Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*We are now on Day 1,125,262 of the Pandemic. That's probably an exaggeration, but I'm too lazy to look at an actual calendar to figure out the correct number of days. The country has continued to reopen, with every state in the USA starting to bring things back to the 'new normal'. Let's face it, things are never going to be the same, but maybe getting things going in that direction will be helpful. Of course, the number of cases and deaths in my state are increasing, but hey, maybe that's just because of all the testing, right? Fingers crossed that things are actually getting better. At least the "new normal" also contains the "old GCWA", so let's get another Inferno rolling, shall we?*

*Instead of the usual open, we find ourselves in a pre-recorded scene as soon as the commercials end. It's about three in the afternoon and still plenty of time before Inferno goes on the air. The camera cuts to inside a Dallas, Texas hotel room where Bill, Lord Allton's support worker is helping him get into a suit ready for the show. Having just had a shower, Bill wraps a towel round Allton's waist when there is a knock at the door.*

Allton: Just a minute!

*Bill helps Allton into his suit trousers and shirt when the knocking continues.*

Allton: I SAID JUST A MINUTE!

*The knocking continues once more when Allton has enough.*

Allton: Bill, get that would you?

*Bill nods, heading to the door. Upon opening it, he finds Tank and Vincenzo Larossia standing there. Allton looks over at the door.*

Allton: Ah, boys... come on in.

*Bill intimidated, sheepishly lets the two bodyguards in but stays out of their way. Vincenzo and Tank walk over to Allton and Vincenzo goes to sit on the hotel bed.*

Allton: Up.

*Vincenzo immediately stands up.*

Allton: Now what the fuck is with all the knocking Vinnie? I'm trying to get fucking dressed here!

Vincenzo: Sorry boss but... I just wanted to discuss tonight. Well, we both did. Right, Tank?

*Tank folds his arms, nodding his head.*

Pennywise: **Hehehe**

Allton: **Penny?**

Pennywise: **Look in the mirror!**

Vincenzo: Boss?

*Ignoring Vincenzo, Allton turns his attention to the hotel room mirror. Lord Allton is sure that he can see Pennywise The Dancing Clown looking back at him, with his usual creepy, sinister smile. Vincenzo and Tank look on confused, with them both trying to see what Allton is looking at in the mirror but obviously being unable to.*

Vincenzo: ...Er Boss?

*Allton contorts his mouth into a twisted, evil grin matching the clown.*

Allton: ...Billy boy?

*Allton pauses for a few seconds for effect, as Bill walks over.*

Allton: Costume change... It's time for a certain... someone to come out and play. Boys... come back in a little while.

*Tank and Vincenzo leave and the camera focuses on Allton smiling once again as Bill appears with Allton's Pennywise costume and face paint.*

*The camera fades.*

*We fade in once again joining Tank and Vincenzo about an hour later, knocking once again on Allton's hotel door. From inside the room we hear Allton telling them to enter when Tank knocks the door. The camera follows the bodyguards through and they step back revealing to the camera PennyLord!*

Vincenzo: Boss?!

PennyLord: Oh Vincenzo... I'm so much more than Lord Allton now. I am.... PennyLord! Hehehe Peter Vaughn isn't going to know what hit him. Come on! Hehehehehehehehehe... Billy! Watch the house!

*We see 'PennyLord' and his two bodyguards leave the hotel room with Vincenzo looking at 'PennyLord' like he's tapped in the head. Tank and Vincenzo shake their heads unanimously but still follow their boss out of the room and down the corridor. He's paying them, so... they roll with it.*

*The camera fades to black.*

*After a few seconds, clips begin to roll from the previous few weeks of the GCWA. We first see Tony Savage during his invasion of Blood on the Battlefield V.*

Jonathan Barrows: The wars the Global Championship Wrestling Association have seen have been brutal.

*The clip jumps to last week, where we see Tony Savage fighting off mercenaries while trying to get to Jonathan Barrows, only to get tasered and carried out. The footage then shows Enforcer & Justice Orton-Cross winning the Tag-Team Titles from Brady Vega in an unplanned Handicap match.*

Jonathan Barrows: But to the victor... goes the spoils...

*A clearer view shows Enforcer & Justice raising the Tag-Team Titles up, smiling after ending a long-running reign.*

Jonathan Barrows: Those who don't learn from history... are doomed to repeat it...

*Quick cuts of The Big Bifford, Ed Houston, Mack O'Connor, and more are shown.*

Jonathan Barrows: Welcome to the New Era...

*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 audience looks almost back to its old size, after months of isolation. While things aren't the same judging by the amount of face masks being worn, the fans have still come back out for their favorite wrestling show. We cut around the audience, admiring some of the art that's been done on face masks, before going down to Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: Hello, everyone, and welcome to Friday Night Inferno!

Hood: The only sports organization that didn't fucking throw in the towel during the pandemic!

Rockwell: Well, I mean... other wrestling organizations have kept going as well...

Hood: I don't count them.

Rockwell: No, you wouldn't. Tonight, folks, we've got a great match for the Television Title, as Tony the Spider defends his belt for the first time, taking on Violent!

Hood: Tony is so dead.

Rockwell: We've also got the continuing series between The Big Bifford and Crash Rodriguez, and an excellent main event between two of the top tag-teams in the world today: The A-List and Future Shock!

Hood: The A-List rules!

Rockwell: It's going to be an eventful night, so let's get into the action!

Singles Match
Gus DuBray (0-2) vs. Aaron Warthog (3-14)

Minos: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first...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: There were high hopes for Gus DuBray when he made his debut at Blood on the Battlefield V, but so far we haven't seen him hit the strides one would expect.

Hood: Yeah, he's been damn quiet. Too bad, I always pull for the young ones to tear down the old.

Rockwell: Dangerous talk for an announcer who's been in the game how many decades?

Hood: They'll never remove me. I plan to die in this chair, where I'll STILL be a better announcer than Jones!

Minos: His opponent... 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 doesn't appear to be taking the loss of his Outsiders Title very well.

Hood: He looked pretty pissed off, and definitely scary with a chainsaw in his hands. Think he should think about another gimmick?

Rockwell: I don't want to see Warthog in a lumberjack's outfit, thank you very much...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So let's see what DuBray can bring to the table in this bout!

Hood: I mean, it's Warthog, so he should do pretty well, right?

*Warthog is leaning out over the ropes, looking annoyed at one particular fan who's holding up an Outsiders sign. It appears to have a picture of Lord Allton on it. Warthog looks ready to lose it, but he pulls it back together, turning back to look at DuBray, who still hasn't moved. Warthog comes towards the center of the ring, ready to fight. He just wants to destroy someone at this point. DuBray, though, stays in the corner, his head down, not even looking at Warthog. The big man angrily yells over to him to come towards him, but DuBray doesn't react. Warthog glares at the referee, telling him to do his job, but the ref quickly explains that he can't exactly make someone get into the match. DuBray finally looks up, staring at Warthog, who matches the stare, wanting him to lock up with him. DuBray shakes his head, then raises one hand, signalling for Warthog to come to him. He puts both arms up over the ropes, closing his eyes once again.*

Hood: What the hell kind of strategy is this?

Rockwell: I think he's daring Warthog to charge him!

Hood: Oh, I get it, and then he'll move, and Warthog will hit the post! Classic!

