GCWA Friday Night Inferno


*There's been a lot of activity in the sports world as of late. The NBA 'bubble' season is finishing up, getting them to a playoff run. Major League Baseball is going again. College football is both shutting down and starting up, which should make the bowl season especially interesting this year. Oh, and there's hockey. So sports in America are working to make a recovery after one of the craziest years ever, and we can all hope that everyone stays safe and gives us the excitement of competition. But that brings us full circle, because the GCWA... never went away. We didn't shut down, we didn't back away, we've kept bringing you the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. And we hopefully will continue to run forward for some time to come. Look alive, get comfortable, and sit back, as it's about time for Friday Night Inferno!*

*The GCWA logo comes and goes, like it faded away in a strong breeze. The camera comes up on Jonathan Barrows, as he's standing in the middle of the dark room.*

Jonathan Barrows: It's been three weeks since the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament concluded, and the action has remained intense.

*Clips of the Zoom debate between GCWA World Heavyweight Champion Mack O'Connor and Warriors of the Ring winner Lissie Hope are shown, with Hope storming out after one particular comment from Mack.*

Jonathan Barrows: Slowly but surely, emotions have been taken over on our journey to Heat Wave.

*More clips, this time showing The Lost Soul describing his planned Unified X Division Title match with Chad Vargas. We cut to a shot of the GCWA World Television Champion, Ryot, getting ambushed by an unknown attacker. Finally, we see some of the interactions between North American Champion Chelsea LeClair and Jason Cashe, or more importantly, their respective locker rooms.*

Jonathan Barrows: As we head for New York City after tonight, what will be the final strategies for our wrestlers? Who will move forward with an upper hand in the mental wars with their adversaries?

*Alice Knight's OWL is MUSTARD case is shown, sitting in the trash can after an attempted delivery to The Big Bifford. We then see The A-List teaming up to attack Sports Entertainment Xpress, with Major Helmet unable to make the save.*

Jonathan Barrows: One more opportunity... to make an impression...

*We see Jackson Hart & James Raven winning a tag-team match easily. Noah Jackson is shown leading a CUNT chant. Blue Thunder strikes a heroic pose after a strong victory.*

Jonathan Barrows: Bring you best, because nothing else will do.

*Barrows smirks at the camera, as the darkness begins to close in on him. 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! The fans are looking pretty wild tonight, expecting some amazing moments on the final show before Heat Wave. We zoom in on the announce table, showing Adrian Rockwell & Hood.*

Rockwell: Hello, everyone! We're nine days away from GCWA Heat Wave IV, which will take us to a full year since the GCWA's grand reopening!

Hood: What a fucking year it's been, too!

Rockwell: Indeed. We're fully expecting five championship matches at the show, as well as some other personal feuds being settled. It's going to be a hell of a night! But to get there, we've got to get through one more Inferno, where we suspect a lot of intense actions will take place.

Hood: Like every week!

Rockwell: I don't know, Hood. I took a walk through the back earlier tonight, and the atmosphere just felt more charged. People are really starting to feel the pressure of the one of the biggest GCWA Pay-Per-Views of the year. Heat Wave has always brought the most memorable moments in the company's history, and I really feel that this one's going to be no different.

Hood: I think just from O'Connor and Hope, we're going to get a match that everyone is going to remember.

Rockwell: If both bring their A Games, I'm sure it's going to be the match of the year.

Hood: I can't wait to find out what else we're looking forward to, though. What a night this is going to be!

Rockwell: And it's going to be a full night, with seven matches as well as so much going on. Let's just get this rolling!



*"Ready To Die" hits the speakers and the fans cheer as Mike Zybala comes walking out from behind the curtain. He is wearing his tag title around his waist and makes his way to the ring.*

Hood: Can I get one month without Zybala being a champion? I'm tired of seeing him week after week.

Rockwell: I'm sure he will throw his next title defense just to make you happy...

Hood: Really? That would be awesome!

*Rockwell just sighed. Zybala gets in the ring and after grabbing a microphone from Minos, addresses the crowd.*

Zybala: I know that I'm not scheduled to be here tonight, but I have some big news regarding Outsiders. As some of you may know, there was a rumor about all of the Outsiders titles. Before I continue, can I please have Uber-Man come out here?

*Zybala looks up at the entrance way and waits. A few moments pass before "Hero" by Nickleback hits the speakers. The fans erupt in cheers as the TRUE costumed hero of GCWA walks out. He has the Outsiders World title around his waist and The X-Factor and Untied X-Division titles over each shoulder. He solemnly walks to the ring and places the titles on his shoulders in the ring and then enters. He picks up the belts and places them back on his shoulders. The music stops and Zybala is about to start talking again, bit Uber-Man grabs the mic.*

Uber-Man: Please don't take my titles Mr. Zybala! I didn't do anything wrong! I earned these titles in the Chamber match! Aunt April is yelling at me less because I'm able to pay rent on time! I don't...

*Zybala grabs the microphone back before placing a hand on Uber-Man's shoulder, who is on the verge of tears and hyperventilating.*

Zybala: Uber, calm down. You're going to be okay. I promise. You'll like this. Trust me.

*Uber-Man does calm down a little, but looks a little wary of Zybala. He's trying to fight back the tears.*

Zybala: I know that you fought hard to earn all of the belts. You started the match and ended it as the champ. That's one of the reasons why many considered it the match of the night at Warriors of the Ring. You deserve to be champ. That's why I'm not here to punish you by taking your titles away. I'm here to reward you.

*Uber looks confused, but excited now. Zybala motions towards the curtain for something and a stage hand comes running out, holding a duffle bag. He sprints to the ring and Zybala leans over the ropes to get the bag. The worker goes back up the ramp and Zybala continues.*

Zybala: You see, Outsiders has a deep roster full of many up and comers with untapped potential and talent. It would be unfair to all of them if one wrestler held all the belts. So in that train of thought, I am unfortunately going to have to ask you to hand over the X-Division and X-Factor titles...

*Uber looks sad again as he slowly takes off the titles and sadly hands them over to Zybala as the fans boo. Zybala places them on the ground. He picks up the duffle bag and starts to open it as he continues.*

Zybala: While you may be losing two titles, you will be gaining a more impressive title. Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present to your new Outsiders Championship Wrestling ULTIMATE Champion, THE UBER-MAN!

*Zybala pulls out a brand new title from the bag and hands it a crying Uber-Man. There is no way the hero can fight the tears. He just looks at the new belt in his hands as the fans explode with cheers and start chanting "You Deserve It!" Zybala waits for the chant to die down and continues talking.*

Zybala: The Ultimate Championship can only be won if someone has won all three Outsiders titles. So you won't have to worry about defending it just yet. You'll have enough of a task to keep defending the World title. Also, I plan on asking Jonathan Barrows for the okay for the holder of The Ultimate Title to cash it in as a Golden Opportunity, but who knows if he'll say yes. I hope he does. I always want my Outsiders to have the chance to prove that they can hang with the main roster.

What does that mean for the United X-Division and X-Factor titles? Well, after Heat Wave, we will be having a 8 person tournament to determine a new number one Contender for the Outsiders world title. The winner of the tournament becomes the new X-Factor champion and the runner-up becomes the new United X-Division champion. Keep an eye out for the brackets.

*Zybala drops the mic and picks up the X-Division and X-Factor titles. He holds them up high as Uber-Man does the same with his belts.*

Rockwell: So Uber-Man is the Ultimate Champion!

Hood: That should be Lord Allton up there...

Rockwell: Well, Allton will have his opportunity, same as everyone else in the tournament, to earn some more gold. But that's for after Heat Wave. For now, let's get down to our first match of the night!


Singles Match
Noah Jackson (1-0) vs. Justice Orton-Cross (3-3)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 5'3" and weighing 126 lbs... from St. Louis, Missouri... here is Justice Orton-Cross!!

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

Rockwell: Justice was noticeably quiet this week. I heard there was internet issues involved.

Hood: Isn't it sad how addicted we are to being online?

Rockwell: By the way, everyone be sure to join us on Twitter! @GcwaOnline!

Hood: Join us...

Minos: Her opponent... 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!"

"CUNT!"

"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: Noah has a new t-shirt out on the market, which you can see he's wearing tonight.

Hood: A great tribute to the GCWA!

Rockwell: He also was arrested for apparently leaving someone to die in his basement. How he got bail, I'll never know.

Hood: This company has a lot of pull when it comes to getting wrestlers out of jail.

Rockwell: That's true. Half our roster would probably be locked away by now without our excellent lawyers.

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: So for once, Noah has the major size advantage.

Rockwell: That hasn't always mattered when it comes to Justice, as she's already been part of the World Tag-Team Champions.

Hood: But without Enforcer out here to back her up, can she take down someone like Noah?

*Justice shows no fear as she approaches Jackson, standing up to face him. Noah, still wearing his t-shirt, looks down at her, smirking. He puts his hand out on his head, pretending to keep her away from him, laughing to himself. But Justice twists under his arm and gets Noah's leg, tripping him up with a drop toe hold! Noah gets up, surprised, as Justice runs off the ropes and comes back towards him, clotheslining him! Noah staggers back, but doesn't go down, as Justice goes back to the ropes. She rushes back at Noah, jumping at him... but Noah picks her up, tossing her overhead and over the ropes!! Justice hangs on, grabbing the ropes, and lands on the apron, but Noah is already spinning around and grabbing her by the head, smirking before he drops his weight, putting Justice's throat into the ropes!! She springs off, falling to the outside, as Noah gets back to his feet. He walks away, heading to the corner instead, where he slowly takes off the t-shirt, getting some cheers from the ladies in the audience. He lifts it up, shouting "$29.99!!" and showing it to the crowd, having a grand old time.*

Hood: You think that shirt was licensed by the GCWA?

Rockwell: Probably not, but that would explain why Jackson is pushing it so hard.

Hood: He'll need the money for his futural criminal case, too.

*After teasing throwing his shirt to the crowd before putting it in his corner (causing a few boos), Noah walks back over to where Justice is just starting to get up on the outside. Noah points to her, calling his shot. He acts like he's planning something big, bouncing in place, waiting for Justice to get to just the perfect position. Noah then... slowly leans over to the ropes, performing his Death Defying Leap! As Noah puts his hands down, though, beginning to slowly fall out of the ring, Justice reacts to him, jumping up and dropkicking him in the spine!! Noah falls off the apron to the floor, stunned, as Justice pulls herself together. She slowly gets up on the apron, staring at Noah, who is already getting to his feet. Justice charges from off the apron, leaping and catching Noah with a running bulldog from the apron, planting him on the floor outside!! Justice gets to her feet, angrily kicking Noah once before turning and going back into the ring, perfectly happy to have him get counted out.*

Rockwell: A little fire from Justice there!

