GCWA Friday Night Inferno


*It's hard to believe it's been four months since the Corona Virus really started rolling in the United States. Don't believe me? First real mention of the CV is on the March 13th show. People said it was just going to pop up and then disappear. It didn't. People said that the heat of the summer would kill it. It didn't. Honestly, at this point, the GCWA needs to offer a contract to the CV, as it's clearly proven itself to have staying power. But as always, the GCWA isn't stopping, either. We don't quit. We don't run. And we don't get sick... except for Bifford. All the best, Biff! We've got a hell of a tournament underway, so settle in and prepare for another awesome run of Friday Night Inferno!!*

*After the departure of the GCWA logo, we get a similar-looking intro to last week. This time, it's Hunter Barrows, standing and talking as images float all around him.*

Hunter Barrows: We started with thirty-two. In two week's time, that number has been cut in half. Last week, the final cuts of the first round were made, with eight epic matches thrilling the masses.

*Space Lord is seen taking out Crash Rodriguez with the Big Bang, before being shown having a quick meeting with his partner, Terry Marshall... who is also his next opponent. Duce Jones is pictured next, racing across the ring to score the Krayzed Knee on Justice Orton-Cross to move on. A previous interaction between him and Mike Zybala is shown, showcasing their rivalry during the GCWA's current run.*

Hunter Barrows: Some capitalized on their opponent's mistakes, coming out with more than just a tournament victory.

*We see Noah Hanson doing what no one else had been able to do: putting down The Empty and pinning him. Hanson is pictured raising up his newly-acquired GCWA North American Title, having made his way to the next round with a gold bonus.*

Hunter Barrows: Victories came in all shapes and sizes...

*Pretty Ricky Stanton is shown going at it with Rogue Daniels, only to have Ryot's interference backfire and cause the disqualification. We also see Crazy Chris and The Lost Soul going at it, ending with TLS getting the schoolboy roll-up to put away a long-time foe.*

Hunter Barrows: All-in-all, the best of the best proved themselves once again, as anyone who has made it to the second round has to be seen as a threat to win it all.

*We see The Big Bifford putting Chad Vargas away with the Biff End, Jason Cashe planting Maki with the Mark of Jason, and Shawn Warstein finishing off Zolton after a brutal contest, getting The Ego Trip.*

Hunter Barrows: Sixteen left. Half the field has been wiped out. Tonight, we'll carve off another stretch of wrestlers, bringing us down to twelve. The path grows ever more treacherous... which is just how the fans want it...

*Barrows' smile shows that he, himself, is a fan of what's happening, as well. He fades out. 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! The camera pans over the crowd, showing a wide assortment of facemasks, plastic face guards, and other crazy creations that people hope will keep them safe. There are even a few people who apparently have painted facemasks onto their faces, completely missing the point of the protection. We pass by all of them to get back to the announce table, joining Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Friday Night Inferno!! It's another exciting night, as we have four more Warriors of the Ring V Tournament matches tonight!

Hood: We've got some of the best in the world competing for the GCWA!

Rockwell: Only the best for our fans!

Hood: And then we've got an Outsiders match scheduled...

Rockwell: Well, Outsiders has its own following, Hood...

Hood: Which I just don't understand.

Rockwell: Also tonight, the GCWA World Television Title will be on the line, as Ryot puts it up against Aaron Warthog!

Hood: I don't think Ryot had Warthog in mind when he issued his open challenge. He probably wanted an ACTUAL challenge...

Rockwell: Well, we'll see if Warthog turns out to be an easy as, well, we both expect him to be...

Hood: Hell, let's get back to the tournament matches, it's more intriguing to me.

Rockwell: John E Depth takes on Lucian Rage...

Hood: Two underdogs means that one underdog wins tonight!

Rockwell: Space Lord faces his tag-team partner in Terry Marshall, while Curt Canon and Lucas Thames square off in our third contest...

Hood: Canon/Thames is going to be a tough one to pick a favorite. I mean, Canon's a Hall of Famer, but has he been retired too long, and too often?

Rockwell: And in our main event, "The Nightmare King" Havoc faces off with "The Blackheart" Lissie Hope!

Hood: That's a lot of darkness...

Rockwell: It's going to be a very exciting night!



*We cut to footage from earlier today. There is a large group of masked people gathered almost in front of the GCWA arena. They're all in front of the new Red Robin building! We see a well dressed GCWA Unified X-Division forever champion Mike Zybala and an equally sharp looking Deana Barrows, standing in front of the Red Robin doors. For some reason, Barry is standing with them. He's dressed like a Secret Service agent; clad in a suit, sunglasses and staring at the crowd. A big ribbon is across the doors and Deana is holding a large pair of scissors. Zybala walks over to a nearby podium and leans towards the mic.*

Zybala: Thank you one and all for joining us on this wonderful day. After much planning, many meetings, and paying construction crews extra to work overtime, The GCWA Red Robin is here! We have high hopes for this business partnership with me being your humble General Manager working under Ms. Barrows and The Red Robin corporate family. Like all food franchises, we will do special promotions from time to time. For more on that, I'll turn the mic over to Deana Barrows.

*Zybala leads the crowd in a round of applause as Deana walks up to the podium.*

Deana Barrows: Thank you, Mike. Like my G.M. just said, we plan on doing several promotions for the restaurant. First, all GCWA employees will have a ten percent discount all year round. Second, while the Red Robin will be open seven days a week, any fan who shows up in GCWA merchandise on Friday's will get a ten percent discount off of their bill. Third, we will rent out the building for special events like birthdays, work gatherings, or even weddings! Speaking of which, I am happy to announce that I have the honor of having the first wedding next Friday as I wed Barry!!

*The crowd murmurs and applauds as Barry walks next to Deana and awkwardly hugs her. They share an equally awkward kiss. Anyone with eyes can tell this is obviously a publicity stunt. Deana turns back to the crowd.*

Deana Barrows: I will, of course, expect mandatory attendance from the rest of the GCWA Locker Room at the wedding next week. All GCWA employees are likewise expected to attend.

*Deana reaches down, trying to hold Barry's hand, with Barry pulling away at first on instinct before realizing that he should be fine with it.*

Deana Barrows: One final announcement! The special for today! The first one hundred customers in the doors can redeem their receipt at the arena doors tonight only to get a ticket deal Buy One Get One free! We now proclaim this Red Robin OPEN!!

*Deana walks to the door, lifts the scissors and cuts the ribbon as Zybala and Barry applaud. The crowd loses its mind as everyone starts rushing towards the door. They start viciously fighting each other. One woman is using her child like a weapon; striking anyone in her way to the door. A man pushes another to the ground and stomps on his head! An elderly couple start macing anyone they can! A little girl, no more than ten, pulls out a pocket knife and starts stabbing legs as her father drags her through the people; carving a bloody path to the door. A young man takes off his shirt, pulls out a flask and dowses the shirt with the liquid. He then pulls out a lighter and sets the shirt ablaze! He uses the fire shirt as a weapon. We see Deana Barrows & Barry quickly getting out of there, with Barry staying behind Deana. Zybala tries to calm the crowd down, but a bottle comes flying in out of nowhere, hitting him in the side of the head!! Zybala goes down, even as the rush for the doors continue. We cut to a shot of Jonathan Barrows looking down on the chaos from his office window. He is sitting in a plush chair and petting a cat on his lap. He has a satisfied smile on his face. We cut back to Hood and Rockwell. *

Hood: Deana got out of there safely, right?

Rockwell: As far as I know, but Zybala looked like he took a pretty good knock on the head!

Hood: And I was glad to see it... maybe we finally know how to take him down...

Rockwell: ... With bottles?

Hood: No, with sunlight! He's vulnerable in the sun!

Rockwell: I'm really losing track of what you think Zybala is...

Hood: Let's just say he's not human...

Rockwell: Okay, well, we've got a lot of matches to get to, so let's get rolling!


Warriors of the Ring Tournament, Second Round Match
John E Depth (2-6) vs. Lucian Rage (1-0)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Second Round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament!

*Sia's epic cover of the iconic song, California Dreamin' hits. It starts slow. The top of the ramp is still.*

Minos: Coming down the aisle... standing 6'2" and weighing 230 lbs... from Hollywood, Florida... here is John E Depth!!

*The song picks up. John E Depth, a changed, more composed individual, emerges from behind the curtain. He pauses, taking in the ambiance of the song filled arena. Looking out at some fans, he presses his hands together in a very peaceful gesture, nodding in their direction - a show of respect and appreciation. John E focuses on the ramp...his pathway toward his dreams...his California. He makes his way down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He calmly rises to his feet, ready for what awaits him this evening.*

Rockwell: Depth surprised many by taking down Ed Houston in the First Round. It was the upset of the tournament so far.

Hood: Depth's always been underestimated, though. He's been passed over by everyone from Hollywood directors to Derek "The Thriller" Mobley.

Rockwell: Mobley chose Puffer for his own reasons, Hood. And at least we've gotten the good news that Puffer has awakened in the hospital.

Hood: You know, seeing Depth spend some time with his Mustard Factory ally showed what a great guy he's truly becoming...

Rockwell: I'm still not sure I trust the new Depth... but I think we can both agree he's more dangerous now.

Minos: His opponent... standing 5 feet 9 inches and weighing 183 lbs... from Detroit, Michigan... here is Lucian Rage!!!

*The lights in the arena fade to black. Static, bells, breathing starts to echo through the arena, before the heavily distorted guitars take over from Slipknot's Tattered and Torn. Just as Corey Taylor screams "KILL ME" a red light illuminates Lucian Rage, standing at the entrance ramp with his hands folding in front of him. He stands there for a moment before slowly making his way to the ring. The deranged and barely understandable lyrics screech throughout as Lucian slowly makes his way to the ring. Behind him walks Myzery, towering over Lucian. The two of them make their way to ringside. Lucian slides under the bottom rope, the red light following him. He stands still in the center of the ring as the red light slowly fades to black and the music begins to mute.*

Rockwell: Rage was successful in his first match, getting past Anderson Haze.

Hood: He's got this whole "I hate the Barrows" thing going that, well, I don't think is going to work for him long-term.

Rockwell: I'll admit, it's not always easy to come into and organization and hate the boss. But Rage could persevere and show himself to be a great wrestler here, just as his father, the late Arryk Rage, once was.

