Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*So how's life in your neck of the woods? We've gone up about 1,000% in our COVID-19 cases per day here. Yep. Lot of fun. Still, COVID-19 has tried before to shut down the GCWA, and we just kept on trucking! With the Warriors of the Ring coming our way, you just know nothing is going to stop our forward momentum! Sit back in your comfy chairs, grab a beer, and enjoy another great night of Inferno!*

*The GCWA logo appears briefly before fading into the midst. We then see another logo, this one for GCWA Crescendo IV.*

Jonathan Barrows: Last Sunday, five champions of the GCWA put everything on the line. Some were more successful than others.

*We see Tony The Spider pinning Rogue Daniels with a roll-up, only to later fall to Ryot and his use of brass knuckles, allowing Ryot to reclaim the GCWA World Television Title. Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban are pictured coming out victorious over Enforcer & Justice to become GCWA World Tag-Team Champions. The Empty is viewed destroying PerZag in order to become GCWA North American Champion.*

Jonathan Barrows: One fought hard to earn the right of earning a Golden Opportunity, doing it completely on his own merits.

*The shots for the Ed Houston/Vincent Langston match seem a little skewed, showing Houston flying high and landing some of his biggest moves before putting Langston down with Blastoff.*

Jonathan Barrows: One was willing to bleed buckets in order to earn the final victory over his long-time foe.

*Black-and-white shots are shown of the Mike Zybala/Dylan Thomas match, with both men bleeding heavily as the match continued. In the end, we see Zybala standing triumphant with the X Division Title raised high in the air.*

Jonathan Barrows: And one survived a fight with one of his oldest rivals in the business to stay on top...

*We see Mack O'Connor and Chad Vargas brawling it out, as well as taking out protesters who dared to interfere. The last shots of O'Connor's victory flash across the screen.*

Jonathan Barrows: We reached a Crescendo, where everything seemed to be hitting new levels... and then the announcement was made.

*We see the return of the Accelerator, rejoining his family as the historic Fifth Warriors of the Ring Tournament was announced.*

Jonathan Barrows: And now, faces from across the world have begun to arrive in Dallas... for their chance at destiny...

*Images of stars like Shawn Warstein, Pretty Ricky Stanton, Lucian Rage, Havoc, Lissie Hope, Sweet Roxy, Maki, Jason Cashe, Zolton, Noah Hanson, and more flash across the screen, along with many of the GCWA stars who have entered the tournament. The pictures fade away, showing only Jonathan Barrows standing there.*

Jonathan Barrows: Crescendo? You haven't seen anything yet...

*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. Descent Into Madness. The Sound of Silence. Under The Lights. Souled Out. The Biff End. The Perfect Finisher. The Stroke. 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! There may be an increase in cases going on, but that hasn't stopped the arena from getting filled up by excited fans wanting to see some amazing action! We fly across the crowd, seeing about 50% wearing masks, before we get to ringside to join Adrian Rockwell & Hood at the announce table.*

Rockwell: Welcome to Friday Night Inferno!! The wrestling world is buzzing after the announcement of the 32 wrestlers competing in the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament!

Hood: I've been struggling hard to predict a winner, but there are just too many unknowns in this one...

Rockwell: It is surely the most explosive tournament that the GCWA has ever hosted, and it all gets started next week!

Hood: I want to see matches now!

Rockwell: Oh, we've got matches for you, Hood. Vincent Langston, Chelsea LeClair, and Sports Entertainment Xpress will all be competing tonight, as well as the Outsiders United X-Division Title being on the line!

Hood: Ugh. Outsiders...

Rockwell: We've got a lot happening, but for now, let's head to the back!

*We cut to back in the Barrows' office suite, which looks a little more crowded now that a fourth desk has been brought into the area. The Accelerator is shown, sitting happily in front of the desk, looking around at the rest of his family.*

The Accelerator: It is SUCH a blast to be back in the arena!

*Deana Barrows, smiling, walks up to Ace's desk. She gives her father a hug.*

Deana Barrows: It's wonderful to have you back with us, Dad.

*Hunter Barrows appears on the other side, looking a little nervous, but still managing to control himself.*

Hunter Barrows: Yeah, Dad. It... hasn't been the same without you.

*Deana gives Hunter a look, but he stares over to the side away from her and the father he had once betrayed. Jonathan Barrows finally comes walking in, dusting himself off. He looks around as all three family members stare at him.*

Jonathan Barrows: What's going on? Did I miss a meeting already?

Deana Barrows: We were just telling Dad how good it was to have him back in the GCWA.

Jonathan Barrows: Oh... right... of course it's great to have you here, sir...

*Jonathan nods to his father, who gives him a slightly cynical look. He then smiles and waves Jonathan in, giving him a hug when he gets close enough.*

The Accelerator: This time, guys, it's all going to be different.

Jonathan Barrows: Sure... Dad.

*Ace smiles and sits back in his chair.*

The Accelerator: So all the matches are set?

Hunter Barrows: Oh, yes, we're good for tonight. I personally made sure each and every wrestler was here and warming up.

The Accelerator: And what about...

*Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. A woman comes in, holding a stylish laptop with a large screen.*

Deana Barrows: Ahhh, good! You guys all know, well, Dad, you may not know... this is Victoria, she's one of our advertising designers for the show.

The Accelerator: Nice to meet you, dear.

Victoria: Hi. I don't want to bother any of you, but we just finished our promotional material for the Warriors of the Ring Tournament.

Deana Barrows: Great! Let's see it!

*Victoria turns the laptop their direction, with the camera moving to get a clear view of the image.*

Hunter Barrows: Wow!

Deana Barrows: It's perfect!

*Jonathan Barrows appears to be speechless.*

The Accelerator: I like the way it was designed, but you guys didn't need to put an old-timer like me on the poster...

Deana Barrows: You're the one who created The Warriors of the Ring tournament, Dad! It's your legacy, and we want you honored for it, right, guys?

*Hunter nods his head enthusiastically. Jonathan still appears to be speechless.*

The Accelerator: Man... you guys are going to make this boyo cry... thanks, really...

*Deana gives her dad another hug. The camera focuses on Jonathan Barrows, who looks like he's trying to plaster on a smile for the occasion. We go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: I love that they're recognizing Ace's contributions to the GCWA!

Hood: Well, yeah, but... why not pictures of all the wrestlers? Or even maybe Jonathan Barrows standing there? The GCWA wouldn't still be on the air after nearly a year without his work...

Rockwell: Maybe, but he wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for Ace...

Hood: What, we're going to give him credit for his seed working?

Rockwell: Yeah, let's not get into that. The fact is that the tournament is already heating up, and I can't wait to see all the competition coming our way... next week! But for now, let's go to the ring for tonight's opening contest!

Singles Match
Vincent Langston (0-2) vs. Aaron Warthog (4-15)

Minos: Our first 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 has been really focused on Lord Allton as of late, blaming him as well as Anderson Haze for costing him the Outsiders United X-Division Title.

Hood: Well, he got some revenge, and I hope he's proud of himself. Tackling a guy in a wheelchair, what an asshole!

Rockwell: I don't normally defend Warthog, Hood, but Allton DID get involved in Warthog's matches.

Hood: So that gives Warthog the right to beat up someone who's handicapped?

Rockwell: Allton IS a wrestler for Outsiders. He's even holding a championship!