Hood: Noah's trolling backfired slightly on him there, that's for sure, but this one is a long way from over.

Rockwell: The referee sure isn't slowing down his count, though, is he?

*The referee reaches 6, as Noah Jackson pulls himself to his feet, rubbing his head and acting like it wasn't much of a big deal. He looks into the ring where Justice is waiting to attack as soon as he comes in. Noah shrugs and reaches up, grabbing the ropes and sticking his head into the ring. He immediately pulls back, though, even as Justice tries to run forward with a double kick. Her miss allows Noah to grab her by the legs and yank her out of the ring, sending her flying to the side!! With Justice down, Noah gets back into the ring, dusting himself off and looking back over at the t-shirt nearby. He considers another sales pitch, but decides against it as Justice is already struggling back up. He turns and waits as Justice rolls in, then goes after her, landing a few stomps. He then hauls Justice up and whips her to the corner, knocking her into a seated position. He points at her, then starts up a "CUNT" chant, with the crowd joining in. Noah then runs forward for the C-Section, stopping short once again to laugh at Justice before kicking her between the legs!*

Rockwell: C'mon, ref!

Hood: Hey, it's a legal move, Adrian!

Rockwell: In what universe is that legal?

Hood: The GCWA universe, apparently.

*Justice slowly stumbles out of the corner, aching, as Noah runs to the ropes and comes back at a dead sprint, catching her with the Shark Frenzy (Sprinting One-Legged Dropkick To The Head)!!! Justice is down, as Noah makes the cover... 1... 2... but Justice somehow kicks out! Noah shrugs, enjoying the action as he gets himself up. He grabs Justice by the hair to 'help' her up as well, smiling at her before lifting her up and spinning her around in a fireman's carry, before tossing her down to the mat! Justice looks like she took a bad bump, as she's writhing on the mat in pain. Noah lets the referee check on her, taking a moment to search the crowd for anyone wearing his new shirt. He then turns back, shrugging and deciding to end it. He pushes the ref aside, grabbing at Justice's head... and Justice breaks free, grabbing him for Lights Out (RKO)!! But nope, Noah shoves her off, sending her off-balance away from him, and then charges, nailing her with the King Hit (Superman Punch To Back of Head)!!!! Justice collapses to the mat, out, with Noah confidently dropping on top of her, pressing down... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: I was honestly expecting a more competitive contest, Hood.

Hood: You can't always get what you want. But you try sometime, you might find, you get what you need.

Rockwell: You're seriously quoting me The Rolling Stones right now?

Hood: An amazing song from an awesome band.

Rockwell: ... I mean, you're not wrong... but...

Hood: Let's hear it for Noah Jackson, as he stays undefeated in the GCWA!

*Noah has already retrieved his t-shirt and is raising it high as if it was a championship. He starts up another "Cunt" chant as the crowd gets up to head to concessions. Maybe, if they're lucky, they'll find a place where this shirt is actually being sold.*



*The video comes up on a shot in the backstage area. We see Hunter Barrows walking along, sending off a quick text.*

Hunter Barrows: "Signing... with... Hope... and... O'Connor... set..."

*Yes, Hunter is one of those who says what he types out loud. This shouldn't be too surprising to anyone. Hunter finishes the message and turns the corner, almost running into someone. He manages to stop short, smiling as he sees the man standing in front of him.*

Hunter Barrows: Outcast! My man!

*Hunter reaches out his hand, with the two men sharing a brotherly shoulder bump of sorts.*

Hood: Whoa! It's the former GCWA wrestler, Outcast!!

Rockwell: Former Intercontinental Champ, Hardcore Champ, Internet Champ... he did almost everything here back in the day!

Hunter Barrows: So what brings you out here? You staying clean?

Outcast: I'm completely clean. Got a certificate from that rehab facility to prove it. Thanks for you guys sponsoring that.

Hunter Barrows: We like to help out former wrestlers going through tough times. It looks good in our press briefings.

*Outcast looks a little confused at that, with Hunter realizing what he just said out loud.*

Hunter Barrows: I mean, it's also for you, too, so you can better, you know?

Outcast: Sure. But now that I'm doing better... I could really use a job.

Hunter Barrows: Oh? I might be able to help with that. We could talk to Zybala, see if the Red Robin needs...

Outcast: No, Hunter, I mean, a job. With the GCWA. I'm good now. I'm ready to wrestle again.

*Hunter stops there, staring at Outcast, wondering for a few seconds if he heard correctly.*

Outcast: I know I've had some rocky times in the GCWA in the past, and well, every where I've ever been. But, look at me. now man, I've slayed that dragon and I've still got fight in me.

Hunter Barrows: You cleared rehab?

Outcast: Yep, easily.

*Outcast looks away at he says this, but Hunter doesn't notice.*

Hunter Barrows: You know what? A spot's opened up for the PPV on Sunday. We need wrestlers to face Noah Jackson for the Golden Opportunity contract. I've already talked to Aaron Warthog, and he's agreed. But he's not... true competition. Why don't I put you in there and give you a shot?

Outcast: That's all I'm asking.

Hunter Barrows: Just... don't let me down here, okay? I don't need my brother having another reason to give me a hard time.

*Hunter turns and walks away, as Outcast closes his eyes and smiles, happy for another opportunity. We head to commercial break.*





*The cameras wind down the hallways backstage before stopping at a closed door with the placard reading: CHAD VARGAS. The door opens and inside, The man, the myth, the legend, Chad f'n Vargas is seen relaxing in an easy chair watching the monitor. Who does this guy think he is? How does he get his own private dressing room area? Talent. Raw ability. Seniority. Money making. Are a few of the reasons, incase you're wondering. We get a close up of the television screen to see Vargas' latest adversary, current and soon to be former X-Division champion, The Lost Soul bumping his gums from last week's Inferno. Vargas chuckles. No selling TLS dumb ass comments. Vargas reaches for the remote and kills the television set by tapping the power button.*

Chad Vargas: You've got to be kidding. Social distancing? Face mask match? I'm not doing it. What the fuck is with these democrats in today's society. Scared shitless about what may or may not happen. Scared shitless over a bug with nearly 100% survivability rate. It's truly stunning. Face mask. My ass. It ain't happening. I'll get Barrows on the horn right now and back out of Heatwave. I aint work a fuckin' gay ass fAcIaL cOvErInG yet and I don't intend to start at Heatwave either! Who do these cock donkeys think they are!? Couldn't he have chosen a more manly match stipulation? I mean, we are men after all. Not a bunch of females. Face mask you've got to be kidding me!

*Well, clearly Vargas isn't to keen on the stipulation TLS chose for the X-Division championship. Vargas goes on and on working himself up. Suddenly, he stops. As if a light bulb goes off in his head. A smile forms on his face. He gets up from the chair and walks over to his duffle bag. He unzips the bag.*

Chad Vargas: You bitches want me to wear a mask? You got it.

*The cameras zoom in at his duffle bag. As soon as the white mask comes into the frame audible groans can be heard from the crowd. A collective ooohhh and awwws in disgust. The crowd quickly picks up a steady stream of boos. This isn't going to end well for The Confederate Icon if he pulls that mask out of his bag. Vargas smirks arrogantly.*

Chad Vargas: I am the GRAND WIZARD of professional wrestling after all! You pussies want a facial covering, y'all got one!

*Just then the door to his dressing room opens and in walks his agent Treat Cassidy. He glances around the room, making eye contact with his client and than peers down at Vargas' duffle. His eyes widen in horror once he makes out what the mask is.*

Treat Cassidy: Jeepers Creepers! Chad! You can't wear that thing are you insane!? You can't even have that! Get rid of it! What is wrong with you!? Goodness gracious why do you even have that!?

*Vargas seems taken back. He doesn't understand the big deal.*

Chad Vargas: He is requiring a mask in order to defend his title against me. He didn't specify what kind of mask.

Treat Cassidy: Holy cow!

*Cassidy rushes over to the bag and quickly zips it back up.*

Treat Cassidy: We won't make it out of this arena alive if you pull that out. I shouldn't have to explain this to you, Chad, but absolutely not!

*Vargas shrugs.*

Chad Vargas: I guess I'll have to go back to the drawing board.

*Cassidy shakes his head. He can hardly believe his eyes. His client has done a lot of questionable things throughout his career but yikes. Wow. Just wow.*

*Cassidy tosses his briefcase down onto the table and opens it up. He pulls out a gas mask from inside and tosses it to Vargas who quickly catches it.*

Treat Cassidy: That's more like it.

*Vargas looks the new mask over and sighs.*

Chad Vargas: I guess this will have to do. Mask or no mask, that X-Division championship is coming home with me!

Rockwell: OMG! Why did he have that in his bag? Chad Vargas is the worst form of human being.

Hood: Boohoo. I'm sure it was a joke. Don't get your panties in a twist!


Tag-Team Match
Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban (1-1) vs. The Greek Gods (Hades & Zeus) (0-1)

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: So we now know the Greek Gods like Taco Bell.

Hood: That's quite an endorsement for the company. I mean, you can claim gods enjoy their double decker tacos...

Rockwell: And cinnamon twists...

Hood: Eh, that always felt like a stretch to me. Stick to your main road, Taco Bell...

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 is 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, staring over at their opponents.*

Rockwell: Duce & Byson took a tough loss last week, losing the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles.

Hood: They were robbed. Even Houston & Zybala say so!

Rockwell: What? No they don't...

Hood: If they were honest men, they would. I hope Duce & Byson come right back and regain the titles! Strip Zybala!

Rockwell: ... and Houston?

Hood: Yep, him too. He shouldn't have partnered with Zybala!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Honestly, this is probably a terrible time for the Greek Gods to be facing Duce & Byson, as I'm sure they have a lot of anger to get rid of.

Hood: I doubt it's ever a good time for the Greek Gods to fight, well, anybody...

*Byson slaps Duce on the chest, working to get him fired up, although Duce still just looks pissed off. On the other side, Hades and Zeus both step through the ropes and start to approach, before they realize they're both trying to start the match. They point back and forth at each other, doing a spontaneous impersonation of the old Spider-Man clone meme. Hades narrows his eyes, pointing to himself to start the contest for his team. Zeus points to the sky, threatening to bring the lightning if he isn't given the honor of beginning the match. Hades points below, threatening to summon the fires of hell if he isn't the one taking charge of this one. The two brothers continue their stand-off, ready to unleash the powers of the Gods. However, the argument is stopped when a furious Duce Jones suddenly runs at both men, leaping high to score a double Superman punch that sends both of them flying!! Duce then drops onto Hades, making the choice for them by punching away at the Greek God, looking to destroy him!*

Hood: This is why you make these decisions back in the locker room...

