Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*It's been another wild week in 2020. Beirut has almost been wiped off the mat by one of the biggest explosions ever seen. The videos alone are absolutely stunning. The Corona Virus continues to run around the United States, nothing new there. Oh, the Milwaukee Bucks clenched the #1 seed in the NBA Eastern Conference. Most don't care, but I'm still at least hoping for a good post-season to take our mind off of everything. As for the GCWA, we're now a few weeks away from GCWA Heat Wave IV, and the push continues tonight! So get yourself squared away and ready, because here comes the action!*

*The GCWA logo pops onto the screen, before disappearing in a blast of fuzz. After a few seconds, two images appear on the screen: the GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, Mack O'Connor, and the 2020 Warriors of the Ring winner, Lissie Hope.*

Voice: The world watched in awe as Lissie Hope won the 32-wrestler tournament to get to the top of the GCWA.

*Hope's picture has her raising up the Warriors of the Ring trophy confidently, as she looks towards the camera.*

Voice: Just as many watched in admiration as Mack O'Connor made his way to the GCWA and appeared to be unbeatable.

*The picture of Mack shows him toasting a beer towards the camera, with his championship wrapped around his waist.*

Voice: These two incredible forces will meet at GCWA Heat Wave. But which will be the first to take the fall?

*The picture seem to turn towards each other, as if the two wrestlers are staring at each other.*

Voice: And who else will make the push towards Heat Wave... tonight?

*A few more images flash by. We see The Lost Soul looking at Chad Vargas. Jason Cashe leaving a present in Chelsea LeClair's locker room. Alice finding her mustard gift to the Big Bifford in the trash. We cut away to Deana Barrows, sitting at her desk.*

Deana Barrows: We're going to New York City, and we're bringing only the best of the best. Will you qualify?

*Barrows gives the camera a Mona Lisa smile before fading 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. Cancelled. The Sound of Silence. Cashe On Delivery. 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! It looks like the people of Dallas still haven't lost any energy when it comes to the GCWA. In fact, the arena might be more energetic than ever. We flash past the wild fans with signs to go to the announce table.*

Rockwell: Welcome again to Friday Night inferno! I'm Adrian Rockwell, joined as always by Mr. Hood...

Hood: I'm not a big fan of the "Mr" part.

Rockwell: Because if you say it fast, it almost sounds like misunderstood?

Hood: It does not!

Rockwell: We've got an awesome night for everyone tonight, with eight matches taking place! And in our main event, the World Tag-Team Titles are on the line, as Ed Houston cashes in his Golden Opportunity to join Mike Zybala in facing the GCWA World Tag Champs, Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban!

Hood: I suppose I'm rooting for the champs in that one. Duce did it during the tournament, so he should easily be able to take Zybala down again...

Rockwell: Also we've got the debuts of Blue Thunder and Noah Jackson, we've got Jackson Hart & James Raven in action, the North American Champion Chelsea LeClair, and so much more!

Hood: Hell of a night...

Rockwell: It's going to be an entertaining evening, so hope you're ready to watch the whole show! Let's not waste time, we're ready for our first contest!

Outsiders Special Attraction Match
Barry Barrows (3-0) vs. Mystery Opponent (?-?)

*We cut back to ringside. Belvedere and Mitch already are standing in the ring. You know what that means. It's Outsiders Time, bitches! *

Rockwell: Aren't you going in the back for this match, Hood?

Hood: Why would I? It's freaking Barry, which is reason enough to stay, but he's also facing a mystery opponent! It could be anybody from Mack to The Shadow Dancer!

Rockwell: I heard that it might be Jonathan Barrows. He never liked the whole Red Robin Wedding and he might take it out on Barry.

Hood: Why Barry?! He should beat down the real cause of it; that asshole Zybala.

Rockwell: Let's just go to Belvedere.

Belvedere: Introducing first.. He stands at 5 foot 6 inches and weighs in tonight at 150 pounds! Accompanied by Deana Barrows and Lissandra Thomas....Also representing The A-List....He is The "UNDEFEATED" BAAAAAARRY BAAAAAARRRRROOOOOWWS!!

*The fans cheer as "Oh Yeah!" by Green Day begins to play, starting at "I am a kid of a bad education, the shooting star of a lowered expectation". Barry steps out from behind the curtain with his arms raised followed by Lissandra and Deana Barrows. He holds out his arms for the ladies to hold. Lissandra humors Barry as Deana barely puts a hand on the offered arm. The fans start chanting "BAAAR-RY!! BAAAR-RY!" Goldberg style. He's a man of the people.*

Rockwell: The fans still admire Barry Barrows.

Hood: That's because B Double is the best thing to happen to wrestling since The A-List!

*Barry and the ladies make their way to the ring. When they reach ringside, the ladies let go of Barry. Lissandra wishes him luck. Barry goes to kiss his wife, but barely manages to catch her cheek as she turns away. He enters the ring carefully, but is able to step through without injury. He smiles and climbs the turnbuckle, only getting up one rung before deciding that's enough and raising a shaking hand in the air. The Green Day song stops as Barry nervously waits for his surprise opponent.*

Belvedere: And his opponent... standing 5'7" and weighing in at 202 lbs... from Parts Unknown... here is Prude!!!

*"Dangerous" from Within Temptation begins to play, as smoke billows out, surrounding the entranceway. The fans cheer but are confused. Did Belvedere make a mistake? Surely he ment "Pryde", the alter-ego of Jonathan Barrows. Deana looks shocked, then annoyed at her brother. Slowly, a figure appears through the smoke, his mask the first part to become clear. The mask is a different color than Pryde's usual one, and the design looks....like a knockoff? It's like someone who has moderately good seamstress skills tried to make the mask, but only did a so-so job. It's better than most could do, but not as good as the GCWA pros. The man walks down to the ring and tries to high five the fans, but they are hesitant.*

Hood: Who the fuck is this rip off?

Rockwell: I have heard of a "Prude" on the GCWA online message boards.

Hood: I always thought they were just calling someone a Prude. I didn't expect a Bizarro version of the boss.

*Prude gets in the ring as Belvedere exits. The music stops as Mitch checks both wrestlers and calls for the bell, starting the match. Barry looks emotionally hurt as he looks at Prude. He thinks this is his brother-in-law. Another disappointing surprise in Barry's life indeed. Barry sighs sadly and goes to lock up with Prude. Prude side steps Barry and hits him with an armdrag. Barry gets up only to get hit with another armdrag. Barry gets up a little slower and Prude brings him down again with a Japanese armdrag! Barry rolls out of the ring as Prude tries to kip up to his feet. He stumbles a bit and falls back on his ass, but quickly stands up; acting like nothing happened. Prude poses for the crowd as Barry collects himself outside of the ring.*

Rockwell: Whoever this Prude is, he's really taking it to Barry.

Hood: He only caught B Double off guard for the moment. When Barry gets his bearings, he'll prove to that impostor who the true Barrows is.

Rockwell: He's only a Barrows through marriage.

Hood: He's more of a Barrows than you!

Rockwell: Irrelevant, but not inaccurate...

*Prude spots Barry on the outside and smiles. He runs at the ropes and leaps over the top rope! Barry sees this and shuts his eyes, preparing for the impact, but it never comes. Prude didn't leap far enough and his feet get tangled up with the top rope! Prude crashes hard to the floor below as Lissi is shaking Barry. She's yelling at him to go on the attack. Barry opens his eyes, sees his downed foe, and his courage spikes! He starts to kick away at Prude to the delight of the audience. Barry picks up Prude and rolls him in the ring. He quickly follows and drags Prude to his feet. Barry boots Prude in the stomach and locks him in a front face lock. Barry looks to the fans with a cocky grin on his face. While still holding on to Prude, Barry starts to moonwalk!! The fans cheer as Barry then drops Prude with a D.D.T.!! Barry gets up and panders to the crowd as Deana yells at him to pin Prude. Barry ignores his wife and starts posing like he's Space Lord!*

Hood: Barry does nothing but improve every single time he enters the ring!

Rockwell: He needs to learn how to make the pin.

*He does indeed. While Barry is posing, Prude is getting to his feet. He leaps on Barry's back, going for a Crucifix Bomb, but only manages to get Barry off his feet. Barry doesn't flip like Prude intended. Instead, Barry falls on top of Prude with an accidental makeshift Samoan Drop! Barry doesn't let the opportunity pass him as he quickly hooks the leg and goes for a pin. Before Mitch gets in position, Prude manages to roll Barry over for a sloppy looking crucifix pin. Barry kicks out before Mitch can count, and quickly wraps up Prude in a poorly done Oklahoma Roll. Prude kicks out and grabs Barry in a small package! The two then roll around the entire ring as they keep reversing the pin attempt on one another. They eventually break up and get to their feet to the cheers of the fans! Prude then rushes at Barry and leaps on his shoulders. He goes for a hurricanrana, but can't properly flip Barry. Barry ends up crashing face first to the mat as Prude gets tangled up in Barry's legs. Prude pushes off Barry and stands, acting like he meant to do that. He rolls Barry on to his back and backs up to the corner. Prude then runs at Barry and leaps in the air near the Undefeated One. Lissi and Deana scream for Barry to move as Prude tries to arch his back in mid air, attempting a standing shooting star. The man manages to land on the back of his head on Barry's chest, hurting them both. Mitch starts a lenient 10 count as the fans urge the wrestlers to their feet.*

Rockwell: Well, Prude is giving a master class of how NOT to perform wrestling moves...

Hood: He's a walking "don't try this at home" reel. That's what you get when you try to imitate Mr. Barrows.

Rockwell: I thought you were going to say it was Barry's skill to avoid all the damage.

Hood: Not this time. When you suck this bad, you only have yourself to blame.

*Mitch reaches 9 as Barry manages to get to his feet. Prude is using the ropes to pull himself up. When he's standing, he cracks his neck and the noise is surprisingly loud. Mitch actually goes over to ask if he's OK. Prude gives a thumbs up and advances to attack Barry. Barry panics, wondering how Prude recovered so fast and does the only thing he can think of. He kicks that mother fucker in the shin as hard as he can! Prude is hopping around on one leg as Barry slips behind him. Barry then hits his dreaded finisher, The Surprise Roll-Up, and Prude hits the mat! Mitch goes for the count!*

Mitch: 1........2.........kickout!

*Barry is in shock! Nobody has kicked out of his finisher before! Deana is yelling at him to "keep on him, you idiot!" while Lissandra is yelling more positive words of encouragement. Barry stalks Prude, waiting for him to get up. When Prude rises, Barry goes for a superkick! Prude ducks and Mitch catches Barry's foot to the face! Mitch is out and nobody knows what to do! Prude and Barry look at each other, shrug, and start punching away at each other. Prude gets the upper hand and knocks Barry down with a hard right. Prude quickly runs to the corner and climbs the ropes to the top turnbuckle He waits for Barry to get to his feet. When he does, Prude flips off the ropes, going for "Pryde Cometh Before the Fall!" He lands hard on Barry's shoulders and flips him with a horrible looking hurricanrana! He grabs both of Barry's legs and holds them tight as he leans forward to deepen the pin!*

Rockwell: Barry could suffer his first loss in Outsiders, but Mitch is still out!

Hood: We don't need another ref! Keep the streak ali.... What the hell?!

Rockwell: What's Tony The Spider doing?!?

*Tony The Spider dashes through the curtains and is making a mad dash to the ring, wearing a ref shirt! He slides under the ropes and goes next to Prude pinning Barry and makes the count!*

Tony The Spider: One.....Two....THREENOOO!!

*Barry kicks out at the last millisecond! It's Prude's turn to be shocked. He starts to argue with Tony about the count, not seeing Barry sneak up behind him. Barry hits another Surprise Roll-Up and Tony makes the count again.*

Tony The Spider: One....... Two....... THREEEENOOOOOO!!

*Prude kicks out much to the dismay of Barry, but to the delight of Tony for some reason. I guess he really loves that "THREENOOO" thing. Barry doesn't know what to do at this point. Prude has kicked out of his finisher TWICE now. Prude runs at Barry and hits a tilt-a-whirl head scissors! He circles once around Barry and tries to do a second rotation and slips off of Barry. Prude falls to the mat in a heap without taking down Barry. The fans are cheering for Barry to end it, as is Deana, but for a different reason. Barry only sees this as his wife encouraging him though. He beams proudly and gets an idea. He drags Prude to his feet and whips him into the corner. Barry runs in and nails Prude with a Barry (Stinger) Splash! Prude is wobbly on his feet, but Barry isn't done. He turns Prude to face the corner and lifts him up onto the second rope. Barry then crouches down and hits an Avalanche Surprise Roll-Up on the Barrows rip-off! Prude hits the canvas hard, and Barry holds the pin in deep as Tony rushes in to make the count!*

Tony The Spider: One......Two.......THREE!!