Hood: This changes nothing...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 230 lbs... from Washington D.C.... here is Vincent "The Legend" Langston!!

*"I Am Legend" echoes through the arena, followed by the build-up of the music. The claps and heavy beat are joined by lasers and flashing lights as the music blasts out. Vincent Langston walks out on the stage, a stoic look on his face as he walks towards the ring. He jumps over the ropes, lands in the ring, and lets out a loud yell to the crowd, before turning back to his corner.*

Rockwell: Langston's not surprisingly upset at what happened at Crescendo.

Hood: You mean him taking the loss to Ed Houston? Yeah, I'd be upset too.

Rockwell: I think the larger reason is the fact that the referee may have been against Langston, to help Houston win.

Hood: Hey, Barrows told Langston to take the honorable fall. He should have just done it, rather than having to do things the hard way.

Rockwell: Well, tonight, I don't see anyone telling Langston to drop to Warthog, which should be VERY bad news to Warthog.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Let's get things started!

Hood: Two guys who need a win, who's getting the victory?

*Warthog, already steaming, runs out of the corner, charging at Langston, possibly thinking of catching him by surprise with the Stampede (Spear/Tackle)! But Langston's already on the move, dodging to the right, with Warthog stopping his momentum by grabbing the ropes in the corner. He turns back to where Langston has positioned himself in a defensive stance, looking to get in the first shot and take control. Warthog comes after him again, trying to use his bulk to drive Langston back as they lock up. But Langston, surprisingly, twists it around, lifting Warthog up in the air and bodyslamming him!!! Warthog arches his back, not used to the discomfort of getting slammed like that. He struggles back up, grabbing for Langston, who AGAIN picks Warthog up in the air and effortlessly slams him back down!! Warthog rolls away, dropping off the apron and falling to his knees, looking a little shook up as he looks over the apron's edge at the Legend, who has gone back into his defensive stance, ready to go.*

Rockwell: What a display of power from the Legend!

Hood: He just dead-lifted 330 pounds... twice!

Rockwell: Langston's power can never be questioned. He's a big guy, but he's even stronger than he looks!

*After listening to the referee do a short count, Warthog finally pulls himself back into the ring. He's reconsidering things now after what's happened, seeing Langston in a new light. He walks forward, talking to Langston, apparently debating the facts of his strength. He raises a hand in the air, a universal challenge for a test of strength! Langston immediately agrees, reaching up and wrapping hands with Warthog on one side, and then the other. The two press against each other, with Warthog trying to get the advantage with a step inside, using his knee to try and throw Langston off-balance. But Langston just readjusts, keeping himself in position, and slowly but surely he's starting to reverse Warthog's hands, putting the pressure on. Warthog fights desperately, but he can't stop Langston's momentum, as he's dropped down to his knees with his fingers all twisted, crying out in pain from the hold! Langston takes Warthog all the way to the mat, and then throws in a stomp on Warthog's fingers for good measure, doing more damage!*

Hood: I know Warthog likes to think of himself as a strong guy, but he needs to stop testing Langston...

Rockwell: Yeah, it's definitely not working out for him right now.

Hood: Maybe he should challenge Langston to a hot-dog eating contest. He might stand a better chance.

*Langston watches Warthog carefully as the big man tries to beg off, working across the mat to pull himself up using the ropes. He shakes his head at Langston, then turns and looks at the referee, pointing to him. The referee, confused, raises his hands, but Warthog again points at him, saying something about making sure he wins. Langston, immediately suspicious, turns to the referee, who backs off, denying any collusion with Warthog. Langston grabs the ref by the shirt, pulling him in close, with the ref saying that he's got nothing to do with this, but that he'll disqualify Langston if he keeps this up. Langston glances over at Warthog, who couldn't hide the smile on his face until it was too late. Langston drops the referee, immediately turning and rushing at a surprised Warthog, smashing into him with a running knee!! Warthog staggers back to the ropes, thrown off, and Langston's right back on him, picking Warthog up to take him over with a gutwrench suplex!! Warthog's dog, as Langston turns and reluctantly apologizes to the ref.*

Hood: What was all that about?

Rockwell: I think Warthog was trying to be 'clever' again. If Langston would have shoved the ref and gotten DQ'ed, that's another win for Warthog!

Hood: I always like the way he comes up with plans. I just can't say much for his usual execution of them.

*Warthog struggles up, trying to figure out what to do next, but Langston's not going to give him any more time for hijinx. He attacks, taking Warthog down with a spinning neckbreaker!! Warthog looks stunned, even as Langston twists around and applies a cross armbreaker submission, working over Warthog's arm with all his force! Warthog is immediately crying out, hating the feeling of his shoulder nearly being taken out of its socket. He kicks his feet, probably not realizing how close they were to the ropes until he manages to hit them, with the referee immediately calling for the break. Langston, having expected this, gets up and drags Warthog with him. He locks Warthog into place and drops him with a Russian legsweep, landing Warthog near the center of the ring. Warthog tries to crawl away, but he's not going anywhere, as Langston steps around him and drops, locking onto Warthog once again. This time, though, it's the No Peace submission (Crossface)!!!*

Rockwell: No Peace, and nowhere for Warthog to run!

Hood: Hey, that move's been declared illegal!

Rockwell: Only apparently for that one match at Crescendo, Hood, and that's still controversial...

Hood: But he...

*Suddenly, "Dangerous" by Within Temptation begins to play, earning the boos from the crowd. Everyone turns towards the entryway as Jonathan Barrows makes his way out of the back, storming angrily to the ring. The referee, seeing his boss coming, turns his attention to him, gulping audibly at the look on the co-owner's face. Barrows gets up on the apron and starts talking with the ref, angrily demanding something, with the referee raising his arms. Meanwhile, Warthog is now tapping rapidly, but there's no call, so Langston drops the hold, deeply annoyed.*

Rockwell: Langston had the win, but Barrows just screwed him... again!

Hood: We have to be consistent, Adrian! If the move wasn't legal at Crescendo, it's not legal now!

Rockwell: That's not what the rules say!

Hood: But that's what Barrows says, and that's all that matters!

*Langston angrily storms over to Barrows and the referee, with Barrows raising his hands to him and saying that he's just got to follow the rules. The referee backs off, even as Barrows orders Langston to just wrestle without his finisher, saying that Langston has to be able to win without it, right? Langston turns away, looking back at the recovering Warthog. He seems to think it over... and then he turns, nailing Barrows with a right hand!!! Barrows falls off the apron, landing hard on the outside, as Langston turns to the referee. The ref begs off, not wanting any, and Langston just shakes his head. He glances at Warthog one more time, before turning and leaving the ring, stepping over the recovering Barrows as he walks down the aisle. The referee, confused, looks at Warthog, who can't quite talk yet. But he gestures for a count, and the referee begins.*

Hood: Langston's leaving!

Rockwell: I guess he didn't want to deal with any more bullshit from the Barrows!

Hood: He might as well leave, because he's fired as soon as Jonathan clears his head!

*The ref continues to count, but Langston shows no sign of coming back. He stops on the ramp, looking at the audience, who give the Legend a final cheer. He then walks away, through the entryway. Back in the ring, the referee finishes the count, waving for the bell, as Warthog groggily pulls himself up and raises a wobbly fist in the air.*

Minos: Here is your winner, via Countout... Aaron Warthog!!