Rockwell: Duce wasn't going to wait for them to finish their Biblical battle...

Hood: Biblical? Totally wrong religion there, Adrian.

Rockwell: What would be a good term? Mythological?

Hood: Idiotic.

*Duce has Hades hung up in the ropes now, keeping him hanging as he steps away. Duce then comes in, scoring Nice To Knee You (Swinging Knee Lift) that sends Hades crashing down! Zeus, trying to get up after that punch earlier, starts towards Duce, but the man is already moving, rushing at Zeus and crushing him into the corner with a running crossbody! Zeus staggers out of the corner while Duce lands on the apron. He springs back in, catching Zeus with the Duce's Wild (Zig Zag)!! Zeus goes rolling away, ending up outside the ring, even as Hades starts to get up. But Duce isn't giving anyone an opportunity in this one. He comes at Hades, starting The Juice (Shoot Kick to Chest, Spinning Backfist, Kick to Leg, D-Trigga combination)!! Every shot lands perfectly, leaving Hades laid out on the canvas. Byson can be seen still standing in his corner, applauding his brother's ruthlessness. He looks out over to where Zeus is still down on the outside and shrugs, dropping off the apron to head over that direction.*

Rockwell: Why's Byson leaving his corner?

Hood: Do you see the mindset that Duce is in? Byson's only chance at some action is probably outside the ring...

Rockwell: I will say, I don't see any sign that Duce wants to tag out at this point.

*Zeus is grabbing at the apron curtain, slowly getting himself up. He doesn't realize that Byson is standing behind him now, looking towards the ring. The referee is watching Duce hauling Hades up, so Byson drops and lands a low blow from behind!!! Zeus gasps, falling across the apron, shuddering from the hit he just took. Byson slowly turns him around, giving him a few pats to the side of the face before grabbing him by the head... landing BK's Way (Whiplash Stunner)!!! Zeus is out cold, with no fight left in him, as Byson casually makes his way back to his corner. In the ring, Duce is taking Hades over again and again with the Eye of the Hurricane (Series of Suplexes into Neckbreakers)!! It's amazing Hades is even still moving at this point, as his legs feebly kick on the mat. But Duce hasn't done enough yet, as he glares down at Hades, perhaps seeing either Houston or Zybala laying in front of him. He starts kicking away, beating up the unfortunate Hades, with even the referee looking like maybe he should call this one.*

Rockwell: You've got him down now, Duce! Just pin him!

Hood: He isn't satisfied yet, Adrian.

Rockwell: Well, then, save some of that for your eventual rematch! At this rate, he's going to kill somebody!

*Even Byson is looking slightly concerned now that he's back in his corner. He tries to get Duce's attention, offering to tag in, but Duce doesn't even look his brother's way. He slowly drags up Hades, who can't really stand on his own, staring at him. Duce smacks him across the face, asking if he still thinks his name means that Duce's career is in the toilet. Hades doesn't answer, probably because he no longer knows what's currently happening. Duce doesn't let up, though, lifting hades onto his shoulder and delivering the Final Tic 2.0 (Fireman's Carry Into Single Knee Facebreaker)!!! Hades is on his back, not moving, and the ref slides into position, but Duce still isn't making the cover. After taking a few deep breaths, Duce reaches down, grabbing Hades by the hair and dragging him back up. He works to hold Hades in place, eventually getting him to the point where Duce can nail him with the Duce of Clubs (Ripcord Headbutt followed by Knee Strike)!!! Hades collapses in a heap, with Duce leaning over him, a hand on the man's chest. The ref, seeing this, takes immediate advantage of it... 1. 2. 3!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban!!

Hood: That was one of the quickest counts I've ever seen...

Rockwell: I think the ref was just trying to save Hades' life at this point.

Hood: Pure decimation. I wouldn't want to be Houston & Zybala right now. Especially Zybala, I'd never want to be him...

Rockwell: The destruction is pretty total, as Hades may never be the same.

*Byson is in to celebrate with his brother, getting his hand raised by the referee. But Duce pulls away, then slides out of the ring, suddenly running around it. Byson watches, surprised, as Duce races towards Zeus, who's still down on his hands and knees. Duce flies in, scoring the Krayzed Knee (Running Busaki Knee Strike)!!! Zeus is now out, a pile of rubble on the outside, as Duce walks away from him. Byson slides out after his brother, staying near him and giving him a respectful punch to the shoulder. The two brothers walk away, leaving the referee to arrange help for the Greek Gods.*



*The camera is following a man in the backstage area. From behind you can't tell who it is. He has a hood up over his head and his face is facing the ground. Every step echoes in the hallway when suddenly NOAH JACKSON is sauntering down the hallway. The man bumps into Noah.*

Noah Jackson: Watch where you're going cunt!

*Noah doesn't break his stride as the man spins around and takes a few steps after him. Noah promptly flips him the bird and heelies off out of the shot.*

???: ........

*The man takes a deep breath and then turns back and continues to walk down the hall. As he turns a corner he sees JAMES RAVEN leaning up against the wall talking on his phone.*

James Raven: Keep it moving.

*James flippantly waves the man off, as he continues down the hallway. As he slowly approaches a door he pauses for a moment as his hand hovers over. He pulls his hand back, shakes his head and begins to walk down the hallway. Halfway down the hall the man hangs his head.*

???:......*Sigh*........ Fuck It.

*He quickly turns around and stands in front of the door again. Hand trembling over the door. With a deep breath he lowers his hand, rolls his shoulders and opens the door.*

???: Let's talk......

*The camera doesn't pick up anything else as the door closes as the camera focuses on the nameplate on the door. Mr. Barrows, as the camera fades.*





*The camera brings us back to the GCWA Arena, or more appropriately, the Barrows offices. The Accelerator wheels himself in, sticking to the doctor's recommendation of using his wheelchair whenever possible while his body is still healing up. You can't be too careful when you reach Ace's age. He goes towards his desk, not realizing at first that someone has followed him in. As Ace reverses to get behind the desk, he starts, before laughing to himself.*

The Accelerator: You've always been a stealthy son of a bitch, TLS.

*Ace extends a hand, with The Lost Soul walking towards him but stopping about six feet away. He doesn't approach to shake Ace's hand, and after a second Ace lowers it, nodding.*

The Accelerator: Sorry, boyo. Force of habit. So I take it you're ready for your match with Mr. Vargas?

The Lost Soul: As ready as I can be for a dumbass racist who wants to wear a KKK mask in New York.

The Accelerator: I'm glad Mr. Cassidy stopped that, or else I would have had to intervene. There have been enough protests in the country this year, we don't need one more on Sunday. So you know we're going to be putting your Unified X-Division Championship in a box at the PPV.

*The Lost Soul nods, already unbuckling his title from his waist. But The Accelerator holds up his hand, stopping him.*

The Accelerator: That belt you've got on, my friend? You can keep it. I just wanted to show you what you'll be fighting for.

*Ace nods to the side, where a case has been set up with a covering on it. The Lost Soul walks over, quickly yanking off the cover.*

The Accelerator: That's what will be on the line at Heat Wave. And from one ICWF veteran to another... I hope you're victorious.

*Ace nods to TLS, who is too busy studying the new championship to say anything. We go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: We've got some new gold!

Hood: First the Tag-Team Titles, and now the Unified X-Division Title! Where are they getting the money to put these belts together?

Rockwell: Well, business has been pretty good thanks to being one of the only sports entertainment organizations running during the Pandemic.

Hood: ... I'm putting my request in for a raise after tonight's show.

Rockwell: Good luck to you on that.


Singles Match
Manny Cotti (0-2) vs. Chad Vargas (11-8)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... approaching the ring... standing 5'7" and weighing 175 lbs... joined by Al Fredo and Link Greenie... here is Manny Cotti!!

*"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 has been trying to make inroads in the GCWA as of late, but the path has not been smooth.

Hood: Somehow I don't see today being any better, considering that Cotti thought Vargas had to be Spanish.

Rockwell: Can't get much more wrong than that...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 240 lbs... he is an OCW Hall of Famer, from Everclear County, Tennessee... here is "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!!

*Vargas comes out of the back to "Working Man" by Rush, wearing the same shiny robe seen at Warriors of the Ring. He's also got on the gas mask from earlier, covering his facial expressions. The boos are already coming his direction even as Vargas heads down the ramp.*

Rockwell: Is he going to do it again?

Hood: Hey, it would go over better here in Texas...

*Vargas gets into the ring, takes off the mask, nods to Minos, and then raises his arms to open the robe. The interior, as expected, is the Confederate Flag. Boos hit again, although there is clearly a little more support than Vargas got in Chicago. Vargas doesn't care either way, as he's pleased with the look.*

Rockwell: Vargas has been having some doubts as of late due to his struggles in the GCWA. Is age finally catching up to the Confederate Icon?

Hood: I don't think so, look at the shape he's still in! He's had some bad luck, but a run through TLS and getting a championship is the best thing for Vargas right now to get his confidence back.

Rockwell: Of course, Vargas is not much of a fan of mask wearing, so it will be interesting to see what he wears against The Lost Soul.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So will the rest of the Impasta Mafia try to get involved?

Hood: If they're smart, they won't.

*Fredo and Greenie don't look too interested in backing Cotti up, as they've already moved to the side to have a conversation with some of the fans at ringside. They appear to be offering their protective services, for a nominal fee. In the ring, Cotti seems to be trying a similar track, as he's talking with Vargas about a potential future business relationship between them. He points out that the Impasta Mafia could be available to help during a loose rules match like the one The Lost Soul is proposing. Vargas considers it for a moment, thinking it over. He then tells Cotti that he doesn't need the help of a WEAK ASS Skinny-Pants Pussy, then boots Cotti and drops him with the Snakeskin DDT!! Cotti appears to be out, laying face-down on the mat, as both Fredo and Greenie turn that way, looking shocked at their family member already being down. Vargas just stands over the smaller wrestler, annoyed at having to waste his time with a guy like this while he's semi-retired.*

Rockwell: I'm actually surprised that Vargas wasn't more interested in a team-up against The Lost Soul.

Hood: Vargas doesn't need other people to beat a guy like The Lost Soul, are you kidding?

Rockwell: Well, he certainly didn't make friends with the Impasta Mafia...

*Fredo and Greenie have jumped up on the apron now, threatening to come into the ring, as the referee moves to keep them out. Vargas walks over to where his robe is hanging, reaching into a pocket and pulling out what appears to be brass knuckles! Fredo doesn't see it, which means he doesn't have time to block as Vargas nails him with the Knoxville Knuckle Fuck, knocking him out!!! Fredo tumbles off the apron, as Greenie turns and looks at his fall. This is a strategic mistake, as he doesn't get out of range of the KKF! The second shot lands as hard as the first, taking Greenie out! The referee, completely confused, looks back at Vargas, but the evidence has already disappeared. Vargas turns back to a recovering Cotti, walking over to him and easily lifting him up into a gorilla press slam!! Vargas shows off for a moment before throwing Cotti down, showing that he's still got plenty of power to spare!*

Rockwell: Vargas is making quick work of the entire family tonight!