*Tony calls for the bell as he looks a little disappointed. He loves that THREENOOO. Barry stands up and Tony raises his hand.*

Belvedere: Here is your winner and STILL undefeated, "B Double" Barry Barrows!!

*Lissandra rolls in the ring and applauds Barry's victory as Deana slowly claps for her "husband." Barry high fives Lissandra and rolls out of the ring to get a hug from Deana. She backs away, saying stuff about gross sweat and stuff. Barry backs off respectfully. He then holds up his arms in victory.*

Rockwell: Another victory for The Unbeatable Barry. That one was surprisingly hard for him it seemed.

Hood: Nothing is hard for The Bare-Meister! He simply took his time putting Not Pryde in his place.

*We're at the backstage entrance, where the doors fly open, with Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban walking in. They're talking some serious business as they go past, holding onto their GCWA World Tag-Team Titles along with their wrestling gear. They make a turn in the hallway, only to get confronted by one of the attendants for the Barrows family.*

Attendant: Excuse me, champions, but I was told to wait for you to arrive. The Accelerator is going to need a meeting with you tonight before your main event match. It has to do with those championships you're currently holding.

*Duce & Byson look at their belts at the same time, then glance at each other before back at the attendant.*

Byson Kaliban: Shit, man, want to tell us more?

Attendant: Sorry, that's all I'm supposed to say. Ace will be waiting for you in the Barrows offices.

*Duce and Byson shake their heads, pushing past the attendant as they wonder what new twist is on its way. We head to commercial.*

"I pledge of allegiance.. Fuck this, I'm taking a knee.."

*A hand on his chest, Jasom Cashe moves it to his forehead, gives a salute and then drops down slowly to a single knee. In the parking lot, he wasn't scheduled to be in the building. Kneeled at the side of a GCWA Production truck. One of those trucks with the full body pictures of those who have made it in GCWA. Those who have built a legacy here or from lands familiar to the majority. Faces like Mack O'Connor, Curt Canon, Chad Vargas, among others.*

Jason Cashe: "The Fathers of this Culture. The ways and roots that are dug deep in this company and in the opinion of those on this roster? This is the pinnacle of the business because if you cannot stand here on your own two feet then what the fuck is your worth? You see, I didn't come with a silver spoon in my mouth. I didn't come with a high priced price tag for my services because I'd do this shit for an eClare and some coffee. I have fought for everything I have earned and I fought just as hard when it was lost. Friends, praise, legacy and people who I have called family. Lost to this business, FOR this business.. So I pledge of allegiance to what? Myself?"

*A stuck expression on his face as he ponders the thought*

Jason Cashe: "I don't slide into a roster and make demands. I haven't asked for any title shots or clear paths to one. Yet because I beat Big Bifford and then lost to a runaway War-Chicken, I am suddenly ranked Number Three on a Contenders list. I am suddenly contending for a title I haven't fought to earn the right to have. Yet here we are. I kneel before this truck, with these faces on it and I pledge my allegiance to.."

*The footfalls clicking across the concrete parking lot echo and catch Cashe's attention. He pushes to a standing and turns towards the approaching shoes. A man in a suit, hair slicked back with a clean shave and a shit eating grin of a smile stops right outside of arms reach.*

"I believe we can be of some help to each other.."

*Giving him an up and down stare, Cashe could smell money. He could smell a business sense on the man and it smelled like a freshly farted asshole. Still, the approach was intriguing so Cashe gives him a nod.*

Jason Cashe: "About what exactly?"

Man In Suit: "Come, let's take a drive and talk."

*Stepping to his side, the Man extends an arm. Directing Cashe's attention to a limousine. The door to the back was open and standing outside of the limo, next to the open door was a big, thick, long haired Ginger of a man. Cashe actually thinks he recognizes the Ginger as he gives sight back to the man in the deep black suit.*

Jason Cashe: "Yeah.. Alright.. Let's talk."

*As Cashe passes by the man, an arm reaches across the shoulders of Cashe as the two walk side by side.*

Man In Suit: "So you want to be North American Champion?"

*Cashe ducks down and enters the Limo and following him is the Man in a Suit. The big Ginger shuts the door and rounds the front of the car as the cameras switch.*

Singles Match
Blue Thunder (0-0) vs. Aaron Warthog (5-17)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... now entering the arena... 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: So I guess Warthog and the rest were able to get out of that elevator.

Hood: I hope Jones had to stay in there for hours. Mean, maybe, but enjoyable to think about.

Rockwell: Warthog seemed to have a real problem with someone calling themselves Blue Thunder.

Hood: We could debate that, if someone not named after a wild pig brought it up...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'3" and weighing 240 lbs... from Megalopolis... making his debut tonight... here is Blue Thunder!!!

*"Invincible" by Two Steps From Hell begins to play, as Blue Thunder heroically appears on stage. He's on his own tonight, but Paper Bag Man might join him in the future. Blue Thunder marches down the aisle and heads for the ring, greeting the citizens of Dallas along the way.*

Rockwell: After a confrontation with Otto Correct, Blue Thunder has made it to Dallas for his debut tonight.

Hood: I can't believe we have another masked man here in the GCWA. They always seem to come out of the woodwork.

Rockwell: At least Blue Thunder appears to be quite heroic. That will get the fans behind him.

Hood: Personally, I prefer the evil masked men, but that's just me.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Let's see what the superhero brings to the GCWA!

Hood: We could use a masked alter-ego for Warthog... I mean, he'd look better in a mask...

*Warthog fires himself up in the corner, wanting to get back on the winning side of things. He comes forward, ready to fight, but Blue Thunder stands nearby, not engaging. Instead, he appears to be talking to Warthog in a strong voice, telling him to do the right thing and confess what Otto Correct is planning with the Megalopolis City Charter. Warthog looks extremely confused. Blue Thunder tries to reason with him, calling Warthog a vegetarian. This sets Warthog off, as he angrily starts swinging at Blue Thunder... but he can't connect, as Blue Thunder is easily avoiding every strike! After a third miss, Blue Thunder starts throwing his own shots, landing them perfectly on Warthog's chin, staggering him! Blue Thunder then steps in, locking Warthog up... and delivers a belly-to-belly gutwrench suplex!!!*

Rockwell: Wow! The strength just shown by Blue Thunder!

Hood: Well, he IS a super hero, right?

Rockwell: That sounded sarcastic...

Hood: It was all LEVERAGE, Adrian! Props to Blue Thunder for pulling it off, but it was still just good technique!

*As Warthog tries to get up, holding his side, Blue Thunder is poised and ready for him. He jumps in, kicking at Warthog, then turning it into an enziguri, nailing Warthog in the side of the head! Warthog leans on the nearby ropes, shaking his head clear, trying to pull himself back together. He comes forward, reaching for Blue Thunder, but once again he's too quick, dodging Warthog, then leaping up to nail him with a spinning wheel kick! The fans are loving it, as Blue Thunder stands up, setting up in a defensive stance as he watches Warthog wearily start to get up. He again tells Warthog to let him know the plan, that he can still turn his life around and walk the straight and narrow. Warthog staggers his way, so Blue Thunder quickly drops him with a neckbreaker, putting him down again!*

Hood: If I were Warthog, I would have made something up about Otto Correct by now...

Rockwell: I don't think that would help Blue Thunder solve the mystery.

Hood: But it might save me more punishment!

*Blue Thunder has now headed over to the turnbuckle, pulling himself up quickly. He gets to the second rope, staying there as he stares over at the still down Warthog. Blue Thunder leaps off, scoring an elbow drop from the second rope, planting it right into Warthog's throat! Warthog bounces on the mat, in a massive amount of pain from that strike. Blue Thunder rises back up, his cardio obviously signficantly better than Paper Bag Man's. He waits, ready to seize the moment, as Warthog struggles to rise up a final time. When Warthog gets up high enough, Blue Thunder moves in, bending Warthog backwards before delivering Good Over Evil (Cross Rhodes)!!! He makes the heroic cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Blue Thunder!!

Rockwell: Great to see the superhero come out victorious!

Hood: I can't wait until The Uber Man shows up to fight him.

Rockwell: I'm hearing more sarcasm...

Hood: Look, throwing out all the 'heroic' crap, the guy's got potential. If he focuses on wrestling, we might have another star on our hands.

Rockwell: I think he can remain a hero to the public, fight crime, and still have success in the GCWA.

Hood: I guess we'll see...

*Blue Thunder stands proudly outside the ring now, nodding to the 'citizens' at ringside before triumphantly making his way up the aisle. He leaves behind a broken Warthog, who is just sitting, looking depressed in the ring.*

*The video switches to backstage, near the ring entrance area. The camera pans to the right, showing an approaching figure. It's The Lost Soul. He's got a large sack on his shoulder, and walks past the camera without saying a word.*

Rockwell: I think TLS is headed this way!

Hood: Oh, crap, what's in the bag? WHAT'S IN THE BAG??

Rockwell: We'll find out when we come back!

Hood: I'm outta here...

Rockwell: Wait, Hood!

*The sounds of Hood trying to escape are heard, as The Lost Soul is shown from behind, still walking in the direction of the stage entrance. We fade to commercial.*

*The lights begin to flicker as TLS theme comes on. The crowd is on their feet. A spotlight shines on the entrance and the arena goes completely dark as TLS appears, he's carrying a sack over his shoulders.*

Rockwell: TLS looks like a hobo carrying that sack like that.

Hood: He looks like a hobo without the sack.

*TLS tosses the sack over the top rope and into the ring as he slides under the bottom rope. The lights come back on as the spotlight fades. TLS already has a mic in his hand.*

TLS: Chad Vargas is a racist and a dumbass. He's benefited from systems of oppression for so many years. But at Heat Wave, he's challenging for my title, so I'll make the rules.

Rockwell: Well, I mean he's not wrong. Vargas is..

Hood: He just has a difference of opinion.

*TLS reaches into the sack and pulls out a long leather strap, he tosses out bottles of sanitizer all over the ring. He slides under the ropes and pulls out a ladder. The crowd applauds. TLS slides the ladder under the ring, then sets it up in the middle. TLS climbs atop the ladder and sits on the top rung.*

Rockwell: A leather strap, sanitizer, and a ladder?

Hood: You know TLS always comes up with some ridiculous stipulations when granted the option.

TLS: At Heat Wave Chad Vargas, we will be strapped together at each end of this 6 foot strap. 3 boxes will be hanging down from the ceiling. 1 box will contain the Title, the 2 other boxes will contain an explosive material made from Hand Sanitizer. You just have to pick the right box.

*The crowd seems to approve these stipulations.*

TLS: Oh and that's not all Vargas. You will be required to wear a mask, as I do not know if you are sick or not. And I'm requesting that the referee for this match is. a person of color.

Rockwell: What kind of match is this?

Hood: I think TLS is playing off of Vargas' claims that Covid 19 is a hoax. I just can't believe he's making him wear a mask and a person of color as a referee?

Rockwell: yeah I wonder what's that all about?

*The crowd simmers down as TLS climbs down the ladder and makes his way to the back.*

Rockwell: Well, we'll need someone to get that ladder out of the ring for our next match...

Hood: Yep, considering it's The Greek Gods and Puffer... we don't want anyone dying off that ladder...

*A guard slides into the ring and takes the ladder down, to a few sarcastic "He's Our Hero" chants from the fans at ringside.*

Rockwell: Time for some excellent tag-team action!

Tag-Team Match
The Mustard Factory (John E Depth & Jack Puffer) (0-0) vs. Greek Gods (Hades & Zeus) (0-0)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... weighing a combined 295 lbs... here are Zeus & Hades... The Greek Gods!!

*Enter Sandman hits! Thunder sounds. Lightning Strikes! Sure, this isn't the proper order but, whatever. Zeus emerges, his head held high. Darkness suddenly covers the arena like a giant cloud swallowing the sun. Hades emerges. Standing shoulder to shoulder, the two brothers from Olympus make their way to the ring as arrogantly as their tiny bodies will allow. Zeus climbs the steps. Hades rolls in under the bottom rope. Zeus finds a nearby corner and ascends, holding his arms out to soak in the worship. Hades drops to the mat and wiggles around, sticking his tongue out, trying to roll his eyes into the back of the head (only half achieved). He seems to be attempting to seduce people into joining him in the underworld. All of this ridiculousness stops and both men return to the mat, on their feet, heading into their corner, ready to dominate whatever steps through the GCWA curtain.*

Rockwell: Hades and Zeus are two wrestlers who made their way over from OCW to compete here in the GCWA.

