Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*"The Year That Shall Not Be Named" continued this week, with Corona virus cases, at least in my area, hitting massive new highs. Gotta love having the college crowd back in town, right? Nothing like reaching thousands of new cases in a week for the first time. What a thrill! Still, some people are trying to get back to normal, and we have all the highest hopes for them, but the main thing to remember is that the GCWA has remained "normal" throughout all of this! So remember to send in all your donations now, and keep the GCWA running for all time! Just call 1-800-NOYOUCANTHAVEMYNUMBER and give us all your credit card information! But do that later. We've got a show to watch! Tada for now!*

*We watch the logo for the GCWA fade away once again, as we prepare for another exciting night of action. Jonathan Barrows steps into view, smiling at the camera.*

Jonathan Barrows: Last month, history was made, as the GCWA crowned their first-ever female World Champion.

*Quick footage rolls of Lissie Hope's amazing victory over Mack O'Connor, ending his career in the GCWA and giving Hope the World Title.*

Jonathan Barrows: Last week, five superstars were given the opportunity to earn the first shot against her. And more history was made.

*We see Justice Orton-Cross, Dylan Thomas, Duce Jones, PerZag, and finally Chelsea LeClair winning their matches. LeClair's time is focused on, showing that it was the top time in the Beat The Clock Challenge.*

Jonathan Barrows: In September, history will once again be made... as we see two women meeting up for the biggest title in the company!

*A colorful spread shows behind Barrows, with images of Chelsea LeClair and Lissie Hope facing each other.*

Jonathan Barrows: Prepare yourselves, because it is, most definitely, a New Era!

*Per usual, the darkness starts to close in on Jonathan Barrows as he smirks. 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. The Death Penalty. Souled Out. The Flight of the Raven. 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! The crowd is hot as ever, glad to be somewhere different after the hell that has been 2020. Most appear to be wearing their masks. There are a few empty seats here and there, possibly where people have been escorted out for not following the rules. Or maybe they're just in the bathroom, and thought they had a little more time to relieve themselves. We head down past the fans to join Adrian Rockwell & Hood.*

Rockwell: Hello, everyone, and welcome back to Friday Night Inferno!

Hood: You know you missed us...

Rockwell: We're bringing you guys all the fights tonight, as we have eight matches scheduled for our two-hour show!

Hood: We're really jamming them in, aren't we?

Rockwell: Some newcomers will be in action, as well as established stars. We've also got a Grudge match between Byson Kaliban and Mike Zybala, a marquee match between Dave Branson and James Raven, and in our main event, the World Television Title is on the line between champion Enforcer and former champion Tony The Spider!

Hood: Of all the people they could have chosen, they picked Tony. I'm serious, he must have something on one of the Barrows...

Rockwell: It's going to be an incredible night!

*The camera goes backstage, specifically with a locker room door with an elaborate sign plastered on reading.*

*Damn, you think, that's a nice ass sign. The camera is knocked away as Noah Jackson and Shawn Warstein barge past in civ clothing; Noah has a large cooler in his hand and The Sick Cunts greet their allies Jackson Hart and James Raven inside who have set up a TV and stop their chatting as they meet eyes with Shawn and Noah.*

NOAH: "G'day cunts!"

*Noah slides the cooler along the floor towards Raven who halts it with his foot.*

SHAWN: "Not interrupting anything are we?"

JAX: "Just here to watch the show and show my support to you guys, there beer in this by the way?"

*Jackson asks pointing down at the cooler reaching in before anyone can answer.*

NOAH: "Fuck yeah, cunt."

JAX: "Ripper... did I say that right?"

*Noah gives two thumbs up as Hart takes a beer and passes one to each member. Shawn sits down next to Raven as Hart and Noah talk.*

SHAWN: "Look at our boys getting along."

RAVEN: "I know! So cute seeing a romance bloom."

SHAWN: "Thought you be pissed about Noah stealing your man."

RAVEN: "Ha! Fuck you."

*Suddenly Noah shushes the room as a lightbulb pops up above his head.*

NOAH: "Cunts I have THE best idea!"

*Noah pauses as the others wait for his dramatic pause to end.*

NOAH: "Drinking game, cunts!"

*They all look at one another, Raven hesitates to ask.*

RAVEN: "That a good idea?"

JAX: "Good? No. Great.."

RAVEN: "You would say that, you don't have to drink several cans of this Aussie piss and wrestle for 20 minutes."

*Noah's eyes widen in rage as Hart gives a shrug to James.*

JAX: "...You're right... I think it's a GREAT idea."

SHAWN: "James, what else you gonna do? Stretch and workout like a nerd?"

*Raven gives a crooked look towards Warstein, Noah belches and interrupts.*

NOAH: "Yeah you fucking nerd, stop being a cunt, cunt!"

RAVEN: "Are you drunk already?" Raven turns back to Shawn. "Is he drunk?"

*Warstein shrugs.*

SHAWN: "My boy likes to day drink and can't handle his liquor despite what he says."

*Jackson throws his now empty can to the side and takes another one from the cooler and leans down so he's eye level with his seated companions.*

NOAH: "Right, listen closely cunts cuz I'mma only 'plain the rules once."

RAVEN: "Oh okay we're playing a drinking game, cool."

*Hart chuckles as he sips on the beer.*

NOAH: "The game's called Melbourne Muntmouth."

HART: "That sounds made-up."

*Noah leans real close to Hart's face who reels from the stench of alcohol.*

NOAH: "Well it's not, cunt." Noah stands back up straight with a slight wobble. "The rules are simple; we watch the show any time a commentator states the obvious you put a finger to your right nostril."

*Noah demonstrates and waits expectantly at everyone else to follow. They all slowly do.*

NOAH: "Very good! Last cunt to do so takes a sipperooni! You see a cunt get bonced on the konk, you go twos up, that's a threefer if there's red. When someone gets nutted you down a bevvie and if you see a Sheila sporting Debbies you gotta call out "CRIKEY!" If you don't you gotta take a shot of this shit."

*Noah leans down into the cooler and pulls out a bottle of tequila, spinning it around and showing it to the group.*

NOAH: "Loser of the night has to eat this gnarly scorpion in the bottom of the bottle! Gonna be a cooked moon that's for sure, cunts."

*The camera cuts to the three looking confused; Jax turns to Shawn.*

JAX: "What the fuck did he just say?"

*Warstein clears his throat.*

SHAWN: "I believe he wants one of us to eat a scorpion."

JAX: "Yeah I got that but what about the rest?"

*Noah pushes Jax up and sits down to watch the live feed on the TV.*

SHAWN: "Oh... I have no clue."

RAVEN: "He's your kid."

SHAWN: "Do you really think I understand a word that comes out of his mouth that isn't 'dad' and 'cunt'?

RAVEN & JAX: "Yes."

*Shawn rolls his neck and scratches his temple.*

SHAWN: "I guess... If someone hits their head take two drinks, crotch shot down the drink. Chick with some tig-ole-bitties say Crikey if you miss out take a shot."

JAX: "Huh, I though konk meant nose for some reason."

*Noah points at the TV.*

NOAH: "CRIKEY!"

RAVEN & JAX: "CRIKEY!"

SHAWN: "CR- Fuck... I'm gonna hate this game aren't I?"

*The scene slowly fades to black as Warstein pours himself a shot. We go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: So they take a drink every time one of us points out the obvious? Along with other things that I don't quite understand?

Hood: Hah, you just made someone drink! Oh, by the way... the sky is blue...

Rockwell: Cut that out, Hood.

Hood: Also, water is wet...

Rockwell: You're going to kill someone!

Hood: Hah! Serves them right...

Rockwell: Let's just get to our first match...

Hood: Which is on first!

Rockwell: *sigh* Minos?

Singles Match
Atara Themis (0-0) vs. Aaron Warthog (5-20)

Minos: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'1" and weighing 330 lbs... from Charleston, South Carolina... here is Aaron Warthog!!

"Everyone Knows I'm Hog Wild!"

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

Rockwell: Warthog and his friends got down to playing Fall Guys this week.

Hood: Not the best training, but surely a hell of a lot more fun.

Rockwell: I've never actually played it, but it looked both exciting and frustrating.

Hood: Oh yeah, when that guy grabs you in mid-jump and you end up falling off the platform? Many curse words will be heard...

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'10" and weighing 138 lbs... from Athens, Greece... here is Atara Themis!!

*Hello Doves appears briefly on screens over the arena in pink accompanied by Atara's voice saying the same over the arena PA right before her theme hits the speakers. The crowd pops like crazy. Arena lights start to pulse in time with the music and multiple vertical streams of pyro erupt across the front of stage. Strutting with purpose, Atara emerges from the back taking spot at centerstage right before the ramp. Posing for the camera, a wink and kiss is given to the viewers at home.*

*Grunge walking to the ringsteps, Atara stops at the top and posturesconce more for the fans before going to the middle of the apron where she blows yet another kiss to the camera before entering the ring.*

Rockwell: There's been a lot of excitement to see Atara debut in the GCWA.

Hood: We've really been signing some major talent in the last few months, haven't we? The GCWA's rolling!

Rockwell: More talent means more competition, which means it's going to get a little tighter near the top of the title ranks...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So let's see if Warthog's gaming has prepared him for someone like Atara...

Hood: Hey, it may just be a game, but it does teach you some strategy, promoting patience and not taking risks...

*As Atara comes out of her corner, Warthog suddenly leans forward, using the ropes behind him to get a good tilt forward. He then charges out of the corner, going for the Stampede!!! But Atara immediately meets the rushing wrestler, jumping up and scoring a knee to the head with the Judgement of Paris!!!! Warthog's down, knocked senselsss, as Atara stands over him, shaking her head.*

Hood: ... Or he could just charge forward and plunge off quickly. Fool.

Rockwell: Definitely not the best choice for Warthog...