Hood: You see this, TLS? This Is Your FUTURE!

*Cotti struggles to get up, looking around to try and figure out what decade it is. He stumbles back into Vargas' arms, his eyes going wide, but it's too late. Vargas snaps him over with the Lethal Strike (Swinging Neck Breaker)!! Cotti is laying there, stunned, as Vargas considers whether to torture the man in a Figure Four Leg Lock for a while. But Vargas doesn't seem to feel like it, as he kicks away at Cotti instead. He then walks over to his robe and reaches into the other pocket... pulling out a TLS mask!! The fans start booing as Vargas comes back over to the dazed Cotti, pulling the mask onto his head!! Vargas then drags the now-masked man up, holding onto Cotti and showing him to the camera, saying that this is the future. After a few seconds, Vargas pulls Cotti back and locks him in, dropping with The Stroke (Forward Russian Legsweep)!!! Cotti's expression is covered up, but his body language says he's got no fight left. Vargas rolls him over and makes the cover, keeping it loose as he has no concerns about a kick out... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!!

Rockwell: A dominating victory for Chad Vargas, as he shows The Lost Soul a possible future event!

Hood: Time to put your money down on Vargas, people! Nothing less than a sure thing!

Rockwell: Will this be the start of Vargas' first championship gold in the GCWA?



*We flip to an outdoors shot. The camera zooms in, to where Tony the Spider is sitting in his car in the parking lot of the GCWA Arena.*

TONY: Just waiting for that phone to ring from Barrows so I can get this win.

*Tony reaches into his fanny pack and flips a hot cheeto into his mouth.*

Tony: Hahahahahahahahahahah.

Rockwell: Ummm... did anyone let Tony know that all wrestlers have shown up for tonight, so there won't be any stealing of matches?

Hood: Just let him sit there, Adrian. He seems like he's having a good time, anyway.

*Tony goes for another hot cheeto as we go to commercial.*





*We go back to the offices of the Barrows, where we see The Accelerator sitting in his chair, smiling broadly. He's dressed in what appears to be a nice suit, showing that he's really enjoying being back in charge again. There's a knock at the door, and Ace turns towards it.*

The Accelerator: Please, come in!

*The door opens and the GCWA North American Champion, Chelsea LeClair, walks in. There are some cheers from the audience as they're watching from the arena. LeClair walks up to Ace, nodding to him.*

Chelsea LeClair: You wanted to see me, Ace?

The Accelerator: That I did, Ms. LeClair. Come inside. I'm glad you brought your championship with you.

*LeClair looks down at the belt around her waist, touching it protectively for a moment before looking back at the patriarch of the Barrows family. The Accelerator lets out a chuckle, before reaching back behind him and pulling out a silk-wrapped package. He sets it respectfully on the desk in front of them, before slowly unfolding it so that LeClair can see what's wrapped inside.*

Rockwell: It's another new championship!

Hood: Hell, and it's damn good looking too!

*The Accelerator hands the belt gingerly over to LeClair, who takes it with a large smile. Ace hangs onto it for an extra second, though, staring at LeClair.*

The Accelerator: One stipulation, Ms. LeClair.

Chelsea LeClair: I figured there would be a catch.

The Accelerator: Nothing too dramatic, I assure you. It's simply that I would like to see this championship defended next week at Heat Wave IV. It deserves to be shown off, don't you think?

*Ace releases his grip, with LeClair studying the title before smiling and nodding. Both, though, turn their attention to the blast of static that suddenly comes from the monitor set up nearby. After a few seconds, the static clears up, and we see Jason Cashe standing in front of a doorway.*

Jason Cashe: LeClair, LeClair, LeClair... once again, I'm here at your locker room, but I knocked, and again nobody answered. From what I hear, you've been told by Ace that you need to defend that title. Maybe this is a good time for us to finally meet...

*Suddenly, a chair swings into view from behind, smashing into Cashe's back!!! Cashe goes down, disappearing from sight, as the chair comes up and crashes down again and again. Both LeClair and Ace are shown, looking shocked at what they're seeing.*

Hood: Holy shit!

Rockwell: Cashe just got cashed out!!! Who...

*The camera pans down, showing Cashe laid out on the ground. The chair is hovering over him. After a few seconds, the chair slowly pulls back, and we hear a crash as it's thrown aside. Two boots walk into the picture, nudging Cashe, who doesn't move. A familiar laugh is heard, as a hand comes down, waving for the camera to come up and focus on him. The camera slowly moves upwards, showing the powerful muscle tone of the wrestler standing before them...*

Rockwell: Oh my god!

Hood: Fuck yes!! He's back!!

Rockwell: The former champion!

Hood: The Sexiest Man On Earth!!

*A huge roar of surprise is heard from the people in attendance, as PerZag continues to look down at Cashe for a few more moments before turning to the camera with a big smile on his face.*

PerZag: Sorry about that. But I couldn't help watching recently at some of the... choices this guy made recently, and I couldn't very well stand by and watch him demand an opportunity for MY title when he might defile it in some way. No, Miss... LeClair, is it? You don't deserve competition like that. You deserve someone... Worthy... of the competition. And as you may know, I'm still owed a rematch in my contractual agreement. Isn't that right, Ace?

*Ace can be seen nodding, even though there's no way that PerZag could see his reaction. LeClair takes on a determined look as he focuses on the new threat to her championship reign.*

PerZag: I will be seeing you at Heat Wave, Chelsea LeClair, and I WILL have my championship back. It will be... a perfect night.

*PerZag smirks at the camera before walking away, leaving Cashe behind.*

Rockwell: PerZag is back! And he's challenged Chelsea LeClair for the North American Title!

Hood: You mean he's challenged LeClair for HIS North American Title!

*The Accelerator looks at LeClair, raising his eyebrows in a quiet question. LeClair takes another glance at her new championship belt, then looks back at Ace.*

Chelsea LeClair: Book it.

*LeClair turns and leaves the room, as The Accelerator settles back into his chair, smiling.*

The Accelerator: I love this job!

*Ace reaches for the phone to call and get the contracts set up, as we fade away.*


Tag-Team Match
Jackson Hart & James Raven (2-0) vs. Special Opponent (?-?)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... coming to the ring... 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: This never gets old!

Rockwell: Hart & Raven have been victorious twice so far since coming to the GCWA, earning them the Newcomers of the Month award for July. Tonight, though, they want real competition, and Jonathan Barrows has promised them a surprise tonight.

Hood: Man, I wonder who he signed? Hey, you think he signed Sarah Twilight & Lilith??

Rockwell: There would be a lot of GCWA stars that probably wouldn't be excited about that, despite their talent.

Hood: Wait, what about Perfectly Marvelous?? That would be tremendous competition!

Rockwell: Isn't Maurako with HOW now? And I think Paras is fully retired.

Hood: Never say never in the wrestling business... speaking of... what if it's THE EMPIRE?? Could we see Mike Best tonight??

Rockwell: That... would be shocking...

Minos: Their opponents...

*All of the fans' attention are set on the entrance way, anticipating something great. Suddenly, patriotic music from the 1940's begins to play, as the lights begin to flash back and forth, covering the arena. Hart & Raven watch closely as two people step out onto the stage, smiling to the crowd and waving. The crowd... doesn't know how to react.*

Rockwell: Ummm...

Hood: Who the fuck are these two?

Rockwell: That was going to be my next question, more or less...

Minos: Coming down the aisle... weighing a combined 412 lbs... from Washington D.C.... here are Memphis Belle and The Spruce Goose... the Patriots!!

*The crowd begins to boo, disappointed in this team, although they try not to let it get to them. Memphis Belle jumps up on the apron, smiling. She ends up doing the splits to gain their attention, earning a few cheers back. The Spruce Goose, meanwhile, pulls himself up and through the ropes, doing a quick parade march around the ring.*

Rockwell: Something tells me Hart & Raven aren't happy...

Hood: Okay, you know I support Jonathan Barrows 100 percent of the time... I have to say, it might be going to 99% right now...

Rockwell: This is not what Barrows promised...

Hood: But, hey! Maybe they're actually amazing! You can't judge a book by its cover!

Rockwell: The Spruce Goose just tripped...

Hood: Damn it.

*Memphis Belle comes over to help up The Spruce Goose, who waves her off and gets up himself, rubbing his sore knee. As he straightens up, The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Well, let's see what...

*Without waiting any longer, Jackson Hart & James Raven come in, letting their displeasure be known by starting the assault immediately. Raven takes Goose down with a running lariat, while Hart nails Memphis Belle with a dropkick. As Bell falls back into the ropes, Hart does a handspring off the other side and flies backwards, delivering The Hart Breaker (Lethal Injection)!!! Belle is down, stunned, even as Raven runs past them, hitting the ropes and charging back at Goose to get The Divebomb (Spear)!! You have to wonder if Raven chose to do that due to their opponent's names. Goose is clutching his stomach while kicking at the mat, not getting any chance to succeed. On the other side, Hart has brought Memphis Belle back up, looking towards Raven, who waves him on. He whips Belle towards him, with Raven nailing Belle with The F.Y.S. (Superkick)!! Belle collapses, while Goose struggles to get up. Hart, seeing him, goes outside to the apron. He springs up, using the ropes to fly in and take Goose down with On Tilt (720 DDT)!!!*

Rockwell: I think my original impression of the Patriots has been confirmed...

Hood: Maybe... Hart & Raven are just so good, they make everyone else look terrible?

*The fans are cheering on the series of moves, even if they're not pleased with the competition in front of them. Belle, to her credit, is somehow starting to get up even after the abuse she's taken. Hart and Raven turn to each other, both looking annoyed at this point. After a brief discussion, Hart steps over to Belle, pulling her up and getting her in the air to deliver The Royal Flush (Spin Out Powerbomb)!!! Belle is flat on her back, not moving, but Hart doesn't move to make the pin. He instead stands up, giving a frustrated wave to Raven to go ahead and finish things off. The Spruce Goose is still on his hands and knees, as Raven waits behind him, crossing his arms in impatience. Finally, Goose manages to start standing up, but Raven is immediately on him, dragging Goose back down into The Ravenlock (Triangle Choke)!!! It takes only a few moments for The Spruce Goose to start tapping like a madman, desperate to get free. The referee moves in, signaling for the bell and telling Raven to break the hold, which takes a few additional seconds before Raven is satisfied.*

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

Rockwell: So that was another squash for Hart & Raven.