Hood: I... honestly don't know what the Barrows were thinking, signing them.

Rockwell: From the rumors I've heard, the contract is pretty much minimum wage.

Hood: Ahhh, that explains it.

Rockwell: Anyhow, these two "Greek Gods" have worked out and prepared for this contest the best they could.

Hood: That was their best? Damn...

Minos: Their opponents... weighing a combined 445 lbs... representing The Mustard Factory... here are John E Depth and "The Good Detective" Jack Puffer!!!

*Sia's epic cover of the iconic song, California Dreamin' hits. It starts slow. The top of the ramp is still. As the song picks up, John E Depth walks out, composed and ready for action. Jack Puffer slowly comes after him, listening to the music and liking it. It has a good beat, and he might be able to dance to it. Depth is already walking to the ring, though, so Puffer follows behind, waving at the audience.*

Rockwell: A lot's been said about Depth and Puffer as of late. Derek Mobley isn't happy with them pairing up, but he's letting Puffer choose his own path.

Hood: Like those old "Choose Your Own Adventure" books? I would always turn to the page, check the bottom, and if I see "The End", I'd go back.

Rockwell: Dating yourself pretty badly there, Hood.

Hood: Look, what matters is that both of these guys have gone from jobbers to actual competitors, and no one can deny that Depth has made more waves thanks to his run in the tournament.

Rockwell: I will say that Depth deserves to be treated more seriously now. But Puffer has been strong in the past.

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: Puffer may have had a few good wins, but he's not looking great right now...

Rockwell: Well, he did just get out of the hospital...

*Puffer is still waving at the crowd, happy to be there, as Depth watches Hades and Zeus carefully. Seeing Puffer's face, Depth turns and tells Puffer to move over to the apron, as Depth will start. Puffer, trusting Depth completely, nods and goes over there, taking up the tag rope. Zeus looks disappointed, having wanted to go after the guy called Puffer, but Depth is more than willing to get things going. Depth and Zeus walk towards each other, locking up. For once, Depth seems to have the strength advantage, as he shoves Zeus backwards, sending him on a roll! Zeus gets up, looking down at his shoes as if something was slippery. He shakes it off, flexing his biceps to show how he's gotten ripped. He goes back towards Depth, raising up his arms, demanding a test of strength. Depth looks skeptical, but since he knows it's good for him, he goes along with it. Within seconds, Zeus is down to his knees, yelling out as Depth bends his fingers backwards, dominating him.*

Rockwell: I'd call that a mistake from Zeus.

Hood: But he's soooo ripped...

Rockwell: Not as much as Depth, apparently...

*Depth breaks the hold by putting Zeus' fingers on the ground, then stomping on them, doing some additional damage. Zeus staggers away, holding his hands, and reaches out desperately for Hades, who tags in... hurting Zeus' hands even more. Hades apologizes to Zeus, then steps through the ropes, pointing towards Puffer as if wanting him. Depth looks over at Puffer, who looks okay, if only a little tired. But Depth shakes his head and calls Hades on, telling him to fight. Hades points again towards Puffer, walking forward... and trying to kick Depth low! But Depth blocks it, probably fortunately, since the referee is right there. Hades, off-balance, is quickly taken down by a Depth short arm clothesline! As Hades hops up, Depth starts to toss him around with arm drags, showing off many of the skills he's built up in the Mustard Factory! Puffer is applauding, enjoying every minute of it, as Depth next scoops Hades up and spins the smaller wrestler around before throwing him down with a bodyslam!*

Hood: So far, the team of Depth and Puffer look to be working well together!

Rockwell: But Puffer hasn't even been in!

Hood: And that's smart by Depth. Puffer's still healing, why risk it against these two guys?

*Puffer looks pleased with how things are going, looking interested in possibly getting in on the action. Depth, not looking back at his partner, brings Hades back up, lifting the man into the air and delivering an atomic drop! Hades walks bow-legged away, shuddering, as Depth begins to position himself for the Rough Cut (Diamond Cutter)!! But Zeus is in the ring, spinning a surprised Depth around and slashing him across the chest with the Lightning Bolt (Knife Edge Chop)!! It doesn't do much damage to Depth other than sting, but it's enough to bring Puffer leaping through the ropes and charging Zeus, nailing him with a forearm uppercut! As Zeus staggers back, Puffer goes after him, attacking with several punches before spinning Zeus around and dropping him with a reverse DDT! Depth looks a little surprised, but smiles as he turns back to a rising Hades, landing a couple of elbow strikes before feeding him to the fired-up Puffer, who delivers a spinebuster! The two Mustard Factory wrestlers exchange a high five as they're in full control.*

Rockwell: I must admit, I'm seeing some surprising teamwork in there from Depth and Puffer.

Hood: They've been living together at that Mustard Factory for some time. Honestly, I'm just glad they're still alive... the fumes must be awful.

Rockwell: Not if you like OWL is MUSTARD...

*Zeus tries to get back in it, trying for a big boot (i.e. a crotch shot) on Puffer, but Puffer dodges. As Zeus ends up on the ropes, both Depth and Puffer charge him, clotheslining Zeus to the outside!! He takes a hard fall, laid out on the outside mat, as Depth and Puffer both turn towards Hades, who looks at them from his knees. He turns and starts to crawl away on his hands and knees, but Depth and Puffer quickly stop him, pounding on Hades' back. They bring him up, with Depth coordinating them. He points Puffer to the corner, and Puffer nods, getting Hades' legs. He catapults Hades up into the corner, then catches him on the way back out with Under The Lights (Backstabber)!!! The impact causes Hades to stand straight up, his mouth wide open in agony, but Depth grabs him before he can fall and combines Puffer's move with the Rough Cut!!! Hades isn't moving, and Zeus isn't likely to make any kind of save, but Puffer moves that direction anyway while Depth makes the pin... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... John E Depth and Jack Puffer, The Mustard Factory!!

Hood: You can't deny there was chemistry there, Adrian...

Rockwell: It was pretty clear that the two worked well together. I'm still not entirely trusting in Depth, but if they keep wrestling like this, I think even the Tag-Team Champions will take notice.

Hood: Could you see Depth & Puffer as World Tag-Team Champions? Wouldn't that just blow your mind?

Rockwell: As a fan from OCW, yes, yes it would...

*Depth gets his arm raised, with Puffer applauding behind him, excited with how things went. Depth turns to Puffer, considering him for a moment before walking over and raising Puffer's arm as well, with the two looking out at the cheering crowd. They turn to leave the ring, as we cut away.*

*We're back in the offices of the Barrows, where The Accelerator is sitting with a content look on his face. Deana is nearby, talking on the phone, while Jonathan Barrows is finishing off some paperwork. He turns to his father, noticing the look on his face.*

Jonathan Barrows: I've seen that look before. You're really pleased about tonight, aren't you?

The Accelerator: Why wouldn't I be? It's going to be a fabulous evening, especially with our main event!

Jonathan Barrows: Uh huh. Well, we can't just focus on tonight. Matches are starting to come together for Heat Wave IV, but I had an idea for another one. You know that Ed Houston cashed in tonight, right?

The Accelerator: So he did. Should be a great main event!

Jonathan Barrows: I know, Ace, I know. But since he's cashed in, that means that we have a Golden Opportunity available for the Pay-Per-View.

*Ace sits forward, nodding at the idea.*

The Accelerator: So what are you thinking, son? Another ladder match?

Jonathan Barrows: I don't know yet. I want it to be a match where the competitors really have to earn the opportunity. After all, these Golden Opportunities have been pretty successful. All except The Lost Soul, who lost his...

*Barrows briefly looks over at his desk, an uncontrollable gesture. He looks back at his dad.*

Jonathan Barrows: But i think we can make something memorable for some of our talent that aren't involved in championship matches. It'll just take...

*Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Within a second, giving the people inside no chance to respond, Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban push their way inside.*

The Accelerator: Ahhh, Mr. Jones and Mr. Kaliban. Thanks for coming to see me.

Duce Jones: Whateva', we was told ta come.

The Accelerator: So you were, so you were. I know you have a big match to prepare for, so I won't keep you. I just need you to hand over your World Tag-Team Titles. Now.

*Duce and Byson look at The Accelerator, shocked. For his part, Ace still has a pleased smile on his face, with no sign of malice. The picture fades out on this shocking moment.*

*The picture cuts to a shot of The Big Bifford's locker room from the outside. We focus on the name plate, and then the camera slowly pans down to a shot of another delivery outside the door. It looks to be another case of OWL is MUSTARD. There is a note posted on the case, stating just two words: Next Week. The door opens, and a large hand appears in the shot, grabbing the case and pulling it inside. We fade out.*

Rockwell: What was that all about?

Hood: I don't know, but I'm betting that case ends up in the trash can shortly.

Rockwell: What's going to be next week??

Hood: Your guess is as good as mine. Actually, you probably can understand Alice Knight better than I can. She's nuts.

Non-Title Match
Chelsea LeClair (3-1) vs. Rogue Daniels (3-4)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Non-Title match... coming to the ring... standing 5'7" and weighing 167 lbs... from Pensacola, Florida... here is "The Killswitch" Rogue Daniels!!

*The lights circle the arena in and out until the beat drops. Rogue Daniels comes out with grey and black camo pants with a shirt that says "Killswitch" with a knife on it once the beat drops. He comes out with a serious face as he walks down to the ring while lip syncing the song. The lights continue to circle the arena while blue and white lights slowly flash the ring.*

*As he gets to the steps, he stomps on them before getting on the apron. As the first "Kill your masters" lyric comes on, Rogue Daniels climbs the middle turnbuckle and looks at the crowd while sliding his thumb by his throat signifying a knife as the lights that flash the ring turn red. He them hops down and walks to his corner crouched waiting for his opponent.*

Rockwell: Daniels came close to taking home a huge victory at Warriors of the Ring.

Hood: Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

Rockwell: And nuclear weapons.

Hood: Well, that goes without saying.

Rockwell: And shaving.

Hood: Wait, what?

Rockwell: Haven't you ever had a close shave?

Hood: Ugh. That's too close to a Dad joke for my tastes. You're getting too old, Adrian.

Rockwell: Don't I know it...

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

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

Rockwell: LeClair went on a blind date this week, with a man who seemed to be an impersonator of Rogue Daniels.

Hood: Copyright infringement! It's rampant in the GCWA right now!

Rockwell: Suffice to say, LeClair declared it the worst date ever.

Hood: For her, maybe. I've had much worse dates.

Rockwell: I'm betting some of them ended the same way that Daniel's did.

Hood: Definitely had sympathy pains for the guy...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: If Daniels can get a victory here tonight, he'd be sure to be granted a title shot in the future.

Hood: The belt should be on the line, anyway. Chelsea should be defending the gold every time she wrestles! But that's not up to me, I suppose...

Rockwell: No, and there might be a perfectly good reason why the belt wasn't put up tonight.

Hood: I wonder where Ryot is? Normally he'd be out here to back up Daniels.

Rockwell: Maybe the Television Champion had something else he had to work on...

*Daniels moves to the center of the ring and points towards LeClair, telling her to come on. Leclair looks like she's stifling a yawn as she walks forward, shaking her head at the sight of her opponent. Daniels runs his thumb across his throat again, promising to take care of the North American Champion tonight. LeClair responds by asking where Daniels' dad is at the moment, and if he couldn't take seeing him fail again. Daniels, angry, immediately responds, swinging himself around and launching into Lights Out (Spinning Headkick)!!! But LeClair ducks under it with a smoothness that takes Daniels by surprise, and he can't recover quickly enough to avoid LeClair's jumping cutter! Daniels is down, with LeClair transitioning into the pin... 1... 2... and Daniels kicks out! Both wrestlers get up, with Daniels looking like he's seeing double. He suddenly tries for Lights Out again, but again LeClair is ready, avoiding it and getting behind him to land a double-knee backbreaker! Daniels falls away to the mat, as LeClair hops back to her feet.*

Rockwell: It's possible LeClair got under Daniels' skin, causing him to make rash decisions.

Hood: Yeah, I mean, finishers are great, but if you miss, you're vulnerable. Daniels has already missed TWICE!

Rockwell: If Daniels can't get his focus back, this could be a very short contest.