*Warthog looks around at the crowd, wondering if he should do it. He rubs at his head, debating on this as if he's Charlie Brown and DuBray is Lucy holding a football. After a few moments, Warthog decides what the hell and charges forward, going for the Stampede!!! DuBray keeps his eyes closed, not looking at Warthog comes in... and ploughs into it, hitting the Stampede spear perfectly!!! DuBray crumples on the ropes, only staying up because of how he's wrapped up in them. Warthog takes a few steps back, raising his hands up, proud of himself for hitting the move. He looks back at DuBray, waiting for him to fall, but DuBray is still hanging on with one arm... and calling for him to come one more time!! Warthog, a little confused, opts to go for it, rushing in... and hitting a second Stampede!!!! This time DuBray falls out of the corner, landing on the mat, as Warthog laughs above him.*

Rockwell: He didn't move, Hood. Either time.

Hood: Fuck, that was just... ouch!

Rockwell: I don't think DuBray is going to be getting up.

*The referee waits for Warthog to make the cover, but the big man seems to think it hasn't been enough yet. If he's going to get a victory like this, he's going to milk it for all it's worth! He slowly drags DuBray off the canvas, lifting the smaller man up easily in his arms. DuBray isn't even fighting back, something that Warthog certainly appreciates. He takes a few steps with the man, moving around the ring with him to show his strength. Warthog then hops forward and drops, landing Aggression (Falling Powerslam)!!! DuBray is crushed underneath, with Warthog landing heavily on top of him, pressing his bulk down into the man. The ref comes in, ready to finally end it, but Warthog gets up! He shakes his head, looking to the fans and signalling for one more! The crowd's for it, so Warthog drags the barely conscious DuBray off the mat and lifts him up again, jumping into another Aggression!!! This time, Warthog stays on top, possibly due to being winded, and the ref wastes no time... 1.. 2.. 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Aaron Warthog!!

Rockwell: Warthog with a dominant victory!

Hood: Man... DuBray didn't even try to fight back!

Rockwell: Nope, and you'll never win that way.

Hood: Hard to see Warthog as "dominant". I doubt that'll last.

Rockwell: You never know, Hood...

*DuBray's still down, with the referee checking on him after those two massive powerslams. Warthog has tried to climb the turnbuckle, but he's not able to get as high as he'd like. He still raises up a hand, celebrating a victory. We cut away.*

*The video shifts to the back, where we see what appears to be an empty hallway. Slowly, a head can be seen, appearing at the intersection up ahead. It's Tony The Spider. He looks left and right, taking in the emptiness.*

Tony the Spider: Ahahaha

*Tony moves slowly around the corner and heads down the way, keeping an eye out for anyone appearing. He's clearly on the alert for Rogue Daniels & Ryot. He heads to the next turn, looking behind him quickly, before turning back... and almost bumping into Violent. The masked man stares down at Tony, then focuses on the Television Title on his shoulder. Tony stares up at the powerhouse.*

Tony the Spider: Ha..ha...haha

*Violent stares for another few seconds, before turning and walking away, waiting until later tonight to go after Tony. The champion watches Violent leave, taking a deep breath before continuing down the hallway.*

Tony the Spider: AAAhahahaHAHAHA!!

*Tony The Spider disappears around the bend, as we head to commercial.*

*After the break, we return to the co-owners' suite, where Jonathan and Hunter Barrows are apparently in the middle of a discussion.*

Hunter Barrows: All I'm saying is, you could have stopped by and gotten some cake.

Jonathan Barrows: I'm sorry this is still bothering you, brother. But I had the whole Tony Savage situation going on, which involved you, remember?

Hunter Barrows: Do you still have security on full alert tonight?

Jonathan Barrows: No, it's back to normal levels. The guards at the doors all have Savage's picture if he does show up. But after last week, who knows when we'll see him again.

Hunter Barrows: Hopefully not for a long while. He's not a champion now, so we can fire him, right?

Jonathan Barrows: That tactic didn't work very well with Bifford. I say we give it time, instead of allowing Deana...

*The door suddenly opens, with Deana Barrows walking into the room with her usual sly smile. Both bothers turn to nod at her.*

Deana Barrows: Talking about me? I can always tell...

Jonathan Barrows: Don't worry about it, Deana. I'm more interested in how your discussions about the #1 Contendership are going. Are you going to announce it tonight?

Deana Barrows: It took a little more work than I was expecting, but yes, everything's ready for tonight.

Jonathan Barrows: And you're sure about this? You think the fans will be excited for it?

*Jonathan says this with a straight face, when everyone knows he doesn't care what the fans think. But for Deana, he's willing to appear interested for them.*

Deana Barrows: It's a historic match. A nice "throwback" kind of contest, if you will. The fans will love it.

Jonathan Barrows: I hope so. It feels risky to me.

Deana Barrows: You need to stop worrying so much. Take some deep breaths. Smell the roses. Whatever it takes. Life is good, Johnny. Life is good.

*Deana smiles again and leaves the room, as Jonathan stares over at Hunter. He shrugs, so Jonathan sighs and goes back to work, trying hard not to look too much at the walkie-talkie near him that would connect him to security. The shot returns to ringside.*

Hood: The new #1 Contender is being announced tonight! I hope it's Dylan Thomas!

Rockwell: Thomas has already been #1 Contender.

Hood: Against Ed Houston, yes... but I don't think Thomas and O'Connor have faced off yet. It'd be a dream match!

Rockwell: But not really a "throw-back"...

Hood: True. Still, a man can dream...

Singles Match
Lord Allton (0-0) vs. Peter Vaughn (8-27-1)

*We return to ringside. The fans go nuts as Belvedere makes his way from behind the curtain. He has a microphone in hand and makes his way down to the ring. Fans reach out for high-fives, but Belvedere ignores them. He's not being a dick. He's just strictly being professional.*

Rockwell: If Belvedere is here, that can only mean one thing.

Hood: It's Outsiders time, baby!!

Rockwell: I thought you hated anything Zybala related.

Hood: Oh, I do. But this time, you have The A-List involved. There's no way I'm missing a chance to watch "The Lord of Dashing" Allton beat down Zybala's flunky and retain The X-Factor belt for The A-List! Go Allton!!

*Rockwell doesn't respond to this. Belvedere enters the ring, shakes hands with Minos, who exits. Belvedere looks around the crowd for a bit before he raises the microphone and the masses quiet down.*

Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen! The following match is a special attraction OUTSIDERS match for The X-Factor Championship, and it is scheduled for one fall!!

Front Row Fans: ONE FALL!!

Belvedere: Introducing first, standing at Six Feet, Two Inches and weighing in tonight at 196 pounds. He is the only two time Outsider's Heavyweight Champion!!! He is "THE Wrestling Janitor" PEEEETTEERRR VAAAAAAAAUGHN!!

*"Through the Night" by Arimachi Masahiko hits the speakers as Peter Vaughn walks onto the stage. The fans cheer the only two-time Outsider's champ. He's clad in his usual janitorial garb and clutching his trusty mop.*

Hood: How many entrance themes does this waste of space have?

Rockwell: Well, he has his Outsiders theme, then there's his GCWA one, and I guess the tag te...

Hood: I was being rhetorical, Adrian....

*Vaughn makes his way to the ring, high-fiving fans on the way. He slides undo the bottom rope and holds his mop high as he stands. His music stops and Vaughn stares up the ramp, looking focused. The lights all but go out.*

"DOWN HERE, WE ALL FLOAT!"

*"Every 27 Years" (from IT Chapter 2) hits the speakers as Allton rolls out from behind the curtain onto the ramp, but he's not alone... nor is he just Allton. He is flanked by Tank and Vincenzo. Allton is dressed head to toe as Pennywise from IT. The fans boo this evil looking, smug bastard as he rolls his way to the ring. He has the X-Factor title resting on his lap.*

Belvedere: And his opponent... accompanied by The Family.... Hailing from The Macroverse! Weighing in "on a scale your mortal minds couldn't comprehend".... He is the Outsider's X-Factor Champion... "The Lord of Evil" PennyLord!!

