GCWA Friday Night Inferno



*Welcome back to the chaos that is 2020! The world may be coming to an end in one form or another, but that isn't going to stop your GCWA entertainment! So put on your bubble-wrap (or your astronaut outfit), get in your most comfy chair, and get settled in for another amazing night of wrestling intensity!*

*The GCWA logo fades away, leaving us with blackness for a moment, until the Warriors of the Ring icon slowly appears in the center of the screen.*

Voice: Last week, the journey through the toughest bracket in GCWA history began.

*Video clips of the various matches start showing in different corners of the screen. We see Lucas Thames taking down Sweet Roxy, Lucian Rage putting down Anderson Haze, and Terry Marshall surviving Ryot.*

Voice: It was not just one small step for the wrestlers, as the war to make it to the second round was all-consuming.

*We see footage from the Mustard Factory match, with Jack Puffer's bloody body at the bottom of the stairs shown. We see Havoc making his debut and defeating Dangerous Dan, while Zybala retained the X Division Title with a victory over Enforcer.*

Voice: Sixteen entered. Only eight walked out. But it took an incredible effort for those 8 to survive.

*John E Depth is shown winning in upset fashion over Ed Houston, with Houston confronting the referee afterwards. Finally, we see the furious battle between Lissie Hope and Chelsea LeClair, which came close to blowing up the GCWA Arena with its sheer energy. Hope is seen victorious in the end, her hand raised, while giving a respectful nod towards LeClair.*

Voice: Tonight, the second half of the bracket is decided. Sixteen more wrestlers enter the fray. The war is on... again...

*Jonathan Barrows steps out of the darkness, with images of all sixteen wrestlers appearing around him in quick flashes. He is grinning.*

Jonathan Barrows: Prepare for carnage in the New Era...

*Barrows' smile has a slight edge to it, showing evil intentions as he fades away. 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 a lot more Corona cases in Texas, but the Dallas faithful have come out regardless. It looks like special masks have been handed out to the crowd, some looking like Crazy Chris while others appear like The Lost Soul. Either way, facemasks have apparently been attached to add to the safety of the audience. We zoom in to Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: Welcome to Friday Night Inferno, everyone, as we get set for the second half of the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament's first round!

Hood: Man, last week was one of the biggest and best shows we've ever had in the GCWA. How can we top that tonight?

Rockwell: It won't be easy, but the wrestlers scheduled tonight are prepared to do their best to tear the house down! Tonight, we've got our first appearances of Jason Cashe, Maki, Shawn Warstein, Zolton, and "Pretty" Ricky Stanton! We've got the return of Noah Hanson as he fights The Empty for the GCWA North American Title!

Hood: And don't forget Chad Vargas vs. The Big Bifford! That's a Pay-Per-View match!

Rockwell: Definitely! Not to mention Crazy Chris vs. The Lost Soul, Duce Jones vs. Justice Orton-Cross, Rogue Daniels in action and more!

Hood: Hell of a night!

Rockwell: And we've even got an Outsiders Special Attraction match!

Hood: Ugh... don't we have enough going on tonight? Just skip that one...

Rockwell: Sorry, Hood, it's been scheduled...

Hood: Fuck...

Rockwell: But we do have an extremely full night tonight! What a ride it's going to be!



*The video suddenly shifts to a shot of Enforcer, as he stands in front of the camera.*

Enforcer: The belligerent recalstriants must be loving the fact I haven't ascended to the top of GCWA as quickly as I would have liked. I get it. Justice and I quickly lost our Tag Team titles. I lost to an apparent Icon, my chance to win a golden ticket and the X-Division champion in the first round of this huge tournament. Don't they know though that me sitting atop the mountain is what is best for business? So, if you are all so smart then why don't you tell me what you know? What makes all of you smarks the excerpt of what works in this business? When have any of you walked the aisle, stepped into the ring, and did anything? The truth of the matter is the people who may be younger than I am think they have got it all figured out because there is a wrestling school, performance centers, and wrestling coaches on each block. I am on a bit of a losing streak, so tell me what I should do, smarks? What? You don't know? It is quite simple actually. The GCWA is trying to slither up and around my neck and choke me out. What is it you to do a snake when the snake tries to attack you? You simply grab the snake and chop the head off!!! One person seems to have been the face of GCWA for a very long time. It will be my mission to rip that man off of that supposed pedestal and show the world that his talent was non existent. The man who has held the GCWA World Heavyweight title. A man who doesn't deserve to be kept at the top of the GCWA orbit.

*The camera pans out to show Enforcer wearing a white and red Houston Rockets jersey, a pair of black Jordan shorts, and black and red Jordan patent leather shoes. As he stands in front of a Welcome to Miami sign. We go back to the GCWA Arena.*

Rockwell: A strong statement from Enforcer...

Hood: Wonder who he's talking about?

Rockwell: Seriously?

Hood: I don't get it...

Rockwell: Let's just... get to the action.


Warriors of the Ring Tournament, First Round Match
Crash Rodriguez (2-4-1) vs. Space Lord (2-0)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an opening round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament! Entering the arena... standing 5'11" and weighing 204 lbs... from Kansas City, Missouri... here is "The Crooked Man" Crash Rodriguez!!

*As the opening riff of "21st Century Schizoid Man" fills the arena, Crash Rodriguez, wearing a crown of barbed wire. starts to walk down the ramp. As the second verse, "Blood Rack, Barbed Wire", plays Crash holds his head and starts to squeal and shaked, as if calming the pain inside his head. As he regains his composure, he removes his barbed wire crown and he enters the ring as the solo begins playing, he leans against a turnbuckle and falls to a seated position, rocking back and forth until the solo fades away.*

Rockwell: We haven't heard much from Crash Rodriguez since his series with The Big Bifford fell apart.

Hood: Yeah, both men were getting too aggressive or something? I don't know, I'm still bummed about it.

Rockwell: Well, Crash said he was ready to return for this tournament, so we'll soon find out if he's back to full power yet after that crash through the tables.

Minos: His opponent, standing 6'3" and weighing 285 lbs... from the Black Eye Galaxy... with his tag-team partner, "Thundering" Terry Marshall... here is Space Lord!!

*"Space Lord" by Monster Magnet hits the speakers, with Space Lord running out of the back. He races for the ring, spinning around like Tax from Looney Tunes, showing all of the energy that's charging through him. Terry Marshall walks far behind him, still seemingly nursing a sore arm from his own match last week.*

Rockwell: Last week, Marshall took down Ryot to make it to the second round. If Space Lord wins today, these two will face off next week to try and reach the quarter-finals.

Hood: I can't believe that Space Lord ruined it for me.

Rockwell: What? I don't understand...

Hood: From now on, whenever I hear "All Star" by Smash Mouth, I'm going to hear Space Lord's voice...

Rockwell: Honestly, I'm perfectly happy not to hear "All Star" ever again, in any variation...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So will it be an All S.E.X. second round, or will Rodriguez crash the party?

Hood: This is going to be a long, brutal affair...

*Crash Rodriguez is still rocking back and forth in his seated position, with the referee going over to tell him it's time to get going. Crash slowly gets up, smiling. He starts talking with the referee, discussing the violence that's going to happen in the match. The referee listens patiently, not wanting to cause any trouble for himself. Behind them, in the corner, Space Lord is seething, wanting to get started. Terry Marshall is up on the apron, preaching patience to Space Lord, telling him that the match will start soon. Crash and the referee are still talking now, maybe discussing something other than the match at this point. Space Lord pulls at his hair, being unable to contain himself. Although Marshall tries to calm him down, there's nothing he can do, as Space Lord suddenly rushes forward, yelling a battle cry! The referee jumps out of the way, using years of instinct, but Crash doesn't move fast enough, as Space Lord smashes into him with a shoulder tackle! Crash tries to get up, but a second shoulder tackle runs him over, followed by a third!*

Rockwell: Space Lord is loose!

Hood: I was expecting Crash to come into this one focused, but it's not looking like that so far...

Rockwell: Maybe he's still suffering from going through a table with Bifford...

*After running over Crash so many times, Space Lord seems more fired up than ever. He waits for Crash to rise up again and charges, hitting him with a running big boot! Crash drops to his back, looking dazed, as he tries to figure out a way back into this contest. But Space Lord isn't going to give him a chance. As soon as Crash starts to get up, Space Lord hits him again, this time with a clothesline. Crash struggles up, another running big boot! Another clothesline!! Space Lord is shaking from releasing so much energy. He starts towards Crash again, who weakly puts out a hand, yelling for Space Lord to stop knocking him down. Space Lord stops, confused at the gesture. Crash takes a deep breath... then steps forward and swings, only for Space Lord to catch his fist!! Space Lord angrily twists, and Crash drops to his knees, groaning from the damage just done to his wrist! Space Lord then pulls him up, lifting Crash above him with a Gorilla Press before slamming him down!*

Hood: So much for thinking this was going to be a long one.

Rockwell: It's still brutal to watch, though, so you got that right.

Hood: I'm always right about something, you just have to dig a little deeper to see it at times...

*Marshall, on the outside, looks to be enjoying watching the carnage as Space Lord has Crash back up, throwing him around like a rag doll in a bear hug! Crash isn't submitting, possibly because Space Lord isn't even giving the referee a chance to ask for a submission. Instead, Space Lord's already shifted Crash's weight, lifting him onto a shoulder and running with him, delivering the Space Race (Running Powerslam)!! Crash looks to be out of it, but Space Lord doesn't want to go for the pin yet. He's still feeling the power after Crash tried to strike him. Space Lord grabs at Crash's hair, yanking him upwards, then runs to the ropes. He races past the stunned Crash once to build up more momentum, and then slams into Crash on the way back with The Big Bang (Spear)!!! The crowd pops at the devastating blow, as it doesn't look like Crash is moving. Space Lord has the cover, with the referee getting there... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, moving on in the tournament... Space Lord!!

Hood: That was pure destruction from Space Lord...

Rockwell: And this means that Space Lord will, indeed, face his tag-team partner next week in the second round of Warriors of the Ring!

Hood: You think one of them will take the fall to let the other get through unscathed?

Rockwell: That might be what you would do, Hood, but it's not what the Mustard Factory did, and I doubt Sports Entertainment Xpress will consider that an option, either.

Hood: If they don't, they're fools. Wouldn't it be best for one of them to go into the Pay-Per-View being fully rested?

*Marshall is in the ring now celebrating with Space Lord. For now, at least, the two men are comrades, enjoying the victory, without worrying about what's coming next.*



*We see a royal blue SUV pull up, the doors open and out steps Noah Hanson and his girl Cassansdra Kaine-Hanson, Noah waits for Cass to make her way to him and she hands him a bag that is decorated with balloons and fancy paper. Noah smiles and nods as he walks into the building. He has his gearbag in one hand and the gift in the other as he gets to the back of the building Noah hands his keys to the stage hand, smiles and hands him a twenty and pats him on the shoulder.*

"Park it next to something nice..." Noah says as he walks by.

*As the couple is walking through the building, he nods at a few people he knows. He sees Zolton and nods at him, then Sweet Roxy is shown standing next to a vending machine, he two former rivals meet eye to eye, Noah locks his eyes on the pink and blonde star and then smiles and nods at her. They turn the corner and there is the current WWH World and Affliction Champion Havoc. Noah looks him up and down and stares directly at the World title, shakes his head...*

"Good luck champ make WWH proud...."

*As the couple make their way through the halls, they run right into resident interviewer Jones. He almost seems shocked to see Noah and needs a second to get himself together.*

"You ok?" Noah asked.

"Yes thank you." Jones replied. "How do you feel about your match tonight against The Empty?"

"Ah yes the resident monster of the company, look just glad to be here and have some fun but see this (holds up the gift bag) I came bearing gifts." Noah explained. "So I need someone to point me in the direction of Mr. Puffer."

*Jones seems to be fixated on Noah's girl and Cassandra notices and puts a finger on his chin and then slowly lifts it to eye level.*

"Hey eyes up here buddy...."

*Noah looks at Jones and shakes his head in disgust.*

"Weirdo....how bout you make yourself useful and deliver this to Mr. Puffer when you see him."

*Jones looks at Noah and then the bag and then Noah again.*

"Something confuse you sport?" Noah asked.

"Well I'm not a stagehand..." Jones spits back.

Noah's eyes narrow and then his pushes the bag into the hands of Jones. "You're not much of an interviewer either buddy so here take this and this...(hands him a twenty spot) and be useful for a change...."

*Noah again shakes his head and walks off with Cassandra as we fade out....*







*The back doors of the GCWA Arena swing open as the GCWA Tag Team Champions, Duce Jones and Byson Kaliban come walking through with their bags on one shoulder while their respective tag titles on the other. The two fraternal twins make their way through the corridors of the building in search of their designated locker room. Duce tugs at a band that's wrapped around his wrist.*

Duce Jones: I'll neva' get used ta dem puttin' dat bullshit ass thermometer on my forehead. And these wristbands are fo' tha fuckin' birds. All'a these precautions fo' tha flu..

Byson Kaliban: Don't worry about it, at least we're here... right?

Duce Jones: Awe, right cuz I thought Randy Orton lil sista said somethin'..

*Duce looks around, mockingly as if to say that his arrival is ever apparent.*

Duce Jones: Mane, dis bitch must be outta her fuckin' mind. Tha audacity of her ta thank dat I even got her own my mind. Askin' where I've been at.. At home wit' ‘my fuckin' family, bein' a father ta my fuckin' toddler children in the midst of dis so called pandemic. An' where her dumbass at, walkin' round Dallas, days befo' tha show.. Callin' herself lookin' fo' me.

Byson Kaliban: Yeah, the bitch seemed a bit bonked out.

Duce Jones: It must run through tha family.

*The brothers share a laugh as they round a corner, now just aimlessly strolling around.*

Duce Jones: Talkin' bout, why are we not gloatin'? Because we're fuckin' professionals, winnin' tha belts is only tha beginning. It's called bein' here befo'.. Braggin' is fo' fools who ain't neva had shit. I've been a tag champ on five separate occasions, it's a small thang ta a cat like me.

Byson Kaliban: It's crazy because she constantly calls me a douchebag but refuses to say my name, like did we strike a nerve or something?

Duce Jones: And rematch clause? Where tha fuck does she thank she's workin' at? I lost my Nawf American title an' I didn't get a rematch clause. I got hazardous ladders, spotlights and a guy who likes to do tricks that favor him. But if tha powers dat be want us ta beat y'all ass again, it's cool wit me.

Byson Kaliban: It's about as good as it's going to get, you see Mrs. Orton-Cross, what you seem to know but apparently don't give a damn about is the fact that you're out of your league.

*The brothers are now acknowledging the camera that had been sitting in front of their faces this entire time.*

Duce Jones: Very! And I don't know what dis infatuation is dat you have by constantly brangin my father up in ya lil interviews. Because whateva' research ya called yaself doin' was just bad investigatin.. But tonight! Oh my goodness! Tonight! Bitch I heard you been lookin' fo' me! JUUUSSSSTTTTIIIICCCCCCEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

*Duce walks closely towards the camera as Byson can be seen smirking behind him.*

Duce Jones: Here I go!

*Jones shoves the cameraman out of the way as he and his brother continue to search for their locker room as the scene cuts back to ringside.*

Rockwell: Sounds like Duce is fired up for his tournament match later tonight...

Hood: Yeah, and I hope Justice beats the hell out of him... because it'd be hysterical!

Rockwell: Well, we've got a few matches to go yet... let's go to the ring...


Warriors of the Ring Tournament, GCWA North American Title First Round Match
The Empty(c) (7-2) vs. Noah Hanson (1-2)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an opening round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament! It is also going to be for the GCWA North American Championship!!!

*The fans, having another title defense laid in front of them, get excited for what's to come.*

Minos: Introducing first... standing 6'2 3/4" and weighing 236 3/4 lbs... from Kansas City, Kansas... here is "The Hollywood Blockbuster" Noah Hanson!!

*"Killin In The Name of" by Rage Against the Machine blares and Noah makes his way to the ring to a mixed reaction. He threatens to hit a fan or two as he makes his way to the ring. As he poses in the middle of the ring a gold and green pyro waterfall goes off behind him.*

Rockwell: Hanson was looking forward to meeting Jack Puffer later in the tournament for a nice condiment war, but that's not going to happen now.

Hood: Maybe Curt Canon will suffice? One Mustard Factory member is just like another, right?

Rockwell: If they did meet, it would have to be in the finals...

Minos: His opponent... standing 7'0" and weighing 358 lbs... from Parts Best Left Unknown... with his manager, The Reason... here is the GCWA North American Champion... The Empty!!

"I wanna be Jekyll but I'm always fucking Hyde!"

*This is the first line of "Jekyll & Hyde" by Five Finger Death Punch to break the silence before The Reason pushes the curtain out of the way. He's holding onto the North American Championship on one shoulder, with a sinister smile. Strobe lights move and flicker to the beat and guitar riffs of the song. The Reason leads The Empty out from behind the curtain, the former stoic yet buzzing with sadistic glee. The Empty, once seeing the squared circle in front of him, stretches its arms out with a great roaring cry, breathing heavily and menacingly.*

*Without warning, it charges into the ring and stares at its opponent with a deep-seated hatred and desire for destruction. Its posture screams aggression as it leans forward, fingers clenching into barrel-like fists before releasing, squeezing all the muscles in its arms with each fist made.*

Rockwell: It was a surprise to hear that the title will be on the line tonight.

