GCWA Friday Night Inferno


*Just when you think 2020 can't throw you for a loop again, we have hurricanes, more racial protests, NBA boycotts, and all during the Republican National Convention. This is a year that really doesn't give you a break. I'm fully waiting for asteroids taking out the moon in September, which is going to suck for all the werewolves out there. The world is damn insane right now, but that's no reason not to sit down and enjoy your favorite wrestling broadcast! Okay, okay, as long we're in your Top Five, right? Good. Let's get to it!*

*After the GCWA logo fades away, dramatic music begins to blast across the speakers. We start seeing images from last Sunday, as a voiceover begins.*

Jonathan Barrows: It was proclaimed as the biggest show of the year for the Global Championship Wrestling Association. It did not disappoint. Legends returned, showing that they still had that indefinable quality that makes superstars great...

*Images of Outcast wrestling for the GCWA for the first time in decades are shown, with Outcast shocking everyone by 'sobering up' quickly and getting the pin on Aaron Warthog to earn the Golden Opportunity. We switch to Marcus Ka'Derrion, coming out with Xavier Lux. We see shots of the GCWA Hall of Famer and the NWL star working perfectly together, getting several eliminations during the Tag-Team Gauntlet.*

Jonathan Barrows: Wars were raged in several different environments, with everything on the line.

*Shots of the brutal Iron Man match between Enforcer and Ryot flash by, ending with Enforcer holding up the newly-won World Television Title. We switch the War Games, with some of the craziest spots in the match shown. Parts are made black-and-white due to excessive blood loss. We see Sports Entertainment Xpress standing triumphantly. Finally, we see moments from the BLC match, mainly some of the biggest explosions and fireballs, ending with TLS' low blow on Chad Vargas to stay champion.*

Jonathan Barrows: Battles between some of the biggest names in the sport inspired the masses... and sometimes shocked them...

*The powerful fight between North American Champion Chelsea LeClair and PerZag is highlighted, especially with the surprise ending. We see more of the Tag-Team Gauntlet, with Jack Puffer's sudden, destructive assault on his own partner, John E Depth, followed by Anderson Haze putting Depth away with the Haze Effect. Some of the battles between Haze & Zolton and The Sins of the Fathers are shown, followed by Jackson Hart & James Raven going at it with the Tag-Team Champs, Ed Houston & Mike Zybala. We get a previously unseen view of Duce Jones attacking Zybala, forcing Houston into a Handicap match. Finally, we see Noah Jackson & Shawn Warstein coming out to join Hart & Raven after the match, congratulating them.*

Jonathan Barrows: In the end... we saw the potential end of one legend... and the birth of a new one...

*The entrances of Lissie Hope and Mack O'Connor (focusing heavily on the singing lyrics of Puff Daddy) flash by. We see some of the furious action, although much of it is saved to entice the fans to purchase the PPV replay. A still image shows one of the last moments, as Hope takes Mack down with the Crown of Thorns. We see a shot of Hope celebrating with the World Title, confetti falling around her.*

Jonathan Barrows: The GCWA has now completed its one year journey. But just because you've completed a run around the sun, that doesn't mean the journey is over. We will continue. We will thrive. And we will survive. Welcome to Year Two, ladies and gentlemen. It's only going to get more intense from here.

*Barrows steps into view, the smirk on his face directed squarely at the camera. Per usual, the darkness starts 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. Crown of Thorns. Each as impressive as you would expect. In the center of the flames, an image of the current GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, Lissie Hope, appears, looking ready for all challengers as she stares confidently into the lens. The fury of the flames overtakes the champion, as she 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! You can tell it's a post-PPV show, as the fans are more rabid than usual. They're screaming like banshees, jumping around and enjoying the freedom of another wrestling event. With so much going on in the world, it's just great that you can trust in the GCWA! We flash past the fans and head to ringside to join Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the end of Year One, and the beginning of Year Two in the New Era of the GCWA!

Hood: Fuck, we made it! I just won $20!

Rockwell: From who?

Hood: Lurrr bet me a year ago we wouldn't still be here.

Rockwell: But... Lurrr isn't here...

Hood: No, but the GCWA still is... right?

Rockwell: Did he specifically say the GCWA, or just "we"?

Hood: I... but he meant...

Rockwell: I think you owe Lurrr $20, Hood.

Hood: Damn it!

Rockwell: Still, the GCWA is running strong, folks! We've just had an epic PPV, one for the history books! We've got a brand-new World Champion in Lissie Hope, ending Mack O'Connor's long reign at the top! We've got a new GCWA World Television Champion in Enforcer! And we've got new World Tag-Team Champions in Jackson Hart & James Raven!

Hood: Three title changes in one show, and it should have been four! That cheating Lost Soul...

Rockwell: TLS and Chelsea LeClair both survived, hanging onto their championships and proving their worthiness to hold the belts.

Hood: One of them did, yes...

Rockwell: We're expecting a lot of aftershocks here tonight, as many wrestlers look to recover from the battles that took place last Sunday. But a lot is on the line tonight for those who can recover in time. The Beat The Clock Challenge is back!

Hood: Back? Have we ever had it here in the GCWA?

Rockwell: I'm sure we've used it at some point...

Hood: You don't know for sure?

Rockwell: Just go with it, Hood. Tonight, five matches will take place. The wrestler who wins in the quickest time will be named the #1 Contender to the GCWA World Heavyweight Championship, and will get the first shot at Lissie Hope!

Hood: I figure this one is going to be all Dylan Thomas. He's fired up tonight!

Rockwell: I'd say Chelsea LeClair has to be the odds-on favorite.

Hood: Or PerZag. He wants some revenge after LeClair screwed him over last Sunday with that pin.

Rockwell: Duce Jones has been angry as well, while Justice Orton-Cross may have the edge by being the freshest competitor.

Hood: But it'll be Dylan Thomas. A-List Forever!

Rockwell: We will find out later tonight!



*The camera focuses on Minos, who is standing in the center of the ring.*

Minos: Ladies and gentlemen... the NEW... GCWA Heavyweight Champion... 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 GCWA's Warrior of the Ring, and current GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, Lissie Hope.*

I like when you get mad.

*A montage of her victories over the last few months starts playing over the tron. Beginning with victories over Chelsea LeClair and Havoc, it transitions into the Warrior of the Ring with quick cuts of offensive exchanges with John E. Depth and Terry Marshall, and an extended sequence with the Lost Soul, ending with her raising the Warrior of the Ring trophy.*

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

*The montage switches to a face-off in the contract signing with Mack O'Connor, and then promotional shots of Heat Wave. More quick cuts of the huge back and forth action between the competitors, with the crowd getting louder and louder. It finally ends with Lissie landing the Crown of Thorns, and making the cover for the three count. She raises the title in the air as the confetti falls around her.*

I'm the bad guy.
Ha!

*Finally, the curtain spreads open and Lissie Hope appears at the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face. She raises the championship belt up for the world to see, and sprints down the ramp and slides in. Raising the title again, she is feeding off the energy in the crowd.*

Rockwell: I can't even hear my own thoughts right now, Hood! This crowd is electric!

Hood: I don't know if everyone is still riding the high from Heat Wave, or if they are just so excited by the changing of the guard here, but you're right. This ovation is surreal.

Rockwell: It's interesting, because Lissie Hope is not the nicest person in the world.

Hood: You can say it, man. She's a bitch.

Rockwell: But she's just so damn charismatic and a figure of resilience. Just so damn relatable!

Hood: This run she's been on this last two months, it's really impressive. And as you saw on the tron...

Rockwell: THE CHAMP... IS HER!

*Lissie raises the microphone up to her lips but she is drowned out by the sound of the crowd. She places her hands on her hips and lets it ride out, mouthing the words "thank you" and taps both her chest and the steel plate of the brand new World Championship belt. She raises the nameplate up to the in-ring camera, running her finger along the inscription of her name. Finally, the crowd begins to die down and she raises the microphone up to her mouth.*

Lissie Hope: From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

*This draws a cheer of "LISSIE! LISSIE!" *

Lissie Hope: The work doesn't stop now. Just winning this title belt after everything I've had to overcome; it's not enough. It's not enough for me, and it's not enough for any of you, either. The man who held this belt captive for six months, that's what it meant to him. That's what kept him satisfied. He was happy being a casual observer up in that press-box as everyone in that locker room busted their asses for just the chance to eat from his plate. He watched all of you, my fellow challengers, give your blood and sweat and he did it with a drink in his hand and a sarcastic applause if anyone gained an inch. But let me tell you something, GCWA -- that shit stops here.

*The crowd explodes.*

Lissie Hope: All of you who watch us and idolize us, that shit stops now! I didn't fight my ass off for this belt just to hold it hostage! I'm here to do what I always do... I raise the game! You all deserve more than you've been given, and I'm going to show you what a real champion looks like! What a real champion represents! And just winning this belt is not enough... I'm not satisfied yet!

*Her emotion has everyone in the arena going absolutely apeshit.*

Lissie Hope: And I won't be watching the show tonight from the suites. I'm watching all of the action tonight with my eyes on five very capable contenders who all want a shot to take this belt from my waist. Because I don't dismiss anyone. I'm not Mack O'fuckin' Connor.

"LISSIE! LISSIE!"

Lissie Hope: That's a promise to all of you. And to Duce Jones, and PerZag. Dylan Thomas and Justice Orton-Cross and my old friend, Chelsea LeClair. Bring your A-game tonight, y'all. And do what Mack failed to do last weekend... beat that clock! The atomic clock ticked down second by second for him, but it's only just started for all of you. It doesn't matter who comes out looking the best at the end of this thing, because I'll be ready to defend this strap against you when the time comes. But just remember, this is probably the biggest opportunity you guys have had in a long time... and don't let the seconds tick by on you like it did for him...

*The fans are still deafening.*

Lissie Hope: This is your moment.

*A pause.*

Lissie Hope: Don't blow it.

*"bad guy" hits again as Lissie drops the mic. We cut back the announce table.*

Rockwell: Lissie Hope is going to be watching closely tonight, to see who becomes her first challenger...

Hood: I bet everyone in the back is inspired now... especially Dylan Thomas!

Rockwell: It's truly going to be a magnificent evening. For now, though, we're starting off with a Grudge match! A few weeks ago, Blue Thunder won his debut by taking down Aaron Warthog. Tonight, they face off again!


Grudge Match
Blue Thunder (1-0) vs. Aaron Warthog (5-19)

Minos: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a Grudge Match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

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

Rockwell: Aaron Warthog back in action!

Hood: Unfortunately.

Rockwell: You have to admire this man's gumption. He never gets down. Always ready for a fight!

Hood: That's what intelligent people call 'an idiot'.

Minos: From Charleston, South Carolina...standing 6'1 and weighing in at 330lbs...Aaron Warthog!!

*Warthog paces around the ring, snorting and shaking his head. Like a caged animal, this dude is ready to be let loose so he can wreck someone's shit *

Minos: And, his opponent...

*Invincible by Two Steps from Hell blasts over the GCWA Arena PA. The fans leap to their feet...this man hasn't been around much, but he's already gained a following. Because, ya know, that's how Super Heroes roll. BLUE THUNDER appears on stage...he poses for the fans! They go wild. He marches down the ramp *

Minos: From Megalopolis...standing 6'3 and weighing in at 240lbs...he is BLUE THUNDER!!!

*Thunder pauses at the bottom of the ramp. He spots an adult stepping in front of a kid at ringside. This just isn't right. He heads over to take care of the situation *

Rockwell: Don't you just hate it when adults ruin a child's moment at an event like this?

Hood: Why? Kids have to learn to grow up at some point!

Rockwell: Makes me sick. Stepping in front of a helpless kid like that...c'mon, man! Have some decency.

Hood: Where's the kid's dad? At the concession stand getting drunk? Taking a piss break? I know I'd be taking one during this match.

Rockwell: I'd be careful how you speak about a superhero, Hood.

Hood: Man, if this guy were really concerned about doing things here in GCWA he'd be called Orange Thunder.

*Thunder approaches the man. The man extends a "BLUE THUNDER RULEZ" sign, asking for an autograph. Blue Thunder places a calm, but firm hand in the man's chest and pushes him aside. He then bends down and gets eye level with the young boy. The young boy hands him a recently purchased BLUE THUNDER comic book and pen. Blue Thunder happily signs the cover and gives the kid a thumb up. The kid responds with a very enthusiastic thumb up and smile in return. Blue Thunder then returns his focus to the ring. The fans pop. "THUNDER! THUNDER!" *

Rockwell: Yes, you are hearing these fans chant Thunder. And, no, they are not chanting for one half of Wrath of the Storm.

Hood: Nor are they chanting for Hurricane Laura.

Rockwell: Good point. Well wishes to all our fans down in the Beaumont area.

*Nearing the ring and slightly distracted, Thunder hears the war cry of a competitor. In this case, it sounds more like a high pitched squeal. He turns, but not in time...the giant, rotund body of Warthog hurls itself through the ropes and at Blue Thunder! It's a direct hit!!! He squashes Blue Thunder into the ground, landing right on top of him! The fans gasp. The bell sounds. Minos exits the ring *

Rockwell: Warthog not wasting any time!