*The fans boo as many shy away from the guard rail as PennyLord makes his way down the ramp. They don't even attempt any form of contact. They are thoroughly freaked out. Hood laughs at this.*

Hood: Finally these sheeple found a wrestler that they're too afraid of to even smack talk. That shows the power and majesty of any member of The A-List.

Rockwell: Maybe they're just afraid of clowns??

Hood: Trust me, Adrian. It's the clout of The A-List that they fear. Even Vaughn is quaking in his boots.

*Quaking? Not so much, but Vaughn looks very concerned at the appearance of his opponent. No one told him he would be facing an evil clown. Vaughn stands firm and stares at his opponent as he approaches the ring. PennyLord stops his wheelchair just outside of the ring with Vincenzo and Tank standing right behind him. The music stops and Vaughn is yelling at the champ to get in the ring. PennyLord glares at Vaughn menacingly for a while before breaking into a huge, evil smile. The fans boo as PennyLord points behind Vaughn. Vaughn turns around and gets nailed with a Perfect Finisher!! Vaughn is out as Thomas and Branson stand over him, mocking him for thinking he had a chance. They start stomping away on Vaughn, and PennyLord sends in Tank and Vincenzo to join them.*

Hood: This is better than I expected this match to be!

Rockwell: This isn't a match! It's a mugging!

Hood: Potato, Po-ass kicking. Same thing, Adrian.

* The fans cannot boo any louder as The A-List kick away at The Janitor. PennyLord yells something at the group and they stop the beat down. They drag Vaughn over to the edge of the ring apron, which allows PennyLord to get in a few punches of his own. The fans start cheering which confuses The A-List. Their confusion turns to anger as Branson points up the ramp to show Zybala running down to the ring!! He leaps on the back of PennyLord's wheelchair and launches himself into the ring, crashing into the group. He starts throwing punches everywhere, a few of them connecting before he gets kicked between the legs by Thomas! Zybala doubles over before Tank and Branson grab him by the throat and hit a double FIXED chokeslam!! The boys come back even harder as Zybala and Vaughn are being treated like floor pinatas!!*

Rockwell: This is horrible! Can we please get security down here!?!

Hood: Why? This is like my birthday AND Christmas all rolled into one special day. I hope this never ends!

* The group continues to beat down the two with PennyLord yelling instructions and getting a few hits in when Vaughn or Zybala get close enough. The Outsiders Rave Party is looking pretty beat up. Zybala's been busted open just above the left eyebrow and Vaughn is just laying limp. Suddenly, the lights go out. Good screeches.*

"THEY SAY THAT A HERO COULD SAVE US..."

*The lights turn back on and the fans explode with cheers! Standing in the ring is The Uber-Man!! He is holding a chair and cracks Branson in the head, knocking him down! Tank takes a swing at Uber-Man, who ducks and nails Tank in the leg with the chair. Tank drops and rolls out of the ring. Uber turns towards Thomas and takes a swing, but Thomas ducks and escapes the ring. Vincenzo follows suit and helps Thomas drag Branson out to the floor with the rest of The A-List. PennyLord is scowling at Uber-Man. If hate had a physical presence, Uber would be drowning in PennyLord's. Uber-Man helps Zybala and Vaughn to their feet and dares The A-List to attack. Cooler heads prevail and The A-List back up the ramp. Nickleback's "Hero" plays over the speakers as the hero glares at his foe.*

Hood: This idiot ruined all the fun of The A-List!

Rockwell: He saved Zybala and Vaughn from possibly being permanently injured!

Hood: Like I said, he ruined all the fun. Hopefully Lord Allton, or PennyLord or whatever he wants to be called, gets his revenge and takes the Outsiders World title from that wannabe costumed loser.

*The camera focuses on Uber-Man as he stands tall and proud for the first time in the GCWA ring. We then break away.*

*Static fills the screen before an ominous voice can be heard speaking over it.*

Voice: The following views expressed are in no way affiliated with the Global Championship Wrestling Association.

*The static blacks out before switching to a black & white shot of Byson Kaliban who smiles sinisterly into the lens.*

Byson Kaliban: Do you feel that?

*The shot flickers a bit but quickly straightens back up.*

Byson Kaliban: The signs are there!

*Visuals of crows perched on power lines are shown before shifting to cloud covered sun.*

Byson Kaliban: Pandemics.. Natural disasters.. Top officials being exposed..

*Various political figures flood the screen; Donald Trump, The Clinton's, Obama's, among others.*

Byson Kaliban: There's been a proverbial shock to the system and the masses are running around like chickens with their heads torn off, trying to make sense of it all..

*We are then shown a shot of The Enforcer and Justice Orton-Cross holding up the GCWA Tag Team Championships proudly.*

Byson Kaliban: When you exist in a reality where nothing matters.. Where there's nothing to lose, you tend to live with no regrets. No fear.. Enforcer.. there's something that I feel I should share with you... Placing blame is weak human emotion, it shows the lack of not having the ability to take responsibility for the actions of self..

*A still shot of Donald Trump is shown again.*

Byson Kaliban: However, you say that my brother will pay for his "actions".. Hahahaa! Just know.. that if there's anything that my brother and me have in common.. It's that we owe no debt to any man.. You wanna collect? Well we're coming to make payment.

*The scene goes black before showing a flock of crows soaring through the air..*

Byson Kaliban: Stay safe..

*We cut back to ringside.*

Rockwell: Looks like Duce and his brother are answering the challenge from Enforcer! Could we have a Tag-Team Titles match in the near future?

Hood: If we do, that'd be a hell of a match!

Non-Title Singles Match
PerZag (6-2) vs. Brady Vega (3-4)

*Minos is now back in his usual spot. He doesn't seem to mind the brief interruptions of Belvedere, showing the man a surprising amount of respect. However, this is still his ring, and he takes his announcing seriously as always.*

Minos: The next contest is a Non-Title match scheduled for one fall... coming down the aisle... standing 5'9" and weighing 178 lbs... from Los Angeles, California... with Britney Anders, here is Brady Vega!!

*"Surf Club" by St. Jhn begins to play. Brady Vega steps through the curtain, still looking like he's sporting some healing bruises from last week. Britney Anders walks next to him, glaring at the nearby GCWA Security guards as she and Vega approach the ring.*

Rockwell: Vega, along with Tony Savage, got royally screwed last week, with Enforcer & Justice Orton-Cross winning away the Tag-Team Titles in a Handicap match.

Hood: Vega chose the wrong partner. It happens sometimes. At least he got a long reign out of it.

Rockwell: Tonight, Vega gets a crack at the man who stole away Savage's title, PerZag. You have to wonder if Savage could once again be in the building.

Hood: He got away once, he should know returning would be suicide now! I mean, career suicide, not LITERAL suicide... I think... although Mr. Barrows IS pretty angry right now...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'5" and weighing 215 lbs... from Australia... accompanied by Rhiannon Clarkson... here is the GCWA North American Champion... PerZag!!!

*'Whatever It Takes' by Imagine Dragons plays to the crowd as the women in the audience lose their shit. The men roll their eyes, stick fingers up and boo as the 'Sexiest Man On The Earth' PerZag, walks out from the back. He wears a long blue gown as his manager and unwanted girlfriend, Rhiannon Clarkson follows in tow. He winks at all the ladies as he walks past, making them all go crazy as Rhiannon Clarkson walks on, a pissed off look on her face. PerZag reaches the ringside, and quickly slides into the ring. He stands up, walks to the centre of the ring, and stops. The lights suddenly turn off, except for one spotlight that shines on the centre of the ring, directly on PerZag. PerZag grabs at his gown, pulling it off, showcasing his fantastic bod for all the people in the arena. He drops the gown to the ground as all the lights turn back on, revealing the North American Title around his waist, and he walks over to one of the corners of the ring to await the match to start.*

Hood: PerZag is here to take care of another degrading sex offender! I can't wait to see him destroy Vega!