Rockwell: Warthog gets the victory, but only because Langston decided he was done!

Hood: A win is a win, Adrian! And it's a big one for Mr. Warthog!

*The referee walks over and holds up Warthog's hand, as Aaron has a huge smile on his face. The smile slowly fades, though, as Warthog suddenly falls forward to the mat, taking the referee with him! Fortunately, the ref didn't end up underneath the heavyweight, as he signals for someone to come help the wrestler. Outside the ring, Jonathan Barrows is back on his feet, rubbing his jaw. He doesn't seem too angry with what's gone down, as this might have been exactly what he wanted. We cut out.*

*We cut outside to the doorway of the Garden of Betrayal. We see Ed Houston in front of the door, clutching a piece of paper. He glances over it and proceeds to enter the greenhouse. The Garden is a serene sight. Houston looks around and sees Zybala tending to some flowers. Houston walks over and pats Zybala on the shoulder. Zybala turns around and smiles. Zybala offers a handshake, which Houston accepts.*

Zybala: Ed! Always a pleasure. Thank you for accepting my invitation.

Houston: No problem, Zybala. I always enjoy the chance to come out to the greenhouse. I hope this meeting is a lot less tense than last time I was here. What's on your mind?

*Zybala starts to walk, motioning for Ed to follow. He does and takes in the beautiful scenery.*

Zybala: First off, congrats on winning the Golden Opportunity. I know that there were some shenanigans involved but you won regardless. You can now challenge any champion you want; save for the world title. You can even go after me and have a rematch of a few weeks ago. You can also choose to go after ANY Outsiders champion. Have you given any thought about who you wish to go after yet?

Houston: Honestly I haven't given it much thought. Alabama was pretty traumatic so I've been taking it easier since I got back. I know what a big decision this is. I could shake up the GCWA Universe. I have like big bang power right now.

*Zybala leans towards a Bush and plucks a tropical flower. He hands the flower to Houston and continues walking.*

Zybala: You do have that power. Might I suggest something? Do a move nobody suspects. You have proven that you can earn any singles belt by yourself, so why not go for the tag belts? It would be so unexpected that you would shake the very foundation of the tag division. It's an almost guaranteed win. On an unrelated note, I have a business proposal for you. A partnership if you will. I don't know how much merchandising you did with your smash hit "Meteor 2" but I have a team already in the beta processing of designing a video game based off of the movie. All we would need is your okay. Obviously you would get the lion's share of the profits. Maybe enough to make a "Meteor 3"........??

*Zybala leaves the question hanging in the air. Ed ponders before answering.*

Houston: Now that is interesting and quite honestly something that I never thought about. Duce Jones could be another name crossed off on my OCW revenge tour.

Zybala: And what better way to get revenge than taking his newly won tag team titles?

*Ed taps the flower.*

Houston: You might be onto something Zybala. But then I have to find a tag team partner.

Zybala: I would be more than honoured to be your partner. We've always worked so well in the past. Let's face it, this is all just about getting PS 5s.. I mean...tag team gold. Duce and his brother are merely there....to serve as transitional champs...

Houston: Well, Zybala you've definitely given me a lot to think about. Get me a copy of that Meteor 2 game. I have a feeling that we'll be talking again very soon.

*Zybala and Houston make their way to the door as we go to commercial.*

*The GCWA crowd is buzzing. WARRIORS OF THE RING IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER - in six weeks or so...or, well, next week. I GUESS IT DEPENDS ON HOW YOU DEFINE IT. Anyway. The fans are buzzing, like bees. Most are excited. A few, concerned. Most notably those wearing MUSTARD FACTORY SHIRTS. I mean, seriously. What kind of tomfuckery is this? And, at that moment, AS IF ON CUE... "Pure Water" by MUSTARD begins to play. The fans go wild! It's a new song...but after a giant, wet SQUIRT fills the arena, fans know to whom this theme belongs - The Mustard Factory! They jump up chanting "MUS-TARD! MUS-TARD!"*

Rockwell: The Mustard Factory is back!

Hood: Ruining a pretty decent song.

*Jack Puffer and Curt Canon appear - together. They hang their heads, descending ever-so-slowly down the ramp. Curt is about to hop onto the apron. Puffer is about to run up the steps...but they shake their heads...hanging them even lower...and depressingly walk up the steps, somehow managing to slip through the ropes.*

Rockwell: They don't appear very happy.

Hood: They have to fight each other. Rumor has it stablemates don't like that.

*The Good Detective manages to get his fairly limp hand around a mic. Canon leans over the top rope, shaking his head, dismayed. Puffer speaks.*

Jack Puffer: *sigh*

*The fans chant "PUFFER!" He brings the mic back to his lips.*

Jack Puffer: *sigh*

Rockwell: He's having trouble speaking, Hood.

Hood: Can we cut to a commercial...any commercial will do.

*For a third time, the mic finds his lips.*

Jack Puffer: *le sigh*

*The crowd 'awws'...they feel empathy for the Good Detective. Canon turns around and walks over, placing a friendly arm around Puffer. This seems to give him the fuel to push forward.*

Jack Puffer: It started so great. The Mustard Factory...returning to GCWA, ready to right the wrongs from Ultimate Survival. We've been training. We've been building. We've been cooking. We're ready. But then...the matchups were drawn.

*The crowd boos as the image of Puffer vs. Canon appears on the GCWA screen.*

Jack Puffer: Well, you all see it. It doesn't matter how good we are...a Mustard Factory member is guaranteed to go out in the first round. Curt...my friend...I just...I don't know what I'm going to do.

*Puffer hands the mic to Curt.*

Curt Canon: This is probably the 6th or 7th worst day of my life. I was enjoying retirement ya know? Then there is a tournament here, a survival match there. Some guy walks into my bar, and all of a sudden Alice Knight is making mustard and boop! I have a new group of friends, a new family. A new family that is at risk of getting torn apart by the men in the suits. This isn't just a conspiracy, oh no This is probably the biggest conspiracy in the history of professional wrestling. Jack Puffer vs Curt Canon......nobody wants to see this.

*Puffer nods, agreeing.*

Jack Puffer: So, that's why we came out here...to show unity. We are officially stating that our match is cancelled. We will NOT let the Barrows family tear us apart. It was 50 years ago today when mayo ripped through the very fabric that was mustard domination. It's taken us 50 years to get back to a point where we are once again competitive. We will NOT fall back. Jack Puffer and Curt Canon are hereby bowing out of the tournament...

*The fans boo. They aren't hateful boos...moreso boos expressing disappointment. Puffer and Canon apologize to the fans.*

Jack Puffer: Seriously you guys, you need to look beyond next week. This is for the greater good. It is!

*The fans are still upset.*

Curt Canon: I hate to see our fans so upset.

*Puffer nods.*

Jack Puffer: But, you know what this does? It gives some other great competitors a chance to advance all the way to the Pay Per View! Mustardtron 25000, show us who we'd be facing if one of us advanced...

*Puffer points at the GCWA Screen, which he's apparently renamed. The name Sweet Roxy pops up. Puffer and Canon are confused.*

Jack Puffer: I...I have no idea who that is. How about you, Curt. Do you know who SWEET Roxy is?

Curt Canon: Sweet Roxy. Yeah, I have heard of her. One night during my retirement I was home alone. Just sitting there a few highlifes deep, a plate loaded with hot dogs and Ketc....mustard. I was bored, I was lonely, my laptop was there and already opened. I loaded up my favorite web page and that is how I heard of Sweet Roxy.