*The referee has moved aside as Daniels works to get back to his feet, looking around in either direction for his opponent. He doesn't see LeClair lined up behind him, having moved to the apron. As Daniels turns around, LeClair springs up and flies in, scoring a springboard cross-body!! Daniels is down, but LeClair doesn't stop for a cover just yet. She gets herself up and starts over towards the turnbuckle, happy to hear the reaction from the GCWA audience. She jumps up, getting to the top of the turnbuckle in no time at all. After raising her arms, LeClair leaps off, spinning back around to land CANCELLED! (Corkscrew Moonsault)!! It lands perfectly onto Daniels, who is unable to escape its impact. Leclair seems to think about the TTFO, but decides it's not needed and just ends it now, holding Daniels down for the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: Well, that was extremely disappointing...

Hood: I guess there was a good reason after all for the North American Title to not be on the line.

Rockwell: Unfortunately, this wasn't Rogue Daniels' night, but it's another victory for Chelsea LeClair as she continues to live "the greatest Hollywood comeback story."

Hood: Too bad Jason Cashe doesn't feel the same way.

*We see LeClair retrieving her North American Championship, before making her way out of the arena. We fade out on a shot of her, heading to commercial.*

*We cut to the back, where our intrepid reporter, Jones, is waiting for the camera light to come on. Maybe it's defective, or maybe Jones' eyesight is a little weak. There's a cough from the side, and Jones suddenly starts.*

Jones: Good evening, everyone! I'm here tonight with the GCWA World Television Champion, Ryot! Ryot, thanks for joining me!

*Ryot steps forward out of the darkness, giving a confident nod to the camera.*

Jones: So far, you've been able to take on several strong challengers to your Television Championship. But for Heat Wave, so far no one has stepped forward to come after you. Do you think this is because they're intimidated?

*Ryot laughs at this, before clearing his throat.*

Ryot: It's not about intimidation. It's about opportunity. I used my own opportunity to become a two-time World Television Champion. I gave Jack Puffer the opportunity to fight me at Warriors of the Ring, and I proved who the better man was that night. Now, I want to give someone else that opportunity. So next week, I'm going to pick a few of the brightest stars that I've never faced and give them a chance to earn a match with me at Heat...

*Suddenly, the cameraman gets knocked over from behind, sending him crashing to the floor. The camera is still recording, though, built to withstand sudden drops. We can only see feet as Ryot has apparently been hit by something, staggering backwards. He tries to fight back, but another shot connects, and then Ryot's feet disappear from the ground as he's lifted into the air. Jones' screams can be heard getting fainter, as he's likely running away at top speed. After a few seconds, Ryot comes crashing back down, laying on the ground, his face in view of the camera. He's landed pretty hard against the concrete. Two muscular legs come into view, standing over him. They turn, as if facing the camera. One boot lifts up... and a second later, the picture goes to static. We go back to ringside.*

Hood: Whoa!

Rockwell: Someone just attacked the World Television Champion, right when he was going to announce what sounded like a #1 Contenders match!

Hood: Who was it? I couldn't tell!

Rockwell: Neither could I. Damn, I really need to pay more attention to the calves of wrestlers for moments like this...

Hood: Okay, that just came out creepy, even though I know what you meant...

Rockwell: Yeah, let's just... let's just move on. We'll hope for an update later on from Ryot.

Tag-Team Match
Jackson Hart & James Raven (1-0) vs. The Impasta Mafia (Manny Cotti & Al Fredo) (0-1)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... weighing a combined 435 lbs... joined by their associate, Link Greenie, here are Manny Cotti and Al Fredo... the Impasta Mafia!!

*"Italian Mafia" by Sicilian Heart begins to play, leading out the Impasta Mafia family. The three men make their way down, with Greenie wearing a flamboyant green suit, while the others are in proper wrestling gear. They head into the ring, ignoring the boos from the audience here in Dallas.*

Rockwell: The Impasta Mafia made their debut last week, but fell to the surprisingly strong pairing of Peter Vaughn and Tony The Spider.

Hood: If they couldn't beat those two, I don't see them having a chance against Hart & Raven. They'd need to bribe the ref.

Rockwell: I think that's what Greenie is trying to do right now...

Minos: Their opponents... weighing a combined 446 lbs... here are "The King of Harts" Jackson "Jax" Hart and "The People's G.O.A.T." James Raven!!

*The opening riff of "It's Going Down" hits the arena speakers, sending the fans into a frenzy. At the 20 second mark, Jackson Hart, aka Jax, makes his way out from the back and stands at the entrance for a few seconds. The lights in the building then dim, the fans buzzing in their seats as they munch on overpriceed concessions and await what's coming next. After a few long moments of near silence, recognizable guitar riffs begin to blare over the sound system and drag the fans up to their feet.*

*A light fog creeps out from behind the curtain, silver and blue spotlights swirling together at the top of the stage.*

"NOW HERE WE GO FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME!"

*The crowd leap and dance in unison as "Bleed it Out" by Linkin Park plays and signals the arrival of The Peoples G.O.A.T., a small shower of silver and blue sparks spraying into the spotlights as James Raven steps through the curtain with an ear to ear grin.*

Hood: I love this entrance!

*The lights in the building return to full blast as the spotlights and sparks disappear. Raven nods to Jax, and the two casually strut down to the ring, slapping some hands along the way. Jax slowly ascends the ring steps, slips in between the second and third rope and then stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed in the air forming an X. He then brings his arms down, stretching them outwards at his sides forming a cross with his arms and body. James, meanwhile, enters by leaping over the top rope from the apron into the ring. He makes his way to each of the four ring posts, standing on the middle rope to pose for the fans before dropping down into his corner.*

Rockwell: GCWA fans have been buzzing all week about the surprise debut of Hart & Raven last week.

Hood: How could they not? Raven is one of the all-time greats, and Hart appears to be his protege!

Rockwell: I'm still thrown that these guys met in a card game.

Hood: I'm still thrown by Aidan Collins' outfit, to be honest. Although I think it'd look good on you, Adrian...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So can the Impasta Mafia surprise, or will Hart & Raven roll through them?

Hood: If I were a betting man, I'd push All-In on Hart & Raven.

Rockwell: You are a betting man, as long as it's not your money.

Hood: True.

*Jax steps forward for his team, as the decision was apparently made pre-match. Seeing this, the smaller Cotti tells Fredo to take a walk and gets ready to go. Greenie, meanwhile, has finished his discussion with the referee, looking very disappointed as he steps off the apron. The referee apparently can't be bought, at least for whatever Greenie was offering. Cotti walks up to Jax with a lot of confidence, even though he's under-sized. He puts a finger in Jax's chest, telling him to do the right thing and just lay down. Jax laughs, looking back at Raven for a second. He shakes his head, but Cotti apparently tries to sweeten the deal, telling Jax that there's a lot of money available. Jax's smile fades, as if considering the offer. Cotti pokes him again, telling them that things won't go well if he doesn't accept. That was probably an unwise decision, as Jax reaches down and grabs Cotti by the finger, twisting it and dropping Cotti to his knees in agony, trying to get his finger free from Jax's grip!*

Rockwell: Not smart to threaten if you don't have the power to back it up...

Hood: I wouldn't risk it with the actual Mafia, but the Impasta Mafia? Fugetaboutit...

*Cotti finally pulls his hand free, shaking it out on the mat. He starts to get up, angry, but Jax is ready for him, delivering a snap DDT to put him back on the canvas, this time face-first! Cotti sits up, dazed, but that just allows Jax to go to work, snapping multiple sharp kicks into Cotti's chest, causing it to turn a blistering red color. Cotti fights his way up, holding his chest protectively, as Jax turns and goes to the ropes and returns, leaping to score a flying forearm that knocks Cotti off his feet and hard to the mat! Jax gets up, looking completely calm and satisfied with the way things are going. He just watches as Cotti rolls hard to his right, managing to get into his corner. He reaches up desperately, and Al Fredo tags himself in. The larger man steps through the ropes, glaring at Hart, as the fans start a "Raven Rules!" chant. Jax, hearing them, turns and walks over to Raven, shrugging his shoulders. Raven smiles and reaches out, tagging in, as the crowd cheers excitedly. Raven steps easily through the ropes, preparing himself to get in some shots.*

Rockwell: James Raven enters, and the fans are definitely excited to see what happens.

Hood: There's a reason he's known as the People's G.O.A.T.!

Rockwell: Probably because he calls himself that.

Hood: Well... yeah, but he's also earned it!

*Fredo doesn't seem too intimidated by Raven. He comes at him hard, swinging a right hand that Raven easily ducks under. Before Fredo can get his balance back, Raven is already taking him down, landing a swinging neckbreaker! Fredo shakes off the hit to his head, slowly rising back up, but Raven doesn't intend to give him any time to recover. He nails him with a running lariat, followed by a second one, driving Fredo down again and again. Fredo, for some reason, keeps getting up, so Raven decides to stop with the lariats and instead steps into him, locking Fredo up and taking him over with a belly-to-belly suplex! Fredo's down and hurting, even as Raven jumps on top of him, twisting him around on the mat and applying a D'arce Choke submission!!! Fredo's yelling now, in serious trouble as he fights to get free, even as Greenie is back up on the apron, yelling at the referee to do something. He's trying to distract, as Cotti steps back into the ring to go for the break, only to have Jax come flying in, taking Cotti down with a spinning heel kick! Jax gets up, with Greenie reaching across the ropes to grab at his shoulder. Jax immediately responds, leaping back with a Pele kick that sends Greenie flying!*

Rockwell: Manager down!

Hood: Damn, I think Greenie just wanted to talk to him!

Rockwell: He probably should have spoken up faster, then...

*Jax looks out of the ring at where Greenie is now laying, shrugging to the referee when he looks at him. A recovering Cotti, seeing what happened, angrily gets up and starts to come at Jax from behind, perhaps thinking about a low blow by the way his feet are positioned. But Cotti never gets there, as Raven is suddenly leaping in, catching Jax and delivering The Flight of the Raven (RKO)!!! Cotti is down, even as a hurting Fredo tries to grab for Raven... and takes The Flight of the Raven as well!!! Raven gets up, even as Jax heads over to Cotti, not wanting to be left out. He drags the nearly unconscious wrestler up and spins him around, delivering The Royal Flush (Spin Out Powerbomb)!!! The fans are loving it, even as Jax and Raven once again drop at the same time to make the cover on the two wrestlers. The ref gets between them, making the count as he watches Fredo... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... "The King of Harts" Jackson "Jax" Hart and "The People's G.O.A.T." James Raven!!

Hood: Another quick victory for Hart & Raven!

Rockwell: They need to come up with a tag-team name if they're going to keep working together.

Hood: Ooooh, Raven's Nest!

Rockwell: Isn't that one of Raven's companies, Raven's Nest Media?

Hood: What about Midnight Raven?

Rockwell: Why not something involving both Raven and Hart?

Hood: I guess if you want to get picky about it...

*Hart and Raven both salute the fans again before making their way out of the ring, looking like they barely worked up a sweat. All three of the Impasta Mafia are being checked on to make sure they're all okay.*

*The video cuts to the back, where we see that the GCWA World Television Champion, Ryot, is now being lifted onto a stretcher. There are several wrestlers in the background who are looking on, some wondering what happened. Jones is nearby, cradling the World TV Title in his hands, holding it for Ryot to take to the hospital. They slowly wheel Ryot out, heading for the ambulance as we fade out.*

*Inferno cuts backstage to the hallway where a cheery Chelsea LeClair is walking in it with a microphone in hand and her North American Championship around her waist. She's in a hell of a mood considering that earlier in the night, she fought against Rogue Daniels and came up with a victory, which further adds to the joy she's been experiencing lately.*

Chelsea LeClair: Hello! As you saw earlier, I, your history making GCWA North American Champion... took care of some easy business earlier tonight when I defeated Rogue Daniels. Of course, that's no surprise but there was something that I didn't get to do last week because... well...

*Chelsea takes a pause, reflecting on the events of last week.*

Chelsea LeClair: Pardon the pun but... someone REALLY shit all over the party last week. BUT... that's not going to stop me tonight because now that I've taken care of business... it's time to CELEBRATE! You're all invited to the official Chelsea LeClair History Making Championship Celebration! And it's taking place right now...

*Chelsea turns and heads right into a room where a big party is taking place. Cheesy, overproduced 90's techno music is heard, accompanied with a bunch of flashing strobe lights, a disco ball, and party goers having a great time!*

Chelsea LeClair: I apologize for the rowdiness of some of these people but... hey... why should I be 'woe is me' over last week? I'm not even... you know... 'mad'. I figure the best way to deal with problems is to just have a good time and party, right?