*The referee is over with Lucian Rage now, checking him over. He seems to be concerned about something under his ring gear, with Rage saying that there's nothing there to be worried about. The two start arguing, with the ref wanting a closer look, but Rage wanting the referee out of his face.*

Rockwell: What's going on?

Hood: Did Rage try to sneak something into the match?

Rockwell: Why would he do it, when he could have Myzery carry it?

Hood: Good point...

*Rage looks like he's done with the referee, wanting to just get started, but the referee grabs his arm. Rage turns towards him, pulling the ref forward by his shirt! He glares at the man, wanting to know what he's up to... and suddenly John E Depth is there, grabbing Rage by the head and dropping with the Rough Cut (Diamond Cutter)!!! Rage is out, as Depth steps way, calmly making his way back to his corner.*

Rockwell: Whoa! Depth landed that out of nowhere!

Hood: What a smart move!

Rockwell: And suspicious... why was the referee distracting Rage like that?? And can we even have a match now?

*Myzery angrily is up on the apron, starting to step through the ropes, but the referee is there, ordering him back. Depth looks unconcerned as he leans against the corner, waiting to see what's going to happen. Myzery tries again to come through, but the ref makes a ruling, ordering GCWA Security to take the big guy out of the arena!! It takes several security members pulling on him as Myzery doesn't want to leave, but the numbers are too great. In the meantime, the referee checks on Rage for a few seconds and makes his decision. He gets up, signalling for the bell to ring!*

Rockwell: So this is going to be a match??

Hood: The tournament must go on!

*As soon as the bell finishes ringing, Depth is coming forward again. Rage is trying to get up, looking like he's having trouble focusing on where he's at currently. Depth helps him with that, latching onto his head and dragging him forward, before dropping him with a second Rough Cut in the middle of the ring!! The fans seem upset at the loss of a good tournament match, and Depth shrugs to them, sympathetic, as if this wasn't what he was wanting, either. He still drops down, making the cover, as the referee positions himself for the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, moving on to the Quarter-Finals... John E Depth!!

Hood: The surprising run of John E Depth continues!

Rockwell: I want an explanation from the referee, now, on what he was trying to look for on Lucian Rage.

Hood: That's Rage's fault, he should have just let the ref do his job rather than getting distracted.

Rockwell: But Depth reacted especially quickly there...

Hood: He's a new man, and you're new, you're quick!

Rockwell: ... I guess...

*Depth leaves the ring, looking relaxed. There's a hint of a smile on his face, though, when he looks back at the still-downed Lucian Rage.*



*We cut to the back, where Jonathan Barrows is seen, watching the conclusion. He looks up at the picture of the downed Lucian Rage, reaching up and drawing a possible cross on his head on the TV. With a smirk, Barrows turns around and pulls out his phone, making a call.*

Jonathan Barrows: Ed? It's Jonathan... Don't Hang up!

*Jonathan turns and leaves the room, hoping to keep Ed Houston on the line. We fade out.*





*Noah Hanson is shown sitting in what can only be described as his luxury box but decorated with a varying degree in shapes and sizes of jars of mayo. Hellmans, Kraft you name it the company is represented well in this room. Noah looks perplexed as he rubs his newly won title, "polishing" it with a jar that reads "Hanson's Real Mayo". Cassandra Kaine sits down next to her man and gives him a kiss on the cheek and then gets a funny look on her face and looks oddly at her man.*

"Have you been testing out your product line on yerself again?" Cassandra asked.

"Why?" Noah asked back, never looking at his lady but continuing to rub his belt.

"Kinda tastes like Jalapeno and mayo...." Cassandra replied her eyes slanting just a bit.

"What do ya think?" Noah asked. "I mean it is spicy like mustard but the color is so much better on the eyes."

"Really?" Cassandra asked. "You win a title and yer still fixated on Puffer and the fucking mustard?"

"Are you kidding me?" Noah exclaimed. "It is ALL i think about mustard this, dijon that, I can't help myself, ever since he threw that damn mustard at me a few months ago and cost me that match in that other tournament in OCW that has been THE only thing on my mind. See I sent the man a peace offering, I wanted him to see what a real man of vision, of guidance when he is focused on something like this there is no turning back."

"But Puffer isn't in the tournament..." Cassandra warned, trying to explain to Noah his warped way of thinking is off track but he cuts her off.

"I don't care I'll send the management case after case after case of my newest creation, maybe that will get their attention." Noah declared.

"I know I am gonna hate asking this but what is it?" Cassandra asked knowing full well what she is getting herself into.

"Noah Hanson foam mayo jars...." Noah proudly boasted and pulled one from behind the leather couch and slipped it on his hand. Noah thrusting the foam mayo jar with his likeness into the air joyfully. "It'll be the new rage in this place I promise. I mean mustard.....ewww...."

"Don't you think it's about time we start prepping for the next round of the tournament and this Shawn Warstein person?" Cassandra warned.

"Why?' Noah asked. "Does he like relish or something, maybe horseradish, maybe he likes chili sauce on his stuff, which is even weirder....but it doesn't really matter, i am just disappointed that Puffer hasn't even responded to my gift....it hurts my heart..."

"Well you know there is still another member of the mustard factory in this right?" Cassandra added.

"Really?" Noah asked, his eyes opening with eager anticipation. "Who?"

"Curt Canon..." Cassandra replied with a smile.

Noah's expression changed drastically from glee to unhappiness. "Ahh Mr. Canon maybe i get a chance to right the wrong from the first time we met, maybe he'd like a gift basket as well, a peace offering....Cassandra make it so...."

"Yes Capt. Picard...." Cassandra sarcastically replied as she got up from the couch and exited the luxury box.

Noah smiled proudly. "It's good to be king..."

*We cut back to ringside.*

Rockwell: I hate to say it, but I think we have another condiment war starting to build up...

Hood: Hey, I'm all for seeing Hanson vs. Puffer again, maybe for the North American Title. But Puffer's still recovering from his injuries from a few weeks ago, so it might take a while...

Rockwell: For now, Hanson does have his match next week in the Second Round of the tournament. For now, though, we've got our Outsiders contest!

Hood: Ah, hell, I'm outta here...


Outsiders Special Attraction Match
Anderson Haze (5-8) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (8-29-1)

*We cut back to ringside with Belvedere and Mitch already in the ring. Zybala has joined Rockwell at the announcers table, and Hood has left. *

Zybala: Welcome back folks to another exciting Outsiders special feature! I'm Mike Zybala joined once again by Adrian Rockwell. Good to see you Adrian.

Rockwell: You as well, Mike. How are you feeling? I saw the footage from the Red Robin opening earlier when you got hit in the head.

Zybala: I'm doing OK. The docs in the back said it's gonna bruise but I should be fine. Nothing that ibuprofen and bed rest won't fix.

Rockwell: That's good. We got a rematch tonight as Anderson Haze takes on "The Wrestling Janitor" Peter Vaughn. Vaughn is looking to get back to his winning ways as Haze is looking to build some momentum going into the Brack Friday Bunduru match. Besides it being a winner take all match, you haven't given us any details.

Zybala: And it's gonna stay that way. The suspense builds up the ratings. Let's take its over to Belvedere!

Belvedere: The following match is a special attraction Outsiders match and it's scheduled for one fall!!

Fans: ONE FALL!!

Belvedere: Introducing first. Standing 5'9" and weighing 220 lbs... from Boston, Massachusetts... here is Anderson Haze!!

*The lights go out for the first part of the song. Then the electric guitar starts, a bright flash of white light happens then goes to red. Haze walks out with a black t-shirt that says, "Get Hazed!" on his chest. He stands around and looks at the crowd with a grin on his face and charges to the ring. He slides in and runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle and puts up the peace sign to the crowd. He makes eye contact with the crowd and talks to a few people then throws his shirt to a fan. Jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns around and walks back and forth waiting for his opponent.*

Rockwell: Haze looks ready for tonight. He's beat Vaughn before. Maybe he senses a repeat performance?

Zybala: He'd do well to not take Peter lightly. He's gone through a lot of training since the last time they squared off.

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

*Through the Night" by Arimachi Masahiko hits the speakers as Peter Vaughn walks onto the stage. The fans cheer the only two-time Outsider's champ. He's clad in his usual janitorial garb and clutching his trusty broom. Vaughn makes his way to the ring, high-fiving fans on the way. He slides undo the bottom rope and holds his mop high as he stands. His music stops and Mitch goes to check both men, then calls for the bell. *

Rockwell: This should be exciting!

Zybala: Vaughn's learned so much over the past year. He's a threat to anyone now. Anyone!

*Vaughn steps forward right away, looking to lock up. He wants to show no fear. Haze doesn't want to lock up though. He moves forward, looking for a brawl. He throws a couple of punches, with Vaughn quickly ducking under them, showing his speed. He throws a right hand himself, catching Haze on the side of the head! Haze staggers back looking shocked. *

Zybala: Atta boy, Pete!

Rockwell: Vaughn dodged all of the punches from Haze and got in a counter hit of his own.

Zybala: It's all that training. When you can dodge attacks from angry orangutans, everyone looks slow by comparison.

* Vaughn grins at his opponent to the approval of the fans. He lifts up his arms again for a lock up and this time Haze complies. Haze quickly knees Vaughn in the gut then tries to suplex The Janitor. He gets Vaughn up , but Vaughn wriggles free and lands behind Haze. Vaughn goes for a bulldog, but Haze catches him mid jump. Haze drops his opponent onto his knee with an Atomic Drop! Vaughn stumbles into the ropes, steadies himself and turns around; only to see Haze charging at him. Haze clotheslines Vaughn over the top rope. Vaughn tumbles to the floor below! Haze drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He stands there, waiting for Vaughn to get back to his feet. Vaughn stands up and sees Haze isn't in the ring. He turns his head just in time to see Haze charging at him with a running big boot! Vaughn ducks as Haze stumbles past him. Vaughn leaps on Haze's back and drops him to the ringside mats with a crucifix driver!!*

Rockwell: Vaughn out of nowhere with that one!

Zybala: Picture perfect Wet Floor Driver from the two time champ! He's giving Haze more of a fight than he bargained for.

Rockwell: "Wet Floor Driver"??