*Puffer seems confused. Canon winks at him. Puffer is still confused. Canon wiggles his eyebrows. Puffer is STILL confused. Canon makes a circle with one hand and penetrates it with the index finger from the other. Puffer's eyes widen.*

Jack Puffer: Ohhhh!! I got ya! Well, we can't very well let a harlot, a trollop advance to the pay per view via a bye...she probably spends most of her evenings in the struggle buggy, if you know what I mean.

*Canon shakes his head and says "I don't".*

Jack Puffer: Anyway...I'm sure this next person will defeat her and be worthy of that second-round bye. Who we got?

*Lucas Thames appears on the screen.*

Jack Puffer: Hmm...Canon? Thoughts?

Curt Canon: Well so this one time in my younger days I used to go to this bar and there was always a guy named Lucas there. He was definitely more of a Brad/Chad even though Kyle oozed out of his pores.

*Puffer looking more confused than before.*

Jack Puffer: So you used to be drinking buddies with this guy?.

Curt Canon: What? No, that guys last name was Friel. What the hell is a Lucas Thames?!?!

*Puffer shrugs. Canon shrugs. Puffer shrugs. Canon shrugs. They pause. Both men shrug.*

Jack Puffer: Well, all I can say about Lucas Thames is that he has the same name as Lukas Emery and, well, we can't let a narcoleptic get too deep in this tourney. Curt, my dear, dear Curt...I think one of us has to advance. For GCWA's sake.

*Puffer offers to lay down. Canon offers to lay down. Suddenly, a loud voice fills the arena...which is turned a mustardy yellow.*

Loud Voice: Curt. Jack.

*Curt and Jack pause, looking around. Is this the voice of a higher power?*

Voice: it is I, Colonel Mustard.

*Everyone gasps.*

Colonel Mustard: Yes. That Colonel Mustard. I've been watching your Factory for months now and, I've got to say, you two have done more for Mustard than anyone in the history of the seed.

*Jack and Canon nod saying 'thanks, colonel mustard!'*

Colonel Mustard: And, I understand the concern over facing one another. But...think about this, my seedlings. A match, at the Mustard Factory, showcasing what Mustard is all about...competitive nature...competitive fire...the true meaning of the sport!

*Jack looks at Canon. Curt looks at Puffer.*

Colonel Mustard: No shenanigans. No tomfoolery. Just a good, competitive match where the best seedling wins. Iron sharpens iron, my boys. Sharpen each other next Friday...at the Mustard Factory.

*Colonel Mustard's presence vanishes...as does the yellow lighting. The fans stand up, clapping. They chant "Yes! Yes!"*

Jack Puffer: Well...

Curt Canon: I mean...

*Jack extends his hand. Curt accepts. The crowd goes wild.*

Jack Puffer: Next Friday from the Mustard Factory it will be Jack Puffer taking on Curt Canon! A showcase of mustard...of friendship...and, of competition!

*Fans are going wild, spraying mustard everywhere.*

Curt Canon: Oh, and I'll put my title on the line.

Jack Puffer: Title?

Curt Canon: I'll explain later.

*"Pure Water" by Mustard hits! Puffer and Curt exit the ring together...a show of unity before their epic battle takes place next Friday on Inferno from the Mustard Factory.*

Rockwell: Thanks to Colonel Mustard, we've still got a great opening round match between Curt Canon and Jack Puffer!

Hood: Remember when the GCWA was just standard wrestling?

Rockwell: Nope!

Hood: Neither do I. Let's just get to the next match!

Singles Match
Chelsea LeClair (0-0) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (8-28-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... coming down the aisle... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Dallas, Texas... here is Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn!!

*The fans start cheering, always loving the underdog, as "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor begins to play. Peter Vaughn walks out on the stage, carrying his trusty mop. He shakes it to the beat of the song, trying to get himself fired up. He heads for the ring, giving a few fans a high five with the mop.*

Rockwell: Vaughn got involved this weekend in the Zybala/Thomas match, once again fighting for Zybala's side.

Hood: He shares some of the blame for the travesty that happened on Sunday.

Rockwell: I'm sure Vaughn is pretty proud of that blame. He doesn't get to appear on PPV that often.

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'6" and weighing 128 lbs... from Ocean City, New Jersey... here is Chelsea LeClair!!

*"Chelsea" by STEFY hits and the fans cheer as Chelsea LeClair walks through the curtains, poised, confident and determined to make things happen in this match as she begins to walk down the aisle. She soaks in some cheers a bit as she gets to ringside and at this point, she's all business as she slides into the ring. Soaking things in a bit more, she climbs up the corner to the second rope with a smile, a fist raised in the air and a quick point to the crowd before she hops back down to the corner, leans against it and waits for the match to begin.*

Rockwell: chelsea has had a major career rebirth as of late, that led her to be the runner-up of the Manifest Destiny tournament.

Hood: Yeah, but does she really think that's going to lead her to success in Warriors of the Ring?

Rockwell: Well, she had recent experience in a tournament format, so you'd think that would help...

Hood: We'll see. I'm not sure I'm buying it yet.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Well, let's see how she does against The Janitor!

Hood: That depends on whether or not Vaughn even fights her...

*Vaughn looks tentative as he comes out to meet LeClair at the center of the ring. LeClair looks calm and confident, ready to lock up, but Vaughn's not too sure. He takes a deep breath, determined to try and put aside years of being indoctrinated into not fighting a woman. He seems to force himself past it, stepping forward to lock up with LeClair. LeClair twists into a headlock, with Vaughn immediately struggling to get free. He pushes LeClair off, then steps towards her, only for LeClair to reverse back into a headlock again, this time getting a takeover to put Vaughn on the mat! Vaughn pushes himself back up, trying to get back in it. LeClair meets him, going for a reverse neckbreaker, but Vaughn twists out of it and manages to get behind LeClair, wrapping his arms around her as if for a belly-to-back suplex. But Vaughn then realizes where he is and immediately lets go, jumping backwards away from LeClair and falling backwards into the corner, looking scared!*

Rockwell: Vaughn nearly had here there, but he spooked himself!

Hood: What's wrong with him? Women need to be treated as equals in wrestling!

Rockwell: I fully agree with you there, Hood.

Hood: Kick her ass, Vaughn!

*LeClair looks a little puzzled at Vaughn's actions. He appears to be apologizing to her, not wanting to get too 'friendly' with her. LeClair doesn't let it bother her. She just waves Vaughn on, wanting to continue the pace of the match. Vaughn nods and comes in, trying for another lock-up, but LeClair catches him off-balance and twists him down into a schoolboy... 1... 2... and Vaughn barely kicks out in time! Both wrestlers jump up, with LeClair immediately going up and catching Vaughn with a jumping cutter!! Vaughn's down, with LeClair springing back to her feet. She points to the turnbuckle, getting some cheers as she grabs Vaughn by the head and hauls him up. Vaughn struggles for a second, but LeClair's already taking both of them to the turnbuckle, landing a tornado DDT!! Vaughn could be out, with LeClair making the cover... 1... 2... but Vaughn somehow gets a shoulder barely off the ground, saving himself. As LeClair sits up, there can be seen a group in the GCWA audience raising signs and cheering for her.*

Rockwell: LeClair has a bit of a cheering section over there.