*Some of the party goers in the background, a couple of them clearly drunk, cheer... with one of them flopping over a bench. Chelsea walks around the room giving the audience a chance to observe the crazy goings such as someone being thrown off a mechanical bull, another party goer swinging at a human shaped pinata...*

Chelsea LeClair: Let me take care of that...

*Chelsea takes the bat from the patron and takes one huge swing at it, breaking it open and spilling a mixture of candy and ginger ale-infused jello shots.*

Chelsea LeClair: If only I could do that for real...

*Chelsea then walks toward the back corner observing blindfolded party goers trying to pin a tail on a poster of Jason Cashe.*

Chelsea LeClair: As you can see... we even have a party classic of... "Pin the Tail on the Dick"... not like he has one anyway... am I right? And what do you know?

*Chelsea smirks as she sees a man that looks like Jason Cashe (but obviously not really) sitting there, wide eyed at what is going on.*

Chelsea LeClair: I'm here, interviewing Jason Cashe regarding...

Man: No... you have it wrong, miss. I am not Jason Cashe... I am Jayson Cash...

Chelsea LeClair: What's the difference? So... why did you... um... do what you did last week?

Jayson Cash: I was... MARKING MY TERRITORY... you know... because I'm not a real man! I'm an ANIMAL! An animal with complete small dick syndrome because I'm pissed off that I didn't win the Warriors of the Ring tournament so I have to go and take it out on who I think is the weakest champion in GCWA. But don't worry... it was nothing personal... it's just that... I think you're the easiest champion to beat... that's all...

Chelsea LeClair: You really don't have an original bone in your body, do you? Typical alpha male bullshit...

*Chelsea bashes "Jayson Cash" in the head with the microphone before beating him down to the floor with the bat that she had used to smash the pinata from moments ago.*

Chelsea LeClair: I don't get mad... I get even! Alright everyone... trash the room!

*The party people go crazy with this as they completely trash the room, flipping over tables, spilling drinks, smashing bottles and leaving broken glass everywhere, tearing down the Jason Cashe poster causing a few drunk people to vomit all over it, and some people have even gone as far as spray painting graffiti all over the room. Chelsea takes a strobe light and walks back to 'Jayson Cash" and smashes the strobe over his head, leaving him lying there, bloodied.*

Chelsea LeClair: How's THAT for marking territory?

*A few sober party goers drape the flags of Costa Rica, Panama, and El Salvador on the knocked out "Jayson Cash".*

Chelsea LeClair: Those countries are part of North America too, dumbass!

*Chelsea scoffs as she watches the entire room get trashed. She leaves through all the ruckus and the rubble, closing the door behind her and revealing the name "Jason Cashe" on the door.*

Chelsea LeClair: Oops...

*Chelsea shrugs, showing little care in the world, walking away as the scene fades out.*

Singles Match
Anderson Haze (6-9) vs. Noah Jackson (0-0)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... first, making his GCWA debut here tonight... standing 6'1" and weighing 210 lbs... from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia... here is Noah Jackson!!

"GET OUT OF ME COUNTRY"

*The crowd pop as Noah Jackson strolls lazily from the back and basks in the glow of sick cunt energy washing over him. He slowly puts his right foot forward and glides down the ramp on his heelies, rhythmically raising and lowering pointed fingers to the sky as the crowd chants.*

"CUNT!"

*Until he reaches the apron where he gracefully rolls under the bottom rope and goes straight to the corner continuing his motions and the chants until his music is rudely cut off.*

Rockwell: That's a... different sort of chant.

Hood: It's worked for him.

Rockwell: He and his father, Shawn Warstein, had an adventure on the 'high seas' this week, which led to the burning of their boat and the apparent deaths of three pirates.

Hood: Nah, I'm sure they made it out in time...

Rockwell: In any case, Jackson is certainly looking like a unique competitor for the GCWA.

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

*The lights go out for the first part of 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: Anderson Haze, after his performance at Warriors of the Ring, is looking to become a King in the GCWA, much like the T-Rex was in his day...

Hood: He'd just better hope he doesn't end up like that T-Rex...

Rockwell: Displayed as a moment of history in a museum for all the people to see?

Hood: ... I was just going for extinct, but fine...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: This one's a little less predictable compared to some of our other matches tonight.

Hood: Haze has shown moments of brillance, but hasn't been able to get to that next level.

Rockwell: And Jackson... says Cunt a lot...

Hood: It's a roll of the dice!

*Anderson Haze comes forward, showing a little respect as he nods to Noah Jackson, ready to begin in the spirit of competition. Jackson steps forward as well, extending his hand, with Haze going for the handshake. But in one motion, Jackson pulls the hand away and swings, slapping Haze hard across the jaw!! Noah laughs hard at the hit, enjoying the moment at having gotten the cheap shot. But an angered Haze has already shaken off the hit and is running forward, catching Jackson off-guard with a running spear!! Haze lands on top, getting up and striking with several shots to the head, working to keep Jackson down! He pulls Jackson up and takes him to the corner, knocking Jackson into the turnbuckle pad before throwing forearm shots, drilling Jackson repeatedly in the head. Jackson takes the hits, looking like he's been knocked a little loopy. Haze then follows up by pulling Jackson out of the corner and turning him around, giving him an atomic drop that sends Jackson springing forward and falling through the ropes, past the turnbuckle, to the outside! Haze gives a shout to the crowd, showing that he's fired up, as Jackson, having managed to land mostly on his feet, takes a second to recover.*

Rockwell: That early cheap shot got a laugh for Jackson, but he paid for it afterwards.

Hood: It WAS funny, though...

Rockwell: Of course you would think that...

*Jackson grabs at the ropes and slowly pulls himself back in, watching Haze warily in case the man tries to charge him again. He turns and tells the ref to pay more attention, for some reason, before turning back to Haze and saying he's got one word for him. The crowd knows what the word is. Haze comes in again, trying for a quick shot to the head, but Jackson blocks it, while simultaneously giving Haze a thumb to the eye! Haze stumbles back, while the ref shouts a word of warning to Jackson. The wrestler smirks before going after the blinded Haze, hitting him repeatedly with straight punches to the side of the head, staggering him. Haze tries a response shot, but Jackson blocks it again, this time getting a headbutt that sends Haze stumbling back into the corner. Seeing this, Jackson heads to the opposite corner, pointing his fingers in the air to get the fans chanting "Cunt" over and over. As Haze recovers, Jackson runs at him for the C-Section, stopping short in front of him, laughing, and kicking him low! The referee studies it from the side, but doesn't throw the disqualification sign, instead warning Jackson once again for a near shot.*

Rockwell: I don't know what match the ref is watching, but that was an illegal shot!

Hood: Not according to the ref, and the ref's word is law.

Rockwell: And yet if the ref would have thrown this out, you would have pitched a massive fit.

Hood: I'm fickle that way...

*Jackson drags the wounded Haze out of the corner, giving him a couple of kicks to the gut to keep him bent over. Jackson then gets Haze in a double underhook and drops with a DDT, hammering him off the canvas! Jackson rolls him over, making the first cover of the match... 1... 2... but Haze kicks out. Jackson, annoyed, pulls Haze back up and positions him closer to the turnbuckle, before picking him up and bodyslamming him to the mat. Jackson then points towards the corner, walking over there with a smug look on his face. The crowd familiar with his work knows what's coming next. Jackson starts up, getting to the top of the turnbuckle, pointing a few times in the air once again to get the crowd riled up. He bounces, then leaps, taking off for the World's Sickest Moonsault!!! Unfortunately for Jackson, his moonsault comes up short, as Haze rolls out of the way, and Jackson takes the full brunt of the landing! He groans, his mouth wide open as he feels the pain from the impact while on his knees. In the meantime, a wounded Haze pulls himself up and turns, coming at Jackson and giving him a vicious kick to the head! Haze with the pin... 1... 2... and Jackson kicks out!*

Rockwell: That moonsault might have changed the complexion of this match.

Hood: From what I hear, Jackson rarely hits it, yet still keeps trying.

Rockwell: Huh, reminds me of Bifford when he goes up top.

Hood: Yep, except if Bifford actually hit, we'd probably have a fatality.

*Haze gets back to his feet, moving to the side to wait as Jackson struggles back to his feet. As soon as Jackson is up, Haze steps in, snapping off a superkick from the side! The kick lands, with Jackson standing there for a moment, smiling, before his eyes roll back in his head and he falls backwards to the mat! Haze goes off the ropes and comes back, dropping a leg onto him before making another cover... 1... 2... and Jackson is able to kick out in time. Haze sits up, thinking about what to do next. He moves to the side, preparing once more as he waits for Jackson to expend energy getting up. Jackson slowly rises, slapping the side of his head as if to get some marbles back into place. He turns, as Haze runs in for a big boot! But Jackson sidesteps it, then quickly runs to the ropes himself. As Haze turns around, Jackson comes back, leaping into the Shark Frenzy (Sprinting One-Legged Dropkick to Jaw)!!! Haze goes down hard, as Jackson collapses himself on top of him for the cover... 1... 2... no, Haze shoves his shoulder into the air, staying alive. But Jackson immediately grabs the extended arm, twisting Haze around into Deadset (Kimura Armlock)!!!*

Hood: Haze might be tapping out a tune shortly!

Rockwell: A tune?

Hood: Yeah, like "Shave and a haircut, I quit"...

Rockwell: That's not what it...

Hood: I know, I know, but what the hell are two bits, anyway?

Rockwell: ... money?

Hood: Hah, now you're just making stuff up...

*The referee talks to Haze, wondering if he's going to get up, but Haze still has enough fight in him to start struggling towards the ropes, trying to reach out with his feet. Jackson sees him getting close, which causes him to release the hold, while also hitting Haze a couple of times in the head with his elbow. He smirks, having a damn fine time as he gets up, dragging Haze with him. But Haze suddenly drops back down, getting a stunner variation!! Jackson stumbles backwards to the ropes, the only reason he doesn't fall down, as Haze pushes the pain away and gets back up. He turns and comes at Jackson, going for the big boot again, but Jackson again sidesteps it. He grabs Haze by the back of the head, but no, Haze reverses, lifting Jackson onto his shoulders for the Haze Effect (Attitude Adjustment)!! But before Haze can drop him, Jackson manages to shove off his shoulders, sending Haze to his knees while landing behind him and hitting the ropes. Haze gets up again, but Jackson's already coming in... and he lands the King Hit (Superman Punch to back of head)!!!! Haze is down, with Jackson dropping on top of him for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Noah Jackson!!

Rockwell: Jackson is successful in his debut!

Hood: Man, for just a second, I thought Haze had taken him... if that Haze Effect had landed...

Rockwell: It didn't, though, which means the fans get to chant their new favorite word...

Hood: At least they're happy... well, some of them, others look pissed off...

*Jackson rolls out of the ring, taking a moment to recover before cheerily signaling to the crowd to get it started. He walks down the aisle, chanting along with them, as we cut to commercial.*

* The camera opens up backstage, inside the office of Jonathan Barrows who sits at his desk and shuffles through a stack of paperwork. After a moment there's a loud knock on his door. He looks up, sitting back in his chair. *

Jonathan Barrows: Come in!

* The door opens and reveals two of the newest faces on the GCWA roster, James Raven and Jackson Hart. The recently debuted tag team makes their way into the office, their faces still slightly flushed after their win over the Impasta Mafia. *

Jonathan Barrows: Is there something I can help you guys with?

* Raven and Hart make themselves comfortable, Hart leaning against the wall as Raven settles comfortably into the seat opposite Jonathan's, picking a small paper weight off the desk and fiddling around with it. *

James Raven: Johnny, can I call you Johnny? Why do you think Jackson and I signed here, instead of taking one of the other offers we had?

* Jonathan Barrows grins at the two men, not sure where this is going. *

Jonathan Barrows: Excuse me?

Jackson Hart: We can give you a hint, it was the roster.

* Raven shoots a finger gun in Harts direction and nods. *

James Raven: Nailed it. It was the roster. We signed with GCWA because we wanted to compete with the roster. Not be spoon fed free wins by teams that can't hold the weight of the paper their contract is printed on.

* Jonathan nods his head slowly, but soon shrugs his shoulders helplessly. *

Jonathan Barrows: I don't know what to tell you, guys. Thunder and Lightning are great athletes, and the Impasta Mafia were supposed to be a step up from that. We're not TRYING to give you easy wins, I guess you guys are just that good.

* James Raven shakes his head dismissively. He's not faking for that. *

James Raven: Jackson over here is new to the industry, Jonathan. I'm not. I've worked with every type of promoter under the sun; from the ones that would protect their roster from Jax and I, to the ones that would think they are protecting me by keeping me undefeated and slapping my face on a bunch of PPV posters.