Zybala: I feel no shame naming it that...

*The fans are energetic as The Janitor picks up Haze and rolls him in the ring. Vaughn rolls in after Haze and positions him near the turnbuckles. Vaughn climbs to the top, steadies himself and leaps off with The Plunge (shooting star legdrop)!!! Haze quickly hops to his feet and catches Vaughn in midair on his shoulders and drops him with the Haze Effect (Attitude Adjustment)!!! The move lands perfectly, laying Vaughn out. Haze quickly goes for the cover, hooking The Janitor's leg! Mitch gets in position....*

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

Belvedere: Here is your winner... ANDERSON HAZE!

Rockwell: A big victory for Anderson Haze, getting him back on track as he heads to the PPV!

Zybala: Don't worry, Pete, you'll get them next time...

*Haze celebrates in the ring, on the rare occasion of no one showing up to attack the Outsiders wrestlers, as we cut away to a commercial break.*





*We cut backstage to the office of Jonathan Barrows. John E Depth enters.*

John E Depth: I appreciate the -

Jonathan Barrows: Great win out there, John. I always believed you had the potential to be something special in this business.

*Depth is a little surprised. He expected...well, something else.*

John E Depth: Well, so did I. That's why I wanted to tell you -

Jonathan Barrows: Keep it up and you might have a chance in this thing.

*Depth pauses, taking stock of Barrows - attempting to pick something up. Barrows has an earnest expression.*

John E Depth: Okay, then. I'll just, yea...I'll get ready for my next opponent.

Jonathan Barrows: That's the spirit.

*Depth exits, more confused than before. Barrows goes back to doing whatever it was he was doing before Depth entered.*

Hood: Good to see Barrows supporting a dark horse in the tournament.

Rockwell: Supporting... or 'supporting'?

Hood: You lost me.

Rockwell: Depth's attitude there just seemed suspicious to me...

Hood: Well, you can push your suspicions aside, Adrian. The tournament's going wonderfully!


Warriors of the Ring Tournament, Second Round Match
Space Lord (3-0) vs. Terry Marshall (3-0)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Second Round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament! Introducing first... standing 6'5" and weighing 311 lbs... from Huntington, West Virginia... here is "Thundering" Terry Marshall!!!

*"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC begins to play, leading out Terry Marshall towards the ring. He does a quick pose, enjoying the adulation of the crowd that he missed when he was retired. The pose doesn't last, as Marshall rotates his injured arm a few times as he continues down to the ring.*

Rockwell: Terry Marshall throws a hell of a Fourth of July cookout, from what I saw.

Hood: Yeah, glad Space Lord didn't ruin it for him.

Rockwell: I don't think Space Lord was a problem... although he was a little loud at that hot-dog eating contest...

Hood: All I can say is, the party got better after Space Lord and the crew left. Those fireworks!

Rockwell: Wait, were you there??

Hood: ... Not officially...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'3" and weighing 285 lbs... from the Black Eye Galaxy... 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 watches as his usual tag-team partner slides into the ring and begins to run around, fired up!*

Rockwell: Space Lord gave a... strong interview with Jean Rooney this past week.

Hood: Is Rooney officially a GCWA reporter now?

Rockwell: Sure, might as well be...

Hood: Well, she should have asked more questions, because Space Lord just went on a rant there...

Rockwell: A powerful rant.

Hood: Sure, sure...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So it's partner against partner! Only one gets to represent Sports Entertainment Xpress at the Pay-Per-View!

Hood: Who's the best in S.E.X.??

*Space Lord, breathing heavily, cools down in the corner for a few seconds before turning and walking out to meet Marshall. The two men nod at each other, showing their respect for their partnership. The crowd's growing in volume, as both men turn to look in different directions at the reaction they're getting. Marshall nods again, then strikes a quick pose to the right side, earning cheers. Space Lord answers by turning to the left side, giving a yell that gets the fans standing up and yelling. Marshall goes to another side, pointing to them and getting them to make some noise. Space Lord moves to the last side, shaking the ropes and getting them all pumped up. The crowd is hot now, fired up for what's about to happen between the undefeated tag-team partners. Marshall and Space Lord direct their attention one more time to the fans, then slowly turn again, locking eyes from across the ring. The two men begin to walk towards each other, taking deliberate steps.*

Rockwell: The crowd is ready for this one!

Hood: Then can they get fighting already??

Rockwell: Patience, Hood. This is a big moment!

Hood: It's bigger when they're swinging at each other...

*The two wrestlers come nose-to-nose again, with Marshall flexing his fingers in the air, calling for a test of strength. Space Lord agrees, with the two slowly locking up their hands... and the test is on!! Marshall tries to use his height as leverage to start taking over, trying to drive Space Lord down. But he is suddenly struggling, having forgotten about his injured arm. Space Lord takes full advantage, readjusting and working to drive Marshall downwards, winning the test as Marshall grimaces in pain. Seeing his face, Space Lord drops the hold, stepping back. Marshall shakes his arm, trying to readjust it, as he works to get up. But Space Lord knows not to let Marshall back into it. He hits the ropes and comes back with a shoulder tackle, knocking Marshall onto his back! Marshall struggles back up, but Space Lord lands a second shoulder tackle, putting him right back on the canvas again! Marshall rolls out of the ring, still checking his hurting arm, as Space Lord watches from inside the ring.*

Rockwell: We know Ryot did some damage to that arm a few weeks ago. I guess Marshall's still dealing with it.

Hood: That gives Space Lord a perfect target! Take that arm out!

Rockwell: I don't think Space Lord wants to permanently injure his partner...

Hood: He doesn't have to do anything permanent, just make sure he's stopped tonight!

*Marshall comes back into the ring, watching his partner wait for him. Space Lord is showing a lot of restraint for his ally, but you can see that he's fuming at not being able to attack. He comes over to Marshall, locking up with him, enabling Space Lord to take him into the corner. The ref calls for the break, but Space Lord instead starts landing punches, taking it to Marshall!! He climbs up on the turnbuckle, punching away at Marshall, working him over. Marshall, though, pushes Space Lord up and off the 'buckle, sending him falling backwards to the mat! As Space Lord tries to jump right back up, Marshall is there, hitting him with a running forearm from his uninjured arm, putting Space Lord back down! Space Lord, looking stunned, grabs at the ropes and gets up, only for Marshall to charge and clothesline him over the top and to the floor!! Marshall shakes his arm again, feeling it out, as he waits for Space Lord to get back up.*

Rockwell: First Space Lord sends Marshall from the ring, and now Marshall has returned the favor!

Hood: Who needs two arms? Marshall's pulling a Cori Haim tonight!

Rockwell: An Outsiders reference that only people who watched the match last week will get...

*Space Lord comes back in, looking upset, as Marshall smiles at him. The two men lock up again, this time with Space Lord getting a headlock. Marshall sends him into the ropes, then tries for a big boot, but Space Lord runs underneath it, avoiding it! He hits the ropes and comes back, catching Marshall by surprise with a running big boot of his own! Before Marshall can recover, Space Lord is there, ramming a shoulder tackle into Marshall's bad arm!! Marshall yells out, falling into the ropes, hurting as he hangs there. Space Lord, for a moment, looks concerned, then shakes it off, knowing that he can't think that way during a major battle. He pulls Marshall off the ropes by the bad arm, twisting it behind Marshall and taking him down with a hammerlock suplex!! Marshall's in a ton of pain as Space Lord quickly gets his shoulders onto the mat... 1... 2... and Marshall kicks out! Space Lord shakes his head, telling Marshall it's not worth it.*

Hood: That's right, Space Lord! Target that arm! Move on in the tournament!

Rockwell: Is the victory worth that much to Space Lord?

Hood: His whole thing is travelling to new galaxies and challenging the best. This tournament's a path to his goal, and Marshall's now in the way...

*With the referee nearby, Space Lord has Marshall back up now, putting him into a bear hug submission!! Marshall's fighting against it, trying to get himself free, but Space Lord's arms are locked tightly around him. Marshall starts to fade, as the referee checks on his hanging arm. The fans start a "Thunder-Struck" chant, trying to get him back into the match, with Space Lord looking around as if surprised they're reacting that way. The ref lifts Marshall's arm, and he starts to raise it, shaking it in the air as he feels the flow from the GCWA audience. He begins to power up, grabbing Space Lord by the head and landing a headbutt!! Both look a little stunned from that, but Space Lord doesn't release his grip, so Marshall instead uses the power of the punch, landing a few hits to break loose! Space Lord shakes his head clear, then runs at Marshall, but Marshall gives him a back body drop, sending him overhead to the canvas below! As Space Lord tries to get up, Marshall hits a step-up enziguri, doing more damage!*

Rockwell: Marshall's feeling the Thunderamaniacs!

Hood: Really? We're getting awfully close to copyright infringement with that one...

Rockwell: I don't know what you mean, Hood...

Hood: Never mind, let's just see what happens...

*Marshall is back up now, massaging his arm to get it ready for finishing this one. He steps up to the recovering Space Lord, flexing for a moment before going to scoop Space Lord up for a slam... but he slips, dropping Space Lord back down! Space Lord takes immediate advantage, grabbing Marshall's arm and slamming his shoulder into it!!! Marshall stumbles away, dropping to a knee, feeling a great deal of pain, and Space Lord realizes what he's done on instinct. Space Lord looks chagrined for a moment, but he takes a deep breath and goes to finish things, picking Marshall up. He lifts Marshall up onto his shoulder and runs forward, landing the Space Race (Running Powerslam)!! Space Lord makes the cover... 1... 2... and Marshall still kicks out! Space Lord gets up, immediately heading over to the corner, rallying the crowd as he prepares to land the finishing blow. He watches as Marshall gets up, and you can read his lips, saying that he's sorry. Space Lord then runs forward for the Big Bang (Spear)!! But Marshall turns and immediately reacts, nailing Space Lord in mid-air with Thunder Struck (Spinning Polish Hammer)!!!! The crowd roars as Marshall falls onto Space Lord for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, moving on to the Quarter-Finals... "Thundering" Terry Marshall!!!

Hood: Holy shit! How did Marshall do that??

Rockwell: He may be older, but he's still got tremendous reaction time for his age! Marshall somehow gets the victory with one great twist!