Hood: I wonder if someone cancelled on Barrows? That's the most likely explanation...

Rockwell: Or he had no intention of risking a loss for Hart & Raven...

Hood: But he wants to keep them happy, doesn't he?



*Hart and Raven don't appear to be in any hurry to leave the ring, although they make sure to 'help' Memphis Belle and The Spruce Goose get to the outside. Hart then turns and gestures to the people at ringside, wanting a couple of mics.*

James Raven: You know I had hoped that you would be smarter than this Barrows. I really was. Did you think us asking you for better competition was really a question and not a demand?

Jackson Hart: We didn't come here to face enhancement talent week after week. We could have gone to EMF or Trinity wrestling for that. We came here because we were told BY YOU that your tag team division was among the best in the business, not that we'd know since you haven't given us a chance to actually face it yet.

James Raven: I know you are hiding in the back but get out here. If we have to come and find you it's not going to go how you want it to I promise you that.

*The silence is palpable as the crowd starts to work itself into a frenzy in anticipation for GCWA owner Jonathan Barrows. Hart and Raven remain standing in the middle of the ring looking angry and frustrated.*

Hood: You think Barrows is gonna show?

Rockwell: Absolutely he will. When he picked those two to face Raven and Hart he knew this was going to happen. He's prepared for this.

Jackson Hart: Let's go Barrows you deceitful dickhead.

*"Dangerous" by Within Temptation plays as the GCWA Co-Owner comes out to the ring. Barrows looks upset at the accusations coming his way.*

Jonathan Barrows: Gentlemen, gentlemen, there's no reason to get personal. I truly believed that the Patriots would give you a strong challenge, from what I've heard about them. Unfortunately, I was mistaken.

Hood: Jonathan seems very sincere. I think we have to take him at his word.

Jackson Hart: Bullshit.

Rockwell: Or not.

James Raven: There's no way you saw those two as challengers to us, unless you really have no respect for us as a team. Give us a challenge or we walk.

*Barrows looks at the two men, his mask cracking to show the anger that's going on underneath.*

Jonathan Barrows: So you want a challenge, do you? A challenge befitting your skills? I think we can arrange that. You know, we do not currently have a Tag-Team Titles match booked for the PPV next week. That should change, shouldn't it?

Rockwell: Is Barrows going to put them against the champs?

Hood: Yes! Take Zybala down!

Jonathan Barrows: So let's say it will be Hart & Raven… versus EVERY TAG-TEAM in the GCWA! It's going to be a Gauntlet match for the World Tag-Team Titles!

*The crowd roars at the announcement, realizing what a huge match this could be. Even Hart & Raven seem a little taken back by the surprise. Barrows is pacing back and forth, while looking at the two wrestlers.*

Jonathan Barrows: Houston & Zybala? Damn straight they're in. Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban? In! You know what, let's get the Mustard Factory in there with Depth & Puffer. And you know, I'm going to look for anyone else who wants to be part of history. You want a challenge? I'll give you boys a challenge.

*Barrows drops the mic and walks away, already getting out his phone to make some calls.*

Jackson Hart: About time.

*Raven and Hart stand in the middle of the ring clearly pleased with Barrows announcement while the fans eat it up. We head to a break.*





*We cut backstage to see Jonathan Barrows walking somewhere. To his office, the bathroom? No one knows. What we do know is that he gets stopped by the tag team champions, Ed Houston and Mike Zybala. They look a little perturbed. Barrows, seeing them, lets out a deep sigh.*

Jonathan Barrows: Can I help you gentlemen?

Zybala: Yeah. You can explain why you didn't tell us about the gauntlet match before your announcement. I know you're the boss, and I respect that, but a little heads up would have been nice.

Ed Houston: Classic Barrows. We should've expected this really. Finally have another success and you spring this on us.

Zybala: Hold on Ed. Let's give him a chance to explain himself before we start with conspiracy theories. Boss?

*Zybala looks at Barrows, waiting for some sort of reply. Barrows shakes his head, before forcing a smile on his face.*

Jonathan Barrows: Look, guys, you're right. I should have told you beforehand. It was more an 'impulse' decision, I admit. But I did it for the right reasons. In my view, you two are obviously the more dominant tag-team in the GCWA. I didn't figure you would have any problems showing the rest of the division the truth of the matter.

*This is blatant ego-stroking, but it seems to have an effect on Zybala. Houston doesn't appear as trusting. Barrows continues after thinking for a moment.*

Jonathan Barrows: Of course, as the champions, you should be given the right to increase your chances. So how about this? We'll add a special stipulation, as a favor to you. The rest of the teams will be drawn randomly for the Gauntlet match. But you, the champs, will get to enter last, giving you the opportunity to face a potentially weaker team. How does that sound?

*Barrows smiles, expecting this to be an easy yes to keep the champions happy. Ed looks at Zybala skeptically.*

Ed Houston: I don't know, Zybala. That still sounds fishy to me. What do you think?

Zybala: I kinda like it. Look at it this way. We're already the champs, right? We've proven that we are the best team. Why not let the other teams show their stuff? I mean, if we start first, we would essentially be burying the whole division when we win. This at least gives the other teams a time to shine before getting destroyed by the final bosses..

*Zybala looks at Ed to see if his theory makes sense. Houston nods slowly.*

Ed Houston: You know what, I agree. I still have my eye on your Barrows but we'll take the deal. We're the standard bearer of the tag team division. If they want these belts then the best should go through us.

Jonathan Barrows: Certainly so. If someone like Hart & Raven want to win the tag-team titles, they should definitely have to fight their way to you, rather than the other way around. Trust me, gentlemen, I'm sure this will work out splendidly. Now, if you'll excuse me...

*Houston watches as Barrows hurries away. Agreeing to something that Barrows has given him doesn't sit well, but his partner seems pleased, so Houston's willing to go along with it. We cut away.*

Rockwell: So now we know that Ed Houston & Mike Zybala will be the last team entered into the Gauntlet match at Heat Wave!

Hood: A perfect opportunity to guarantee Zybala doesn't win, and Barrows lets it slip through his fingers...

Rockwell: The champs deserve to have an advantage, Hood.

Hood: Would you be saying that if it was The A-List up there as champs?

Rockwell: Yes, I would.

Hood: I don't believe you...

Rockwell: Well, it's the truth. Let's go back to the ring!


Singles Match
Rogue Daniels (3-5) vs. Enforcer (3-5)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... coming out first... 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 has to be a little concerned about his Future Shock tag-team partner, Ryot, who was savagely attacked last week.

Hood: And we still don't know who did it?

Rockwell: Not that I've heard. You'd think Jones would have seen it pretty clearly, but I guess he's scared about talking.

Hood: That damn coward... let me get him on the phone, he'll have to tell... damn, straight to voice mail. Is he singing his voice mail message?

Rockwell: Dear god, turn that off!

Hood: Ugh. Damn Jones...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 275 lbs... from Brooklyn, New York... here is Enforcer!!

*"Natural Born Killaz" by Ice Cube and Dr. Dre starts playing throughout the arena. Smoke comes from the entrance way, filling it up. It seems more intense this time, as it completely obscures the view from the stage. The fans seem to like it, chanting for the fog to continue. Daniels watches, wondering what's going on.*

Rockwell: Something doesn't seem right.

Hood: How many smoke machines do they have going tonight?

Rockwell: It... wait, behind Daniels!

*As Daniels braces himself, waiting, Enforcer steps through the ropes, having seemingly come out of nowhere! The fans scream a warning to Daniels, who tries to turn around quickly, but he goes right into Enforcer's arms, as he takes Daniels over with a powerful spinning spinebuster!!! Daniels is down, even as Enforcer punches away at him, ignoring the referee as he signals for the bell to ring!*

Rockwell: Enforcer with the ambush, taking Daniels apart!

Hood: I'm proud of the ref for just starting this one, rather than worrying about the 'fairness' of it all...

Rockwell: It's a controversial decision in my view! But it's been done!

*Enforcer has Daniels up now, violently dragging him over to the corner and slamming Daniels' head repeatedly into the 'buckle! Daniels staggers out, but Enforcer is letting loose! He picks Daniels up in his arms, looking around before dropping backwards to give Daniels a fallaway slam into the corner!!! Daniels slumps to the ground, knocked senseless. Enforcer gets to his feet, still seemingly locked into destroying the man. He pulls Daniels up, showing no concern from any warnings from the referee. Withing a second, he has Daniels up again, lifting him easily and walking forward with Daniels in the air, before dropping him with a stalling brainbuster!!! Daniels flattens out, his feet barely kicking, as Enforcer gets back up. He glares down at Daniels, still not satisfied. He turns and goes to the turnbuckle, climbing up and waiting for Daniels to rise. As soon as Daniels is up, Enforcer leaps, scoring a clothesline from the top rope to spin Daniels 180 degrees around to the canvas!!*

Hood: What a clinic we're seeing!

Rockwell: A clinic? Enforcer ambushed the man, and now he's tearing him apart piece by piece!

Hood: Think this has anything to do with Enforcer's wife losing earlier tonight?

Rockwell: Maybe. Something's got Enforcer determined to destroy Rogue Daniels...

Hood: It looks like it would have been a good day for Daniels to be socially distant!

*Daniels is crawling on the canvas, reaching towards the ropes as if looking for a partner to tag in. There's no one there, though, as Enforcer stands up behind him, breathing heavily out of pure fury. He walks over, grabbing Daniels under the chin to painfully yank him back to his feet. Enforcer shoots Daniels into the ropes, waiting for the young man to come back before he presses him into the air, landing a pop-up powerbomb!!! Enforcer probably could make the cover, and the referee slides in as if expecting it, but Enforcer just pushes Daniels off and gets back up. He grabs Daniels by the back of the head and turns him towards one of the cameras, gesturing towards it. He starts speaking to the camera, telling everyone else to pay attention, because this is what happens when you overlook him. He shows Daniels to the camera, calling it basic natural selection! Daniels feebly tries to push Enforcer off of him, but Enforcer just brings Daniels around and drops him with the Death Penalty DDT!!! Daniels is motionless as Enforcer drops onto him, making the full cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: That was a complete slaughter, thanks to Enforcer taking Daniels by surprise.

Hood: The way Enforcer was wrestling, I doubt it would have made any difference if he'd come straight at Daniels. It wasn't his night.

Rockwell: Who knows, Hood? But Enforcer was definitely out to make a statement, and he clearly succeeded.

Hood: Well... he might want to add to it... I think we should get out of here...

Rockwell: What's he... oh damn, no, he wouldn't do it!