Hood: Hey, The Empty's been almost undefeatable in his time in the GCWA. His only losses have been DQ's and when he's not involved in the outcome. This is a man that can't be stopped in a tournament!

Rockwell: And if he does lose via DQ, he keeps the title...

Hood: There's that too!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go! Championship on the line as well as the path to the Second Round!

Hood: Let the monster loose!

*The Reason stays on the apron, talking to his disciple and getting him ready for battle. The Empty seems to be shaking his head, as if something's wrong, but The Reason grabs him by the mask and gets face-to-face with him, telling him to maintain control. Hanson, meanwhile, has been taking all this in, looking impatient. He suddenly runs forward, hitting a stalling dropkick into The Empty's back, knocking him head-first into The Reason!! The manager falls hard outside the ring, even as The Empty stumbles and turns around to face his opponent. Hanson is right there, throwing lefts and rights to keep the big man off-balance as he strikes away at him again and again! The Empty tries to shrug them off, suddenly grabbing Hanson by the throat! But Hanson immediately brings an arm down on The Empty's elbow, breaking his grip! He then kicks repeatedly at the champ, before grabbing his arms and dropping with a double underhook DDT!! Hanson then transitions into a chinlock, working to keep The Empty down.*

Hood: This is not the beginning I expected...

Rockwell: Noah Hanson once again shows the world that he's a ring tactician, attacking at just the perfect moment!

Hood: Sure, he's got The Empty down, but it's not going to last...

*Hanson is hanging on, but The Empty is indeed fighting back to his feet. He lifts Hanson off his feet, throwing him forward. Hanson manages to catch himself mostly, dropping to a knee. He gets right back up as The Empty charges at him. Hanson avoids to the side, falling back against the ropes, as The Empty repositions himself. He charges forward again with an animal roar, only for Hanson to grab the top rope and drop down, lowering it and causing The Empty to flop over him and fall to the outside!!! The Empty crash-lands outside, staying down for the moment, as Hanson grins, looking out at him. The grin slowly fades, though, as he sees The Empty already starting to get up! Hanson immediately steps out onto the apron and jumps, nailing The Empty in the back with a double axehandle strike! The Empty gets knocked into the barricade, hanging there, as Hanson starts striking away from behind, trying to wear the monster down as the referee starts counting inside.*

Rockwell: The Empty is not looking like himself tonight, although he's still a beast to keep down!

Hood: Do you think it's because of The Reason? He's still out after that bad fall he took!

Rockwell: Could be, Hood. This could be The Empty's true weakness...

*We're shown The Reason again, still motionless. A medic has already come down to check on him, although he looks a bit unsure about getting too close. In the meantime, The Empty is trying to fight back again, swinging wildly at Hanson, but he ducks under it and steps forward, catching The Empty and giving him the Summer Bomb (Reverse Russian Legsweep) on the outside!!! This puts The Empty down, as he holds the back of his head from where it just missed the pad. Hanson gets back up, taking note of the referee already being halfway through his count. He reaches down, dragging The Empty up and managing to get him into the ring. Hanson follows by climbing up the apron, then springs his way in with a springboard legdrop, landing right on The Empty!! He makes the cover, careful to stay out of the ropes... 1... 2... and The Empty kicks out! Hanson sits up, thinking about his next move, even as on the outside, we can see The Reason being placed on a stretcher.*

Hood: What did The Reason hit on the way down? I mean, he's a tough guy, it's amazing to see him laid out like that!

Rockwell: The Empty really clocked him, Hood. I wonder if there was some extra force behind it.

Hood: What, from his 'other self'? You really believe that?

Rockwell: I believe that The Empty is a troubled soul.

Hood: He's also got a troubled body, the way Hanson's taking it to him!

*With The Empty still down, Hanson has headed to the turnbuckle, going up effortlessly. The veteran then takes flight, pulling off the Kansas City Ribfest (Moonsault Double Footstomp)!!! The Empty keels over, groaning, possibly having had a few ribs break on that hit. Hanson quickly rolls him back again for the pin... 1... 2... and The Empty still kicks out! Hanson doesn't slow down, knowing that he has the upper hand. He pulls The Empty up once more, this time locking him up and managing to drop him with Welcome To The Desert (Double Underhook Canadian Facebuster)!!! The Empty could be out, as Hanson covers him... 1... 2... The Empty gets out of it once more! He rolls onto his stomach, apparently reaching out a desperate hand towards the entryway, where a stretcher is disappearing into the back. Hanson, with no sympathy, lands a basement dropkick from behind, knocking The Empty back down. He then bitch-slaps The Empty in the back of the head, and then applies the Ode To Austin James Mercer (Crippler Crossface)!!*

Rockwell: Will The Empty tap out??

Hood: I can't... well, maybe...

Rockwell: Starting to realize he's in trouble, Hood?

Hood: Trouble is when you've got a parking ticket on your Dad's Jeep. This is much worse!

*Hanson rears back on The Empty, as the referee checks for any signs of submission. The Empty's arm is still outstretched, but it's fading down to the mat. Hanson keeps the hold on for another minute, really working over the champion. The Empty's arm is down, but he doesn't appear to be out; he's just taking the pain. The referee checks on him again, but Hanson suddenly releases the hold, dropping The Empty's head to the mat. Hanson shakes his head and heads for the ropes instead, going up quickly. He turns... and drops the Ladykiller (Macho Man Elbow Drop)!!! It lands perfectly, right on the back of The Empty's neck!! Hanson rolls him over, but then reconsiders the pin. Instead, he turns and goes back up again, easily making the climb once more. This time he takes a moment to pose, enjoying the moment, before leaping and scoring a second Ladykiller!! The Empty isn't moving, as Hanson stays on top of him after the strike... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner...and the NEW GCWA North American Champion... "The Hollywood Blockbuster" Noah Hanson!!

Rockwell: What a shocking turn of events! Noah Hanson just became the first person to ever pin The Empty, and has earned his first GCWA gold!

Hood: I still can't believe what I just saw!

Rockwell: If anything, this has just made Hanson's mark on the tournament, as no one should take this man lightly moving forward!


*Hanson celebrates his victory, holding up the GCWA North American Title high. The golden & green pyro waterfall goes off again, this time shining off the gold as Hanson smiles. However, the smile fades as the Halloween theme is suddenly playing.*

Hood: Wait, what's going on?

Rockwell: It's The Lost Soul!

*The fans cheer for the veteran as The Lost Soul comes down to the ring, entering through the ropes. Hanson prepares himself, watching the wrestler for any sign of a move towards him. But The Lost Soul has turned his attention to the fallen Empty.*

Rockwell: We all know The Lost Soul wanted to get his hands on The Empty after being the referee at Crescendo... I'm sure he was hoping it would be for the championship...

Hood: Doesn't he have his own tournament match to prepare for??

*The Lost Soul leans over The Empty, who stares up at him with dark eyes. TLS' hand moves... and the lights go out!! The fans cheer, always loving a power outage in the middle of an event. When the lights come up, only Noah Hanson is standing in the ring.*

Hood: Where'd they go??

Rockwell: I... I have no clue, Hood! But look what The Lost Soul left behind!

*Hanson hoists up his North American Title and looks on the ground, seeing the piece of paper now sitting there. It appears to be The Lost Soul's Golden Opportunity contract, a contract that allows him to challenge for any title other than the World Title! Hanson looks it over, then looks around, wondering what's next in this crazy company.*


*All six members of the A-List are hanging out together in the locker room. Dylan and Lissandra are sitting on the sofa, Dylan with his arm spread comfortably around the back behind Lissandra's head. Tank is sparring with Dave Branson in a corner of the room with Vincenzo keeping score - it's a pretty even fight so far and Lord Allton is sitting at the table, writing something on a pad of paper, periodically looking over at Dylan and Lissandra, talking to them.*

Lord Allton: So how's baby Lilly doing, Lissie?

Lissandra Thomas: Just great, isn't she, baby?

Dylan Thomas: She's definitely got her Daddy's genes in her.

*Allton laughs.*

Lord Allton: Jesus Christ Dylan! And I thought I was pretty boy arrogant.

Dylan Thomas: Maybe. But you aren't 'Perfection Personified' my friend!

*Dylan looks over smirking. Allton just lays up a finger, smirking away himself.*

Dylan Thomas: What are you doing anyway?

*Allton stops writing, leaning on the table with his arms crossed.*

Lord Allton: Later tonight, Zybala is throwing up a special match. Cori Haim vs. Barry... I have a....vested interest in said match.

*Dylan looks perplexed.*

Dylan Thomas: I thought Corey Haim had died? Didn't know he was a wrestler, either.

Lord Allton: Funny. Wrong Haim. Wrong sex too.

Dylan Thomas: No.... Pretty sure Corey Haim's a dude....

Lord Allton: Shut up you idiot and just listen.

*Allton comes over from the table to where Dylan and Lissandra are sitting.*

Lord Allton: Now... Listen, when I first arrived back in the States for my match on Outsiders during its return, I wrestled a woman named Cori Haim. Gorgeous creature, despite only having one arm... I said to her in promos leading up to the match that I was going to destroy her in our match, which I subsequently did, of course. Now, in our match I was sure that I put her out of action pretty much permanently -yet here she is on the next Inferno facing 'Barry'. In a match that I'm very much looking forward to....

*Lord Allton winks at Dylan and Dave's ears prick up at the sound of Barry's name.*

Dave Branson: Barry?

*Tank clocks Dave in the side of the face because Dave lost concentration.*

Dave Branson: Ow! Hey!

*Tank merely smiles.*

Dave Branson: Yeah, big man you laugh it up! Anyway Dyl.... isn't Barry that scrawny kid? You know, Xtreme's brother?

*Dylan smirks. An evil smile begins to form on his face.*

Dylan Thomas: Yeah. Yeah big guy I think so... Come on, everyone. I've got an idea how we can have some fun with the Cori/Barry match. And Rob... you should get your fun too....

*Dylan, Lissandra and Lord Allton head out of the door of the locker room with their entourage of muscle not far behind. Lissandra walks up to a member of the GCWA ring crew.*

Lissandra Thomas: Hey, you! Have you seen Barry?

Lord Allton: ....Perhaps Cori Haim?

*Lissandra looks over the ring crew's shoulder and smirks seeing Barry walk by.*

Lissandra Thomas: Never mind. BARRY!

*Barry looks over as the crowd of six walk over and Lissandra, Dylan and Dave surround him. He nearly says something but Dylan and Lissandra cut him off. Lord Allton spots Cori Haim and he goes after her with Tank and Vincenzo in tow.*

Lord Allton: Ms Haim! Wait! I want to talk, please.... Hear me out!

*But the camera stays on Dylan, Dave and Lissandra*

Lissandra Thomas: No friend... you listen to us.

Dylan Thomas: Yeah. Listen Barry we just wanted to say that we have been watching you, I mean you're pretty much a legend killer around here, aren't you?

Lissandra Thomas: Good luck tonight against Cori Haim....We've been looking to expand the A-List y'know and....

*Dylan can barely contain his laughter and receives an elbow to the ribs by Lissandra.*

Lissandra Thomas: You might be just what we're looking for. Meet us next week in the Garden if you win tonight...

*We then get a split screen camera of Lord Allton saying word for word EXACTLY the same sentence as Lissandra to Cori Haim.*

Both Lissandra AND Lord Allton: Think about it.

*The A-List all collectively walk (and roll) away smirking leaving Barry and Cori thinking. They then all meet up laughing in the corridor out of sight of Cori Haim and Barry.*

Hood: Genius!

Rockwell: Just what are the A-List up to?

Hood: Driving a wedge between two opponents already not knowing what to expect. I love it.

Rockwell: You would. Well Barry faces Cori Haim later on and then the winner meets The A-List in the Garden next week.







*The camera cuts backstage to the Gorilla position. Is that what it is called here, or do we call it something different for CAW kayfabe reasons? Can we call it the Titan 3 position, or the X-Dog position? Yeah, I went old school on that one. Anyway, whatever it is called Space Lord walks back from the entrance way to the X-Dog position, still breathing heavy from his match with Crash. Standing right there to meet Space Lord as he comes through the curtain is "Thundering" Terry Marshall.*

*Space Lord stops in his tracks and locks eyes with Terry Marshall. The two men say nothing but intensely stare each other down. Marshall takes a step forward, and Space Lord takes a step forward as well. Marshall puts his hands on his hips and starts shaking his head up and down.*

Terry Marshall: Hell of a job brother, I'm looking forward to stepping into the ring with you.

*Space Lord takes a couple steps forward until he is almost nose to nose with Terry Marshall.*

Space Lord: I came here for one reason, to attack and keep coming. Not to ask but just to give, not to want but just to sing, sing the power of the Space Lord, because this freak of the unnatural universe, right here, is just beginning to swell, and when I get big enough, brother, there ain't gonna be room for anybody else but me and all the Desolators crew floating through the cosmos.

Terry Marshall: What does that even mean brother?

Space Lord: It means, you are part of the crew and that the swelling has begun. The warriors of the ring dwindle until there can be only...

Terry Marshall: You're right brother, there can be only one.

Space Lord: Just like Highlander.

Terry Marshall: Highlander?

Space Lord: I will be Connor Macleod, but you are my Rameriez.

*Terry Marshall leans closer to Space Lord.*

Terry Marshall: Maybe I will take your quickening.

*Space Lord looks shocked that Terry Marshall knows what he is talking about. This causes Marshall to crack a smile, and in seeing the smile Space Lord smiles as well.*

Terry Marshall: May the best man win.

*Marshall says extending his hand. Space Lord looks at the hand and then grabs it with his hand and the two men shake hands.*

Space Lord: Or, may the best SPACE MAN win.

*We head back to ringside.*

Hood: Damn it, I wanted to see them turn on each other...

Rockwell: Honestly, there's still time for that next week...

Hood: Hey, yeah, you're right! Thanks!

Rockwell: No problem. Now are you ready? It's Outsider time!

Hood: Son of a...


Outsiders Special Attraction Match
Cory Haim (0-0) vs. Barry (2-0)

*Belvedere and a very stoned-looking Mitch make their way to the ring and you know what that means! Another amusing Outsiders match. Zybala runs out from the back and once again joins Rockwell, but Hood hasn't left the table. Zybala looks at Hood as he puts on a headset. *

Zybala: Welcome to another Outsiders match! I'm Mike Zybala, joined again by Adrian Rockwell, and Hood. I'm assuming that you're here because of Barry, Hood?

Hood: You're Goddamned right! Barry is the best thing going! Plus. He beat you and Uber! That's two champions!

Zybala: I will admit that he has a streak building. Maybe he should be in line for a TV title or United X-Division shot.

Rockwell: Maybe that will happen if he can win tonight. Let's take it to Belvedere!

* We cut the ring as Belvedere does his thing.*

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

Fans: ONE FALL!

Belvedere: Making her way to the ring first......She calls Key West, Florida her home. She is "The One Armed Goddess" Cori Haim!!!

* "Don't You (Forget About Me) hits the speakers as Haim stumbles out from behind the curtain. She is holding a beer in her one and only hand. She tilts her head back and downs the remaining contents before tossing the empty can to the side of the ramp. She is not alone though! Lord Allton wheels out behind her. He offers an arm to Cori to help steady her and to be a gentleman. What a class act. We need more guys like him. The two make their way to the ring. Cori grabs the bottom rope and struggles to pull herself up as Allton makes his way to her corner. After a few attempts, she finally gets on the mat and rolls under the ropes. Cori then stands up with one fist in the air. A few members of the crowd do this as well; as is tradition with the song from The Breakfast Club. Zybala does this as well. *

Hood: Idiot.

Zybala: Hater.

Rockwell: (ignoring both) Cori looks like she has been pre-gaming a bit before the match.

Zybala: The seems to be her usual M.O.

Hood: I can respect that. I also respect Allton even more for helping a drunk lady. Barry and now Allton? This has got to be the best Outsiders match ever!

Rockwell: I don't trust him. He's been talking about destroying her.

Zybala: Maybe he had a change of heart?

Hood: Did we just agree on something?

Zybala: Yup!

*Hood shudders and grumbles Sideshow Bob style as we go back to Belvedere. *

Belvedere: And her opponent! He stands at 5 foot 6 inches and weighs in tonight at 150 pounds! He is the "Undefeated" Barry!!

* The fans cheer as "Oh Yeah!" by Green Day begins to play, starting at "I am a kid of a bad education, the shooting star of a lowered expectation". Barry steps out from behind the curtain with his arms raised! A few fans start chanting "BAAAR-RY!! BAAAR-RY!" but it still doesn't catch on. *

Hood: Has there been anyone who has had such a meteoric rise to stardom??

Zybala: He's only had two wins.

Hood: Over two champions!

Rockwell: Come on, guys.....

* Barry makes his way to the ring, still looking in awe of the crowd in the GCWA Arena. He enters the ring carefully, but is able to step through without injury. He smiles and climbs the turnbuckle, only getting up one rung before deciding that's enough and raising a shaking hand in the air. The Green Day song stops as Belvedere leaves the ring. Mitch checks both wrestlers, sparks a blunt, then calls for the bell. Cori stumbles over to Barry and admits to him being cute. Barry thanks her but reveals that he has a lady love. Cori is not happy with this. She thinks it's because she lost her arm! She slaps Barry hard who stumbles backwards. Cori then tries to lock up with Barry, holding up her arm and what's left of her other arm. Barry is very hesitant. *

Zybala: Barry looks reluctant to lock up with Haim.

