Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*So, how are things in your neck of the woods? Texas is reopening, even quicker than the original plan. Will it lead to a massive spike in disease and death, or will we just go on and get to have our hair cut in style? We will see in about two weeks, give or take. Other states are opening up as well, and maybe, MAYBE, the 'new' normal can be on the way soon. Through it all, the GCWA has been here, continuing our run through the plague and continuing to thrive. Hope you've enjoyed the ride so far, there's lots more to come!*

*Surprisingly, we have a cold open after the last commercial runs. Enforcer is sitting in a chair in his new high rise condo on Luther Lane in Dallas, Texas. He is in a silver three piece suit, yellow, black, grey tie with black dress shoes. Enforcer has his jacket draped across the chair he is sitting in.*

Enforcer:Welcome GCWA to my new Dallas home. Now, don't get me wrong, I am not a fan of it either but I figured since I'd be spending a lot of time here in Dallas dominating the GCWA this would be a wise investment. This property along with eleven other properties that I just invested in today to either have as rentals or flipped. Did you know you can get a dozen properties here in Dallas for about two million dollars? Man, this has surely been a come up day for me. As many of you saw I just came back from a trip to Barrows Island where I was in a fatal fourway steal cage match and that match didn't go as I intended. So be it. It is simply one of those things where I have to tell myself it is what it is because this loss doesn't deviate me from my ultimate goal. Which of course is the World Heavyweight title and as we all know the winner of the match couldn't cash his golden ticket on the World title. So, I tip my figurative cap to you, doc. May you win the North American or Television title but rest assured our paths will cross again at one point or another and I will have a receipt for your ass. Because underneath this very expensive suit is several cuts and bruises. I am sure in your ignorance, Mr. Wrigley and yourself will be waiting for me with open arms. If I would have won the cage match that would have soothed my soul and helped me get over all these cuts and bruises that are all over me. That loss can only be attributed to one man. We all saw what happened and that daddy's boy, Ducey is at fault. You know what you did, Ducey, and after your egregious actions in the cage match you just sonter off to wrestle in the OCW's Manifest Destiny tournament. Ducey, you'll be getting yours, I assure you of that.

*Justice Orton-Cross comes walking into the condo through the front door. Enforcer stands up from the chair he was sitting in as Justice walks over to him. They give each other a peck on the lips. Justice takes a seat in the chair Enforcer was just sitting in.*

Enforcer: Is it done?

Justice Orton-Cross: Yes.

Enforcer: Wonderful.

*Justice Orton-Cross gives a devilish smile.*

Justice Orton-Cross: It is. I can now officially announce to the world that I just came from a meeting at GCWA arena with Mr. Barrows where I signed a very lucrative GCWA contract. Which will make me, despite misgivings from the rest of the ladies on the roster, such as, Alice White and Madhouse Madi, I am the "one and only true lady of GCWA." I have decided to join my husband in GCWA because it has been about six years since he and I have been in the same promotion. I realize that I have yet to step into the GCWA ring yet but I will and when I do I will be keeping my eye on the whereabouts of the GCWA World Television title.

Enforcer: The asinine recusants of the GCWA will have to find their place in line behind Justice and myself. While my plan of winning that golden ticket was tarnished by Doc. Things are still very much ascending for myself. Even more so now that my wife has joined me. While Mr O'Connor gets to enjoy being GCWA World Champion for a little while longer after his successful title defense this past Sunday. I am sure that voice in the back of your head is telling you, "it is only a matter of time before The Enforcer really starts gunning for me." I'll be waiting for you at the end of the yellow brick road, Mr. O'Connor. Until I work my way into a match with Mr. O'Connor there is something is my glorious career there is something I haven't been able to accomplish. That is to win the World Tag Team titles with my beautiful wife.

*Justice smiles as she wraps her hands around Enforcer's right hand.*

Enforcer: So, Mr. Vega and Mr. Savage I am sure you two mooncalves are thinking I am speaking out of turn challenging the two of you. I am very confident my wife and I will be seeing you two across the ring from us in a tag team title match. Do you two have the testicular fortitude to do this the easy way and accept our challenge or not? If you don't then we will be forced to do it the hard way which you in no way want.

*Enforcer and Justice both smile towards the camera. It slowly fades to black. We then get the GCWA logo finally appearing on the screen. It slowly fades away, slowly eclipsed by a growing banner which shows on the screen for a moment. It's the banner for Blood on the Battlefield V.*

Voice: On Barrows Island, the world watched as the wrestlers of the GCWA went to war...

*Clips roll of some of the bigger moves throughout the night. Rogue Daniels hitting Lights Out. Violent launching Xtreme over the top rope with a release German suplex. Curt Canon dropping Crazy Chris onto a platform ladder with a spike hurricanrana. Dave Branson delivering a Curb Stomp to Mike Zybala. The Empty using the door of the steel cage on his foes. Noah Hanson landing the Kansas City Ribfest on Jack Puffer. *

Voice: It was war that went out of the ring, to the beach, and could not be contained...

*We see John E Depth & Tony The Spider catching Aaron Warthog hiding on the beach, beating him down. We also see more footage from the Steel Cage match, after the wrestlers had escaped from the cage. Dr. Baad, in particular, is shown flying with One Baad Elbow Drop off the stage onto The Enforcer and the steel structure.*

Voice: War led to many unexpected battles, ones that featured stunning returns and brutal attacks...

*Video rolls of The Empty appearing during the Ladder match, giving Brady Vega The Vortex of Doom on the beach. This is spliced with a barely-standing Vega showing up during the Steel Cage match, shooting both The Reason and The Empty with a dart gun. We switch to the main event, where Crash Rodriguez's shocking return is featured, brutally attacking The Big Bifford. We also see Tony Savage, first storming the island and taking out Hunter Barrows, then appearing during the main event and landing One Shot, One Kill to both Ed Houston and PerZag.*

Voice: As in any war, there were victors, but even the winners will have scars to remember this night...*

*We see some of the final moments of matches, mainly the hands being raised for Rogue Daniels, Ryot, The Lost Soul, The A-List, Dr. Baad, Jack Puffer, and Mack O'Connor. We see each trying to recover after the battle they just had, focusing for a few moments on Dr. Baad pulling a piece of shrapnel from his side, then locking onto O'Connor looking around at the destruction around him.*

Voice: So where do we go from here? Why, right back into battle, of course, because the fighting never ends. It's just the fighters that change.

*Jonathan Barrows steps out, standing tall in one of his fancy, well-tailored suits.*

Jonathan Barrows: Prepare for the next level. It's going to be a blast...

*Jonathan slowly smiles, an evil look if there ever was one. 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 has definitely expanded since the last Inferno show, no doubt because of the raising of certain limits here in Texas. Fans are hyped to be there in person once again, throwing safety to the wind as they gather in groups. The barriers between groups are still up, at least. We zoom across the larger crowd before getting to Adrian Rockwell & Hood, who both look energized from so much bloodshed the week before.*

Rockwell: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Friday Night Inferno!! We're expecting some major aftershocks tonight after last Sunday's Blood on the Battlefield V ended with some controversy...

Hood: Yeah, I still can't believe Tony Savage laid his hands on Hunter Barrows and PerZag!!

Rockwell: .... and Ed Houston...

Hood: Well, yeah, him too, I guess...

Rockwell: All that matters in the win column, though, is that Mack O'Connor survived the toughest test of his reign by far on Sunday. We'll have to see what's next for O'Connor in the coming weeks, as I suspect a new #1 Contender will be named.

Hood: It's the chance for some strong wrestlers to step up and get their asses kicked!

Rockwell: In the meantime, tonight, we've got a new GCWA Television Champion, and he's defending the gold for the first time! Ryot made it through the Battle Royal Sunday to become the champ, but Tony The Spider is getting another opportunity to claim the belt in our main event!

Hood: If the folks who were watching OCW last year just tuned in now, they'd be laughing their asses off. First Jack Puffer, and now Tony The Spider in a main event...

Rockwell: He's earned it, Hood! Wrestlers who struggled in other companies are getting their chance to shine here in the GCWA!