*Warthog doesn't look like he's in great shape to continue, as that knee landed perfectly to the top of his head due to the charge. He is slowly trying to get up, looking like he doesn't know which way is up. It's almost like his character got disconnected from the server. Atara lets him expend the energy to get up, and then she comes in, scoring with multiple European uppercuts that ring Warthog's bell once again. He leans against the ropes, his eyes glazed over. Atara doesn't look like she wants to waste any more time, as she gets Warthog's arm and twists him backwards, flipping the big man over into a Gannosuke Clutch!! The referee dives forward, making the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Atara Themis!!

Rockwell: One of the fastest matches I think we've seen here on Inferno!

Hood: Yeah, too bad Atara wasn't part of the Beat the Clock Challenge last week...

Rockwell: She really knocked Warthog senseless with the Judgement of Paris, and after that, this one was all but over. She didn't even need to break out her main finishers!

Hood: It's Warthog, you really shouldn't need a finisher to win...

*Atara is back up now, looking like there's not a single hair out of place. She stops at the ropes, blowing another kiss to the camera with a smile, before turning and leaving the ring. Warthog's still trying to sit up, wondering what on earth just happened to him.*

*We go backstage and return to Legacy's dressing room; the group are looking tipsy, especially Shawn. All four men remove a finger from their nostril as the TV shows the camera panning the crowd and all four men lean in intently searching for something.*

SHAWN: "CRIKEY!"

NOAH: "WHERE!?"

SHAWN: "Right fucking there!"

*Shawn wags his finger at the screen and the other 3 squint; Hart blows a raspberry.*

JAX: "Those are at most B-cups, man."

SHAWN: "Oh c'mon."

RAVEN: "That's a party foul, dude, drink."

NOAH: "James is right, two shots cunt."

SHAWN: "Oh come the fuck on."

*Warstein shakes his head pouring a shot and throwing it back with a grimace before taking another shot; there's a knock on the door and Atara Themis peeks in in her wrestling gear but make-up intact. Noah, Jax and Raven point at Atara.*

NOAH, JAX & RAVEN: "CRIKEY!"

*Shawn looks up with his mouth agape, shot in hand.*

SHAWN: "OH WHAT!? That doesn't count."

NOAH: "It counts, cunt, drink up."

*Noah taps the bottom of Shawn's shot glass. Atara enters the room fully with a smirk.*

ATARA: "You guys playing Melbourne Muntmouth?"

*Noah smiles and nods as the other three seem confused. Themis goes to take a seat but stops short pointing to Noah.*

ATARA: "Punchie rules or Victoria standard?"

NOAH: "Victoria standard."

ATARA: "Sweet! Throw me a beer."

*Jax tosses Atara a can and both him and Noah move up to make room for Atty who cracks open the can and sits down staring ahead at the TV. Shawn just stares forward with his eyes unfocused.*

Rockwell: It's not looking too good for Warstein at this point...

Hood: Man, I hope he doesn't throw up on us during his match...

Tag-Team Match
Sins of the Fathers (Marcus Ka'Derrion & Xavier Lux) (3-1) vs. The Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning) (0-8)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... coming down the aisle... weighing a combined 420 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... here are Thunder & Lightning... Wrath of the Storm!!

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder appears on the entryway first, letting out a loud yell before lifting up a sign with a man's picture on it with one hand, while raising up a clipboard in the other. Lightning follows behind, hoisting up his own sign that says "Freedom For Joe!" They start chanting to the crowd as they walk towards the ring.*

Rockwell: Thunder and Lightning had seemingly found their 'long-lost brother,' Joe, a few weeks ago. However, Joe was then arrested and shown to actually be a con artist.

Hood: A very bad con artist. Why choose two broke guys like Thunder & Lightning?

Rockwell: I mean, the fact that they still believe Joe is their brother despite the arrest probably says something about his choice.

Hood: True, maybe he thought he could bleed some autograph sessions out of them or something...

Minos: Their opponents... weighing a combined 445 lbs... here are "His Legacy" Marcus Ka'Derrion & "Venom XL" Xavier Lux... Sins of the Fathers!!

*The song "The End is the Beginning is the End" by Smashing Pumpkins begins to play, causing the fans to turn towards the entrance. After the 30 second intro, the following words appear on the screen...:*

The sewers belch me up
The heavens spit me out
From Ether's tragic I am born again
And now I'm with you now
Inside your world of wow
To move in desires made of deadly pretends
Till the end times begin...

*As those words fade and the song continues, "Sins of the Fathers" is now displayed on the big screen and the crowd, who by now has gotten to their feet, give a nice reaction as they see the newly formed tag team of Marcus Ka'Derrion and Xavier Lux come out from the back. They stand side by side in the entrance soaking it all in before giving a side fist bump to each other and making their way down to the ring. Their video package plays on the big screen, showing highlights of their in-ring debut at the Heat Wave Pay-Per-View.*

Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame
You can watch the world devoured in it's pain
Strange

*Marcus gives fans on either side of the ramp fist bumps but Xavier remains focused on the ring, ignoring the fans as they reach out. Once they hit the ring, Marcus climbs onto one of the corners and begins to play to the crowd, trying to get Xavier into it but he waves him off, going to the opposite corner where he awaits the start of the match.*

Rockwell: Ka'Derrion has made it his goal to get Xavier Lux a championship.

Hood: Selfless as always. I hate it.

Rockwell: They start this week by going after the team that didn't make it to Heat Wave.

Hood: If you've got to start somewhere, it might as well be at the bottom.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Let's see if Wrath of the Storm can compete!

Hood: I'm not sure they're even here to wrestle. Idiots.

*As Ka'Derrion and Lux are waiting, Thunder & Lightning are still outside the ring, marching around. They get the crowd to chant "Freedom For Joe!", before finally turning and entering the ring. The signs are still in the air, as they do a quick circle around the ropes. Both Ka'Derrion and Lux look like they can't believe what they're seeing.*

Rockwell: It may seem silly...

Hood: Not the word I'm thinking of...

Rockwell: ... but you've got to think that it wouldn't be a bad thing to have these guys as 'brothers'. They're really getting behind Joe.

Hood: You mean Ken. Ken Tomasso. A fraud.

Rockwell: Yes, I know, and they're in serious denial, but still...

*The referee is trying to get the wrestlers' attention, telling them that the match has already begun. Thunder turns to him, handing off his sign to Lightning. He gets the clipboard out, flipping open the first page connected and asking the referee to sign his 'petition'. The referee doesn't look happy, being put on the spot, but after more encouragement goes ahead and signs it. Thunder then turns towards Ka'Derrion, who's waiting as the legal man in the ring. He offers the notebook to Ka'Derrion, asking him to show some compassion for his fellow man. Ka'Derrion looks over at Lux with a shrug, with Lux just wanting to get on with it. Ka'Derrion then takes the pen, looking at the few names on the petition page. With a flourish, Ka'Derrion signs his name, to the cheers of some of the members of the GCWA Arena. Thunder takes back the clipboard, very pleased. He turns, offering the clipboard to Lux as well, but Lux wants nothing to do with it. Thunder turns back towards Ka'Derrion, raising a hand towards him, but Ka'Derrion just shrugs and grabs his outstretched arm, whipping Thunder into the corner!! The clipboard goes flying, as Thunder turns back into Ka'Derrion, who nails him with a running European uppercut!!*

Hood: So much for that!

Rockwell: At least he signed it...

Hood: Someone should go grab that clipboard, it's got a Hall of Fame signature in it now...

*Ka'Derrion pulls Thunder out of the corner as he turns towards Lux, tagging him in. Xavier heads up the turnbuckle, even as Ka'Derrion brings Thunder around and down with a backbreaker, holding him in place! Lux then leaps in with a second-rope leg drop, taking Thunder to the mat!! The fans cheer as Lux makes the pin... 1... 2... and somehow Thunder kicks out in time. Lux pulls Thunder back up, taking him over with a snap suplex to lay him out once more. He looks over to the opposing corner, where Lightning just raises his hands, not wanting to interfere in any way. Lux turns back, tagging Ka'Derrion before lifting Thunder up once more and shoving him into the corner. Lux gets some room, then runs forward, scoring a Penalty Kick!! Thunder falls out of the corner, even as Ka'Derrion climbs up the second turnbuckle himself and leaps off with a flying elbow drop!! Thunder's looking in bad shape, as Lightning steps off the apron and heads around, going to collect the clipboard.*

Rockwell: I think Lightning is content to just leave Thunder in there.

Hood: So he's willing to fight to get his "brother" Joe out of jail, but he's not willing to fight for his actual brother? Hypocrite.

Rockwell: I'm sure Thunder's not happy about it, either, if he can even really think at this point.

*With Lightning moving outside the ring, searching for the clipboard, Ka'Derrion and Lux appear to have everything under control. They work together to lift Thunder up, immediately delivering a double face-first suplex! The two men then both drop elbows onto the back of Thunder's head, leaving him possibly out cold on the mat. Lux is ready for the pin, but Ka'Derrion doesn't like unfinished business, pointing out towards Lightning, who has finally found the clipboard. Lux and Ka'Derrion both run, sliding out of the ring to land on either sign of a surprised Lightning! Before Lightning can move, they lash out, scoring a double superkick!!! Lightning collapses outside, as Ka'Derrion & Lux turn and head back into the ring. Thunder is trying to get up, but he walks right into a second double superkick, stunning him! Lux then heads up the turnbuckle, even as Ka'Derrion shows his strength, lifting Thunder up onto his shoulders. He positions Thunder in front of the corner Xavier is on, and he leaps... scoring a Canadian Destroyer off the top of Ka'Derrion's shoulders!!!! Thunder may not be moving for some time as Ka'Derrion & Lux both make the pin... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... The Sins of the Fathers!!

Hood: Well, that was a slaughter. Thunder might need to start listing his height a couple of inches lower now, the way his neck crashed into the mat.

Rockwell: That was a devastating finisher, one that truly shows how dangerous The Sins of the Fathers can be!

Hood: I doubt there are many teams in the GCWA who are looking forward to facing these guys...

*Ka'Derrion and Lux take just a moment to celebrate with the fans before leaving, ready to get back to business. We see Lightning on the floor outside, cradling the notebook.*

*GCWA lead interviewer, Jones, stands in front of a Friday Night Inferno backdrop. With a microphone in hand, he gets his cue.*

Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, what a night of action it's been so far and we have plenty of great matches for you all to enjoy but right now.. Please welcome my guests, former GCWA Tag Team Champions, Duce Jones and Byson Kaliban!