Hood: Barry fears no one! He is just trying to be chivalrous. He doesn't want to hurt a woman who's obviously been through so much.

Rockwell: Either way, he's gonna have to do something besides letting Cori slap him.

* Cori keeps trying to lock up, but all Barry does is back peddle. His eyes keep darting back and forth between Cori's nub and her face. Cori picks up on this and makes a face many married men have come to know and fear. A wave of sympathy fills the arena for Barry as Cori unleashes a verbal tirade of biblical proportions! She yells that her lack of arm doesn't define her beauty as she starts swinging wildly with her good arm. Barry tries to cover up to defend himself. As Cori catches her breath between yelling, Barry takes the moment of quiet to suggest that maybe she should calm down. Everyone in the audience and even Allton can be seen cringing at this rookie mistake. You can just feel every sphincter close as we all know what Barry did wrong. This just sends Cori into such a rage that we can't make out any intelligible words. Barry runs away and Cori gives chase. *

Zybala/Hood: Run, Barry! Run!!!

Rockwell: Barry hasn't had much luck in this match. Cori has been on the attack since the bell, and now she's in a blind rage.

Zybala: Poor Barry even told her angry ass to calm down. You NEVER tell an angry woman to calm down.

Hood: That's like handing a machete to a known serial killer and just standing there asking to be killed.

* Barry and Cori run a few times around the ring before Barry slides in the ring. Cori quickly follows as the rage has sobered her up. She runs at Barry, who manages to hit her with a hip toss on her nub side! Cori crashes to the mat and Barry starts to freak out over the fact he touched it. He runs out of the ring, asking everyone for hand sanitizer. Someone eventually hands him a small bottle and Barry lathers his whole arm with it before getting back in the ring. Cori is standing there waiting. Barry holds up his arms and starts apologizing. She ignores the apologies, boots him in the gut and drops Barry with a Stunner!! Barry is out! *

Hood: NOOOOOOOOO!!!

Zybala: Sadly, it looks like the streak is over.

Rockwell: If Haim actually covers him...

* Which is something Cori isn't doing. She is yelling at Barry to respect the nub as she rubs it all over his face. Mitch doesn't know what to do, as he is too high for this shit. Allton starts yelling at Cori to just pin Barry and get things over with. Cori moves to lean through the ropes and starts screaming at Allton about not telling her what to do and he's not her supervisor! Allton does not take this tongue lashing lightly, and eyes Mitch checking on Barry, who starts to move around. Allton then punches Cori square in the jaw. She stumbles backwards and Barry quickly snags her with the dreaded Surprise Rollup Pin! Mitch dives into position and goes for the count!! *

Mitch: One...........Two...........THREE!!

Belvedere: Here is your winner, and STILL undefeated, BARRY!!

* After the bell rings, there is a mixed crowd reaction as Mitch holds up Barry's arm. The crowd then solidly cheers as Aaron Warthog hops from the crowd and starts to attack Allton. The two start trading blows and the fans cheer more! Haze comes charging to ringside and blind sides Warthog. Aaron tries to fend off both men, but the numbers eventually catch up as the crowd boos. The boos turn to cheers again as Rogue Daniels comes running over and starts fighting with Haze as Warthog and Allton continue their melee. *

Zybala: Can we get just one Outsiders match with any shenanigans?!

Rockwell: You did. Cashe and Vargas beating up that really annoying guy.

Zybala: Oh yeah.

Hood: Fuck that! This is more exciting! Go Allton!!

* Suddenly the lights go out and Hood screams! *

"THEY SAY A HERO COULD SAVE US…"

* The lights come back on and Uber-Man is standing in the middle of the ring! He looks at everyone fighting outside and runs towards the opposite ropes to build up steam! As he runs back, he's clotheslined by Barry!! It hurts the fans to boo Barry, but they do it anyway. Barry then runs at the ropes and jumps through the second and bottom ropes and crashes into everyone! *

Hood: Barry going low risk, high return on that not so Suicide Dive!

Rockwell: Do you think he could have gone higher?

Hood: Probably. It's Barry after all.

Zybala: This shit needs to stop during my Outsiders matches...

* Uber-Man is back to his feet and waits until everyone is back on their feet. He runs the ropes again and swanton dives over the top rope onto the fighting group below! The fans cheer as Uber is the first to his feet and just starts kicking everyone he can! Haze gets up and starts brawling with Uber. Warthog and Allton are rolling on the ground trying to choke each other. Rogue and Barry kind of half ass fight just so they aren't left out. Security runs out along with some of the locker room. The A-List help Allton get to his chair and start wheeling him away from the fray as security and the other wrestlers split up the fighters. Zybala stands up and grabs a microphone of the announce table. *

Zybala: Enough! ENOUGH!!

* Everyone stops and turns to look at Zybala. *

Zybala: I'm sick of all of you constantly interfering with each other!! Mr. Barrows is letting me have a special attraction Outsiders match at Warriors of the Ring and I think that's where you'll all deal with each other! The Outsiders match will have Lord Allton, Anderson Haze, Aaron Warthog, Rogue Daniels, and Uber-Man fighting for all of the Outsiders belts in a winner take all "Brack Friday Bunduru" match!!!

* The fans explode with cheers as Zybala throws the mic down and walks away. All the wrestlers involved in the upcoming match look pleased yet confused. What exactly is a Brack Friday Bunduru match?? *







*"Earlier today." A cameraman is running up to a restaurant. Ryot is seated outside by himself on his phone texting. His Rayban sunglasses are protecting his eyes, while his Covid mask is pulled down under his chin. The cameraman gets right into Ryot's face who looks annoyed trying to push them off.*

Ryot: Jesus Christ, you wanna get any closer with that?!

*The cameraman backs up a bit.*

Cameraman: We saw what happened at Stanton Enterprises with you and Rogue. What do you have to say for yourself following that ambush on the building?

Ryot: First of all...

*He puts his phone down.*

Ryot: You can't ambush a building. You enter it forcefully, so stupid question. Second, what happened at his place of business is solely reliant on what he started with Rogue. That'll be handled tonight.

*He starts to pick up his phone again to start texting but is once again interrupted.*

Cameraman: What about that "thing" you said you were working on?

*Ryot placed his phone down and puts on a slightly annoyed smile.*

Ryot: Well, if you must know right this instant. I'm feeling good after my match. Yeah, I lost but what my brother said to me really spoke volumes. So how about this. I'm open for business when it comes to this TV Title. I don't care where or when people step up. I will face ANY superstar on this roster for this TV Title that has not received an opportunity yet. I like to think of myself as a man of opportunity...

*He lowers his sunglasses and winks at the camera. A waiter arrives with his food.*

Ryot: Now if you don't mind, give me an opportunity to get back to my date.

*He motions to the seat across from him where the TV Title is placed on a chair. Ryot grabs his fork and starts eating his food as he continues his date with the love of his life.*

Rockwell: Looks like Ryot is enjoying the finer things in life...

Hood: He's a champion, and should enjoy everything that comes with that.

Rockwell: We'll see his partner, Rogue Daniels, in action later tonight.


Warriors of the Ring Tournament, First Round Match
Duce Jones (17-7) vs. Justice Orton-Cross (2-1)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an opening round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament! First, standing 5'3" and weighing 126 lbs... from St. Louis, Missouri... accompanied by Enforcer... here is Justice Orton-Cross!!

* Light a Fire begins to play over the pa system and then Justice walks out onto the ramp with her arms in the air. Her thumb, index finger, and pinky would also be point upwards on both hands as well. When the sentence "Let me light a fire in you tonight" plays she bends down a bit then straightens herself back out as pyro goes off. Justice continues to the ring with a smirk on her face before climbing onto the stairs. When she would get half way onto the apron she turned her back to the ropes then did a back flip over them. With both feet on the ground she would go over to each side of the ring smirking as the fans had mixed reactions towards her.*

Hood: Guess Enforcer made it back from Miami in one piece...

Rockwell: Justice is looking for some revenge tonight on Duce for taking away the Tag-Team Titles.

Hood: I wish I could have bodyguards like hers. Did you see them help get gum off the bottom of her sandals? That's such a pain in the ass, I wish I had someone to do it for me...

Rockwell: Stop being so lazy and just scrape off the gum yourself!

Hood: But I don't know where that gum has been!

Rockwell: I'm not saying chew it yourself, just scrape it off...

Minos: Her opponent...

*The fans are buzzing, but soon turn to a mixed reaction as a voice begins to speak through the PA system.

"And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues... Da. Da.. Da. Da. Da.. Da...."

*The opening sounds of "Godspeed" by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd. Byson Kaliban follows behind, with both sporting their Tag-Team Titles.

Minos: Making his way to the ring... standing 6'0" and weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds... from Memphis, Tennessee... one of the current GCWA Tag-Team Champions of the World... DUCE JONES!!

*Slowly making his way towards the ring, Jones ignores the cheers and jeers that the fans are giving, as he soon makes it to ringside. Climbing onto the apron, Duce goes to the corner to his right, climbing onto the second rope and peering out into the crowd. Finally done, he jumps over the top rope, landing inside of the ring and removes his hooded vest as he prepares for action. He steps to the outside, handing off the vest, while looking to the side.*

Rockwell: Duce was having to deal with flooding and fires this week, and it went pretty poorly.

Hood: I know it's a tragic event, Krayzie's rec center burning down... but that's what insurance is for, right?

Rockwell: That doesn't replace the memories that were lost...

Hood: Eh, screw memories. Make new ones, like in this tournament!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Well, we've got both tag-teams out here, but only two can compete in the tournament now.

Hood: I wonder why Byson didn't enter? Guess he didn't want to fight Duce, huh?

Rockwell: Maybe. He's also a relative rookie.

Hood: He's a champion! We need our champs out there fighting!

Rockwell: Two champs have already gone down in the first round.

Hood: Yeah... that sucks...

*Duce finishes a quick conversation with Byson and works his way out of the corner, looking extremely confident. Justice is just sitting back, cool, watching him from her corner, showing no urgency in rushing out to fight. Duce has no problems going to her, slowly coming in with a defensive stance, but he backs off as Enforcer gets his attention, popping up on the apron. Enforcer and Duce exchange words, with Enforcer saying that they will be cashing in their rematch and get their titles back. Duce welcomes Enforcer to try it, always being up for the next defense. Unfortunately for Duce, this causes him to turn his back, and Justice immediately takes advantage by pulling herself quickly up onto the turnbuckle. Byson shouts a warning, but it's too late, as Duce turns right into a missile dropkick to the chest!! Duce falls backwards, stunned, as Justice dives on top of him, holding the leg... 1... 2... and Duce barely manages to kick out in time!*

Rockwell: That was almost a record time in this tournament!

Hood: And we've had squash matches!

Rockwell: I don't know if Justice and Enforcer conspired to have that happen, or if she just took advantage of the situation, but either way Duce needs to be on his guard!

*Both wrestlers are back up now, with Justice in control. She lands some knees to Duce's gut, keeping him off-balance, before grabbing him by the head and delivering a sitout facebuster!! Justice again goes for the quick pin, wanting out of here early... 1... 2... and Duce kicks out once more. Both wrestlers get up, with Justice quickly taking Duce back down again with a drop-toe hold, before bending back his leg and applying a crossface chickenwing submision! Duce, though, for once, has the weight advantage, and he makes use of it, dragging both wrestlers across the mat. Justice can't stop it from her current position, watching as Duce grabs the bottom rope to force the break. She gets up, a little annoyed now, but with Enforcer shouting encouragement, she continues onwards, driving a boot into Duce's ribs to send him onto the apron and sliding out to the floor. She steps out onto the apron after him, jumping off with a double axehandle shot to the back to send him reeling away.*

Rockwell: This Justice is a hell of an athlete, following in her family's footsteps.

Hood: Can you believe she's had a kid, and is still in the shape she's in?

Rockwell: It is indeed impressive.

Hood: I guess being married to a workaholic like Enforcer would probably help, too...

*Byson is nearby, watching closely, but also keeping an eye on Enforcer. The two lock eyes, with Enforcer glaring at him, remembering a low blow not so long ago. In the meantime, Justice has Duce up, taking him over near the barricade. She goes to slam Duce's head into it, but Duce blocks it with his arms, then throws an elbow back to get free. He then quickly grabs Justice and bangs her off the rail instead!! Justice lurches backwards, stunned, even as Duce takes a moment to pull himself back together. He turns and lands a right hand that sends Justice staggering away from him, before heading up onto the apron. He sets himself, waiting for Justice to turn around, before running off the apron and scoring a leaping knee strike!! Justice is down, with Duce suddenly noticing that the ref's count is going up. He quickly brings Justice up and throws her into the ring, following, to ensure the match continues.*

Hood: I never get over how easy it is for someone like Duce to beat up a woman.

Rockwell: Equal opportunity, remember, Hood?

Hood: I suppose I'm just old-fashioned.

Rockwell: Lissie Hope and Chelsea LeClair would probably gladly kick your ass equally, just for saying that...

*In the ring, Duce has Justice up now, taking her over easily with a fisherman's suplex for the pin... 1... 2... and Justice kicks out. Duce is right back up, going on the attack, this time delivering a butterfly suplex! He doesn't let go, lifting Justice up and getting a tiger suplex!! Justice rolls, as if trying to get out of the ring towards her husband, but Duce stops her from making it out. He hauls her up again, taking advantage of being the 'heavyweight' by lifting her up once more, this time landing a pumphandle neckbreaker that leaves Justice out on the mat!! Duce makes the cover, as Enforcer shouts for her to kick out... 1... 2... Justice gets out in time! Duce looks over at Enforcer, shaking his head, knowing that this just means that he has to keep punishing her. He drags Justice up, throwing her to the ropes, then rushes to meet her, going for a Superman punch! But Justice ducks under it, then spins around, grabbing Duce by the head and dropping with Lights Out (RKO)!!!! The fans are shocked, as Enforcer cheers, while shouting for her to make the pin.*

Rockwell: That was it!! Justice's finisher!!

Hood: Duce is out! But all those suplexes took it out of her!

Rockwell: If she can just roll over for the cover...

*After a few extra seconds, Justice finally pulls herself together and crawls over for the cover, putting her arm on Duce... 1... 2... but Duce had too much time, getting his shoulder up!! Justice, disappointed, sits up, with Enforcer shouting encouragement at her. Byson's shouting something else a little less polite, which causes Enforcer to angrily come around to chase him. Byson quickly hurries out of range, even while Justice gets up in the ring. She pulls Duce up, getting him near the ropes and hanging him up on them. She then drops with a rope-hung DDT, doing more damage! Another pin is made... 1... 2... but Duce just won't stay down! Justice slowly gets up, thinking about her next move. She comes to a decision, stepping near the corner as she sets herself to go for Lights Out one more time! As Duce gets up... Justice avoids Byson's hand, sweeping inside the ring! The ref turns to admonish Byson, even as Justice grabs Duce by the head... and Duce reverses into a knee brainbuster, putting Justice down!!*

Rockwell: Byson needs to keep his hands to himself!

Hood: He didn't even touch her, stop being paranoid...

Rockwell: But he was trying to!

Hood: Or he was sweeping some lint off the mat. You don't know what he was thinking...

*Byson finishes with the referee, walking away... only to run right into Enforcer's large abs! He stands up to Enforcer, wanting to know if he wants to go. He does, slugging Byson, and a brawl is underway outside the ring!! The referee directs security to do something about it, as he's paying attention inside. Duce has Justice caught up in the corner now, backing away to get enough room. He runs forward, scoring a running cornered Yakuza kick!! Justice slumps in the corner, hurting, as Duce gets himself up. He pushes Justice up onto the turnbuckle, going up with her to set up for a superplex! He starts to lift, but Justice is fighting, not wanting to go. Duce tries again, another block. He angrily tries a third time, this time getting Justice up... and Justice shifts her weight around so that she lands on top of Duce on the way down!!! The splash hits hard, with the ref sliding in... 1... 2... No! Duce escapes at the last second!*

Rockwell: A great reversal from Justice Orton-Cross!

Hood: I'd like to see Enforcer be able to do something like that!

Rockwell: Enforcer would be more likely just to throw someone over the top rope rather than off the turnbuckle...

*Security is still working to separate things on the outside, as Byson and Enforcer aren't easily split apart. Justice decides to completely ignore it, as she's got to deal with the match right in front of her. She's set now, coming in once again to grab Duce's head for Lights Out!!! But Duce blocks it again, shoving Justice away from him. Justice stops herself and comes back, hitting Duce with a clothesline across the chest, knocking him back into the ropes. She tries to press her advantage, looking for another clothesline, but Duce gets a boot up to knock her back. Duce then runs forward, nailing her with the D-Trigga!! Justice hits hard, stunned, but tries to recover as quickly as possible. It's not quick enough, as Duce is already charging at her, leaping up and scoring the Krayzed Knee (Running Busake Knee Strike)!!! Justice is down, with Duce quickly scrambling back to make the full cover, grabbing the legs... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, moving on in the tournament... Duce Jones!!

Rockwell: Duce moves on! A big victory for the co-tag-team champion!

Hood: That means a champ vs. champ fight in two weeks, right? Duce vs. Zybala?

Rockwell: Zybala will likely put the Unified X-Division Title on the line again, but I don't know if the Tag belts will be involved...

Hood: It'll be a hell of a contest, though...