Hood: I just want to get back to the days of Maurako, Meyhu, and TIO. Is that so bad?

Rockwell: Apparently those days have passed, Hood, although at least you get to see TIO in the Manifest Destiny 2 Tournament.

Hood: He's going to win it all!

Rockwell: But that's another fed, so let's get to the action for the GCWA!

Singles Match
Madhouse Madi (1-3) vs. Aaron Warthog (2-13)

Hood: I will say, I have a new appreciation for Minos. His cousin was, well, not Minos...

Rockwell: I kind of liked him...

Hood: You would. But the hick is gone, long live the sinister Minos!

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

"Everyone knows I'm Hog Wild!"

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

Rockwell: Warthog, amazingly, almost succeeded in his plan during the TV Title Battle Royal. He disappeared for a time, until he was found on the beach by the Mustard Factory.

Hood: I gotta say, I never thought he'd be able to pull that off, but he came closer than I would have suspected. Guy's got a devious streak in him!

Rockwell: But will that help him in any way against Madhouse Madi tonight?

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

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

Rockwell: Madhouse Madi has been on a losing skid the last few weeks, unable to get herself a victory since her strong debut against John E Depth.

Hood: While I always love to see her, maybe she should start thinking about just sticking with her old career, showing cleavage online.

Rockwell: That's not at all a good description of her online gaming channel, Hood.

Hood: It's the only reason I watched! What do I care about video games?

*The Bell Rings.*

*Madhouse Madi has stayed outside for the moment, greeting more of her 'fans'. She makes sure they know when to tune in for her next broadcast. Hearing the bell, she finally leaves the fans behind and slides in the ring. She's looking like she's ready to go, but Warthog isn't there anymore. He's disappeared! Madi looks around in confusion, then turns to the referee, who just shrugs his shoulders. He may have seen where Warthog went, but it's not his job to point it out to Madi. Maybe she should have been paying attention? She starts leaning over the ropes on each side, looking for Warthog, apparently wanting to get a very good look as she leans far out. The fans on each side of the ring are very appreciative of this motion when she gets to them. After searching all four sides, Madhouse Madi straightens up, very puzzled. The referee, meanwhile, has started a slow count, at least confirming that Warthog's out of the ring at the moment.*

Rockwell: Warthog's getting pretty good at this deception, I think...

Aaron Warthog: I'd say he's perfecting the art of camouflage very well.

Hood: I mean, I guess so... but the ref is still counting...

*Madhouse Madi has turned away now, looking up the aisleway in case that's where Warthog is located. For those of you who somehow missed it, though, Warthog was actually sitting at the announcer's table in the third seat, with a hat pulled down over his head. He pulls it off now and jumps up, seeing that Madhouse Madi's back is turned. He slides into the ring, stopping the count, then charges forward. Before Madi can move out of the way, Warthog is there, crashing into her with The Stampede (Spear)!!! Madhouse Madi collapses to the ground, with Warthog landing next to her. Instead of making the pin, though, Warthog jumps to his feet, leaping up and down in excitement at having landed one of his bigger moves! The fans seem to be a little into it as well, cheering for Warthog actually landing the Stampede. He points down at Madi, as if still not believing it, before he leans over to pick the female wrestler up off the ground.*

Hood: Damn, Madi got played!

Rockwell: How could she not see Warthog sitting right next to us?

Hood: She probably focused on my rugged good looks and couldn't see anything else. It happens.

*Warthog has Madhouse Madi up now, working to get her up on his shoulders for Aggression (Falling Powerslam)!! He sets himself to run with her... but Madi hangs onto the ropes, trying to save herself! Warthog fights to get her free, pulling her away from the ropes, finally managing to break her grasp. He takes another step, set to drop her... and gets grabbed by the throat by The Empty!!!! He lifts the shocked Warthog up, even taking Madhouse Madi's weight with them, then chokeslams them both!!! The referee, stunned, signals for the bell, but The Empty turns and smashes him with a haymaker, sending the referee flying!!!*

Hood: Fuck!

Rockwell: The Empty has come in out of nowhere!!

Hood: And he took out the ref! Which means we might be next!! I'm out of here!!

*You can hear Hood throwing down his mic and headset and running away. It's unclear if Rockwell is following him or not. In the ring, Warthog wants to get up, but The Empty has him by the legs. Warthog gets swung around the ring, with The Empty ending it with the Alabama Slam, completing The Vortex of Doom!!! Warthog falls out of the ring, even as The Empty turns towards a recovering Madhouse Madi. She puts her hands up, trying to beg off, but The Empty doesn't care. He's following the instructions of The Reason, who stands at ringside with a smile on his face!! Madi tries to get away through the ropes, but The Empty grabs her, dragging her over to the corner and slamming her head into the turnbuckle again and again!! Madi is basically out on her feet, but that's not enough for The Empty. He takes her up the turnbuckle and comes off with the Descent Into Madness (Avalanche Death Valley Driver)!!!! Madhouse Madi is down and not moving as The Empty gets to his feet, not even out of breath. The Reason comes into the ring next to him, looking down at her.*

The Reason: To think such things can break with such ease, but it will be no different to whomever that stands up to The Empty. The time is coming when The Empty will eliminate all competition in his path, and the destruction will be a glorious monument to the power bestowed by The Hollow! Brady Vega, you put us down with trinkets; you know nothing of the brute force it takes to control the world around you, therefore, bring your A-Game, kid. The Empty will see you now, and it will tear you down once again, and take everything you hold dear from you, namely Brit Anders.

*The Reason lowers his mic, looking back at The Empty. Madhouse Madi still hasn't moved, while Aaron Warthog is still laying on the ground outside. With no announcers apparently close enough to talk, we're sent backstage.*

*We cut to the co-owners' suite, where Jonathan Barrows is standing near his sister, Deana. Hunter Barrows is nowhere to be seen. Jonathan is finishing a conversation on his cell phone.*

Jonathan Barrows: So you're sure we're good? There's no way Tony Savage can get in tonight? Well, keep your men vigilant anyway. He's got some tough friends with him.

*Jonathan hangs up the phone, looking a little frustrated.*

Jonathan Barrows: I still can't believe that Savage attacked us like that. I really want to know how he found out the location of the island...

*Jonathan stares at Deana for a moment, as she shakes her head.*

Deana Barrows: For the last time, Jonathan, I didn't give it to him.

Jonathan Barrows: You gave the coordinates to Houston...

Deana Barrows: He was in our main event! I just naturally assumed that you'd want him there, and wouldn't give him bad directions. My mistake. But I did not give Tony Savage anything. He never contacted me. I assume, honestly, that Brady Vega told him where to go.

Jonathan Barrows: Yeah, Vega. I'm going to have to deal with him and Savage. We owe that much to Hunter at least.

Deana Barrows: I didn't see you worrying about Hunter when you jumped on that helicopter and left. I got called off the beach to handle everything after the main event. You're welcome, by the way...

Jonathan Barrows: Well, you're going to need to pull your weight tonight, fellow 'co-owner', until Hunter is back on his feet. We will need to start making decisions on who will get to compete for the next shot against Mack O'Connor, and there are a lot of big names out there.

Deana Barrows: I'll get right on it, dear brother.

*Deana turns and leaves the room, smiling her usual sly smile. Jonathan still looks a little nervous, wondering if he's safe where he is at the moment. He goes to get back on the phone as we go to commercial.*

*We are back at ringside, as Hood and Rockwell have retaken their seats.*

Rockwell: Welcome back, everyone... sorry for the interruption in announcing there...

Hood: If you saw a monster like The Empty coming, you'd high-tail it too!

Rockwell: I wouldn't call it running away...

Hood: What, sprinting with style? You were right next to me, Adrian, admit it!

Rockwell: Look, we're back, and we're moving forward, okay? Let's keep things moving...

*The intro to 'Whatever It Takes' by Imagine Dragons starts to play to the crowd. Cheers start to echo throughout the arena, mostly from the women, but there are more cheers than usual. The man who is about to walk out may have gotten a bit more respect from the fans after the massive fatal four-way bout at Blood on the Battlefield V. Some boos start to echo out as well as the 'Sexiest Man On Earth' PerZag walks out from the back accompanied by Rhiannon Clarkson.*

Hood: And here he is, the greatest wrestler in the GCWA today.