Hood: But he used his arm once again! What shape is Marshall going to be in at the PPV? And is this the end of S.E.X.?



*Terry Marshall is in the ring, having pulled himself to his feet and now clutching his injured arm. Meanwhile Space Lord is walking around the outside of the ring with his hands on his hips, clearly upset with his loss. Space Lord starts heading up the entrance way, but stops about half way and turns back to look at Terry Marshall who is now standing in the middle of the ring.*

Rockwell: What's going to happen next?

Hood: Space Lord just had one of his biggest dreams dashed!

*Marshall clutches his arm and looks up the entrance way at Space Lord. The two teammates lock eyes and stare at each other. Space Lord says something, but the cameras are unable to pick the audio up. Marshall looks at his injured arm and then looks back at Space Lord. Marshall says something, but once again the audio cannot be picked up.*

Hood: I can't hear them! Cameraman, get closer!

Rockwell: Wait, Space Lord's...

*Space Lord takes off sprinting down the entrance way and slides under the bottom rope and pops up to his feet. Terry Marshall takes a few steps back and draws back a fist with his good hand, not sure what Space Lord's intentions are. Space Lord stares at Terry Marshall, and the two men have an intense stare down.*

Hood: Time for another brawl! Yes!

Rockwell: No!

*Space Lord takes a few steps forward and extends his hand for a hand shake. Marshall steps forward, and looks at the hand. Marshall looks to the crowd who pop and cheer loudly. Marshall looks at the hand again and then looks Space Lord again. Marshall then smacks Space Lords hand away.*

Rockwell: Wait, Marshall doesn't...

*Space Lord looks down, and looks back up at Marshall in shock. Marshall then steps forward and wraps his good arm around Space Lord and pulls him in for a hug. Space Lord responds by wrapping his arms around Marshall and hugging him back. The crowd begins to cheer, and as the two men break the hug Space Lord grabs Marshall's good arm and raises it in the air signaling that Marshall was indeed the victor.*

Rockwell: Sports Entertainment Xpress lives!

Hood: Damn. I mean, I like them, don't get me wrong, but break-ups always lead to the best matches...

Rockwell: Terry Marshall is on his way to the PPV! We'll find out his opponent later on tonight!

*As Marshall and Space Lord stand together, we slowly fade to commercial.*





*After the break, we return to the Barrows' offices, where The Accelerator is once again on the phone. He seems annoyed at whoever he's talking to, an unusual look on the usually jolly face of the elder statesman of the GCWA.*

The Accelerator: No, I don't want it brought to the GCWA Arena! That'd be crazy! It needs to go to the Warriors of the Ring Pay-Per-View, that's where it'll happen! Now stop calling me, will you?

*The Accelerator hangs up the phone, sighing. He sits back in his desk, only now realizing that Deana, Hunter, and Jonathan have all come into the room.*

The Accelerator: Hey, kiddos. How's the show going tonight?

Hunter Barrows: I got to do the intro.

The Accelerator: Good for you, son!

Deana Barrows: Is everything alright, Dad? That phone call seemed to stress you out, and you know you need to be careful with stress...

*The Accelerator waives off Deana's concerns, smiling as he stands up on shaky legs. His wheelchair is right nearby if he ends up needing it.*

The Accelerator: I'll be fine, sweetheart. Just having to straighten some people out. Oh, but I'm glad you're all here. I've got the news you've been waiting for.

Jonathan Barrows: What's that, Dad?

The Accelerator: Our arena for Warriors of the Ring V is set!

*All three Barrows look at each other before staring back at the smiling Ace.*

Jonathan Barrows: You mean... we didn't have the arena yet? We've been advertising...

Deana Barrows: I was wondering why the ticket sales were so slow...

Hunter Barrows: So where are we going to be?

The Accelerator: You'll be pleased to know we've got full rights to the United Center in Chicago, Illinois!! 23,500 seats available for us to fill up!!

*Deana gives a small clap, while Jonathan and Hunter look over at each other, wondering if Illinois is a great idea. Ace, seeing this, stands up, a little annoyed again.*

The Accelerator: Do you realize how special this is, having the access to a venue like this for the PPV? They cancelled Bon Jovi. They cancelled Janet Jackson. Even Jimmy Buffet and the Coral Reefer Band got cancelled!

Hunter Barrows: Oh my god! Not Jimmy Buffet!

The Accelerator: Yes, even his experience with OCW couldn't save him. But the GCWA? We were able to get this deal signed, sealed, and delivered!

Jonathan Barrows: Dare I ask how much this cost us?

The Accelerator: Cash-wise? About the usual. But let's just say we're going to need to do a few favors from some of the people who run Chicago in the near future as well...

Deana Barrows: Dad!

The Accelerator: Don't worry about it. I've done these deals dozens of times. We'll be perfectly fine. It's going to be a huge event, and just wait until you see what's set for Heat Wave!

*The Accelerator sits back down, laughing to himself. The rest of the Barrows shrug and go back to work, although Jonathan's gaze lingers far too long on his father before departing. We return to ringside.*

Rockwell: We're going to be in Chicago!

Hood: Awesome! Wait, how are they doing Corona-wise?

Rockwell: About the same as here in Texas...

Hood: Great! Wait a second...

Rockwell: Life goes on, Hood! Two weeks from this Sunday, we'll be in Chicago, and the tournament will be decided! But right now, we've got a championship to be defended, so let's go to the ring!


GCWA World Television Title Match
Ryot(c) (10-7) vs. Aaron Warthog (5-15)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the GCWA World Television Championship!!!

*The fans pop, although they're already sounding a little winded after a couple of tournament matches.*

Minos: First, the challenger... standing 6'1" and weighing 330 lbs... from Charleston, South Carolina... here is Aaron Warthog!!

"Everyone knows I'm Hog Wild!"

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

Rockwell: Warthog had real concerns about his teeth this week.

Hood: Ridiculous worry. The guy had a cavity, it got patched, he's all good!

Rockwell: Yes, but in the age we currently live in, even going to the dentist can be scary.

Hood: I'm not worried about the damn virus there. I'm worried about that drill the dentist always has ready.

Rockwell: Ever had to get a root canal?

Hood: Ugh, those are the worst! But a cavity? Fuck, a cavity is nothing...

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'11" and weighing 189 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... accompanied by Rogue Daniels... here is the GCWA World Television Champion, "The Natural" Ryot!!

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

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

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

Rockwell: Someone broke into Ryot's penthouse this week, apparently attacking Lionel.

Hood: Lionel doesn't matter, but was anything taken?

Rockwell: I think the place was just trashed.

Hood: That's not the way a champion should be treated!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So can Ryot retain against Aaron Warthog?

Hood: Please...

Rockwell: Hey, Aaron's gotten a couple of victories here and there. I wouldn't write him off entirely.

Hood: Ryot's in a whole separate league from him. This is going to be quick and brutal!

*Warthog looks pumped up and ready to go as Ryot waits for him to approach. The two lock up, with Warthog starting to drive Ryot back into the corner. The ref calls for the break, and Warthog does so, raising his hands. He then tries a right hand, but Ryot ducks under it, spinning Warthog into the corner and snapping his head back with multiple shots! Ryot backs away, readjusting himself, before running forward, scoring a leaping double-knee shot to Warthog that crushes him into the corner!! Warthog slumps down, leaning on the bottom rope, as Ryot raises his hands and walks away, feeling like he's already taken this one over. The referee follows him, which gives Daniels the slim window to give Warthog a right hand through the ropes, right where the cavity was!! Warthog rolls to his side, then pulls himself out of the ring, shaking his head back and forth. He looks towards Daniels, glaring at him.*

Rockwell: Daniels took the cheap shot, but the dentist did good work, because all it did was make Warthog angry!

Hood: And one thing you never want to see is an angry warthog!

Rockwell: No, definitely not, Hood.

Hood: I've seen The Lion King, and Timon is not someone you want to mess with!

Rockwell: I thought Pumbaa was the warthog?

Hood: Oh, right. I always get them mixed up. Point remains the same, don't piss off a Warthog!

*Daniels is backing away now, arms up, as Warthog comes around the ring after him. The referee, having noticed what's going on, leans over the ropes, yelling at Warthog to get back in the ring and for Daniels not to get involved. Warthog doesn't listen, continuing around another corner to chase Daniels... and getting blassted by a Meteora from Ryot!! Warthog's down, as Ryot jumps back to his feet, smiling at the nearby audience. He grabs Warthog by the head and pulls him up, sending him back into the ring. He gets Warthog positioned on the mat and runs to the ropes. He then comes charging back before Warthog can recover, clocking him with the V Trigger!!! Warthog topples onto his back, with Ryot standing over him, completely confident in himself, before finally dropping for the cover... 1... 2... and somehow Warthog kicks out! Ryot looks a little surprised, but not worried. It just means he gets to dish out a little more punishment.*

Rockwell: This is not going the way Aaron Warthog likely hoped...

Hood: Also, that filling he got may have just been knocked out, which means he's got to go back to the dentist.

Rockwell: Hope his insurance covers it this time...

*The Television Champion has Warthog back up again, punching away at him. He drives Warthog back towards the ropes, looking to clothesline him out of the ring. But Warthog's too large, hanging up on the ropes before falling back into the ring. Ryot, annoyed, goes to pick Warthog up and toss him out, but Warthog jabs him in the eye, causing Ryot to stumble backwards. Warthog then comes forward, driving a shoulder into Ryot's chest, knocking him down! The crowd pops, always liking to see the underdog get some offense in. Warthog smiles and goes to the ropes, coming back towards Ryot for another ram, but Ryot quickly leapfrogs over him, avoiding the hit. As Warthog returns, Ryot flattens out, letting Warthog jump over him. Warthog returns a third time, looking exhausted from running so much, and Ryot quickly greets him with a spinning roundhouse kick, putting Warthog on his back!*

Rockwell: Ryot stifles any comeback from Warthog with that kick!

Hood: And his hair is awesome. His barber really does good work.

Rockwell: You'd do good work too for a quick $150.

Hood: I'd try, but cutting hair? Too many ways to fuck that up...