Hood: What makes Leclair so special?

Rockwell: We haven't had a lot of female representation in the GCWA over the last year, Hood. Now we've got Orton-Cross, we've got LeClair, we've got Maki...

Hood: So we're going to get more female fans?

Rockwell: Most likely...

Hood: I can't see anything wrong with that...

*Vaughn doesn't look like he really wants to continue, as he's pretty out of it. But possibly due to the training from Zybala & Thames, he starts to get up anyways. Watching from the side, LeClair comes in, grabbing hold of Vaughn in order to put him out with a double knee backbreaker! But Vaughn manages to break free, the momentum causing him to stumble through the ropes and drop to the outside!! It was a barely controlled landing, as The Janitor ended up on his hands and knees before recovering. He straightens up, trying to draw on all the wisdom he's learned in the business as of late. He turns back, listening to the referee's count, but not noticing that LeClair has run to the ropes on the other side and is on her way back, leaping up and out with a suicide plancha!!! The crowd cheers loudly as the high-risk move pays off, with LeClair taking Vaughn down outside the ring!! LeClair gets back up to her feet, feeling the energy of the crowd as they get behind her.*

Rockwell: LeClair has no problems taking risks in there!

Hood: Is it really worthwhile to do moves like that against a wimp like Vaughn?

Rockwell: It's fully worth it if you don't miss!

*LeClair has Vaughn back up now, rolling the weakened man into the ring and climbing onto the apron. She waits patiently as Vaughn slowly struggles back to his feet, looking around in confusion as to why the assault has stopped. Vaughn suddenly seems to realize that he's in danger as he starts to turn, but LeClair's already springing herself up over the ropes and crashing into him with a springboard crossbody!! Both hit the mat, with LeClair putting aside the pin attempt to instead hurry towards the turnbuckle. She makes her ascension with ease, getting to the top where she stares down at Vaughn for a moment before turning away from him. She then takes flight, flipping gracefully through the air with CANCELLED (Corkscrew Moonsault)!!! She lands it perfectly, straight onto Vaughn, who is immediately knocked senseless from the hit. LeClair stays on top for the cover, with the referee sliding into position... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Chelsea LeClair!!

Rockwell: An impressive debut for LeClair as she takes down The Janitor!

Hood: Call me when she beats someone with a more dangerous nickname...

Rockwell: A win's a win, Hood, as you said earlier tonight...

Hood: Sure, sure. She gets a notch in her belt. But it's in the tournament where she really will have to prove herself...

Rockwell: And here's hoping she does so!

*LeClair climbs up the turnbuckle, getting to the second rope as she once again raises a fist in the air and points to the cheering crowd. They seem very excited to have seen her in action, especially the cheering section off to the right. Vaughn's still down, as the referee checks on him. He raises his head, asking the referee about if he did anything improper, and the ref quickly assures him that it was all fine. Vaughn, relieved, drops back to the canvas, immediately out of it again.*

*We cut outside to the doorway of the Garden of Betrayal. We see Aaron Warthog standing in front of the door, clutching a piece of paper. He glances over it and proceeds to enter the greenhouse. The Garden is as lovely as ever. Warthog looks around and sees Zybala tending to some flowers. Warthog walks over and clears his throat. Zybala looks up and smiles. Zybala stands up and offers a handshake, but Warthog refuses.*

Warthog: I got your dumb note. What do you want?

Zybala: Mr. Warthog, I simply wanted to have a chat. Care to take a walk with me?

*Zybala starts to walk with a reluctant Warthog following.*

Zybala: I wanted to thank you personally for helping me even the odds at Crescendo.

Warthog: Helping you? I just saw Lord Allton sitting there all smug and...

Zybala: And you Stampeded him right off the stage. I know you don't think kindly of me....

*Zybala trails off as he picks a nearby flower and hands it to Warthog.*

Zybala: I also know that you would like revenge against Allton for costing you the Outsiders United X-Division title to Anderson Haze...

*Warthog's fists tighten, before slowly releasing again. He looks to be having trouble controlling his temper.*

Warthog: One Stampede wasn't enough. If I ever see him in that damn clown make-up, I'll show him that I won't be experiencing any coulrophobia.

*Zybala looks surprised that Warthog even knows that word. He probably looked it up when he started having problems with Allton. The surprise quickly passes as Zybala smiles again.*

Zybala: That's good you feel that way, because I think it's high time that you two face off in the ring. I'm working on some specifics, but I can assure you that at least one title will be on the line. How does that sound? Aaron Warthog, former X-Division champion, future X-Factor champ?

*Warthog thinks about it for a few seconds. He really wants to get his hands on Allton, as well as Haze. He stares at the flower he's holding.*

Warthog: Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but what do you get out of this?

Zybala: All I get is to prove that Outsiders is a great promotion. That it is the best place for up and coming wrestlers to hone their skills. I just want all my guys and gals to show that they aren't to be taken lightly. Plus, I see something special in you. Besides, it's all about you and I getting X-Box X1s.

*Zybala then puts his arm around the large shoulders of Warthog as we cut away again.*

*We come back from the break to a match already in progress. Two unknown wrestlers are in the ring, going at it, with the fans watching will ill-disguised anticipation at what's to come.*

Rockwell: Welcome back, folks! We still have our intermission match going on, as Jimmy Highpants is trying to take down his arch-rival, Skirts McGee...

Hood: Can you have arch-rivals if you're never on television? These guys don't even rate Outsiders!

Rockwell: Well, you never know, Hood. They could be the future of the company!

Hood: Yeah... right...

*We see Highpants managing to get a hip toss on McGee, who lands a little awkwardly. The man rubs the back of his head and slowly gets up to face Highpants again. But during the middle of the match, all lights in the arena cut off. A strange noise starts to echo through the arena, before the scratched guitars of Slipknot's Tattered and Torn begins to play. Just as the vocals "KILL ME" hit, a red spotlight shines on the entrance. Standing there is a younger man. His face painted as a half skull, tattoos covering his body. He is wearing a hoodie, sleeves ripped off, but the hood is up. He stands there, looking down at his feet, his hands folded in front of him as the music blares through the arena.*

Rockwell: What is this?

Hood: This is probably what the fans were expecting!

*The man slowly makes his way to the ring, still looking down, the red spotlight the only source of light in the entire arena. He stops at the end of the entrance ramp, his hands still folded. He slowly looks up, as he does the lights in the arena flash back on. Standing behind him is a larger man, red mask, draped in what seems to be blood. The smaller man points to the ring. The larger man storms into the ring, attacking Highpants and McGee!! The two are quickly demolished, to the fans' delight. The smaller man stands outside the ring, on the ramp. He now has a mic in his hand*

Lucian Rage - I am... The Son of Rage..... And I bring with me... Myzery for the entire GCWA....

*The larger man, who we now know as Myzery, almost decapitates Highpants with a clothesline, before turning his attention to McGee once more.*

Lucian Rage - Why, you ask, are we here? We are here to bring reckoning against those who sinned against my father.

*Myzery takes McGee up in the air and slings him into the corner. He charges in, nailing him with a spear in the corner. He lifts McGee onto his shoulders and stands in the middle of the ring.*

Lucian Rage - Today.... Marks the end... We will bring the entire GCWA crumbling to the ground. The Reckoning is upon you....