Hood: Well, he did lose to a guy who gets half of his income from a social security check at Heat Wave so, ya know, I'd assume he's a little annoyed.

Rockwell: Warthog, like so many others in GCWA, just can't ever seem to hold on to momentum.

Hood: Maybe the dude should lose some weight.

Rockwell: No way! That would ruin his appeal.

Hood: The guy has NO appeal.

*Warthog rises to his knees and clobbers Thunder in the chest with several double axe handles. The ref watches from inside the ring, hesitant to begin a count. Warthog rises to his feet and stomps around, looking very much like the animal after which he is named. Thunder tries to sit up but Warthog drops to a three-point stance and charges forward with the lowest cross body in the history of wrestling, slamming Thunder back into the ground. The ref finally begins a count by yelling 1!!*

Rockwell: It's all Warthog at the moment.

Hood: Guy Pearl Harbored Blue Thunder...considering Blue Thunder is a hero...that's like a double whammy.

Rockwell: You have to keep your head on a swivel once you reach that ring, Hood. The competition in GCWA is too fierce to ever let your guard down.

*The ref yells "2!" Warthog stomps around, doing more of what will soon be affectionately known as WARTHOGGING. He stops upon hearing "THREE!" yelled from inside the ring. He's not that dumb. So, he grabs Blue Thunder, picks him up and throws him inside the ring before sliding in behind the hero. The count is broken *

Rockwell: I guess Warthog wants to win this thing in the ring.

Hood: He may not be totally dumb but he's still kinda dumb.

Rockwell: Well this IS a grudge match, Hood. Grudge matches aren't exactly settled via count outs.

Hood: A win is a win.

*Warthog's giant gut smothers Blue Thunder as he makes a pin attempt. 1! 2! NO! KICK OUT!! Blue Thunder kicks out with tremendous force, tossing Warthog off of him. Warthog pops to his knees, eyes wide with a crazy expression...he shoots his head to the right, then to the left. He snorts. Blue Thunder rolls onto all fours. Warthog crawls over and head butts Thunder in the ribs...but Thunder does not yield. Warthog crawls around before popping to his feet and standing over Thunder...he delivers a double axe handler to Thunder's back. This does not force Thunder to relent...he rises to his feet, gathering strength from the crowd which is firmly behind him *

Rockwell: These fans have Blue Thunder's back and he is responding!

Hood: Fuckin superheroes, man. They should be outlawed from competing.

Rockwell: Hey, a few superheroes here and there aren't too bad. Keeps things lively!

*Warthog hooks Blue Thunder from behind, around the waist. He tries to life Thunder up, but Thunder blocks it! Warthog tries again...but Thunder reaches down, grabbing Warthog's hands. He pulls them apart...Warthog is helpless...he can't stop the thunderous momentum!! Blue Thunder breaks free to a huge ovation. He turns around and dodges a lariat from Warthog...Warthog stumbles past Thunder and turns around only to get met in mush with a spinning heel kick!!! Warthog drops to both knees...Blue Thunder, showing tremendous grace, balance, and athleticism leaps into the air and smacks Warthog in the side of the head with an enziguri!!! Warthog falls onto the mat, face first. The fans chant "THUNDER! THUNDER!" *

Rockwell: And Blue Thunder is in total control!

Hood: Warthog needs to crawl back into his hole, lick his wounds.

Rockwell: It's just tough, fighting a super hero.

Hood: I mean, no shit.

*Blue Thunder drops a leg across the back of Warthog's neck. The GCWA 'star' remains down. Blue Thunder pops to his feet and heads to the nearest corner...he hops onto the second buckle, measures Warthog up and leaps off with an elbow drop across the back of Warthog's neck!! He pulls Warthog over, onto his back and hooks the leg. The ref slides in. 1! 2! KICK OUT!! *

Rockwell: Warthog with enough energy left to kick out!

Hood: I think he had a flash back to the old man pinning him at Heat Wave and spasmed.

Rockwell: Outcast isn't THAT old.

Hood: Man, that dude was main eventing GCWA when I was rushing my fraternity.

*Warthog snorts and pounds the mat with his fists...he's trying to regenerate. Blue Thunder pops back to his feet, calmly. He's got this. Warthog charges at Thunder from his knees with a spear...but Thunder catches Warthog in a front face lock...he quickly transitions it into a neckbreaker!!! They hit hard! Warthog grabs his neck in pain. Thunder is already back on his feet, snaring Warthog by the hair, yanking him off the mat and positioning his head, yet again, under his arm. This time he delivers a swift and devastating Good Over Evil (Cross Rhodes)!!! Warthog has been put down. Blue Thunder makes the cover. The ref slides in with the count. 1! 2! 3!!!! The bell rings *

Minos: Here is your winner...BLUE THUNDER!!!!

Rockwell: Strong win for Blue Thunder as he settles the 'grudge' with Warthog.

Hood: Another loss for Warthog...what's new

*Back on his feet, Blue Thunder has his hand raised to a strong ovation from the GCWA audience *

Rockwell: These fans are firmly behind Blue Thunder. His run in GCWA is just beginning.

Hood: Yea, well, I mean he is a super hero so I guess he's a threat.

Rockwell: No doubt. We've got a few months until Fright or Flight...I'm sure Blue Thunder will be a key figure by the time our next Pay Per View rolls around.

Hood: Well, he's certainly got the outfit for a Halloween themed show.



*We cut backstage to the GCWA arena parking lot where a limousine pulls up. A few seconds go by and Dave Branson steps out, causing the arena crowd to boo. Next steps out Lissandra in a beautiful silver dress - is it new? We can assume so, Lissandra loves her new dresses, followed by Dylan, Tank and Vincenzo Larossia. Where is Lord Allton? Well... the camera zooms in to the inside of the car and we find him laying down on the backseat in a rather humiliating position on his back.*

Lord Allton: For god's sake Billy! Hurry up and move my legs. Dave, Tank, Vinnie...please retrieve my chair from the boot.

Vincenzo Larossia: The what?

Dave Branson: He means the trunk.

Vincenzo Larossia: Oh right.

*The heaviest lifters of the A-List go around back of the limousine and open the boot (trunk) and get Allton's chair around to him. At this point Bill has Allton sitting up on the edge of the car seat, being held steady by a helpful Lissandra. Bill then helps Allton transfer into his chair and Allton looks annoyed and grumbles.*

Lord Allton: ....Thanks, boys. Thank you Lissandra - that's the last time that I get out of my chair to ride in a limo. Too much fucking hassle. Bill, watch the car.

Dave Branson: Well, we can always get one fixed up for ya.

Lissandra Thomas: A wheelchair accessible limo!

Dylan Thomas: Yeah, I mean we modded the jet right?

Lord Allton: That's very true. I would appreciate that... Let's look for one to modify soon.

Lissandra Thomas: After Dylan's win, tonight.

*Dylan then reaches into the back of the limo and retrieves some washing up gloves and begins placing them on. On the way into the arena, Allton looks round at Dylan, confused.*

Lord Allton: Um... what are you doing?

Dylan Thomas: Washing up gloves are rubber. Rubber doesn't conduct electricity. Lightning can't shock me tonight!

*All other members of the A-List shake their heads.*

Lissandra Thomas: Take those off. You cannot wrestle in washing up gloves!

Lord Allton: Absurd.

Dylan Thomas: Oh come on, Lissie!

Lissandra Thomas: No.

Lord Allton: You're going to destroy Lightning tonight, so what does it matter?

*Dylan says something in response to Allton whilst ripping off the gloves and throwing them to the ground as we fade out.*





*The opening riff of "It's Going Down" hits the arena speakers, sending the fans into a frenzy. Soon after Jackson "Jax" Hart and James Raven slowly appear at the top of the ramp, the tag titles around their waists as they take in the awe of the crowd. Shawn Warstein gets a massive pop as he makes his way out with a raised eyebrow glaring at the back of Hart's and Raven's heads; Warstein takes a look around at the manic crowd. Noah Jackson pops his head out with a disgusted look on his face and wiggles a pinkie in his ear; Warstein turns to Noah and the two exchange words pointing up at the speakers as Raven and Jax walk in almost slow motion to the ring. Noah disappears behind the curtain as Shawn stands at the top of the ramp with his arms folded, suddenly the music cuts and Jax and Raven stand still as if their strings have been cut, a voice comes over the PA.*

"Hey what are you doin-"

*The loud crack of an open palm hitting a fat cheek thunders from the speakers.*

NOAH: "Fucking put this on, cunt... Is this a fucking iPod Nano!? What kind of rinky dink operation is GCWA!?"

*The three on the ramp stand still and along with the crowd just stare into space as the sound of ruffling and feedback buzzes through the arena. After a minute or so "Down with the King" by RUN DMC blares and Shawn gets hype as fuck; bouncing on the ramp stirring the crowd into another frenzy. Noah rushes back onto the ramp, a little out of breath, he and Shawn embrace before bopping their heads to the beat and making their way to the ring as the other two stare at them in disbelief. Noah begins a "CUNT" chant and as he gets closer to Hart, Jax throws his hands down and rushes backstage. Warstein urges Noah to give chase as he himself tries to go to the ring but Raven holds him away.*

Rockwell: "What the hell is going on?"

Hood: "If I had to take an educated guess, it looks like they didn't decide on a stable theme yet and one duo wants to get the satisfaction of entering the ring to their theme."

Rockwell: "I see... Both great songs."

Hood: "Oh I totally agree."

*As Raven holds Shawn away from the ring, his feet kicking, the song switches back to "It's Goin' Down" and James almost suplexes Warstein away and runs to the ring! The crowd give alternating chants for each man as Shawn grabs Raven's ankle which causes "The People's G.O.A.T" to fall to the floor, Shawn begins to crawl over his prone body as "Down with the King" plays again but Raven rolls back up and pulls Warstein away. A voice comes over the PA again as the music stops again.*

NOAH: "Fuck off cunt!"

JAX: "Noah! Back off!"

NOAH: "Or what, cunt? You'll hit me!?"

*A quiet thud is heard.*

NOAH: "ARGH! MY NOSE!"

*"It's Goin' Down" plays and Raven makes a dive grabbing the apron but like a fish on a line, Warstein drags him away; Hart looking gassed makes his way through the crowd and hops the barricade to the ring BUT the music cuts off as "Down with the King" plays once more. Jackson falling over the fans in the seats as he barges his way through the crowd with a manic smile and bloody nose, Shawn cheers Jackson on as Raven has him in a headlock.

*"The Hardest Worker in GCWA" leaps over the barricade but catches his foot and falls onto the ground motionless; Jax cringes and goes to check on him but Noah was playing possum and pokes Hart in the eye before failing to kip up, he tries again and nails it but as he's about to get into the ring, the music stops. Everyone falls quiet and goes completely still.*

Hood: "It's like musical chairs..."

*The team exchange looks at one another in the silence until a song comes through the PA. "Blockbuster Night" by Run the Jewels plays and each competitor slowly starts to bob their heads in rhythm before giving a smile; Raven releases Shawn and the two go shoulder to shoulder towards the ring as Noah allows Hart to enter first but Hart refuses and insists Noah to enter which he does after feigning politeness for a nanosecond. *

Rockwell: "Well, looks like they came to an agreement."

Hood: "But who played the song?"

*The four men walk around the ring bouncing to the song, as Raven and Hart climb the turnbuckles slapping titles and Noah climbs up to the middle rope holding a hand up to the crowd. Shawn paces back and forth before eventually calling for a mic. He gestures to kill the music as the other three climb down and stand next to each other. *

Shawn: Well if I'm not a sight for sore eyes. I'm sure some of you out there were happy when I left abruptly. I'm sure all of you were getting sick and tired of hearing me shout out that the GCWA wasn't good enough for me.

*The crowd begins to rumble.*

Shawn: Or that there wasn't a single person in this place that was on my level. Then it happened... I failed. I know, I was shocked too. I came in with my confidence at an all time high, only to be bitch smacked down to reality. I now know what the fatal flaw was in my grand plan and I have now taken the proper steps to remedy those flaws.

*Shawn rubs his hand through his hair and shrugs. *

Shawn: I was distracted. I was spinning one too many plates. It happens. Ego gets the better of all of us at one point or another. I thought I was untouchable. I thought I was the best person in Warriors of the Ring...

*The crowd begins to chant for the new World Champion. *

Shawn: And I still believe that I am.... no I don't believe that I am.... I KNOW I AM! What everyone is forgetting is that right now at this moment.... I am free of distractions. I've put the blinders on for this place. Just think for one moment. If I advanced that far without really trying.... What's going to happen next? Sure I could come out here and stomp my feet and demand a title shot, but even I know that I can't just go demanding things from people I have put down for the better part of two months. I'll start from the bottom, but wait and watch for the meteoric rise to the top. This is for all the champions... excluding the two of you... keep your eyes forward, you don't want my full attention.

*The crowd once again begins to chant for Lissie Hope.*

Shawn: SHUT UP! This right here right now isn't about the luckiest bitch on the planet. No this right here is about the four of us... Do you see what is right in front of your eyes?