*Ryot is back on his feet now, coming at Warthog and delivering a double stomp to the chest! Warthog groans, staying down, even as Ryot turns and goes to the turnbuckle. He climbs up slowly, basking in the 'praise' of the fans, while Daniels claps for him outside the ring. Ryot gets to the top, looking over his shoulder at Warthog, who's still down. Ryot takes flight, leaping backwards with a moonsault that lands perfectly on Warthog's stomach!! Ryot bounces off, but then recovers to come back for the cover... 1... 2... and again, Warthog gets the shoulder up! Ryot sits up, shaking his head at wasting so much time. He goes off to the side, nodding to Daniels and bracing himself for another charge. Warthog is slowly trying to sit up, looking out of it. Ryot doesn't give him a chance to recover, coming forward quickly and scoring RYOT Time (Shining Wizard)!!! Warthog crashes backwards to the mat, out cold, and this time Ryot makes the loosest possible cover as he looks around at the crowd... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... and STILL GCWA World Television champion... "The Natural" Ryot!!

Hood: And Ryot gets a clean, decisive victory!

Rockwell: If you ignore Daniels...

Hood: It was beautiful! Future Shock shows why they're one of the most dominant teams in the GCWA's history! Those tag belts will be theirs soon enough!



*Ryot walks over to the edge of the ring and asks for a microphone.*

Ryot: You see what I did there? THAT is what the TV Title is all about. This title isn't secondary or a lower tier prize.

*He paces around back and forth.*

Ryot: This is THE belt here in GCWA, and I'm going to prove that. I said last week I'd do an open challenge...well I'm still a man of my word.

*Ryot walks forward and looks into the hard camera.*

Ryot: I am issuing an open challenge once again to the baddest and best man in GCWA. I don't care who that is, but I will take them on.

*Ryot turns to the crowd.*

Ryot: Because the man of opportunity, is handing out one more shot. Make it count, because I'll be ready and waiting.

*He drops the microphone and raises his arms to the crowd with his belt in his hand. He is shouting that he is the man and no one can touch him.*

*Suddenly, the video screen comes on, grabbing Ryot's attention. He and Daniels look up at it, wondering what's going on.*

Hood: Technical difficulties?

Rockwell: Or we're getting a feed from outside the arena!

*We cut to THE LOCAL HOSPITAL. What does 'Local' mean? We're not sure. But it's the LOCAL HOSPITAL. Jack Puffer is seated in a chair, next to the bed where his limp, unconscious body resided over the past...oh, couple of weeks. He's got a pair of black tennis shoes at his feet. He picks one up, untying the laces.*

Jack Puffer: Hello, Ryot. Nice to meet you.

*Puffer flips the shoe in the air, catches it, places it over his foot, and ties the laces.*

Jack Puffer: As you can see, I've been medically cleared to leave the LOCAL HOSPITAL. Which means I'll, no doubt, be medically cleared to compete the minute The Good Detective's body exits those sliding doors out front.

*Puffer grabs his second shoe, untying the laces.*

Jack Puffer: There's nothing more The Good Detective would like than to get back in the ring and show people that I'm as good as ever.

*Puffer flips the shoe in the air, catches it, places it over his other foot, and ties the laces.*

Jack Puffer: So, Ryot...I'm officially accepting your challenge for Warriors of the Ring! See you there!

*Jack stands up and moves to exit. He's halted by a hand belonging to someone we cannot see.*

Voice: Whoa, Jack. Maybe you'd like to get dressed first.

*Puffer looks down, realizing he's still in the hospital gown. He smiles and shrugs.*

Jack Puffer: Still a bit groggy from all that sleep. Nothing a good training session won't fix. See you at the PPV, Ryot!

*Puffer turns around, bending over to grab some clothes. We see his ass through the split in his gown. We cut away...a few seconds too late.*





*The video feed cuts to outside the GCWA Arena, where it appears that the GCWA Red Robin has been cleaned up after the melee earlier today. There seem to be several people making their way into the restaurant to get food. We return to ringside.*

Rockwell: I hope there weren't too many serious injuries earlier that the GCWA will be found liable for.

Hood: A dude was using his flaming t-shirt as a weapon!

Rockwell: Right. Well, that's why we have a lawsuit division.

Hood: Wrestling is a crazy business.

Rockwell: Agreed. Let's get back to the tournament!


Warriors of the Ring Tournament, Second Round Match
Curt Canon (3-2) vs. Lucas Thames (7-2)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Second Round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament! Making his way to the ring... standing 6'4" and weighing 245 lbs... from Detroit, Michigan... here is Lucas "The Icon" Thames!!

*The opening bars of Not Gonna Die by Skillet begin to play and people begin to rise, cheering. Out of the curtain steps Lucas raising his arms in thanks. After a few moments Lucas walks down to the ring slapping the odd hand of fans but mostly staying focused on the job at hand. He walks up the ring steps, taking care to wipe his feet on the apron and climbs through. He raises his hands again acknowledging the cheers with a slight nod. Then we're underway.*

Rockwell: Thames got past Sweet Roxy last week, and he's still wishing she'd given him more competition.

Hood: He should just be happy with a quick victory. Some wrestlers didn't get out of the first round unscathed.

Rockwell: He also spent some quality time with a young fan, making his day.

Hood: Making his day? He wouldn't even sign his shirt!

Rockwell: The kid's shirt was black, Hood!

Hood: So? Find a silver marker, for crying out loud!

Rockwell: Right, because they always have those scattered around everywhere...

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'4" and weighing 155 lbs... from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... here is the OCW Hall of Famer... Curt Canon!!

*The opening beats of Figure 8 by Trust Company hits. Eight seconds into the song you see Curt Canon slide out from the entrance way on to the ramp. He stands there with an arrogant look on his face for a few seconds before taking both hands and pointing to himself. In the same motion he leans a bit back and throws his hands out to his side. He then slowly starts to make his way to the ring looking at the crowd and rubbing his wrist on the way down. He gets to the ring and walks up the steps....climbs into the ring heads to the center repeats the pose he did at the top of the ramp as blue pyro shoots out of all four turnbuckles.*

Rockwell: Canon had to take out his own ally, Jack Puffer, to get here.

Hood: I'm still wondering what happened down those stairs. I mean, it's not like Puffer could have fallen down the stairs and had a Clue game land on top of him, right?

Rockwell: It would take an extraordinary bounce, but then, Puffer's an extraordinary kind of guy...

Hood: What I'm saying is, maybe someone has it out for the Mustard Factory! Maybe Canon's next!

Rockwell: Well then he'd better...

Hood: Or Alice... can it be Alice? Please?

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: One of these two GCWA superstars is going to the quarter-finals!

Hood: Does Canon qualify as a GCWA superstar? Has he been in enough matches?

Rockwell: He made it to the finals of Ultimate Survival. He was part of an extremely competitive Golden Opportunity match at Blood on the Battlefield V. And he's been fairly consistent as a member of the Mustard Factory.

Hood: So you're saying he qualifys?

Rockwell: Yes.

Hood: And I disagree. He's retired!

*Thames comes forward to greet Canon, offering him a respectful handshake. It's clear he considers Canon a legend in the business. Canon studies the hand, not sure he trusts it after what happened in the Mustard Factory. For all he knows, Thames had something to do with what happened to Puffer. But after checking the hand for anything hidden, Canon carefully shakes the hand, immediately letting go and hopping backwards into a defensive stance. Thames just stares at him, raising his eyebrows. The crowd gives a short laugh at the sequence, which gets a quick scowl from Canon. Thames steps forward for the lock-up, wanting to get things going, but Canon turns away from him, walking to the ropes. He seems to be focused on the crowd reaction. Thames comes up from behind, grabbing Canon on the shoulder... and Canon leaps with a Pele kick, hitting Thames right between the eyes!! Thames staggers back, not falling, but Canon then spins into the Canon Kick (Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick) to put him down!*

Rockwell: Some strong kicks to begin things for Canon, who took advantage of Thames' respect there!

Hood: It's not about respect, it's about winning!

Rockwell: I think for Canon, it's about not being thought of as a comedy act anymore...

*As Thames works his way back up, looking a little shaken, Canon stays on the offensive. He leaps, giving Thames a dropsault that sends Thames stumbling back into the corner! Canon comes after him, climbing up on the turnbuckle and punching away at the larger man. The fans count along, which seems to annoy Canon more, as he stops punching. Instead, he goes to jump into a hurricanrana! But Thames hangs on, sending Canon falling off to the canvas! Canon catches himself on his hands and knees and jumps back up, preparing to charge again, but Thames meets him halfway, catching Canon and spinning him around before delivering a snap dragon suplex!! The crowd pops, even as Thames gets up and attacks again, grabbing Canon and pulling him to dish out a snap German suplex with a bridge pin! The ref is there... 1... 2.. and Canon kicks out before the third strike got halfway up, showing he's got plenty of fight left. Thames immediately shifts into a wrist-lock, working over Canon's wrist on the canvas.*

Rockwell: For Canon, this could be about a last run, but for Thames, this is about finally making it to the upper tier!

Hood: He's really been held down, considering his record. I'm not a huge fan of his goody-goody attitude, but he's done enough to deserve a title shot.

Rockwell: From what I hear, his old rivalry with Dylan Thomas has led to the A-List working against him and holding him back.

Hood: All lies. The A-List wants the best for everyone...

Rockwell: ... Especially the A-List!

*Canon is fighting his way up now, trying to take the pressure off the wrist submission. He does a flip forward, then a flip back, eventually managing to reverse the hold and twist Thames' arm behind him. Thames struggles against it, even as Canon leans in and talks to him, telling him that he hasn't earned being an Icon yet, that it's reserved for people like him. Thames responds by shoving both men backwards, sending them crashing into the corner! Canon releases Thames, feeling the impact shiver down his spine. Thames shakes out his arm and turns, popping Canon with several rights and lefts. He steps back, lining Canon up, and then spins into Lights Out (Standing Roundhouse Kick To Head), but Canon ducks under it, causing Thames to get hung up on the ropes! Before Thames can get himself free, Canon jumps up on the turnbuckle, and in one motion, leaps off with a flip splash right onto Thames' leg!!! Thames collapses to the ground, in a ton of pain, as Canon gets up, going immediately for Thames' leg.*

Rockwell: We're seeing a more dangerous Curt Canon tonight!

Hood: Not just tonight! Remember, he put Jack Puffer in the hospital!

Rockwell: That was an accident, Hood...