Rockwell: Well maybe just in your eyes.

Hood: No, not just mine. Jonathan and Hunter think he's the best as well.

*PerZag and Rhiannon Clarkson walk out onto the stage, with Clarkson carrying PerZag's North American Championship, holding it above her head showcasing the title to the fans. Surprisingly PerZag has a massive smile on his face as he walks down towards the ring, Rhiannon following in tow. PerZag makes it to ringside and walks up the steps. He stops on the apron, sitting on the middle rope as Rhiannon walks up the steel steps herself. She steps into the ring as PerZag does the same. They walk to the centre of the ring, PerZag collecting a microphone from a crew member from ringside before he does. Rhiannon presents the title out to the fans as PerZag begins to speak.*

PerZag: Dallas, how are you?

*The fans cheer.*

PerZag: Yeah, I know, that's a cheap pop. Anyhow, as you can all see, the title that is shown right here before you all is not exactly the title that I wanted to show you. I wanted to be standing here tonight showing you all the GCWA World Heavyweight Championship that I solemnly deserve.

*A few cheers come out with some people agreeing with what PerZag has said, the others probably think somebody else should be the champion.*

PerZag: But, you know, what are you gonna do? Am I gonna blame The Big Bifford and Ed Houston from stopping me from winning the match? Am I gonna blame Mack for not taking his beating the way he should have? Am I gonna blame Crash Rodriguez for attacking Bifford and making it easier for Mack to win? Am I gonna blame Tony Savage for attacking myself along with Ed Houston to give Mack the win?

*PerZag pauses making everyone wait for his answer.*

PerZag: Of course I am going to blame all of those fucking idiots. It took five different people, including myself to allow Mack O Fucking Connor to retain his title. That just shows that without interference or a fluke rollup victory that Mack would not be standing as a champion today. But Mack just fucking capitalized on what was happening and he pulled off the victory. Oh well, one of these days I will beat Mack, as long as he grows some balls and stops ducking me, I'll get that title away from him. But he's not the biggest issue right now.

*PerZag pauses, his face turning into an expression of anger.*

PerZag: Tony Fucking Savage. You screwed everyone. You allowed that bald prick to win. And what for? All because your feelings got a little bit hurt because the Barrows and Ed Houston cost you your North American Championship. Hey, I can tell you right now, I didn't ask for anyone to get involved in that match. Things just happened, and I capitalized. Hell, if you want to truly blame someone, blame Ed Houston. If he hadn't come out that night, I could've beaten you fair and square and there'd be no issue.

*PerZag shakes his head.*

PerZag: I don't blame anybody as much as you and Ed. If Ed didn't get involved with our North American title match, then you wouldn't have gotten involved in our match, and I'd be standing here as GCWA World Champion right now, instead of just as the North American Champion.

*PerZag looks over at the GCWA North American Championship belt and gives a little smile.*

PerZag: But, this title is pretty cool. And it's a good prize to still have, even if I have to watch my back just in case some Golden Opportunity guys want to take it from me. Hell, it's probably not only them. I'm guessing Tony wants it back, and Ed probably wants it too. You know what, fuck this.

*PerZag turns and stares up the entranceway towards the back.*

PerZag: If anybody out the back wants to have a shot at me, and wants to fight me, come out right now.

*PerZag waits for somebody to come out, but after a few moments, nobody does.*

PerZag: That's what I thought. I lay down a challenge, and nobody wants to come out. Tony's a little bitch. Ed's too sore of a loser to come out here, and I guess those Golden Opportunity guys just don't want a piece of this. Well, that's alright, if nobody has any balls then..........

*Suddenly there's a scream from Rhiannon. PerZag turns around to be met by a chair shot to the head.*

Rockwell: Oh my god, that's Thunder and Lightning!

Hood: What the fuck are these two jobbers doing?

Rockwell: I don't know, we haven't seen these guys for about a month. They must be taking the opportunity that PerZag offered to get back on TV...

Hood: Well, they picked the wrong person for that.

*PerZag gets up after the chair shot, staring over at Lightning who holds onto a chair. PerZag stares over at Rhiannon who is on the outside unharmed, so PerZag charges at Lightning, but instantly drops to the ground after a chair shot to the back from Thunder. PerZag lays on the ground as Thunder hits another chair shot, Lightning follows up with another one of his own as the crowd look on in absolute shock.*

Rockwell: What is going on here?

Hood: I don't know. I don't think anybody can understand how two jobbers can beat up the best champion in the GCWA.

*The crowd suddenly starts cheering as someone comes running out from the back.*

Rockwell: It's The Lost Soul!

Hood: Oh no, he's going to take advantage of this beat down, isn't he?

*The Lost Soul hits the ring, sliding in, and goes straight after Thunder, throwing punch after punch to the face of Thunder. Thunder drops the chair as he's being pushed back towards the corner. TLS stops, turning around as Lightning comes charging at TLS who jumps up, hitting a dropkick to the chair, connecting it to the face of Lightning. Lightning goes down, rolling out of the ring as Thunder gets out of the ring too, checking on Lightning. Lightning and Thunder make their way towards the back as TLS turns looking towards PerZag, who is seated in the corner.*

Hood: Okay, so now he's going to attack PerZag.

Rockwell: I don't know, Hood. I don't think anybody knows what The Lost Soul is going to do next.

*TLS walks over to PerZag, who is being checked on by Rhiannon Clarkson from outside the ring. PerZag turns his head towards TLS with a look of confusion on his face as TLS puts his hand out, offering to help PerZag to his feet. PerZag stares at the hand for a few moments, before pulling himself under the ropes to the outside with Rhiannon. Zag and Rhiannon start walking towards the back, Zag not keeping his eyes off of TLS, completely confused as to what just happened.*

Rockwell: So does this mean that The Lost Soul is after PerZag's title or was he just helping him?

Hood: Well, if he is smart, he'll try and get on PerZag's good side.

Rockwell: Well, as we try to figure out what is going on in The Lost Soul's mind, let's continue with the show.

Singles Match
The Big Bifford (37-15-2) vs. Xtreme (7-28-1)

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 persona of Xtreme appears. He stumbles on his way out, almost falling down, but somehow keeps walking. He is still wearing his hospital gown from earlier this week, which is not a pretty sight, but thankfully it's sealed in the back, at least.*

Rockwell: There's no way in the world Xtreme should be out here wrestling tonight, after that horrible fall he took in the Battle Royal.

Hood: Yeah, but who's going to stop Xtreme from going for more pain?

Rockwell: He had to break out of a hospital to get here, Hood! I can't see any doctor having cleared him for action, considering he's not even dressed to compete!

Hood: The guy's a nutcase, alright...

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

*"Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio leads out The Big Bifford, who stands on the stage looking around at the crowd. He is wearing his MAGICAL FLEECE as he makes his way down towards the ring, studying his opponent along the way.*

Rockwell: Rumor has it there is some tension between members of The Big Bifford's team that might be leading to some violence in the future...

Hood: I don't think things will get too bad between them. Earl and Kenny have been there for many years now. Boris is a wild-card, I suppose, but what cannibal wouldn't be?

Rockwell: You know Bifford is interested in getting some anger out tonight after Crash Rodriguez cost him in the World Title match at Blood on the Battlefield. But I hope Bifford realizes that Xtreme really can't put up much up a fight...

Hood: I just hope Xtreme doesn't get turned into a chicken sandwich. Not that I like the guy, but I don't want to see him murdered...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go, a major mismatch between two of the longer-running wrestlers in the GCWA!

Hood: I wonder if Bifford will take that into account before killing him?