*Shawn walks over and places an arm around the shoulder of Noah.*

Shawn: Noah FUCKING Jackson. The hardest worker in the industry. The heelie wheelin, VB stealin', T-Shirt poppin', panty droppin'... Sickest Cunt on the planet. My son... My living.... breathing... LEGACY.

*Noah wipes an imaginary tear from his eye and thanks the crowd. Shawn then looks over to Raven and Hart. *

Shawn: And what else needs to be said about these two? They showed everyone what they are at Heat Wave. They are the definition of professional wrestling right now. Unlike all of the people in back, on Twitter, or in the stands right now... when they talk... You fucking listen. They said they wanted a challenge. They begged. They pleaded for a challenge only for Barrows to toss them aside, Barrows didn't know what he had. Didn't realize that he was dealing with the living embodiment of the GOAT Status and the future of this industry just soaking up all of his.... knowledge. James putting his own Legacy on the line with Jackson Hart.... and god damnit if they didn't live up to the hype. An entire division here not only got put on notice... but was dismantled in the same night.

*Shawn looks over the trio and smiles. *

Shawn: But why are the four of us standing here in the ring? United for one goal. But what is the reason why the four of us came together. Are we friends?

*Noah vehemently shakes his head 'No'.*

Shawn: Simply put we are four men looking to Build...

*Shawn points to Jackson Hart.*

Shawn: Further Establish...

*Shawn's hand drifts over to Noah Jackson.*

Shawn: Remind...

*His hand gets to James Raven. *

Shawn: And Rebuild....

*Shawn's hand ends up finally pointing to himself. *

Shawn: Our Legacy.

*Shawn drops the mic to the ground and takes a step backwards as all four men stare out over the crowd each man with a grin on their face.*

Rockwell: A lot of intensity there, as this group of warriors looks like something that every other wrestler in the GCWA should take notice of.

Hood: It's the beginning of a dynasty, Adrian, I can feel it!


Beat The Clock Singles Match
Justice Orton-Cross (3-4) vs. Memphis Belle (0-2)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is for The Beat The Clock Challenge! First, standing 5'7" and weighing 140 lbs... from the great country of America... with her partner, The Spruce Goose... here is Memphis Belle!!

*Patriotic music from the 1940's begins to play, with Memphis Belle making her way out onto the stage with a large smile. The Spruce Goose is behind her, waving the American flag, which gets a few cheers from the crowd even though they don't seem to invested in the team. Memphis Belle doesn't seem to notice, though, blowing kisses to the crowd as she walks down the aisle.*

Rockwell: Memphis Belle and The Spruce Goose were brought in as 'surprise' opponents for Jackson Hart & James Raven. It did not go over well.

Hood: I do like watching Memphis Belle make her way to the ring, though...

Rockwell: We'll see if Memphis can do any better in a singles match, as she had the opportunity to steal this one from Justice here tonight and fight for a World Title shot.

Hood: Memphis Belle vs. Lissie Hope. That's just terrifying.

Minos: Her opponent... standing 5'3" and weighing 126 lbs... from St. Louis, Missouri... accompanied by the GCWA World Television Champion, Enforcer... here is "The First Lady of the GCWA" 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. Enforcer is standing behind her, making sure to stay back and allow her to have her own entrance. 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. Enforcer stays on the outside, applauding his wife.*

Rockwell: Justice told the world that she deserves to be in the table matches, the ladder matches, and the like...

Hood: I'd hate to see the First Lady get hurt, but I admire her for wanting to fight.

Rockwell: Justice issued an open challenge to anyone who wants it, and promised that if no one accepted it, we would see a side of her that no one has seen yet.

Hood: I'm going to be a gentleman and not mention the side I would like to see...

Rockwell: Good idea, bad execution, Hood...

*Justice looks ready to go, knowing that time will be of the essence in this one. As soon as the Bell Rings, she's headed for Memphis Belle.*

Rockwell: Here we go! Justice and Memphis will be setting the bar for the rest of the competitors!

Hood: We need some quick roll-ups, so we can get The First Lady vs. The Blackheart!

*Memphis Belle, to her credit, doesn't back down from Justice, meeting her in her charge and locking up with her. Memphis uses her size to move Justice backwards for a few steps, but Justice then suddenly releases and steps to the side, throwing Memphis off. Justice then gets a drop toe hold, dropping Memphis to the ground as she twists her leg back, applying a knee lock submission! Memphis Belle is immediately in pain, struggling to get free, as Justice works the leg. But after a couple of seconds, Justice releases the hold, rolling backwards to flip herself back to her feet. As Memphis starts to get up, Justice rushes her, grabbing her by the head and getting a sitout facebuster!! Justice dives on top, holding the legs... 1... 2... but Memphis Belle kicks out! Both ladies get up, with Justice immediately striking at Memphis Belle again, getting her back to the ropes. She shoots Memphis to the other side, then meets her on the return with a leaping drop kick, planting Memphis on her back. Justice dives on top again, trying to hold her down... 1... 2... No! Memphis somehow kicks out in time, making Justice angry as she gets her back up.*

Rockwell: In a way, this style of match works against Justice, as she's very skilled at technical wrestling. She's having to ignore the temptation to apply multiple submission holds and go for the pins.

Hood: Yeah, but Memphis Belle doesn't exactly look like someone who could withstand a lot of pain anyway...

Rockwell: You'd hope she'd try to stay in it for America...

*Enforcer is looking very pleased as he watches his wife in the ring, dominating. He's also glancing over at the clock that's currently running on the Tron, though, keeping it in mind. In the ring, Justice has Memphis Belle back up, taking her over to the ropes. She hammers Memphis with a series of forearms, knocking her senseless, before getting her positioned through the ropes. Justice stretches Memphis out on the ropes, before dropping with a rope-hung DDT!! Memphis might be out, as Justice makes the quick cover again... 1... 2... but again, somehow, Memphis stays in this one! Justice looks annoyed, grabbing at the legs again... 1... 2... No! A third try... 1... 2... No! It's just not keeping Memphis Belle down! Justice gets up, grabbing at Memphis Belle's head, really wanting to end this quicker. She takes Memphis over to the corner, hammering Belle's head into the 'buckle. She then uses the ropes, springing off of them to take Memphis Belle down with a springboard bulldog! She covers again... but the ref doesn't count, pointing out that Memphis Belle's leg is under the ropes!*

Rockwell: Justice wants this one over, but Memphis is hanging in there!

Hood: Hanging in there? She's just getting pummeled!

Rockwell: But she hasn't lost yet...

Hood: If Memphis Belle had been smart, she would have laid down immediately! This isn't worth the punishment!

*After dragging Memphis Belle backwards away from the ropes, Justice makes another cover, glaring at the referee... 1... 2... and Memphis gets a shoulder up!! The fans seem pretty shocked, while Justice is just upset with the tag-team wrestler some reason choosing tonight to refuse to go down. Enforcer yells encouragement from inside the ring, telling Justice to finish things. Justice nods, calming herself down. She pulls Memphis Belle up once again, this time getting behind her so she can pull the taller Memphis over with a backslide!! She hangs on, with Memphis Belle kicking her legs desperately in the air... 1... 2... NO!! Memphis Belle falls off to the side, still alive! Both wrestlers get up, but Justice is right back on the attack, this time getting a schoolgirl roll-up! 1... 2... NO!!! Amazingly, Memphis Belle is continuing to kick out!*

Hood: Why is Memphis Belle fighting so hard tonight??

Rockwell: No idea. Maybe she's doing it for her partner, or for her country...

Hood: If she was doing it for America, she would have already let herself get pinned by The First Lady!

*Justice, visibly infuriated now, angrily slaps the mat before getting up, looking to finish this one for real. She calls for Lights Out (RKO), waiting impatiently for Memphis Belle to get up. However, Justice's attention changes as she turns to her right, seeing The Spruce Goose up on the apron! He's walking back and forth, waving the American flag, in an apparent attempt to inspire Memphis to get up! Enforcer, though, is already on his way over, snatching a surprised Spruce Goose off the apron, lifting him in the air, and giving him a powerbomb onto the apron!!!! The Spruce Goose falls to the side, as Enforcer makes sure to grab the American flag, keeping it from falling to the side.*

Rockwell: Enforcer just destroyed The Spruce Goose!!

Hood: He kept the flag from touching the ground, though, so props to him for that...

Rockwell: That takes a lot of skill to pull off...

*In the ring, Memphis Belle is struggling to her feet, looking around dazed. She sees The Spruce Goose down on the outside, wondering what just happened. She walks over, looking out, and seeing Enforcer holding the American flag. She shrugs and gives it a quick salute, before turning back... right into Justice, who plants her with Lights Out!!! Justice makes the cover, hanging on tightly as the referee slides over... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Justice Orton-Cross!!

Rockwell: A commanding victory for Justice Orton-Cross! She's set a strong time in the Beat The Clock Challenge!

Hood: Let's see what they stopped the clock at...

*The camera focuses on the entryway, where we see a time of 5:23 showing, a very strong time.*

Rockwell: The time to beat has been set!

Hood: Not bad at all, but I think Dylan can cut it in half with it being Lightning...

*Enforcer enters the ring, joining Justice, and the two give each other a kiss. The crowd is split, with many still remembering Enforcer's recent actions. We cut away.*



*Before we go to commercial break, we cut to the parking lot where we see a Lincoln Continental pulling up and coming to a stop right in front of the camera. The passenger doors swing open on each side and out step the tag team known as 'Sins of the Fathers': "Venom" Xavier Lux and the GCWA Hall of Famer, Marcus "His Legacy" Ka'Derrion. The camera follows them as they head inside where they are quickly met by a GCWA official. They shake his hand and then follow him to the GCWA offices. As they walk through the hallways, we see Marcus shaking hands with some old friends, while waving from afar to others and a nod is given here and there as well to former foes. Venom ignores everyone as he simply follows the official to their destination: The Barrows' office. Once they reach the office, the official knocks and after getting the clearance to come in, he opens the door for them. They head inside the official stays outside, closing the door behind them.*





*Backstage, we find ourselves outside of The Barrows' office where Jones is standing by.*

Jones: Fans I am waiting on one of the new tag teams in the GCWA, Sins of the Fathers, to come out and discuss their current status after losing their match at the Heat Wave pay-per-view.

*As if on cue, the door swings open and out come Marcus and Xavier, saying their goodbyes and thanks to those inside. Marcus notices Jones first and his face lights up.*

Marcus: Edward Jones! You are still here! How the hell are ya!?

*Marcus gives Jones, who is not used to such affection from anyone, a strong hug followed by a few pats in the back.*

Jones: I'm great Marcus, um, thanks.

Marcus: So did Ace make you a Vice-President yet?

Jones: I uh, what? Um, no, not quite.

Marcus: Well I'm sure it'll happen in no time, at least being a head GCWA official must be nice right?

Jones: Yeah I'm not that either.

Marcus: Oh, well, at least you still got your commentating gig right? I mean, I didn't see you out there for the biggest show of the year, Heat Wave, but I'm sure I just missed you. I was pretty busy after all.

Jones: No, no you didn't, I don't do commentating either...

Marcus:Say whaaaat? So, what do you do now?

Jones: This Marcus, I do this.

*Awkward pause.*

Xavier: Can we move this along Marcus? We got places to be.

Jones: YES! Thank you new guy, welcome by the way. And welcome back to you Marcus.

Marcus: Thanks, it is damn good to be back Jones!

Jones: So you are back then!?

Marcus: Yes! As of a few minutes ago, Xavier and myself are officially signed for the long haul with the GCWA. You see this past Sunday, X and I were just testing the waters. Just wanting to see if a couple of guys who were the shiznit back in the day in separate places could come together and still cut it today... and guess what Jones? Not only could we still cut it, we chopped it up really nice. And sure, we didn't win the titles, but it was never about the gold for us-

Xavier: Well it was a little about the gold.

Marcus: Fair enough, we did want the titles but again, this was more about seeing if this, *points to Venom and himself* if the Legacy and the Venom could make this work and we did. That gave us the confirmation and confidence we needed to sign on the dotted line.

Xavier: That plus the extra zeroes on the checks.

Marcus: Yes, that too.

Jones: Great! So you are officially a tag team in GCWA, what is your first order of business?

*Just as Jones asks this, we see the team of Thunder and Lightning casually walking towards them, discussing where their next meal is going to come from when Thunder stops dead on his tracks and holds Lightning back, pointing at Marcus and Xavier.*

Marcus: Our first order of business as you so well put it Jones is to come after each and every one of the tag teams in the GCWA. We got a taste of some of them, but we want all of them, and we're going to start with the team that DUCKED US at the Gauntlet match.

Jones: Who might that be?

Marcus: Wrath of the Storm...

*As Thunder and Lightning hear this, they start to slowly back away, holding their breath and then quickly disappearing around the corner. *

Marcus:They come at us from behind a computer, but when it was time to face us in the ring they didn't show. Well, Venom got something here that is going to make sure that they show next week. Jones, can you give this to them for us? Thanks buddy, and again, great to see ya.