*In the ring, the referee has already been knocked down, sprawling out before rolling to the outside to escape Enforcer. But Enforcer's eyes are still on Rogue Daniels, hauling the man up despite him barely being conscious. He's got Daniels positioned now, turning him towards where the announce tables are located, while still standing in the ring. It looks like a powerbomb position, which has the crowd both on the edge of their seats and almost violently opposed to it at the same time. Enforcer calls his shot, giving a bitter glare down at Daniels before going to lift him up, planning to powerbomb him over the ropes and out of the ring, possibly all the way to the tables!!! He lifts Daniels up, starting to move forward, as the crowd starts to cheer... and suddenly a wrestler is sliding in behind him.*

Rockwell: It's Ryot!! The GCWA World Television Champion is back!!

Hood: What the fuck? I thought he was still hospitalized from last week!

*Ryot runs forward, clobbering Enforcer in the back with the Television Title to get him to drop Daniels off to the side!! It's a hard landing for Daniels, but without intervention, it would have been a lot worse! Enforcer stumbles away, getting to the ropes. He turns around, with Ryot clotheslining him to send Enforcer over the ropes!! Enforcer lands on his feet, though, keeping himself from the worst of the damage. He yells at Ryot, furious, as Ryot yells back at him.*

Rockwell: I think we need security out here! This could get out of control!

Hood: Yeah, and I need protection!

Rockwell: Ryot's signalling... oh, okay, here you go, Ryot...

*Rockwell lightly tosses a mic up towards the ring, where Ryot catches it with little effort. He turns it on, immediately yelling at Enforcer.*

Ryot: Did you think I was just going to let it slide, Enforcer? Or let you do to my partner what you did to me??

Rockwell: Wait, is he saying...

Hood: It was Enforcer who attacked Ryot last week!

Ryot: You made two mistakes last week, Enforcer. You decided to attack me from behind, and then you didn't finish the job! You wanted my attention? You've got it! But be careful what you wish for, because now I'm going to take this chance to make YOU the example to the world....

*Enforcer shakes his head at Ryot, swinging his hand as if swatting away an annoying fly. He starts to walk away, ignoring Ryot, but Ryot stops him with a yell.*

Ryot: Next Sunday, Enforcer! You and I! I'll even put the World Television Title on the line! If that's not sweet enough, you go ahead and pick the match, because it doesn't matter how we fight, I'll still be the one standing over you victorious at the end!

*Enforcer now has a smile on his face. He laughs to himself, before gesturing over at Hood, getting another mic tossed over.*

Enforcer: You just over-played your hand, just like I knew you would. You're about to become another one of the statistics, Mr. Ryot. You want to fight Sunday? Then let's do it right, so that you have no excuses. It'll be an Iron Man match. Thirty minutes alone in the ring with me. When I've beaten you 20-0, I'll have made my point to the Hopes and O'Connors of the world, and I will gladly retrieve that title from you. It's time to make you a believer.

*Enforcer turns and walks away, ignoring Ryot as the World Television Champion looks after him. Ryot seems to think about going after him, but decides to stay and check on Rogue Daniels instead.*





*The scene opens up at ringside, and inside the ring is a table and two chairs placed across from one another. With a beaming smile on his face, Hunter Barrows has a microphone in his hand, hyping the crowd up to get louder and louder.*

Hunter Barrows: Are you ready for a contract signing??

*The fans explode.*

Hunter Barrows: In just a few moments, we are going to be joined by our World Champion Mack O'Connor... and the challenger, the Warrior of the Ring 2020... Lissie Hope! Face to face, for the first time ever!

*The fans are going absolutely crazy now.*

Hunter Barrows: Let's take a look at how we got to this point.

*A video package begins with the World Championship match at Ultimate Showdown III, where Ed Houston defended his title against Mack O'Connor. After a thrilling match that had many close calls, Houston seemed to have the edge at the end as he went for Blastoff. But Mack got his knees up in time, then turned Houston's avoidance into a small package, shockingly getting the 3 count. Mack O'Connor became the GCWA World Champion on March 22nd, 2020.*

*It proceeds to Blood on the Battlefield on May 3rd, and Mack O'Connor retained the GCWA World Heavyweight Title, winning a Fatal Fourway match over Ed Houston, The Big Bifford, and Perzag. Crash Rodriguez made his return at one point, attacking The Big Bifford. Tony Savage also became involved with an attack on Houston and PerZag, which helped O'Connor keep the championship after a long match.*

*At Crescendo on June 14th, Mack O'Connor retained the GCWA World Heavyweight Title, defeating Chad Vargas. In a wild brawl that even involved fans attacking both superstars at one point, O'Connor survived, landing a Hollow Point/Claymore combination to keep the championship.*

*On June 26th at Inferno, Lissie Hope made her official debut and defeated Chelsea LeClair in the First Round of the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament. In an amazing main event match, both ladies put it all on the line to try and get the victory. After many close calls and near-falls, Hope got the win by landing the Crown of Thorns, moving on in the tournament.*

*On July 10th, Lissie Hope defeated Havoc in the Second Round of the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament. The main event featured a fierce match between two newcomers to the company. After many near falls, Hope got The Crown of Thorns off the top rope to get the victory.*

*On July 26th, after winning two matches earlier in the night, Lissie Hope won the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament, winning in the finals over The Lost Soul. The two exhausted warriors fought it out with everything they had left. After numerous near falls, the two ended up on the turnbuckle, where Hope was able to reverse into a Crown of Thrones off the top for the victory, earning her shot against Mack O'Connor at Heat Wave.*

*Post-match, the Barrows family came down to celebrate with Hope and handed her the Warrior of the Ring trophy. Mack O'Connor also sarcastically applauded before turning and leaving the penthouse suite.*

*Lissie Hope came to the ring to celebrate her Warriors of the Ring Tournament victory on July 31st. She called out Mack O'Connor, saying that she was there to conquer. Mack O'Connor closed the show with a response to Lissie Hope, bashing her while talking about his own success in tournaments. He seemed extremely confident in staying undefeated.*

*Hunter Barrows hosted a split-screen debate between GCWA World Heavyweight Champion Mack O'Connor and the 2020 Warriors of the Ring winner, Lissie Hope. During the discussion between the two wrestlers, O'Connor brought up Hope making it to the top only to lose after seven days, and asking if this was going to be the same. Hope angrily left the broadcast, shutting her laptop.*

Hunter Barrows: Now as you can see, there has been a lot of bad blood brewing from these two over the last few weeks. Are you ready to see it come to fruition??

Crowd: YEAH!

Hunter Barrows: Do you want to see a World Championship match of epic proportions!

Crowd: YEAH!

Hunter Barrows: Please give a warm welcome to the challenger... LISSIE HOPE!

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

I like when you get mad.

*Finally, the curtains spread and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, standing for a moment and taking in the mixed fan reaction. She still has a legion of support, mainly from the young female demographic who have followed her career and watched her ascend to the moon, being a mainstay in Women's wrestling. But there is still trepidation, as Lissie Hope, in the moment, is an outsider. She slowly saunters down the stage, not really acknowledging any of the cheers, nor the jeers, thrown in her direction.*

*Hunter Barrows offers her a seat in one of the chairs, but she stands at the moment.*

Hunter Barrows: And our World Heavyweight Champion... MACK O'CONNOR!

*"Vagabond” by the Greenskeepers hits. Mack O'Connor walks out on the stage and walks directly to the ring, dressed in jeans and a black tank top. He occasionally raises an arm to acknowledge and get a rise out of the fans. The World Championship is draped over his right shoulder. He smirks when he sees Lissie Hope standing in the ring, and he mouths some words to her but she is only staring at him with hate in her eyes.*

Hunter Barrows: So I'd like you both to take a seat here at the table.

*Without much resistance, the champion and the challenger follow the instruction.*

Hunter Barrows: Now what lies in front of you is--

*But before he can finish, Mack asks Hunter for the microphone. The fans hush to allow the champion to speak.*

Mack O'Connor: Good evening, Lissie. I hope you're having a better night than the last time we spoke.

*His words drip of sarcasm and Lissie doesn't even blink, just listening intently to what he's saying.*

Mack O'Connor: Now it seems to me like there's something brewing in that pretty head of yours. If there's anything you'd like to get off your chest, the floor is yours.

*Mack offers up the microphone, stretching it across the table. Lissie doesn't make a move for it. Instead, she grabs her portion of the contract instead. Hunter Barrows grabs the microphone from Mack.*

Hunter Barrows: So it seems like we want to get this over with as soon as possible.

*Lissie nods her head, not taking any of the bait. Mack smirks, before grabbing his packet.*

Hunter Barrows: On the last page, I need a signature from you both. This contract is binding.

*Lissie scribbles her autograph on the line. Mack smiles and follows suit.*

Hunter Barrows: This is official! At Heat Wave, Lissie Hope challenges for the World Heavyweight Championship against Mack O'Connor! Now let's see how these two superstars stack up!

*Hunter removes a notecard from his jacket pocket.*

Hunter Barrows: Lissie Hope stands 5'5 and hails from Co--

*But before he can finish, Lissie rises up from her seat and starts to exit the ring. Mack leaps up from his chair and intercepts her, and the tension starts to build now as the two begin mouthing words to one another! It looks like at any moment, they are going to begin trading blows! But instead... they simply stare each other down, as the camera fades to a commercial, the applause of the crowd becoming deafening.*




Tag-Team Match
John E Depth & Jack Puffer (1-0) vs. Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning) (0-7)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... weighing a combined 420 lbs... here are Thunder & Lightning... The Wrath of the Storm!!

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder comes out first, stopping on the stage and letting you a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. Lightning slides out after him, showing off the sparks between his fingers (none are seen). The two strike a few poses before heading for the ring.*

Rockwell: Thunder & Lightning have been really struggling as of late, and even calling their own shot hasn't worked.

Hood: Maybe it's time they considered a career change? There has to be something they could do to make some extra money on the side.

Rockwell: Like what, male strippers?

Hood: Ugh... something else...

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: Last time, Depth & Puffer proved that they could be a good tag-team.

Hood: They beat the Greek Gods, so let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Rockwell: Hey, they win today and they're 2-0!

Hood: With Depth dragging them there the whole time...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Time to see which team is ready for a victory!

Hood: If this was Depth & Puffer from OCW, this would be a much closer contest. But Depth has improved so much.

Rockwell: And so has Puffer...

Hood: Eh, I guess... I mean, he doesn't lose as much...

