dylan without taking his eyes off of him to hand Barrows his coffee. Zybala then goes back to his original position, and takes a sip from his mug, all the while glaring at Thomas with squinted eyes. *

Mike Zybala: Complaining about me again??

* Dylan ignores this fishing attempt and jumps straight to the point. *

Dylan Thomas: That was an unprovoked attack! You're a loose cannon Zybala! People get hurt with you around - not to mention this building's electricity bill! I was merely watching the match and you attacked me!

* Dave looks on, shaking his head and steps forward a little so that he is equal to where Dylan is standing. Zybala doesn't let his stare waiver. *

Mike Zybala: What about the times I was "merely" defending my X-Division title in matches that didn't involve you in any way? That didn't stop you guys from rushing down to jump me.

* Zybala looks back and forth between the A-Listers as he takes a sip from his mug, never breaking eye contact. It's unsettling. He hasn't even blinked once. Dylan smirks *

Dylan Thomas: Well, at least I made those matches more interesting!

Mike Zybala: How? By coming down and seeing how an actual GOOD champion defends the X-Division title? Because last time I checked, that's something you weren't capable of!

*Jonathan Barrows stands up, moving to get between both men.*

Jonathan Barrows: Gentlemen, please! Mike, Dylan, you have your match at Blood On The Battlefield. Mike, you get to choose your own partner. Dylan, all you have to do is win to get the title shot for your former championship. What more do you want added to the match?

*Barrows sits back and drinks from his coffee mug. He looks pleasantly surprised at the taste, as he waits for the two men to react. Zybala smiles at Barrows's reaction to the coffee. *

Mike Zybala: Good shit, huh? All I want to add is the name of my tag team partner, T I O!!

*The A-List look shocked, as does Barrows. Zybala gives a small chuckle.*

Mike Zybala: I'm kidding, I'm kidding. My real partner is gonna be the man who will help me "scrub" the A-list out of my hair forever, "The WRESTLING Janitor" Peter Vaughn!

* Zybala takes another drink from his mug, still staring. Does this guy ever blink? Dave goes to say something but Dylan stops him and shakes his head. Dylan nods at Jonathan Barrows and starts to walk out of the office with Dave as ever in tow. Zybala watches the two leave before pulling a flask out of his pocket. He upcaps it and pours some of the contents in his mug. He then offers the flask to Barrows, who shrugs and takes it. We fade out.*

*The theme for Friday the 13th starts to play as the lights flicker. The crowd is on their feet and cheering as TLS appears and the entrance and makes his way slowly down to the ring.*

Hood: No one knows for certain TLS' age but he moves around like he's a senior citizen.

Rockwell: I don't think you are wrong, is his birth certificate verified?

*TLS slides under the ring and motions for the a microphone. He grabs the mic and paces around in the ring, his voice low and deep.*

TLS: I saw an angel coming down from heaven, holding in his hand the key to the bottomless pit and a great chain. And he seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil and Satan, and bound him for a thousand years, and threw him into the pit, and shut it and sealed it over him, so that he might not deceive the nations any longer, until the thousand years were ended. Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God.He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore."

Hood: Amen.

Rockwell: Looks like TLS is quoting directly from the Bible.

*TLS stands in the middle of the ring and bows his head as the lights go dark and a spotlight shines on him.*

TLS: Next week, there will be blood on the battlefield as a sacrifice will be made.

*Another spotlight shines at the entrance and a figure that looks exactly like TLS is also standing with his head bowed. he has a mic in his hand. *

TLS #2: TLS winning a #1 contenders match will be the beginning of the purification of the GCWA and the world.

*Another spotlight shine in the nosebleeds and yet another TLS looking figure is standing with his head bowed he also has a mic. *

TLS #3: Whoever you are, and whoever you may be. At Blood on the Battlefield, your fate has already been determined.

Hood: Are these the clones we saw at the secret laboratory?

Rockwell: Or are they just some men with a similar build wearing facepaint?

*The spotlights go out one by one until the only left is the spotlight that shines on the ring. TLS starts to lift his had up slowly as that spotlight goes out as well. When the spotlight comes back on, the ring is empty. *

Hood: I don't know if I can deal with multiple Lost Souls running around...

Rockwell: It could definitely give TLS an advantage in a Ladder match...

Singles Match
Brady Vega (3-1) vs. The Empty (3-1)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening... first, making his way to the ring... standing 7'0" and weighing 358 lbs... from Parts Best Left Unknown... led out 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: The last time The Empty wrestled here, it was during that brutal match with Ryot.