Rockwell: I could have gone the rest of my life without hearing about the Foot Fetish Fans...

Hood: That was pretty horrific, wasn't it? And yet, I'm sure we have some FFF's here in the audience right now... staring at us...

Rockwell: This is why I still wear boots...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: A former champion faces off against a current one!

Hood: Could be a solid match, if Vega's not too beaten up from last week...

*PerZag makes sure to hand off the North American Title for safekeeping, smiling as the referee takes it off to the side. He turns back, only to encounter a charging Brady Vega! Vega takes a leap, going for a running dropkick, but PerZag rolls out of the way in time, with Vega flying back and crashing to the mat! Vega pulls himself up quickly, having caught himself, but PerZag's already on the attack, landing strong right hands to move Vega backwards into the corner. PerZag takes a couple of steps back, then charges, leaping into a Stinger Splash that lands perfectly! Vega sags in the corner, with PerZag dragging him back out and taking him over with a belly-to-belly suplex! Vega slides out of the ring, trying to recover, with Anders checking on him. PerZag stands up, smirking at them with his customary swagger. However, his smirk falters when the theme to Halloween begins to play, with The Lost Soul walking out of the locker room and making his way down the aisle!*

Hood: There's no reason for The Lost Soul to be here!

Rockwell: Well, he and PerZag have been reluctant allies in recent weeks. Maybe he's here to just support PerZag...

Hood: Or he's here to try and take him out, to make it easier to get the North American Title!

*The Lost Soul walks to near the ring, but doesn't quite approach it yet, staying in the aisle. He stares over at PerZag, who is looking at him suspiciously. He doesn't appear to trust The Lost Soul's motivation. But before PerZag can go confront the newcomer, he's caught from behind by a flying Vega, who lands The Mountain Slinger (Blockbuster)!!! Vega quickly goes for the cover, trying to hang on... 1... 2.. and PerZag quickly kicks out, pushing Vega off of him. Vega, incensed, goes towards the turnbuckle again, climbing up quickly to go for Malicious Intent (Phoenix Splash)!! But PerZag's already back on his feet, showing remarkable resilience. He follows Vega up, catching him with an uppercut, then jumps up and takes Vega off the top with a hurricanrana!! The fans pop, and even The Lost Soul looks like he approves, although it's still nearly impossible to be sure when it comes to him. PerZag gets back up, angrily kicking away at Vega.*

Hood: The Lost Soul nearly cost PerZag the match!

Rockwell: I don't think that was his intention...

Hood: How can anyone know his intention? I tell you, he came down to distract PerZag!

Rockwell: Or he came down to encourage him in a big match!

Hood: Don't you know you can't trust people anymore??

*PerZag's attention is fully on Vega now, as he continues to attack the wrestler. He picks Vega up, slinging him into the ropes and catching him on the way back with a Fameasser! Vega, stunned, leans on his hands as he tries to recover. But PerZag doesn't give him the chance. He picks up Vega and drags him over to the corner, going around the turnbuckle with a tornado DDT!! Vega's down, having flopped over onto his back. PerZag, seeing this, starts up the turnbuckle again, glancing The Lost Soul's way to make sure he's not approaching the ring. He's not, seemingly content with staying where he is, out of the way. PerZag gets to the top, setting himself up for Pure Beauty (Moonsault)!! He is waiting for Vega to rise up, when Britney Anders jumps up on the apron, yelling at PerZag!! But Anders herself gets dragged off the apron by Clarkson, with the two women screaming at each other! Clarkson looks pissed that any woman would get that close to PerZag. As security moves in to try and separate the ladies, PerZag shrugs and leaps, hitting a standing Vega with Pure Beauty!!! He lands on top, with the referee making the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Hood: Whew! TLS and Anders didn't screw it up!

Rockwell: No, PerZag took care of things handily with a quick victory over the former tag champion.

Hood: I was hoping for a barnburner, but PerZag won, so I'm content.

*PerZag is handed his North American Title, a belt that didn't stay away from his waist for very long. He lifts it up, while turning and looking back over at The Lost Soul. The masked wrestler is still standing there, crossing his arms... until he gets smashed from behind by a running clothesline from The Empty!!!!*

Rockwell: Whoa!

Hood: Damn, The Lost Soul just became roadkill!

*The Reason can be seen standing further up the aisle, a confident look on his face as he watches The Empty grab The Lost Soul's legs. PerZag, in the ring, looks like he's thinking about heading out to The Lost Soul's aid, but he's hesitating, not sure if he should or not. The hesitation proves costly to The Lost Soul, as The Empty sends him smashing into the guardrail with a version of the Vortex of Doom!!!! The Lost Soul lands in a heap, not moving, as The Empty turns to The Reason. He smiles and motions The Empty back to him, while turning and looking straight at PerZag... and the North American Title.*

Rockwell: The Empty got a Golden Opportunity by defeating Dr. Baad. Is he coming for PerZag's belt??

Hood: Thank goodness he didn't go after PerZag! I'm always thankful when nobody is hurt!

Rockwell: Nobody is... The Lost Soul just got pulverized!!!

Hood: I meant nobody I care about.

*PerZag has finally left the ring now, going down to check on The Lost Soul's condition. He keeps an eye on The Empty and The Reason, making sure they're gone as he focuses on TLS. We fade out.*

*Enforcer is laying on a lounge chair poolside at a Villa on Barrows Island. He just has a pair of red swimming shorts on, a pair of black Ray Ban sunglasses on, as well as his a pair of Black Beats By Dre Headphones on. There is an empty lounge chair just to the right of him with a towel draped on it. Between them there is a table that has a glass of scotch that is half full, and a martini next to the glass of scotch. Justice Orton-Cross is wearing a baby blue bikini as she is laying on an inflatable floating recliner in the infinity pool of the Villa that looks over the light blue ocean that is surrounding Barrows Island. Justice splashes in the direction of the Enforcer. Some of the water splashes in the feet and shins of Enforcer. Enforcer slides his headphones down around his neck and smiles at his wife.*

Enforcer: Was that really necessary?

Justice Orton-Cross: Yes, we are on this beautiful island together and I am in here and you are way over there.

Enforcer: Mr. Barrows gave us the island for another few days as a thank you for getting the tag team titles off that reprobate, Tony Savage and his egregious partner, Brady Vega.

Justice Orton-Cross: I know that, dummy. I was there when he offered this island to us for ten days. If you can get my martini topped off and bring it to me in the pool.

Enforcer: (Rolls his eyes under his sunglasses):Yes, dear.

Justice Orton-Cross: I saw that.

Enforcer: Huh?

Justice Orton-Cross: I saw you rolling your eyes. Don't try to deny it. I know all.

Enforcer: I would never.

*Enforcer motions for one of the house staff members to come over to him. He hands him the martini glass. He walks off.*

Enforcer: The martini will be out shortly, love.

*Justice smiles at Enforcer and blows him a kiss.*

Enforcer: Now, I can't say that I feel bad for what I am about to say but we told you so. Both my lovely wife and I told all of you skeptics that we would become the World Tag Team champions but dammit here we are.