Hood: Was it? WAS IT?

*The referee ventures closer as Canon has applied a Calf Killer submission to Thames' leg, working to do some more damage. Thames is trying to fight free, using his bulk to begin a slow process across the ring towards the ropes, but even with his size advantage, it's going to take some work. Canon shows no signs of letting go, wanting Thames to tap out and prove who the better, more serious wrestler is. He can't stop Thames from moving, though, as the Icon drags Canon far enough so that Thames can grab the bottom rope. The ref immediately calls for the break, although it takes a few counts before Canon finally lets go of the Calf Killer. He gets up, starting to say something to the ref, but changing his mind. He turns and heads for the turnbuckle instead, yanking himself up top and positioning himself once again. He leaps off, going for Spiral Tap, but Thames pulls on the nearby ropes to yank himself out of the way, leaving Canon to collide with the mat!*

Rockwell: Thames using his ring awareness there...

Hood: Does it count as awareness if he was touching the ropes just a minute before?

Rockwell: I've known some wrestlers that forget where they are seconds after getting there...

Hood: Oh, yeah. Like Titan 3.

Rockwell: No, not like Titan 3! The man's a legend!

Hood: But no one remembers where he is, including him!

Rockwell: That's absolutely not true...

*Thames is back on his feet, limping slightly from the pain in his leg. Before Canon can recover, Thames gets over to him, grabbing Canon by the head and leg and delivering the Iconizer (Leg-Assisted Neckbreaker)!!! There's a pop from the crowd as Thames get Canon onto the mat back-first for the cover... 1... 2... but Canon kicks out! Thames gets up, straightening his leg out a few times before turning back to Canon. He gets the veteran up, lifting him up onto his shoulders, but Canon is already fighting, managing to fall back to the mat. Canon then leaps up, going for another dropsault, but Thames steps out of the way, causing Canon to miss and land back-first! As Canon gets back up, woozy, Thames lines him up and comes in, getting a rolling knee bar to twist Canon to the mat, and then applying the anklelock to start You Either Tap Or You Break!!!! Canon is immediately yelling out, but he's also immediately grabbing at the ropes, which inadvertently ended up close by!*

Rockwell: Bad luck for Thames there, as he's won several matches with that move!

Hood: So much for ring awareness...

Rockwell: He still did some damage, Hood, and now both men are going to be limping for a while...

*The hold was quickly broken, although Thames did get in a few twists before the ref fully called for the break. He grabs Canon by the back of the head and tugs him up, locking Canon in from behind with a Tazmission!! He works to drop back with Canon, but as they fall back, Canon does a partial somersault, landing with his feet behind Thames' head and making it a pinning combination! The ref drops... 1... 2... Thames shoves Canon off, releasing the hold while escaping the pin! Both men pull themselves up, with Canon staggering away to the ropes. As Thames gets up, Canon goes to springboard up, with Thames ducking out of the line of fire once again... but Canon caught himself on the top rope, balancing there!!! As Thames gets back up, Canon springs off, landing a massive springboard dropkick that puts Thames on his back! Canon rolls in for another cover... 1... 2... and Thames barely escapes in time! Canon uses the momentum of the shift, though, and immediately applies a Koji Clutch, working to get Thames to submit once again!*

Rockwell: I'm not used to so many submissions from the high-flyer...

Hood: Is Canon trying to teach Thames a lesson about being an Icon?

Rockwell: Maybe, but Thames is used to the MMA style. He's not one to submit too easily!

*Canon keeps the hold applied, trying to beat Thames at his own game. But the larger man once again refuses to give up. The ref checks again, but shakes his head, not expecting a change unless Thames passes out. Canon, looking a little frustrated, decides to drop the submission, letting Thames fall back to the mat. Canon then gets up, moving off to the side, watching as Thames works his way back up. As soon as Thames is most of the way, Canon comes in again, catching him from behind with the Kotaro Crusher!! Thames is down, with Canon making the cover again... 1... 2... 3, NO! Thames gets out of it!! Canon can't believe it, looking around for someone to agree with him that this should be over. Checkers isn't here at the moment, though, and the ref is showing him "2". Canon tells him to raise one more, but it's not working, so Canon instead heads for the turnbuckle. He pulls himself up to the top, turning around to leap... and Thames is there, hitting Canon's legs out from under him!! Canon hits hard, racking himself, and hangs there as Thames reaches up and grabs him... taking him off with a superplex!!!*

Rockwell: The superplex lands!!

Hood: Pin him, Thames, pin him!

Rockwell: You're rooting for Thames?

Hood: I'm rooting against anything connected to Alice Knight!

*Both wrestlers are too winded after that impact for there to be a cover. Thames rolls over and starts to get up first, trying to recover after the fall. Canon slowly sits up as well, looking around in a bit of confusion. He starts to get up, sending Thames coming from behind him, and leaps for another Pele kick!! But the only one there is the ref, who frantically backs away as Canon pulls his kick short! Canon gets up, turning to the ref and raising his hands, saying he's sorry and didn't mean it. He turns, but here comes Thames, picking him up and landing a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!! Canon's down, as Thames makes the cover... 1... 2... 3, NO! Canon gets the shoulder up!! Thames wearily gets up, grabbing at Canon's head, no, Canon gets a kick upwards at him from the ground, getting Thames in the head! Canon then kips up, showing his skill as he boosts up, grabbing at Thames and trying to take him with a fisherman suplex! Thames blocks it, though, then reverses out of it... and locks in All It Takes Is Five Seconds (Anaconda Vice)!!!*

Rockwell: It's over! There's no escape for Canon!

Hood: Squeeze the life out of him, Thames! I'll count along! 1! 2!

Rockwell: Wait, I don't think he has it!

Hood: Huh?

*The two men have fallen to the floor, but Canon has somehow slipped his head free, pulling away from Thames! The referee watches to make sure everything's legal. Thames works to readjust, trying to drag Canon back into the hold, as the two start to work their way up. Thames goes for leverage, lifting Canon up to try and twist him into position. But Canon readjusts in the air and turns it into a hip toss variation, throwing Thames forward! Thames springs back up, but not fast enough, as Canon catches him with the V-Trigger!! Thames stands straight up from the hit, stunned, as Canon turns and uses the ropes to get momentum and charge back. Thames tries a clothesline, but Canon ducks under it, rebounds, and leaps... taking Thames down with The Chronicles End (Essex Destroyer)!!! The crowd pops seeing this familiar move, as Canon falls into the pinfall, hanging onto the legs... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, moving on to the Quarter-Finals... Curt Canon!!

Rockwell: Another huge victory for Curt Canon, as he's headed to the Pay-Per-View!

Hood: Well, damn it...

Rockwell: Thames came so close to locking him down, but Canon's experience showed him a way out of the submission before it got locked in.

Hood: He got lucky!

Rockwell: Luck is always a part of wrestling, Hood. We now know two members of the Mustard Factory will be in the final eight!

*Canon is back up, smiling as the referee holds his arm up. He leans on the ropes for support, knowing that the road ahead is still going to be a challenge.*





*We come back to a quick video of Lucian Rage as he storms out of the GCWA Arena doors. He looks furious, glaring at a nearby display displaying The Accelerator and the upcoming Warriors of the Ring pay-per-view. With one swing, the glass is broken, shattering the display. Rage rips the poster out, crumbling it before walking away.*

Rockwell: Lucian looks pretty pissed off.

Hood: Hey, he's the one who took his eye off the ball.

Rockwell: But did the Barrows screw him over, due to his threats to the family?

Hood: You mean Ace screwed him over...

Rockwell: No, I'm not talking about Ace...

Hood: He's the one Lucian was threatening, the one who had connections with Lucian's father, Arryk! Why wouldn't it be The Accelerator who rigged the match?

Rockwell: Because... Ace wouldn't do that!

Hood: You're kidding me. Have you lost track of all the stuff Ace has done over the years? Of COURSE he could have done it, and if he did, well done!

Rockwell: *sigh* Let's just get to the main event...


Warriors of the Ring Tournament, Second Round Match
Havoc (1-0) vs. Lissie Hope (1-0)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening...

*The crowd cheers, having been waiting for this one all night.*

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Second Round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament! Entering the arena... standing 6'0" and weighing 214 lbs... here is "The Nightmare King" Havoc!!

*"YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE" in all red appears over the tron followed by the lights slowly fizzling out in the arena as the crowd waits in anticipation for the arrival of the Nightmare King. A red spotlight appears near the curtains as smoke engulfs the entire stage. "Delusions of Savior" by Slayer hits the PA System as men and women donning face paint crawl out of the smoke and surround the stage for the arrival of ‘their savior'. "Repentless" by Slayer kicks in with strobing red lights, as Havoc step out of the smoke with a stone-cold expression on his face, while holding a barbed wire baseball bat in hand. All the men and women around the stage bow at his presence as Havoc slowly makes his way down the ramp accompanied by his followers as the strobing red lights illuminate their path. He places the bat at ringside before climbing up to the top turnbuckle and embraces the negative crowd reaction with a smirk on his face.*

Hood: Havoc has ruined 4th of July BBQ's for me now.

Rockwell: Going to picture all your relatives wearing face paint?

Hood: Yeah, probably.

Rockwell: Havoc took down a GCWA Hall of Famer in the first round. Now he's facing one of the most dangerous competitors in the tournament. But he doesn't seem that scared.

Hood: A guy who looks like he does doesn't get scared very often...

Minos: His opponent...

*The downtempo bass drops. The trap-heavy outro of Billie Eilish's "bad guy" floods the arena, the booming shaking the seats underneath each audience member. They rise to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of Action Wrestling's former two-time World Champion and All-In Briefcase holder, Lissie Hope.*

I like when you get mad.

*The GCWA crowd is mesmerized but still conflicted, knowing the full capabilities of Lissie Hope but still showing caution, as they are unsure just how committed she is towards adapting to this environment. But with a personal invitation to join a tournament to crown a World Championship, deep down Lissie Hope does feel wanted. She does feel desired. And that's a feeling she hasn't had in quite a long time.*

You said she's scared of me?
I mean...