*Xtreme has fallen in the corner, just sitting there. The Big Bifford doesn't seem to be in any hurry, slowly putting his MAGICAL FLEECE off to his side. He looks back at the referee, nodding to him before slowly heading over towards Xtreme. He just stares at the wrestler, who seems to come alert at the look. Xtreme grabs at the ropes, slowly pulling himself upright. He doesn't seem to be saying anything coherent, just grunting as he finally makes it to his feet. He staggers towards Bifford, putting out his hands towards him. Bifford just stands there, sighing, as Xtreme basically leans against him, staring up at the heavyweight. Xtreme still manages one of his sick smiles, before trying to throw a weak punch. He doesn't even connect, flying past the man. Bifford shakes his head and grabs hold of Xtreme, immediately twisting the badly weakened wrestler into position for The Biff End!! He lifts, with Xtreme's gown falling downwards, causing almost everyone to look away. When we return, Bifford is pinning Xtreme, having covered him... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Hood: Short and sweet, as expected! What was NOT expected was what we saw underneath Xtreme's gown...

Rockwell: I mean, I'm glad he had underwear on...

Hood: Oh, me too! But My Little Pony underwear??

Rockwell: I have no explanation...

Hood: Me either. Well, he's dead now anyway, so there's nothing more to worry about...

Rockwell: I think his legs are still moving...

Hood: But when Bifford takes him to Boris...

*GCWA Security seems to be keeping a close eye on Xtreme as The Big Bifford celebrates in the ring. He gathers up his MAGICAL FLEECE and turns to leave, not bothering to look back at his foe. We switch to a backstage camera, where Crash Rodriguez can be seen watching the action! He looks disappointed at Bifford's attitude, turning and walking away from the television as we jump away.*

*Let's cut to the back of the GCWA Arena here in Dallas, Texas where Christopher J. Wrigley is already standing by. Wearing his dark navy blue suit with a bright yellow, Wrigley is holding in his hands that Golden Opportunity contract. Wrigley takes a moment to read it one more time before his eyes pull up from the contract and moves them towards the camera.*

WRIGLEY: "One title match, one title match of my client's choosing and we get exactly what we want. Well, just to remind everyone my client has already made his choice in what title he wants to get his hands on... it's just a shame that the North American Champion couldn't walk out of Blood on the Battlefield with the World Championship belt.

That's right, we want PerZag. We want the North American Championship title belt and we are going to cash in this here contract to get exactly what we want.

...but not tonight and not next week."

*Wrigley puts the contract away and adjusts his tie so that it is perfectly straight across his chest.*

WRIGLEY: "You see, there's an old saying, well maybe not that old, but still it's one hell of a saying... simply put you come at the king, you best not miss. You see, if you didn't happen to watch Blood on the Battlefield, then you missed Dr. Baad showing the entire world how truly bad of a human being he is as he not only defeated three other men in a steel cage... but then on top of all that Dr. Baad pulled a piece of debris out from his goddamn side the size of my di--- well, you get the idea. Needless to say, after that I have advised my client to take some time and heal up.

So, we're going to wait to cash in this shot.

We're going to wait until Dr. Baad is back at one hundred percent before we cash this golden opportunity in. Once my man is ready to go we're cashing this in and taking the North American Championship belt."

*Wrigley once again pauses and adjusts his glasses and looks dead into the camera.*

WRIGLEY: "You can say whatever you want about Dr. Baad from here until then, but when he's one hundred percent you better call him the neighborhood sniper. Because we're taking our shot when we're good damn well and ready, and we ain't about to miss.

Right through your heart."

*With that, we fade to black.*

*"Ready to Die" hits the speakers and the fans explode into a chorus of cheers! The GCWA X-Division champion Mike Zybala walks out onto the stage and smiles at the crowd. He pats the championship that's firmly around his waist.*

Rockwell: It looks like Zybala has something to say.

Hood: He's not on the card tonight! Get this asshole out of here!

*The lights go out (Hood shrieks) and when they come back on, Zybala is in the middle of the ring holding a microphone. The music dies down and Zybala addresses the crowd.*

Zybala: We lost. Plain and simple. Peter and I lost against The A-List. I don't blame Pete at all. He tried his best. If anything, I was off of MY game and not the backup my partner needed. That's my bad. So that means that Thomas gets a shot at my X-Division title. Hurray for him. But I gotta ask why? Why does he want to try to go after The X-Division belt and me when his history shows he's add bad luck with both?! Let's got to the BarrowsTron 12000 to review the evidence!

*Zybala points to the big screen, which crackles to life. We got back to an episode of Inferno earlier this year...*

*The referee continues to argue with Lissandra, ordering her to get down, as Crazy Chris moves to the apron. As Thomas gets back to his feet, Crazy Chris springs over the ropes, twisting into the Crazy Bastard (twisting slingshot DDT)!!!! He makes the pin, holding on tightly... 1... 2... 3... 4... it'd be a pin for sure, but the ref is still talking to Lissandra! The fans boo as Crazy Chris hops to his feet, furious. He storms over, grabbing the referee and wanting him to get focused. The referee apologizes, even as Lissandra drops back off the apron, not wanting to risk collateral damage. Crazy Chris orders the ref to come back with him, going over to where Dylan Thomas is laying. But Thomas suddenly reaches up and gets the cradle, while grabbing hold of the ropes! The ref counts... 1... 2... 3 NO!!! Somehow Crazy Chris gets out of it!*

Hood: That was 3! I saw it, it was 3!

Rockwell: It wasn't, the ref called it off!

Hood: He can't do that to the A-List!

*Both wrestlers get back up, exchanging shots, trying to gain the momentum here near the end. Thomas uses a thumb to the eye to stagger Crazy Chris back, then jumps in, going for the Perfect Finisher once again! But Chris, next to the ropes, hangs on, and Thomas hits hard from the angle he lands at! The champion rolls towards the center of the ring, stunned, even as Crazy Chris turns and climbs the turnbuckle, getting up as quickly as possible. Lissandra, seeing this, starts around the ring and goes to climb the apron, again shouting at the challenger. Dylan, hearing his wife, struggles to get back to his feet, trying to find her. Crazy Chris completely ignores her, leaping off the turnbuckle just outside her outstretched hand... and hits the Crazy Man's Suicide on Thomas!!! The fans erupt as Crazy Chris falls into the pin, with the ref right there... 1... 2... Lissandra comes in, but too late... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... and the NEW GCWA Unified X Division Champion... Crazy Chris!!!

*The screen goes blank for a moment before it starts showing a scene from Ultimate Survivor... Vaughn crawls to the side, hurting badly. Zybala stops for a second, talking with him, apparently still proud of his fight. He then raises up, seeing Thomas waiting for him. Branson and PerZag both roll back into the ring as well, standing together. Zybala shakes his head, making sure that Vaughn makes it out safely. He then straightens up and steps forward, grinning. The referee tries to get Branson & PerZag to leave, but Branson just glares at him, shutting him up. The three men set themselves, ready to beat Zybala into oblivion. The X Division Champion nods... and the lights go out again!*

Rockwell: What's happening?

Lissandra Thomas: Don't touch me, Adrian!

Rockwell: What? It's not me!

Lissandra Thomas: Hood?

Hood: I'm sorry, but I'm so scared!!

*The lights come back, with Thomas still standing where he was. Strangely, though, he's now alone. He looks around in every direction, trying to figure out what just happened. Branson, PerZag, and Zybala are all gone! Thomas, confused, turns to the referee, who looks pretty confused as well. Thomas, never one to dodge an advantage, orders him to start counting, which the ref does, since Thomas is the legal man. He gets to 5, before suddenly, the lights go out once more! When they come back up, Zybala is standing behind Thomas! He spins, swinging wildly, but Zybala blocks the strike, picking Thomas up and taking him over with the Sound of Silence!!!! He makes the cover, hanging on... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!*

Lissandra Thomas: No! NO! He kicked out!!

Hood: I saw it!! He kicked out!!

Rockwell: That's not what I saw!

*Minos, checking with the ref, turns to the audience.*

Minos: Dylan Thomas has been eliminated!!

*We go back to the live feed and the crowd is cheering at the loss of Thomas. Zybala has a cocksure grin on his face.*

Zybala: As you see, poor Dylan has bad luck with not only The X-Division belt, but also with me. I don't know why he wants another shot at me when it's already a forgone conclusion, but I don't mind beating him again. He'll get one more chance at the belt, but this is the last chance. This is going to be the end of our story, Dylan, but it's not going to be the fairy tale ending you're hoping for.