*Enforcer nods his head to his left to show both title belts perched on a pedestal.*

Enforcer: Mr. Savage got taught a very important lesson as to needing to acquiesce to Mr. Barrows. His ignorance and defiant attitude was to our benefit though so I cannot complain too much of Mr. Savage's misguided benightedness. Now that we have disposed of Mr. Savage having any clout in this business by being called a GCWA champion it is time for my wife and I to look ahead to our next accomplishment around here. The ultimate goal is for each of us to be a GCWA double champion. Mr O'Connor don't think I have forgotten about you. That World Heavyweight title is still locked in on my radar and it will not deviate till I can call that championship mine. Just like my beautiful wife has her eyes on the World Television title. But before that I feel the need to point out that Ducey with his brother was out on the entrance way after Justice and I carried Tony and Brady to a six star match. As I stated before, you are the reason I don't have that golden ticket to cash in on another championship and it makes me qualmish that you would even show your faces on our moment on top of what you did on this very island, Ducey. Justice and I need to show the two of you that you are nothing more than an embarrassment to the wrestling world as well as your old man. Believe me when I tell you this Ducey, we'll be seeing the two of you before you see the two of us. I would tell you to prepare yourselves but that won't help you.

*A new Martini is brought out to Enforcer. He stands up and sets his phone and headphones on the lounge chair. He takes the martini and his scotch over to the infinity pool steps and walks in. He goes over to Justice and hands her the martini. They give each other a kiss and clink their glasses together. We go back to the live feed.*

Hood: A worthy vacation for worthy champions!

Rockwell: Can you be worthy when you win the belts in a Handicap match?

Hood: The answer to that is "Yes". Did you see the way they destroyed Vega?

Rockwell: We'll see who answers their challenge next...

Singles Match
The Big Bifford (39-15-2) vs. Crash Rodriguez (2-4-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is part of a series of contests... introducing first... standing 5'11" and weighing 204 lbs... from Kansas City, Missouri... here is "The Crooked Man" Crash Rodriguez!!

*The opening riff of "21st Century Schizoid Man" fills the arena. The fans turn towards the entryway, excited... as Crash Rodriguez comes flying out, exchanging blows with The Big Bifford!!! The two man are brawling, throwing haymakers at each other, as the crowd explodes!!*

Rockwell: Shit!! It looks like Bifford didn't want to wait for the match to start!

Hood: Or Crash just attacked Bifford in the back!

Rockwell: With these two, either one makes sense! Did we make this one anything goes?

Hood: Not that I know of!

*Bifford takes control on the stage, lifting Crash up and slamming him on the steel!! The loud bang gets the fans to applaud, loving a good hardcore brawl. Crash, wincing, rolls onto his side in pain as he tries to recover. Bifford angrily leans over him, grabbing on and trying to get Crash into position for his double arm DDT! But Crash pulls himself free and drops down, throwing up a right hand and nailing Bifford with a low blow!!! Bifford staggers back, gasping, as Crash pulls himself back up. He sees Bifford hurting and looks around, grabbing a cable off the ground for one of the cameras. He gets behind Bifford and throws the cable around Bifford's neck, working to choke him out!! Bifford gets his hand in-between, struggling to hold the cable back to allow him to breathe, as Crash fights to do more damage.*

Rockwell: We've got chaos right now!

Hood: I don't think these two are going to make it to the ring!

*Bifford manages to get free with a shoulder toss, sending Crash flying over him back to the steel! He takes a moment to fully pull off the cable, rubbing at his sore throat. He looks back at Crash, then reaches over, pulling a piece of metal rebar off the Inferno set!! He swings it back and forth, liking the feel of it. Crash slowly gets up, seeing that Bifford has armed himself. He smiles, waving Bifford on. As the massive man comes in, he swings, but it goes over Crash's head as he ducks under it, getting behind Bifford. As Bifford turns, Crash leaps with a dropkick, sending Bifford staggering to the edge of the stage! Crash gets up and immediately charges, going for a crossbody... but Bifford catches him!! He grins, planning evil intentions, but Crash starts flailing, getting an elbow to land to the side of Bifford's head... and causing his right foot to slip off the edge! Bifford falls backwards, taking Crash with him, with both disappearing off the stage with a thunderous crash!!!*

Rockwell: Holy shit!!

Hood: I hope nobody was under there...

Rockwell: Get the cameras over there! We need to see what just happened!!!

*The cameraman is already moving in, peering carefully over the edge of the stage. Bifford and Crash are laying in a pile of debris that used to be tables, both men looking like they took a rough landing. The fans are loving it, giving a "GCWA" chant as they're waiting to see who gets up first. It takes a few moments, but Crash stirs first, holding his side where he apparently landed on the edge of a table. He sits up, even as Bifford rolls to his gut and starts to push up.*

Rockwell: After that landing, how can either of these guys be getting up??

Hood: I think that proves that Bifford landed first, because there's no way Crash would be rising if he'd been underneath the pile!

Rockwell: This isn't a match anymore, we need someone to come stop this!

*Bifford reaches over, grabbing a piece of wood out of the pile of debris. He turns, painfully chucking it at Crash and hitting him in the back! Crash falls to his knees, stunned, still holding his side. As Bifford staggers over to him, though, Crash turns, having gotten the piece of rebar, and he swings it into Bifford, knocking him backwards!! Another swing is prevented, though, as Bifford managed to catch the metal, pulling it away. Crash, undaunted, comes in throwing a hard left, with Bifford stumbling before returning with his own shot. Both men look like they're hurting, but still willing to keep fighting. Unfortunately, it appears the higher-ups have a different thought, as GCWA Security is appearing to break the two men up!*

Hood: Aw, man, let 'em fight!

Rockwell: If they kept going, Hood, I'm not sure either man would be the same!

Hood: Neither man is sane right now!

Rockwell: No, "same", Hood, not "sane".

Hood: Oh. Well, who wants them to be the same, anyway? Let 'em fight!

*Security continues to work to separate the two men, as the crowd boos, unhappy with the decision. It's clear the match isn't going to happen tonight.*

*We return back to the GCWA Arena as Deana Barrows has made her way out onto the set. She smiles at the cheering audience, many of whom seem to love her split-back dress that she's wearing. She slowly raises the mic to her lips.*

Deana Barrows: Are we having a wonderful evening?

*The crowd cheers affirmatively, having a lot of fun tonight.*

Deana Barrows: Are we staying safe and keeping our distance?

*There are several boos, and mostly a chorus of "No!" Deana's smile grows a little larger in response.*

Deana Barrows: I hope you all are ready, as it is time to make a special announcement. On Sunday, June 14th, the Global Championship Wrestling Association will be having our next big Pay-Per-View event. It is a return to an event that started back in 1999, with many memorable matches over the years. It's a show called... Crescendo!

*The crowd cheers, recognizing the name of the Pay-Per-View. Deana waits, taking it all in, before responding.*

Deana Barrows: This will be the fourth time we have held Crescendo, and we wanted to make it a significant event. That's where our main event will come in. The World Heavyweight Title will once again be on the line!

*More cheers, with a "Mack" chant starting up from the happy fans.*

Hood: Not really a surprise, the World Title is ALWAYS on the line at PPV's.

Rockwell: Hush, Hood, don't take away from her enthusiasm.

Deana Barrows: Mack O'Connor has been a magnificent champion, both here in the Global Championship Wrestling Association and in our sister brand, Online Championship Wrestling.

*This leads to an "OCW" chant from the fans who have been watching the Manifest Destiny 2 Tournament.*

Deana Barrows: Due to Mr. O'Connor's history in the two companies, I wanted to find him an opponent that would be a way of honoring OCW, while also throwing back to the history in the organization. But I also wanted one of the greatest matches we could schedule, a match between two of the greatest in the history of...

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 looks shocked as a figure appears in the entryway, head down, with the American flag draped over his shoulders. He steps out, revealing himself to be Chad Vargas!*

Hood: The Confederate Icon is in the building!

Rockwell: What's he doing here? Unless...

*Rather than looking annoyed at the interruption, Deana steps back, smiling at Vargas. She starts to say something, but Vargas cuts her off.*

Chad Vargas: Listen here, bitch. Whatever you were going on and on about can wait. What needs to come out of that cunt mouth of yours is this: Chad Vargas - next in line.