*Audible boos can be heard resonate from inside the GCWA Arena as Duce and Byson both appear on screen. Duce to the left and Byson to the right. Jones' demeanor is one of fierce intensity, while Byson sports his sheepish grin.*

Jones: Welcome gentlemen.. Tonight, Byson you make your singles in-ring debut when you go against former Unified X-Division and Tag Champ, Mike Zybala! How are you feeling?

*Byson continues to grin as Jones places the mic towards his mouth.*

Byson Kaliban: Tonight, Jonesy, I show Mike Zybala what a true competitor looks like.

*Byson takes a step back and displays his new ring attire, a sleeveless, fitted black shirt along with black and silver tights. Duce can be seen rolling his eyes.*

Byson Kaliban: Tonight! I show the world that Mike Zybala's victory over me was a fluke!

*Byson appears extremely confident as he strokes his goatee.*

Jones: Well rumor has it that you were at the GCWA main office trying to get out of competing tonight?

*Byson puts on a farce shocked expression.*

Byson Kaliban: Where did you hear such garbage? I am a man before anything else and one Mike Zybala doesn't strike fear into my heart. As long as I got my brother at ringside watching my back.

*Byson reaches over and pats Duce on his shoulder.*

Byson Kaliban: Zybala doesn't stand a chance.

Jones: Well, apparently you haven't heard?

*Kaliban is now confused.*

Byson Kaliban: Heard what?

Jones: I got word earlier that Duce was banned from ringside.

*A look of fear from Byson tells the story.*

Byson Kaliban: What!? No, no, no, no... that's not right. What do you mean he's been banned from ringside?

Jones: I'm only the messenger.

Duce Jones: Well...

Byson Kaliban: Well? What the hell you mean, well?

Duce Jones: Looks like ya gotta go out there an' do dis on ya own.

Byson Kaliban: But... but...

*Duce now pats him on the back.*

Duce Jones: Don't worry bout it, bruh. You got dis..

*Duce gives him a wink before walking off.*

Byson Kaliban: Wait a gah'damn minute! Who do I talk to about this!? Did you have something to do with this?

*Byson asks Jones, who simply shrugs. Kaliban sighs in disappointment as he follows in the direction that Duce went, leaving Jones alone.*

Jones: Well, will Byson be able to pull out a victory as he goes at it alone against Mike Zybala? Keep watching Friday Night Inferno to find out.

*We go back to ringside.*

Hood: Well, that's not fair! Why ban Duce?

Rockwell: I'd say because of Duce & Byson's recent actions, including Duce attacking Zybala and costing him the Tag-Team Titles?

Hood: It's a new day, can't we move on and just fight?

Rockwell: That's what we're going to do. Minos?

Singles Match
Blue Thunder (2-0) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (9-31-1)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... first, making his way to the ring... 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 continued to train for his match against The Uber-Man. I think he believes facing Blue Thunder tonight will help with that.

Hood: I mean, I guess you can't go wrong with facing a masked lunatic to prepare for a masked lunatic, right?

Rockwell: I think Blue Thunder might not be too thrilled with your opinion of him. He's a hero!

Hood: To some people, maybe. To me, he's a potential menace...

Rockwell: Okay, J Jonah Jameson, whatever you say...

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. Paper Bag Man comes out from behind him, looking thrilled to be there. They march down the ramp together.*

Minos: Standing 6'3" and weighing 240 lbs... from Megalopolis... accompanied by Paper Bag Man... here is Blue Thunder!!

Rockwell: Blue Thunder has dealt with Otto Correct, but he still has to worry about The Timekeeper...

Hood: Who, Bob over there? That guy's harmless...

Rockwell: No, not Bob. This is a super-villain who can control time in Megalopolis.

Hood: Okay, better question, why is that guy wearing a paper bag on his head?

Rockwell: He's Paper Bag Man.

Hood: ... And that's the only explanation? Okay, then...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: For the first time ever, it's The Janitor vs. Blue Thunder!

Hood: You make it sound like that should be a special match.

Rockwell: The Janitor actually has a loyal following here in Dallas, so they'd love to see him take down Blue Thunder tonight.

Hood: I mean, anything is possible, just from the fact that Vaughn has the wins he does, but I wouldn't expect it...

*Vaughn walks towards Blue Thunder, stopping in the middle of the ring to wait for him. Blue Thunder, showing no fear, nods to Paper Bag Man before walking up to meet Vaughn. The two consider each other, with Vaughn deciding to take the initiative... and offer his hand. Blue Thunder considers the hand for a moment, possibly making sure there are no surprise gadgets waiting for him. Finding nothing, he goes ahead and accepts the gentlemanly offer, shaking Vaughn's hand. The crowd cheers the rare display of sportsmanship here in the GCWA, as the two men release their grips and step back, ready to go at it. Paper Bag Man is applauding on the outside, glad to see a clean contest for his first time there.*

Hood: I feel like throwing up.

Rockwell: It's good, every once in a while, to have a match where the two participants don't want to kill each other.

Hood: What's wrong with bloodshed? It pays your bills, Adrian!

*The two wrestlers come back together, locking up, with Blue Thunder getting a headlock on Vaughn. After a few seconds of struggling, Vaughn twists out of the hold, reversing it and getting his own headlock! Blue Thunder immediately lifts Vaughn up, dropping him over his shoulder, but Vaughn lands on his feet behind Blue Thunder, shoving him into the ropes. He goes for the roll-up, pulling Blue Thunder backwards... 1... 2.. and Blue Thunder reverses it, dropping Vaughn back to his own shoulders... 1... 2... Vaughn kicks free, with the two men getting to their feet. Vaughn comes in at Blue Thunder, only to feel the wrath of a hip toss. Blue Thunder then goes to grab the recovering Vaughn, but this time it's Vaughn with the hip toss, putting Blue Thunder down. The two wrestlers hop to their feet at the same time, considering each other as the crowd gives a good cheer for the competition.*

Rockwell: Vaughn's trying to show he can keep up with a technical super-hero like Blue Thunder...

Hood: Hey, he's already lasted longer than I thought he would, so congrats, Janitor.

*Blue Thunder and The Janitor circle around each other, still looking for a way past the other's guard. Vaughn tries a sneak, stepping forward only to jump back, but Blue Thunder doesn't fall for it, reading Vaughn's body movements as part of his training. When Vaughn jumps in again, possibly for another bluff, Blue Thunder's ready for him, diving forward and getting Vaughn's leg, getting a dragon leg whip to put the man down. As Vaughn works to hop back up, Blue Thunder is on the attack, catching Vaughn with a spinning wheel kick that puts The Janitor on his back! Blue Thunder jumps on top... 1... 2... and Vaughn manages to kick out. Blue Thunder jumps right back up, bringing Vaughn with him. He brings Vaughn around, before dropping him down with a belly-to-belly gutwrench suplex!!! Vaughn's stunned, as Blue Thunder again makes a cover... 1... 2... No! Vaughn escapes in time. Paper Bag Man is shown on the outside, cheering near the announcers, enjoying the moment. He celebrates as Blue Thunder goes off the ropes and comes back, getting a leg drop on the Janitor.*

Rockwell: Blue Thunder's showing why villains like the Timekeeper need to worry about him!

Hood: Geez, man, what did Bob over there do to you? Calling him a villain...

Rockwell: Again, I'm not... wait, Paper Bag Man, no, that's not what I...

Hood: Where's he going?

*As the match continues in the ring, Paper Bag Man, having overheard the discussion between the announcers, heads over to where the timekeeper, Bob, is sitting. He starts to confront him, wanting to know what dastardly plan the man is up to. Bob looks thoroughly confused. He argues that he's just there to keep the time, showing off the clock he's using, with Paper Bag Man immediately grabbing the clock as if it was a bomb about to go off. He takes off, running up the aisle with the clock over his head, yelling all the way. Blue Thunder stops in the ring, looking out at his partner with concern.*

Hood: Weird.

Rockwell: Gotta say, in all the years the GCWA has been in action, I think that might actually be a first.

Hood: Yeah, I don't think anyone's ever stolen the timekeeper's clock before. Now how will we know how long this match was?

*Paper Bag Man disappears into the back, as Blue Thunder thinks about heading out after him. But he knows he's made a commitment to complete this match, and Blue Thunder is always a man of his word. As Vaughn gets back to his feet, Blue Thunder comes in at him, setting Vaughn up and delivering a reverse piledriver!! That could be it, as Vaughn is down... 1... 2... but no, somehow The Janitor is able to find the strength of will to kick out one more time. Blue Thunder, respecting the effort of the man, brings him back up and locks him into place. Before Vaughn can do anything to save himself, Blue Thunder spins him down, landing Good Over Evil (Cross Rhodes)!!! Vaughn's now out cold, as Blue Thunder makes the clean pin, hanging on... 1... 2... 3!!!*

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

Rockwell: Our new hero stays undefeated!

Hood: Yep, he got another victory. But now he's got to go deal with the bagged guy...

Rockwell: I'm sure Blue Thunder is appropriately concerned with the whereabouts of his sidekick.

Hood: Hey, Blue Thunder! Tell him to bring back Bob's clock when you get the chance!

*Blue Thunder stays on the ground, kneeling, for a few more moments, giving some words of encouragement to Vaughn after a battle well fought. He then gets up and heads out, intent on catching up to Paper Bag Man and finding out exactly what happened. Vaughn, meanwhile, sits up, a little disappointed but hoping to have learned another valuable lesson.*

*The video comes back in a backstage area, where we see that Marcus Ka'Derrion and Xavier Lux have pulled up chairs to watch the next contest. They share a few healthy snacks as they wait for the action to begin.*

Rockwell: I take it The Sins of the Fathers are checking out the competition tonight!

Hood: So they want to watch the Impasta Mafia? That seems like a waste of time...

Rockwell: More likely they want to see the first GCWA match of Noah Jackson & Shawn Warstein.

Hood: Yeah, that'd make more sense, wouldn't it?