Jackson Hart: Which type are you?

* Jonathan Barrows sits calmly in his chair, eyeing the newest tag team on his roster. Finally he sighs and shrugs his shoulders. *

Jonathan Barrows: So what are you looking for?

Jackson Hart: We're looking to see the talent we heard so much about before signing here. Next week, no more softballs, give us someone good and let us show everyone what we can actually do.

* Barrows thinks over the request and slowly nods his head. It all sounds perfectly reasonably, and he'd see what he could do. *

Jonathan Barrows: Understood. Next week on Inferno, you guys will get a match worthy of your skill sets. I promise.

* Raven grins and Jackson nods his head in approval. They bump fists as Raven stands up from the chair, and the duo head for the door. *

James Raven: See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Thanks Johnny. We owe ya one.

* Raven and Hart disappear from the office and shut the door behind them. Jonathan Barrows sits thoughtfully for a moment, then returns to his stack of paperwork. The camera slowly fades out. *

*The scene opens up with the titantron split into three screens; Hunter Barrows sitting in a remote location backstage, flanked on either side with Lissie Hope and Mack O'Connor live from their respective homes. The fans explode with the visual, with Mack sitting leisurely with his World Championship title at the bottom of the frame.*

Hunter Barrows: We've got a special treat tonight! Unfortunately, they couldn't be here tonight but on my right, the 2020 Warrior of the Ring and number one contender to the World Championship... Lissie Hope!

*Lissie adjusts her camera and smiles, waving to the crowd.*

Hunter Barrows: And on my left, we have an OCW Hall of Famer and the current World Heavyweight Champion, Mack O'Connor!

*Mack raises a glass to his camera and taps on the gold plate. Lissie rolls her eyes.*

Hunter Barrows: How are you two doing this evening? Have you been watching the show?

Mack O'Connor: I've always got my eyes peeled on what's going on, Hunter. When you're at the top of the game, you never know who's making moves.

Lissie Hope: Yeah, I guess I came as a bit of a shock to you, huh? It shouldn't've been though. I said from the minute I stepped into this company that you were keeping that title warm for me. Maybe you should've listened.

*Mack smirks.*

Lissie Hope: I'm sorry I couldn't be there. I've got a lot going on at home right now, y'know?

Mack O'Connor: Oh, so it wasn't that GCWA didn't cater to your foolish demands of having the biggest locker room?

*A screen-grab is quickly put on frame by a producer.*

Hunter Barrows: Yeah, you make a great point. Let's talk about that, Lissie. Your head seems to be getting a little big these days.

Lissie Hope: It was a joke, Hunter. I'm a competitor. I've fought fifty times in the last sixteen months. I've won in four different promotions, sometimes jumping on a flight immediately after a show so I can make it in time for another. I don't miss shows unless I absolutely have to. There's a reason I was fully prepared to become your Warrior of the Ring.

Hunter Barrows: I know you've suffered loss recently. Is that why you aren't here tonight?

Lissie Hope: No comment.

Hunter Barrows: No comment?

Lissie Hope: None.

Hunter Barrows: Well, the GCWA family wants to extend it's deepest condolences to you and your fami--

*Lissie shifts in her chair uncomfortably.*

Mack O'Connor: Hunter, please. You heard the girl. There are things that transcend wrestling. We've all lost things that are important to us. You touched on this briefly last week, Lissie - when OCW finally closed it's doors, and I had to carry my legacy onwards to GCWA. That was a brutal, brutal loss...

*Lissie's hand rests on her chin, wondering where Mack's going with this.*

Mack O'Connor: ...and you know quite a bit about 'brutal loss', don't you? And no, I'm not talking about your brother, God rest his soul.

Lissie Hope: What are you getting at, Mack?

Mack O'Connor: You're a two-time World Champion, aren't 'ya? Lord knows you won't let any of us forget it.

Lissie Hope: About to be a three-time.

Mack O'Connor: Cute! So tell me, if you were gonna defy the odds and take this title from me, is it going to be another seven-day wonder?

*Lissie is fuming at this point.*

Mack O'Connor: Are you going to shock the world again, stake your claim at the top of the mountain with all the legions of mini-Lissie's crying and shouting and watching as all their dreams are materialized and personified by you... only to break their fucking hearts a week later? Is that the story of Lissie Hope? Because that's the one I know. That's who you are, Lissie. I've got a question for you though.

Hunter Barrows: Tread lightly, Mack.

Mack O'Connor: When you fail to deliver again, who's going to be there this time to talk you back from the ledge?

*At this point, Lissie removes her wireless headset and unclips her microphone, beginning to stand from her perch.*

Mack O'Connor: I guess I hit a nerve.

Hunter Barrows: Lissie, don't leave! C'mon.

*Mack smiles and takes a sip from his drink, as the camera catches Lissie closing her laptop before a 'lost connection' notice.*

Hunter Barrows: It appears we've lost Lissie Hope for the night. Let's get back to ringside.

*We cut away from Mack's smirk and head to Rockwell & Hood.*

Rockwell: Strong words from Mack, as this feud continues to heat up!

Hood: I just hope Lissie shows up next week! And at the PPV!

Rockwell: I think she won't miss her opportunity, Hood. But we've still got wrestlers who are actually here in the arena who want to compete, especially these next two. Let's go to the ring!

Singles Match
Dave Branson (5-4) vs. Terry Marshall (5-1)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... entering first... standing 6'7" and weighing 300 lbs... from Bel Air... accompanied by Dylan & Lissandra Thomas... here is "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson!!

*A shirtless Dave Branson wearing sunglasses comes out and stands on stage, arms crossed, emotionless. Dylan & Lissandra come out after him, smiling and playing to the crowd. After a few moments, Branson walks to the ring, still showing zero emotion. He climbs over the top rope and stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed, eyeing the rampway.*

Rockwell: The A-List has done a number on Sports Entertainment Xpress as of late, potentially costing Terry Marshall his shot at winning Warriors of the Ring.

Hood: They're doing what's good and moral for the youth of America. We don't need S.E.X. parading around here, being all... like they are...

Rockwell: Branson also took his nephew to a space museum, showing that the kid is a future Rocketman...

Hood: Ugh, don't even say that. I can't believe he wants Houston's autograph...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'5" and weighing 311 lbs... from Huntington, West Virginia... accompanied by Space Lord... here is "Thundering" Terry Marshall!!

*"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC begins to play, with Marshall making his way out of the back, still nursing his injured arm. He flexes it back and forth, showing there's still plenty of power there. Behind Marshall, Space Lord slowly limps out, still feeling the effects of the assault on him from last week. For once, he's not running towards the ring like a Tazmaniac from Looney Tunes; instead, he keeps pace with Marshall as they head for the ring.*

Rockwell: Both Space Lord and Marshall have taken some serious lumps in this 'war' so far.

Hood: And it's only going to get worse for them. They should have taken the hints and just left.

Rockwell: Hints? You call attacks using tire irons "hints"?

Hood: Trust me, The A-List were being merciful. Those shots could have gone into Marshall & Space Lord's heads...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here's Marshall's chance to get some revenge tonight, as he takes on one of his attackers!

Hood: You want to talk Kobayashi Maru? This is easily a no-win scenario for him.

Rockwell: to be sure, this is no paintball match. But you can expect it's going to be a war!

*Marshall has already come out of the corner, pointing towards Dave Branson and yelling "You!!" He comes forward, with Branson not shying away in the slightest. The two big men start throwing haymakers at each other, showing that the animosity between them is real! Marshall starts to get the upper hand, driving Branson back, but suddenly Branson shoots out a shot aimed at Marshall's shoulder, stinging him on his injured arm and causing him to wince away. Branson then comes from behind, clotheslining Marshall in the back of the head! Marshall goes down to one knee, stunned, as Branson comes back, kicking away at him, scoring several hits to the upper back of Marshall. Branson then grabs Marshall by the injured arm, putting his boot into Marshall's shoulder while pulling back on the arm, as if wanting to dislocate the shoulder! Marshall shouts out, knowing that he's got to get free quickly, and he manages to twist and throw a punch that catches Branson in the back of his standing leg, causing Branson to release the grip in order to get his balance back.*

Rockwell: Not surprisingly, Branson is going to focus on Marshall's injuries, which he & the rest of the A-List helped cause.

Hood: It's perfectly sound wrestling technique, Adrian. You aim for their weakness.

Rockwell: So what's The A-List's weakness?

Hood: Probably they're too perfect. It annoys people like, well, you...

*On the outside, Space Lord is pacing like a madman, clearly looking like he wants to be the one in there. He glares over at Lissandra nearby, only to have Dylan quickly step in front of her protectively. He eyes Space Lord like he's a rabid dog, something he needs to put down. Back in the ring, Branson has pulled Marshall back up, slugging him a few more times to keep him contained. He shows off his strength, picking Marshall up into his arms and carrying him for a few seconds, before launching him overhead with a fallaway slam! Marshall's down, not used to being tossed like that, as Branson comes over for the cover... 1... 2... and Marshall kicks out. Branson is immediately back to business, not wasting any time. He pulls Marshall up to a seated position and applies a nerve hold to the shoulder, once again working on the injured side. Marshall fights against the pain, struggling to get up despite the force being applied. He slowly rises, managing to throw several elbow shots back to break loose. As Branson stumbles back, Marshall spins and hits a big boot, knocking Branson down and giving Marshall a few seconds of recovery time.*

Rockwell: Marshall may be working from a bit of a handicap, but he proved in the tournament that he can continue to battle forward.

Hood: But every time he does that, isn't Marshall doing more damage? Wouldn't retirement with a fully functional arm be preferred?

Rockwell: You never know, maybe Space Lord knows some cybernetic guys who can give him a technological boost once he's retired...

Hood: This isn't Terminator, you know, some things just don't exist...

Rockwell: In your reality, maybe...

*Branson struggles back up to his feet, but Marshall is back now, scoring a back elbow to knock him backwards. Marshall adds in a second one, sending Branson back further, before Marshall goes to the ropes and comes back with a running forearm, finally putting Branson on his back! Marshall is starting to get energized now, signaling to the crowd that he wants to hear them get louder as he gets going. Branson pulls himself up, but Marshall is coming back in again, jumping to get a step up enzigiri that snaps Branson's head back! Marshall then raises both hands over his head, showing his intention, before stepping in and lifting the large Branson up in an impressive show of strength... until his arm gives out, dropping Branson back down to his feet! Marshall, wincing, tries to fire back up, going for the slam again, but this time Branson fights him off, scoring a couple of headbutts that rock Marshall back. Branson then picks Marshall up, bodyslamming him instead! He goes for the cover... 1... 2... but Marshall kicks out in time.*

Hood: Did you see that power? Branson is unbelievable!

Rockwell: It was impressive, but Marshall very nearly did the same thing...

Hood: But he failed, and that's all tha matters. Clearly Branson is stronger than Marshall.

Rockwell: That's debatable. When Marshall's at full strength...

Hood: He's never going to be 'full strength' again if he keeps fighting The A-List!

*Marshall's currently on the mat now, with Branson sticking a knee deep into his spine from behind while also yanking Marshall's head back. He's got his hands cupped around Marshall's chin to give him more leverage, dishing out some extreme punishment!! Marshall's eyes are watering from the strain, but he still refuses to give in, as Space Lord can be see outside the ring, trying to will his partner to get out of this situation. Dylan & Lissandra, meanwhile, are cheering on Dave, proud of him as he continues to take it to Marshall. The man is showing no joy about the situation, as he's simply doing the job to take Marshall out. The referee asks again, but Marshall grunts out a negative, even as he begins to strain towards the ropes, trying to fight Branson off. Branson can't maintain enough balance to stop Marshall's progress, with the wrestler being able to reach out and grab at the ropes! The ref calls for the break, with Branson doing it quickly. He also then immediately starts stomping repeatedly on Marshall's back, trying to do more damage, even as the referee waves him off.*

Rockwell: Get him back, ref!

Hood: Why? He broke the hold...

Rockwell: Marshall's still grabbing the ropes!

Hood: Branson will make sure he releases his grip, if the ref would just back off...