*With that said, Zybala drops the mic and the lights go out. When they come back on, Zybala is gone, but the X-Division title is still there HOVERING IN AIR!! Hood shrieks at an ear piercing level and the lights go out again. They come back on and the ring is empty.*

Rockwell: That was a walk down history lane...

Hood: That was fucking terrifying! And that video was heavily edited... fake news...

Rockwell: I don't know, I think it made Zybala's point really well. We'll see if Mr. Thomas has a response next week, as these two rivals build towards what apparently will be their final match!

Singles Match
Anderson Haze (3-4) vs. Gus DuBray (0-1)

Minos: The next contest... is scheduled for one fall... entering the arena... standing 6'0" and weighing 205 lbs... from Seattle, Washington... here is Gus "The Departed" DuBray!!!

You won't bury me. You won't bury me.
I am free, I will be, I vow.
I'm not dead and gone, I will carry on,
With no fear, I am here, I am now.
I'm not going down, six feet underground

*'Six Feet Under' from Like A Storm brings out Gus DuBray into the arena with smoke behind him. He gets on his knees and he gets up and throws his hood back to the crowd. He goes to the ring and he goes up on the turnbuckle to look at the crowd that hates him.*

Rockwell: DuBray, unfortunately, took the loss in his first match here in the GCWA at Blood on the Battlefield, but he put up a strong fight, and is back tonight to continue to compete!

Hood: Guy's getting up there in the 'creepy factor', isn't he? Doing promos in the dark... what if Zybala was there?

Rockwell: Forget about Zybala, Hood, you're probably done with him for the night...

Hood: Probably???

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'9" and weighing 220 lbs... from Boston, Massachusetts... here is Anderson Haze!!!

*The lights go out for the first part of "Ventus" by Garik Wheeler. Then the electric guitar starts, a bright flash of white light happens then goes to red.*

*Haze walks out with a black t-shirt that says, "Get Hazed!" on his chest. He stands around and looks at the crowd with a grin on his face and charges to the ring.*

*He slides in and runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle and puts up the peace sign to the crowd. He makes eye contact with the crowd and talks to a few people then throws his shirt to a fan. Jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns around and walks back and forth waiting for his opponent.*

Rockwell: Haze is planning to rise from the ashes like a phoenix, starting tonight.

Hood: I will say, the kid is showing improvement.

Rockwell: He's also been guaranteed a title shot against the Outsiders United X Division Champion, Aaron Warthog, after throwing him out during the Battle Royal!

Hood: It's an Outsiders title, so not worth much, but better any gold than none, right?

Rockwell: I'd argue that the greatness of a title is based more on the champion than the belt...

Hood: It's Warthog.

Rockwell: Right.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: And here we go! Which wrestler sets themselves up for greater things?

Hood: Hell, this could almost be a Television Title #1 Contenders match as well, considering how often that belt will be getting defended!

*DuBray tries to start quickly, running at Haze at the sound of the bell. He leaps, but Haze manages to get out of the corner in time, with DuBray catching himself on the turnbuckle. He springs back off, flipping backwards with a moonsault splash, but Haze avoids him again, with DuBray landing on his feet. Haze then spins, running at DuBray with an attempt at a spear! DuBray leapfrogs over him, avoiding the hit! Haze stops his momentum with a roll and gets back to his feet. He comes back in, with DuBray trying a quick kick, only for Haze to catch the leg. He flips DuBray over backwards, but Dubray does a complete flip and lands on his feet once more! He leaps into a dropkick, but Haze ducks down under it, avoiding the strike! DuBray hits the mat, doing a quick kip up to his feet, but Haze is right there with a hard kick to the side, followed by latching onto DuBray and pulling him back into a small package! 1... 2... but DuBray reverses it! 1... 2... Haze reverses back! 1... 2... DuBray gets free! Both wrestlers jump up, facing off, as the fans give them some applause for the quick start to this one.*

Hood: Finally, a competitive match tonight!

Rockwell: You can tell that DuBray and Haze both are locked in, wanting to show the world that they deserve to move up the ladder!

Hood: They'd better not be afraid of heights!

*The two wrestlers circle around each other, then lock up again. This time Haze gets the upper hand with a headlock, holding onto DuBray as tightly as he can. DuBray struggles for a moment, then pushes Haze off into the ropes. As Haze returns, DuBray goes for a shoulder block, but Haze is too strong, knocking DuBray backwards instead! DuBray, surprised, goes to the ropes and comes back again, ducking under a Haze clothesline. Haze turns to meet DuBray, with DuBray soaring up with a crossbody! They fall backwards, but Haze keeps rolling, landing on top and holding DuBray down! The ref is there... 1... 2... and DuBray kicks out! Both wrestlers work back up, with Haze catching hold of DuBray and punching upwards with an uppercut, knocking him into the ropes. But DuBray comes right back with a shotgun dropkick, putting Haze down! DuBray rolls to his side, working to clear his head after that fierce uppercut. He gets up, seeing Haze doing the same. The two men rush each other... and both hit a clothesline, causing both to crash to the mat!!*

Hood: What a collision! We might need a dentist to check some fillings after this one...

Rockwell: So far, neither man has gotten the upper hand for long.

Hood: This could be one of those matches where it's dead even until the last minute... which, fuck, is so much more entertaining!

*DuBray sits up first, rubbing his chest where the clothesline landed. He struggles up to his feet, seeing Haze starting to do the same. He sees the nearby turnbuckle and starts to go up, positioning himself. As Haze turns towards him, DuBray lands a punch, then grabs Haze by the head, wanting a Diamond Dust! He starts to leap off, but Haze pushes him away, causing DuBray to barely land on his feet before dropping to a knee. DuBray, a little frustrated now, stands up and tries a side kick, but Haze knocks it away, spinning into his own super kick!! DuBray blocks it with his hands, stumbling backwards. Haze presses his advantage, coming in with a few lefts and rights to move DuBray back into the corner, trying to slow down the high flyer. The referee stays close, warning Haze about staying in the corner too long, with Haze turning to look at him. When Haze looks back, DuBray snaps his hand forward, raking Haze across the eyes!! Haze stumbles away, blinded, as DuBray quickly goes up the turnbuckle and leaps, landing a flying bulldog!! He covers Haze up... 1... 2... Haze kicks out!*

Hood: That's the way to do it, DuBray!

Rockwell: We have this amazing contest going on, why sully it by going to the eyes?

Hood: Sully? Really?

Rockwell: It's a good word to use...

Hood: All that should matter to DuBray is getting the "W". Do whatever you have to do!

*Haze works to get up, but DuBray is already to the ropes, using them to leap backwards with a springboard back splash!! He throws his body into Haze, knocking him down to the mat. DuBray then turns and goes back to the ropes, stepping out onto the apron. He sets himself, ready to spring in, as Haze struggles back to his feet. DuBray leaps up on the top rope again, flying in with a splash... and Haze turns and catches him on the way down with a cutter!!! DuBray's down, as Haze has to recover himself before he can finally roll over to make the pin... 1... 2... and DuBray kicks out! Haze immediately gets on top of DuBray, landing some sharp punches, before applying a reverse chin lock to keep him down. He works over DuBray's head, looking angry about the eye rake. DuBray fights against the hold, with both men slowly getting to their feet. DuBray fights free with a few elbows, then runs to the ropes, coming back... right into a big boot to the head out of nowhere!! DuBray falls away to the mat, as Haze re-balances himself. He rushes in, grabbing hold of DuBray and lifting him up for the Haze Effect (Attitude Adjustment)!!! But DuBray fights free, landing behind Haze and rolling him up!! 1... 2... Haze kicks out!!*

Rockwell: Right when Haze had it, DuBray almost snuck it away!

Hood: You can't deny that this DuBray has some serious speed!

Rockwell: Why would I deny it?

Hood: You wouldn't...

Rockwell: But you said I can't deny...

Hood: Shut up and just watch the match, Adrian!