Tag-Team Match
The Impasta Mafia (Manny Cotti & Al Fredo) (0-3) vs. The Sick Cunts (Noah Jackson & Shawn Warstein (0-0)

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

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

Rockwell: I don't really want to know what Cotti & Fredo were 'throwing away' off that pier this week...

Hood: I wouldn't worry, Adrian. I'm sure it was biodegradable. The fish should survive.

Rockwell: That's... not exactly what I was concerned with...

Minos: Their opponents... weighing a combined 444 lbs... here are Noah Jackson & Shawn Warstein... The Sick Cunts!!

*"Down With The King" by Run DMC leads out Jackson and Warstein, who both look supremely confident. Warstein, however, also looks a little bit unsteady, possibly from the amount of alcohol he's imbued in the back.*

Rockwell: Jackson and Warstein delved into the world of the paranormal this week, or at least Jackson did. Warstein doesn't believe.

Hood: That's because they aren't real... well, except for Zybala, he's still a spiritual freak...

Rockwell: Well, it didn't go very well for Jackson, as the 'ghosts' weren't showing themselves at River Legacy Park.

Hood: I bet he scared some critters away, though, by yelling at the dead guys...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So can the Impasta Mafia step up this week?

Hood: Hey, according to Greenie, they've already done what they need to do by showing up. They're getting paid.

Rockwell: You'd rather wrestlers have a little more motivation than that.

*Al Fredo steps into the ring, as Cotti had promised him he would get to start after not even getting to compete at Heat Wave. He signals to Jackson and Warstein to make a choice and step up to face him. Warstein steps forward, with all the bravado of a drunk, but Noah suddenly gets in front of him, telling him to wait. Jackson and Warstein seem to argue for a moment, as Fredo looks back at Cotti, saying can you believe this shit? But as soon as Fredo looks distracted, Jackson and Warstein run in different directions. Before Fredo can figure out what's going on, they each fly at him from a different direction, scoring the King Maker (Simultaneous Superman Punches)!!! Fredo collapses face-forward to the mat, as Cotti grabs his head in shock at what just happened. Warstein lands on his knees, laughing, tilting his head backwards.*

Rockwell: Fredo's brains just got scrambled worse than the breakfast you had this morning!

Hood: I had pancakes, but your point still stands. Ouch!

*As Jackson and Warstein get up, Cotti comes into the ring, pissed off at the double-team. He gets right in Warstein's face, complaining, only to immediately realize the jeopardy he's put himself in by the breath coming off of Warstein. Cotti tries to retreat, but Jackson leaps into him with a forearm, taking Cotti down! Warstein immediately locks onto the downed Cotti, applying a Camel Clutch submission, with Cotti already tapping, but as the legal man, there's nothing the referee can do. Jackson runs off the ropes and charges forward, landing the second part of Bloodlines (Camel Clutch/One-Legged Dropkick), knocking Cotti out!! Warstein throws him to the side, and both men quickly kick Cotti repeatedly to drive him out of the ring to the floor. Link Greenie gets up on the apron, arguing that they're going to pay for this. Warstein says you think so? He then dishes out the PPF combination to Greenie, sending him flying off the apron!*

Hood: Damn, never mess with a tipsy Warstein!

Rockwell: Greenie and Cotti are out! Only one Mafia member remains!

Hood: Hate to say it, but the man's gonna get lynched here.

Rockwell: Looking like game over...

*Fredo is getting back to his feet, looking a little confused. He turns around, right into Jackson, who scores another Shark Frenzy dropkick!! Fredo falls into the ropes, then bounces back, allowing Noah to catch him and position him on his knee. Warstein then unsteadily flies in from the top rope with the Vaccine (Flying Elbow)!!! Fredo could be out, but neither Jackson nor Warstein move for the pin. Honestly, it's unclear which man is even the legal man, but the referee is letting it slide. They both work to bring Fredo up, positioning him and getting him into the air, landing So Sick (Pop-Up Codebreaker)!!! Fredo's now definitely not moving, as Jackson asks his dad if he can end it. Warstein magnanimously agrees, sitting on the ropes, so Jackson drops for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... Noah Jackson & Shawn Warstein... The Sick Cunts!!

Rockwell: A very quick squash for Jackson & Warstein!

Hood: Exactly what everyone expected, and probably what Warstein needed. At least the Impasta Mafia continues to be able to launder their money...

Rockwell: I'd be thinking that the Sick Cunts would be on the way to the top of the tag-team division, but considering they're allied with the current champs, that could be problematic.

Hood: I hope they tear each other apart. It'd be fun to watch!

*Jackson watches Warstein as he steps through the ropes, dropping down to the floor. They both have the look of someone who's wasted their time. The two men head up the aisle for the back, as the Mafia slowly starts to pull itself back together again. We cut to the back once again, where we see Ka'Derrion and Lux getting up. Both look rather disappointed in what they've seen, with Ka'Derrion reaching up to turn the TV off.*

*We once again are in the locker room of Legacy. Hart, Raven, and Themis each with a finger to their right nostril as Noah and Shawn walk in. Noah is beaming from their quick work victory. Noah notices the others and quickly raises a finger to his nostril. Shawn once again noticed it too late as he stops at the threshold of the doorway.*

Shawn: Come On! I'm not even in the room!

Noah: Too bad cunt. Thems the rules....Drink up.

*Shawn shakes his head.*

Shawn: Well if I'm not in the room, I don't have to play, drink up Noah. You were the last one.... drink up.

Atara: Stop acting like a baby, just get in here and take your drink.

*Atara stands up and drags Shawn into the room.*

Shawn: No. I found a loophole I'm going to use it.

Raven: Chill out. It's all in good fun.

Jax: CRIKEY!

Noah,Raven,Atara: CRIKEY!

Shawn: Cri.....Oh fuck you guys.

*Noah holds up the near empty bottle of tequila and rattles it around in front of Shawn.*

Noah: Almost scorpion time pops.

Shawn: I ain't eating a goddamn scorpion.

*Shawn snatches the bottle from Noah, and takes a quick swig from the bottle. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.*

Shawn: I'm a goddamn legend.... I won't be bea.....

Raven: Relax man.... it's just all in good fun

Atara: Crikey!

Noah,Jax, Raven: Crikey!

Shawn:.........

*Without missing a beat Shawn takes a swig out of the tequila bottle and smiles*

Shawn: Looks like whoever is next gets the scorpion..

*He rattles the carcass of the insect in the bottle. Noah looks blankly at the TV screen, as Jax and Raven look at Shawn with a curious eye. Atara sits calmly next to Shawn, watching the TV as she doesn't want to be the person that has to eat the scorpion. Shawn quickly points out as someone takes a low blow.*

Shawn: Someone got nutted! Everyone drink!

*All of them slowly turn towards Shawn.*

Atara: Yeah that's not what that means.

Jax: How wasted are you?

Noah: Yeah, cunt, that's not what that means...

Shawn: Well then what the hell does it mean?

Raven: It's a headbutt....

Shawn: That can't be right.....

Noah: No cunt.... he's right.

*Atara pats Shawn on the shoulder.*

Atara: You should really listen to Noah more often. You would know that....

Shawn: I do but someti.....

Raven: Crikey!

Atara,Jax,Noah: Crikey!

Shawn: No! No! God dammit!

*Noah grabs the empty bottle of Tequila and looks in at the scorpion.*

Noah: Down the hatch little buddy...

*Noah passes the bottle to Jax.*

Jax: Better you than me.

*Hart passes it to Raven.*

Raven: It's for the team man....

*Raven hands it to Atara.*

Atara: Yeah. Don't worry we've got mouthwash at the house.

*Atara playfully hands the bottle to Shawn who stares at the bottle before standing up in a huff.*

Shawn: No. I'm not doing it, and that's that.

Raven: Quit being a bitch and eat the bug.

Shawn: Easy for you to say. You don't have to eat a fucking scorpion!

Noah: It's not so bad cunt. Just open up and chew quickly.

Shawn: This is your fault!

Noah: Yeah.... Git gud scrub.

*Noah snatches the bottle from Shawn and quickly fishes out the scorpion. Dangling it by its tail in Shawn's face.*

Shawn: I don't have to be here....

*Shawn storms out of the locker room slamming the door behind him, leaving the four of them with puzzled looks on their faces.*

Raven: Did he just storm out of here like a child?

Jax: Noah aren't you the son?

Atara and Noah: He'll be back.

Noah: Give it a minute.

Atara: Yeah.... he does this a lot.

*Slowly with a loud creak the locker room door opens, Shawn walks in with his head down. He nudges Atara to the side and sits down next to her with his arms crossed.*

Raven: Feel better?

Shawn: Shut up.

Jax: Baby need a nap?

Shawn: Enough.

Noah: Nah cunt. You can't be here without....

*Noah once again holds the scorpion high and hands it to Shawn.*

Shawn: Fine.

*Shawn quickly pops the bug into his mouth and with a loud crunch begins to chew like a cow grazing. Atara hands Shawn a can of beer. He cracks the top and begins to chug.*

Noah: Fuckin' Ripper! Like a mutha fuckin G!

Shawn: I only came back because you have the keys.

*We leave the scene to go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: Gotta give Warstein props for eating that scorpion like that...

Hood: Ugh! That crunching sound!

Rockwell: People in other countries eat them all the time, Hood...

Hood: People in other countries can be disgusting...

Singles Match
Justice Orton-Cross (4-4) vs. PerZag (8-4)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... entering the arena... 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 Cross!!

*Piano notes could be heard over the pa system then Amy Lee's voice begins to sing. Justice begins to walk out onto the top of the ramp as the words "Wake me up" begin to play over the speaker now. Enforcer comes out from behind, giving Justice her space. As she makes her way down to the ring she argues with the fans then gets to the floor near the ring. Justice continues to the ring with a smirk on her face before climbing onto the stairs. When she would get half way onto the apron she turned her back to the ropes then did a back flip over them. With both feet on the ground she would go over to each side of the ring smirking as the fans had mixed reactions towards her.*

Rockwell: Justice had a war of words with Chelsea LeClair this week, declaring herself the spotlight by getting people to talk about her.