Hood: I still can't believe both men survived.

Rockwell: We learned some more this week about the background of The Empty, as well as the fact that he truly doesn't want to be here tonight.

Hood: The man underneath the mask, maybe not. But The Empty? He goes wherever The Reason tells him to.

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'9" and weighing 178 lbs... from Los Angeles, California... accompanied by Britney Anders... he is one-half of the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions... here is Brady Vega!!!

*"Surf Club" by St. Jhn leads in Brady Vega and Britney Anders. Vega still has welts around his neck from earlier this week, but he's not letting them stop him from walking towards the ring, with Anders close behind. Vega slides into the ring as Anders takes the ring steps. Both go over strategy, ignoring The Empty standing nearby.*

Rockwell: Shockingly, Vega almost died this past weekend, hanging himself apparently just for the pleasure of it.

Hood: And I'm sorry, but there's no way in hell I can support something like that, tag champ or not!

Rockwell: It was pretty disturbing, Hood.

Hood: If you're looking for pleasure, Anders was RIGHT THERE in the house!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Two men prone to violence, but both will have to be careful in this one, since it's a regularly scheduled match.

Hood: So we could have another one end in disqualification? Damn, I hope not.

Rockwell: I'm willing to be the referee has been told to be pretty lenient for a main event, but there's still only so far he can ignore things...

*Anders smiles and steps down the stairs as Vega turns to face The Empty, a dark smile on his face. The Empty doesn't have much of an expression, as that's saved for The Reason outside. The referee steps back, out of the way, and immediately Vega runs forward, throwing rights rapid-fire against The Empty! The monster takes a few hits before he shoves Vega away, sending him doing a backwards roll. But Vega jumps right back up and charges again, slugging away once more! He keeps swinging, as The Empty pushes him off again. Vega rolls and hops up, charging for a third time, this time with a leaping forearm shot that drives The Empty back into the ropes, getting tangled up in them! With The Empty apparently trapped, Vega keeps attacking, throwing as many shots as possible now that he has the advantage.*

Rockwell: Vega's come out here agressively to begin the contest, and he's got The Empty all tied up!

Hood: That's the best strategy I've seen yet for this brute! He can't grab you if his arms are pinned!

Rockwell: But it's also illegal, Hood, which means the referee is going to have to step in...

*Almost in answer to Rockwell's words, the referee has worked to get between the two men, ordering Vega back. Vega doesn't seem very inclined to listen, likely because of how his tag-team partner was recently screwed. The Reason has gotten up on the apron, angrily trying to get The Empty released, even while berating The Empty for allowing this to happen. Vega pushes the ref aside, who has the opportunity for a DQ but lets it slide. Vega, instead, reaches over The Empty and grabs The Reason, pulling him closer as if to take him out! The Reason struggles to get free, with Vega smiling evilly at him. But The Empty suddenly rises due to the threat to The Reason, managing to pull himself free of the ropes. Vega drops The Reason and turns, but it's too late, as The Empty lifts him onto his shoulders and spins with a Death Valley Bomb!! The referee is close by to make the count... 1... 2.. and Vega shoves himself free. The Empty gets up, free now to assault the smaller wrestler as much as possible.*

Rockwell: Was that Vega's one opportunity against The Empty?

Hood: Hey, anything can happen... but yeah, probably.

Rockwell: The referee had to separate them, but it really did work against Vega...

*The Empty has lifted Vega up now, carrying him easily over his shoulder. He turns to the corner and throws Vega into it with all his might, shaking the ring with the impact!! Vega slumps on the ropes, trying to recover, as Anders watches on outside with some concern. The Empty pulls Vega back up, wickedly chopping him across the chest multiple times. He then whips Vega to the other corner, before following behind to try and catch him on the rebound. Vega, though, ducks under The Empty's grasp, hurrying back to the corner and quickly climbing up the turnbuckle. He leaps off, going for The Mountain Slinger (Blockbuster), only to have The Empty grab him in mid-air and turn it into a Black Hole Slam!!! Vega's down, with The Empty dropping for the cover... 1... 2... but Vega kicks out, harder than expected. The Empty doesn't waste any time complaining about the count, instead turning to Vega and wrapping a large hand around his throat!! Vega's legs start kicking at The Empty works to choke him out!*

Hood: Looks like Vega is getting more asphyxia!

Rockwell: C'mon, ref, stop this!