*Venom hands Jones a box of 50 disposable face masks, Marcus pats him in the back and then they walk away leaving him there puzzled. *


Non-Titles Tag-Team Match
Jackson Hart & James Raven (5-0) vs. The Greek Gods (Hades & Zeus)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... weighing a combined 295 lbs... 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: The Greek Gods made a solid run at the titles at Heat Wave but came up short.

Hood: Was anyone honestly surprised?

Rockwell: I think they were.

Minos: Their opponents... weighing a combined 446 lbs... the GCWA Tag Team Champions... 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 overpriced concessions and await what's coming next. After a few long moments of near silence, recognizable guitar riffs begin to blare over the sound system and drag the fans up to their feet.*

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

"NOW HERE WE GO FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME!"

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

Hood: I love this entrance!

Rockwell: Yeah, you've mentioned it multiple times.

*The lights in the building return to full blast as the spotlights and sparks disappear. After a moment they're joined on the stage by Shawn Warstein and Noah Jackson as they were earlier. The four men huddle up quickly and bump fists before Jackson and Raven make their way towards the ring. Warstein and Noah wait a few seconds before beginning to follow.*

Rockwell: What's this?

Hood: Maybe they're here to manage?

Rockwell: I don't know that the champions need much help tonight.

*Jax slowly ascends the ring steps, slips in between the second and third rope and then stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed in the air forming an X. He then brings his arms down, stretching them outwards at his sides forming a cross with his arms and body. James, meanwhile, enters by leaping over the top rope from the apron into the ring. He makes his way to each of the four ring posts, standing on the middle rope to pose for the fans before dropping down into his corner. Warstein and Noah make their way around the ring towards the Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: Hang on, are they joining us at the table?

Hood: I think so.

Rockwell: Can we get a couple of extra chairs over here?

*Shawn Warstein shakes his head as he reaches commentary, Noah grinning from ear to ear as he steps behind Rockwell and Hood and puts a hand on each of their shoulders.*

Shawn Warstein: We're not joining anyone. You two can take a break.

Hood: Huh?

Noah Jackson: Get lost, cunts!

*Noah tugs the two commentators up by their jackets and pulls off their headsets before shooing them away from the table. Confused, Rockwell and Hood make their way over to the corner and stand with the timekeeper to wait through the match. Warstein and Jackson settle into the seats and put on the headsets.*

Noah Jackson: Ugh. Mines all covered in ear sweat.

Shawn Warstein: Ring the bell, ref. I think we're ready.

*The referee, who had been watching all of this from the ring, shrugs his shoulders and calls for the start of the match.*

*The Bell Rings.*

*Raven nods at Jax to get things started and steps out to the apron, leaving his protege bouncing in anticipation as Hart looks to the Greek Gods. Hades steps out of the ring and allows Zeus to start, a decision apparently made pre-match. Jackson Hart steps confidently to the middle of the mat and is immediately charged by Zeus! Zeus throws two quick right hands that Jackson easily blocks, then follows it up with a couple of kicks at Jax's leg.*

Noah Jackson: It appears Zeus is getting this match started with the ritualistic war dance of his people, like a Hakka.

Shawn Warstein: He's attacking Hart, Noah. Those are punches and kicks.

Noah Jackson: Really? Pathetic...

*Zeus quickly grabs Jackson around the waist, looking to send him flying with a belly to belly suplex, but he only hoists Jax a few inches off the ground before setting him back down. Hart turns to look at Raven, but both men just shrug their shoulders and grin as Zeus grunts and tries to suplex Hart once more. He's unsuccessful. Hart finally has enough, leaning back and firing a heavy elbow into the face of Zeus. The Greek God releases the champion and stumbles back to the ropes where Hart grabs him and locks up. With relative ease Hart twists Zeus into a standing arm bar, then fires a few knees up into his midsection to double him over. Hart lets go of the armbar and snapmares Zeus to a seated position. Hart bounces off the ropes and charges the winded Zeus, slamming him with a boot to the sternum that puts him flat on his back. Hart makes the cover... 1... 2... Kickout by Zeus!*

Noah Jackson: Hey dad, are we commentating a wrestling match or a snuff film?

Shawn Warstein: If we're lucky, both.

*Hart watches as Zeus begins to crawl over to his corner, and after a second follows him to The Greek Gods' corner. He stands directly in front of Hades, preventing Zeus from making the tag, but Hades grabs a fistful of Harts hair and drops to the floor! He snaps the back of Jackson's head and neck over the top rope and Hart is down! Hades quickly leaps back up to the apron as Zeus lunges to make the tag, and Hades is in the ring in a flash!*

Shawn Warstein: Dirty tactics. We'll remember that when we get our hands on them...

Noah Jackson: Oi, Hades! FUCK YOU!!!

*Hades lays into Jackson Hart with kicks to the body, the tag team champion doing his best to cover up and roll away. Hades grabs the top rope for leverage and stomps away at Hart, trying to break a rib when Hart finally manages to roll under the bottom rope and out to the floor. Sensing that momentum is on his side Hades follows out of the ring quickly, and begins to chase Hart as the champion jogs around the outside of the ring. Hades rounds the turnbuckle and...*

Noah Jackson: A flying knee from Raven! Sick!

Shawn Warstein: Hart led Hades right into Raven who comes soaring off the ring apron. Hades might be concussed.

*The referee urges Hart to bring the action back into the ring, and begins to count Jax and Hades out. Jackson quickly lifts the Greek God and rolls him underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Hart slides in behind him as Raven hops back to the apron, and the champions make a tag! Raven hops over the top rope and into the ring for the first time as Hades looks up at him, still dazed from the flying knee. Raven motions for Hades to go ahead and tag in Zeus. Hades seems hesitant, but Raven stands motionless in the corner and insists that Zeus enter the ring.*

Noah Jackson: What's he doing, dad?

Shawn Warstein: He wants the fresher of the Gods. He's not looking for the low hanging fruit.

Noah Jackson: What an honorable cunt.

*Hades stumbles to his feet and over to The Greek Gods' corner, tagging in his brother. Zeus is through the ropes with a fury, winding up as he charges at James Raven. Lightning Bolt! Zeus snaps a knife edged chop off the chest of Raven, who winces slightly before grinning at Zeus and asking for another one. Zeus winds up again, but before he can swing Raven rears back and drills him in the chin with The F.Y.S. (Superkick)! Zeus' eyes roll to the back of his head as he drops limply to the canvas, the crowd softly booing Ravens questionable tactics.*

Noah Jackson: Since when do people ever boo Raven?

Shawn Warstein: It's a new era for him, Noah. He's building a new Legacy.

Noah Jackson: Ahhhh I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE!

*James Raven looks outta the crowd, a little miffed by their reactions, but quickly drops to his knees and hooks Zeus' leg for the cover... 1... 2... Hades comes flying in like a bat out of hell! He charges through the ropes and drops an elbow to Ravens spine to break up the count! Hades grabs Raven and drags him off of Zeus, pummeling him with right and left hands! The referee shouts for Hades to back off but Jackson Hart is in the ring in a flash! Hart grabs Hades and quickly hooks his head, DDT! Hart plants Hades with a DDT and begins to quickly roll him out of the ring! Hades falls from the ring to the floor in a heap and Jackson Hart quickly rushes back over to the champions' corner, hopping out to the apron as Raven looks down at the barely moving Zeus.*

Shawn Warstein: The Greek Gods gave it their best shot.

Noah Jackson: Which was expectedly terrible.

Shawn Warstein: If you listen really closely, you'll hear a fat lady singing.

Noah Jackson: Warthog? Leave that cunt alone, dad. Hes got a thyroid problem.

Shawn Warstein: He does?

Noah Jackson: Hopefully.

*James Raven hoists Zeus up to his feet, then walks him carefully to the champions' corner and extends his hand. Jackson Hart makes the tag and climbs up to the top rope! Jax leaps through the air! On Tilt (720 DDT)! Jax lays Zeus out as Raven steps through the ropes to the apron with supreme confidence. Jackson Hart makes the cover. 1... 2... 3!!!*

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

*The crowd offers up a round of applause for the tag team champions, but it's not quite as enthusiastic as it's been in the past. It's obvious that they didn't love some of the choices Raven and Hart made between the bells, but the champions don't seem to mind at all. Without a second glance at The Greek Gods, the two men fist bump and collect their championships from the referee.*

Shawn Warstein: I think we're finished here, Noah.

Noah Jackson: Already?

Shawn Warstein: Were you expecting it to take long? Hey! You two can have your desk back.

*Shawn and Noah remove their headsets and drop them carelessly on the desktop before standing and making their way to the ring steps just as Raven and Hart reach the floor. The Legacy members make their way up the ramp, chatting inaudible at each other and ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans before disappearing backstage. Hood and Rockwell uneasily return to their posts.*

Rockwell: Well, that was something.

Hood: I can't believe you let them take our seats. You should have said something.

Rockwell: Me? What about you?!

Hood: I was going to say something after you said something.

*We fade out on the ring and head backstage.*



*We cut backstage to see Jonathan Barrows walking the halls. He gets to his office when he notices the door slightly ajar. A look of worry crosses his face as he slowly opens the door fully. Barrows looks around the office and everything looks normal. Everything except an edible arrangement of fruit and a bottle of Jack Daniel's Barrel Proof whiskey in his desk. Barrows eyes narrow suspiciously as he approaches the desk. He picks up a strawberry and sniffs it as he wonders if he can legally use an intern to taste test the fruit. He then opens the bottle of whiskey and gives that a sniff. Barrows shrugs and takes a sip. After making a face that is a mixture of satisfaction and getting smacked in the face, he recaps the bottle and puts it in a desk drawer. We cut back to Hood and Rockwell.*

Rockwell: Looks like Mr. Barrows has a secret admirer. I wonder who it is?

Hood: Someone with good taste in booze, apparently. I wonder if the boss will share.

Rockwell: You're on the clock!

Hood: And? I got drunk during the Margarita Mixers back in OCW..

Rockwell: But... never mind. We'll be back after this break!

*Hood gets out his phone, apparently texting Jonathan Barrows, as we fade out.*





*The show fades back in from commercial and in the ring is Sports Entertainment Xpress and the Desolator crew, but they are all standing at different instruments. Terry Marshall holds a base guitar and stands at a microphone symbolic of being the lead singer. Space Lord is on drums, The Cosmic Cowboy is on lead guitar, First Mate Kirk is on the keyboard, Sargent Spot is on rhythm guitar, Major Helmet is on the triangle, yes you read that right the triangle. Finally, the two privates Pizza and Bug Girl are backup singers.*

*Without a word being said the Cosmic Cowboy strums his guitar and Space Lord begins banging his drumsticks together and shouting, "ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!". The band then kicks in and begins ripping and tearing with Terry Marshall singing.*

Terry Marshall: You could never know what it's like. Your blood like water flows just like a river. And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you. You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use.

And you thought these fools could never win. Well look at us, we're coming back again
We got a taste of winning in a vicious war. And if you need to know while we're still standing you just fade away.

Don't you know we're still standing better than we ever did. Looking like true survivors, feeling like a little kid. We're still standing after all this time. Picking up the pieces of our life without you on our minds.

Bug Girl/Pizza: We're still standing yeah yeah yeah. We're still standing yeah yeah yeah.

Terry Marshall: Once we never could hope to win. You starting down the road sneak attacking us again. The threats you made were meant to cut us down. And if our war was just a circus, you'd be a clown by now.

You know we're still standing better than we ever did. Looking like true survivors, feeling like we're champions. We're still standing after all this war. Picking up the pieces of our life without you on our minds.

Bug Girl/Pizza: We're still standing yeah yeah yeah. We're still standing yeah yeah yeah.

Terry Marshall: Don't you know we're still standing better than we ever did. Looking like true survivors, feeling like champions. We're still standing after the war. While A-list is picking up the pieces of their life without being on our minds.

Bug Girl/Pizza: We're still standing yeah yeah yeah. We're still standing yeah yeah yeah. We're still standing yeah yeah yeah. We're still standing yeah yeah yeah.

*The music fades out as the band stops playing and the crowd comes alive with cheers. The three members of Sports Entertainment Xpress and the Desolater crew wave to the crowd and take in the cheers. Terry Marshall even cups his hand to his ear to bring the crowd alive even louder.*

Terry Marshall: Thank you, thank you all. Man, isn't it great to be alive and be right here in Dallas tonight?

*The crowd comes alive with cheers, playing right into the cheap hometown pop that Marshall was going for.*

Terry Marshall: That first number was dedicated to Alton and the A-Hole List, who I'm sure are still licking their wounds from the butt kicking we gave them at Heat Wave. This next number is for the new tag team champions Jackson Hart and James Raven. Hit it guys.

*First Mate Kirk flips his keyboard over to reveal a turntable. Space Lord comes from behind the drums with a microphone after turning on a drum machine. Pizza and Bug girl start beat boxing, and Helmet throws the triangle down and picks up a boom box that he throws on his shoulder late 80's/early 90's style.*

Terry Marshall: You should know, you should know that, ah. Sports Entertainment Xpress is not having anything today. As we stand here totally over looked for the titles. We commence to make you lose, lose. Thundering Terry Marshall'll make you lose, lose. Space Lord'll make you lose, lose. Sports Entertainment Xpress'll make you lose, lose.

Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad. I'm the Thunder and I'm bad, give you something that you never had. I'll make you bump bump, wiggle and shake your head. Cause I be swinging the massive arms that makes you go down and lose. How fast? Real fast, 'cause I'm just so powerful. A old lovable, hugable type of guy. And everything is to the back with a little slack. 'Cause Hart and Rave are wiggida, wiggida, wiggida wack. I come thunderin' with somethin' pumpin' to keep you bumpin'. Jabroni, slammin' bull crap is what I'm dumpin'. Ain't nothin' sucker 'bout Sports Entertainment Xpress, we all that. So when they ask, "Do they rock?" Say, "Believe that".

Cosmic Cowboy: Terry Marshall'll make you lose, lose. Space Lord'll make you lose, lose. Sports Entertainment Xpress'll make you lose, lose. Uh huh, uh huh. Lose, lose. Terry Marshall'll make you lose, lose. Space Lord'll make you lose, lose. Sports Entertainment Xpress'll make you lose, lose.

Space Lord: I like my stuff bangin', bangin'. I love it when a opponents be like joken', joken'. The S-P-A-C-E Lord, yeah, you know me. I got you bumpin' and bumpin' and pumpin', movin' all around, G. In the mix, I made A-List step back. They try to step to the Lord then they got jacked. To the back you'll be sportin' the gear, is that coincidental? Act like you know it, don't be claiming that it's mental. Three supreme intergalactic beings with a flow you ain't ever heard. And nothin' fake, you can understand every word, hahaha. As you listen to my cool, smooth melody. The Space Lord makes you B-U-M-P.

Cosmic Cowboy: Terry Marshall'll make you lose, lose. Space Lord'll make you lose, lose. Sports Entertainment Xpress'll make you lose, lose. Uh huh, uh huh. Lose, lose. Terry Marshall'll make you lose, lose. Space Lord'll make you lose, lose. Sports Entertainment Xpress'll make you lose, lose.

*Major Helmet runs to the front of the group and is jumping up and down, and by this time the crowd is also jumping up and down and bobbing their heads.*

Major Helmet: Now, the formalities of this and that. Is that Sports Entertainment Xpress ain't comin' off wack. And for all y'all suckers that don't know. Check it out
Some of them try to bang but they can't bang like this bo, bo.
Some of them try to thunder but they can't thunder like this bo, bo.
Some of them try to bang but they can't bang like this , ya dodo
Some of them try to thunder but they can't, cause ya dodo.
'Cause he's the spiccida, spiccida, spiccida, spiccida Space Lord, and ya dodo
The thunderida, thunderida, thunderida, thunderida, Thunder, and ya dodo.
'Cause he's the spiccida, spiccida, spiccida, spiccida Space Lord, and ya dodo
The thunderida, thunderida, thunderida, thunderida, Thunder, and ya dodo.
They gonna make ya...

Cosmic Cowboy: Terry Marshall'll make you lose, lose. Space Lord'll make you lose, lose. Sports Entertainment Xpress'll make you lose, lose. Uh huh, uh huh. Lose, lose. Terry Marshall'll make you lose, lose. Space Lord'll make you lose, lose. Sports Entertainment Xpress'll make you lose, lose.

Uh huh, uh huh

Terry Marshall'll make you lose, lose. Space Lord'll make you lose, lose. Sports Entertainment Xpress'll make you lose, lose. Uh huh, uh huh. Lose, lose. Terry Marshall'll make you lose, lose. Space Lord'll make you lose, lose. Sports Entertainment Xpress'll make you lose, lose.

Major Helmet: BELIEVE THAT!

*The music fades out and the crowd continues to cheer wildly as they stop jumping. Terry Marshall catches his breath from all the jumping and then speaks.*

Terry Marshall: JAMES RAVEN! JACKSON HART! You are officially on notice, because the Sports Entertainment Xpress is coming for you, so whatcha gonna DOOOOO!?!?!?!

*Marshall drops the mic and begins posing, Space Lord also beings to pose. The Cosmic Cowboy pulls his guitar off begins slamming it into an amp set up in the ring as the scene cuts to commercial.*




Beat The Clock Singles Match
Dylan Thomas (9-9-1) vs. Lightning (1-16)

Minos: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a Beat the Clock...

*The audience snickers. A few younger males GUFFAW. Some women in the audience blush. Minos lowers his head, shakes it and curses under his breath *

Minos: I said Beat the CLOCK

*The audience seems mildly disappointed over this correction. *

Minos: Introducing first...

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Lightning walks out of the back, scooting his feet to generate more energy. He moves his fingers to show a spark (nothing is seen), and then strikes a few poses before making his way down. *

Minos: From El Paso, Texas...standing 6'2 and weighing in at 200lbs...he is one half of the critically acclaimed tag team - Wrath of the Storm...ladies and gentlemen, the early bird, the first to arrive when the sky gets angry...he is...LIGHTNING!!!

*Lightning seems a bit confused over this unique introduction but, what the hell. It's post Heat Wave. Minos might be suffering from a bit of delirium. *

Rockwell: Lightning looking flashy tonight.

Hood: ...

Minos: And, his opponent...

*'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy starts up and Dylan Thomas emerges through the curtain arm in arm with his wife Lissandra Thomas. Both have a huge air of arrogance about them. The arena is FILLED with boos at these two. Does it phase them? Not in the least. They make their way to the ring with huge smirks on their faces and Dylan helps Lissandra up onto the apron, holding the ring ropes open for her. She climbs through and kisses her man as she does so. In the ring, Dylan arrogantly shouts at the people whilst on the nearest corner and Lissandra stays in the ring showing off her man, applauding. As the music dies down, Dylan helps his wife out of the ring before eyeing the ramp and we're underway *

Minos: From Greenwich CT, but residing in Hollywood CA...standing 6'2 and weighing in at 225lbs...he is a former North American and X-Division Champion...he is Perfection Personified...he is...DYLAN THOMAS!!!

*Lissandra nods and motions toward her husband who looks to be in great shape, despite the rugged War Games match he experienced less than one week ago. The fans continue to boo. A few people yell "YOUR POETRY SUCKS!" This doesn't bother Dylan because he is no poet. Minos exits. The bell rings and the clock begins *

Rockwell: Dylan Thomas was a main event player in the latter stages of 2019. When GCWA reopened, he made a name for himself by immediately establishing himself as one of the top competitors.

Hood: And then...

Rockwell: Well, it seemed as though his career peaked when he challenged Ed Houston fro the GCWA Title at Adrenaline Rush...a match he failed to win. Things just haven't been the same for Dylan since.

Hood: Hard times, man. But he's got this...you can't rush perfection, Rockwell. And he's perfection personified.

Rockwell: So he says...tonight is an opportunity for Dylan to return to that main event scene. Having said that, he'd better get going!

Hood: Clock is ticking.

*Lightning lives up to his name, charging at Dylan and flying through the air with a knee lift. Dylan dodges the maneuver quite easily. Lightning rams his knee into the corner. Dylan grabs him from behind, hoists him up and dumps Lightning on his head with a Belly-to-Back Suplex!! Lightning lands hard...he nearly flips over onto his front but comes back to rest on his back. Dylan hovers, quickly over Lightning for the pin. The ref slides in. 1! 2! NO!!! *

Rockwell: Nice try by Thomas, trying to end this early.

Hood: Yea, I mean it makes sense...but it also doesn't. It wastes time. Shouldn't try a pin unless you think you have a shot at the three.

Rockwell: Astute observation, Hood.

Hood: Yea, well, ya know, it is the last Friday of August.

Rockwell: What does that mean?

Hood: *shrugs*

*Thomas slaps the mat, frustrated...probably realizing the very issue Hood just announced. He snares Lightning by his receding hairline and stands, bringing Lightning to his feet. He throws a short arm clothesline...Lightning ducks! He takes off like a bolt of, well, you know where I'm going...he hits the ropes, shoots off and lunges at Dylan. Dylan catches Lightning and tosses him over his head with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex!!! Lightning hits hard, arching his back in pain. Thomas moves for the cover...but stops, deciding to pop back to his feet and continue administering pain to Lightning...in the form of strong, strategically placed boots. *

Rockwell: Dylan Thomas adjusting his strategy mid-match.

Hood: Yup. Perfection personified, Rockwell.

Rockwell: Technically, if he were perfect, he'd have won by now.

Hood: How dare you question perfection!

*Lightning rolls onto the apron to evade the kicking. This frustrates Thomas. He throws a kick through the ropes into Lightning's face. Lightning nearly tumbles to the outside...Dylan uses his sharpened reflexes to reach out and snare Lightning by the arm, keeping him on the apron *

Rockwell: You do NOT want your opponent leaving the ring during a Beat the Clock challenge.

Hood: Nope. Big time waster.

Rockwell: I feel like we should at least pretend as though Lightning could win this thing and challenge for a shot at the GCWA Title.

Hood: Only way that would happen is if Lissie's mom were booking this shit. Lightning has no shot.

*Thomas tries yanking Lightning to his feet. Lightning shoots forward with an attempted spear or tackle through the ropes, we're not sure because he doesn't really get all that far with it. Thomas hooks him for a DDT...dragging Lightning forward, getting his feet elevated on the second rope. Dylan stares at the clock, knowing he needs to hurry up. Lightning manages to pull one of his legs forward, placing his foot on the rope and kicking forward, causing Dylan to stumble back, losing his grip. Dropping to one knee, Dylan slaps the mat once again. Lightning is on all fours...reeling, gasping for air *

Rockwell: Lightning is going JUST enough to stymie Dylan's chances in this challenge.

Hood: Thomas needs to win and he needs to win now. Hurry up, bro!

Rockwell: Yea, he doesn't have much time left.

*Dylan, full of fire and anxiety, pops up and charges forward. Lightning reaches his feet, doubling over...Thomas leaps into the air with a HUGE knee lift!! SMACK!!!! Lightning straightens up and stumbles into the ropes...they keep him upright...he bounces forward...Thomas knees Lightning in the gut, straightens him up and gives him an arrogant slap in the mouth...already out on his feet, this arrogant slap sends Lightning tumbling back, through the ropes, onto the apron and out to the floor! The fans cheer as Thomas tries to grab Lightning before he falls off the apron, but is unable. He looks out into the crowd, half in, half out of the ring, with wide, shocked eyes. He turns and looks at the clock *

Rockwell: He'd better hurry!

Hood: Was that slap really necessary? C'mon, man!

Rockwell: Arrogance has been the downfall of many men.

*Lissandra hurries over, grabbing Lightning. A woman who enjoys the finer things in life, she knows what a World Title shot would mean for their bank account...she also understands the simplistic challenge of beat the clock (I said clock). So, she grabs Lightning, trying to help him to his feet...but, he's too heavy - dead weight. Thomas looks at the ref, yelling "COUNT!!" The ref snaps out of his daze and starts a count. Thomas looks at the clock. 1! the ref yells! Thomas keeps his eye on the clock. 2! Thomas' forehead wrinkles...he realizes the count is slower than the clock. Beyond frustrated, he pops to his feet and shoves the ref aside before leaping over the top rope and landing on the outside. He helps Lissandra lift the dead weighted Lightning off the ground *

Rockwell: Well, there you have it, folks. Visual evidence that pro wrestling referees count slower than time.

Hood: I knew it!

Rockwell: Thomas can't afford to waste ten pro wrestling seconds. He's got to get Lightning in that ring and pin him ASAP.

*Together, Lissandra and Thomas get Lightning's spaghetti arms across the apron. Lissandra yells at Thomas to life harder, move faster...she really wants that money. Thomas grunts and snares Lightning's legs...they manage to get him onto the apron!!! He pauses for a moment to gather his breath...Lissandra slaps him on the back and points into the ring, ordering him to hurry up...no time to rest!! Thomas shoves Lightning into the ring under the bottom rope and slides in, making the cover *

Rockwell: He needs to make this pin if he wants a shot at winning this challenge.

Hood: Count, ref! COUNT

*1! 2! 3...NO!!! SHOULDER UP!! The crowd goes wild. Thomas, on his knees, stares down at Lightning in disbelief. How the HELL did he get that shoulder up? Thomas complains to the ref...the ref, not exactly a Dylan Thomas fan after being shoved down, holds up two fingers. Dylan looks to argue further but Lissandra, holding onto that rope of hope, yells at him to remain focused. Thomas does...popping to his feet and pulling Lightning up *

Rockwell: He's trying but I think this has taken way too long.

Hood: Yea, I mean if it weren't jobbers on parade this evening, this time may stand a chance.

*Thomas hoists Lightning up, yelling as he does it...his strength nearly zapped from maneuvering dead weight while handling anxiety...he gets him up, lets him go and nails a double knee gutbuster (Perfect Finisher)!! Lissandra claps. Then she stops. Thomas nips up, back to his feet...snares Lightning by the hair, positioning him onto his knees *

Rockwell: What is he doing?!

Hood: Hitting his other finisher.

Rockwell: He doesn't have the time! This man's arrogance is simply too much.