*Once again, Depth is going to start the match for his team, although Puffer looks like he's improving. Lightning walks towards him, dragging his feet as he walks. He puts out his hand, wanting a handshake with Depth, possibly with the addition of The Shock (Static Electricity). Depth reaches out, then yanks his hand back, smoothing back his hair. Lightning looks annoyed, having lost the chance at a handshake with a member of the Mustard Factory. He tries to grab Depth's shoulder, but Depth twists away, avoiding any spark. Lightning angrily tries again, but Depth kicks him in the gut with his rubber soles, bending him over. Depth then steps in, grabbing Lightning by the head and yanking him to the mat with a DDT! He makes the cover... 1... 2.. and Lightning kicks out in time. Depth gets up, shrugging, before turning and looking back at Puffer, who is already asking for the tag. After a moment, Depth comes over, tagging Puffer's hand. The fans cheer as Puffer steps in, looking ready to show the world why he's such a Good Detective.*

Rockwell: It's good to see Puffer exhibiting less issues from his head injury.

Hood: Nothing will ever bring all those brain cells back, though.

Rockwell: I don't know about that. Puffer looks pretty crisp right now.

Hood: As crisp as a potato chip, and just as easy to break.

*As Puffer steps towards Lightning, the man is up, raising his hands and begging off. He's saying something about not wanting to end Puffer's career, backing up. He's sliding his feet again, though, obviously charging back up. Puffer approaches him, daring him to lock up, and Lighting comes in... shocking Puffer! Of course, Puffer just looks at his arm where the static eletricity went off, with no damage done. Lightning, seeing the lack of damage, tries a swing, but Puffer ducks underneath it, then lifts Lightning up from behind, delivering an atomic drop!! Lightning stumbles forward, his rear stinging from the shot he just took. He gets close enough to Thunder for the man to tag himself in. He tries to jump over the ropes, but trips, flipping into the ring and landing on his back. Thunder winces and starts to get up, but Puffer is there, delivering a reverse DDT! Thunder's down, as Puffer gets to his feet and grabs Thunder's arm, dragging him backwards towards his own corner, where Depth is waiting to tag in.*

Rockwell: Good teamwork so far from Depth & Puffer.

Hood: Glad to see Puffer is following Depth's instructions tonight.

Rockwell: They're partners, Hood, equals.

Hood: Maybe Puffer thinks that...

*Depth gets tagged in, coming in and getting up on the second turnbuckle. He balances himself there, while Puffer hangs onto Thunder's arm, keeping him from getting far away. Depth jumps, dropping an elbow into Thunder's ribs! He makes the cover, as Puffer turns towards Lightning... 1... 2... but Thunder manages to kick out! Depth gets up, with Puffer already on the other side of the ropes reaching out. He tags Depth, bringing himself back in. Depth nods to him and pulls Thunder up, whipping him towards the ropes. Thunder rebounds and comes back, with Puffer catching him and delivering a spinebuster!! Lightning, seeing it, starts to come in, but Depth is arleady running at him, hitting Lightning with a forearm uppercut that knocks Lightning back through the ropes to the outside!! With Lightning taken care of, Puffer calls Depth over. He drops back, catapulting Thunder into the corner. As Thunder rebounds, Puffer jumps, hitting Under The Lights (Backstabber)!!! As Thunder pops up, Depth immediately catches him with The Rough Cut (Diamond Cutter)!!! Clearly Thunder's not going anywhere. Puffer rolls on top for the cover, with Depth standing over him... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... John E Depth and "The Good Detective" Jack Puffer!!!

Rockwell: Another victory for the Mustard Factory!

Hood: Well, at least Depth keeps winning. Guy deserves to be the Comeback Wrestler of the Year.

Rockwell: I can't deny that he's looking strong right now, especially teaming with Jack Puffer.

Hood: But will their winning ways continue?

*The referee raises both men's arms, with Puffer looking excited at having gotten another victory. For Depth, it appears to be expected.*



*We cut to the locker room of the A-List who are all sat around discussing what went down last week. Everyone but Dylan has smiles on their faces.*

Lord Allton: Dave, congratulations last week. Yes, we didn't get the win but....

*Allton shrugs, smiling widely.*

Lord Allton: We did EXACTLY what we set out to do. HURT SEX -again!

Dave Branson: Yeah, but who was the guy in the helmet?

Lord Allton: A minor complication. Admittedly, not one I anticipated, I didn't know these fools had friends but no matter. I'm adapting accordingly - do not be concerned.

Dylan Thomas: And now tonight? Space Lord gets his. How dare he stare down my darling wife like she's a piece of meat.

*Dylan stands up.*

Dylan Thomas: I'm gonna mangle Space Lord tonight. Big guy, you ready?

Dave Branson: Yeah.

*Dylan leans down and kisses Lissandra who then stands up to join him.*

Dylan Thomas: Babe.... I think you should stay here.

Lissandra Thomas: Absolutely not, I want a front-row seat of you beating that muscle-bound freak.

*Lord Allton puts his hand on Dylan's back.*

Lord Allton: We'll all go. You and Dave can be by the ring. I'll join Lissandra for commentary and Vincenzo and Tank will be right there with us. No harm will come to Lissie. I simply won't allow it. Sound good?

*Dylan nods and Allton pats Dylan on the back.*

Lord Allton: Off we go then.

*Dylan and Lissandra head out of the room first, hand in hand with Dave right behind them. Allton and his Family follow right behind. Dylan still looks sour as Lissandra kisses him on the cheek. Dylan notices a camera on the way to the ring.*

Dylan Thomas: Space Lord... You DO NOT bring my wife into this! The mother of my daughter! You've gone too far! And tonight.... I'm putting you down.

Hood: Uh-oh....Dylan is pissed and I don't blame him! Space Lord did go too far, focusing on Lissie. Poor Lissandra.

Rockwell: Too far? Space Lord looked at Lissandra as SHE got in his face last week. If anything he did well to not retaliate.

Hood: Lissandra is NOT a wrestler, Rockwell...

Rockwell: Well if she isn't a wrestler, why is she here?

Hood: Supporting her husband? Taking care of the day to day of the A-List?

Rockwell: Dylan VS. Space Lord, Main Event, NEXT!

Hood: With Lissandra and Allton on commentary. I can't wait. What an honour!

Rockwell: Brother....

*We head off to commercial.*





*We come back once more to the offices of the Barrows. Jonathan steps through the doors, looking a little worn out from all the attention he's gotten in the hallways about the Gauntlet match. The Accelerator is still there, turning his chair to greet his son. Jonathan notices, narrowing his eyes.*

Jonathan Barrows: Let me guess, you want to complain about the Gauntlet match, too, since I didn't clear it with the family.

The Accelerator: Well...

Jonathan Barrows: You know, some things aren't cleared through me. I didn't have any approval on Deana's wedding stunt, and look how that turned out! And Hunter's, well, I don't think Hunter's done anything except pushing interviews, which is good for him, but still...

The Accelerator: Calm down, son...

Jonathan Barrows: And Hart & Raven were pushing me, I felt like I needed to do something big, y'know? Something to stun the whole locker room. So if you think it's a bad idea, I don't care, we're going through with it!

The Accelerator: Actually, I think it's an incredible idea.

Jonathan Barrows: You do?

*Ace smiles and wheels himself out from behind the desk. After a second, though, he changes his mind, slowly standing up so that he can face his son eye-to-eye.*

The Accelerator: A Gauntlet match is very old-school. I definitely appreciate it when the strongest team gets to survive. So I support you 100%, Johnny.

*Jonathan, taken aback, can only give a short nod of appreciation.*

The Accelerator: That being said, I've already been approached by another team that would like to participate. I'd like to give them the same opportunity as the rest of the teams.

Jonathan Barrows: I suppose that can be arranged. Do I know them?

The Accelerator: Well, let's just say our two families have a history together. They call themselves... Sins of the Fathers...

*Jonathan, intrigued at the name, nods as Ace gives a small laugh. We head back to ringside.*

Rockwell: Looks like a new tag-team is going to debut in the Gauntlet!

Hood: Sins of the Fathers? Damn, now I really want to know more about them!

Rockwell: I'm sure we'll find out more as we head towards Heat Wave next week, but for now, it's main event time!


Singles Match
Space Lord (4-1) vs. Dylan Thomas (9-8)

**"Real Good Looking Boy" by The Who begins to play, getting the fans up to start booing. There are a few fans of Lord Allton in the arena, but the majority remember what The A-List have done lately. Lissandra heads out first with Lord Allton in his usual powered chair in tow. He really is a gentleman. The two head around the ring and head to the announce table.*

Hood: Make room, Adrian! The Lord and Lissie are here!

Rockwell: Stop trying to push me away from the table, Hood! There's room for all four of us.

Hood: Not if you take into account the space Lissie deserves!

*Lord Allton and Lissandra get settled in, with Hood enthusiastically greeting them.*

Hood: I'm so happy to have you both here!

Lissandra Thomas: Good evening, darling!

*The sound of Lissandra kissing Hood on the cheek can be heard*

Lissandra Thomas: Adrian.

Lord Allton: Hood! So nice to officially meet the Voice of the A-List. You obviously have taste. Lovely suit by the way.

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... first, coming out of the back... standing 5018 microlinks or 6'3" in Earth Measurements and weighing .74 lorlinks or 285lbs Earth Weight... from the Black Eye Galaxy... accompanied by "Thundering" Terry Marshall and Major Helmet... here is Space Lord!!

*"Space Lord" by Monster Magnet leads out Sports Entertainment Xpress. Space Lord is still nursing a sore leg, while Marshall still appears to have a tender arm. Major Helmet appears to have a dent or two in his helmet from last week. The three men head for the ring, set up to go to war tonight with their arch-rivals at this point.*

Rockwell: As of late, Sports Entertainment Xpress has struggled against the numbers of The A-List.

Hood: No, they've struggled against the GLORY of The A-List. By now, they should have already left the GCWA.

Lissandra Thomas: Thank-you darling! You're absolutely right. We'll get rid of them though. Also, What kind of name is Major Helmet?

Lord Allton: Not to take anything away from my friends but, I knew my plan would work. I'm a shrewd businessman. And look! He still can't walk properly!

Rockwell: I know Space Lord went looking for allies this past week. But it seemed like he may have come up short.

Hood: He should have listened to Kirk and gone for Worf.

Rockwell: Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam.

Hood: Yes, yes it is.

Minos: Marshall's opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 225 lbs... from Greenwich, Connecticut, but residing in Hollywood, California... here is "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas!!

*'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy starts up and Dylan Thomas emerges through the curtain and walks over to the commentary table. Lissandra stands up and plants a kiss on her man's lips. Dylan then shakes the hand of Allton and heads back to the stage, looking down at the ring.*

Rockwell: Dylan Thomas has made it a goal to take out Space Lord this week after what happened last week with Lissandra.

Hood: Exactly! You never put your hands on Lissandra!

Lissandra Thomas: You CERTAINLY don't! I'm a Queen!