Hood: I mean, she's not wrong...

Rockwell: She also told PerZag that he wouldn't be facing Justice Orton-Cross tonight, but Justice Cross. She then said that when she defeats PerZag, she wants him to tell the world that he's not as sexy as he thinks he is, and that he lost to a girl.

Hood: Honestly, PerZag probably downplays his sexiness. No homo, but the guy's a stud.

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

*'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: I've been a little worried about PerZag since his return.

Hood: What? I haven't seen anything worthy of worrying about...

Rockwell: He just seems to be dealing with, well, a few personalities in there, from what we've seen...

Hood: I don't know what you're talking about, Adrian. A true champion always talks with themselves.

Rockwell: Really?

Hood: Sure, I do it all the time. I'm the best conversation I could have!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Both of these wrestlers got wins last week, but neither beat the time of Chelsea LeClair in the Beat The Clock Challenge.

Hood: That whole thing was rigged, anyway. Everyone knows Xtreme was the worst wrestler, look how many times he's injured himself!

Rockwell: I can't argue the logic of that, but really, tonight is about making a statement that can get a wrestler right back into contendership.

*PerZag's confidence appears to be limitless as he struts out of the corner, making sure to stop and show off his body to Justice, who doesn't seem that impressed. It angers Enforcer, though, who steps up onto the apron and dares PerZag to try that again to his wife. PerZag turns to Enforcer, telling him to take a hike, since this moment is going to be between him and Justice. Enforcer starts to step through the ropes, with the referee moving to block him. PerZag smirks at him... not realizing that Justice has come up behind him! She jumps onto PerZag's back, twisting herself around in order to roll PerZag up into a tight pinning combination!! Enforcer is immediately back out of the ring, dropping down, as the referee turns and dives in for the count... 1... 2... and PerZag kicks out in time! He gets up, looking upset at the near fall, only to have Justice grab him by the head and get a sit-out facebuster, planting the man!! Justice scrambles for another cover... 1... 2... and PerZag kicks out once more!*

Rockwell: A very quick start for Justice!

Hood: Hey, now, Enforcer distracted him! That's not fair to the Sexiest Man on Earth!

Rockwell: Well, if PerZag wants to win this one, he needs to focus on the First Lady of the GCWA!

*Justice has PerZag in a figure-four armlock now, working to keep him on the mat as she uses her skills to work the keylock. PerZag fights against the hold, though, working to pull his arm free. Justice decides on a change, kicking upwards into the rising PerZag's jaw! PerZag stumbles back, shaking his head, as Justice jumps back up to her feet. She runs past PerZag, jumping up onto the ropes and springing backwards for a bulldog! But PerZag turns under it, catching Justice on his shoulders instead!! He works to twist her into the Sexy Neutralizer (Torture Rack submission)!!! But Justice is able to get free, dropping behind PerZag. She goes for another roll-up, yanking on PerZag from behind, but PerZag twists it around with a reversal, ending up on top... 1... 2... and Justice barely kicks out! Both wrestlers get up, with Justice trying to kick at PerZag, only to have the wrestler catch her leg, then yank her in close, smiling at her before picking her up and delivering a belly-to-belly suplex!! Justice rolls away, stunned, with Enforcer reaching out to grab her leg, hauling his wife out of the ring.*

Rockwell: If PerZag could have locked on the Neutralizer, this one might already be over...

Hood: He told Justice he was going to stretch her out!

Rockwell: In a purely wrestling sense, of course...

Hood: Of course...

*Enforcer checks on Justice, making sure she's okay. She assures him she's fine, even as PerZag slides out under the ropes and approaches them. Enforcer turns, glaring at PerZag, who tells him to get out of the way. Enforcer doesn't budge, with PerZag looking happy to take him out. But Justice comes around Enforcer and nails PerZag with a vicious strike, sending him staggering back! Justice follows it up with shot after shot, trying to drive PerZag backwards. PerZag, though, catches her arm after the third one, shaking a finger at her. Justice responds by grabbing the finger, twisting it and causing PerZag to drop her arm in pain, trying to free his finger! Justice then jumps up, using her legs to send PerZag into the edge of the apron face-first!! PerZag rolls away, even as Justice gets up and re-enters the ring, taking a breather as the referee continues to count. Enforcer is nearby, staring down PerZag, but he can't do anything with the ref right there. PerZag gets himself up, rubbing his head as he turns and goes into the ring, breaking the count, with Justice waiting for him.*

Rockwell: Enforcer once again was a factor there...

Hood: Really an unfair advantage for them.

Rockwell: If only PerZag could bring all his personalities with him Worthy PerZag, Sexy PerZag, Humble PerZag...

Hood: That would be a stable for the ages!

*Back in the ring, Justice is working PerZag over some more in the corner, bending his elbow around the ropes at a bad angle. The referee is telling Justice to break it up, starting a five count, with Justice breaking in time. She backs up, with the referee telling her to back off. Meanwhile, Enforcer jumps up on the apron, quickly punching PerZag in the back of the head!! PerZag staggers forward, with Justice meeting him, getting a drop toe hold to put him on the mat once again. She works the ankle, again showing her technical skill. But PerZag landed near the ropes, and is quick to reach out, causing the break. Justice seems reluctant, but eventually lets go, getting back to her feet. As PerZag leans on the ropes, trying to recover, Justice grabs his head, trying to set him up for a rope-hung DDT! But PerZag fights her off, using a couple of elbows to soften up her mid-section. He then quickly twists Justice around, lifting her up and delivering a Perfect Plex!! The ref slides in... 1... 2... and Justice gets free at the last moment!*

Rockwell: Another close fall in this one!

Hood: These two are looking hard to pin down. Good thing this one's not a clock challenge...

*PerZag is back up with Justice now, setting her between his legs. He smirks out at Enforcer before lifting her up, delivering a powerbomb!! He makes the pin... 1... 2... but Justice again kicks out, showing her endurance. PerZag gets up, having a different idea of what he can do. He grabs at Justice's legs, dragging her towards the center of the ring, before turning her over and locking her into a Boston Crab submission!! PerZag cranks back, using all the leverage he can to make Justice shout out in agony!! Enforcer's on the other side of the ring, glaring at PerZag, wanting nothing more than to get in there and take the man out. He moves around the ring instead so that he can see Justice, encouraging her to fight and make it to the ropes. Justice struggles, trying to lift herself off the mat to make it a little further along, but she's not making much progress. She puts her head down, fighting through the pain. Enforcer, seeing this, reaches out towards her, wanting to pull her closer to the ropes, but the referee quickly stops this, telling Enforcer to back away. Hearing something going on behind him, PerZag drops the hold and turns, focusing on the argument between Enforcer and the ref.*

Hood: PerZag's such a strategist! Injuring Justice's back like that, setting her up for the Neutralizer!

Rockwell: It certainly weakened her, but she's still in this one.

Hood: Only for now, Adrian, only for now...

*Enforcer has stepped back down, but still looks furious about not being able to intercede. PerZag, meanwhile, goes back to work, pulling Justice up.. and Justice immediately drops right back down, scoring a DDT! PerZag rolls away, stunned, as Justice takes a moment to recover. She grabs for the ropes, pulling herself up, focusing on the recovering PerZag nearby. She prepares herself, knowing that he's in perfect position for Lights Out (RKO)!! Justice waits as PerZag drags himself up, looking a little dazed. She comes in, grabbing PerZag by the head... and PerZag shoves her off, sending Justice into the ropes! She comes back, with PerZag catching her on the run onto his shoulders for the Sexy Neutralizer!! No, Justice pushes off, grabbing PerZag's head on the way down, but PerZag avoids Lights Out for a second time! Justice hits the mat, bouncing back up, but she's quickly grabbed by PerZag, who lifts her up, landing the Worthiest Move Of All (Powerbomb Into Double Knee Backbreaker)!!! Justice topples onto her back, as PerZag rolls on top of her... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The Sexiest Man On Earth" PerZag!!

Hood: I told you!

Rockwell: For a second there, Justice almost pulled it off, but that reversal out of the Neutralizer didn't quite work...

Hood: You can't reverse the Sexiest Man on Earth!

Rockwell: I... don't even know what that means, but PerZag now has a winning streak going, making him look like a threat to any of the champions here in the GCWA.

*PerZag has already left the ring, likely due to Enforcer already sliding under the ropes and coming in. Enforcer goes to check on Justice, even as PerZag walks slowly up the aisle, with a definite strut in his step after getting another victory.*

*"chi-chi-chi-ah-ah-ah-chi-chi-chi-ah-ah-ah".

*The familiar theme to Friday the 13th plays as the crowd comes to their feet in anticipation of The Lost Soul. The crowd pops as he appears at the entrance way with the X title on his shoulder. *

Hood: Listen to this crowd. Why do they love him so much?

Rockwell: He's a man of the people Hood.

*TLS makes his way methodically to the ring, slides under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring.*

TLS: This has gone on too long. and I'm tired of playing your little games Jonathan Barrows. I earned that Golden Opportunity and it's time that I get that match for the North American title.

Hood: He already has the X title, why is he so intent on the North American title?

Rockwell: Capitalism.

*The crowd starts to boo as Jonathan Barrows appears at the entrance way.*

Jonathan Barrows: Not so fast TLS. You need to physically cash it in, but since you don't have it in your possession, your opportunity vanished along with Noah Hanson.

TLS: Well then, if that's the case be ready to have your teeth vanish.

*TLS drops the mic and starts to head out of the ring.*

Jonathan Barrows: Whoa. Hold on. No need to get violent towards me. I'll tell you what, I'll give you an opportunity to regain a Golden Opportunity contract. If you win next week, you can have this contract.

*Barrows pulls out a new Golden Contract. *

Hood: Mr. Barrows is a fair man.

Rockwell: Sure he is. TLS just needs to win a match to earn a Golden Opportunity that he already earned.

Hood: Glad you agree with me...

Rockwell: You need to work on recognizing sarcasm...

Jonathan Barrows: well? do you accept?

TLS: Put whoever you want in that ring, I'll beat them.