*Myzery spins the man, slamming him while hitting a leg drop. The lights start to flicker again, then go out as Tattered and Torn finishes playing.*

Rockwell: We're going to need a clean-up crew for Highpants and McGee...

Hood: I gotta admit, that Myzery is a terrifying force...

Rockwell: But Lucian won't be able to have him do his dirty work in the tournament. He'll have to take on Anderson Haze one on one.

Hood: Haze probably should watch his back until their match...

Outsiders United X-Division Title Match
Anderson Haze(c) (5-6) vs. Rogue Daniels (2-2)

*We cut back to ringside and the fans explode with cheers as Belvedere and Mitch walk out from behind the curtain. It's Outsiders time, baby! Mitch is high fiving everyone he can as Belvedere is more composed. He is the polar opposite of Mitch. Both men get in the ring as Hood leaves the announce table. Zybala comes running out to the ring and hands Belvedere a note. Zybala then goes to the announce table and sits next to Rockwell.*

Rockwell: Welcome to another Outsiders match, everyone. I'm joined as always by Unified X-Division champion Mike Zybala. Mike, always a pleasure to have you and congratulations on retaining your title.

Zybala: Thanks Adrian. It's good to be here calling exciting Outsiders action. Will Haze defend his X-Division belt like I did? Or will Daniels be able upset the champion? Let's take it to Belvedere!!

*Belvedere opens the note from Zybala and reads it. He wrinkles his nose in disgust, but does his job with dignity.*

Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen! The following Outsiders match is scheduled for one fall!

Fans/Yardies: ONE FALL!!

Belvedere: It is for the Outsiders United X-Division title...... and per orders of Mike Zybala, this match will be contested under Fast Times at Ridgemont High rules! Neither competitor can pin their opponent until they have smoked two "bowls" of marijuana...

*The fans lose their minds at this prospect. Even Mitch is ecstatic! To celebrate, he pulls a blunt and light from his pocket, lights it up, and starts to smoke.*

Rockwell: And apparently we will have our first pot smoking match in GCWA. If I remember correctly, this used to be a match stipulation in OCW?

Zybala: That's right, Adrien. I figured since Mr. Barrows gave me full control over Outsiders matches, why not bring back this fan favorite match?

Rockwell: Something tells me Barrows might be out here soon, once he sees this...

Zybala: Of course! Who wouldn't want to watch this?

Belvedere: First, the challenger. He is standing at 5'7" and weighing 167 lbs... from Pensacola, Florida... he is a member of Future Shock... Here is "The Killswitch" Rogue Daniels!!

*The lights circle the arena in and out until the beat drops. Rogue Daniels comes out with grey and black camo pants with a shirt that says "Killswitch" with a knife on it once the beat drops. He comes out with a serious face as he walks down to the ring while lip syncing the song. The lights continue to circle the arena while blue and white lights slowly flash the ring. As he gets to the steps, he stomps on them before getting on the apron. As the first "Kill your masters" lyric comes on, Rogue Daniels climbs the middle turnbuckle and looks at the crowd while sliding his thumb by his throat signifying a knife as the lights that flash the ring turn red. He then hops down and walks to his corner crouched waiting for his opponent. The music dies down and Belvedere continues.*

Belvedere: And his opponent. He is standing at 5'9" and weighing 220 lbs... Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts... He is your Outsiders United X-Division champion! This is Anderson Haze!!

*The lights go out for the first part of the song. 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. He raises the plastic title high above his head with pride for a moment before charging 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. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and hands the title to Mitch. Mitch holds it up for all to see before handing it to Belvedere; already outside of the ring. A stage hand comes running out with several packed bowls and leaves two and a lighter in each corner. Mitch eyes the pot lustfully but fights his urges. He calls for the bell and the match is underway!*

Zybala: Here we go folks! The first Fast Times match in GCWA history!

Rockwell: How well do you think it will go? Pot usually calms people down. How will that affect the match?

Zybala: Worst case scenario; they don't fight and get into a debate about movie theories or some shit.

*Haze walks over to Daniels and offers him a hand shake. Daniels eyes it suspiciously but accepts. Haze quickly pulls on Daniels' arm and lifts him up on his shoulders! Haze goes for a quick Haze Effect, but Daniels counters by landing on his feet. Daniels spins around, quickly going for Lights Out! Haze backs up, barely avoiding the hit. The opponents stare at each other as the fans applaud in approval. Haze charges forward with a spear, but Daniels leaps over him, grabs Haze's trunks and rolls him up for a pin. Mitch doesn't even bother to go for a count. Daniels sees this and releases Haze and angrily approaches Mitch, asking what the fuck. Mitch simply points at the bowls in the corner.*

Zybala: Rogue already forgot the main rule of the match. Get high before you go for the win.

Rockwell: A simple rule. One that Haze looks like he remembered. He has already made his way to a corner!

*Haze has found his way to a bowl and picks it up along with a lighter. He sniffs the bowl while Daniels is still arguing with Mitch. Mitch moves past Daniels and goes over to Haze to get a whiff of the pot. Daniels is flabbergasted that this is actually part of the match. Haze turns his nose up in disgust and hands the bowl to Mitch. Never one to turn down free weed, Mitch goes to a corner and starts to light up. Haze and Daniels then leave the ring and go over to Zybala. They complain about not knowing about this stipulation beforehand. Zybala apologizes and grabs a nearby microphone.*

Zybala: Due to the concerns of the wrestlers this match will be changed to a No Holds Barred match! Mitch, the pot is all yours!

*Mitch is ecstatic as the fans cheer. They still get a match. Haze and Daniels look at each other and start brawling in front of the announce table! They're throwing lefts and rights as they fight all around the ring. Haze gets the upper hand and whips Daniels into the ring steps. Daniels connects hard as his back slams into the steel. Haze moves to continue the assault, but is met with a punch to gut courtesy of Daniels. Daniels gets up, and tries to slam Haze's head into the steps. Haze gets his foot on the steps to stop the attack, and tries to do the same to Daniels, who also blocks. Haze looks to his side and sees a spent bowl of pot, the ashes still smoking a little. Haze grabs the bowl and tosses the ashes in the face of Daniels! The fans boo as a screaming Daniels paws at his face, trying to get rid of the hot ash.*

Rockwell: Unconventional tactics in what started as an unconventional match.

Zybala: Haze is showing he's willing to do anything to keep that plastic over his shoulder.

Rockwell: Are you ever going to update the belt?

Zybala: Pfft! No. That would force me to raise the ticket prices! I think about the fans more than my wallet.

Rockwell: But don't the Barrows get the money from...

Zybala: It's all about the fans!

*Haze starts digging under the ring and the fans cheer as he pulls out a table! He lifts it and slides it into the ring. He turns back to Daniels, who is rummaging under the ring as well. Haze pulls at him and gets a face full of spray! He staggers backwards, hacking and coughing as Daniels stands up holding a fire extinguisher! Daniels sprays Haze again! Daniels charges at Haze and clocks him in the head with the extinguisher!*

Zybala: Haze is out! We might have a new champion!

Rockwell: All Daniels has to do is get Haze in the ring to pin him!

*Daniels tosses the fire extinguisher to the side and struggles to pick up the dead weight of Haze. Daniels manages to roll Haze into the ring, slides in after him and makes the pin..... Nothing happens. Daniels gets up and looks around for Mitch. He sees him in the corner, giggling as he waves his hand back and forth in front of his face. Daniels storms over and starts yelling at Mitch.*

Rockwell: I think you made a mistake when you said the ref could smoke all the pot....