*Thomas hits the ropes, he bounces off and DRILLS Lightning in the head with a HUGE kick!! Lightning crumbles. Thomas pounces for the pin. The ref slides in. 1! 2! 3!!!!! The bell rings *

Minos: Here is your winner... "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas!!!

Hood: What's the time???

Rockwell: Let's see...

*The camera turns to the right... showing the time at 4:39! Lissandra applauds for Dylan, happy for him, although Dylan doesn't look pleased at all. He turns back to where Lightning is slowly sitting up... and blasts him with another kick to the head!!! Lightning's down and out now, as Dylan turns to leave, with Lissandra patting him on the arm.*



*Backstage, Mack O'Connor and Treat Cassidy walk side by side. Mack has a duffel bag hanging over his shoulder, and he's currently talking on his phone.*

Mack O'Connor: Yeah, Julie, just use the same key you had before... I don't know how long, but the place is yours until I get back... Yeah, just take care of the dog, okay?... Thanks.

*Mack hangs up the phone and slides it in his pocket. They continue to walk, making their way towards the exit.*

Treat Cassidy: House sitter?

Mack O'Connor: Yep. She watched the place before, and she can watch it again.

Treat Cassidy: Cleared everything out of your dressing room?

Mack O'Connor: To my knowledge. Packed up everything in this bag.

Treat Cassidy: Didn't keep much here, did you?

Mack O'Connor: No reason to.

*They approach the exit. They both come to a stop, spotting multiple law enforcement officers in suits waiting for them.*

Treat Cassidy: You know, I could probably get Barrows to agree to give you a rematch. That will keep you on a contract, and you won't have to go back.

Mack O'Connor: We both know he ain't gonna do that. He got what he wanted from me. This was always bound to happen.

Treat Cassidy: Just weighing the options.

Mack O'Connor: I know, I appreciate it.

*Mack takes out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one up and taking a long drag.*

Mack O'Connor: At least we know I won't be able to drink on the inside. Maybe my liver will heal after all, eh?

*Mack chuckles to himself.*

Mack O'Connor: So back to Florida?

Treat Cassidy: Yep. They will take you back to Florida. And assuming you get out a little early due to good behavior, you'll be transferred to Nevada and spend some time there.

Mack O'Connor: Lovely.

*Mack slides his duffel bag off and hands it to Treat.*

Mack O'Connor: Won't be needing this.

*Treat takes the bag, extending a man.*

Treat Cassidy: Be safe, Mack.

Mack O'Connor: You too, Treat.

*Mack shakes his hand, and they exchange a smile. Mack turns, continuing to smoke his cigarette as he approaches the officers. He stops near them, sticking the cigarette in his mouth and holding his wrists up. The officers bind his wrists together with some handcuffs, allowing him to continue smoking as they lead him out the door. Treat follows them out the door, watching as they put Mack into the back of a black SUV before driving off.*





*We cut backstage to find Jones staring into the camera *

Jones: We good? Okay. Hello, GCWA...I'm back here for an exclusive interview with...

*Jones pauses, looking south of comfortable *

Jones: Not sure if I should say his name or not...

*Jones fidgets. Some mumbling from behind the camera occurs *

Jones: Yea, I know that. But he stood us up. I could get in trouble for calling him -

*A door down the hall flies open. The noise grabs Jones' attention. He pivots and sees "The Good Detective" Jack Puffer marching his way. Puffer is dressed for competition. Jones looks at the camera and shrugs, choosing to take the gift that's apparently been given *

Jones: Jack! Hey! Jack!

*Puffer gives Jones the briefest of glances. He tries to march past the backstage interviewer but has his path blocked. With a heavy sigh, Puffer replies *

Jack Puffer: Yes?

Jones: I was wondering if I could get an impromptu interview with you concerning what happened at Heat Wave.

Jack Puffer: Not now. I'm busy.

Jones: But...unless I'm losing my mind, I don't think you're booked for competition.

Jack Puffer: When did that ever stop someone hungry for success?

*Jones can't really argue that assertion. Puffer tries to steamroll past him, but Jones steps in his way once again, generating an exaggerated roll of the eyes. *

Jones: True. But about Depth...why did you turn on him, and in such violent fashion? I thought you two were friends.

*Puffer gives that 'what the hell' shrug *

Jack Puffer: You wanna know why? I'll tell you why. This head of mine, it hasn't been working too well lately, has it? Ever since the Mustard Factory match against Curt Canon when I fell down some cement steps into the basement. The fall, while damaging enough, wasn't what injured me...it was a blow to the head by an unknown assailant immediately after. A shot to the head that ended my run in Warriors of the Ring and put me out of action for nearly a month.

Jones: Right. We all remember.

Jack Puffer: We never found out who attacked me. The only other person down there with the attacker was, well, myself. And my mind went black after crashing down those steps. I had no memory of what happened afterward...until last night.

Jones: Wait, are you saying...

Jack Puffer: Now you're catching on. John E Depth was the man who attacked me in the basement of the Mustard Factory. After Anderson Haze dropped me on my head...my memories were, apparently released. It came back clear as can be. Depth has been sabotaging me from the moment he entered GCWA. He's been trying to take me down. And, when that didn't work, he tried to use me to rise to the top of the card. He doesn't care about me. He never cared about me. He's been using me this entire time.

*We hear the fans booing *

Jones: I'm sorry to hear that, Jack. You two seemed pretty close.

Jack Puffer: I was fooled. It happens. Depth has a certain charisma about him that can trick a person. But I'm wise to him now. I'm finished with Depth. If he knows what's good for him he won't return to GCWA because, if he does, I'm going to take him out once again.

Jones: And tonight?

Jack Puffer: Free from the anchor that's been keeping me down, I'm going to do what I should have done a year ago. I'm going to make a legit, honest-to-goodness run at the GCWA Title. It's what Mobley wanted for me. It's what I've been destined to accomplish. I know I'm not booked, so slap that dumb look off your face. Tonight is Beat the Clock. Tonight has an air of unpredictability in it. Tonight ANYTHING can happen for ANYONE. And I'm going out to that ring and demanding a spot in Beat the Clock so that I can win the challenge and take on Lissie Hope for the GCWA Title.

*The crowd pops *

Jones: Wow, it sounds like Puffer has made his demands. A new man! Good luck out there, Jack.

Jack Puffer: Thanks, Jo -

SMASH!

*Out of nowhere the figure of a giant man darts into view, blasting Puffer with a forearm strike to the side of the head. His body flies, violently forward, slamming shoulder first into a concrete wall. Puffer slides to the ground, leaning against the wall. His attacker rushes forward, slamming kick after kick into Puffer's rib cage. We get a good shot at the aggressor *

Rockwell: Puffer has been laid out!

Hood: It's Warrick Hill!

Rockwell: Warrick Hill, as you all know, took John E Depth under his wing. I think he felt bad for Depth after seeing how Mobley treated Puffer.

Hood: Some parallels in there between Puffer/Depth and Mobley/Hill, for sure.

*Warrick ceases the stomping and paces around, running his fingers through his dirty, curly blonde hair. He yells "FUCK!" and charges forward, kicking Puffer some more. Over and over, he lays the kicks in before stopping and bending over, yelling at Puffer *

Warrick Hill: Say it! Say you fucked up! Say you're sorry for what you did to my boy! FUCKING SAY IT!

*Hill throws several more kicks into Puffer's ribs. Jack coughs up a bit of blood, showing extensive internal injuries. *

Warrick Hill: This won't stop until you say it! You put my guy out for AT LEAST a month. He's in the fucking hospital because of your spoiled, bitch ass. Now SAY IT!

*More kicks. Warrick is beginning to tire himself out. He stands up, chest heaving, sucking wind. Puffer groans, looking up. He raises a trembling right hand *

Warrick Hill: That's what I thought, bitch. Now, say it. Say it and get the fuck out of here. You don't deserve a spot in this promotion.

*Puffer's right arm is extended. He takes his left arm and slaps his right bicep, bringing his right arm up and shooting Warrick the finger. The crowd goes 'Oooohhhhh' Warrick's eyes widen *

Warrick Hill: Are you...are you fucking serious right now?

*Warrick chuckles a bit, finding the unexpected response kind of humorous, until... *

Warrick Hill: You asked for it.

*He lunges forward and slams the heel of his boot into Puffer's face. We instantly cut away to Rockwell and Hood *

Rockwell: Brutal. It looks like Puffer may join Depth at whatever hospital these GCWA wrestlers are laid up in.

Hood: Man you don't want to piss Warrick off. Guy may not be young anymore but he's still fucking scary.

Rockwell: Yea, he'd been missing but returned after feeling Depth was passed over when Mobley gave his spot to Jack Puffer.

Hood: Didn't sit right with him. I don't think a lot of things about this business have ever sat right with Warrick...namely always being number 2, wrestling in Derek's shadow.

Rockwell: Yep, some personal investment, for sure. As it stands now, however, both Depth and Puffer are on the shelf with no date for their return.

Hood: True. But I'm sure we haven't heard the end of this.

Rockwell: I'd wager you are correct.


Beat The Clock Singles Match
Duce Jones (20-10) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (9-30-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is a Beat The Clock match! Introducing first... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Dallas, Texas... here is Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn!!

*The fans give a warm cheer as "Sweep Da Floor" by Keith From Up Da Block begins to play. Vaughn comes out, pumped to the music, as he points his trusty mop into the air multiple times. He starts marching to the ring, ready to sweep out his opposition. He manages to get through the ropes without difficulty, still holding the mop as he climbs up the turnbuckle.*

Rockwell: Vaughn has started training heavily for his chance at becoming Outsiders Champion again, set to face off against The Uber-Man at...

Hood: Boring...

Rockwell: Hood! C'mon, man!

Hood: I will not give any press time to anything that Zybala operates!

*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 slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd. They tend towards the negative nowadays.*

Minos: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds! From Memphis, Tennessee... DUCE JONES!

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

Rockwell: I'm a bit surprised not to see Byson Kaliban out here with Duce...

Hood: Maybe Duce wanted to handle things on his own. He's been pretty isolated lately.

Rockwell: He's also shown he's willing to take some shortcuts if it'll help him win, so Vaughn had better watch his back. Byson might come out of the crowd at any time...

Hood: That's just slander, Adrian. For one thing, Duce actually has respect for Vaughn! He wouldn't do that to him!

Rockwell: That remains to be seen...

*Duce finishes warming up, leaning back on the ropes as he stares over at The Janitor, waiting for the bell to ring. Vaughn has gotten rid of his mop, since it would normally be considered a weapon in a match like this. He looks nervous, but still willing to compete. Duce starts forward... but suddenly stumbles back as his arm is yanked on, even as the referee turns away to signal for the Bell to Ring!*

Hood: Wait a second, ref, something's...

Rockwell: Who just grabbed Duce? What's he...

Hood: Hey! HEY!!!

*Before Duce can do anything, he feels the click on his wrist, looking down... and seeing a pair of handcuffs securing him to the rope!! Duce looks up with shocked eyes at Mike Zybala, who has already jumped back off the apron! Duce frantically yanks on the handcuffs, trying to get free, as Zybala gives him one of his patented smiles.*

Hood: Stop the clock!! Someone stop the clock!!

Rockwell: They can't do that once the bell has rung, Hood!

Hood: Then disqualify Vaughn, because Zybala had to put his hands on him to handcuff him! DQ him, ref!!

Rockwell: I think the ref is more confused than anything...

*We see the referee over next to Duce now, looking for any way to release the handcuffs. Duce is straining against the cuff, as if thinking he can break it with enough force. Nearby, Peter Vaughn looks upset, wanting to fix things, but Duce takes a swing at him when he gets close, causing Vaughn to back off. Vaughn then rolls out of the ring instead to confront Zybala, asking for the key. They argue for a moment, with Vaughn not wanting it to be this way. Zybala counters by pointing out what Duce did to him at the PPV, but Vaughn doesn't think two wrongs make a right.*

Rockwell: Zybala wanted some revenge on Duce for costing him and Ed Houston the World Tag-Team Titles, and he's getting it!

Hood: This is blatant, ref, throw the match out! Restart it! Do something other than just standing there!!

Rockwell: I think Vaughn was wanting to show the world that he could compete against someone like Duce, but Zybala has stopped that.

Hood: Exactly! Zybala screwed over The Janitor here as well, because Vaughn's not going to get the best time, either! What a lousy friend!

*Zybala seems to think he's doing this for Vaughn as well, trying to convince him to just let this play out. Vaughn isn't happy, though, still demanding the key so he can give it to Duce and get this match going. In the meantime, though, Byson Kaliban has suddenly appeared, running down the aisle!! He jumps onto the apron, lifting the pair of bolt cutters he 'liberated' from someone back stage. Duce quickly holds out his arm, allowing Byson the access, and Byson quickly cuts the handcuff off, freeing Duce!! As soon as Duce is free, he runs forward, baseball-sliding out of the ring into the still-arguing Vaughn and Zybala, sending both sprawling!! Duce then grabs at Vaughn, yanking him up and rolling him into the ring, following behind! He charges at Vaughn, going for the Krayzed Knee... but Vaughn is too fresh, able to twist himself backwards out of the way! He gets up, throwing some shots at Duce, but Duce quickly starts backing Vaughn up with his own strikes, letting out all of his frustration!*

Hood: Get him, Duce! Make Vaughn pay!