Rockwell: Great showing from Justice Orton-Cross tonight, but it just wasn't quite enough, unfortunately.

*A bruised-up Byson gets into the ring to give his brother a congratulatory hug. Duce looks him over, surprised at how disheveled he looks. Enforcer is already back over with his wife.*



"What is all this NOISE?"

*A smaller duty Production worker hurries down the hallway. Faint scuffs off in the distance fill the hallway followed by an echoing crumble. A few randoms are gathered around an open doorway staring into the room it leads to. The production member shoves his way through the small group and enters the room.*

Production Guy: "What in the HELL are you doing?!"

*Jason Cashe was working combinations. Without pads to hit, he improvised some and used the bare wall. The scuffles were jabs, straights that barely touched the wall and then he jumps in place and throws his Superman Elbow which has put a few holes in the wall.*

Production Guy: "I have to report this.. This is going to cost you Mister!"

*Snapping away from the wall, Cashe lets out a low growl as he rushes the Production Guy. The man falls backwards and scurries away, leaving the room in a hurry. The group looking through the door remain, now Cashe has a small audience as well as cameras rolling.*

Jason Cashe: "Here we go! Now we have the cameras and people here to witness the vanity that is my name! Or so this Maki claims. Where? When have I sat around and listed or showcased my achievements or titles? Nobody under sells my shit better than I do and it is because I don't HAVE to sell what is there for the public eye to SEE! You want a sale?"

*He roars back to the wall and punches through the sheet rock with a huge right haymaker. Pulling free, bits of the wall have cut his hand. A small cut. Nothing to have concern for. In this match or a match like it, he will bleed and make bleed his opponents much worse.*

Jason Cashe: "Your Ancestors are trash! Your whole religion is trash! People today have no true concept of what Religion IS! They, like you sit around wanting to please these 'gods' but you pick and choose which parts of religion you accept. Laws and Religion go hand in hand and you cannot accept part of it and deny the other parts exist. It is all or nothing so how is it that Maki can hope to be accepted by her Ancestors but in her own choice, placed shame for her family name? You want to honor something that in the history of it, did not WELCOME females to become Warriors.. This ain't Mulan sweet girl and the finish for her will not result in the same for you. Take this L, checkmate, game over, body bagged. That's your outcome!"

*Grunting, Cashe was worked up. He was heated and it wasn't because Maki said anything offensive or even a good diss. He was mad because in his mind, coming into this bout. He wanted something more.*

Jason Cashe: "You want to come at me on some Booooshit? Name drop 4CW but only to mention how you ALMOST joined but didn't? Here, let me make this easier for everyone who needs some material on the DiOGee.."

*Sticking out his hand, he grabs his index finger.*

Jason Cashe: "I got fired for laughing at Perry Wallace falling down some stairs. True shit. I turned on Team 4CW a loooong time before that though and even took a shit on his desk but that's what got me fired. You might hear I quit but.. Again, visualize the show and see for yourself."

*He lets go of his index and raises his middle finger to the camera and people still there to see this meltdown like rant.*

Jason Cashe: "I joined Bad Company tag tournament Last Year and it caused people to pull out and complain because I simply wanted to participate. This is the ONLY thing since that I have ventured out to do outside of Mainstream since. So you can 'vagabond' this dick bitch!"

*Grabbing his nuts and lifting probably wasn't needed but he can't really stop doing something after he started. Holding up his ring finger, his left hand. He let out a chuckle.*

Jason Cashe: "I was engaged once.. She might have raped me but let's not get into that topic. We did a sex tape, got banned from a promotion and then I started a fire. I faked getting cursed so she wouldn't want to have kids! I added fuel to that fire until it was so hot that SHE took the window and exited via the fire escape. It broke me for a time... We all find reasons to take drugs and sometimes the drug is just too dangerous and you need to hit rock bottom to find your way up.. So no, I am not trying to be IN your head because I've known enough crazy bitches to know that an overdose is a better place to be than dealing with the nonsense usually found in the gutters of someone's dysfunction."

*He let a moment of silence fall over the room. Not that any of this was unknown, it was just older news. Scratch below the surface to find the roots. He brings up his pinky.. He is really playing this little piggy, don't let him fool you.*

Jason Cashe: "You have enough crazy motherfuckers in GHB behind you to start a war. I am here alone. I stand alone, I fight alone and my success at its HIGHEST form, since you wanna talk up my achievements is done solo. I lost my friends and my brothers place distance because I am a villain! A snake in the grass, a dog rabid hungry to lash out.. You? You are a gimmick that is better medicated with Adderall because the Demons are real but they live inside your head.. I am the creature in front of you! You should know the difference a bit more."

*Jacking his own jaw a few times as if to play towards Maki saying it was weak. Cashe has but one last statement or question to ask. Completely rhetorical.*

Jason Cashe: "Which God is it you follow again? I want to know who's name to put on the shipping crate.."

*Casually stepping to the door of his locker room. Cashe shoves the cameraman out and shuts the door on the viewing audience.*







*We see the Unified X-Division champ Mike Zybala walking through the halls in the back. He eventually spots Barry and runs up to him and starts chatting. The cameras can't hear what they are saying for some reason. The two eventually run into Deana Barrows outside of The Barrows family office.*

Deana Barrows: Mike! How's my favorite franchise manager?

Zybala: I'm doing good. Getting really excited for the grand opening next Friday. I've been coming up with all sorts of door buster deals and promotions to really draw in the crowd.

Deana Barrows: That's great. I can't wait to hear them all, but at another time. I was actually stepping out to look for Barry here. There are some things that we need to discuss regarding his undefeated steak and possible title shots that entails.

Zybala: Say no more. Have a good meeting you two.

*Zybala leaves as Deana leads Barry into the office. We hear the sound of a door locking before cutting back to Hood and Rockwell.*

Rockwell: Could Barry be getting a title opportunity soon?

Hood: He deserves it. I want to see Barry/Zybala part II myself. Let's see Barry win the gold!


Warriors of the Ring Tournament, First Round Match
Rogue Daniels (3-2) vs. "Pretty" Ricky Stanton (0-0)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an opening round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament! Approaching the ring... standing 5'7" and weighing 167 lbs... from Pensacola, Florida... he is the Outsiders United X-Division Champion... accompanied to the ring by "The Natural" Ryot, 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. Ryot follows from behind, grinning. The lights continue to circle the arena while blue and white lights slowly flash the ring.*

*As Daniels 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 them hops down and walks to his corner crouched waiting for his opponent.*

Rockwell: Daniels invaded Stanton Enterprises looking for "Pretty" Ricky Stanton, only to miss him at that point. Now he'll get a chance to finally meet up with him here in the GCWA ring.

Hood: I don't know why, but this match is making me very hungry for M&M's...

Rockwell: Even the red ones?

Hood: Any of them. I'm not picky.

Minos: His opponent... known as "The Dirtiest Player In The Game, But The Prettiest Wrestler In History"... here is "Pretty" Ricky Stanton!!

*"Judas" by Fozzy leads out "Pretty" Ricky Stanton as he looks extremely confident standing on the stage. He walks past his adoring fans, as well as those who hate him, heading for the squared circle.*

Rockwell: Stanton is a very busy man, so we're very lucky to have him participating in the Warriors of the Ring Tournament.

Hood: I always admire someone who has lots of money and power...

Rockwell: You just want to find a way to get a touch of it for yourself...

Hood: Nah, who needs power? But money? I'll take money...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So can Future Shock get a member into the Second Round? Or will another new entry make their way through?

Hood: I want to root for Daniels, since he's a great member of the GCWA family... but Stanton's just so awesome-looking...

*Stanton finishes stretching in the corner, laughing at one of the uglier people in the audience before turning back to Daniels. He comes forward, but Daniels puts a hand up to stop him. He signals to Ryot, who hands him a bag that Daniels hefts over the top rope. He turns to Stanton, who raises his eyebrow, wondering what's going on. Daniels hands over the bag, saying something about having 'missed' him. Stanton looks inside, his face showing his disgust at what's in there. He angrily throws the bag back at Daniels, who knocks it away, sending red M&M's flying everywhere! Daniels immediately comes forward, and the two men exchange shots, with Stanton angrily driving Daniels back. But he slips slightly on the M&M's on the mat, allowing Daniels to spin into a heel kick, catching Stanton in the side and knocking him backwards! Daniels then throws in a dropkick, taking Stanton down! Daniels kips up as Stanton struggles to rise, but Daniels comes in too fast, catching him with a superkick! He makes the cover... 1... 2.. and Stanton shoves him off, rolling away.*

Rockwell: We've got chocolate smears on the ring mat!

Hood: I've seen worse!

Rockwell: Someone get the ref a broom, that needs to be cleaned up!

*The referee is working to get as many M&M's out of the ring as possible. It's a pretty sad waste, but what can you do? In the meantime, Daniels has Stanton up in the corner, chopping away at him. He tries to slice across Stanton's chest, wanting to do as much damage as possible. But Stanton suddenly grabs Daniels and reverses it, getting Daniels in the corner and chopping away on him! The fans love the shots, even as they wince from the crack of the hand on the chest. Stanton then pulls Daniels out of the corner, landing a few stiff punches before grabbing hold of the wrestler and taking him over with a belly-to-belly suplex! Stanton stays on top, hanging on, as the ref comes back over... 1... 2... and Daniels kicks free. Stanton angrily gets up, still furious about the disrespect shown. He pops Daniels a few more times on the way up, then lifts him to land an inverted atomic drop, doing some damage that sends Daniels reeling to the mat!*

Rockwell: It looks like Daniels has made this one personal...

Hood: I don't know. For all we know, Stanton wrestles every match like he's pissed at his opponent.

Rockwell: That's true. But I doubt the M&M's helped.

*Stanton throws in a little strut as he walks over to the downed Daniels, dragging him upwards. He mouths off at Daniels, telling him that to take it in, since this is what success looks like. He then lifts Daniels up, giving him a slam on the canvas. Stanton then laughs above him before going for a dropping punch... hitting only canvas as Daniels rolls aside! As Stanton shakes out his wrist, Daniels springs himself back up. Stanton tries to turn with a kick, but Daniels catches his leg and takes him over with a dragon leg screw!! Stanton, hurting, fights to get back up, but Daniels is there again, taking Stanton up and back down with a shinbreaker! Stanton limps away, grabbing at the ropes to try and stay up, only to get cut down from behind by a chop block! As Stanton rolls away, Daniels goes after him, grabbing his leg and applying an Achilles lock!! Stanton's immediately in agony, his back falling to the canvas, allowing the ref to count... 1... 2.. and Stanton gets himself back up, fighting against the hold.*

Hood: Daniels really knows his wrestling holds!

Rockwell: He can take you down from any direction. Of course, I'd be more worried about him having Ryot outside...

Hood: Why? So far, Ryot's just been a fan cheering on his tag-team partner...

*Ryot is looking extremely pleased as Daniels continues to work the Achilles Lock, keeping Stanton in constant pain. The ref asks Stanton if he wants to give up, but Stanton says he's TOO PRETTY to give up! He starts pushing with his arms, fighting his way all the way over to the ropes, grabbing hold to force Daniels to break the submission! Daniels doesn't want to let go, hanging on, but the referee moves over to him, counting and threatening to throw this match out. Daniels finally drops the hold, doing a roll backwards before getting up, with the referee complaining to him about not listening to his orders. Daniels nods, accepting the criticism, even as Stanton starts to pull himself up on the ropes... only to take a right hand from Ryot, knocking him back down!! The fans boo, even as Ryot walks away quickly, pretending to have done nothing. Stanton starts to get up again, as if to head out of the ring after Ryot, only to get dropped backwards with an inverted cutter from Daniels! The pin is made... 1... 2... and Stanton kicks out, keeping himself off the canvas!*

Rockwell: Ryot couldn't resist taking the cheap shot!

Hood: Nothing cheap about it! Stanton deserved to get hit in the mouth, the way he talked about Daniels!

Rockwell: I mean, he mostly just called him a survivor and just said he wasn't as pretty as Stanton is...

Hood: Exactly!

*The referee, not knowing that anything happened, is just watching the action. Daniels drags Stanton back up, looking to lock him into an Anaconda Vise! But Stanton starts fighting back, using elbow shots to break away from "The Killswitch". Daniels shakes it off and comes in with a high kick, but Stanton viciously slams his arm downwards onto the knee of Daniels, causing him to buckle to the ground in pain!! Stanton hangs on the ropes for a moment, rubbing a hand over his sore mouth. He looks out at Ryot, glaring at him, and says this one's for him. He then grabs Daniels by the legs and drops an elbow onto the injured on, before twisting it, trying to do more damage!! Daniels fights against it, in a lot of pain as Stanton continues to work him over. The referee checks to make sure everything's legal, but Stanton's already getting back up, only to again drop the elbow on the side of the knee, as if trying to dislocate it!*

Rockwell: I think Stanton is letting some rage out!

Hood: Yeah, it looks like he wants to take that leg home as a souvenir!

Rockwell: Not the memory I'd want to perserve, but everyone has their own ways...

*Stanton continues his focus, now twisting Daniels around into a Figure Four! Daniels is yelling out in pain, his body redirected towards the center of the ring to keep him the furthest away possible from the salvation of the ropes. Stanton increased the pressure by rocking back and forth, doing as much damage as he can. The ref leans in, checking on if Daniels is going to give up... even as Stanton reaches up and grabs the ropes to get additional leverage, straining his arms. Daniels is yelling louder, but when the ref looks back, Stanton has already let go, acting as if nothing happened. When the ref looks back down, Stanton does it again, stretching out on the ropes. Ryot, nearby, starts yelling to the ref, who looks over in time to see Stanton letting go. He immediately points a finger at Stanton, having caught him, and tells him to break the hold or he'll disqualify him! Stanton pleads ignorance but lets go, letting Daniels slump to the mat.*

Hood: Daniels' partner looking out for him as always!

Rockwell: That's one time where I'll agree with you, Hood. At least Ryot didn't get physically involved that time.

Hood: He doesn't need to! C'mon, Daniels!

*Daniels is still hurting, struggling to stand on weakened legs, as Stanton gets up behind him. He turns towards Ryot and laughs before coming back to Daniels, setting him for the Pretty Boy Drop (Reverse DDT)!! But Daniels shoves backwards with his feet, managing to send both men crashing into the nearby corner!! Daniels falls to the side, still in bad shape, as Stanton works to recover. He gets up, looking towards Daniels once again, but Daniels catches him on the approach with a leaping facebreaker, slamming his knees into Stanton's face!!! Stanton stumbles away, stunned, as Daniels grabs at his legs, having used them just as they were starting to feel less painful. The ref checks on Daniels, even as Stanton straightens up... and then falls forward, having been hit in the back of the head by Ryot's fist!! Stanton's collapsed on the mat as Ryot drops back down, hiding something in his gear. Daniels stumbles forward, limping, going for the pinfall... as the bell rings! Daniels, confused, turns, but the ref is calling it!*

Minos: Due to a disqualification... here is your winner... "Pretty" Ricky Stanton!!

Hood: what just happened??

Rockwell: The ref must have seen Ryot!

Hood: But how? His back was turned! Er, plus, Ryot didn't do anything!

Rockwell: He did and you know it, Hood, and this ref either saw it out of the corner of his eye, or he has eyes in the back of his head, because he's DQ'ed Daniels!

Hood: Worst tournament ending ever!

Rockwell: Maybe so, but the ref's decision will count!

*Ryot is in the ring now, furiously arguing with the ref, saying that whatever he thought he saw wasn't what he actually saw. The referee disagrees, even with Daniels getting in the mix. Stanton has rolled out of the ring, holding the back of his head where he got hit. He looks ready to go back in, but security is there now, and hey, a win is a win for "Pretty" Ricky Stanton, so he heads off towards the back.*



*We cut backstage, where we see Jonathan Barrows on his phone. He seems to be a little frustrated at the moment, as he waits for the beep to leave a message.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hello, Mr. Houst-, er, Ed... I'm sorry to be calling again, but I haven't heard back from you, and I just wanted to assure you once again that I had nothing to do with what happened at the tournament match last week. Look, can you call me back, and we can talk about this? Maybe I can find another path for you, and I know, you want to earn it all on your own, but a little help wouldn't hurt, right? Just... give me a call. Goodbye.

*Barrows hangs up the phone, leaning against the wall. After a few seconds, he seems much more composed. He dials another number, as he starts off down the hall...*

Jonathan Barrows: Hi, Mr. Depth? Yes, I was wondering if you had a few minutes to chat...

*Barrows disappears from sight, as we go to commercial.*







*Shawn Warstein is sitting in front of his locker wrapping tape around his left hand. Round and round it goes until he tears it off and pats it down to secure it. Then he quickly does it to the right hand as well. He pulls out a sharpie and begins to write on the tape. On the backside of the left hand he writes "AT" and on the backside of his right hand he writes "KTA", suddenly.*

**Knock**

**Knock**

*Shawn Warstein is sitting in his locker room, and with a deep sigh he gets up to answer the door.*

Shawn: What do you want?

*A young reporter walks into the room with a camera crew right behind her. She brushes past Shawn and begins to direct the crew where to stand. A man holding a light shines it right in Shawn's face as he holds up a hand to block it.*

Shawn: Seriously who the fuck are you?

*Paying no attention to Shawn the woman begins to adjust her suit and is quickly handed a microphone.*

Reporter: I'm here with Warrior of the Ring hopeful, current XWF Universal Champion, Shawn Warstein.