*Barrows laughs.*

Jonathan Barrows: Okay, great. I'm glad you said "them". That makes this easier. Next week TLS, you will square off against ... seven other wrestlers... in a Battle Royal!

Rockwell: A Battle Royal?

Hood: So all TLS has to do is survive!

Rockwell: He should just get the shot he deserves, without having to jump through Barrows' hoops!

Hood: Hey, the guy already has a belt, he should be happy Barrows is even considering this...

*Barrows makes his exit as TLS exits through the crowd.*

Grudge Match
Byson Kaliban (2-2) vs. Mike Zybala (10-8)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Grudge Match! First, coming down the aisle... standing 6'1" and weighing 195 lbs... from Kyoto, Japan... here is Byson Kaliban!!

*"Ain't Nobody" by Chaka Khan plays, bringing out the former GCWA World Tag-Team Champion, Kaliban walks slowly towards the ring, looking behind him at one point. It's strange to see him without Duce Jones by his side. Kaliban slides into the ring and lazily sits in the corner, waiting for his competition.*

Rockwell: Kaliban tried to protest this match and get it changed, but was unsuccessful.

Hood: And now Duce is banned from ringside! What a travesty of justice. I bet Zybala could bring his partner out with him...

Rockwell: First, I'm not sure if Ed and Mike are talking. Second, Houston would likely rather die than cheat in a match, so I don't think Byson needs to worry about him.

Hood: I'd argue, but Houston does tend to screw himself by wanting to be 'fair'...

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Buffalo, New York... here is the owner of Outsiders Wrestling... Mike Zybala!!

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

Rockwell: Zybala warmed up for his match against Kaliban by using various types of punching bags, including some set up to swing arms around.

Hood: I thought it was awfully disrespectful of Zybala. Kaliban's a former Tag-Team Champion, after all. He didn't get there because of not being able to fight.

Rockwell: Many would say he got there just because of Duce Jones.

Hood: And that would be doing him a disservice. Give the man his respect, Adrian! Byson's a fighter!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Well, let's see what the 'fighter' can do against...

*Right after the bell, Byson drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, ending up on the outside. He stays out there, making sure to keep a little space between himself and Zybala, who's still in the ring.*

Rockwell: So much for the courageous fighter...

Hood: Byson's got a plan, I'm sure. We just have to wait for it.

*Zybala looks over at the referee, who has started a countout. Byson looks ready to walk away, starting to head towards the aisle. He's shaking his head, talking about how he's just supposed to be a tag-team wrestler. Zybala shakes his head, then starts jogging over, baseball-sliding his way out of the ring. He lands, getting himself out in front of Kaliban. But Kaliban has already turned back, jumping under the ropes to get back in the ring. He looks out at Zybala, preparing himself. Zybala, looking like he hates playing "Tag", nonetheless goes back inside the ring. Kaliban greets him, landing a couple of kicks to Zybala's back! As Zybala shrugs them off, pushing himself upright to fight back... Kaliban turns and rolls back out of the ring, going outside!! Zybala looks at the referee with frustration in his eyes, but the referee can't do anything but shrug and start to count again. Kaliban, on the outside, is pacing back and forth, trying to plan his next move.*

Rockwell: Is this the plan you were expecting, Hood?

Hood: Well.... I mean, you can't say it's unsuccessful, right?

Rockwell: There's no way Kaliban is winning this way!

Hood: If he can get Zybala to chase him until the count is 9.....

*Kaliban feints left towards the announce table, then jogs back right when Zybala tries to head that way to intercept him. Zybala, looking less and less like his usual, happy self, starts running towards the ropes on that side, teasing a suicide dive. Kaliban is quick to run away again, telling one of the fans at ringside how smart he is. But Zybala landed on the apron instead, and he lightly drops down to the mat, with Kaliban suddenly realizing that Zybala didn't take the tumble he expected. Kaliban turns and gives him a smirk... then suddenly runs away, racing around the ring, with Zybala in high pursuit!! The two men fly around the ring, past the announcers, and reach the other side, as Kaliban makes a strategic decision: he dives under the ring, through the apron curtain!! He scoots frantically underneath, almost making it... but Zybala grabs his boots just in time! Kaliban tries to kick away, or at least that's how it looks, but Zybala hangs on tight. He drags Kaliban back out from under the ring, locking onto both legs... and dropping with a catapult, slamming Kaliban up into the bottom edge of the ring!!!*

Hood: Damn!

Rockwell: I don't know that I've ever seen that before... tonight's been a night of firsts.

Hood: What a cheap move!

*Zybala is back up now, making sure he's got a tight grip on the unsteady Kaliban. He slams him into the apron a couple more times before rolling Kaliban into the ring, following behind. Kaliban starts to crawl away again, his eyes on the ropes on the other side. But Zybala stops him easily, dragging Kaliban up and taking him into the air, landing a German suplex! Zybala gets up afterwards, making sure that he didn't throw Kaliban too far away. He comes over to Kaliban, running past him to hit the ropes and flip back towards him with a Lionsault, landing right on top of the wrestler! He makes the first cover of the match... 1... 2... and Kaliban kicks out in time! Zybala springs himself upwards, shaking his head as he gets to his feet. He pulls Kaliban up by his hair, leaving him standing there as Zybala turns and hits the ropes. He bounces back, hitting Disrespect (360 spin into backhand slap to the face)!! Kaliban stumbles back, looking shocked at what Zybala just hit him with! It seems to fire him up for a moment, as Kaliban charges at Zybala... only for Zybala to catch Kaliban on the charge around the legs, dropping him forward, and started working to lock in the Annie Wilkes Special (Single-Leg Boston Crab/Ankle Lock submission)!!*

Rockwell: This could be it!

Hood: Crap! Fight, Byson, get to the ropes! Don't let Zybala do it, he'll never shut up about it!!!

*Kaliban is desperately scrambling on the ground, kicking with both legs, fighting his way free of Zybala's grip. He manages to reach the ropes, clutching to them, as Zybala releases the partial hold he had gotten. Zybala looks disappointed at this point, probably thinking the punching bags would have given him more of a test to this point. He reaches down, grabbing at Kaliban to pull him up... but Kaliban twists it into a school boy roll-up, taking Zybala down!! The ref, surprised, dives in... 1... 2... and Zybala kicks free in time! Zybala leaps back up, looking like he knows how close that was. He sets himself, ready to try a superkick... but Kaliban, knowing it was coming, has already left the ring once again! He staggers away, out of breath... but Zybala's not letting him get away this time, charging and leaping up onto the top rope, then springboarding off of it to the outside with a shooting star press into Kaliban!!!! The crowd pops loudly at that one, loving it, even as both wrestlers are down for a few moments. The referee begins another count, wondering if he's going to reach 10 this time.*

Rockwell: Zybala took a huge risk there to make sure Kaliban couldn't run for it again!

Hood: What a dumb move! He could have just gotten a countout victory, and instead now Zybala could lose! I love it!

Rockwell: I don't know, Hood, Zybala's the one that's getting up...

Hood: Oh, damn it...

*Zybala, as Rockwell said, is the one rising, having taken the least impact from the move. He slowly brings Kaliban up, staring into his eyes. Kaliban tries to beg off, saying once again that he shouldn't even be in this match, but Zybala doesn't have any remorse for the man believed to have cost Zybala the Unified X-Division Title. He pulls Kaliban over to the side, shoving him through the ropes. Kaliban crawls forward on his hands and knees, heading towards the referee, grabbing at him and pulling him down. The referee tries to extricate himself, even as Kaliban appears to be demanding that the ref stop the match. Zybala, seeing this, looks even more unhappy. He starts to pull himself into the ring... and then he falls, as someone suddenly appears, blasting Zybala in the back with a chair!! Zybala falls, collapsing to the ground, hurting, as the man walks away.*

Rockwell: No!! Duce did it again!!!

Hood: That's not Duce, are you blind? That guy's huge!

Rockwell: You're... you're right, Hood. That's not Duce... that's BRIM!!

*Brim has moved to the side, even as the referee finally pulls Kaliban off of him. Kaliban looks back, seeing no sign of Zybala. He comes forward, peering over the ropes, and slowly smiles. He steps through the ropes, dropping down next to the hurting Zybala, pulling him up. He tosses Zybala back into the ring, following behind him. Zybala tries to get up, grimacing badly from the additional damage to his back. But Kaliban rakes him across the eyes, blinding him!! The ref warns Kaliban, but Kaliban doesn't want to hear it, now feeling all the momentum. He locks Zybala up, twisting and taking Zybala down with the BK's Way (Whiplash Stunner)!!! Zybala is out, as the crowd is booing extremely heavily. Brim watches from the outside, crossing his arms, as Kaliban drops on top and makes the cover, holding onto Zybala's legs... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Byson Kaliban!!

Hood: Yes!! Kaliban did it!!

Rockwell: Kaliban didn't do shit!

Hood: Language, Adrian, damn!

Rockwell: This was all because of Brim's interference! What a horrible way to end a fun match!

Hood: Hey, it's in the eye of the beholder, and for me, that was awesome!

*Kaliban is headed up the aisle, celebrating with Brim. Duce Jones comes out of the back, clapping, showing Kaliban respect. In the ring, Zybala has sat up, aching, but also looking furious.*

*We cut backstage to see Jonathan Barrows walking towards the parking lot. Maybe he left his phone in his car or something. As he approaches, he notices the car looks amazing! Like someone took it from the lot, had it detailed and waxed, then put it back. First a fruit basket and good booze, now this! Barrows is thoroughly confused, but shrugs. He never looked a gift horse in the mouth. He unlocks the door, reaches in and grabs a folder, locks the car back up and heads back in the arena.*

Hood: Who keeps buttering up the boss?

Rockwell: I would have said you, Hood, but you've been next to me this whole time.

Hood: I mean, I could have hired someone to deliver the booze and wax the car...

Rockwell: That's right, you could have...

Hood: But I didn't...

Rockwell: Uh huh...

Hood: What do I get out of doing anonymous favors for the boss? I'd have my name all over that car.

Rockwell: That makes sense, actually... well, it's a mystery that will have to wait, as we get to the ring once again!