*The referee is pushing Branson back now, telling him that there needs to be a clean break when the ropes are used. Branson doesn't look too concerned, wanting to just keep getting his shots in. As the ref lectures him on following his demands, Branson raises his arms in submission. Meanwhile, Marshall is using the ropes to get up... only to get slugged by a surprise shot from the outside from Dylan Thomas!! Marshall falls backwards on his backside, stunned from the surprise hit. Dylan turns to walk away, pleased... and Space Lord is already there, coming at him and firing his own shots!! Dylan gets driven back as Space Lord fires away, knocking Dylan into the barricade as Lissandra screams out for help. Branson, seeing this, turns and starts to leave the ring, stepping through the ropes, but Marshall grabs him before he can step off the apron, striking away at Branson before pulling him back over the ropes to cause him to flip back into the ring!! Branson hits hard on his back, stunned, as Marshall quickly steps forward and drops an elbow onto him, before making the cover... 1... 2... Branson kicks free!*

Hood: What a cheap tactic, distracting Branson like that!

Rockwell: Dylan started it!

Hood: That's a kindergarden defense! What matters is that Dave thought Lissie was in trouble, and Marshall used her helpless screams to his advantage!

Rockwell: I'd never classify Lissandra Thomas as "helpless"...

*The brawl between Space Lord and Dylan Thomas has continued on the outside, with Dylan taking a head shot into the steel stairs, leaving him wobbling to the side. Lissandra yells at Space Lord, who glares at her, but goes back on the assault. In the ring, Marshall has gotten Branson back up, determined to succeed where he struggled before. He gets his arms around Branson and lifts, slowly getting him off the ground, and then giving him a bodyslam!! The crowd reacts, cheering the powerful move, as Marshall staggers away, having felt the pain from that one. He turns back to Branson, preparing himself to go for Thunder Struck (Spinning Polish Hammer)!! Branson is pulling himself up, as Marshall sets... and then goes down, as Vincenzo and Tank are suddenly there, dragging Marshall out of the ring!!! Before Marshall can defend himself, the two men grab him by the arms and send Marshall crashing into the barricade, landing on the bad shoulder!!! Marshall collapses to the ground, even as the referee starts to signal for the bell, ending this one.*

Minos: Here is your winner via disqualification... "Thundering" Terry Marshall!!

Rockwell: It's another ambush!!

Hood: Did you expect anything less? The A-List is going to destroy S.E.X. once and for all, so why wait?

*Space Lord, seeing Marshall in trouble, comes running around the side as fast as he can. He strikes at both Tank and Vincenzo, driving them back with punch after punch. But Dylan Thomas comes up from behind, grabbing Space Lord before he can react and dropping with the Perfect Finisher (Double Knee Gutbuster)!!!! Space Lord falls off to the side, as Dylan gets up confidently. But now Marshall is back up, nailing Thomas in the back of the head with a forearm! Marshall goes wild, striking away at Thomas, but now Branson has slid out of the ring and is grabbing at him. Marshall tries to fight back, but Thomas hangs onto Marshall's arm, allowing Branson to smash him with an uppercut, sending Marshall reeling! Vincenzo and Tank then return, attacking from behind, and soon Marshall is down, getting attacked on all sides!!*

Rockwell: Security!! We need help out here, damn it!

Hood: What's wrong, Adrian? I thought S.E.X. could handle the A-List just fine on their own, and now you say they need help?

Rockwell: This is turning into a slaughter, as the numbers are just too great!

Hood: That's not the fault of the A-List. Marshall & Space Lord should have brought... wait a second...

*The fans give a cheer as they watch an unsteady individual running down towards the ring. He slides around the ring, almost losing control, before charging head-first into the fray, crashing into Vincenzo's back!! Vincenzo goes down, as the man turns and rushes towards Tank, again lowering his head. There's a loud clang as the two make contact, with Tank falling backwards.*

Hood: What the hell??

Rockwell: It's Major Helmet!! He's making the save!

Hood: I say again, WHAT THE HELL?!?!?

*Branson comes at Helmet, swinging hard into the side of his, uh, helmet. Branson stumbles back, though, holding his wrist, as Helmey flips open his helmet and laughs at the pitiful attempt to take him out. Unfortunately, this leaves him wide open for Dylan Thomas to suddenly step in, punching Helmet right in the face!! Helmet stumbles back, his helmet closing again, looking dazed for a second, before he charges forward, trying to take Thomas down. But Tank & Vincenzo each grab a leg from where they're laying, tripping Helmet up and putting him on the ground. Quickly, Branson and Thomas jump on top, pounding away and ending the rally.*

Hood: That's more like it!

Rockwell: Major Helmet wasn't enough to shift the odds, as it's still four-on-three!

Hood: The numbers will never be equal when it comes to The A-List!

*Marshall and Space Lord both try to get up, only to be cut back down by attacks from the A-List members. They soon join Major Helmet laying on the ground outside the ring, as The A-List stand over them, looking like their plan worked perfectly. We switch to the camera shot of the stage, where Lord Allton can now be seen, having wheeled out to join Lissandra Thomas in a position away from the danger zone. Allton and Lissandra are talking and laughing, knowing that they're getting closer to their goal of ending Sports Entertainment Xpress.*

*We come back to a shot near ringside, as Space Lord, Terry Marshall, and Major Helmet are being helped from ringside. Both Marshall and Space Lord are refusing to be carried, wanting to stay off the stretcher. Helmet apparently has no problems with it.*

Rockwell: As you can see, Sports Entertainment Xpress is still working to get backstage after the assault on them by The A-List.

Hood: It's time to go away, S.E.X.! You're done!

Rockwell: Hopefully they can still recover and come back next week...

*As the three men reach the stage entrance, both Marshall and Space Lord step aside to let Major Helmet get pulled through the doorway on the stretcher. There's a sudden yell from inside, and both Marshall & Space Lord painfully straighten up.*

Rockwell: Oh no!! Is The A-List back??

Hood: Yes! Get them again, guys!

*The stretcher comes rolling back out, with Marshall & Space Lord catching it before it can roll down the stage. Major Helmet is laying backwards on the stretcher. The front of his helmet appears to be completely coated with some substance.*

Hood: What the hell? Is that...

Rockwell: I think that's.... bleu cheese?

*Marshall & Space Lord look on in confusion as Mike Zybala suddenly walks out of the entryway, staring at both men. He points at the bleu cheese, then at them, saying that this is a warning, before departing again to await his actual entrance. Both Marshall and Space Lord look back at Helmet, completely confused.*

Hood: I'll never understand Zybala...

Rockwell: Well, Zybala did say that anyone who chooses ranch over bleu cheese for chicken wing dip get murdered in Buffalo. I guess this was Zybala's warning to them?

Hood: Didn't Mack say the same thing?

Rockwell: He's not here tonight, remember?

Hood: Watch yourself next week, Mack!

GCWA World Tag-Team Titles Match
Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban(c) (1-0) vs. Ed Houston & Mike Zybala (1-0)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening... this match is scheduled for one fall... and will be for the GCWA World Tag-Team Championships!!

*The crowd pops, as they're ready for an exciting main event with gold on the line.*

Rockwell: It's good to see the World Tag-Team Titles defended on Inferno once again. You could say the tag division is the quickest growing division in the GCWA right now.

Hood: I mean, the belts should belong to the A-List, but I'm sure that will happen eventually.

Rockwell: Well, tonight we're seeing a cash-in of the Golden Opportunity, so we've got two strong teams...

*Out of nowhere, "Leave You Far Behind" by Lunatic Calm begins to play, getting the fans on their feet. All eyes turn towards the entrance way, as The Accelerator slowly get wheeled out, joined by his daughter, Deana Barrows!*

Hood: What the... what's Ace doing here?

Rockwell: Did he want a better seat for this one?

Hood: Possibly, but he should have been here earlier for the A-List instead...

*Ace nods happily to his daughter before pulling up a mic, smiling as we waves to the crowd.*

The Accelerator: What's up, boyos!

*The crowd cheers, always excited to see a legend like The Accelerator making a live appearance. At his age, you never know how many 'appearances' he's got left. Ace is enjoying himself, though, as he brings the mic back up.*

The Accelerator: I know we have a great main event to get to, but I'm afraid I had to make a brief interruption for a special announcement. You see, we've been working to get some new surprises available for our athletes, who I know work extremely hard for our company. Tonight, the first surprise gets revealed. This match here? For the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles? It's not going to be for the old belts, which will be retired as of tonight.

*The crowd gasps, wondering what's going on, but Ace just laughs and continues.*

The Accelerator: Don't you worry, the lineage will stay the same. It's just that we believed that it was time for something new. Bring them out, gentlemen!

*Two GCWA personnel make their way out of the back, carrying a display case. The camera zooms in:*

Rockwell: Wow! New belts!

Hood: Damn, those are some fancy titles!

The Accelerator: Tonight, the winners of the main event leave with these belts around their waist. Good luck to both teams. I know the winners will be deserving of the belts. Believe it!

*The display case is carried down to ringside, as Deana Barrows helps her father backstage once again.*

Rockwell: This match somehow just became even more important!

Hood: I'll say! The winners here will always be able to proclaim they were the first winners of those shiny, shiny belts! You think I could get a closer look...

Rockwell: Sit down, Hood, the wrestlers are about to come out!

Hood: Okay, fine, but I want a look before they leave here...

Minos: Introducing first, the challengers... coming out first, standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Buffalo, New York... here is the owner of Outsiders Wrestling... Mike Zybala!!

*The crowd pops, even as "Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. begins to play. Mike Zybala walks out with a smile, stopping on the ramp. He raises up his hands for a second, then laughs and waves a finger instead, and starts a walk down the aisle while greeting the fans along the way.*

Rockwell: Zybala made sure to take care of any 'lighting' issues that might take place in this contest.

Hood: By threatening GCWA employees! I mean, he was basically saying he'd cut their ears off! He needs to be suspended for that!

Rockwell: Apparently Jonathan Barrows saw it was taking the initiative...

Hood: Damn alien ghost son of a bitch!

Minos: And his partner... standing 5'9" and weighing 175 lbs... from Miami, Florida... he's a former GCWA World Heavyweight Champion... here is "The Rocketman" Ed Houston!!

*The screen turns black and then slowly starts to count down from 10. Once it hits 1 the sound of a rocket taking off echoes throughout the arena. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid starts to blare as Ed Houston slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. He stops by fans in the crowd and high fives them. Once he gets about half way down the ramp, he sprints and slides under the rope. He quickly jumps to his feet and makes his way up to the turnbuckle where he waves to the crowd.*

Rockwell: Houston's still trying to get over his recent break-up, but that led him to getting pulled into an autograph session for astronauts.

Hood: Those poor kids, thinking they're getting an autograph that's worth something...

Rockwell: I would think an autograph from a former GCWA World Champion would be worth plenty!

Hood: History should be valued more, especially by someone who was actually able to take a space walk on the moon...

Minos: Their opponents...

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

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

*The opening sounds of "Godspeed" by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage is filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones and Byson Kaliban slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd. They tend towards the negative nowadays.*

Minos: Coming to the ring... weighing a combined 410 lbs... here are the GCWA Tag-Team Champions of the World... the team of Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban!!

*Slowly making his way towards the ring, Jones ignores the cheers and jeers that the fans are giving, as he soon makes it to ringside. Kaliban seems to be enjoying the reaction a little more. Climbing onto the apron, Duce goes to the corner to his right, climbing onto the second rope and peering out into the crowd. Byson joins him on the other side. Duce jumps over the top rope, while Byson just steps through as they prepare for action, taking a moment to stare out at the new championships sitting outside the ring.*

Rockwell: Duce & Byson have been grieving for the loss of a family member this week, as their Uncle Christian was seemingly killed.

Hood: I'm feeling a little lost. When did they learn he died? And what about it involved a cop?

Rockwell: I mean, there was a video that, well, I hope the children didn't watch...

Hood: And did Duce straight-up assassinate some people on camera? Hard core... also, evidence, but still, hard core...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Who gets to leave with the brand new gold?

Hood: Me! I do!

Rockwell: Uh, no, Hood, you don't...

Hood: Right. The match. Damn it, I love new gold... actually, I love gold of any age...

*The referee would normally raise up the titles at this point, but since they're still on display, he just nods to both teams and signals for the match to begin. Duce steps forward, confident in getting things going against two men he's defeated in the past. Houston and Zybala seem to be undecided, however, having a brief game of Paper, Rock, Scissors in the corner. Zybala wins out, hitting Houston's paper with his rock, and turns, entering the ring. Houston starts to object, knowing that's not right, but after a second, he just laughs it off, letting Zybala have this one. Zybala walks up to Duce, smiling at him. He gestures over at Byson, saying that Duce can't use him to win this time. Duce shakes his head, saying he never needed help to take him down. The two rivals lock up, testing each other, with Zybala getting the upper hand and taking Duce back to the neutral corner. The ref calls for the break, and Zybala gracefully steps back. Duce nods to him in respect... then grabs Zybala, spinning him into the corner and punching away at him!! The referee tries to step in, but Duce pushes him away and goes to strike some more, but Zybala, recovered, quickly spins Duce instead into the corner and gets his his own shots!*

Rockwell: These two guys have fought on several occasions over the last year, and you can tell it's a little more personal between them!