Deana Barrows: --------

Chad Vargas: That's what I thought!

*The crowd is booing now, their usual reaction to Chad Vargas on the mic.*

Chad Vargas: Mack O'Connor and I have been around the block a time or two, I'm sure none of you fucks ever heard of a place in Arizona called Extreme Measures Federation. No? Well, little known fact - that's where Mack and I came from. I'M the guy who brought him into OCW and GCWA. He wouldn't be NOTHING if it wasn't for me. He will never admit it, but one thing he can't hide is his win/loss record in EMF. Go on ahead, ask him how many times he's lost to me over there in Phoenix? One or two? Try 5 fuckin' times. And you know what they say, Barrows Clan - history always repeats itself, and you will hate the fact that I'm carrying your strap - but get over it, 'cause it's fixing to happen.

*Vargas spits a nasty tobacco quib on the ground in front of Deana before leaving. Deana watches him go, having no intention of following him.*

Hood: So it's going to be Vargas vs. O'Connor for the World Title??

Rockwell: Many would call that a dream match!

Hood: I'm calling it the crowning of a new champion!

Rockwell: I wouldn't be surprised, but Mack's already survived three wrestlers at once, so I wouldn't count him out just yet. Now let's get to the ring for a different title match!

GCWA World Television Title Match
Tony The Spider(c) (5-2) vs. Violent (3-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the GCWA Television Championship! First, the challenger... standing 6'2" and weighing 220 lbs... from Parts Unknown... here is Violent!!

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

Rockwell: Violent was a huge force in the Television Title Battle Royal at Blood on the Battlefield. Now he gets his own shot at the belt!

Hood: I think Tony The Spider is a dead man...

Rockwell: This will not be an easy fight...

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'6" and weighing 190 lbs... from Smalltown, USA... here is the GCWA Television Champion... Tony The Spider!!

*The Itsy Bitsy Spider by the Boogers begins to play, and Tony the Spider makes his way towards the ring to a chorus of cheers. He's got the Television Title loosely around his waist, so that it's almost falling off. He's also sporting a shiner around his left eye.*

Rockwell: Is that black eye left over from Tony the Spider's battle with Ryot a few weeks ago?

Hood: No, that's from his wife. I can't blame her, either. What a deadbeat.

Rockwell: He's the Television Champion, Hood! That leads to good cash in-flow!

Hood: She could still do better... MUCH better...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So can Tony the Spider continue his shocking run at the top of the TV division?

Hood: Don't let him use that fanny pack, ref!

*Violent comes forward menacingly, with Tony the Spider laughing in his direction. Tony then drops and slides out of the ring, avoiding Violent getting his hands on him. Violent angrily pursues, coming out of the ring as well. He chases Tony around the ring, making it all the way around before Tony dives back under the ropes. Violent follows again, but Tony turns and drops an elbow on Violent's back, catching him on the way in! Tony gets up, laughing, but Violent gets up as well, glaring at him. Tony's laugh fades, but he steps forward nonetheless, throwing Spider Bite punches at Violent's face and chest!! But Violent no-sells all of them, as Tony shakes out his hand, having hurt it on Violent's jaw. The powerhouse steps forward, grabbing Tony by the front of the shirt and lifting him up into the air! Tony scrambles to get free, managing to accidentally catch Violent with a knee that frees him. Tony falls back to the mat, as Violent leans against the ropes, shaking off the hit.*

Rockwell: Tony The Spider is going to have to come up with some major offense to survive here today!

Hood: I swear, he needs to be searched. Those brass knuckles are there, just waiting to be used...

Rockwell: The ref is watching it pretty close... HEY!!!

Hood: They just jumped...

*The camera turns, catching two men having come over the barricade to rush the ring. They slide in behind Tony The Spider, surprising him. Before Tony can get away, Rogue Daniels and Ryot attack, beating him down!!! The referee, having no choice, immediately signals for the bell!*

Minos: Here is your winner via Disqualification, and STILL GCWA Television Champion... Tony The Spider!!

Rockwell: Future Shock couldn't wait to attack!

Hood: Can you blame them, after Tony's blatant cheating??

*Violent, looking furious, glares at Rogue Daniels and Ryot as they have levelled Tony The Spider. They turn, ready to fight Violent as well, but the powerhouse shakes his head, looking frustrated. He turns and leaves the ring without another word, departing from the ring. Daniels & Ryot have no problems with this, continuing their beat-down of Tony The Spider.*

Rockwell: Is anyone from The Mustard Factory here tonight??

Hood: Not that I know of. Great timing, guys!

Rockwell: We're going to need help out here!

*Tony The Spider tries to grab at his fanny pack, reaching into it, but Ryot is watching for it. He pulls the pack off, throwing it off to the side and out of the ring. Daniels then pulls Tony to his feet, slapping him on the face a few times before launching into Lights Out (Spinning Headkick)!!! Tony drops to the ground in a sitting position, in perfect position for Ryot to charge him with RYOT Time (Shining Wizard)!!!! Tony The Spider is out, laying on his back, as Future Shock stands over him. Ryot leans down, talking to the unconscious champion, but we can't make out what's being said.*

Rockwell: The Television Champion has been laid out again!

Hood: Daniels & Ryot said they were going to make Tony's life a living hell, and they're following through!

Rockwell: They also ruined a championship match!

Hood: Hey, Tony was about to lose his belt to Violent. I think Future Shock did him a favor. They'd rather get the belt back from Tony instead of someone like Violent.

Rockwell: That could explain the attack, but it's still disgraceful.

Hood: Nope, just wrestling...

*Together, Daniels & Ryot kick Tony The Spider out of the ring, before turning back to the referee, who's holding the Television Title. Ryot demands that it be handed over, with the referee going ahead with it to save himself. Ryot holds the belt up, pointing out what a true champion looks like, as Tony The Spider is still laying on the outside.*

*We cut backstage to where Dylan Thomas, Lissandra Thomas and Dave Branson are in their A-List locker room. All three of them are discussing what went down earlier in the night with their beat down of Peter Vaughn.*

Dylan: Haha! Everything was perfect and did you see when Zybala tried to make the save?! BAM! Right in the balls! Oh and Dave! Your double chokeslam with Tank... bro... that was awesome! If only that idiot hadn't shown up...

*Dave smiles, but winces slighty due to the chair shot he took.*

Dave: Yeah though... I've got to ask something about Lord Allton.

Lissandra: What?

Dave: Well... the Pennywise get up. What the Hell was that all about?

Lissandra: His favourite horror movie character was always Pennywise from IT, but even that... I don't remember him doing anything like earlier on in RCUW.

Dylan: Ah, what does it matter? He got the job done...we got the job done...c'mon it's almost time.

*As they stand up to leave the room, Lissandra's phone starts to ring.*

Lissandra: Hello? Oh Vincenzo! Hi...

*The camera cuts to another room in the corridor where PennyLord (Lord Allton) and his Family are waiting.*

Vincenzo: Hi, Mrs T... The boss just wants to wish Dylan and Dave good luck in their match tonight. Can you put them on?

*The camera cuts back to the A-List locker room where they are just starting to head through the door and towards the ring. Lissandra passes the phone over.*

Lissandra: Rob wants to wish you luck.

Dylan: Hello? Rob?

*The sound of creepy laughter is heard as the camera zooms in on Lissandra's phone.*

PennyLord: Dylan! Dylan! Dylan! Dylan! Dylan! Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.... I just wanted to thank-you for earlier tonight and wish you luck for later. I'll be watching.

*The phone goes dead and Dylan hands it back to Lissandra confused.*

Dave: Y'alright?