*The referee is now pulling at The Empty's shoulder, ordering him to let go of the blatant choke. The Empty doesn't seem to be listening, intent on putting Vega down once and for all! The referee starts with 5 count, coming dangerously close to a disqualification, as The Reason starts shouting something from outside the ring. This finally has an effect, as The Empty lets go of the hold and steps up, away from a coughing Vega. The Reason nods, obviously having no problems with the choke other than it was about to cost The Empty the match. The Empty is told to go back to work, so he does, turning back towards Vega, who's still breathing heavily. The Empty pulls him up, no, Vega suddenly grabs him and reverses into a lungblower! He then turns into it, applying The Gate Keeper's Remorse (Dragon Sleeper into Grapevine)!! Vega hangs on tightly, trying to keep The Empty from using any of his bulk as he works to take the monster out!!*

Rockwell: Oh my god, Vega's got it locked in!!

Hood: It didn't take long for Vega to snap back after that lack of oxygen! Guess his 'training' paid off, huh?

Rockwell: I can't believe it!

Hood: Vega's won a lot of matches with this move! But I'm not sure he can fully lock it in on someone the size of The Empty!

Rockwell: That doesn't change the fact that it's working!

*The Reason is losing his mind outside the ring, furiously shouting at The Empty to get free. The big man is trying, struggling against the hold with all his might, as Vega fights to keep it locked in. Even a man like The Empty needs oxygen, and he's definitely starting to fade. The Reason jumps up on the apron, still shouting, causing the referee to turn and tell him to get back down. Britney Anders suddenly hops up on the apron as well, running towards The Reason and knocking him off the apron!! Both fall to the ground, with Anders rolling away from The Reason after impact. Seeing this, Vega seems to slip a little on his grip, and that's all The Empty needs as he pushes Vega's arm off of him, flopping forward to the mat. Vega, pissed that he didn't keep it locked, pulls himself up. He jumps up, delivering a standing double stomp to The Empty's back! He then rolls The Empty over for the cover... 1... 2... but The Empty pushes off, keeping himself in the match.*

Rockwell: We've had several close calls so far in this one!

Hood: Yeah, including two close DQ's! I'm glad the ref is letting so much slide, it's more entertaining that way.

Rockwell: And also, we had Britney Anders take out The Reason! So who's controlling The Empty now?

*With The Empty still down on the mat, Vega moves to the turnbuckle. He goes up, taking a second to look out at where Britney Anders has gotten up. She looks like she's thrilled with what happened. Vega balances himself and leaps off, landing on The Empty with Malicious Intent (Phoenix Splash)!!! The referee slides into position... 1... 2... 3, NO!! The Empty gets himself out just before the 3 count! He rolls to his side, even as we see The Reason slowly pulling himself up outside the ring. He looks to pull himself back together, even as The Empty sits up and starts to rise. Vega, seeing this, charges at The Empty for a knee strike, but The Empty blocks it, catching Vega's leg and throwing it backwards, causing Vega to do a flip to the canvas! Vega, knocked senseless for a second, tries to clear his head and get up, but The Empty is already standing over him, applying a Nerve Hold submission to Vega's shoulder/neck!! Vega kicks painfully in the hold, as The Empty locks it down!*

Hood: This guy has the force to probably shatter bricks in his hands, and he's doing the same thing to Vega's collarbone!

Rockwell: How much pain can one man take?

*We see the referee leaning over Vega, asking if he's going to give up, but Vega spits at the referee in response. He starts kicking hard with his feet, struggling towards the nearby ropes. The Empty seems to watch, disconnected, as Vega reaches out, managing to touch one rope with the toe of his boot. The referee immediately calls for the break, getting to a count of 4 3/4ths before The Empty finally drops the nerve hold. Vega lays on the canvas, his arm spasming slightly from the damage done to him. The Empty hauls him up from the ground, showing no pity, no mercy. He whips Vega into the corner, hard, then charges after him, going for a spear. Vega, though, hops up onto the turnbuckle, avoiding the strike by inches! The Empty, having hit the post, slowly pulls off and staggers backwards. Vega, seeing this, immediately straightens up and painfully leaps, flipping over The Empty while grabbing him on the way down to land The Mountain Slinger!! Both men stay down, with Vega unable to attempt a pinfall right away, as the crowd cheers the exciting match.*

Rockwell: These two men are both pulling out all the stops to win this one!

Hood: I've never understood that expression, "pulling out all the stops"...

Rockwell: It comes from a pipe organ. When you pull out all the stops, it means the organ will be as loud as possible.