*Shawn, still adjusting from the light being shined in his face, as he leans away from the reporter.*

Shawn: Uhh 6 feet?

Reporter: Oh you're one of them huh?

Shawn: No, I just really don't like weird people this close to me. You want to interview me, that's fine. Just take a fucking huge step back.

*The Reporter doesn't move as Shawn let's out a dejected sigh.*

Shawn: Fine. The quicker this is over, the quicker we can get you the hell outta here.

Reporter: That's the spirit.

*She pulls out a small notepad that has a few things scribbled on it.*

Reporter: Ok you're considered one of the best that the XWF has to offer....

Shawn: Let me stop you right there. I'm not one of the best the XWF has to offer.... I am THE BEST the XWF has to offer. The fact that I'm even here in this fucking po-dunk city is a blessing to everyone here in attendance, and those who are unfortunate enough to have only basic cable and this is all they have to watch on a Friday Night. When I agreed to participate in this tournament I was promised the best of the best that GCWA had to offer and what did I get?

*Shawn looks down at the reporter, and quickly snatches away the mic. He gently moves her out of frame. As he turns his attention back to the camera.*

Shawn: No what I got was a bunch of nobodies who on their best day couldn't live up to a standard cliche. Just look at who I face tonight. Zed, that's for all my Canadians out there, is what the random drawing decided for me. Cool. Who is that again? Right, nobody. I know for a fact that I am the best that this industry has to offer. I came here with only one thing in mind, winning. The thought of losing has and will never cross my mind. At the beginning of the night there were 23 people vying for second place.

*Shawn smiles at the camera.*

Shawn: And everyone knows I'm right.... well they do now. When I was announced, no one knew who I was here. It didn't take long for them to notice me now. They are all now looking at themselves in the mirror thinking to themselves... "Well maybe next year" and that assuming I don't come back next year and win it again. That's the simple thing in all of this... I do what I want when I want. I know today I'm basically a cliche machine, but what do you expect? You want all my good material?

*Shawn laughs lightly to himself.*

Shawn: No, anytime you see me on GCWA TV just know that you're getting the B material. This place doesn't deserve my best. It never has and never will be on MY level.

*The Reporter sidles her way back into the frame and leans over to the mic.*

Reporter: Well what are your plans should you win the whole tournament?

*Shawn looks over to the reporter and is shocked that she even asked a question.*

Shawn: "Should I win"... I think you mean "When" I win the tournament. Go ahead say it...

*Shawn puts the mic in her face, inches away from her mouth.*

Shawn: Say it.

*The Reporter hesitates for a moment but eventually relents.*

Reporter: When you win.

*Shawn smiles widely, and once again gently slides her out of frame.*

Shawn: See that wasn't so difficult. Well when I win, I'm going to take that 50k and I don't know... burn it? Give it to charity? Who cares, it's nothing. And as for the title shot? Maybe I'll beat...

*Shawn leans over to the reporter.*

Shawn: Who's the champion in this shithole?

*She whispers the name into his ear.*

Shawn: Right Mack.... something. Well maybe I'll just take his title and bring it home. We could always use another paper weight in my office. Or I won't even bother with the title shot. I don't really care about any of that. I came here with one intention only.... that's to win and to prove to everyone that I AM THE BEST. Now get the fuck out of here.

*Shawn begins to shoo them out of the locker room. He slams the door behind them and walks back to his locker.*

Shawn: Which pair of socks will I wear tonight? Polka dots? Or American Flag? Man these decisions are getting harder and harder each time.

*Shawn leans back in his chair holding the two pairs of socks as the camera fades.*

Rockwell: It'd be easy to say Warstein is the most confident person in the tournament...

Hood: Honestly, I think everyone's confident until they get hit in the mouth...

Rockwell: Too true, Hood. Very insightful.

Hood: Sure I just read it somewhere... on with more bloodshed!


Warriors of the Ring Tournament, First Round Match
Crazy Chris (36-23-1) vs. The Lost Soul (32-25-2)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an opening round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament! First, coming to the ring... standing 6'3" and weighing 235 lbs... from Parts Unknown... he is the holder of a Golden Opportunity contract... here is The Lost Soul!!

*The theme to Halloween plays as the lights dim. A spotlight shines on the entrance way as TLS appears. The crowd brings out their phones and turns on their flashlight apps as he makes his way methodically to the ring.*

Rockwell: The Lost Soul spent some time in prison this week, but luckily got broken out in time to compete tonight.

Hood: So are the other guys wearing masks clones, or just lookalikes? Are they his subjects or something?

Rockwell: I don't have a clue, Hood. I just know the one we've got in front of us now is the real deal.

Hood: And how could you possibly know that?

Rockwell: Because The Lost Soul never misses a fight. He also challenged Noah Hanson earlier tonight, after all...

Hood: Yeah, I guess only the real deal would have the Golden Opportunity contract...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'0" and weighing 228 lbs... from Smithville, Tennessee... he is a GCWA Hall of Famer... with his brother, Dangerous Dan... Crazy Chris!!

*The lights go out as a strobe of green and red begin flashing across the arena. At the same time we hear the guitar rip of Mental Health By Zebrahead play. We then get to:*

"Let's go"

*The guitar rip solo continues to play as the strobe lights flicker even faster. The first verse echoes over the PA:*

"The lights are on but there is no one home
Yeah, I'm the type of guy that shouldn't be left alone"

*Chris steps onto the stage staring out into the crowd. Dangerous Dan walks out behind the champ with a smile. Crazy Chris stands a few moments and soaks the cheers in. The song plays so quickly that we now enter the chorus:*

"And all I want is to go home just for a bit
But these padded rooms are the shit
Whoa, I'm happy in my mental health
Whoa, these conversations with myself
Whoa, they say that only time will tell
Whatever I'm happy in my mental health
I'm happy in my mental health"

*Chris laughs and smiles as they now make their way down the rampway towards the ring.*

"1, 2, 1, 2, 3, go

Hey, meet a friend of mine, now where'd he go?
He's probably sitting there but you would never know
They say just one more shock, try not to resist
They say lie down and bite on this"

*Chris now makes his way up the steps and poses on the top turnbuckle. Dan stays on the outside, giving his brother the glory. Crazy Chris motions towards the crowd and even gestures along to the beat of the music. As the next verse plays Chris leaps down to the middle of the ring. He makes his way to the second turnbuckle when we get back to the main chorus:*

"Whoa, I'm happy in my mental health
Whoa, these conversations with myself
Whoa, they say that only time will tell
Whatever I'm happy in my mental health"

*Chris again smiles and stands in the middle of the ring pointing at his temple motioning that he is proud of his mental state. He then slowly raises up his arms, to the cheers of the crowd.*

Rockwell: Crazy Chris had to watch his brother come up short against Havoc last week. This week, it's his turn to try and move forward, as he prepares for battle with an old ally turned enemy.

Hood: Can you imagine a team-up of Crazy Chris and The Lost Soul?

Rockwell: The tag-team name speaks for itself.

Hood: Two Lunatics In Masks?

Rockwell: I stand corrected...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: These two have faced off countless times throughout their careers in the GCWA, the ICWF, and OCW.

Hood: Yeah, The Lost Soul and The Danger Boiz, adversaries for life! And by that, I mean, they have to die someday...

Rockwell: But not today! Winner moves on, loser gets to watch from home!

*The fans are split now, with a "Let's Go Crazy / TLS!" chant echoing throughout the GCWA Arena. Crazy Chris comes forward, nodding to The Lost Soul. He shows some respect for a wrestler he's known for at least a decade. The Lost Soul returns the nod, walking forward and extending a hand towards him. The fans give a cheer as Crazy Chris considers the hand for a moment. He steps in, and the two masked men share a handshake to begin the contest, as Dangerous Dan applauds from the outside. A second later, The Lost Soul yanks a surprised Crazy Chris down into a roll-up, holding him down as the referee slides into place... 1... 2... and Crazy Chris kicks out!! He rolls to the side, sitting up and staring at The Lost Soul... who simply shrugs, as if saying it was worth a try. Crazy Chris kips up quickly to his feet, watching The Lost Soul warily as they begin to circle each other, starting out the action after a close near-fall.*

Hood: The Lost Soul is so sneaky! Sometimes I can't help but root for him in spite of myself.

Rockwell: Plus it doesn't hurt that you hate the Danger Boiz.

Hood: Yep! Seeing Dangerous Dan lose last week was great! I hope I get a similar feeling tonight!

Rockwell: Well, we'll find out soon enough...

*The two wrestlers lock up, with The Lost Soul transitioning into a headlock, hoping to contain Crazy Chris' speed. But he can't stop Crazy Chris from pushing them into the ropes, with Chris pushing TLS off and sending him across the ring. TLS comes back, with Chris leapfrogging over him easily. He turns to try for a monkey flip on TLS, but the wrestler has already stopped his momentum by grabbing the ropes. He goes for an elbow drop, but Chris quickly springs out of the way, causing TLS to hit the mat instead! The Lost Soul shakes out his arm and gets up, turning back as Crazy Chris charges at him. The Lost Soul reacts immediately, throwing Crazy Chris over him with a back body drop, only for Crazy Chris to land on his feet behind him! Chris then runs forward, hitting the ropes and springing off of them backwards with a flip, going for a springboard crossbody! The Lost Soul sees it coming, though, and readjusts, catching Crazy Chris in mid-air! He lifts Chris up as if to slam him, but Chris shoves free during the twist, landing beside TLS. As TLS turns, Chris grabs him and delivers an armdrag takedown that sends TLS sliding out of the ring!*

Rockwell: Again, it's clear that these guys know each other so well!

Hood: Yep, which is why Crazy Chris should have known better than to accept a handshake...

Rockwell: And why The Lost Soul should know that he's not safe outside the ring!

*As The Lost Soul takes a few steps outside, clearing his head, he notices Dangerous Dan standing nearby. Dan raises his hands and steps back, not wanting to risk any possibility of a disqualification in this one for his brother. The Lost Soul turns back to the ring, where he sees Crazy Chris racing towards the ropes! As Chris goes through them, The Lost Soul drops to a knee, expecting Crazy Chris to fly overhead for a crash landing! But Chris caught on the ropes, managing to land himself on the apron! As The Lost Soul rises back up, Chris runs off the apron and leaps at him, catching TLS around the head and slinging him into the apron with a hurricanrana!!! The Lost Soul is down, as Crazy Chris works back to his feet. He quickly goes back onto the apron, setting himself up to run forward with a handspring off the apron, corkscrewing down into a splash on the fallen TLS!! Chris rises back up, turning and giving his brother a high five, as the referee starts counting out both men.*

Rockwell: I never get tired of watching Crazy Chris fly around the ring... as well as outside it!

Hood: So the guy's still as light as a sack of feathers. He's about as smart as one, too!

Rockwell: Don't take away Crazy Chris' ring awareness. He's shown more than once that he can out-think his opponents as well as out-fly them...

*With the ref still counting, Crazy Chris pulls The Lost Soul up and gets him under the ropes. Crazy Chris then hops up on the apron and turns, heading up the turnbuckle as well to get to the top. He waits as The Lost Soul regains his footing, then leaps off with another crossbody attempt. But The Lost Soul counters by jumping into a dropkick, kicking Crazy Chris in mid-air!! Crazy Chris goes down, rolling into a ball, as The Lost Soul sits up, working to recover. The ref moves in, checking on Crazy Chris, who is in a lot of pain. The dropkick may have landed lower than intended... or maybe right on target. The Lost Soul is up now, coming over and grabbing at the back of Crazy Chris' mask to pull him up. He quickly snaps Crazy Chris down with a DDT, planting him hard on the mat before making a quick cover... 1... 2... and Crazy Chris kicks out! The Lost Soul tries again, grabbing both legs this time... 1... 2... but Crazy Chris keeps escaping the pin.*

Rockwell: That was seriously close to a low blow, Hood!

Hood: It's a dropkick. How can a dropkick be considered an illegal maneuver?

Rockwell: So you don't think The Lost Soul was aiming it intentionally?

Hood: Oh, knowing The Lost Soul, it was deliberate. But that doesn't make it illegal!

*The Lost Soul has Crazy Chris back up now, holding him in place so that TLS can drop him with a Russian leg sweep. Crazy chris hits hard, with The Lost Soul again going for the pin... 1... 2... but Crazy Chris isn't staying down. Dangerous Dan, on the outside, continues to cheer on his brother, wanting him to get back up and continue. The Lost Soul doesn't seem too excited with his prospect, as he steps over Crazy Chris' shoulders and sits down on him, applying a Camel Clutch submission!! Crazy Chris, grounded, has to fight against the agony in the nerves of his spinal cord, even as the referee looks to see if he's going to give up. The Lost Soul continues to lean back, trying to stretch the fight out of his opponent. He knows the best way to contain someone like Crazy Chris is by keeping them on the mat. Crazy Chris fights to get free, pushing with his knees to get some purchase. He starts to rise up... and The Lost Soul suddenly releases the Camel Clutch, only to switch into a crossface variation!!*

Rockwell: The Lost Soul's doing his best to keep the high flyer off his feet.

Hood: You know the best way to do that? Break the feet! C'mon, TLS!

Rockwell: Hopefully things won't go that far...

Hood: You can just call it an accident... that you accidentally did to both legs!

*Dangerous Dan is pounding on the apron, getting the fans to chant for Crazy Chris. It seems to be working, as Chris is rising up against the hold, fighting against it. A few elbows get him free, allowing Chris to run to the ropes and come back... only for TLS to land a shoulderblock that puts Chris back down! The Lost Soul hauls him back up, working to twist him around for a bodyslam, but Chris twists out of it, landing on his feet. Before TLS can do anything, Chris gets him in the air, landing Crazy Days (TKO Facebuster)!!! Crazy Chris makes the cover, tired out... 1... 2... and The Lost Soul kicks free! Crazy Chris doesn't slow down, though, puling TLS back up and landing He's Delirious (Chemical Imbalance II)!!! The fans are losing it over the big moves being displayed as another pin is made... 1... 2... no, The Lost Soul gets out of it again! Crazy Chris looks disappointed, glancing out at his brother for some support as the match continues.*

Rockwell: Crazy Chris is pulling out all the classics to try and keep TLS down!

Hood: I'd never describe the Danger Boiz as classical. They're definitely alternative.

Rockwell: I happen to like alternative music. Nirvana was considered alternative for a while.

Hood: Please don't compare Nirvana to the Danger Boiz, I don't think I could take it...

*As The Lost Soul is still down in the ring, Crazy Chris has headed for the turnbuckle, his home away from home. He positions himself at the top, steadying his breathing as he sets himself. He leaps, going for a frog splash, but TLS is already moving, having been playing possum! Crazy Chris hits nothing but canvas, holding his damaged midsection. He doesn't get a chance to recover, as The Lost Soul is quickly rolling him up from behind... 1... 2... No! Crazy Chris escapes! He jumps up, but TLS is right there grabbing him for the Soulbuster (Brainbuster)!! But Crazy Chris reverses out, landing in front of TLs and kicking him to set for the Crazy Ride (Powerbomb facebuster)! No, The Lost Soul reverses with a back drop, with Crazy Chris landing on his feet. He stumbles into the ropes and comes back, leaping for a version of the Crazy Man's Suicide (Diving Reverse Sidekick) but TLS avoids it! As Chris tries to spin around, TLS grabs him for the schoolboy, once again working to hold him down... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, moving on in the tournament... The Lost Soul!!

Hood: He got him!

Rockwell: No one knows more pinning variations than The Lost Soul, and he caught Crazy Chris with that one to move on!

Hood: For an old-timer, the guy sure can surprise!

Rockwell: That means that The Lost Soul will face "Pretty" Ricky Stanton in the next round! That should be a heck of a match!

Hood: Total opposites there, since there's nothing pretty about The Lost Soul...

*Crazy Chris is up, desperately trying to convince the referee that he got free in time, but the referee's decision stands. The Lost Soul has already left the ring, spending no time celebrating. He departs to the back.*



*We cut to a video of earlier in the day. We see a limo pull up in front of the GCWA Arena and stop. The back door opens and we see a well dressed Jonathan Barrows step out. He removes his sunglasses and stares next to the arena.*

Jonathan Barrows: Oh, come on!!!

*The camera follows the gaze of Barrows and we see the big green house which holds The Garden of Betrayal right next to the arena. Barrows however looks to the left of the arena. We all can see a building being constructed at a remarkable pace. It looks almost done in fact. It's about half the size of the GCWA arena, but still about two stories high. Barrows storms right up to the greenhouse and slams the door open. He looks around and eventually finds Zybala feeding some of the birds. Zybala looks up, hearing the noise, and smiles at his boss. Barrows is not having any of this good naturedness. *

Jonathan Barrows: Care to explain the new building? And quickly, before I have you dragged out of here and have to call a demolitions company?

* Zybala finishes feeding the birds and brushes his hands off on his pants. He turns to face Barrows. *

Zybala: Let me ask you a question, Mr. B. Do you like money?

Jonathan Barrows: That is a ridiculous question. Everyone likes money. But I don't see...

* Zybala starts walking, motioning Barrows to follow. He sighs but follows regardless. Zybala picks a flower from a nearby Bush and holds it. *

Zybala: You see, boss, everything I've done since coming to your great company has been in the pursuit of making money for us all. My feud with The A-List was a must see for all the fans. Me putting my X-Division title for every match I'm in made the stakes even higher, meaning more viewers. Hell, Outsiders is even building up in viewership. The Garden has helped with that. So let me ask you, Mr. Barrows; have I ever steered you wrong since our working friendship started??