Rockwell: Vaughn had nothing to do with any of this, he was trying to stop it!

Hood: Doesn't matter, guilt by association counts. Beat him up, Duce!

*Byson has come around now, swinging the bolt cutters at Zybala! But the wrestler ducks under the strike, then tackles Byson, brawling with him on the outside! As security moves in to try and separate them, we re-focus on the ring, where Duce has Vaughn set up in the corner, running at him to land a crossbody!! As Vaughn stumbles out of the corner, Duce makes it through the ropes and springs back in, landing the second half of the Duce's Wild (Zig Zag), planting Vaughn on the mat! Duce quickly makes the cover, grabbing onto the Janitor's uniform for better leverage... 1... 2... No! Vaughn still manages to kick out! Duce sits up, punching away furiously at Vaughn, trying to knock him cold with just his fists! The referee shouts a warning, with Duce shaking his head before he gets up, pulling Vaughn along with him. He seems to be fiddling with the handcuff piece still attached to his wrist, even as he turns towards Vaughn and kicks him in the gut. He then begins to lift Vaughn up and around, landing the Eye of the Hurricane (Suplex into Neckbreaker Multiple Times)!! After the third and final neckbreaker, Duce pins again... 1... 2... Vaughn's still in it!*

Rockwell: Duce is trying hard to put Vaughn away, but so far the Janitor isn't going down!

Hood: Duce should have won after 10 seconds! The ref is an idiot for not calling this one a DQ!

Rockwell: Duce can argue that later to the Barrows, but for now, the match keeps going!

*Security has broken up Byson and Zybala at this point, working to escort both men to the back to keep them out of the current contest. In the ring, Vaughn is struggling to get up, with Duce moving in to pick him up on his shoulders, setting him up for the Final Tic 2.0 (Fireman's Carry into Single Knee Facebreaker)!! But Vaughn readjusts, pulling Duce down into a pinning combination!!! 1... 2.. and Duce easily kicks out in time! Both men get up, with Vaughn again trying for a roll-up, but Duce gets away, sending Vaughn rolling on his own. Duce then leaps at Vaughn, scoring a Superman Punch!!! He hits closer to the wrist than the hand, sending Vaughn reeling into the ropes!! Vaughn, dazed, stumbles back out, and Duce catches him, delivering the Duce of Clubs (Ripcord Headbutt, followed by Vicious Knee Strike)!!! Vaughn's down, as Duce makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Duce Jones!!!

Rockwell: Hey, ref, Duce used that piece of handcuff on his wrist!! That's illegal!

Hood: That piece wouldn't have been there if Zybala hadn't cheated first!

Rockwell: Well, either way, this one's over... and the time?

*The clock is shown, showing.... 4:39!!*

Hood: Wait, hold on... that's the same time as Dylan Thomas!

Rockwell: So what does that mean? Do we go into milliseconds to decide the current leader? Or would both get the opportunity at Lissie Hope if the results stay this way??

Hood: I'd say Duce deserves a minute or two shaved off at least, personally... but then Dylan deserves it too...

*Duce looks extremely displeased, glaring down at the unconscious Vaughn before turning towards the referee, who quickly gets out of the ring before he can be targeted. We cut away.*



*The picture shifts to a commercialized-looking set-up, appearing to have tombstones and mausoleums, the signs of a regular cemetery. The camera pans across the area, showing many familiar wrestler names on the tombstones. A few hands appear, pushing their way upwards, as a voice can be heard.*

Voice: It's never too early... to be thinking about Halloween... start preparing now... for it's 2020, so you know it's going to be a hell of a crazy night...

*As more figures begin to appear, a banner takes over the screen.*

*We fade out.*





*"I Miss The Misery" by Halestorm starts to play, getting the crowd on their feet.*

Rockwell: We're getting a visit from the former two-time World Television Champion, Ryot!

Hood: Hell of a fight last Sunday, I really thought he was going to pull off the comeback in the Iron Man match.

Rockwell: We've heard some people mocking the idea of the TV Title getting an Iron Man match, but Ryot and Enforcer truly gave us a tremendous contest, proving to the world that the TV Title is worth it!

*Ryot walks out to the ring looking at the crowd and nodding in agreement at their cheers. He steps into the ring and walks into the corner to grab a microphone. He is not dressed to wrestle at all. He is wearing a casual black tank top with black slim fit jeans and sneakers. His long hair is put up into a bun as he begins to speak into the microphone.*

Ryot: You guys liked Heat Wave?

*They cheer in agreement.*

Ryot: Well I'm glad to hear that. I don't want to take time away from the great competitors in the back. But, I just wanted to take a couple minutes of your time to let you know what's going on with me and my future.

*He paces back and forth in the ring.*

Ryot: This was all I've ever wanted. Wrestling was, and still is my life. And ever since GCWA became my focus, that drive and love for this sport only grew stronger. I've been to wars with Jack Puffer, Anderson Haze, The Enforcer, and who can forget that ridiculous Twitter banter with Tony the Spider. Heh, all of that has only happened in what has been a roller coaster couple of months.

*He pauses.*

Ryot: That being said, eventually the roller coaster...has to stop and you have to get off the ride. I'm telling you all this not as Ryot, but as James Clark. I'm not leaving the business, but I just need to take a break off of this roller coaster.

*The crowd claps for him.*

Ryot: So this isn't a goodbye, okay? I can tell you that for sure, because I'm only just getting started here. But please, in the meantime, support the Anderson Hazes, support the Lissie Hopes, support the Enforcers and everyone else that I didn't mention that continue to come out here and give you all with the best damn entertainment in the game.

*They all cheer and clap as Ryot looks at them.*

Ryot: I may have been an asshole, I may have been loved. But I can tell you now, that I've been grateful for each and every single one of you people.

*He walks over to the camera and signals for him to come closer.*

Ryot: And Enforcer, keep that title warm and keep its momentum going because WHEN I come back...You know what I'm gonna be coming back for.

*He smirks, winks and faces back towards the crowd.*

Ryot: Thank you everyone!

*He lays the microphone down in the middle of the GCWA ring. He bows to all 4 sides of the ring to thank everyone in attendance. As he is walking up the ramp, Lionel is waiting for him as he finally embraces him with a hug after months of bullying. The crowd cheers as both men raise each other's arms and leave the stage.*

Hood: Oh, man... that sucks!

Rockwell: He's not gone forever, Hood. Everyone needs that break to refresh themselves and come back stronger. I still believe that Ryot could be a future World Champion here in the GCWA.

Hood: Definitely. Man, I'm going to miss Future Shock!

Rockwell: Despite this shocking announcement, we've got to keep moving. Let's get to our next match!


Singles Match
PerZag (7-4) vs. Thunder (0-18)

Rockwell: Coming up right now we have PerZag vs Thunder in another Beat the Clock match. Can Thunder get the win over PerZag or can PerZag advance?

Hood: Come on Adrian! I think everyone knows the answer to that...

Rockwell: Let's take it to Minos and get this started. Minos?

Minos: Making his way to the ring, from El Paso, Texas...standing 6'3 and weighing 220lbs......Thunder!

"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder appears on the entryway, letting out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. He then strikes a few poses before making his way to the ring.*

Hood: Wait, why is Thunder getting the chance to have an entrance this week?

Rockwell: I'm not really sure, but I guess everyone deserves an entrance sometime?

Minos: And his opponent... standing 6'5" and weighing 216 lbs... from Australia... here is "The Sexiest Man On Earth" PerZag!!

Rockwell: At Heatwave PerZag lost his match against the North American Champion Chelsea LeClair but what a match it was, regardless.

Hood: Oh yeah, definitely.

'Whatever It Takes' by Imagine Dragons plays to the crowd as the women in the audience lose their shit. The men roll their eyes, stick fingers up and boo as the 'Sexiest Man On The Earth' PerZag, walks out from the back. Wearing a long blue gown, he winks at all the ladies as he walks past, making them all go crazy. PerZag reaches the ringside, and quickly slides into the ring. He stands up, walks to the centre of the ring, and stops. The lights suddenly turn off, except for one spotlight that shines on the centre of the ring, directly on PerZag. PerZag grabs at his gown, pulling it off, showcasing his fantastic bod for all the people in the arena. He drops the gown to the ground as all the lights turn back on, and he walks over to one of the corners of the ring to await the match to start.*

Rockwell: And here we -

Hood: What is that idiot doing?!

*Thunder begins the match by marching up behind PerZag and taps him on the shoulder. PerZag turns around and Thunder takes a few steps back before letting out his Thunder Roar! That intimidates...absolutely nobody. PerZag just looks at Thunder confused for a few seconds before laughing in his face!*

Rockwell: PerZag showing absolutely zero fear tonight!

Hood: Would you?

Rockwell: ... I absolutely would, yes.

Hood: Really?

Rockwell: No.

*PerZag instantly grabs hold of Thunder, taking him down with a back suplex! Keeping the hold applied, PerZag rolls his hips so he and Thunder are in a standing position and PerZag quickly switches to a standing suplex position, deciding to drop Thunder down into a big standing suplex!*

Rockwell: Great suplex from PerZag! Is there anything that this man cannot do?

Hood: He's the Sexiest Man On Earth, Adrian! Of course, there's nothing he can't do! PerZag is an all-rounder! Hell, THE all-rounder - well, with the exception of Dylan Thomas.

*PerZag eventually drops Thunder on his back before walking around to Thunder's head and stomps clean on his face. PerZag picks up Thunder and takes him down once again into a huge DDT! PerZag looks at the turnbuckle, perhaps looking for Pure Beauty (Top Rope Moonsault to a standing opponent) but changes his mind shaking his head with a smirk on his face. Instead, PerZag picks Thunder up and delivers another quick DDT.*

Rockwell: Thunder is out! You have to believe that this is it for Thunder.

Hood: You expected anything less?

Rockwell: Don't be mean, Hood!

Hood: Just being honest... It's Thunder for fuck's sake.

*PerZag picks up Thunder one more time and whips him to the corner. After a quick slap to the face from PerZag, PerZag sets Thunder up for the Tornado DDT and hits it! PerZag insultingly takes a breather and laughs at the downed Thunder. He then pauses for the crowd, getting a lot of boos from the straight males in the audience. There are however just as many cheers from the straight females in the audience!*

Rockwell: The Tornado DDT! Always a beautiful move!

Hood: Especially from the Sexiest Man on Earth!

*PerZag then cockily backs up towards Thunder, not paying attention to him and is suddenly caught in a roll-up! 1...2... PerZag kicks out!*

Hood: Holy shit!

Rockwell: Thunder almost won!

*PerZag angry now at almost getting caught out punches Thunder square in the jaw from still on the ground, sending Thunder reeling backwards. Thunder comes back though, as PerZag attempts to stand up and knocks PerZag down with a clothesline! Thunder looks stunned at having hit an offensive move! Refusing to stop, Thunder picks up PerZag and slams him down with a brutal body slam! Thunder shocks himself that he manages to slam PerZag, and looks around at everyone in the crowd - all of whom are in awe at what just happened!*

Hood: I don't believe this shit!

Rockwell: Believe it, Hood! Thunder's on a roll! Speaking of which...

*With PerZag still down, Thunder takes a few steps back, feeling the energy from the crowd. He wants his Rolling Thunder! (Flip Rolling Senton), a move that's never been seen in the GCWA!! He runs.... and misses, as PerZag easily sits up and gets out of the way!*

Rockwell: That would have been the upset of the year!

Hood: The century!

Rockwell: But PerZag's back on his feet now...

Hood: Now PerZag, take him down!

*PerZag is utterly furious now that Thunder has managed to get in so much offense! PerZag shoves Thunder off of him and gets him up for the Worthiest Move Of All! (Powerbomb into Double Knee Backbreaker) and hits it! Thunder screams in agony after that move, but furious, PerZag is not done. He lifts Thunder up for the Sexy Neutraliser (Torture Rack) and Thunder immediately signals that he gives up. PerZag drops Thunder to the floor. The ref rings the bell and this one is finally over!*

Minos: Here is your winner....By submission....The Sexiest Man on Earth...PERZAG!

Rockwell: Tough break for Thunder there.

Hood: Fuck! That went on longer than I expected.

Rockwell: Let's see about PerZag's time...

*The camera focuses once again on the clock... showing 3:58!!*

Rockwell: We have a new leader! Will it be PerZag getting the World Title shot against Lissie Hope?

Hood: Damn, Dylan was robbed, but it's hard to be mad at PerZag. The man's a wrestling GOD!

Rockwell: He's set up a difficult time for Chelsea Leclair to beat, but it's not impossible by any means...

*PerZag looks pleased with the victory, even if he's not too happy with the offense that Thunder managed to land on him. He leaves the ring.*



*We're shown a view of Lissie Hope, who has been watching all of the activity throughout the night. She nods approvingly at PerZag taking the lead, but she knows that Chelsea LeClair is next. We fade out.*





*We're back in the offices of the Barrows, where Jonathan Barrows is pictured, finishing off some paperwork. Deana, his sister, steps through the door, walking over to him.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hey, Deana. Did you get that paperwork filed for Barry? I know you've been wanting it all month...