Hood: Hey, look at us, being educational!

*Both The Reason and Britney Anders are letting out noise for their wrestlers, with Anders pounding on the apron to try and get Vega up. It seems to work, as Vega gets to his shaky feet first. He stomps on The Empty a few times, trying to keep him down, then goes off the ropes and comes back, doing a flip leg drop onto the back of The Empty's head! With The Empty back down, Vega slowly drags himself over to the corner, opting to go high-risk once more. He climbs up, fighting his way to the top of the turnbuckle, setting up for a major move. But behind him, The Empty has somehow sat up again! He works to get back to his feet, stumbling over to the ropes, hitting them, causing Vega to fall onto the turnbuckle!! Vega, hurting, can't move as The Empty uses the ropes to come over to him, climbing up next to him. He grabs Vega by the throat, but Vega fights it off with a couple of strikes. He sets himself to leap over The Empty, possibly for a sunset flip powerbomb, but The Empty grabs him before he can clear his shoulders, hauling him up into a fireman's carry! Vega struggles desperately, but The Empty's already moving, coming off the top with Descent Into Madness (Avalanche Death Valley Driver)!!!! The crowd roars, even as The Empty gets the pin on Vega... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!*

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

Rockwell: What a battle! Vega nearly had The Empty pinned a few times there!

Hood: Yep, he gave The Empty a pretty tough fight, no doubt, but The Empty still keeps on going...

Rockwell: Can anyone at the PPV stop the monster known as The Empty?

*The Reason steps up on the apron, ordering The Empty to come to him, rather than risk facing Anders again. The Empty crawls part of the way before finally managing to get up, getting himself out of the ring. Anders enters from the other side, making sure that Vega's recovering. She looks hatefully towards The Reason and The Empty, giving us the feeling that this one might not be over. We cut away.*

*We go backstage once more, showing Deana Barrows as she is leaning against a booth with a smile on her face. She has a phone up to her head.*

Deana Barrows: This is a prime opportunity for both of you men. After all, what can be better than starting your GCWA career off with a victory at a major pay-per-view? I hope you're both able to make it. Who knows? Maybe this match will be listed as the start of two glorious careers: the careers of "The Killswitch" Rogue Daniels and Gus "The Departed" DuBray! We'll see you next Sunday!

*Deana hangs up the phone, pleased with herself. She goes off to make the contract legal as we fade out.*

*'Whatever It Takes' by Imagine Dragons blasts over the PA system as the crowd instantly turn into boos as they still remember the dramatic ending of last week's Inferno that lead to PerZag being crowned the new GCWA North American Champion. PerZag walks out from the back as cheers start to pop up from the crowd from the women that finally get to see the Sexiest Man On Earth in person.*

Hood: What a blessing, to continue the show after the main event to see PerZag!

Rockwell: I was wondering if we'd see him here tonight...

*PerZag makes his way to the ring quickly, grabbing a microphone on the way by a crew member at ringside, and slides into the ring. He stands up, walking around the ring, microphone in hand, and a massive smile on his face. The smile fades away quickly as he looks around, a look of confusion on his face, he lifts the microphone to his face to speak.*

"I don't know what it is, but something just doesn't feel right."

*PerZag drops his hand down as he walks around the ring, looking at each turnbuckle as if something is hidden within them. After looking at each one of them, he walks back to the centre of the ring, shaking his head.*

"Something is missing. I know something is missing. Alright, I'll have to check everything off of my list."

*He lifts the hand up that does not contain the microphone and touches his hair.*

"Luxurious mane----- check!"

*He turns his neck around to look behind him and then slaps his ass.*

"Wrestling's Greatest Ass----- check!"

*PerZag turns his neck back around and grabs at his crotch with his free hand.*

"Massive dong----- check!"

*PerZag moves his hand back up to his shoulder and then moves it down to his waist. A smile forms on his face as he starts nodding his head.*

"Oh, how could I forget.........."

*PerZag walks over to the ropes that face the entranceway and motions for someone to come out from the back. That's when Rhiannon Clarkson comes walking out from the back, holding the GCWA North American Championship above her head as the fans start to boo, except for the women that still cheer for the sexiest man they have ever seen. Rhiannon walks down to the ring and hands PerZag the belt before walking back down the entranceway to the back. PerZag puts the title onto his shoulder and looks out at the crowd with a huge smile on his face.*

Hood: Whew, glad he remembered!

Rockwell: Hood... dammit...