Singles Match
Dave Branson (5-6) vs. James Raven (6-0)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall under No Disqualification rules... first, standing 6'7" and weighing 300 lbs... from Bel Air... here is "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson!!

*A shirtless Dave Branson wearing sunglasses comes out and stands on stage, arms crossed, emotionless. After a few moments, he walks to the ring, still showing zero emotion. He climbs over the top rope and stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed, eyeing the rampway/his opponent.*

Rockwell: Branson is currently working on his autobiography.

Hood: I've already pre-ordered 20 copies.

Rockwell: Twenty??

Hood: They should make excellent stocking stuffers.

Rockwell: Well, it will be interesting if Branson is able to get the book published, due to the likely controversial moments listed within.

Hood: The man's a hero to our country, Adrian. He should be remembered for that.

Minos: His opponent...

*The lights in the building 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!"

Minos: Standing 6'3" and weighing 225 lbs... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... accompanied by Jackson Hart... here is "The People's G.O.A.T." James Raven!!

*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 and Jackson Hart step through the curtain, both wearing an ear to ear grin. The lights in the building return full blast as the spotlights and sparks disappear, Raven & Hart make their way slowly to the fans sitting around the stage and slapping several hands before looking out at the crowd and soaking in the applause. After posing with a young fan for a picture, Raven looks down to the ring and begins to make his way down the ramp, now bobbing his head to the music and still smiling to the crowd until he reaches the steel ring steps. He pauses for a moment before bounding up the steps in two paces, then leaping over the top rope from the apron into the ring.*

*James makes his way to each of the four ring posts, standing on the middle rope to pose for the fans before dropping down to his corner and stretching out for his bout.*

Rockwell: Raven tried to pitch a TV show this week, but failed due to the similarities between Dave Branson and a show called "Ray Donovan".

Hood: That was really an asshole move from Raven...

Rockwell: Well, I can see a partial resemblance there...

Hood: There's zero resemblance! Branson may do some "Fixing" for Dylan Thomas, but he doesn't have other Hollywood clients, he has mostly gone overseas to protect America! What has James Raven done, besides pretending to be a goat?

Rockwell: That's not exactly...

Hood: I mean, why be a goat? Why not a lion, or a tiger or something? Hell, I've eaten goat for breakfast! Literally, I mean, I didn't know what I was ordering, but it actually tasted pretty good, so I don't regret it!

Rockwell: ... Okay, Hood...

Hood: I'm just saying, respect the man, Raven, and stop being a dick!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Okay, well, we're going to get to the match now...

Hood: Kick his ass, Dave!

*Hart and Raven talk for a few moments, with Hart trying to give Raven some tips. Raven laughs it off, telling Hart that he's got this handled. He walks forward towards the unsmiling Branson, nodding to him... and then slugs him across the side of the head! Branson, though, shrugs it off, turning back to face Raven, looking unphased. After a second, Raven puts a finger up and walks back over to Hart, asking him again about what strategy he should use. Hart shrugs, then jumps down out of the way as Branson charges forward from behind, clotheslining Raven over the top rope!! Raven flips and crashes down to the ground, barely managing to take some of the impact on his feet before rolling backwards to the floor. Branson steps over the ropes and comes after him, jumping down easily. As Raven gets up, Branson starts slugging away at him, working to punish the wrestler on the floor as the referee watches on from the ring, unable to do much about it. Hart is also watching from the side, not pleased with this beginning.*

Hood: That's right, Dave, teach this man a lesson!

Rockwell: He's got Raven in trouble early, no doubt, but this one's a long way from over.

Hood: You're just saying that because you like the goat...

Rockwell: G.O.A.T., not goat...

Hood: Whatever... uh oh, they're coming closer...

*Branson has taken Raven over to the Spanish announce table, banging his head on top of it. He tells the announcers to clear out, and they do it very efficiently, having had lots of practice. Hart is standing nearby, looking over at Raven, wondering if he should intervene. Branson ignores him, grabbing Raven by the throat to prepare for the FIXED! Chokeslam!! But Raven responds by kicking Branson multiple times, bending him over, stopping the plunge backwards. He then drops back with a DDT, bouncing Branson's head on the table!! Branson falls away, as Raven gets back to his feet. He looks over at Hart, who just gives him a thumbs up. Raven then gets up on the still-standing table, looking down on Branson for a moment before leaping off with an elbow drop, landing it on Branson's chest! He gets up, dragging Branson with him as he takes him back towards the ring, working to get the big man under the ropes. He looks back at Hart, but Hart is just watching, content to just give Raven any advice he can think of.*

Rockwell: Raven avoided catastrophe there, and it seems clear he's fine with avoiding any more hardcore activities.

Hood: Let me just give credit to Jackson Hart for not doing anything so far.

Rockwell: Yep, that doesn't happen often in matches like this.

Hood: I mean, it's going to cost Raven the match eventually, but I still applaud Hart for it.

*Back in the ring, Raven hits a running lariat on Branson, staggering the big man. Raven hits the ropes and comes back again with a second running lariat, leaving Branson tilting dangerously backwards. Raven nods, going to the ropes for a third time. Branson straightens up, though, ready to catch Raven... except Raven was expecting it, doing a baseball slide through Branson's legs to end up behind him. Before Branson can readjust, Raven catches him with a swinging neckbreaker, putting him down for a pin! 1... 2.. and Branson shoves Raven off, staying alive. Raven immediately adjusts from the lost pin, grabbing hold of Branson's head and applying a D'Arce Choke, working to take Branson out of the match. The ref doesn't bother to check on the choke, knowing that everything's legal in this one. Branson struggles against the choke, starting to push himself upwards in spite of Raven being in front of him. Raven, having no choice, goes with him, still trying to keep the hold in place. But Branson is too strong, suddenly lifting Raven straight up and dropping him backwards with a modified suplex!! Raven rolls, his back on fire from the landing, as Branson takes a moment to breathe deeply.*

Rockwell: So far, it's been a fairly even match. We'll have to see if that continues the deeper in we get.

Hood: No one can match The A-List Fixer's stamina... well, maybe Dylan Thomas...

Rockwell: Careful, Hood, with your fandom of them, the worst thing you can do is start comparing each of the A-List members...

Hood: Right, right, that'd just be a black hole of no escape...

*Branson is back up now, giving Raven some punches in the corner to soften him up. A couple of boots drive Raven downwards to a sitting position, with Branson then positioning Raven for a reverse Curb Stomp!! But before Branson can go for the kick, Hart is up on the apron, saying that messing with Raven's good looks would be taking things too far. Branson immediately turns and stares at Hart, who is very happy to be providing a distraction without getting involved. That doesn't last long, though, as suddenly Hart is grabbed from behind by Vincenzo Larossia & Tank Terrell, yanked off the top and double-teamed!! The fans are booing as the attack continues, even as Branson turns back to Raven and goes for the Curb Stomp! But Raven's recovered enough to get out of the way, with Branson kicking the turnbuckle instead! Raven then gets up, shaking his head clear, and immediately runs to the ropes and comes back, racing towards the brawl outside. Vincenzo, seeing Raven coming, goes to meet him, but Raven lands the Divebomb (Spear) through the ropes, sending them crashing back into Tank and Hart!!*

Rockwell: This one's starting to get out of control!

Hood: Hey, Hart started it!

Rockwell: He didn't throw any punches or anything, though!

Hood: If he didn't want a brawl, he should have just stayed in the back. No DQ, baby!

*Branson steps out of the ring, jumping down to where Raven is getting back to his feet. He grabs at Raven, getting his arm to whip him into the steel steps. But Raven hops over the steps, sparing himself the impact. He stops, turning back to where Branson is approaching, and runs forward, propelling himself up and over the stairs to nail Branson with a flying dropkick!! Branson staggers back, even as Raven gets back to his feet. He comes at Branson again, jumping to nail him with the F.Y.S. (Superkick)!!! Branson topples over, out, as Raven looks over for his partner. Hart is back up as well, fighting it out with Tank, while Vincenzo is still on the mat. Seeing this, Raven grabs hold of Branson and drags him back to the ring, wanting to finish things. He rolls Branson in, following behind and getting to his feet, setting Branson up for the Flight of the Raven (RKO)!! But as Raven goes for it... Dylan Thomas suddenly comes in out of nowhere, catching Raven off-guard and landing the Perfect Finisher (Double Knee Gutbuster)!!!!*

Rockwell: Where the hell did Dylan come from??

Hood: Yes! Perfect planning from The A-List!! I sense Lord Allton's involvement!

*Raven flops to the side, as Thomas grabs at Branson, telling him to make the cover. He pulls Branson on top, laughing as the cover is made... 1... 2... and Jackson Hart comes flying in, landing back-first onto Branson with a senton!!! The crowd cheers, even as Hart gets back up, only to get attacked by Dylan Thomas. Vincenzo and Tank are seen getting back up and moving into the ring as well, stacking the odds against Hart & Raven. They go to grab Raven, even as Branson works back to his feet, seeing Thomas fighting and going to his side. The crowd suddenly pops, though, as the cameras turn, showing Noah Jackson & Shawn Warstein running towards the ring!! The Sick Cunts slide in, immediately going after Vincenzo & Tank, helping out Raven. Soon, it's an eight-man brawl across the ring, with members of the A-List and Legacy fighting it out all over! The crowd is loving it, cheering on the fight, as the referee looks completely helpless at this point.*

Hood: Those two shouldn't be out here!!

Rockwell: You're just mad because they've evened things up!

Hood: They're ruining the A-List plan, the bastards!

Rockwell: You know, I think that scorpion has given Warstein renewed energy...