Jonathan Barrows: I respect that we have been successful working together. The fans actually seem to get a kick out of Outsiders Special Attraction matches. From that, I've given you a lot of leeway. But my family is still in charge of everything that happens around here. When someone goes and builds something... TWICE... without talking to us first, it's a problem...

* Zybala acknowledges this with a nod, and hands the flower to Barrows. Barrows take it, looking confused. He doesn't even like flowers. Why does he keep taking them from Zybala? IS he magic, like Hood keeps claiming? *

Zybala: I understand your concern, but your sister signed off on the new building. She loved the idea I have in mind. Let me ask you this. How much of the food sales do you guys get from the arena? How much cash is the food sales taking away from people buying GCWA merch?

Jonathan Barrows: I leave the hard figures for the accountants. But I would say yes, food sales are a factor in how much merchandise is bought. We negotiated good deals with a couple of companies here in town... and Hunter worked out that one with Bifford's Sandwiches of Chicken...

*Barrows audibly shudders at the thought of what they're selling at the arena, but he comforts himself in the money they make from the contract. Zybala grins. *

Zybala: What if I told you what I'm building will get the Barrows family almost ALL of the food revenue??

* This gets Barrows's full attention. Zybala continues. *

Zybala: Recently, my wife and I went out for dinner at a nice establishment. It was during that time that I came up with a wonderful idea. So I got a hold of your sister, because you have so much work on your plate already, and told her my plan. She loved it. So I talked to the manager of the restaurant, got in touch with their corporate offices, and made the deal of a lifetime. That building over there is going to be a GCWA owned Red Robin franchise! With yours truly as the G.M. That way you guys get a cut of the concession stands but also ONE HUNDRED PERCENT of the Red Robin profits! GCWA will be making bank seven days a week. Plus it has two levels for guests, and is large enough to hold... special events you or your family may want to hold...

* Zybala leaves the last comment hanging in the air.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hmmm. I will say it sounds like a winning plan. I'll talk to Deana, since she okayed it, and we'll go from there.

Zybala: Wondrous! You will not regret this. While I have your attention, I'd like to talk to you about the winner take all Outsiders match. I think it is building up to such a proportion that only a spot on Warriors of the Ring would do it justice. The fans seem to be really vested in it, and that means cold, hard cash. After all, this is about you and I getting a buttload of money. The rest are there to simply...bring the fans in.

*Barrows does like to think about a lot of money. They walk off, as we go to commercial.*







*The screen fills with static. As the static fades away, a grainy black and white video begins to play. You are making your way through the mostly empty GCWA arena. You're making your way through the hallway. The camera turns, and you see a door slightly open, "Barrows" is on the door. Under the name, you see the one hatch mark made last week by Lucian Rage. The door pushes open, the entire room is dark, but a small light coming from a room to the left. The camera goes into the room, and sitting cross legged in the middle of the floor, a small fire in the trash can, is Lucian Rage. The flames dance, illuminating his face. Lucian doesn't move, doesn't turn his head to the camera. He picks up another piece of paper from his lap, dropping it into the fire. Flames rise up, then calm back down*

Lucian - What is it you remember about your life? Any of you. Do you look back and remember all the good times with your family? My memories are a little different.

*Lucian holds a printed out photograph towards the camera. It is an old picture of Arryk Rage holding the FWA Cruiserweight Title. He drops it into the fire. Flames brighten around his face before dimming back out*

Lucian - I remember watching my father break his body. Break his soul. Bleed. For all of you. Everywhere he went, he put it all on the line every night, but you don't remember him.

*Rage holds another picture, this one of Arryk holding the ICWF Lightweight Championship. He drops that photo into the fire*

Lucian - Everywhere he went, he won. But, you all let him die. I watched this industry kill him. So I am here, to remind you.

*Lucian holds a final piece of paper, this one is of Arryk Rage holding the GCWA X-Division belt. He rips that one in half before dropping the two of them into the fire*

Lucian - I will burn it all to the ground if I have to. I will burn our names into history. None of you get to erase us, ever again. Sleep well, GCWA, and get all the rest you can.

*Lucian stands, staring down at the fire before he exits the room and the screen fills with static again*

Rockwell: I don't envy John E Depth in the next round...

Hood: I still can't believe John E Depth is IN the next round!

Rockwell: We're almost through setting up the next round of brackets, so let's keep rolling!


Warriors of the Ring Tournament, First Round Match
The Big Bifford (39-15-2) vs. Chad Vargas (10-7)

*"Vagabond" by the Greenskeepers hits. Mack O'Connor walks out on the stage and walks directly towards the ring, heading around it to approach the announce table. He's dressed in his usual jeans and a black tank top, with the GCWA World Heavyweight Title wrapped around his waist. After raising an arm to acknowledge the fans, he takes a seat next to Hood and Rockwell, getting his headset in place.*

Rockwell: We're joined in this one by the World Heavyweight Champion, Mack O'Connor! Mack, good to see you!

Mack O'Connor: Good to be here, Adrian. I was tired of drinking at home, it's more fun here in the crowd.

Hood: You were great at Crescendo, champ. I was pulling for you!

Rockwell: What? You were rooting for Vargas to win the whole time, Hood!

Hood: Lies. Fake news. Mack is the man!

Mack O'Connor: Thank you, Hood.

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an opening round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament! Introducing first... standing 6'4" and weighing 240 lbs... from Everclear County, Tennessee... here is "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!!

*"Needle and the Spoon" by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins to play, getting a strong reaction from the crowd in the arena. Vargas comes out with an American flag draped over him, walking towards the ring as the cheers and boos both rain down. Vargas gets into the ring, taking off the flag and handing it to a nearby crew member before getting up on the turnbuckle and shouting out at all his detractors, flipping them off.*

Rockwell: Vargas is looking to return to the #1 contendership by winning this tournament.

Mack O'Connor: He gave me a pretty good fight, but he had his chance. He blew it.

Hood: Starting out with Bifford really sucks, though. One major favorite is going to be out tonight either way!

Mack O'Connor: I'd rather have fresh competition anyway.

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

*As "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio begins to play, The Big Bifford walks out of the back wearing his MAGICAL FLEECE. The crowd gives him a warm ovation as the heavyweight stomps down the aisle, smiling as he looks around. Earl the Popcorn Salesman follows him down, handing out free chicken sandwich samples to some of the audience along the railing.*

Rockwell: The Big Bifford was in the midst of a feud with Crash Rodriguez when both disappeared for weeks. Now, though, he's back, having entered the tournament as an anonymous entry.

Mack O'Connor: Classic Bifford...

Hood: Which I don't understand. What did he gain by hiding his identity? He still had to reveal himself last week!

Rockwell: The only answer to that is... he's Bifford...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Two of the top veterans in the company face off here on Friday Night Inferno!

Hood: We're definitely throwing away a good Pay-Per-View match tonight! Go GCWA!

Mack O'Connor: I always applaud wasting good money.

*Vargas comes out of his corner ready to go. He still looks ticked off from last week, when he found out he was going to face Bifford. He comes up to Bifford, mouthing off at him, demanding to know why he thinks he should even be in this tournament after 'chickening out' in his series with Crash Rodriguez. Bifford's smile fades for a moment, as he reaches out and puts a huge hand over Vargas' face, pushing him backwards!! Vargas, his eyes wide with disbelief, stares at the man who would have the gall to put his hands on him like that. With a string of curse words, Vargas comes forward, throwing punches, with Bifford matching up with him!! The two men slug away at each other to the cheers of the crowd, who always love a good brawl. Bifford starts to get the best of Vargas, landing a couple of clubbing blows that send the veteran backwards. But Vargas comes back with forearm shots, trying to take the heavyweight down with each hit. But Bifford shakes them off, stepping forward and thrusting his belly out to knock Vargas backwards!*

Rockwell: The Big Bifford is one of the most unique wrestlers you can go against in the world today...

Mack O'Connor: Unique is one word for a guy who has three anacondas wrapped around his waist.

Hood: He completely changes your repetoire. Suplexes are out. Basically any power move. You sure as hell aren't going for a Gorilla Press!!

Rockwell: A veteran like Vargas will have to adapt, as he has many times before...

Mack O'Connor: I've known Chad for a long time. Adapting to things isn't his strong suit.

*The Big Bifford has gotten control now, thanks to a few hammering blows rained down onto Vargas. He's got the Confederate Icon in the corner now, working him over with a few more shots. Bifford steps away from the corner, raising his arms to the crowd, before turning and starting to charge back for a splash! But Vargas raises up using the ropes for leverage, throwing both boots in the air to connect with Bifford's head!! The big man staggers away, shakes it off, and then comes in again, but Vargas again gets the legs up, landing another kick. Bifford again doesn't go down, just stumbling away. He straightens up again and charges a third time, but this time Vargas gets himself partially up on the turnbuckle and leaps forward with a flying clothesline, nailing Bifford! He doesn't go down, but he's off-balance, as Vargas gets up and runs to the ropes before coming back, diving into both of Bifford's legs!! Bifford goes down hard, crashing onto his back, with Vargas popping up on the other side to grab the huge legs to pull into a pin... 1... 2.. and Bifford kicks out!*

Hood: The Confederate Icon is cutting Bifford down to size!

Rockwell: That would be a lot of cutting...

Mack O'Connor: It would take 5-10 cuts at least.

*Vargas has continued attacking Bifford on the canvas. He attempted applying an STF submission, but Bifford's leg was just too much of an issue to bend backwards. So Vargas has instead switched to a crossface chickenwing variation, working over Bifford while not laying underneath him. Bifford fights against the hold, refusing to stay down, as he starts slowly rising to his feet, with Vargas clinging to his back! The Confederate Icon keeps working, trying to take away Bifford's oxygen to put him back down. But Bifford has a larger O2 rate than most, thanks to his girth, and he's able to fight off the hold. He starts to push backwards, sending both men into the corner, but Vargas senses the danger and hops off, half-falling through the ropes to the apron as Bifford slams into the turnbuckle pads!! Bifford shakes off the impact, having absorbed it in his large shoulders, and turns, but Vargas grabs him by the head and drops off the apron, clotheslining Bifford on the ropes!!*

Rockwell: So far, it looks like Vargas' game plan is paying off...

Hood: C'mon, Vargas! Barrows wants this guy out of the tournament, and so do I!

Mack O'Connor: I couldn't care less about either of them moving on.

*The referee watches from the side, out of the line of fire, as Vargas has gone up to the top turnbuckle. He waits for The Big Bifford to finish turning his direction and then leaps, landing a missile dropkick!! Bifford falls back into the ropes, luckily not getting tangled up in them, as Vargas gets back to his feet. He smirks, pointing at Bifford and asking if this is all the fat bastard has left. He comes in, landing a couple more punches, and then steps to the side of Bifford, setting him up for The Stroke (Forward Russing Legsweep)!! But Bifford stands there, blocking it, as he stares at Vargas. Vargas tries again, but he can't get Bifford to move. Bifford then suddenly reaches over, grabbing Vargas by the throat!! Before the startled veteran can react, Bifford has him in the air, twisting around and landing a chokeslam!! Vargas flops on his back, stunned, as Bifford takes a knee next to him in order to lean over for the pin... 1... 2... and Vargas kicks out!*

Rockwell: The power of The Big Bifford is once again shown! He's taken several hits from Vargas, yet did that chokeslam with little effort!

Hood: It's not fair! All that blubber allows too much cushioning! It's nearly impossible to penetrate!

Mack O'Connor: It's still too damn hard to make original fat jokes for this behemoth.

*The Big Bifford is back up now, dragging Vargas along with him. He throws Vargas into the corner and this time stands with his hands on the ropes, preventing escape... as he throws his weight back multiple times, crushing Vargas in-between himself and the corner!!! vargas slumps on the ropes, having had the wind knocked out of him. Bifford turns back and grabs him by the head again, pulling him forward and yanking him into position before delivering a double-arm DDT!! Vargas is down, with Bifford making the cover... 1... 2... and Vargas gets free! Bifford, a little annoyed, gets up and shrugs to the fans before going to the ropes and coming back, jumping up with all his weight and dropping onto Vargas with a splash!!! Everyone in the crowd, even those who hate Vargas, groan in sympathy. Even the ref looks saddened for him as he drops to make the count... 1... 2... 3, NO!!! Vargas somehow got a shoulder up!!! Bifford can't believe it, but the ref is clearly showing a count of 2.*

Rockwell: How did Vargas manage to kick out of a Big Bifford splash??

Mack O'Connor: Pure damn stubborness.

Hood: The guy really works this win, Adrian. But his ribcage will never be the same again...

*After a few more questioning looks at the referee, Bifford gets up, pulling Vargas up along with him. He still doesn't believe that Vargas would have had enough to kick free. But in order to settle things, Bifford sets Vargas up for the Biff End (Jumping Piledriver)!! But Vargas suddenly pulls himself away before Bifford can fully lock it in, throwing up a desperation uppercut that catches Bifford under the chin! Bifford looks upwards at the arena ceiling for a few seconds before dropping to a knee, trying to shake off the hit. Vargas, though, seizes the opportunity, grabbing Bifford by the head and landing the Snakeskin DDT (Modified Evenflow DDT)!!! Bifford's down, but Vargas has no energy to cover him. He just lays on the mat, breathing heavily, trying to get his energy back. He slowly sits up, glaring at Bifford, who suddenly starts to sit up as well!! Seeing this, Vargas pushes himself up, calling on a burst of adrenaline to reach his feet first. He catches Bifford on the way up, taking him back down with Lethal Strike (Swinging Neckbreaker)!!! Vargas lands on top... 1... 2... 3, NO!! Bifford barely escapes!!*

Hood: Damn it, count faster, ref! You'd think he learned counting from Sesame Street or something!

Rockwell: You mean like The Count? One downed wrestler, hah hah hah. TWO downed wrestlers...

Hood: Shut up, Adrian...

Mack O'Connor: Quality TV right there...

*Vargas slowly gets up, giving the referee his own angry look. Apparently neither wrestler is happy with the counting speed of this particular referee. He turns away from the ref, going to the corner, even as The Big Bifford starts to pull himself together. It's hard to see from the camera angle, but it looks like Vargas has brought out some brass knuckles, possibly preparing for The KKF (Knoxville Knuckle Strike)!! He turns back, keeping his hand hidden from the referee, and comes in at Bifford... but Bifford blocks the punch and throws back one of his own! Vargas tries again, but Bifford blocks it again and this time comes in with a headbutt that rocks Vargas back into the corner! His hand opens up, with something falling out of the ring out of sight. Bifford's right back on top of Vargas, lifting him up onto the turnbuckle. He then gets underneath Vargas, lifting him up and giving him a super bodyslam off the top, sending him crashing hard to the mat!! Bifford slowly makes his way over for the cover... 1... 2... but Vargas is still kicking out, keeping this one going!*

Rockwell: It's going to take a lot to keep either of these guys down for the three count.

Mack O'Connor: You're telling me. I thought I'd be backstage again by now.

Hood: Especially if the ref keeps counting the way he is! Hey, ref, you're not paid by the minute here, you know! It's per match!

*Bifford is next to the ropes now, having kicked Vargas over there. Using the ropes for balance, Bifford takes a step up... standing on Vargas' back!! The Confederate Icon lets out a yell at the weight on his spine, as the referee does a five-count. Bifford breaks long before that, stepping away, only to step back up! After the second count, Bifford drops off, looking down on Vargas with a deep laugh. He pulls Vargas up, lifting him into his arms with a bearhug!! But before Bifford can fully get it locked in, Vargas throws his head forward, landing his own headbutt! Bifford drops Vargas, although it's hard to tell who was hurt worse from the headbutt. Vargas slumps into the ropes, with Bifford stumbling away before looking back at his rival. He decides to come forward, wanting to drop a leg onto the back of Varga' neck!!! But Vargas moves aside just in time, leaving Bifford to go through the ropes with his foot, getting racked by the middle rope!!! Bifford falls back into the ring, holding his hands over his groin, as Vargas gets himself up. He staggers over and uses the ropes to spring himself up, landing a leg drop! The cover is made... 1... 2... 3, NO! Bifford still manages to kick out!*

Rockwell: This is becoming a Last Man Standing match...

Hood: I don't know that either man is going to be standing after this one...

Mack O'Connor: I'm tempted to lend a hand just to get this over with.

*Vargas gets himself back up, going over to Bifford and grabbing him by the head. He drags him forward, wanting The Stroke!! But as Vargas goes down, Bifford doesn't come with him, having supported himself with the ropes!! Vargas doesn't take too hard of a landing, cushioning himself as he usualy would. He does a roll and gets up, turning back to where Bifford is coming towards him. He goes for a kick, but Bifford catches the leg, throwing it aside and lifts Vargas up onto his shoulders!! Vargas struggles to get free of the fireman's carry before Bifford can toss him, managing to slide down his back. He grabs Bifford's head from behind, wanting a neckbreaker, but Bifford shoves him away. Vargas hits the ropes and charges back with a shoulderblock, but gets knocked back himself! Bifford then grabs Vargas, turning him for the Biff End (Jumping Piledriver), only for Vargas to knock himself free and spin up to go for the Stroke again! No, Bifford blocks it once more by stomping on Vargas' foot! As Vargas stumbles, off-balance, Bifford locks him in... BIFF END!!! Bifford makes the cover, hanging onto the legs... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, moving on in the tournament... The Big Bifford!!