*DuBray lands an arm drag to put Haze back on the canvas, then turns and runs to the turnbuckle. As Haze gets back up, DuBray leaps, catching him with a front flip stunner!!! Haze is down, stunned, as DuBray pulls himself back together. He turns back to the ropes, looking to end it. With Haze in the perfect position, DuBray climbs up, getting to the top. He sets himself for Cremation (Red Arrow) and leaps, flying through the air... and hitting nothing but canvas, as Haze got out of the way!! DuBray bounces away, hurting, but tries to recover quickly. He jumps up and tries a quick kick at Haze, but Haze lashes out with his own superkick, finally connecting enough to knock DuBray down!! Haze then staggers over to him, picking DuBray up off the mat and lifting him onto his shoulders. DuBray fights to get free once again, but this time Haze has a solid grip and doesn't waste time, taking him over with The Haze Effect!!! DuBray hits hard, all the air knocked out of his body, as Haze turns and makes the cover, grabbing at the legs while the referee makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Anderson Haze!!!

Rockwell: An exciting victory for Haze in a very competitive match!

Hood: Yeah, I've been so bored tonight. That was great!

Rockwell: DuBray gave it a strong run, but Haze was just too good this week. I'd love to see these guys face off again in the near future.

*Haze gets his arm raised, victorious. He looks over at the downed DuBray, who's still trying to refocus. Haze acknowledges him and turns, leaving the ring. We head off from ringside.*

*We go back to the co-owners' suite, where Jonathan Barrows is pacing back and forth. A security guard walks in, mic in hand.*

Security Guard: Sir?

Jonathan Barrows: About time! What's the update?

Security Guard: Update? Sir? There's... nothing to report.

Jonathan Barrows: Nothing? I thought for sure... you're certain that Tony Savage hasn't tried to get in anywhere?

Security Guard: No one's seen him. We have his picture all over the arena, and he's fairly recognizable. I have to say, sir, you've been really keeping my men busy...

*Jonathan leans on his desk, looking concerned.*

Jonathan Barrows: Why wouldn't he try... is he just toying with me, taking his time? The bastard...

*The security guard looks a little worried for his boss, wondering if the pressure is getting to him. Suddenly, though, Jonathan is laughing to himself.*

Security Guard: Are you alright, sir?

Jonathan Barrows: I forgot... I simply forgot... I have all the power over him still, don't I?

Security Guard: I don't understand...

Jonathan Barrows: Nor should you. Thank you, that will be all.

*Jonathan waves him to the door, basically dismissing him as he goes back to his desk. The security guard still looks unsure, but he follows orders. Jonathan sits at his desk, pulling up his laptop.*

Jonathan Barrows: Tony Savage might think he can just wait me out, to attack whenever he thinks my guard is down. But I still have the authority, as Savage reminded me, to book any match I wanted. So Enforcer wants a Tag Titles match? Who am I to deny one of our rising stars? You're booked, Savage, you and Vega... and if you don't show up, you lose your belts...

*Jonathan laughs again. He's looking a little more unstable, that's for sure, thanks to his brother having been attacked by a commando squad.*

Jonathan Barrows: I've got you now, Savage...

*The picture slowly fades to commercial.*

*We go backstage as we see PerZag in his locker room nursing the effects of the chair shots he got from earlier on in the night. He sits in the corner of the room, an ice pack on his head as the door to the locker room opens up. Rhiannon Clarkson walks in with a smile on her face.*

Rhiannon Clarkson: How are you feeling?

PerZag: I'm good, so what did he say?

*PerZag gets to his feet and walks over to Rhiannon, dropping the ice pack and leaving it in the corner.*

Rhiannon Clarkson: Well, you have your match with Wrath of the Storm, but it's on one condition.

PerZag: What's the condition?

Rhiannon Clarkson: It's not a handicap match like you wanted. It's a tag match. With The Lost Soul as your partner.

*PerZag looks at Rhiannon for a couple of moments before rolling his eyes and scratching his head.*

PerZag: Alright, I can deal with that. He did technically help me out there, so I'll give him a chance. If he tries to catch me off guard, I'll be ready.

Rhiannon Clarkson: How about I make you feel better?

*Rhiannon moves closer to PerZag, kissing him on the lips, she pulls back staring into his eyes.*

Rhiannon Clarkson: You know I love you, right?

*PerZag nods his head.*

PerZag: Yeah, I do. You know that I want to bang other women too, right?

*PerZag looks at Rhiannon with a smile on his face, her smile disappears as she slaps him across the face. PerZag reaches up at his cheek as Rhiannon turns around, her smile back across her face.*

Rhiannon Clarkson: I know, but that is never going to happen.

*Rhiannon shuts the door to the locker room as we cut back to Rockwell and Hood on commentary.*

Rockwell: So we have a Tag Team match scheduled for next week as Wrath of the Storm takes on PerZag and The Lost Soul. What an odd match that is going to be?

Hood: .....................

Rockwell: Hood.......... Hood......... are you listening?

Hood: ..................

Rockwell: HOOD!

Hood: WHAT?

Rockwell: I was talking to you.

Hood: Oh sorry, I was just thinking about how cool a threesome with Rhiannon Clarkson and Britney Anders would be.

Rockwell: *rolling his eyes* Well, next week we have an interesting match coming to you all. Let's continue with the show, which is currently ongoing...

Hood: What the hell are we watching again?

Rockwell: Some independent wrestlers... guess we're giving them the commercial breaks?

Hood: So shouldn't they be done??

*The audience is restless. Crooked Bob Foster and Jamoke are locked up in the wrestling ring doing battle at intermission. Just before the main show returns, the fans have got their chance to get more snacks and a refill on beer, excited to get on with the rest of the show. Foster has Jamoke in the corner feeding him stiff rights, when all of a sudden, the lights dim and the opening chords of Rush's "Working Man" controls the sound system.*

Well, I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin'
Yes, I'm workin' all the time

It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the workin' man

They call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am

'Cause I get home at five o'clock
And I take myself out an ice cold beer
Always seem to be wonderin'
Why there's nothin' goin' down here

*The crowd whirls with excitement, not knowing what's going on, every one stares toward the ramp. Foster and Jamoke slowly stop battling, they too are interested in who is coming to the ring. Suddenly, a figure appears at the top of the ramp, head down, with the American Flag draped over their shoulders, covering their head. The man makes a slow jaunt to the ring as Rush jams on.*

Rockwell: What is going on? Who is this? I don't have this on my docket.

Hood: Who cares! If I had to watch one more minute of Bob Foster and Jamoke, I may just end up killing you... or myself!

*As the figure stands at ring side, he slowly stands up, dropping old glory onto the ground. The crowd ERUPTS into total madness.*

Rockwell: Oh my gawd!

Hood: The living legend lives!!!

Rockwell: This should be interesting.

Hood: Chad F'N Vargas in the hizzy!

*Vargas is such an asshole, the crowd doesn't even care. It's been so long since GCWA has been graced with actual talent that he receives a huge ovation. Vargas shoots the crowd a dirty look as he hops into the ring. Bob Foster reaches his hand out as if to say "Nice'a meetcha!". Instead, out of NOWHERE Vargas throws a haymaker knocking Foster clean out of his boots. Jamoke makes a run at him, but as he gets a couple inches away, he decides better of it and fucks off over the second rope and runs back up the ramp like a bitch. Vargas steps over the completely knocked out Foster and scans the area for a microphone. He's clearly heard shouting at the camera crew.*

Vargas: Give me a fuckin' mic!

*One of the crew guys tosses a microphone up to Vargas. The crowd dies down slightly as he raises the microphone to his lips and begins to speak GOSPEL.*

Vargas: No stay home, save lives bullshit from me! All you pussies out there actually thinking there's some bad guy out there going to kill us all. What a bunch of wimps. Grow a set of balls, already! Each and every one of you are tired of the shitty wrestling you're watching in GCWA today. I know it, you know it, and we all know it. Fear not though, for the one true SAVIOUR of Professional Wrestling IS making his triumphant return! None of you fags in the back are safe!

*Vargas throws down the mic and turns to leave. He stops for a second, though, seeing Foster still in the ring. He leans over him, helping him up... and then delivers the Stroke!!! The crowd pops as Vargas rolls out of the ring, making his way out of the building.*

Rockwell: Looks like Chad Vargas is back!