Hood: Once again, I find myself rooting for Duce... it's still strange, but I'm starting to get used to it.

Rockwell: You can definitely say that Duce has stopped caring as much about what the fans think about him.

Hood: And look what's happened since then! Tag Titles, X-Division Title, and who knows what else to come! Screw the fans!

*The brawl between the two wrestlers has continued, with Zybala landing a few shots along the ropes on Duce to stagger him. He seems to be on a mission to knock Duce all the way around. They get close to Byson, who rears back to try for a cheap shot, but Zybala is ready for it, turning and catching Byson with a strong style eye rake!! Byson drops to a knee on the apron, blinded, as Zybala turns back to Duce, only to get a leaping Superman punch to the side of the head!! Zybala goes down, with Duce immediately jumping on top of him to try and hold him down... 1... 2.. and Zybala shoves himself free. Duce gets up, looking towards the recovering Byson and deciding to give him a few more seconds. He instead picks Zybala up, delivering a butterfly suplex! Duce makes another cover... 1... 2... but Zybala kicks out again, avoiding the defeat. Houston can be seen on the other side, hoping to see Zybala back up and rolling in this one. But for right now, Duce is in charge, as he gets Zybala up onto the ropes and positions him, landing the Nice To Knee You (Swinging Knee Lift)!! Once again, Duce tries for the pin... 1... 2... but Zybala won't stay down!*

Rockwell: It's clear Duce would like nothing better than to end this one early.

Hood: Who wouldn't love a short night and a great celebration with new gold?

Rockwell: But could it be Duce also wants to keep his inexperienced brother out as long as possible?

Hood: Byson's been champion since Crescendo, he's got to have had plenty of training by now...

*Byson is back on his feet now, asking for the tag. Duce looks over at him and nods, dragging Zybala with him. He tags in Byson, who steps through the ropes and gets in position. As Duce holds Zybala's arms, Byson gets a kick to the gut, doubling Zybala over. Byson then grabs Zybala by the head and gets a quick DDT, before making his own cover... 1... 2... kickout! Zybala has avoided several pin losses so far in this one. Byson gets back up, smiling at his good fortune. Duce is already wanting the tag back in, but Byson doesn't see it, instead pulling Zybala up and picking him up onto his shoulders. Byson turns towards Duce, still smiling as he easily hefts Zybala up. He tries to throw Zybala down with a fireman's carry slam, but Zybala is able to reverse Byson's momentum, causing Zybala to land on his feet. Zybala then catches the surprised Byson under the chin with a Superkick!!! Byson's down, knocked senseless, as Houston immediately starts a crowd chant, trying to get Zybala to come make the hot tag! The crowd gets behind him, even as both wrestlers are still down!*

Rockwell: In the past, this is when the lights would go out. When they came back up, Zybala would be across the ring for the tag.

Hood: I must say, having that power taken from Zybala has really helped me enjoy his matches a little more.

Rockwell: You're just glad he can't suddenly reappear right behind you here at the announce table.

Hood: Damn straight!

*The fans are still cheering as Zybala suddenly sits up, looking around for a second to get his bearings. Duce is yelling at Byson to turn his way, reaching out, and Byson's eyes are finally starting to open. Zybala starts crawling over towards Houston, even as Byson finally reaches out, touching fingers with his brother. The referee signals, and Duce leaps over the top rope, rushing across the ring... just in time to see Zybala tag in Houston! The former World Champion springs into action, flying over the ropes wih a diving shoulderblock that sends Duce onto his back! Houston immediately rebounds after landing on his feet, doing a complete flip and landing a standing shooting star press onto Duce!! He hangs on afterwards... 1... 2... Duce kicks out! Houston hops up, looking over at where Byson is laying on the apron, still trying to recover from the superkick. Houston goes back to Duce, catching him on the way up with a hurricanrana, spiking Duce's head into the canvas! Duce is down, as the pumped up Houston turns back to the ropes. He goes out to the apron next to where Zybala is recovering, nodding to his partner before springboarding up and back in, landing a corkscrew springboard splash! 1... 2... but Duce again survives!*

Hood: Houston's putting all his pent up sexual energy into this one!

Rockwell: I beg your pardon??

Hood: He just broke up, didn't he? So he must need some release...

Rockwell: I don't think other men react the way that you do, Hood.

Hood: You go ahead and tell yourself that, Adrian. But it's a lie...

*Houston has Duce back up now, bringing the tired champ up and taking him over with a cradle suplex! The ref is there once again... 1... 2... but Duce still won't keep his shoulders on the mat. Houston gets up, looking over at a slightly-rested Zybala, and takes Duce over there. They tag, with Zybala coming in to join Houston in giving Duce a double Russian leg sweep! Zybala then locks in an arm bar, working on Duce on the mat, as Houston goes back to their corner. On the other side, Byson has gotten up, having recovered somewhat from the shot he took earlier. He looks annoyed now, complaining to the referee about Zybala's tactics. Zybala, though, isn't listening, as he wrenches Duce's arm one more time before reaching back and tagging Houston back in. Houston gets up on the turnbuckle and leaps in, stomping on Duce's arm, doing more damage! The fans are cheering again, even as Houston sets up for his own superkick. Byson, seeing this, immediately rushes into the ring, grabbing at Houston, only for the ref to intercede. He pushes Byson back, while Houston watches him go. Suddenly, though, Houston is down, thanks to Duce springing off the mat and clocking Houston in the back of the head!!*

Rockwell: Did Duce have something in his hand??

Hood: I don't think so.

Rockwell: You always miss it!

Hood: No I don't! Honestly, I'm saying I didn't see anything this time! It just looked like a fist!

Rockwell: ....

*With Houston down, clutching his head in pain, Duce slowly rolls over towards his side of the ring. Byson is reaching out, anxious to be "the hot tag" at this point. Duce reaches up, tagging him, and Byson steps quickly through the ropes and rushes forward. He grabs Houston before he can fully get up and pulls Houston down by his trunks, rolling him up and hanging onto the tights!! The ref doesn't see it... 1... 2... Houston kicks out! Byson can't believe it. As Houston struggles to get up, Byson gets him again, sweeping his legs out from under him and grabbing them on the way down, holding both legs for the cover... 1... 2... and again Houston escapes! Byson slaps the mat, thinking he had it. Houston rolls to his side and starts to get up, trying to recover, as Byson comes for him once more, grabbing Houston by the head. He tries to roll Houston up, but Houston keep the momentum going, landing on top! 1... 2... Byson reverses... 1... 2... Houston reverses... 1... 2... and at the last second, the pin breaks apart, keeping either man from being pinned. They both pull themselves up, with Byson returning the earlier favor from Zybala and raking Houston's eyes! The ref shouts a warning, but neither team seems to be listening as the fight continues.*

Hood: Do we have an eye doctor on staff?

Rockwell: You mean an optometrist? Yep, we've got Dr. Yuvani Tran on call, one of our local contacts.

Hood: Good. Considering how many times people go to the eyes here, I'm sure she's got plenty of business from us...

*Byson is still in control, pulling the hurting Hosuton over and delivering a standing dropkick that sends him toppling back into the champs' corner. Duce has pulled himself up now, and reaches out, with Byson tagging him in. The two men come in and stomp a mudhole into Houston, driving him further into the corner. Duce then signals to Byson to step away. Byson grabs Duce by the arm and whips him towards Houston, with Duce hitting a running crossbody before sliding through the ropes. As Houston staggers forward, Duce completes the second half of Duce's Wild, springing off the top rope and flying in with a Zig Zag!! He covers Houston, hanging onto his legs... 1... 2... and Zybala is there to kick Duce, stopping the pin! The ref directs Zybala backwards, even as Duce gets up and follows, telling Zybala to stick to his corner like he's supposed to. Behind them, Byson has come under the ropes, choking Houston out!! Houston is kicking his legs frantically, even as Zybala tries to get the referee to turn around, but by the time he finally does, Byson has released the hold and is back on the apron.*

Rockwell: Byson, and by extension Duce, appear willing to take any shortcuts they can to remain champs.

Hood: That's exactly the right attitude to have. That's how you have long title reigns!

Rockwell: But it really doesn't endear you to the fans...

Hood: So? They'll still buy tickets to see someone fight you and lose, so we all win!

*Duce comes back over to where Houston is struggling to get up. He nails Houston with the D-Trigga (Knee Strike), sending Houston spinning back to the canvas! duce then reaches out, tagging in his brother and telling him to get Houston in position. As Byson holds Houston in place, Duce sets, calling his shot for the Krayzed Knee (Running Busaki Knee Strike)!! He says about honoring his uncle with this one, before starting forward... and Houston shoves Byson off and leaps forward, scoring Houston, We've Got A Problem (Superkick)!!! Duce goes down, as Houston starts to crawl towards Zybala, but Byson, the legal man, is quickly back and grabbing at Houston, pulling him up around the waist. Byson lifts, suplexing Houston over... and Houston releases, landing on his feet!! Byson gets up, trying to block Houston, but Houston does a magnificent flip right over Byson, reaching out desperately... and Zybala tags in!! The fans roar as Zybala comes in strong, approaching a backing-up Byson. Clearly remembering the damage done that cost him the X Division Title, Zybala charges at Byson, swinging like mad!!*

Rockwell: Zybala's fired up and looking for revenge!

Hood: Somebody stop him! I don't want to see any gold back around Zybala's waist, let alone new gold!

*Zybala sends Byson into the ropes and goes the other direction, springing back to nail Byson with Disrespect (360 spin into backhand slap)!! Byson staggers away, then turns around, only for Zybala to pull him down from behind and roll him over into the Annie Wilkes Special (Boston Crab/Ankle Lock combination)!!! Byson's yelling out, trying to fight off the agony in his ankle, as Zybala cranks back on the submission! But now Duce has come running back, catching Zybala with a shining wizard knee strike!! Zybala goes down, breaking the hold, as the referee tries to get Duce out of there. But now Houston is flying in from the top rope, crashing into Duce with a flying leg lariat!! Duce goes down, as Houston fights back to his feet. But Byson grabs Houston from behind, dropping with BK's Way (Whiplash Stunner)!!! The crowd gasps as Byson makes the cover... but Houston isn't the legal man! Instead, it's Zybala, who comes flying in from the turnbuckle with a swanton bomb onto Byson's back!!! Zybala bounces back up, turning and grabbing Duce, throwing him from the ring! Zybala then turns back to where Byson is starting to get up, picking him up into a fireman's carry, landing the Sound of Silence (Reverse Go To Sleep)!!!! The pin is made... 1... 2... Houston staggers into Duce's path to block him from returning... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... and the NEW GCWA World Tag-Team Champions... Ed Houston & Mike Zybala!!!

Hood: Well, son of a bitch...

Rockwell: They've done it! Houston's Golden Opportunity is cashed in, and now Houston & Zybala are tag-team champions!

Hood: That sucks. I'm sure Zybala cheated...

Rockwell: He didn't need the lights tonight, Hood! It was all about teamwork!

Hood: It was all about lucky breaks!

Rockwell: I'm sure Duce & Byson will get to regroup and come back for the belts, but for now, we're about out of time!

*We leave the celebrating champions to go to the garage area, where the camera zooms back over to the garbage area. We see the case of OWL is MUSTARD sitting there, once again tossed out without being opened. The note, though, has a new message: "See You Then". The camera zooms in tight on the scrawled message, possibly considering the sloppy handwriting, before pulling back away. We fade out.*

OOC: I don't know why, but this was a surprisingly difficult card to get completed, so thanks to everyone who sent in segments that made my job a little easier. One more show until Heat Wave IV! We'll see you next week!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, August 14th, 2020

From The GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Chad Vargas vs. Manny Cotti

Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban vs. The Greek Gods (Hades & Zeus)

Noah Jackson vs. Justice Orton-Cross

Mustard Factory (John E Depth & Jack Puffer) vs. Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning)

Rogue Daniels vs. Enforcer

Space Lord vs. Dylan Thomas

Jackson Hart & James Raven vs. Surprise Opponents

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, August 7th to Wednesday, August 12th, 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 - 2 roleplays, set to 750 words max for the PPV.

Good luck to all!