Zybala: Usually it focuses him. Just how much did he smoke?

Rockwell: I see about three bowls that look like they could be empty.

Zybala: Sweet mother of ganja....

*Daniels waves his arms at Mitch in frustration before turning his attention back to Haze; who is slowly getting back to his feet. Daniels charges at him and shoves him into the corner. He then starts hitting Haze with several different martial arts strikes, trying to soften up his opponent. Daniels backs away to the opposite corner, then runs at Haze! He leaps in the air with a knee strike but Haze ducks! Daniel's knee crashes hard into the turnbuckle! He hobbles around as Haze quickly gets to his feet. Haze turns Daniels to face him, hoists him up, and the fans cheer as Haze drops Daniels with the Haze Effect!! Haze quickly covers Daniels, but again there is no count. Haze looks around and sees Mitch sleeping in the corner. Angrily, he walks over to the sleeping ref and shakes him until Mitch wakes up. Mitch gets to his feet slowly and Haze turns back to a still out cold Daniels. Haze then remembers the table. The crowd's cheers get louder as Haze goes over and grabs the table!*

Zybala: This match officially has wood!!

Rockwell: Must you be so vulgar, Hood?

Zybala: Excuse the shit out of me?!?!

Rockwell: Sorry... force of habit...

*Haze leans the table in the corner. The fans boo as Haze turns around and gets Stampeded through the table!! Aaron Warthog stands up from the wreckage and walks over to Daniels. He grabs Daniels, shoves him on top of Haze, and sits on Daniels to add his own weight to the pin. Mitch drops next to the pile of bodies and goes for the count!*

Mitch: 1......2.......3!!!!

*Mitch calls for the bell as Warthog leaves the ring. The fans boo as Mitch gets the belt and hands it to a now standing Daniels.*

Belvedere: Here is your winner.... and NEW Outsiders United X-Division champion.... ROGUE DANIELS!!!

*Daniels celebrates his win and holds the plastic title high above his head. Zybala storms away from the announce table, yelling about interference again.*

Rockwell: Zybala is NOT happy. Not only did he not get his Fast Times at Ridgemont High match, but Warthog ruined his No Holds Barred match as well. But why was Warthog out here?

*There's a quiet pause, where we see Zybala arguing with a red-eyed Mitch. Warthog has already left the area.*

Rockwell: Right. Hood isn't here. Zybala isn't here. Guess I'm just talking to myself. Well, we know Warthog lost his title to Haze. Maybe he decided that since he got screwed out of the belt, Haze needed to be as well? We'll see what happens with this as we head towards the tournament. Will this affect Haze or Daniels? We'll be back...

*Mitch doesn't seem to care about anything Zybala has to say, as a goofy smile is staying on his face. He comments about the changing colors of Zybala's hair. Zybala shakes his head as we fade out.*

*We return from the break backstage, where the fans cheer as they see Mack O'Connor, the GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, making his way through the hallway. He's got the championship on his shoulder, and a case of beer in his other hand. From behind, we can hear frantic shouting getting closer.*

Voice: Mr. O'Connor! Mr. O'Connor!

*O'Connor stops for a second, as if looking around for a gnat. He shrugs his shoulders and keeps walking, but the voice continues to get closer.*

Voice: Mr. O'Connor! Wait!!

*O'Connor reaches the end of the hallway, finally turning to look back behind him at the jogging form of intrepid GCWA reporter Jones. He catches up with O'Connor, taking a moment to catch his breath.*

Jones: My lord, that's a long hallway!

*O'Connor just raises an eyebrow, waiting. Jones, getting the hint, pulls out his mic.*

Jones: First off, congratulations on your victory on Sunday in that hard-fought match with Chad Varges. Now, though, 32 of the toughest wrestlers in the world are going to compete for a shot at your championship in August. Do you have any words for any of your competition?

*O'Connor smirks, then starts laughing. He shakes his head and walks away, still laughing. Jones, confused, watches him go, deciding not to try chasing him down once again.*

Jones: And there you have it, words from your GCWA World Champion. Back to you guys!

*We return to the announce booth. Hood is chuckling to himself.*

Hood: I swear, Jones keeps getting worse and worse...

Rockwell: So was that a sign of confidence from O'Connor?

Hood: Hey, the guy's beaten Ed Houston, The Big Bifford, PerZag, Chad Vargas... he's already taken down some of the best in the business. Can't blame him for getting cocky.

Rockwell: Well, he'll get to watch over the next several weeks as the challengers are knocked down, one by one...

Tag-Team Match
The Wrath of the Storm (0-5) vs. Sports Entertainment Xpress (Terry Marshall & Space Lord) (1-0)

Minos: It's time for our main event of the evening... this tag-team match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... weighing a combined 420 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... here are Thunder & Lightning... The Wrath of the Storm!!

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder appears on the entryway first, letting out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. Lightning comes walking out behind him, scooting his feet to generate more energy. He moves his fingers to show a spark (nothing is seen). The two men strike a pose together before heading to the ring.*

Rockwell: This is a big night for Wrath of the Storm. Can they finally prove themselves worthy of being in the GCWA?

Hood: I can't believe this is our main event.

Rockwell: It's a post-PPV show, Hood. Deal with it.

Minos: Their opponents... coming into the arena... weighing a combined 596 lbs... here are "Thundering" Terry Marshall and Space Lord... Sports Entertainment Xtreme!!!

*"Space Lord" by Monster Magnet plays, bringing out Space Lord. He runs towards the ring like Tax from the Looney Tunes. Behind him comes Terry Marshall, coming to the ring like the veteran wrestler he is.*

Rockwell: Sports Entertainment Xpress...

Hood: Xtreme.

Rockwell: No, Xpress... they went to a strip club this week, due to the mistaken idea that "Thunder Down Under" meant a movie about "Thundering" Terry Marshall down in Australia.

Hood: Do they really have a guy made of pizza that they eat?

Rockwell: What, you never saw Spaceballs?

Hood: Ahhh, that explains Private Helmet...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Alright, let's get this going!

Hood: Man, I can't wait for the tournament at this point...

*Space Lord is ready to begin things, as he's getting more and more fired up. Marshall stays out of his way as Space Lord moves forward, where Lightning is already scooting his direction. Space Lord stops, confused at Lightning's strange walking habit. Lightning smiles at him, then raises a hand, as if offering a sportsmanlike handshake. The fans are all telling Space Lord not to do it, but the powerhouse pays no attention, reaching out and grabbing Lightning's hand. A tiny electric spark can barely be seen between them (if you're really looking), with Space Lord bringing his hand back and staring at it. Lightning raises his arms, sensing victory as he landed The Shock!! Space Lord turns back, walking over to Marshall and asking if this is something he should be concerned with. Marshall shakes his head, saying it's nothing, so Space Lord nods... and charges back at Lightning, crashing into him with a shoulder tackle!! Lightning gets up, only to get smashed by another shoulder tackle, as Space Lord is now running wild!*

Rockwell: The Shock didn't work on Space Lord!

Hood: It doesn't work on anyone!

Rockwell: I think it worked on Thunder once...