Deana Barrows: Never mind that. Have you heard from Dad lately?

Jonathan Barrows: Ace? No, not since Sunday. He was pretty excited about the Beat The Clock Challenge he had set up, I'm surprised he hasn't been here to see it.

Deana Barrows: That's the thing, though, John. I went by Dad's house and checked with his housekeeper. Martha said Dad arrived late Sunday night and was home the last few days. But he went out Thursday to take care of something, and she hasn't seen him since!

*Jonathan gets up, looking slightly concerned. He walks over to Deana.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'm sure Ace is fine. You know Dad, he tends to like going on a wild goose chase. He probably heard about a new wrestler that was in Los Angeles or something and jumped on the jet...

Deana Barrows: No, the jet is still at the airport since Sunday...

Jonathan Barrows: Well, then, he's travelling incognito. You tried calling him?

Deana Barrows: Five times. I'm worried.

*Jonathan gives his sister a hug, consoling her. He has a thoughtful look on his face.*

Jonathan Barrows: We'll find him. I'll make some calls...

*Suddenly, the door swings open, with a harried-looking attendant hurrying in. Jonathan glares at him, never liking someone just bursting in, but the attendant is too frazzled to catch the hint. He comes up, whispering something to Jonathan, darkening his face further.*

Jonathan Barrows: Look, Deana, I've got to go take care of something. But don't fret, Ace will pop up. I'm sure of it.

*Jonathan gives Deana one final hug before hurrying out of the room. Deana doesn't seem to be too comforted, walking over to her father's empty desk and staring at it. We return to ringside.*

Rockwell: Oh, no! The Accelerator is missing!

Hood: Eh, he was just the figurehead, anyway...

Rockwell: How can you say that, Hood? He's the founder of the GCWA! The father of Jonathan, Hunter, & Deana!

Hood: And they've proven in the past that they can run this place without him! Ace is probably taking a well-deserved vacation after Heat Wave.

Rockwell: Without telling his kids??

Hood: Would you tell your kids if you were going to Hawaii or something?

Rockwell: ... I'd be tempted not to, but I think I would, just in case. I wouldn't just disappear!

Hood: Then you're a better man than The Accelerator. Let's get to the main event!

Rockwell: Man, I hope Ace is alright. Okay, the show must go on, I suppose...


Non-Title Beat The Clock Singles Match
Chelsea LeClair (5-1) vs. Xtreme (7-30-1)

Rockwell: Either LeClair or Xtreme have to beat a time of three minutes, fifty-eight seconds, to win the Beat The Clock Challenge...

Hood: You're really going to include Xtreme in that? He's lost 30 times!

Rockwell: ... Fine. LeClair has to beat that time. You happy?

Hood: Nope, not since Dylan was eliminated... but I think PerZag vs. Hope would be an awesome match.

Rockwell: No question, but so would LeClair vs. Hope. Let's find out who gets the shot!

Minos:It's time for our main event of the evening... introducing first... standing 6'3" and weighing 290 lbs... from Parts Unknown... here is Xtreme!!

* As the first chords of "What I've Done" by Linkin Park plays, the lights around the entrance begin to flash rapidly. In the midst of this, the dark, tortured presence of Xtreme appears. He walks slowly out onto the ramp, grinning at the thought of the violence to come. He makes his way towards the ring, his smile growing larger the closer he gets.*

Rockwell: Xtreme's been working on his mental issues as of late, with the hopes that maybe he can figure out what's been blocking him in the ring.

Hood: It's hard to see that Humpty Dumpty brain of his ever fixed well enough to be a contributing member of society, much less a star wrestler.

Rockwell: Well, I think he's seen what his brother, Barry, has done, and maybe that will inspire him.

Hood: Guess we'll find out tonight.

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

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

Rockwell: Chelsea went on an Extreme Fear Factor show this week...

Hood: I can't believe they made her go through mosquitoes. Do you know how many diseases she could have been exposed to??

Rockwell: I was more concerned with the video game consoles and barbed wire baseball bats being thrown at her...

Hood: Yeah, that was pretty bad, too. But she won, so it doesn't matter now!

Rockwell: Reality television is just insane now....

*Xtreme is grinning, looking like he's going to enjoy himself one way or another in this contest. LeClair hands off her championship to be put to the side for safety. As the referee walks over to give it to the timekeeper...*

*"Existence is Punishment" by Crowbar begins to play! The fans turn as they watch Outcast make his way out of the back!*

Hood: What's the drunk doing out here?

Rockwell: As far as we know, Hood, Outcast was perfectly sober and just acting when he won the Golden Opportunity last Sunday...

Hood: Is he drunk now?

Rockwell: Not by the looks of it. So is he thinking of using his contract on LeClair's title? And why come out here now?

Hood: I don't know, but it could be a good distraction for PerZag...

*Outcast walks down the aisle, stopping at the edge as he gets near the ring. LeClair is watching him closely, not wanting him to interfere, but Outcast just talks to a fan at ringside and gets a chair handed over to him. Outcast sets it up in the aisle, sitting back as if just to watch the match.*

Rockwell: I guess Outcast is just here to observe...

Hood: As long as he stays over there, I'm fine with it.

*LeClair doesn't appear to trust Outcast's intentions, but she straightens up when the referee walks back into the ring and signals for the Bell to Ring! LeClair, hearing it, turns towards Xtreme... who is already charging her! He leaps for a splash, but LeClair manages to get out of the way, and Xtreme hits the turnbuckle at full speed!! The impact is so severe, Xtreme flips OVER the ropes next to the turnbuckle, crashing down to the apron below, then falling off hard to the outside of the ring!! It was an all-or-nothing gamble that failed miserably for Xtreme! LeClair pulls herself back up where she fell, not realizing at first how bad things went for Xtreme. She asks the ref, who points out of the ring, and LeClair immediately heads that direction.*

Hood: A suicide maneuver from Xtreme shows how well his therapy is going...

Rockwell: Still, this is a bad break for LeClair.

Hood: What? What match are YOU watching, Adrian?

Rockwell: A nearly 300-lb wrestler is outside the ring, and LeClair's got to get him back in the ring if she wants any chance of Beating The Clock...

Hood: Just let Xtreme get counted out!

Rockwell: And if Xtreme takes a lot of time but gets back in before the 10 count? It's not worth the risk!

*Outcast doesn't seem too impressed so far, but then, he probably remembers Xtreme from years ago. LeClair is out of the ring now, struggling to get the heavyweight up off the outside mat. She drags Xtreme to the ring, fighting for every inch, as Xtreme doesn't seem to be doing much to help. LeClair gets Xtreme to the apron, fighting to get him up onto it, with Xtreme slumping back down. The referee has started to count, but true to GCWA form, he's taking his time, proving Rockwell's point. After some more struggle, LeClair finally manages to get Xtreme up on the edge and pushes hard, getting him under the ropes. LeClair gets up with him, rolling in and getting on top for the cover, as the ref stops his count and begins a different one... 1... 2... NO!! Xtreme actually kicks out before the count can finish!*

Hood: Of all times for Xtreme to wake up...

Rockwell: He may be broken, but you know Xtreme will fight no matter his condition. He loves the pain.

Hood: LeClair will be glad to give it to him...

*As Xtreme starts to get up, struggling, LeClair greets him with a running kick to the chest, straightening him up. Xtreme's arms swing, as he tries not to fall, but LeClair has no intention of letting him stay up. She comes in, leaping and grabbing him from behind to get a Double Knee Backbreaker!! With Xtreme down, LeClair makes another pin, trying to hold him down... 1... 2... and Xtreme gets his shoulder barely off the mat! LeClair sighs, wanting to finish thing, looking back at the clock for a second before getting up. Xtreme, showing his usual toughness, is again fighting to get back to his feet, not wanting to give up even though he landed on his cranium outside the ring. LeClair greets him with a springboard cross-body, taking him down again for the pin... 1... 2... No! Xtreme won't stay down! LeClair again checks out the time as she grabs hold of Xtreme's arms, trying to drag him.*

Rockwell: Time is running out for LeClair!

Hood: PerZag's about to earn the shot!

*As the time ticks down, LeClair heads up the turnbuckle, getting to the top. Outside the ring, Outcast looks like he's taking in everything, nodding to himself as he knows what's coming next. Xtreme is still down, unable to straighten up, as LeClair takes flight.... and lands CANCELLED!! (Corkscrew Moonsault)! She hits it perfectly, holding Xtreme down as the ref starts to count... 1... 2... 3!!!*

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

Rockwell: LeClair gets the win!

Hood: Of course she did, but was it in time?

*LeClair is already up and looking back at the stopped clock, as the camera moves to show us what she's seeing... 3:52!! LeClair smiles, knowing that she's pulled it off. The referee raises her hand while handing over the North American Title, allowing LeClair to put it on her shoulder.*

Rockwell: She did it! Chelsea LeClair wins the Beat The Clock challenge!

Hood: Fuck, I thought PerZag had it! Damn Xtreme, charging in like that...

Rockwell: That's a hell of a match to look forward to in the future!



*Outcast is shown on the outside, handing his chair back to the fans in the crowd. He doesn't bother looking back at LeClair, instead walking back up the aisle. He seems to have found out what he wanted to know. As Outcast reaches the stage, though, Outcast suddenly stops as the Halloween theme starts playing, and the GCWA Unified X-Division Champion, The Lost soul, steps out!*

Rockwell: What the...

Hood: And now Outcast gets confronted by another champion??

Rockwell: No, I don't think TLS is here for Outcast...

*Outcast watches as The Lost Soul walks past him, focused on going to the ring. He doesn't look back as Outcast considers TLS before continuing his departure. TLS, meanwhile, is heading towards the ring, where LeClair is watching with puzzlement.*

Hood: I'm surprised TLS can even walk after being burned last Sunday...

Rockwell: He seems intent on confronting LeClair... but wait, here comes Jonathan Barrows!

*The fans react, mostly negatively, as Jonathan Barrows is rushing down along with a couple of security guards. They manage to catch up to The Lost Soul before he can get to the ring, with Barrows arguing with him. TLS points into the ring, wanting to face the North American Champion, saying he's got the right thanks to holding a Golden Opportunity contract. But Barrows is shaking his head, asking if TLS has found the contract yet that he left behind in the ring for Noah Hanson. TLS angrily tries to turn back to the ring, but the security guards are there to keep him back. LeClair is watching all of this, shaking her head, as Barrows talks TLS into coming with him, probably saving the security guards from getting beat up. They walk away, although TLS clearly wants his chance.*

Rockwell: TLS has been wanting his North American Title shot for months now, but new champions just keep taking over...

Hood: Just let LeClair pummel him, Barrows, and end this once and for all!

*Barrows and The Lost Soul have left now, as LeClair does one more climbing of the turnbuckle, showing off the title in her hands. She comes down and leaves the ring, heading for the back as well.*

I like when you get mad.

*The crowd pops as LeClair looks up, seeing the GCWA World Heavyweight Champion Lissie Hope coming out of the back!!*

Rockwell: And now the champ is out here!

Hood: She said she wouldn't just be watching from the suites like O'Connor!

*LeClair approaches Hope cautiously, wondering if she's here for some other reason. But Hope raises a hand to LeClair, congratulating her on the victory. The two shake, exchanging words, before Hope nods to LeClair and turns away, gesturing to her for the fans to cheer.*

Rockwell: Hope seems a lot more sincere than O'Connor did when Hope won the tournament...

Hood: Yeah, but does she mean any of it? Hope beat LeClair in the first round of the tournament, remember? Does she expect just to run over LeClair again?

*Hope and LeClair stand next to each other, with the fans cheering the potential of another match between them. They each are looking at each other as we slowly fade out, ending the episode.*

OOC: The post-PPV Inferno is up! We aren't dead after Heat Wave! Yay! Thanks to Jack Puffer, James Raven, and Dylan Thomas (not their characters, but their writers) for each taking on match-writing duties this week. Puffer wrote Thomas/Lightning & Blue Thunder/Warthog, Raven wrote the Hart/Raven tag match, and Thomas wrote PerZag/Thunder. So I appreciate all the help in getting an easier card this week. Also thanks to the mass of segments we got, taking us towards September! Good luck to all next week!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, September 4th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Atara Themis vs. Aaron Warthog

Blue Thunder vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn

Sins of the Fathers (Marcus Ka'Derrion & Xavier Lux) vs. The Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning)

Noah Jackson & Shawn Warstein vs. The Impasta Mafia (Manny Cotti & Al Fredo)

PerZag vs. Justice Orton-Cross

Byson Kaliban vs. Mike Zybala, Grudge Match

Dave Branson vs. James Raven

Enforcer(c) vs. Tony The Spider, GCWA World Television Title match

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, August 28th to Wednesday, September 2nd, giving you 6 days to post your roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count. You may only post one roleplay per day for the title matches.

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

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

Outsiders match - 2 roleplays, set to 750 words max for the PPV.

Good luck to all!