Hood: He already got a big win in the Manifest Destiny 2 Tournament, and now he's coming to take down everyone in the GCWA!

Rockwell: It's an exciting time to be here, Hood! We've got one more break, and then it'll be time for our main event!

*The camera zooms in on the unconscious Bob Foster, giving him his last likely exposure on GCWA Television, before we fade out.*

*"Vagabond" by the Greenskeepers blares over the arena. The crowd gives a mixed response as Mack O'Connor steps out on the stage wearing his standard jeans, black shirt, and leather jacket. The GCWA hangs over his shoulder. He makes his way down to the ring, glancing around the arena at the fans. He slides into the ring, stands up, and calls for a microphone. Someone ringside tosses one into the ring. Mack catches it, and puts it to his mouth. He waits for the crowd to quiet down before speaking.*

Mack: Don't got much to say, but I do have a little bit.

*He glances around the quiet audience again, as if he's simply trying to find the right words. He then raises the microphone to his mouth with confidence.*

Mack: All I have to say is this... This past Sunday, I once again proved why I have this belt over my shoulder. I came into this organization with one thing in mind: This championship. I beat Duce Jones for the opportunity. Then I beat Houston, stripping this belt from his waist. Then this past Sunday, I stepped into the ring with three of the greatest GCWA has to offer. And I stepped out of that ring still the GCWA champion.

*The crowd gives him a cheap pop.*

Mack: I'm sure there are those who will be prone to cry and give excuses. They'll be quick to point the finger and try to de-legitimize my win. But at the end of the day, I'm still the champion. I'm still the one fighting with this belt on my shoulder.

*Mack smiles, looking up the ramp towards the backstage area.*

Mack: And I'll be ready for whichever one of you chumps back there are next in line. If its Savage's punk ass, the Lost Soul, Dr. Baad, or whoever else thinks they have what it takes. I'm here, and I'll be waiting. Whoever wants it can come and get it.

*Mack hands the microphone through the ropes to a production assistant before leaving the ring and heading back up the ramp.*

Rockwell: The champ sounds extremely confident!

Hood: I like Mack, but I really wish PerZag was the World Champion...

Rockwell: Well, he may get another shot down the line, Hood, but with Deana searching for #1 contenders, you can bet it's going to be someone different! But O'Connor will be ready no matter who it is!

Hood: Maybe Dylan? Or Dave? I can hope, right?

Rockwell: It's time for our main event! Let's go to the ring!

GCWA Television Title Match
Ryot(c) (7-4) vs. Tony The Spider (4-2)

Minos: It is now time... for our main event... of the evening... which will be for the GCWA Television Title!

*The Dallas crowd seems pretty excited. It's unlikely any of them were expecting a title match on the show following a Pay-Per-View.*

Minos: First, the challenger... standing 5'6" and weighing 190 lbs... from Smalltown, USA... here is Tony The Spider!!!

*"The Itsy Bitsy Spider" by the Boogers plays, and Tony The Spider makes his way to the ring to a chorus of cheers.*

Rockwell: Tony The Spider apparently had some interesting dreams this week, dealing with talking animals and trying to escape an island.

Hood: And a talking shark. He should have tried telling him fish are friends, not food.

Rockwell: What good would that have done Tony The Spider?

Hood: It would have been... funny?

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'11" and weighing 189 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... he is the GCWA Television Champion... "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. The Television Champion is wrapped around his waist. He stands to look around for a second and proceeds to point two finger guns towards the ring before marching down. He locks eyes with some fans in the crowd but he pays no mind to them.*

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

Rockwell: Ryot proved himself a champion with his victory at Blood on the Battlefield. Tonight, he defends it for the first time...

Hood: Which really sucks, if you ask me. Having to defend the belt so quickly.

Rockwell: He's the Television Champion, Hood! The belt should be defended on TV!

Hood: Yeah, but they could have waited a week! I hope he exterminates the Spider like he plans and gets some time off!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: The title's up for grabs once again!

Hood: Looking forward to seeing a pinfall decide it this week... or, maybe, you think Ryot can make Tony tap out?

Rockwell: Anything's possible...

*Ryot hands off the Television Title, promising it he'll be back for it soon. The referee hands it off to the outside as Ryot turns back to Tony The Spider, smiling at him. He waves him forward, wanting to get this over with. Tony The Spider laughs towards him, pointing. Ryot, annoyed, walks closer, wanting to know what Tony is laughing about this time. He gets close, with Tony looking up at him... and poking him in the eye!! Ryot grabs his injured orb, covering it, as Tony laughs again. He then kicks Ryot in the shin, and does it again, and a third time! Ryot's hopping backwards, holding his shin in one hand while protecting his hurting eye with the other. But Tony follows after him, chopping him across the chest! He throws in a second chop, shaking his hand out afterwards, as Ryot stumbles backwards. He opts to roll out of the ring, trying to catch his breath and get things back on track, as Tony The Spider rubs his hands together to get the blood circulating.*

Rockwell: Tony The Spider showing his karate skills that helped him win a tournament in the ninth grade!

Hood: Didn't he win because the other guy didn't show up?

Rockwell: I thought you'd be the first one to tell me that it doesn't matter, since he got the win...

Hood: Yeah, you're right. I just have trouble thinking of Tony the Spider as a... winner...

*Ryot seems to have gotten himself back together, looking annoyed at Tony The Spider, who's still laughing in the ring. Ryot looks towards the announce table, where his TV Title is currently sitting. Tony leans over the ropes, wanting the champion to come back in before he gets counted out, as the referee is already at 5. Ryot, though, suddenly reaches through and grabs Tony's legs, dropping him backwards to the mat and dragging him outside!! Before Tony can recover, Ryot smashes him with a couple of stiff kicks, knocking him to his knees! Ryot then throws in a running V Trigger, snapping Tony's head backwards!! With Tony stunned, Ryot rolls into the ring, then immediately comes back out, restarting the count. He stays on the apron, watching Tony get up before he runs forward and leaps, hitting a flying knee strike off the apron!! Tony crumples to the ground, hurting, as Ryot dusts himself off and turns, heading back into the ring. He waits patiently for the referee to keep counting, not bothering to go get Tony. The referee, knowing his duty, continues to count, as some of the crowd look unhappy.*

Rockwell: Ryot seems content to have a countout victory...

Hood: You said it yourself, Adrian, any win counts! The goal is to keep the title, and Ryot has the champion's advantage tonight!

Rockwell: True, he has to be pinned or submitted to lose the gold, but it doesn't mean he should just let Tony be counted out...

Hood: Sadly, I don't think that's going to be a problem...

*The referee has reached a count of 8, but Tony The Spider has managed to pull himself back up, using the apron. He pulls himself through the ropes, stopping the count in time, even if he's just barely in the ring. Seeing this, Ryot moves in, pulling Tony The Spider up and taking him over with a bridging German suplex! He holds on, as the referee slides in... 1... 2... and Tony kicks out in time! Ryot gets up, immediately pulling Tony with him. He's wanting to wipe his hands of Tony once and for all. He shoots Tony into the ropes, then gives him a Kitchen Sink knee, flipping him over to the canvas! As Tony tries to stand, Ryot takes him back down, applying a Fujiwara armbar submission!! The referee watches to see if there's going to be a tap out, as Tony squeals at the pain he's under. Ryot wrenches the arm further, trying to take it off at the shoulder, but somehow, Tony doesn't submit. He's mumbling under his breath, saying one word over and over as he fights against the pain.*

Hood: What's he saying?

Rockwell: I think... I think he's saying "Momma"...

Hood: Oh, man, he's crying for his mommy! That should be a submission right there!

Rockwell: I don't think he's giving up, I think he's trying to find a way to gain strength...