Hood: Bifford moves on!

Mack O'Connor: Damn. Sorry, Chad.

Hood: I thought you weren't pulling for either of them?

Mack O'Connor: What can I say? I've known the guy too long...

*O'Connor takes off his headset and gets up, grabbing the championship on his way out. The Big Bifford watches him leave, smiling, as if he's hungry for what Mack's holding. That's a scary thought. We fade out.*



*The picture switches to backstage, where whistling can be heard inside of the restroom. The door is opened and we move in, even though I'm pretty sure it's very illegal to be taking a camera into a restroom like this. But it's wrestling, what can you do? Inside, we see a man swinging a mop around, getting the floor all spotless. He turns to the camera, showing it's Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn. He smiles at the unexpected intrusion.*

Peter Vaughn: Hi! What's going on?

Cameraman: You seem happy.

Peter Vaughn: You know, I haven't been beat up in weeks now? And I get to keep getting paid a good rate to help keep everything clean here in the arena.

*Vaughn looks around at everything around him.*

Peter Vaughn: It's a win-win!

*Vaughn puts on a convincing smile that soon fades away.*

Cameraman: You okay, Peter?

Peter Vaughn: ... I need to make a call...

*Vaughn leaves the mop aside, getting out his old-school flip cell phone. He pulls up the number for Zybala and dials as he walks away. There's suddenly the sound of a loud flush, and the cameraman turns back to see Tony The Spider peeking out.*

Tony The Spider: If you people only knew...HAHAHAHAHAHA!!

*We fade out to the sound of laughter.*







RECORDED EARLIER

*In the underground garage of the Global Championship Wrestling Association arena the scene comes into focus just as the thunderous roar of a motorcycle is heard and then seen. The motorcycle comes to a halt right in front of the camera. Engine off. The man riding the machine removes his helmet revealing the man if chaos, Zolton. His expression showing annoyance.*

Zolton: Let me guess? Wanting me to say more than I have already said about Warstein.

*The camera nods quickly. As Z steps off the motorcycle.*

Zolton: What more can I say? I've already compared him border line pedaphilic children's television shows. I could say that his ridiculous use of my social media statement about the spelling of my name was a bit petty. But me saying anything about that is petty. How about I do the atypical shit. Warstein, I'm going to make you look like a fool tonight. You have some experience on me but I have skill which trumps that every day. Oh yeah, us being in the main event was forced out by you but the reality and real reason for us being in said position is because of me. My abilities. My speaking skills. And quite frankly, because I'm better looking than you are, Lissie knows it.

*With that, the big man shoots the camera a quick grin and wink as he grabs his duffel from the motorcycle and vanishes into the arena. The scene then goes dark shortly after, before returning to ringside.*

Hood: Man, I can't wait for that match!

Rockwell: You have to!

Hood: But I don't want to!

Rockwell: But Jason Cashe/Maki is up next!

Hood: Oh, sweet!


Warriors of the Ring Tournament, First Round Match
Jason Cashe (0-0) vs. Maki (0-0)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an opening round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament! Coming down the aisle... standing 5'10" and weighing 155 lbs... from Brighton, England... here is Maki!!

*The lights go out, a loud sound like a giant heartbeat sounds every second, the lights flash around the arena, then a red spotlight hits the entrance way as Halestorms's Sick I individual hits. The light hits Maki with her back to the audience she is on her hands and knees, she slowly crawls her way the ring.*

Well you think that you know what I am but you don't.
'Cause I say what you can't and I do what you won't.
I like it loud, wear it proud, like a crown upon my head
I'll always be this way 'till the day that I'm dead

'Cause I'm a sick individual
And I'm doing this thing called whatever the fuck I want, want, want
I'm unusual

*she slowly crawls to the ring, with her hair down to her shoulders, her white face paint, with scribbles on her body of "Help"*

'Cause I'm a sick individual

*She crawls to the ring and slides under the bottom rope.*

'Cause I'm a sick individual

*She sits in the ring with her head bent back, laughing manically, and then flips herself to her feet.*

And I'm doing this thing called whatever the fuck I want

*Her tongue is sticking out as she whispers Korean to herself.*

Rockwell: Maki spent some time on the Astral Plane this week...

Hood: Is that the jet that takes you to Maui?

Rockwell: No, Hood. It's a place one goes to spiritually. Some think it's the link between death and the spirit realm.

Hood: Uh huh. So is Maki a spirit, then?

Rockwell: Well, that's an open question. I've heard that she might be possessed by a demon called Daniela.

Hood: Terrifying.

Minos: Her opponent...

*Lights strobe with the music as the chorus plays into the arena. Jason Cashe comes out from the back. His head has a bob to it as he stops at the stage. Looking around the arena before placing eyes on the ring. Cocking back, he howls and barks twice before throwing himself forward and heading to the ring.*

Minos: From Houston, Tejas by way of Decatur, Georgia.. A truly Troubled One they call DiOGee.. Jaaaassoooon! CAAAASHE!!

*Stopping as the aisle turns to ringside, Cashe drags a foot creating an imaginary line. This is the line where when passed, the talking stops. He two step jogs to the ring, leaps up on the apron onto his left knee. He stands and dips under the top rope to enter the ring. He was ready to scrap.*

Rockwell: Word on the street is that Cashe owes a significant debt to the Micro Mafia...

Hood: Y'know, I thought I saw a couple of midgets coming into the arena tonight...

Rockwell: Don't tell Cashe, it might freak him out, and he needs all his focus to get past Maki.

Hood: I mean, they could have been dwarves... or just little people... or kids? Hell, I don't know...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: This could easily be the most unpredictable match of the tournament...

Hood: Because neither has wrestled in the GCWA?

Rockwell: Partially...

Hood: And because both are extremely talented wrestlers?

Rockwell: Partially...

Hood: And because both can be violent and a little crazy?

Rockwell: There's that, too.

*Cashe and Maki approach each other quickly to begin the match, staring each other down. Neither one shows any fear; in fact, Maki lets out another laugh. Cashe throws a snap jab, catching her off-guard, and then strikes again, working to drive the woman back. Maki ducks under a swing, though, then strikes back, getting in her own hits. The two exchange shots, with Maki landing a shot under the chin to knock Cashe back. she comes forward, only for Cashe to catch her with a short elbow, knocking her back. She stumbles away, turning towards Cashe, who tries for a clothesline. Maki bends herself underneath it, then turns towards the startled Cashe and runs forward, jumping into a flying thrust kick!! Cashe falls to the mat and rolls, ending up outside the ring to try and get things back under control. Unfortunately for him, Maki has already slid out right beside him, swinging away! She attacks with ferocity, keeping Cashe on his heels as the ref starts a count.*

Hood: See? The ref is already starting to lose control of this one!

Rockwell: I think they're...

Hood: I mean, I understand, he doesn't want this one thrown out, but he's got to keep authority if he wants this one to have a clean ending...

Rockwell: Hood, they're...

Hood: What would be nice is if Hunter or Jonathan would come out here...

Rockwell: They're coming this way!!

Hood: What? Oh shi-

*Hood bails from the announce table as Maki knocks Cashe into it. While these two wrestlers may respect each other, they're clearly also willing to beat the holy hell out of each other as well. Maki goes to bang Cashe's head into the table, but Cashe blocks it, shoving Maki away and turning to give her a Bell Clap around the head!! Maki, her bell now rung, staggers for a moment, even as Cashe steps in and picks her up from behind, delivering a release tiger suplex off the edge of the table!! The table stays up, as Maki rolls off of it, stunned. Cashe gets over her, reaching around her as if trying to dig into her eye sockets!! Maki reaches up, blocking it, but just barely, as she fights off the attack towards her face. In the ring, the ref's count is getting higher, as he's looking more and more nervous. He's trying to shout it out to the two wrestlers to get their attention, but neither is paying attention as of yet. The ref gets to 7... 8... but before he can say "9", a figure comes jogging out of the back to the ring: it's Hunter Barrows, one of the co-owners of the GCWA!*

Rockwell: What's Hunter doing out here?

Hood: He's probably trying to save this match! We can't let the referee ruin it, after all!

*Hunter and the referee talk for a few moments, even as the fierce fighting continues outside. It appears Hunter has given a directive to the referee, who nods reluctantly and steps away, standing in the corner. He's no longer counting, or really even paying attention. Hunter, smiling, steps back out of the ring, his job done. Outside, Maki is fighting back, showing her strong resilience. She slashes across Cashe's chest, knocking him back towards the steel stairs. Cashe shakes his head clear just as Maki is coming back at him, trying to catch her... but that just makes it easier for her to hit her tilt-a-whirl spiked neckbreaker onto the steps!! Cashe falls off to the side, hurting, as Maki pulls herself up on the other side. She seems pleased with her work as she limps over to Cashe, dragging him up. She lifts, no, Cashe surprises her with a suplex over the steel stairs!! Both wrestlers are down, but the referee is no longer worrying about a count.*

Rockwell: I guess you're right, Hood. This one's not being thrown out. It looks like anything goes at the moment!

Hood: Probably not everything, but for right now, yeah, the ref's just letting this one go...

Rockwell: At some point, though, these two need to get back in the ring so we can have an actual pinfall...

*Outside, Cashe is getting up, feeling some new aches and pains throughout his body. He seems to finally be realizing that they've been outside for a great deal of time, as he peers into the ring. The referee just has his arms crossed, waiting. There's clearly no attempt to count them out. Cashe, smiling, turns and pulls Maki up, sliding her into the ring. He starts to follow, and then stops after a double-take at the audience. He turns that way, looking a little freaked out. He yells out, stepping closer... and scaring the kid on the front row, who immediately hides behind his father. The dad glares at Cashe, who laughs at his mistake and turns to the ring. He climbs up and starts through the ropes... and Maki grabs him and quickly locks him up, dropping with the Brighton Bomb (Rope-Hanging Pedigree)!!! Cashe lands hard, stunned, as Maki makes sure he's off the ropes before she makes the cover... 1... 2... but Cashe is able to kick out in time!*

Rockwell: Cashe's preoccupation with midgets almost cost him the match there...

Hood: Are we sure that's a kid? Because he's got an awfully big head for a kid...

Rockwell: The kid's dad is right there, Hood!

Hood: Could be just an actor brought in to pretend to be the father... you never know these days. The Micro Mafia is clever...

*Maki has moved to the ropes now as Cashe tries to get back to his feet. She doesn't hesitate, springing off the ropes to land a springboard backflip reverse DDT!! Cashe is down again for a pin, as Maki slides on top... 1... 2... and Cashe kicks out once again. Maki doesn't seem to be troubled by needing to dish out more punishment. She slowly brings Cashe back up, whispering to him in Korean as she hangs onto his head. She starts to twist him around, wanting a snap dragon tiger suplex, but Cashe suddenly comes alive, catching Maki by the throat!! Maki stares at him, trying to break the grip, as Cashe whispers something back to her, something that isn't picked up by the camera. He then gets a knee to her gut, before taking her over with a stump puller piledriver!! Maki's flat on her back, with Cashe moving on top of her and grabbing a leg to try and hold her down... 1... 2... and Maki kicks free, refusing to let the match end that way.*

Rockwell: Cashe sure doesn't seem to have a problem fighting a woman, does he?

Hood: The guy said he was like a blood-hungry pitbull, Adrian. Pitbulls don't care what you look like, they just go for the throat!

Rockwell: Well, if Cashe wants to advance, that's unfortunately the attitude he needs to take.

Hood: Plus, Maki's wearing a bloody wedding dress with that make-up... not like she screams 'feminine' right now...

*Cashe is back up again, considering the fallen wrestler in front of him. He doesn't ponder long, instead dropping a short range knee drop onto her forehead!! Maki rolls to her stomach, holding her head, as Cashe steps around her. He leans down and grabs her head, pulling her up into a side headlock. He hangs on for a few moments, adding insult to injury by adding in a noogie! Maki angrily pushes him off, but he immediately comes back, nailing her with a clothesline! He continues running, hitting the other side and coming back for a second clothesline, and then a third! Maki rolls to the apron, having trouble getting herself back up. She struggles up the ropes, standing up on the apron... as Cashe charges, spearing her through the ropes and sending both crashing back outside!!! Both are down now, though, as Maki managed to grab Cashe's head on the way down, turning it into a falling DDT off the apron!! The referee is once again looking nervous, probably wondering if either wrestler is going to be able to get back up.*

Rockwell: Maki turned a disaster into a sacrifice!

Hood: Sounds like that'd be right up her alley...

Rockwell: But can either wrestler manage to continue??

Hood: Take your time, guys, the ref doesn't seem to care...

*The two wrestlers are both trying to get up outside, although Maki seems to be moving a little quicker. As Cashe gets to his feet, Maki suddenly comes in, scoring a superkick!! Cashe slumps against the apron, staying upright, which works perfectly for Maki as she steps to the side and dishes out another superkick!! Cashe drops to his knees, only to have Maki hit one more kick, taking him down with the Superkick Party!!! This would be a perfect time for the pin, but Maki's outside the ring, and the ref's ignoring of the rules appears to only go so far. She struggles to get the semi-conscious Cashe up, pushing him into the ring. Maki follows, crawling on top for the cover... 1... 2... No!! Cashe kicks out! Maki wipes her mouth, looking disappointed. She stands up, waiting for Cashe to rise once more. As soon as Cashe is up, she comes in for the Makihouse Kick (Black Mass)!!! But Cashe ducks under it! He then leaps up and grabs Maki's head from behind, dropping with C.O.D. (Cutter/Jumping Neckbreaker)!!!! Maki could be out, as Cashe makes the cover... 1... 2... 3, NO!! The ref stops himself, seeing Maki's foot under the ropes!*

Hood: It's over!

Rockwell: It's not over!

Hood: It's not over?

Rockwell: Maki saved herself on pure instinct!

Hood: Or she just got lucky!

*Cashe looks up at the referee, absolutely shocked, as the Cashe On Delivery rarely comes up short. He gets himself slowly up, grabbing at Maki's arm to drag her limp body further towards the center of the ring. Satisifed, he makes the cover again... 1... 2... No! Maki pushes her shoulder up!! Cashe tries one more time, stubborning trying to hold her down... 1... 2... and Maki still kicks out! Cashe, badly upset, gets up, dragging Maki with her. He sets her in place again, getting behind her to perform another C.O.D. But Maki shoves herself backwards, knocking into Cashe and sending them both stumbling back into the ropes! Cashe pushes her off, looking upset, but this gives her just enough distance to spin and hit the Makihouse Kick!!!! Cashe stays upright for a second before toppling backwards... falling through the ropes!! He drops outside the ring, as Maki works to pull herself together. She slowly sits up, looking around to make the cover, but seeing no wrestler there to pin.*

Rockwell: Terrible luck there for Maki! This one would be finished!

Hood: I mean, it still might be. It's not like Cashe had a pillow to land on when he fell outside. Those mats don't do much to protect the wrestlers...

Rockwell: Enough to keep them from getting killed and allowing them to still work, but that's as far as the money goes...

*Maki finally figures out where her foe is, sliding out of the ring to get to him. She gives Cashe a couple of stomps to keep him in bad shape, before reaching down and grabbing at his head. It's clear that Cashe is mostly out of it as Maki drags him up, slumping back down before she can stop him. The kick to the head has done some damage. Maki works again to get him up, pushing to get him back into the ring, as she wants this over with. Cashe finally goes in, with Maki following behind him. She drags him up again, this time lifting him up onto her shoulder in a fireman's carry. She takes a step, preparing for a death valley driver, only to have Cashe suddenly push off of her, landing and falling backwards to the ropes. He springs back off of them even as Maki turns, swinging for another Makihouse Kick... but Cashe is airborne, nailing her first with the Mark of Jason (Superman Elbow)!!!! Maki's down, with Cashe landing on top for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, moving on in the tournament... Jason Cashe!!!

Rockwell: There was just one second's difference there between Maki and Cashe, but that second proved to be the difference!!

Hood: How the hell did Cashe pull that off?? He should have still been out of it!

Rockwell: He probably was, but that's when a wrestler is most dangerous, as their body can just take over...

Hood: Man, I thought Maki was going to take this one for sure!

*We see Cashe working to recover after such a tough match, looking pleased. He slides under the bottom ropes to head to the back.*



*Both Shawn Warstein and Zolton are shown preparing to head for their match. Warstein makes sure to shove the cameraman out of his way, giving us a split-screen of Zolton walking and the roof of the ceiling. We cut away.*







*We cut to the offices of the Barrows. The Accelerator can be seen off to the side, sitting in his wheelchair for comfort as he makes a quick call.*

The Accelerator: So it's all arranged? Everything's in order? Good. I can't wait to see it at the Pay-Per-View.

*Ace smiles to himself, chuckling under his breath. Suddenly, Deana's voice is heard nearby.*

Deana Barrows: Dad? The main event is going to start shortly.

The Accelerator: I'll be right there!

*Ace smiles and waves at her, leaving her to head to the next room again. He turns back to the phone.*

The Accelerator: They're never going to see this coming, boyo...

*Ace hangs up the phone, clears his throat, and starts heading over to where he'll be able to see off the balcony area with the rest of his kids. We go back to ringside.*

Hood: I knew it! Ace is up to something!