"I knew I'd forgotten something. How could I forget something as prestigious as this?"

*PerZag motions towards the title on his shoulder.*

"I mean look at me, doesn't this all just suit me perfectly. A title on my shoulder, many accolades to my name in this very short period. Screw Bifford, screw Houston, screw Mack. I'm the greatest acquisition this company has signed in this new era. I'm sky-rocketing to the top. I cannot be stopped."

*PerZag starts chuckling to himself.*

"Look at who I have already defeated......... Mike Zybala, your GCWA X-Division Champion, well, that first defeat already showed that the X-Division is so far below me."

*PerZag starts laughing to himself again as the boos and cheers continue.*

"And then what..........."

*PerZag looks around at the crowd, waiting for the answer. The answer doesn't come, so PerZag acts as it does.*

"That's right, Curt Canon. I pinned him in the middle of this ring and retired him from wrestling AGAIN. If Curt wants to come out of retirement again, he'll have to talk to me first....... And then I helped The Big Bifford eliminate Alice Knight, which was such a HOOT!"

*Boos strike out again, this time from the Alice Knight fans, as PerZag laughs it off.*

"Oh, you people are so easy to manipulate......... well then, what was next.........."

*PerZag pauses, trying to remember, he suddenly clicks his thumb, signalling that he does remember.*

"That's right, I eliminated that Jackie Depth dude. That useless jobber guy that somehow wins matches here. Which then led me to defeat The Big Bifford and be crowned the Ultimate Survivor. Nobody beats Bifford but I managed to frustrate him enough to cause the DQ to win. Stupid idiot lost to my mind games. But that was all in one night. The second night in GCWA happened just this last week."

*PerZag's smile grows larger as the boos grow louder.*

"The night that I beat the better half of the GCWA Tag Team Champions, and won this North American title. Tony Savage, the man that cannot be defeated...........well, he was defeated........... Fair and square in the middle of the ring. I'm one of the only men who was able to get up after his heart punch thing, which to be honest, was pretty piss weak."

*The people who love PerZag start laughing along with him, including Hood, whilst the others boo and shake their heads with disgust. PerZag, loving every single minute of it, laughs it off.*

"But........."

*PerZag drops the GCWA North American Championship off of his shoulder and onto the ground as he finally shows some seriousness.*

"None of these other fucking titles matter. I've already proven that I am better than all of these championships. The Sexiest Man On Earth, voted by the people for the people, should only be on the top of one single pedestal.......... The GCWA Championship........"

*PerZag pauses allowing all of this to sink into everyone watching, especially his three opponents for Blood on the Battlefield V.*

"And after last week, that's exactly where that title is going to be..........."

*PerZag drops his microphone onto the ground as he puts his hands out to the side, showcasing himself to the crowd once more. The same crowd members boo PerZag until they suddenly turn to cheers which confuses him. PerZag looks around trying to figure out what the fuck is going on when he suddenly spots Ed Houston running down the entranceway towards the ring. Houston slides into the ring as PerZag runs straight towards him.*

Hood: HEY! Get him out of here!!

Rockwell: Houston's still wanting some revenge on PerZag for last week!

Hood: Someone fine him, he's interrupting a masterpiece!!

*The two of them meet throwing lefts and rights at each other, not allowing either of them to let up. Both of them keep going, not showing any sign of stopping until Houston manages to hit a stiff shot to the jaw of PerZag, stunning him. PerZag stumbles backwards as Houston follows, but he is met with a quick eye poke from PerZag, making Houston drop down to a knee, grabbing at his eye. PerZag looks out at the crowd, laughing, as the fans of Houston boo. PerZag grabs Houston, setting him up for The Worthiest Move of All.*

Hood: YES! Take him down!

Rockwell: Are we going to see it two weeks in a row??

*PerZag lifts Houston into the powerbomb position, but Houston struggles, not allowing PerZag to follow through, before sliding out behind PerZag. PerZag turns around to go after Houston but is hit with the Houston We Have A Problem superkick taking PerZag out onto the mat. Houston looking down at PerZag quickly glances at the turnbuckle and then out to the crowd, who cheer Houston on, wanting him to go up top. Houston quickly runs over to the turnbuckle, climbing up to the top. He stands up on the top turnbuckle before leaping off and landing the shooting star press (Blastoff).*

Rockwell: Houston flies! A sign of things to come??

Hood: Fuck! This is so unfair!