*Finally, the curtains spread and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, standing for a moment and taking in the mixed fan reaction. She still has a legion of support, mainly from the young female demographic who have followed her career and watched her ascend to the moon, being a mainstay in Women's wrestling. But there is still trepidation, as Lissie Hope, in the moment, is an outsider. She slowly saunters down the stage, not really acknowledging any of the jeers thrown in her direction.*

I'm the bad guy.
Ha!

*She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Villain" tee-shirt, and black and red workout pants. Though she has held the belt on two occasions, she looks down at her empty waistline and with her hands, brushes her fingers along her waist to show the outline of a championship belt. She removes the Villain t-shirt, exposing her upper ring apparel, and tosses it to the timekeeper, slowly climbing up the staircase and pausing to pose for the ringside fans.*

Minos: Ladies and gentlemen, from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing 135 pounds... "THE BLACKHEART"... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!

Rockwell: Lissie Hope is going through one of the worst things in the world: seeing a family member fighting for survival in the hospital.

Hood: I want to say something negative, but I've lost a brother myself.

Rockwell: Oh, I'm sorry, Hood. I didn't know. How'd it happen?

Hood: I don't know, he wandered off someplace. I'll find him someday.

Rockwell: I... you're just playing with me, aren't you?

Hood: Wouldn't you like to know?

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Time to decide who goes on to face John E Depth!

Hood: I still can't believe he's in the quarter-finals...

Rockwell: Some might say it's a free ride to the semis if you win here tonight, but Depth has been pretty surprising so far.

Hood: Well, neither of these guys have surprised me. I knew they were both great! But someone's gotta win!

Rockwell: Or Depth could move forward due to a Double Countout...

Hood: No! No double countouts! No double pins! None of that! Clean finishes, damn it!

*The referee calls forward both wrestlers, giving them a quick reading of the rules that seems to only happen on the biggest of matches. Hope laughs at worrying about the rules, before turning to Havoc and goading him, talking to "Christopher" about his shortcomings. Havoc just stares back with a devious smirk on his face. He suddenly snaps his fingers, and the lights in the arena change, growing darker. The lights shift for a moment before coming back up, with Havoc still there, focusing on an unmoved Hope. she shrugs, as if wondering if that's it. But Havoc then comes forward, throwing a left hand that knocks her back! Havoc starts scoring a few shots, but Hope comes right back with her own, as the WWH World Heavyweight Champion and the Queen of the Havoc Rumble fight it out to the wild cheers of the audience here in the GCWA Arena! Neither is holding anything back, showing how much they both want this.*

Rockwell: No love lost between these two!

Hood: That always leads to the best wrestling matches! I love hatred in the ring!

Rockwell: It does tend to lead to some violent affairs...

*Havoc has managed to get control first, kneeing Hope repeatedly while holding her against the ropes. He then whips Hope to the other side, running after her to swing into a discus lariat! Hope hits hard, with Havoc taking a moment to feel the anger from the crowd before he comes back to Hope. He goes for the stomp, but Hope rolls out of the way, getting back up. Havoc goes to meet her, but Hope fires back with some stiff punches, then lands some kicks to the legs of Havoc, taking him to a knee. Hope then steps in, grabbing Havoc by the head and getting a snap DDT! She rolls him over, possibly for the pin, but Havoc is already raising a shoulder before the ref can even count. Hope pulls him up, setting him for a suplex, but Havoc blocks it with his leg, then takes Hope over instead! He hangs on, bringing Hope back up and getting a second vertical snap suplex, doing more damage. He pulls Hope up once more, wanting a third, but this time Hope responds by reversing it herself, suplexing over Havoc!*

Rockwell: Neither wrestler has been able to take control yet, as the moves have been fast and furious!

Hood: But no cars.

Rockwell: What?

Hood: Fast and furious, but not involving cars.

Rockwell: ... Yes, Hood. No cars.

Hood: Just checking.

*The two wrestlers are back up now, with Hope taking Havoc into the corner. She starts nailing him with lands a few knee shots, weakening his core, before slashing him across the chest with a sharp chop! The fans woo as Hope lands a couple more, really laying into them. But Havoc seems to be perfectly fine with them, shaking off the pain as if he doesn't even feel it. He suddenly grabs Hope, spinning her into the corner, and starts laying into her with chops of his own! After a few more hits, Havoc drags Hope out of the corner and turns her around, setting her up for an exploderplex into the corner!! But Hope fights it off, turning around and landing a counter back elbow to knock Havoc away. She comes at him, grabbing Havoc by the arm and whipping him towards the ropes, no, Havoc reverses, and it's Hope that goes into the ropes. She manages to stop herself, locking onto the ropes with both arms to kill her momentum. But Havoc's already charging at her, heedless of any danger to himself, and he lands a Cactus Cloihesline that sends both spiralling to the outside!!*

Rockwell: A hard fall for both our competitors, as this fierce battle continues!

Hood: I said NO double countouts!

Rockwell: Somehow I don't think the ref is going to let that be a problem, Hood.

*As seen in some previous matches in the tournament, the referee seems reluctant to count quickly as both wrestlers are getting up on the outside. Havoc strikes first, sending Hope flying hard into the timekeeper's area, flipping her over the barrier! Havoc follows, climbing up and over. He picks Hope up, but Hope stops him with a rake of the eyes, something even the Nightmare King can't ignore. He stumbles back, with Hope getting herself up onto the barrier and taking a few quick steps across it, jumping and dropkicking Havoc back over the barrier!! Hope slowly gets up, rotating her shoulder before grabbing at Havoc and pulling him up. She takes him over to the announce table, with the Spanish announcers quickly getting out of range as she goes to put Havoc's head into the table! But Havoc blocks it, getting a couple of elbows to knock her back. He reaches over, grabbing one of the television monitors and pulling it loose. He starts towards her, but the referee has left the ring now, getting between them and reminding Havoc that this isn't a death match.*

Hood: Man, I'm glad they went to our Spanish colleagues!

Rockwell: That was indeed a close one, as Havoc could have gotten himself disqualified.

Hood: Which would be a terrible end to a tournament main event.

Rockwell: Foreshadowing?

Hood: I hope not...

*Havoc tosses the monitor away, almost hitting some fans at ringside (who will probably get some free tickets for the close call). He goes back to Hope, grabbing her by the hair, but Hope gets a shot to the throat to stun Havoc, then locks him up, giving him a German suplex on the floor!! Hope slowly sits up, getting back to her feet, as the referee starts pleading with both wrestlers to get back into the ring. Hope ignores him completely, grabbing at Havoc and double underhooking him, before scoring with some more knee shots. But on the last one, Havoc suddenly straightens up, throwing Hope overhead with a back body drop!! Hope manages to roll upon landing, removing some of the damage. She works her way up, but Havoc is already rushing at her, leaping into a Sick Kick that sends Hope crashing back against the barricade!! The fans there reach over, patting her on the shoulder and telling her to get up, as security is quick to order them back. Havoc is relentless, stepping over and dragging Hope up as the ref continues to follow them, rather than doing a countout.*

Rockwell: If the ref isn't careful, this one's going to turn bloody.

Hood: I think that's the way Havoc would prefer it...

Rockwell: But not the GCWA management!

Hood: No, they'd rather save that for the Pay-Per-View, I'm sure.

*Hope and Havoc are finally going back into the ring now, as Havoc tosses her inside after a hit against the apron. He follows, stepping through and picking her up off the mat. He sets her up, lifting her in the air and rushing towards the corner with a Buckle Bomb!! Hope slumps in the corner, hurting, as Havoc steps back and lands a couple of kicks to the midsection. He then drags her back up, locking her up and dropping with a swinging fisherman suplex!! The ref slides in, happy to count... 1... 2... and Hope is able to get her shoulder clean off the mat. Havoc brings her back up, landing a Olympian Slam to lay her out once more. He then heads for the turnbuckle, climbing up effortlessly despite the battle that's taken place so far. He shows perfect balance as he leaps forward, going for the Twilight Blitz (Double Footstomp)!! Unfortunately for him, Hope has moved, leaving Havoc to stomp the ground and do a flip, crashing hard to the canvas!!*

Rockwell: Just when you think things are going one direction, the tables turn!

Hood: And when tables get involved, the match gets even better!

Rockwell: One of these two needs to find a way to take control and stay there if they want to move on to the quarter-finals!

*The pace of this match is clearly having an effect on both wrestlers, but their conditioning has let them keep going where many of the fans in attendance would have already collapsed. Hope is up now, nailing a recovering Havoc with a bicycle kick to the chest that sends him falling back into the ropes! Hope then comes in, putting a foot into Havoc's throat and pushing him backwards over the bottom rope, even as the referee starts a five count! Hope drops the boot, but then uses it to stomp Havoc once more before leaning over him, talking to "Christopher" once again about not deserving to be there with the Queen. She pulls Havoc up once more, this time grabbing his head and heading for the turnbuckle. She goes for a tornado DDT, but Havoc pushes her off, sending her to the apron! Hope manages to catch herself, punching Havoc once before coming back through the ropes and going for a spinning elbow, only for Havoc to block it by picking her up and dropping her with the Fold Over (Torture rack into a powerbomb)!!! The pin is made... 1... 2... Hope barely escapes!*

Rockwell: It could end just like that, with one surprise move!

Hood: Both of these two have such a repetoire to draw on. They probably have dozens of maneuvers that can put someone away!

Rockwell: In a contest like this, it's all about who's got the stamina to land the last finisher!

*Havoc has taken over control now, holding Hope up in a sitting position while punching away at her. He is yelling at her, telling her that she'll never walk alone, landing repeated strikes! He drags Hope to her feet, taking her towards the corner and bodily throwing her into it, leaving her hanging there as he moves confidently to the other side of the ring. The fans seem pretty split at the moment, as neither wrestler is a fan favorite, so they're alternating between Havoc and Hope, depending on who's in trouble. Right now, they're cheering for Hope to move as Havoc lines up, running towards her for a leaping corner kick... only to have Hope propel herself forward and catch him with a running spear!! Both are down, but Hope is already readjusting Havoc, twisting him around and applying a crossface chickenwing submission!! The referee darts in, doing his job with confidence now that everyone's inside the ropes, while Hope tries to get Havoc to tap out!*

Rockwell: Can Hope end this with a submission?

Hood: I think Havoc loves pain a little too much for him to ever give up on a match...

Rockwell: Does he really love pain? Or can he just withstand a lot of it?