*Seeing that he's not going to finish things with the submission, Ryot reluctantly releases the hold, pushing himself upwards. Tony The Spider stays down, cradling his arm. Ryot backs away, letting the ref get in there and check on Tony's condition. He waits to the side, waiting, as Tony nods to the ref that he wants to still continue. He pulls himself up slightly, getting up on one knee. Seeing this, Ryot hits the ropes and runs back... going for RYOT Time (Shining Wizard)!!! Tony, still in pain, suddenly loses his balance as he tries to rise, falling forward. Ryot, thrown off, trips over Tony, flipping over him and landing on his back! He lays there, his hair splayed out, stunned from the change. As Ryot starts to get up, Tony is back up as well, still keeping one arm tucked at his side. He comes forward, though, shoving Ryot into the ropes and tying him up in the Spider's Web!!! Ryot struggles to get free, even as Tony lets lose a weak laugh in Ryot's face before slapping him with his uninjured arm!! Ryot angrily fights to get free, while Tony rears back to slap again!*

Rockwell: The Spider Web! One of the most unique moves in the GCWA!

Hood: And extremely illegal! Get him off the ropes, ref, or disqualify him!

*The referee moves forward, ordering Tony the Spider to step backwards. Tony agrees, moving away... while digging into his fanny pack. The ref doesn't see it, as he's busy freeing Ryot from the ropes. Tony hides his fist, likely holding a pair of brass knuckles, as he waits for Ryot to get around the referee. He swings, no, Ryot blocks the Kiss of the Spider, knocking his arm away. Something goes flying to the side as well, although the ref never sees it. Ryot then starts lashing out with strike and kick combinations, taking it to Tony! The champion angrily gets a leg sweep, knocking Tony onto his back! Ryot then goes to the ropes and rushes back, wanting RYOT Time once again! But Tony is already sliding out of the ring, getting out of range! Ryot doesn't hesitate, hopping out onto the apron and running, jumping off with a diving meteora into Tony's chest!! The two wrestlers are down outside, with Ryot pulling himself up. He looks down at the crawling Tony and shakes his head, before pulling him up and launching him back inside the ring. Ryot follows, immediately jumping at Tony with a big boot that knocks him down! Ryot covers, angry that the ref isn't there right away... 1... 2... No! Tony kicks out!*

Hood: What was the ref doing, taking a smoke break?

Rockwell: He was there within a second or two!

Hood: No, it was more like 5 minutes, Adrian... he was on break!

Rockwell: See it however you want, Hood...

*Tony The Spider is still laying on the ground as Ryot argues with the referee, apparently also thinking he should have been moving faster. He turns back to Tony, stepping over him and going for his legs. He's apparently decided to go back to working on making Tony submit. But Tony reaches up from behind, grabbing the back of Ryot's trunks and yanking him down! He holds on tightly, trying to keep him there by sheer force, as the referee slides in... 1... 2... and the ref stops counting! He gets up, even as Tony loses his grip, falling to the side. Tony looks at the ref in complete puzzlement, but the ref points out that he could easily see Tony grabbing the trunks, which is illegal. Tony disagrees, saying it's perfectly legal, and starts to explain where he learned that, but Ryot then grabs Tony from behind and snaps him over with a crucifix pin!! The ref drops... 1... 2... and Tony barely escapes!! Both men jump up, with Ryot getting a kick and a spike DDT to put Tony back down! Another cover... 1... 2... 3, NO! Tony's somehow still alert enough to raise a shoulder!*

Rockwell: I don't know how Tony got out of that one...

Hood: That damn head of his is too hard!

Rockwell: Maybe so, Hood, but the rest of him is pretty soft...

Hood: I could make a sexual joke there... but it's Tony, so I'm not going to... because that would be gross...

Rockwell: Thank you for your restraint...

*As Ryot brings Tony The Spider up once more, Tony suddenly comes alive, throwing a bunch of Spider Bites at him!! Ryot backs off, defending himself, while Tony tries to keep it up in spite of the pain he's feeling in his fists. The effects just aren't strong enough, as Ryot whips into a roundhouse kick, taking Tony down!! Ryot wipes his face, looking more annoyed than anything from the Spider Bites. He watches with a small smile as Tony starts crawling away, heading for the corner. Ryot follows, showing no interest in hurrying. He waits for Tony to reach the corner, reaching through towards the turnbuckle, then jumps up and lands a double stomp into his spine!! Tony shudders on the mat, even as Ryot sets up to do it again. The ref moves in, warning about Tony's arm being on the ropes. Ryot doesn't care, moving in front of the referee for more damage. He hauls Tony up... then falls backwards, crashing to the ground!!!! The referee gets hit as well, falling to the side, but he doesn't look to be too hurt. He looks back, completely confused, seeing Tony fidgeting with his fanny pack. Tony then crawls over, making the cover, with the ref leaning over to them... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!*

Hood: What the... what the fuck just happened??

Rockwell: I think we have a new champion!

Hood: But how...

Minos: Here is your winner... and the NEW GCWA Television Champion... Tony The Spider!!!

*The crowd is stunned for a few seconds, but finally reacts, giving a cheer for Tony The Spider as he sits up wearily, looking around almost in disbelief. The referee brings him the Television Title, with Tony cradling it as he falls back to the mat.*

Rockwell: Tony The Spider is the new GCWA TV Champ!

Hood: Impossible... unless... what was he doing, crawling to that corner? Is that... is that where those brass knuckles landed???

Rockwell: I don't know, Hood, but it's certainly possible. It would definitely explain why Ryot suddenly went down...

Hood: Then he cheated!!! The ref can't let this stand!!!

Rockwell: I don't know what can be done, Hood! He never saw it... hell, WE never saw it!

Hood: But it's the only explanation that makes sense! He's a cheater!!

*The fans are still a little split, but many of them really appreciate seeing someone like Tony The Spider holding the championship. He pulls himself up on the ropes, looking shaky still. Behind him, Ryot is recovering, his jaw killing him. He looks angrily at Tony The Spider as he pulls himself up, going over and spinning him around. He gets in Tony's face, angrily pointing at the fanny pack, with Tony just laughing as he holds the championship up. Ryot looks ready to continue fighting again... as someone slides in behind Tony! Sensing a change, Tony starts to turn, but it's too late, as Rogue Daniels spins into Lights Out, kicking Tony square in the head!!!*

Rockwell: Geez! What a kick!

Hood: That Spider ain't going up the water spout now for sure!

Rockwell: What the hell is Rogue Daniels doing out here? He had an amazing debut at Blood on the Battlefield, but he has nothing invested here!

Hood: Is he the 'friend' Ryot kept referring to??

*Daniels pulls the semiconscious Tony upwards, holding him up and yelling for Ryot to do his thing. Ryot nods, still pissed off. He comes forward, scoring RYOT Time!!!! Tony is out, flat on his back, as Ryot and Daniels stand over him. The crowd doesn't seem happy, but the cheers increase as we see Jack Puffer come running out of the back!! The Good Detective races to the ring, with Daniels & Ryot both deciding to slide out while they still have the upper hand.*

Hood: Why the hell is Puffer here?

Rockwell: He's looking out for his Mustard Factory members!

Hood: Well, he should have gotten here faster!

Rockwell: We're out of time, people! See you next week!

*Puffer leans over Tony the Spider, checking on his condition. Daniels & Ryot are walking away, with Ryot not looking satisfied with just having landed one RYOT Time. We slowly fade out.*

OOC: A shorter show is in the books! Thank goodness! I did NOT expect to be On-Call for the second half of the week (it was a surprise switch), which really threw my timing off. Really glad today was slow *lol*. Also glad many of you sent in segments, as that helped to fill a lot of space. Looking forward to a more balanced attack next week, as we continue to build towards June!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Sunday, May 15th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Mike Zybala vs. Xtreme

John E Depth vs. Ed Houston

PerZag & The Lost Soul vs. Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning)

Lucas Thames vs. Chad Vargas

Aaron Warthog(c) vs. Anderson Haze, Outsiders United X Division Title match

The Big Bifford vs. Crash Rodriguez

Tony Savage & Brady Vega(c) vs. Justice Orton-Cross & Enforcer, GCWA World Tag-Team Titles match

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, May 8th to Wednesday, May 13th, giving you 6 days to post one roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count. You may only post one roleplay per day for the title matches.

Good luck to all!