Dylan: Rob says.... Well... good luck... but I've gotta talk to him about that.... Clown get-up.

*We fade out.*

Hood: I'm beginning to like this Lord Allton guy!

Rockwell: That wasn't Lord Allton out there tonight Hood. That was 'PennyLord'.

Hood: Same guy, different costume, Adrian.

Rockwell: And seemingly, different attitude. I don't know much about Lord Allton, but I have to wonder if he is 'OK', mentally.

Hood: He's behind you!

*Rockwell turns around in fright, but no-one is there. Hood laughs.*

Rockwell: ... At least I'm not scared of ghosts... Anyway back to the upcoming match!

Tag-Team Match
The A-List (Dave Branson & Dylan Thomas) (2-1) vs. Future Shock (Rogue Daniels & Ryot) (0-0)

Minos: It's now time for our main event of the evening... this will be a tag-team contest scheduled for one fall... introducing first... weighing a combined 356 lbs... here are "The Killswitch" Rogue Daniels and "The Natural" Ryot... Future Shock!!

*I Miss The Misery by Halestorm begins to play, as the lights cut out for the first few seconds. When the song's loud drums kick in, the lights come back on and flash read and white. Ryot slowly walks out onto the stage, looking around and pointing a finger gun towards the ring. In his other hand, he raises up Tony The Spider's Television Title with a smile. After a second, the tune switches to "Kill Your Masters" by Run The Jewels and Rogue Daniels comes out with a serious look on his face. They head for the ring together, entering at the same time and going up on the turnbuckles. Daniels slides a thumb by his throat, while Ryot raises his arms out to both sides for the crowd.*

Rockwell: It was interesting that Daniels came to Ryot's home, but Ryot had to use a cut-out of Daniels for his promo.

Hood: What, so tag-team partners have to be together all the time? That seems like an unfair judgment, Adrian.

Rockwell: Maybe so. We saw Future Shock just a short time before, having attacked Tony The Spider. Now they have a shot at their first tag-team victory.

Hood: I'd normally be rooting for them but... it's The A-List...

Rockwell: I do notice that Ryot is still carrying the Television Title, which he has NOT won...

Minos: Their opponents... weighing a combined 525 lbs... with Lissandra Thomas... here are Dylan Thomas & Dave Branson... The A-List!!!

*"Watch Me Shine" by Fozzy starts up and Dylan Thomas emerges through the curtain arm in arm with his wife Lissandra Thomas. Both have a huge air of arrogance about them. Dave Branson walks out behind them, his face expressionless as he looks towards the opponents in the ring. The area is FILLED with boos for these three. Does it phase them? Not in the least. They make their way to the ring, with Dylan helping Lissandra up onto the apron, holding the ropes open for her. She climbs through and kisses her man as she does so. Branson moves to the side, content to just keep an eye on the competition as Dylang goes up on his corner and arrogantly shouts at the people and Lissandra applauds. As the music dies down, Dylan helps his wife out of the ring.*

Hood: It's so great to see Lissandra back at ringside!

Rockwell: I know it can't be easy. When I had my kids, I didn't really want to leave them.

Hood: You have kids??

Rockwell: Of course! I show you photos and videos all the time!

Hood: Oh... I thought those were just, like, midgets you were training or something...

Rockwell: *sigh*

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: This could easily be a positioning match for the new Tag-Team Champions, Enforcer & Justice. We'll have to see if either team can do enough to show they deserve a shot in the future!

Hood: Both probably deserve it, but The A-List have been held back from getting the belts for too long!

*The Television Title is shown, sitting in the corner of Future Shock. In the A-List corner, Lissandra is wishing her boys luck. Dylan Thomas steps forward, ready to start for his team, possibly because Lissandra's back at ringside and he wants to impress her. Ryot talks with Daniels for a moment before moving towards Thomas. The two men stare at each other for a moment, giving each a respectful nod and a smirk. The two then start circling, looking for an opening. They lock up, with Ryot getting behind Thomas with a grapple. Thomas manages to get the arm, twisting into a wrist lock, but Ryot dips under the arm to reverse the hold. Thomas does a roll on the mat to reverse it again, showing some technical flair. Ryot does his own flip, kicking Thomas from the mat to break the submission and sending Thomas staggering into the ropes. As Thomas returns, Ryot flattens out, then jumps up and catches Thomas on the rebound with a hip toss! Thomas jumps up, only to take another hip toss, putting him on the canvas as Ryot hangs on with an arm lock! But Thomas pushes himself up, grabbing at Ryot's hair to yank him backwards towards the corner, where Thomas tags in Branson!*

Rockwell: Some strong technical wrestling there to start, but of course Thomas had to cheat to get the advantage.

Hood: You say that as if Ryot wouldn't have done the same thing if he had the opportunity.

Rockwell: Good point.

*Branson has Ryot in the corner now, popping away at him with powerful right hands. He drags Ryot out, lifting the smaller man up as if to toss him overhead. But Ryot manages to shift out of it, landing on his feet, and immediately spins into a leg sweep, taking Branson down! Ryot gets up, rubbing his jaw, and goes back to his corner, tagging in a very interested Daniels. He comes in quick, launching a super kick at the recovering Branson! But Branson manages to knock it away, then swings into a backhanded punch, which Daniels manages to avoid. The two men start exchanging shot after shot, with Branson sticking with his fists while Daniels delves into his martial arts background, but both men are having trouble connecting with their opponent. Branson finally manages to grab Daniels, trying to drag him backwards towards his corner, but Daniels gets a rising kick from the grip, knocking Branson back. Daniels then turns and leaps up onto Branson, scoring a Frankensteiner takedown!!*

Rockwell: Daniels has some amazing athletic abilities!

Hood: Nice alliteration. Sure, Daniels & Ryot are upcoming stars, but the A-List are still the top bar in the company!

Rockwell: For now, maybe, Hood, but if Future Shock wins tonight, that might all change...

*Daniels pulls Branson up, trying to take him back to where Ryot is waiting. But Branson puts a stop to that, using his size to keep himself from moving. Daniels angrily turns and spins into a roundhouse kick, but Branson catches the leg, and then actually lifts Daniels off the ground, swinging him by the leg into the turnbuckle!!! Daniels collapses to the ground, as the fans cheer the unorthodox maneuver. Branson clears his head before walking over and grabbing Daniels by the back of the neck, taking him over to Dylan Thomas. He bangs Daniels' head into the turnbuckle pad there, then tags Dylan, who hops over the ropes and joins Branson in both attacking Daniels with shots. Thomas looks back over at Ryot, shrugging his shoulders, before pulling Daniels' legs to get him out of the turnbuckle. Thomas then jumps, using the legs for his signature senton leg drop! Thomas makes the cover afterwards, hanging on to Daniels' wrestling gear... 1... 2... but Daniels kicks out!*

Hood: Damn, thought that was it!

Rockwell: I don't think I've ever seen Dylan Thomas win with that senton leg drop...

Hood: It's still a beautiful move.

Rockwell: Oh, no, I couldn't do it, that's for sure...

Hood: I could, I just choose not to.

Rockwell: You'd break your neck...

*At this point, Thomas has tagged back in Branson, holding Daniels up for him. Branson gets in a few good shots to the unprotected ribcage, doubling Daniels over. Branson then lifts Daniels onto his shoulder for a second before dropping him on his knee with a shoulder breaker!! Daniels topples over, hurting, as Branson gets back to his feet. He turns and tags in Thomas again, who comes in and rakes the back of Daniels with his nails, doing some damage. The ref warns Thomas about the tactic, but Thomas doesn't seem too concerned with the opinion of the ref. He bangs Daniels into the corner, then tags in Branson again, who comes in to join Thomas with a few double chops across Daniels' chest!! Lissandra is shown on the outside, clapping as she's loving what she's seeing from The A-List tonight. Dylan steps out onto the apron, but he's already got his hand extended, with Branson tagging him back in to continue the damage.*

Hood: The teamwork of The A-List is unparalleled!