Hood: Your guess is as good as mine...

*The crossface chickenwing submission stays on, but Havoc shows no signs of submitting. He is fighting against the hold, using his slight size advantage to move himself towards the ropes the best he can. Hope lets him expend the energy, watching as he finally reaches the nearby bottom rope. He locks onto it, with the ref immediately calling for the break. Hope drops the submission, getting up and moving the hair out of her face. He pulls Havoc up, only to immediately drop him again with a swinging neckbreaker! With Havoc down, Hope turns and walks to the turnbuckle, regally making her way up. She smirks at the crowd before turning around again, positioning herself to end this one. She leaps for the Cherry Bomb (Swanton Bomb)... and Havoc blocks it with his knees, doing damage upon Hope's landing!!! Havoc pulls himself up, trying to keep moving. He heads to the ropes, leaping off of them with Zero Eclipse (Running Middle-Rope Moonsault) and landing it perfectly!! The ref is there... 1... 2... 3, NO! Hope breaks her arm free just in time!*

Rockwell: Hope hasn't given up! Her tournament dream is still alive!

Hood: But how much is moving on to the PPV worth? How much punishment can she take?

Rockwell: She's as tough as anyone we've had here in the GCWA, Hood.

Hood: Tougher than Havoc? I guess we'll see...

*Havoc has dragged Hope back up again, whispering to her something that can't be picked up by the cameras. Hope responds by trying a quick elbow, but Havoc easily blocks it, then grabs hold of Hope and takes her down with the ClimaX (Jumping Double Knee Facebreaker)!!! Hope could be out, as Havoc slowly slides into the pin, hanging onto one leg... 1... 2... and somehow Hope still gets free! Havoc stands up, moving off to the side, leaning on the turnbuckles as if thinking through what's going to come next. He slowly rotates around to face Hope, looking through his peeling facepaint at the downed wrestler with a look of contempt. As Hope starts to pull herself up on her hands and knees, Havoc sets himself and charges, going for Dead Trigger (Running Knee Strike)!!! But Hope suddenly flattens out, letting the knee go over top of her, missing by an inch or two at most!! Havoc gets his balance and turns back as if to try again, but Hope is up, grabbing him and delivering the Dreamchaser (Side Slam Backbreaker)!!! The fans roar, but Hope's too out of it to make a cover.*

Rockwell: It should be over right now, but these two have taken too much abuse!

Hood: I just have trouble seeing even $50,000 being worth this kind of abuse...

Rockwell: You've never been a wrestler, Hood.

Hood: Well, not in the ring, but to the ladies...

Rockwell: And I'll cut you off right there...

*The referee watches closely, starting a very slow double count, as both wrestlers are feeling the effects from this one. Hope is slowly getting up to one knee, pulling herself together. Havoc still is down, laying on his back. As Hope gets up, she turns back to Havoc, seeing him still on the canvas. She doesn't go for the pin, though, instead grabbing Havoc's head and yanking him upwards. She gets over him, feeling the confidence as she twists his arms back to lock in the Crown of Thorns (Pedigree)!!! But as Hope goes to drop, Havoc lifts up, backdropping her overhead! Hope hits hard, despite her best efforts to tuck and roll. She struggles to get up, but Havoc is already taking her back down with a bulldog, planting her on the mat! Havoc staggers up, turning and twisting Hope's feet around one of his own before getting her arms, rocking her back to deliver the Devil's Repent (Curbstomp)!!! The fans gasp, thinking it's over, as Havoc rolls on for the pin... 1... 2... and Hope barely raises a shoulder off the mat!!*

Hood: How's she do that? He just crushed her fucking skull!!

Rockwell: Well, not literally...

Hood: He stomped on her head while rocking her back, how could her skull not be crushed??

Rockwell: It's a serious maneuver, Hood, but Hope is still in the fight!

Hood: With a slightly smaller, longer head!!

*Hope is still moving on the mat, although she's making no effort to get up as of yet. Havoc is sitting beside her, taking in her agony while regaining some of his own energy. He pulls himself up, grabbing at Hope's hair to bring her close once more. With Hope struggling to stay upright, Havoc steps out onto the apron, positioning himself for a slingshot DDT! He jumps up, springing in... and Hope falls against the ropes, causing Havoc to do a flip and fall into the ring! He struggles back up, stunned, but Hope is there to grab his head, taking him towards the turnbuckle and running off of it for a tornado DDT, planting Havoc hard into the canvas!! Hope, holding her side, makes the cover... 1... 2... 3, NO! Havoc still kicks out! Hope shakes off the disappointment and gets up again, wincing as she pulls Havoc back up. She still pulls it together enough to spin into a roundhouse kick, taking Havoc right back down! Another pin... 1... 2... and Havoc still won't keep his shoulders on the mat!*

Rockwell: I think both of these wrestlers are wondering what it's going to take to keep someone down in this one...

Hood: As I've said before, wrestlers need to start bring duct tape with them to the ring. Or how about Krazy Glue?

Rockwell: I think it would take too long to set...

Hood: I don't know, remember that commercial where the guy's helmet is glued to the frame, and he's just hanging there?

*The fans are still completely split on this one, as the chants for both wrestlers show. Hope has bodyslammed Havoc on the canvas, just to get him close to the turnbuckle. She heads for it, moving slowly, as she works the climb to the top. She might be thinking about the Cherry Bomb again, hoping to land it this time. But as Hope gets up there, Havoc is somehow on her heels, grabbing at her legs to yank her down!! Havoc works to make the climb himself, getting up on the turnbuckle with Hope, punching away at her. He signals that the end is near, preparing to give Hope the UF (Avalanche Single Hook Lifting Brainbuster)!!!! The fans are roaring as Havoc goes for the lift, only to have Hope get a shot to his side, stopping him. Hope tries to drop Havoc off, but he's able to regain his balance, scoring with a right hand. He locks Hope up again, no, Hope with a knee upwards into the stomach!! Havoc almost falls, but Hope grabs him from above... locking him up quickly and coming off the top with the Crown of Thorns!!!!! The GCWA Arena erupts as Hope makes the painful cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, moving on to the Quarter-Finals... "The Blackheart" Lissie Hope!!

Rockwell: Hope does it! In another tremendous contest, Lissie Hope comes out victorious!

Hood: Is she your favorite in the tournament now?

Rockwell: She's definitely got to be seen as one of the top wrestlers in the mix, but there are still eight strong competitors next week that might be able to stop her!

Hood: Not to mention Terry Marshall and Curt Canon!

Rockwell: And John E Depth!

Hood: ... I mean, maybe...

Rockwell: It's been a hell of a night, folks, so we'll see you next week for the conclusion of the Second Round! Good night!

*Hope has climbed the turnbuckle in spite of the pain, celebrating, if only for herself. She doesn't give Havoc a backwards glance, as she steps down and leaves the ring. She looks like she's on to better things.*



*One more time, we return to the Barrows' offices, where all four members of the family are sitting around once again.*

Jonathan Barrows: So that's John E Depth vs. Lissie Hope and Curt Canon vs. Terry Marshall. That's a unique line-up for the top bracket.

Deana Barrows: I would have bet money that Ed Houston would have been there...

Jonathan Barrows: Me too. What a bummer.

The Accelerator: So what are the matches for next week, again?

Hunter Barrows: Let's see. Well, we've got The Big Bifford vs. Jason Cashe.

The Accelerator: Bifford all the way.

Jonathan Barrows: No, I think Cashe can definitely take Bifford down.

Deana Barrows: It's going to be a close one, that's for sure.

*Hunter rechecks his phone to get the next match pulled up.*

Hunter Barrows: Next is Shawn Warstein vs. Noah Hanson.

Jonathan Barrows: I have to say, Warstein has impressed me.

The Accelerator: Is that the other guy?

Jonathan Barrows: Yes, him.

Deana Barrows: Noah Hanson's our North American Champion now. You have to see the champ as the favorite.

Hunter Barrows: Not always. I mean, look at the previous champ!

Jonathan Barrows: Let's not.

*Hunter quickly scrolls his phone window to look at the next one.*

Hunter Barrows: Pretty Ricky Stanton vs. The Lost Soul.

Deana Barrows: I've always had a soft spot for TLS.

Jonathan Barrows: But Stanton is pretty... damn good.

The Accelerator: I still have to think The Lost Soul can take it. He's crafty.

Hunter Barrows: He's old!

*Ace stares at Hunter, who looks away, bringing up the last match.*

Hunter Barrows: And then there's Duce Jones vs. Mike Zybala.

Deana Barrows: I saw Mike earlier. I hope his head's okay. Is he going to put his belt up again?

Jonathan Barrows: Most likely. Zybala can't help himself.

The Accelerator: I admire that. The heart of the champion right there...

Hunter Barrows: Duce is a champ, too, and he might be a double champ after next week.

Jonathan Barrows: I think Zybala can take him, if he doesn't do something stupid...

The Accelerator: I have to say, this week was some tough picks, but next week? Who knows who's moving through to the Pay-Per-View...

Hunter Barrows: It's a coin toss.

Deana Barrows: Anyone can win.

Jonathan Barrows: If we let them.

The Accelerator: What was that, Johnny?

Jonathan Barrows: Nothing, Dad. It's going to be an exciting night.

*The four current owners of the GCWA all nod, with Jonathan turning to send a quick text. What it says, nobody knows other than the recipient. We fade out.*

OOC: Another tough week of competition in the tournament for most of the matches! Thanks to all of you who roleplayed, as it gave me a lot to work with. Thanks also to Zybala for writing the Outsiders match, and for those who sent in segments to make it less of a boring all-match show. One more week of "prelim" matches to go, and then we're ready for the PPV!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, July 17th, 2020

From The GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Chelsea LeClair vs. Lucian Rage

Enforcer & Justice Orton-Cross vs. Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning)

The Big Bifford vs. Jason Cashe, Warriors of the Ring Second Round match

Noah Hanson vs. Shawn Warstein, Warriors of the Ring Second Round match

Pretty Ricky Stanton vs. The Lost Soul, Warriors of the Ring Second Round match

Mike Zybala(c) vs. Duce Jones, GCWA Unified X-Division Title Warriors of the Ring Second Round match

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, July 10th to Wednesday, July 15th, 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!