*Houston gets to his feet as PerZag squirms in pain as the fans cheer, until the cheers turn to boos again as Houston looks over at the entranceway to see, nobody. Houston is suddenly turned around as Mack hits a stiff right fist to the jaw of Houston, staggering him backwards. Houston stumbles back towards the ropes, leaning on them as he stares halfway across the ring at Mack O'Connor. Mack sticks up the middle finger at Ed, who then charges at Mack, the two of them throwing strike after strike at one another, the crowd egging them on.*

Rockwell: From one brawl to another!

Hood: We're losing control! Someone! Anyone! Help!

*Security comes rushing down the entranceway as the crowd turns to boos, as the security quickly slides into the ring and start pulling Houston and O'Connor apart. They drag Mack into one of the corners of the ring, as the other security members drag Houston towards the ropes, getting him outside of the ring. Ed Houston, realizing that he's going to get his hands on Mack O'Connor next week, starts to walk up the rampway. He points towards O'Connor stating that the belt will be his as he makes it to the main stage.*

Hood: What a sore loser! Mack beat Houston 1, 2, 3! He shouldn't even be getting another shot!

Rockwell: But he does, which means Houston could be a two-time champion next Sunday!

Hood: ... Or this guy could be a three-time champ!

*Houston stops looking towards the entranceway as Bifford walks out from the back, a leg of ham in his right hand. He takes a bite of the ham and looks at Houston. Then back to the ham. Then back to Houston. Then back to the ham. Then back to Houston when he suddenly strikes with the leg of ham at Houston. Houston ducks the incoming ham and gets out of the way as the security rushes back up the rampway, getting in between Houston and Bifford, not letting this one get out of control.*

Rockwell: That's a lot of ham.

Hood: Did you know there is actually something called leg of ham?

*Bifford just shrugs, continuing to eat his ham as the security forces Houston towards the back, knowing full well that they cannot force Bifford to do anything. Back in the ring, PerZag starts to get back to the land of consciousness as he crawls his way back to the middle of the ring, to his title that somehow remains in the same spot. Mack, seeing this, walks over to PerZag, putting out a hand to help him up.*

Rockwell: Wait a second... are Mack O'Connor and PerZag teaming up?

Hood: Hell, in a Fatal Fourway, that'd give them a hell of an advantage!

*PerZag takes Mack's hand as he helps his ally from OCW up to his feet. PerZag thanks Mack, and Mack acknowledges the thank you with a kick to the guts and a Hollow Point to finish things off!! PerZag writhes in pain once again as Mack kicks the GCWA North American Championship out of the ring, walking over to the ropes, staring up at the stage at Houston. Houston, still in the process of leaving the stage area, points back at Mack as Bifford continues to only focus on his leg of ham. The three men stare each other down, well Mack and Ed do, as PerZag writhes on the mat in pain.*

Rockwell: So much for teamwork!

Hood: One of these men is going to be our World Champion at Blood on the Battlefield! I don't like Mack's odds!

Rockwell: Any of these guys could win it, making this one of the biggest matches in GCWA history! We'll see you on Barrows Island next week!!

*The camera focuses on each competitor, including PerZag's anguished face, before we fade out, ending the show.*

OOC: And that takes us to Blood on the Battlefield V!! Thanks to everyone who sent in segments, making the show seem a little more full than usual. I'm expecting an exceedingly difficult set of choices next week, as so many of you have been posting incredible roleplays as of late. Twenty-nine wrestlers, only seven wins between them (what have I done?!?! *lol*). Looking forward to reading some amazing stories!

GCWA Presents - Blood On The Battlefield V!

LIVE! Sunday, May 3rd, 2020

From Barrows Island, International Waters, Atlantic Ocean

Opener

Rogue Daniels vs. Gus DuBray

Mid-Card

GCWA Television Title Battle Royal - Featuring Vincent Day, John E Depth, Anderson Haze, Madhouse Madi, Ryot, Tony The Spider, Violent, Aaron Warthog, and Xtreme

Curt Canon vs. Crazy Chris vs. Brady Vega vs. The Lost Soul, Golden Opportunity #1 Contenders Ladder match

Dr. Baad vs. Duce Jones vs. The Empty vs. The Enforcer, Golden Opportunity #1 Contenders Steel Cage match

The A-List (Dave Branson & Dylan Thomas) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn & Mike Zybala
Noah Hanson vs. Jack Puffer

Main Event

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

Roleplaying will be from Friday, April 24th to Thursday, April 30th, giving you 7 days to post two roleplays. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count. You may only post one roleplay per day for the title matches.

Good luck to all!