Rockwell: He's probably arranging a surprise party for the Barrows or something. You know how Ace is...

Hood: Betrayal! I have to tell Jonathan!

Rockwell: Not right now you don't, we have a main event to call!


Warriors of the Ring Tournament, First Round Match
Shawn Warstein (0-0) vs. Zolton (0-0)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an opening round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament! Making his way to the ring... standing 6'7" and weighing 265 lbs... here is Zolton!!

*The arena darkens as the "F8" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. The peak of the song is reached and the arena begins to flash almost as though an electrical surge flows through the arena. "F8" bleeds into "Rise Cover" by State of MINE and a blue spot light shines on the stage as it is covered with smoke/mist. A moment passes and into the spotlight stands Zolton facing away from the ring. His head lowered, hair silhouetting his face. The chorus flows from "Rise Cover" and he turns and walks down the ramp way. Ignoring the crowd up against the entrance ramp. Mist covers the ring now as he climbs the steps and enters the ring as it fills with blue lighting. He leans in his assigned corner after removing his long leather trench coat. The music fades out as the arena lights rise into normalcy.*

Rockwell: I believe Zolton may be the first wrestler to compare his opponent to Trolls World Tour.

Hood: Eh, it's probably happened somewhere...

Rockwell: So Zolton comapred Warstein to the musical style, Scat, calling it an absolutely annoying genre.

Hood: But scat wasn't in Trolls World Tour!

Rockwell: You know that for a fact, do you, Hood?

Hood: I have nieces.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 234 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... here is Shawn Warstein!!

*Warstein comes out on stage with the Centuries remix from Fall Out Boy playing throughout the arena. He walks towards the ring, his hodd up, ignoring the fans on either side. Warstein goes up on the apron, pulling his hood down to look around at the crowd before entering through the ropes.*

Rockwell: Warstein showed off his acting chops this week, as well as his skills on the mic.

Hood: His language skills, you mean. Guy speaks perfect Greek!

Rockwell: How would you know? It's not like you speak Greek yourself, Hood...

Hood: No, but I've got Google Translate on my side. He's following the blood home!

Rockwell: Er... I wouldn't trust in any translate program that much...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: It's time! Warstein vs. Zolton!

Hood: Everyone got their socks on? Because it's time to get it on!

Rockwell: ... Damn, Hood...

Hood: Sorry...

*Warstein walks forward first, apparently congratulating Zolton for at least showing up for this match. He mocks him, pointing to the ropes and saying there's still time for him to walk out. Zolton just stares him down before saying one phrase back - "Let the chaos ensue." He then attacks, throwing multiple MMA kicks and punches Warstein's way! Warstein tries to block as many as he can, but some shots still get through, staggering him. Zolton knocks him against the ropes, then gets some space before coming forward, giving Warstein a big boot that sends him partially over the ropes! Warstein hangs on, though, avoiding the hard fall, and gets his feet under him on the apron. Seeing this, Zolton steps in to land another hit, but Warstein catches him with a forearm that knocks him backwards. Warstein then comes through the ropes and attacks with his own shots, backing Zolton up. He goes for a big swing, but then stops, poking Zolton in the eye instead! The referee, unhappy, warns Warstein as he continues his attack.*

Rockwell: Zolton is a powerhouse in the ring, but Warstein is a ring general with lots of experience.

Hood: He's been through it all, which is why I consider him a favorite to win the whole tournament!

Rockwell: So Warstein's your pick?

Hood: I didn't say that...

*With Zolton blinded, Warstein presses his attack, landing a few more shots in the corner. He then pulls Zolton up, asking him if he feels wanted yet. Warstein then sets himself, going to lift Zolton for a stalled brainbuster! But Zolton shifts his weight around while being lifted up, managing to get back to the ground. Before Warstein can readjust, Zolton lifts Warstein up instead, before dropping him backwards with a vertical suplex into the turnbuckle!!! Warstein hits hard, collapsing inside the ring, as Zolton turns and admires his work. He drags Warstein back up and immediately locks him into an abdominal stretch, working him over as the referee checks out both men. Warstein has no intention of quitting, though, as he reaches up again to go for the eyes. Zolton stops that, though, by hammering down his free elbow into Warstein's ribs! Warstein feels every inch of the move, but he shakes his head at the referee, refusing to quit... so Zolton lifts him up, turning it into an Abdominal Stretch Slam! He makes the cover... 1... 2.. and Warstein makes it out easily.*

Rockwell: Zolton comes in with a lot of accolades to his name. He's one of the toughest opponents in this tournament!

Hood: Gotta say, I was expecting Warstein to be the one with a game plan, but Zolton obviously knows how he wants this match to go.

Rockwell: If Zolton keeps working the midsection of Warstein, it'll make his finishers that much more effective!

*Zolton has Warstein back up now, knocking him against the ropes and landing some heavy blows to the ribcage. Warstein's wincing from each one, feeling the damage to his midsection only getting worse. Enjoying himself now, Zolton whips Warstein to the other side of the ring, then waits for him to come back, preparing for his twisting powerslam. But Warstein jumps on the way back, catching Zolton with a knee that knocks him backwards towards the corner. Seeing this, Warstein immediately charges, jumping in to hit the running corner big boot!! Zolton's rocked, with Warstein stumbling backwards, holding his side. He pushes the pain away, though, and comes back, leaping forward to spear Zolton in the corner!! Zolton slumps over, with Warstein quickly grabbing him by the head and pulling him down into a schoolboy... 1... 2... and Zolton kicks out! Warstein sits for a second or two after the kick-out, looking annoyed at how the fight has gone so far.*

Hood: A guy like Warstein has a counter for everything!

Rockwell: What move would you recommend, Hood, if you were facing him in a match?

Hood: A move out of the country! I'd be long, long gone!

*Warstein is pounding away on Zolton on the mat, looking to knock him senseless. The ref gives a warning for the closed fists, which just gets a laugh from Warstein. After getting up and landing a couple more stomps, Warstein drags Zolton up. He smacks him a couple of times before locking him up, lifting Zolton and bringing the bigger man around with a belly-to-belly suplex! Warstein massages his side for a moment, the suplex having stun him a little as well. But he ignores it, getting up so that he can keep throwing Zolton around. He reaches down, getting Zolton by the hair and dragging him up. He shoves Zolton into the ropes, getting behind him, and rakes across his back with his nails, slashing three times to make a red "Z" mark!!! Warstein smiles to himself at having marked his opponent, before grabbing Zolton from behind and going for a release German suplex! But Zolton blocks it using the ropes, then throws an elbow back to knock Warstein off of him. Before Warstein can recover, Zolton spins into the Titan Crush (Spinning Roundhouse Kick), taking Warstein down!!*

Rockwell: What a kick!

Hood: Warstein should have gotten his hood up!

Rockwell: I don't think a hood would have protected against that!

Hood: Hey, that hoodie could have armor plating for all you know! Warstein's a man that thinks ahead!

*Both men were down for a minute, as the referee watched them both. Zolton is the first to rise, shaking his head clear. Warstein is also trying to get up, looking a little stunned. It gets worse as Zolton comes in from behind, catching Warstein by the legs and taking him over into a rolling Boston Crab submission!! Warstein's immediately looking for a way out as Zolton works the spine, pulling back as far as he can. The ref checks on Warstein, who tells him to get lost. He fights, pushing up with his arms to reduce the pressure, as he starts trying to work his way over towards the nearby ropes. Zolton lets him fight, working his way over, before starting to drag Warstein back towards the center of the ring! But Warstein uses the change in leverage, arching his back and reaching around to grab Zolton's ankle, tripping him up. As Zolton goes down, Warstein comes up, applying an ankle lock! But as Zolton fell forward, he got almost to the ropes, making it an easy move to reach out and grab hold. The ref calls for the break, with Warstein looking reluctant to let go.*

Rockwell: We're seeing a battle of counters and reversals so far in this one...

Hood: I predict the last counter gets the victory...

Rockwell: Brilliant observation, Hood...

*The referee watches as the two gladiators get up once more. Both are showing some pain from the encounter so far, but both also have tremendous endurance. They come together again, this time with Warstein getting a shot to the throat to double Zolton over. He then lands a short knee to the face, followed by a straight elbow. The final combination of the PPF, a spinning back elbow to the jaw, lands, taking Zolton down! Warstein drops on top for the cover... 1... 2... but Zolton still manages to kick out! Warstein gets up, shaking his head at Zolton's futile stubbornness. He pulls Zolton up, double-underhooking him to go for the Ego Trip (Future Shock DDT)!!! But as Warstein starts to kick his leg to gain momentum, Zolton lifts up, throwing Warstein overhead! Warstein grabs at the ropes to pull himself up, but now Zolton's behind him, lifting him up with Smite (Full Nelson Slam)!!!! Warstein hits hard, as Zolton makes the pin... 1... 2... 3, NO!! Warstein gets out at the last second!*

Hood: Warstein almost got Smited!

Rockwell: Is that a word?

Hood: Smitten?

Rockwell: No, that has something to do with love...

Hood: Smote?

Rockwell: That'll work...

*As Warstein struggles to get back up from being 'smote', Zolton moves in behind him. He starts to lock Warstein up from behind, getting him in The Answer (Standing Arm Triangle Submission)!! But Warstein fights back, getting his feet on the ropes and pushing both men backwards as they fall to the mat. With both upside-down on the mat, the ref drops... 1... 2... and both kick out! The two wrestlers turn as one and look at the referee, who shows them both two fingers to reassure them that the match is still going. Zolton and Warstein then turn back to each other, striking away once more! Zolton gets control, delivering a fierce headbut that staggers Warstein. He then grabs Warstein by the throat with both hands, looking for a choke powerbomb! He lifts, no, Warstein gets free in mid-air, landing to the side of Zolton. He grabs Zolton's head and yanks him back, landing a falling reverse DDT! He hangs on as well, turning it into a dragon sleeper, trying to knock the big man out!*

Rockwell: If Warstein can deprive Zolton of enough oxygen, this one's over!

Hood: But do we know if Zolton actually breathes??

Rockwell: What? Of course he breathes! What makes you question that, Hood?

Hood: Hey, Zolton, Zybala, the similarities are right there in the name!

*Zolton fights against the dragon sleeper, pushing away at Warstein's arm, even as the wrestler talks trash while holding him. He keeps telling Zolton that it's time to give up, joking about him going to sleep. But Zolton's arm suddenly comes up, grabbing Warstein right on the jaw!!! Warstein, paralyzed by the nerve hold, can't bite down, as he fights the Mandible Claw while still applying the dragon sleeper! Both men struggle, trying to hang on... and then suddenly both men fall forward to the mat, with both holds being released! They both lay there, partially on top of each other, as the referee shakes his head and starts a count for them. He keeps going, waiting for a response, as the fans are cheering for both men. Warstein moves first, rolling away from Zolton, his instincts leading him to the ropes. Zolton, meanwhile, starts trying to get up on his hands and knees. As the referee gets to 8, Warstein manages to pull himself up, using the ropes to keep him upright. The count of 9 is heard, but Zolton rises up just enough to count, and the ref waves it off, saying that the match is going to continue!*

Rockwell: These two have been having a war tonight!

Hood: Luck of the draw really hurt these two, because I don't know if either one's going to be in great shape come the second round!

*The two wrestlers are on opposite sides of the ring, each trying to pull themselves together. Warstein is moving his jaw back and forth, making sure everything's still functional. He turns to see Zolton staring at him from across the ring. The two men slowly walk towards each other, then begin to speed up, meeting in the center as they begin firing shots against each other once again!! The crowd roars as the battle is renewed, with Zolton taking charge this time after a rake of the eyes! Warstein, cursing Zolton for going dirty even though he did it earlier, swings wildly a couple of times. But he steps right into Zolton's knee, bending him over so that Zolton can pick hhim up and deliver a thunderous powerbomb!! Zolton stays on top, holding on, as the ref is there... 1... 2... and somehow Warstein kicks out! But as Warstein breaks free, Zolton lands on his back, twisting him back with a grounded version of The Answer submission!!! Warstein's legs kick frantically as he works to push free before it can be fully locked in!*

Rockwell: If Zolton can lock this in, he might take Warstein out!

Hood: Not a chance, Warstein knows exactly where he is in the ring at all times!

Rockwell: Knowing you're trapped in the middle of the ring isn't exactly helpful, Hood!

*Fortunately for Warstein, he was able to drag himself to the ropes before Zolton fully applied the hold, saving himself and causing Zolton to reluctantly break the hold. He drags Warstein back, grabbing at his legs, possibly wanting to apply Descending Into Madness (Texas Cloverleaf)!! But Warstein kicks at him repeatedly, getting himself loose. Warstein struggles back to his feet, staggering towards Zolton, who responds with a rising uppercut that knocks Warstein back into the ropes. Zolton shakes his head and comes forward, grabbing hold of Warstein in order to lift him up, only for Warstein to get a shot to the throat that stops Zolton's advance. Warstein comes in to take advantage, pulling on all his reserves to lift Zolton in the air and land a spinning Falcon Arrow!!!! He holds on for the cover... 1... 2... 3, NO!!! Zolton won't stay down!! Warstein frustratedly glares at the ref, not believing that he could be any slower on the count.*

Rockwell: I can't believe, this late in the match, Warstein was able to pull that off on Zolton!

Hood: Probably cost him a lot of reserves, but The Other Guy has plenty left in the tank!

Rockwell: The Other Guy?

Hood: I heard it was one of Warstein's new nicknames...

*Warstein has stepped back into the corner, rubbing an arm across his face to wipe the sweat clear from his eyes. He's braced now, ready to end it all with the King's Cross (Kinshasa)!! As soon as Zolton starts moving to his hands and knees, Warstein comes in... and Zolton manages to dodge, sweeping Warstein's free leg out from under him and sending him crashing to the mat! Warstein, to his credit, immediately starts to get back up, knowing that staying on the mat could end things. But Zolton's ready for him as he rises, stepping in and lifting Warstein into a fireman's carry, before spinning him off and dropping him with a backbreaker onto Zolton's knees!!! Warstein yells out, his spine on fire, as he lays on the mat. Zolton crawls onto him, looking to hold him down... 1... 2... and at the very last instant, Warstein's shoulder makes it off the canvas!! The fans are biting on every fall, thinking that it was over, but the match continues!*

Rockwell: What's Zolton got to do to keep Warstein's shoulders on the mat?

Hood: Staplegun, maybe?

Rockwell: This isn't a hardcore match, Hood!

Hood: Well, I don't know what else is going to work against a man like Shawn Warstein!

*Zolton is pulling Warstein up again, looking like he's thinking along the same lines as Hood. He wants Warstein to embrace the darkness and stay down. Warstein spits in his face, so Zolton lifts Warstein up, slamming him hard on the mat!! Zolton drops to put a hand on him... 1... 2... and Warstein still kicks out! Zolton immediately is bringing him back up, pulling in every last bit of energy he's got left in the tank. He sets Warstein in position for Welcome To The Gates (Crucifix Power Bomb)!! But as Zolton gets Warstein in the air, Warstein struggles, managing to get loose to slide back to the mat! Before Zolton can turn, Warstein grabs him and drops with a Backstabber!! Zolton falls to his knees, stunned. Before Zolton can recover, Warstein comes around and locks him up, pulling him up just enough to get the leverage before dropping with the Ego Trip!!! Zolton can't fight it off, as he takes the full hit!! Warstein turns him over for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, moving on in the tournament... Shawn Warstein!!

Rockwell: What a war we just witnessed!

Hood: A war won by Warstein! Fitting, wouldn't you say?

Rockwell: Zolton came close on a number of occasions, but Warstein is the one moving forward to face Noah Hanson in the second round in two weeks!

Hood: Warstein's going to need that time to get some rest and relaxtion!

Rockwell: It's been an utterly thrilling First Round of the tournament, probably better than we could have ever hoped for! Sixteen incredible wrestlers have found a way to move forward, but the road only gets tougher from here!

Hood: Fuck, how the hell is anyone going to win this one??

Rockwell: Someone will beat the odds, and I can't wait to see who it is over the next several weeks! Good night, everyone!

*Warstein is still on his knees as the referee steps over to him, checking him over. Warstein wants no sympathy from the ref, though, pushing him away as he gets himself up, proudly raising an arm to a booing crowd. He leaves Zolton behind, heading for the back.*



*We cut to backstage, where Mack O'Connor is seen nodding his head at a shot of Warstein on the screen.*

Mack O'Connor: Down to sixteen. Wonder which of these chumps it's going to be?

*O'Connor turns and walks off, not seeing the person in the shadows nearby, watching him. We fade out.*


OOC: Whew. These marathon shows, back-to-back, are a workout! I'm looking forward to only four tournament matches next week! You guys did amazing as always on the roleplaying. Hope you enjoyed another long Inferno! Catch you next week!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, July 10th, 2020

From The GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn vs. Anderson Haze, Outsiders Special Attraction Match

Ryot(c) vs. Aaron Warthog, GCWA World Television Title match

John E Depth vs. Lucian Rage, Warriors of the Ring Second Round match

Lissie Hope vs. Havoc, Warriors of the Ring Second Round match

Terry Marshall vs. Space Lord, Warriors of the Ring Second Round match

Curt Canon vs. Lucas Thames, Warriors of the Ring Second Round match

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, July 3rd to Wednesday, July 8th, 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.

Outsiders match - 1 roleplay, reduced to 500 max.

Good luck to all!