*Lightning is in bad shape already, as Space Lord has him up in the air with a gorilla press! After a few times thrown in the air, Space Lord slams Lightning down with pure power, leaving Lightning struggling to roll away in pain. Space Lord doesn't stop there, picking up the recovering Lightning and scoring a powerslam! Lightning's down, with Space Lord already leaning down for the pin... but he stops himself, looking over at Marshall. A look of chagrin crosses his face, as he feels like he's hogging all the fun. He shoves Lightning to the side, towards Thunder, who doesn't look too excited to tag in. But Space Lord then leaves, heading over and tagging in "Thunderous" Terry Marshall! Thunder, seeing this, reaches forward and tags the hurting Lightning's shoulder, stepping into the ring. He makes sure to get Lightning on the apron before turning back and facing Marshall. The two men come forward, studying each other, as the crowd starts a "Thunder" chant that echoes throughout the GCWA Arena.*

Rockwell: Will it be Thunder or "Thundering" coming out on top?

Hood: Two loud noises, coming together...

Rockwell: The fans seem to like it.

Hood: The fans like Mike Zybala!

Rockwell: Well, yes, they do...

Hood: So they know nothing!

*Thunder stares straight into Marshall's eyes, with the two ready to go. Thunder nods his head, then tells Marshall to get ready. He takes a deep breath... and lets loose with the Thunder Roar (Yell)!! The scream blasts towards Marshall... basically doing nothing to him other than maybe giving him a mild earache. Thunder finishes, standing up straight and staring at Marshall, who takes in his own deep breath... and screams "BROTHER!!!" at him!!! The crowd loves it. Thunder takes a step back, a little stunned, but recovers quickly. He comes forward, swinging, but Marshall blocks the punch and starts returning his own, blasting away at the wrestler. He picks Thunder up, easily bodyslamming him! Thunder, wincing, gets to his hands and knees, but Marshall is immediately dropping an elbow onto his back, knocking Thunder back down. Marshall then applies a front face lock submission, keeping his opponent on the mat as he works away on him.*

Rockwell: Marshall's yell might have been stronger than Thunder's!

Hood: The man's had a long career. He's bound to have picked up a few tricks.

Rockwell: The big question everyone has to have is, if Marshall and Space Lord meet in the tournament, who will come out victorious?

Hood: They have to make it past Crash and Ryot first!

*After some time spent in the submission, Marshall releases Thunder and pushes himself off the mat. He waits to the side, watching as Thunder tries to get himself fully up. Marshall then comes in, nailing Thunder with a running forearm!! Thunder goes down, hurting, as Marshall makes the cover... 1... 2... and Lightning breaks it up, stomping on Marshall's back!! He keeps kicking, with the ref ordering Lightning away... but now Space Lord comes racing in, nailing Lightning with a running clothesline!! He starts pummeling Lightning, while Marshall pulls himself up to continue to go after Thunder. Both end up in opposite corners, working over their opponents. They look back at each other, then whip Thunder and Lightning at each other! The two brothers, though, manage to grab arms while in mid-motion and spin themselves around, charging back at Marshall and Space Lord... who both simultaneously raise up and nail them with Big Boots!! The Wrath of the Storm both go down, as Space Lord & Marshall stand triumphantly over them!*

Rockwell: The teamwork is incredible!

Hood: Nothing can be classified as 'incredible' when it's against The Wrath of the Storm.

Rockwell: Even if it was The Incredible One?

Hood: Oooh, that's a brain teaser...

*Space Lord has Lightning up on his shoulder now, taking a few steps to deliver the Space Race (Running Powerslam)!!! In the meantime, Marshall has Thunder set up, sending him off the ropes. As Thunder comes back, Marshall spins, crushing Thunder with his Thunder Struck (Spinning Polish Hammer) finisher!!!! Thunder hits hard, looking like he's out of it. Marshall, though, doesn't go for the pin, instead turning to where Space Lord is waiting, ready. Marshall pulls Thunder back up, pushing him forward towards Space Lord, who rushes in and nails him with the Big Bang (Spear)!!!! Space Lord hops up afterwards, looking to the sky (and maybe further) in his happiness. He turns, charging forward and nailing Lightning as well with the Big Bang, hitting hard enough that Lightning goes flying out of the ring!! With everything finished, Marshall finally makes the cover on the unconscious Thunder... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... Space Lord and "Thunderous" Terry Marshall... Sports Entertainment Xpress!!!

Rockwell: S.E.X. remains undefeated in the tag-team ranks! Are they set to be the next challengers for Duce & Byson?

Hood: I mean, anything's possible. But we're pretty filled up with singles matches at the moment...

Rockwell: All titles have to be defended eventually, Hood, and S.E.X. made a strong point here tonight to be considered in the near future!

Hood: As for Wrath of the Storm, not much left of them, is there?

Rockwell: It's been a fun night, ladies and gentlemen, but it gets deadly serious next week, as the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament begins! We'll see you then!

*Space Lord and "Thunderous" Terry Marshall celebrate their victory, raising up each other's arms to the cheering crowd. They then both look at each other, as if considering the possibility that they'll be facing off against each other very soon.*

*We return once more to the suite of the co-owners. It appears that The Accelerator has departed along with Deana and Hunter, leaving only Jonathan standing in there. He's staring at the four brackets that are set up in front of him.*

*After a few moments, Barrows steps forward to the desk, where another promotional picture featuring The Accelerator is posted. He picks it up, staring at it.*

Jonathan Barrows: Let the games begin...

*Barrows drops the photo, watching it slowly guide itself right into the trash can beside the desk. He turns and departs. We fade out.*

OOC: Another show put in the books! Yes, it was a relaxing match-writing show, so sue me, I need one of those every once in a while *lol*. Hope you enjoyed the matches nonetheless. Thanks to Mike Zybala for continuing to write the Outsiders matches.

As a note, there was one change in the matches for this first week of the tournament. To not put Space Lord-Terry Marshall at a disadvantage by having to write two roleplays compared to everyone else doing one, I switched the Space Lord/Crash Rodriguez match with the Zybala/Enforcer contest. The brackets will remain the same, it's just a set of matches switched to make sure everything is fair. And yes, I talked to Will (Puffer/Depth), and he was good with having both of his matches at the same time *lol*.
Really looking forward to this tournament and seeing how everyone does. It's going to be an experience! Good luck to all of you!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, June 26th, 2020

From The GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

John E Depth vs. Ed Houston, Warriors of the Ring Opening Round match

Anderson Haze vs. Lucian Rage, Warriors of the Ring Opening Round match

Dangerous Dan vs. Havoc, Warriors of the Ring Opening Round match

Lissie Hope vs. Chelsea LeClair, Warriors of the Ring Opening Round match

"Thunderous" Terry Marshall vs. Ryot, Warriors of the Ring Opening Round match

Lucas Thames vs. Sweet Roxy, Warriors of the Ring Opening Round match

Curt Canon vs. Jack Puffer, Warriors of the Ring Opening Round Mustard Factory match

Mike Zybala(c) vs. Enforcer, Warriors of the Ring Opening Round match (GCWA Unified X Division Title on the line)

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, June 19th to Wednesday, June 24th, giving you 6 days to post your roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count. You may only post one roleplay per day for the title matches.

Tag Teams - 2 rps per team. One written by each member. 2k word max per rp. Both members can post on the final day.

GCWA Television Title match - 2 rps, but the limit is reduced to 1k max.

Good luck to all!