Rockwell: But Space Lord didn't touch Lissandra, did he? He just glared at her, then attacked Dylan later when he got involved in the match.

Lord Allton: And he scared her to death. What is wrong with you, Adrian is it? You think he should be allowed to intimidate women? What a class act you are!

Rockwell: So, wait, where are the rest of The A-List? Wouldn't Dylan have them with him, just like Helmet & Marshall are with Space Lord?

Hood: Dylan Thomas doesn't need back-up, he could probably handle all three of these guys on his own!

Lissandra Thomas: You know my man could darling. Look at him! Simply Perfect.

*Dylan walks down the ramp, looking to the ring where Space Lord, Marshall, and Helmet are all waiting. Space Lord and Marshall look ready to fight, while Helmet looks a little more nervous. None of them are watching behind them, though, as Dave Branson, Vincenzo, and Tank all come sliding in, each armed with tire irons!!**

Rockwell: It's another ambush!! Turn around!

Hood: Don't listen to him, everything's fine!

Lord Allton: There's our boys! They just want a closer look at the action.

*Branson nails Helmet in the back of the head, sending the smaller man flying. His aggressive strike, though, alerted Space Lord & Marshall, both of whom spin around and block the respective tire iron shots of Vincenzo & Tank. They start fighting back, slugging away at the two men, with Marshall nailing Tank with a clothesline to send him out of the ring! Branson comes in at Marshall, swinging away, but Marshall is able to duck under the strike and fight back, managing to disarm the A-List Fixer. Space Lord, meanwhile, has Vincenzo in the corner, trying to choke him out, but Vincenzo goes to the eyes to blind him, causing the release.*

Rockwell: We didn't even wait for the match to begin, as it's an all-out brawl!

Hood: Get back in there, Tank! C'mon, Dylan! Wipe these guys from the entire galaxy!

Lissandra Thomas: Oh darling, that comes at Heatwave.

Lord Allton: That's it, Vinnie! Blind him! I've known Vincenzo and Tank for many years. They would do anything for me... and it shows. Look at this!

*Marshall braces himself, lining Branson up to go for Thunder Struck (Spinning Polish Hammer)! But Branson steps backwards, getting out of range, even as Dylan Thomas slides into the ring behind Marshall! He spins, trying to reverse the Thunder Struck course, but he can't avoid it as Thomas catches him with a throat punch! Marshall stumbles back, turning around into Branson's grasp, with Branson taking Marshall up and landing the FIXED! Chokeslam!! Branson stands over Marshall, looking down at him, as Thomas looks pleased. But he ducks out of the way as Space Lord suddenly comes running in, nailing Branson with a shoulder tackle! Vincenzo tries to come back to grab him, but Space Lord spins, nailing Vincenzo with a running big boot! With those two down, Space Lord turns back to Thomas, pointing at him, wanting to get his hands on the man. Thomas backs off, raising his hands, as Space Lord starts to come after him... only to take a tire iron to the leg, as Tank has returned!!*

Rockwell: Ouch, what a hit!

Hood: This is it! This is the end of S.E.X. as we know it!

Rockwell: The A-List is trying to make sure Marshall & Space Lord don't show up at Heat Wave!

Lissandra Thomas: Well, aren't you a genius, Rockwell?

Lord Allton: If they are smart, they will not show up. But boys that size don't have much brains do they?

*Dylan Thomas seems very pleased with the attacks, ordering Tank and Vincenzo to pull the injured Major Helmet up. Thomas wants to make sure he doesn't get involved in their business ever again. As Thomas moves in to attack, though, the lights suddenly change, catching everyone's attention.*

Lissandra Thomas: This is going grea- hey wait a moment!

Lord Allton: Do we have a power outage?

Rockwell: No, the power's not going out... the lights are just changing...

*The arena is covered in neon pink lights, "The Night Begins to Shine" by B.E.R begins to play of the PA and a giant spotlight shines at the top of the entrance way where the Cosmic Cowboy sits atop a horse!*

Lissandra Thomas: Who on earth is that??

Adrian Rockwell: It's him! The Cosmic Cowboy! Andy Wylde!!

*The Cowboy takes his cowboy hat off spinning it around his head and spurs the horse in the flanks and begins storming down the entrance ramp towards the ring! The Cosmic Cowboy hops to a standing position on the back of the horse with some fancy trick riding, and as the horse gets to the edge of the ring, the Cowboy leaps from the horse over the top rope, and takes down Thomas and Branson with a double clothesline!*

Rockwell: What a move!

Hood: Stay back, Lissie! Lord Allton and I will protect you!

Lord Allton: This isn't part of the plan!

*The lights come back up to normal and the music fades out, as the Cowboy rolls back to his feet. Tank charges the Cowboy, but the Cowboy ducks down and catches Tank with a back drop over the top rope to the outside. Tank takes a nasty fall, but pulls himself up quick, only to be nailed with a kick to the chest from the horse that sends Tank flying back into the security railing where he crumbles into a heap.*

Hood: Oh no! Tank!

Lord Allton: Not to worry, I have the best doctors in the business. Tank, get up!

*Dylan Thomas is back up to his feet and charges at the Cowboy, but the Cowboy reacts with cat like quickness, doing a lucha side step and pushing Thomas in the back into the ropes. Thomas comes off the ropes at a break neck speed, but runs right into a high drop kick from the Cowboy. Branson is up and comes after Cowboy but Space Lord and Marshall have made it to their feet. Marshall and Space Lord each grab an arm of Branson and shoot him backwards into the turnbuckle. Branson hits hard and falls to his butt. Cowboy turns and sprints towards the corner, jumping up and coming down with bronco buster on Branson.*

Lissandra Thomas: Who IS this guy?

Rockwell: A man who's come to the aid of Marshall & Space Lord!

*The crowd is going crazy with cheers as Sports Entertainment Xpress and the Cosmic Cowboy are gaining control. From the bronco buster the Cosmic Cowboy pulls himself right up to the top rope. The Cowboy points out to the crowd and the cheers become louder, the Cowboy pumps his arm and then leaps off with the Falling Star (Flying Elbow Drop) onto Thomas!*

Lissandra Thomas: No! Dylan!!

Hood: He's a husband and father, goddamnit!

*Thomas is rolled out of the ring where he is grabbed by Tank, who is still suffering the effects from the horse's kick. Branson has rolled out of the ring and joining the rest of the A-List in retreating up the entrance way. The Cosmic Cowboy, Space Lord, Major Helmet, and Terry Marshall have all now joined in the middle of the ring, ready for more action. The Cowboy calls for a mic and one is tossed to him by a ringside attendant.*

Cosmic Cowboy: OOOOOHHHH YEEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!

*CROWD POP*

Cosmic Cowboy: I'm the tower of power, too sweet to be sour. I'm funky like a monkey. Sky's the limit and space is the place! If war is what you want, war is what I'll bring. I know the match the whole world, Jupiter, Saturn, Venus... or anywhere else is waiting for, so why don't we just do it, uh huh. I'm thinking it looks like there are four of us in this ring, and four of you on the floor, so how about we have us a little eight man tag team match at Heat Wave?

*The crowd begins to cheer, and the A-List look at one another and shake there head yes. The Cowboy smirks and hands the mic to Terry Marshall.*

Terry Marshall: Don't get too cocky just yet A-Hole List. See Brother, when you think you have all the answers, we change the questions dude. So, at Heat Wave this eight-man tag won't just be a match, no it is far beyond a match, it has turned into a war. So, I'm saying we go to the match beyond, at Heat Wave we are having a WAR GAMES MATCH!!!

*The crowd pops at the announcement of the match. Terry Marshall drops the mic as "Night begins to shine" by B.E.R begins to play over the PA. The Cosmic Cowboy, Helmet, and S.E.X play to the crowd.*

Rockwell: The gauntlet has been laid down! Lissandra? Lord Allton?

Lissandra Thomas: SHUT UP, ROCKWELL!

Hood: Yeah, Adrian, shut up! This is a travesty!

Lissandra Thomas: Is he serious?

Lord Allton: Oh he's serious........... Give me a fucking microphone!

*Lord Allton rips off his headset and heads to the centre of the stage. Lissandra looks on as Tank, Dave and Vincenzo crowd around Lord Allton. Lissandra sees Dylan walking back up the ramp.*

Lissandra Thomas: Excuse me, gentlemen... My husband needs me.

*Lord Allton looks down at the ring like his face is fit to burst, while Lissandra heads to support Dylan. He puts his arm around her to walk better. They join Allton and the rest of the A-List on the stage.*

Lord Allton: OK! You bunch of circus freaks want us that badly? You really want to be put out of action that badly?! You want a war games match at Heatwave?!

*Lord Allton looks around at the crowd to build up the suspense while Dylan mouths off.*

Lord Allton: You've just made your beds and now you're gonna lay in them! WE GODDAMN ACCEPT! But it's your fucking funeral!

*Dylan, Dave and Vincenzo all nod and point at the ring in anger. Lissandra kisses Dylan on the cheek and Allton throws down the microphone in anger. The camera then focuses on a red-faced Lord Allton who mouths the words 'I hate you!'*



Rockwell: We're about out of time! We'll see you next week in New York City!

Hood: This is going to be so great!

Rockwell: Good night!

*The camera switches to a single image, before we fade out.*

OOC: That gets us to hell week for Heat Wave IV! Thanks to the tons of work this week in making the stories come alive. It's going to be an awesome show! Good luck to everyone!

GCWA Presents - Heat Wave IV!

LIVE! Sunday, August 23rd, 2020

From Madison Square Garden, New York, NY

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

The Big Bifford vs. Alice Knight

Noah Jackson vs. Aaron Warthog vs. Outcast, Golden Opportunity Triple Threat match

The A-List (Dave Branson, Dylan Thomas, Vincenzo Larossia, & Tank) vs. Sports Entertainment Xpress (Space Lord, Terry Marshall, The Cosmic Cowboy, & Major Helmet), War Games match

Ed Houston & Mike Zybala(c) vs. Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban vs. Jackson Hart & James Raven vs. John E Depth & Jack Puffer vs. The Sins of the Fathers vs. The Greek Gods vs. The Impasta Mafia vs. The Wrath of the Storm, GCWA World Tag-Team Titles Gauntlet match

Ryot(c) vs. Enforcer, GCWA World Television Title 30-Minute Iron Man match

Chelsea LeClair(c) vs. PerZag, GCWA North American Title match

The Lost Soul(c) vs. Chad Vargas, GCWA Unified X-Division Title BLC match

Main Event

Mack O'Connor(c) vs. Lissie Hope, GCWA World Heavyweight Title match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, August 14th to Thursday, August 20th, giving you 7 days to post two roleplays. 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!