Rockwell: I will admit, they're working strong as a unit.

Hood: They're the absolute best! The A-List needs to take over the GCWA!

Rockwell: So you can do more announcing for them?

Hood: The world needs more Hood...

*The referee is backed out of the way as Thomas shoos him off, preparing for another double-team. He has Branson whip Daniels towards him, with Thomas catching him and going for a belly-to-belly suplex! But Daniels somehow spins and manages to land on his feet! Thomas, surprised, tries to kick him, but Daniels catches the leg and throws Thomas down with a dragon screw leg whip!! Branson, seeing this, starts to step back through the ropes, but the referee gets in front of him, ordering him back. In the meantime, we can see Daniels doing a crawl towards his own corner, reaching out and tagging in Ryot! The fans give a small cheer as Ryot comes in, going after Thomas before he can escape... but the referee turns and pushes Ryot back as well! Ryot, infuriated, says that he's legal, but the referee never saw the tag! He orders Ryot to return to his corner, even as Thomas comes out of nowhere with a clothesline that puts Daniels back down! He grabs at Daniels' leg, trying to drag him back towards Branson for the tag.*

Rockwell: There was a legal tag, ref!

Hood: How can it be legal if the referee didn't see it? It's the right call!

Rockwell: Because it benefits The A-List!

Hood: Hey, I don't make the rules, I just know how to bend them!

*Branson comes in, having gotten the clean tag from Thomas. He grabs at Daniels, latching onto his throat, preparing for the FIXED! Chokeslam!! But as he lifts the wrestler up into the air, Daniels throws his weight upwards, bringing his legs up to wrap around Branson! The stunned wrestler falls forward, with Daniels applying a triangle choke submission!!! The referee seems as surprised as anyone, but he steps in, checking on if Branson's going to tap out! Branson shakes his head, refusing to give in, as he works to lift Daniels back off the canvas! He gets him higher into the air, but this time Daniels breaks free, flipping back to the ground. Branson, coughing, tries a clothesline, but Daniels ducks under it and hits Branson in the back with a dropkick! Daniels then starts to roll, heading for his corner! Thomas tries to come in, wanting to distract the referee again, but this time the ref keeps his eyes in the right direction as Daniels dives forward, tagging in Ryot!*

Rockwell: The Natural is in!

Hood: No, Daniels missed the tag...

Rockwell: I heard the slap, Hood!

Hood: But he... crap...

*Ryot is fired up, having spent way too long on the apron. He immediately fires a chest kick into Branson, sending him reeling backwards. Thomas, upset, rushes past the referee, but Ryot greets him with a roundhouse kick, followed immediately by a bridging German suplex!! Since Thomas isn't the legal man, Ryot releases the move quickly and gets up, firing off another big boot that knocks Branson to his knees. Ryot then goes off the ropes and comes back, hitting a single leg basement dropkick!! Branson's down, with Ryot diving on for the cover... 1... 2... and Dylan Thomas is back up, breaking up the hold with a kick. The referee tries to direct Thomas out, but now Daniels is back in, catching Thomas from behind and lifting him up for a pendulum backbreaker!! Thomas rolls away, in a lot of pain, as Daniels pulls himself back up, energized. He turns and starts joining Ryot in nailing Branson with a series of kicks and chops, taking it to the biggest man in the match!*

Rockwell: Future Shock is taking full control of this one!

Hood: Get one of them out of there, ref!

Rockwell: I think the ref is losing control of this one, Hood...

*The referee looks very stressed out, as he's trying to get some order back into this contest. There's nothing he can do, though, as Ryot and Daniels are still double-teaming Branson, taking him down with a neckbreaker/backbreaker combination!! Branson's down and hurting as Daniels & Ryot get up, only to be met by a charging Thomas, who misses the double clothesline! He spins, but Daniels steps into him, landing Lights Out (Spinning Headkick)!!! Dylan goes flying, landing next to the referee, who turns his attention to the 'easiest' guy to get out. In the meantime, Daniels and Ryot turn their attention to Branson before he can recover. Daniels gives Branson a couple more kicks, then wraps his arms around Branson's neck, holding him up so that Ryot can land RYOT Time (Shining Wizard)!! Ryot goes off the ropes... and then collapses forward, holding his back, as we see Tony The Spider on the outside, holding the GCWA Television Title!!*

Hood: What the fuck?? I thought he was gone!!

Rockwell: You know, I don't actually remember seeing Tony leave ringside...

Hood: You mean he's been under the ring this whole time??

Rockwell: And now he's got his title back!

*Daniels, having seen Tony appear, angrily goes to the ropes, but Tony, hurting, has already rolled back under the ring with his belt, laughing the whole time! Daniels turns back, frustrated... and Branson clotheslines him over the ropes, sending Daniels out of the ring!! The referee, having missed all of this, finally has Thomas on the outside, where Lissandra is checking on him, trying to help him recover. The ref turns back as Branson grabs the injured Ryot, who tries to launch a kick towards Branson's chest, only to have Branson bat it away and come in, grabbing Ryot by the throat!! Before Ryot can do anything else, Branson lifts him up, landing a powerful FIXED! Chokeslam!!! Ryot's out, as Branson makes the cover, hanging on... 1... 2... Daniels comes in, but he's a few steps too far away... 3!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... Dylan Thomas & Dave Branson... The A-List!!!

Hood: Yes! I mean, that sucked, but... yes!

Rockwell: Tony The Spider just cost Future Shock the match!

Hood: To be fair to Dave, I don't think he had a clue about Tony getting involved.

Rockwell: Maybe not, but he and Dylan sure benefited from it! The A-List gets a big victory here in our main event!

*Branson is out of the ring now, joining Lissandra and Dylan. They seem pretty happy with the victory, although Lissandra is whispering something to both of them. She probably noticed Tony coming out, but there was nothing she could do to change anything. In the ring, Daniels is helping Ryot up, talking with him. The two men look steamed, with Ryot pointing out a gameplan. The two men roll out on opposite sides, then both go under the ring, searching for Tony The Spider.*

Hood: They're going to get themselves a spider!

Rockwell: I don't think so, Hood. He just popped up over there on the right!

Hood: Rogue! Ryot! He's out!

*The fans give a cheer as Tony The Spider has revealed himself, hobbling away down the aisle. Hearing the noise, Daniels & Ryot both come back out from the ring, looking around. They see Tony departing up the ramp and give chase, working to catch up to the wrestler.*

Hood: Get him! Squash that spider!

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

*Tony, Daniels, and Ryot all disappear into the back, as we see The A-List members still standing at ringside, watching the whole affair. Lissandra pats Dylan and Dave on the shoulders, smiling, as we slowly fade to black.*

OOC: And another chaotic show is in the books! This was a wilder week than normal, as we had departures, family emergencies, no-shows, and more that really made the matches less competitive than I would have liked (outside of the main event). Thanks to all those who rp'ed, and all who sent it segments. Also a special thanks to Mike Zybala for writing the Outsiders match once again. Onto next week!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Sunday, May 29th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Justice Orton-Cross vs. Gus DuBray

Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning) vs. The Empty, Handicap Match

Mack O'Connor vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn, Non-Title Match

Guy Cashe & Chad Vargas vs. Corey Brown, Outsiders Handicap Match

Tony The Spider & Partner vs. Future Shock (Rogue Daniels & Ryot), Television Title Shot on the line

Lucas Thames vs. Enforcer

Ed Houston vs. Mike Zybala, Non-Title Match

Main Event

TBD

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