*Warstein and Jackson work together on the massive Tank, managing a double clothesline to send him out of the ring. Jackson then goes over him, opting to go for his Death Defing Leap onto Tank! As always, though, it seems to take too long, as Vincenzo runs over and shoves Jackson over, sending him out! Warstein turns to Vincenzo and pops him with the PPF (Knee to the Face, Straight Elbow, Spinning Back Elbow), taking him out! Warstein kicks Vincenzo away and turns, only for Thomas to be there, running forward and nailing Warstein with a running knee that sends him through the ropes! Thomas laughs and turns back, only for Hart to come flying in after a spring to catch him with the Hart Breaker (Handspring cutter)!!! Thomas is down, with Hart kipping up... right into Branson's hands, as he delivers the FIXED! Chokeslam!!! Hart rolls away, as Branson turns back to a charging Raven, grabbing him by the throat as well!! Raven fights to get free, but Branson lifts him into the air anyway... and Raven reverses the chokeslam in mid-air, getting the Flight of the Raven!!!! Raven makes the cover, hanging on... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The People's G.O.A.T." James Raven!!

Hood: Fuck!

Rockwell: That turned out to be an excellent contest, almost PPV-worthy in its chaos! But in the end, Raven got slightly out ahead of Branson, and that was just enough!

Hood: Damn it, The A-List will be back, I guarantee it!

*Raven is up in the ring now, leaning on the ropes. He goes over to Hart, helping him up, and then looks out at where Jackson & Warstein are coming in. The two men nod at Hart & Raven, showing their solidarity as we fade out.*

*The video cuts to what is apparently a news conference in progress. Standing at the podium is Deana Barrows, trying to remain emotionless as she reads the information off the teleprompter in front of her.*

Deana Barrows: At this time, the search for my father, The Accelerator is still ongoing. He was last seen on Thursday. August 30th, at 3:32pm here in Dallas, Texas. There have been searches of airlines and train services, but no one has come forward to say he was seen travelling in the last week.

*Deana has to clear her throat. You can tell she's very concerned.*

Deana Barrows: My brothers and I are now putting together a $50,000 reward for any information that helps find the whereabouts of my dad. Please, call the tip line below if you have any information. Anything that can help us. Please...

*Deana's now starting to crack, as Barry Barrows hurries up on stage next to her and holds her hand. He nods to the reporters.*

Barry Barrows: I'm sorry, guys, no questions please. C'mon, Deana...

*Barry and Deana move off away from the podium, as flashes from cameras can be seen. We go back to ringside.*

Hood: So no one's found Ace yet?

Rockwell: I'm really worried for my old friend. I hope he's okay, but the longer we go without any word from him, the less likely it seems...

Hood: He did do some shady business deals, didn't he? Hope they didn't come back to bite him. I mean, that's how he got into Madison Square Garden for Heat Wave, right?

Rockwell: Whatever's happened, Hood, it's not Ace's fault...

Hood: I'm just saying...

Rockwell: I don't want to hear any more from you, Hood. All we can do is hope Ace is on a beach somewhere, having lost track of time...

Hood: Sure, let's go with that. Ready for our main event? I am. C'mon, Minos, get us started!

GCWA World Television Title Match
Enforcer(c) (5-5) vs. Tony The Spider (8-4)

Minos: It is now time for the main event! This will be for the GCWA World Television Championship!

*As you would expect, the fans in the GCWA Arena are happy to have a title match to cheer for this evening. They make themselves heard.*

Minos: Introducing first, the challenger... he is a former World Television Champion... standing 5'6" and weighing 190 lbs... from Smalltown, USA... here is Tony The Spider!!

*"The Itsy Bitsy Spider" by The Boogers plays, bringing out Tony The Spider. He makes his way to the ring to a chorus of cheers.*

Rockwell: Tony The Spider apparently hit his head this past week, causing him to take a wild ride through a riddle-filled universe...

Hood: What a moron, not knowing that the answer to that riddle was "Ten".

Rockwell: Wait, the one with me entering a bedroom, there are 34 people and you kill 30, how many are in the bedroom? Ten isn't right...

Hood: Like you know the right answer...

Rockwell: It's one. Only one person enters the bedroom. Me. Everyone else could be somewhere else.

Hood: That's bullshit.

Rockwell: Nope, just critical thinking.

Hood: But the way it's said, it implies that everyone is in the bedroom!

Rockwell: Hey, I didn't write it...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 275 lbs... accompanied by Justice Orton-Cross... here is the reigning GCWA World Television Champion... Enforcer!!

*Natural Born Killaz By Ice Cube and Dr. Dre starts playing throughout the arena. Smoke comes from the entrance way. As the smoke is clearing The Enforcer and Justice walk through the smoke and look out at the crowd. Enforcer than walks down to the ring, with Justice walking behind him. He walks up the stairs on to the ring apron, looks out at the crowd and lifts his arms out to the side. Enforcer steps through the top and middle ropes. Enforcer walks over to the the opposite ring ropes and lifts his arms out to his side.*

Rockwell: Enforcer spent some time at home and took in a game between the Astros and the Yankees this week.

Hood: Isn't it awesome to have sports back? I mean, the GCWA's been great, but I really missed baseball and basketball.

Rockwell: And football starts, what, next week?

Hood: Yes! I can't wait! My weekends are booked!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: First, we've got to decide who the Television Champion is, as Enforcer has his first title defense!

Hood: I'm with Enforcer, what the hell did Tony the Spider ever do to get a title shot? Guy lost fair and square to Ryot...

Rockwell: Didn't Ryot use Tony's brass knuckles against him?

Hood: I wonder if Ryot ever gave them back, or if he just pocketed them when he left the GCWA. That'd be hilarious, Tony begging outside Ryot's mansion wanting his knuckles back...

*Tony The Spider walks forward, completely confident in his ability to win back the World Television Title. Enforcer doesn't look impressed, looking down, way down, on the diminutive Tony. But Tony hulks himself up, and begins to throw his Spider Bites punches, rapidly firing them into Enforcer's chest and mid-section!! He lands numerous shots, hammering away, trying to strike as many times as possible. The strikes start slowing down, though, as Tony's stamina is already spent. He throws a couple more glancing punches, breathing heavily, then leans forward, using Enforcer's chest to hang off of for a moment. Enforcer doesn't look phased in the least, looking more disgusted at being touched by Tony than anything else. As Tony slowly looks back up at him, wondering how much damage he did, Enforcer kicks him in the gut, then lifts Tony easily into the air, spinning around and landing a sit-out powerbomb!!! He holds onto Tony, thinking this one's already over, as the referee makes the count... 1... 2... and Tony kicks out!*

Rockwell: I thought we were going to have a one-move victory there!

Hood: This isn't going to be pretty. Tony The Spider basically has no chance here.

Rockwell: He's definitely facing an uphill... wait a second... what's going on?

*Enforcer was hauling Tony The Spider back up, but he stops, dropping him back down, as "Existence is Punishment" by Crowbar has begun to play! Enforcer looks towards the entrance, as Outcast walks out of the back, still carrying his Golden Opportunity contract!! Outcast walks down the aisle, nodding to some of the fans and enjoying his music playing. He gets near the top, spotting the same fan who helped him out last time. The guy is already handing over his chair, with Outcast taking it willingly. He goes to set it up, ignoring Justice coming close by to ask what the hell he's doing there.*

Rockwell: We saw this last week with Outcast scoping out the North American Champion, Chelsea LeClair. I guess he's here for another close-up view of a champion!

Hood: He could have at least come out before the match started, the tardy S.O.B.!

Rockwell: Well, he's here now, so Enforcer should get back to the action.

*The referee is telling Enforcer that the match is still going, although he's watching Outcast closely. He finally turns back, shaking his head, and looks around for Tony The Spider, seeing him crawling over to the corner. Enforcer walks over to him, pulling Tony The Spider up... and Tony immediately pokes him in the eyes, blinding him!! Enforcer steps back, trying to clear his vision, as Tony pulls himself up onto the second turnbuckle, almost losing his balance. He jumps forward into Enforcer... who easily catches him, then spins around, powerslamming him into the canvas!! Tony's flat, out of it, as Enforcer makes the cover, hanging onto a leg... 1... 2... and Tony somehow kicks out again! Enforcer immediately drags him up, still trying to clear his own vision as he does so. He picks Tony up onto his shoulders, spinning around and releasing him in a toss. But Tony lands on his feet in front of Enforcer, laughing at him before slapping the big man!! Enforcer stares at Tony, as if asking if that really did happen. Tony stares at his hand for a second, realizing that was what he just did. He tries to run, but Enforcer drags him back, angrily throwing him into the corner and pounding away on him!!!*

Hood: Looks like Enforcer's punches are a lot more dangerous than Spider Bites!

Rockwell: This is going to get out of hand. Enforcer might kill Tony here tonight!

Hood: Ever cry when a spider gets squashed? Because that's what we're getting here!

*Justice looks like she's loving watching Enforcer take out an imbecile, after the night she's had. She tells him to keep crushing him, wanting this one to last. Enforcer agrees, feeling disrespected from having to wrestle a guy like Tony The Spider. He launches Tony into the ropes, then catches him on the way back, landing a spinning spinebuster!!! Tony's badly hurting from that one, but this time Enforcer doesn't go for the pin. He kicks Tony a couple of times before turning and heading up the turnbuckle. As Tony tries to get up, holding his spine in place with one hand, Enforcer leaps off the top and comes flying in, clotheslining Tony and making him spin around in the air before crashing to the ground!!! Tony's barely moving now, as Enforcer gets back to his feet. He kicks at Tony again, asking if this is all the management could find for him after Ryot left.*

Rockwell: Maybe the ref can just call this one...

Hood: Hey, now, let the man do his job. Tony hasn't quit yet, so no reason to end this prematurely.

Rockwell: You're just enjoying a man being destroyed.

Hood: As if you aren't...

*Outcast is now sitting with his arms crossed, acting like he's starting to fall asleep. He kicks his feet up on the nearby railing, just hanging out there, obviously not caring to see anymore. In the meantime, Enforcer has Tony The Spider back up, lifting him into the air to deliver a facebreaker knee smash!! Tony the Spider flops to the side, under the ropes, completely still, as Enforcer gets easily back to his feet. Outside the ring, Justice has gone over to Outcast, telling him to respect the man kicking ass in there. Outcast shrugs his shoulders, so Justice shoves Outcast's feet off the railing, almost knocking him over. Outcast gets to his feet, dusting himself off, before facing the annoyed Justice. The two start to argue, with Outcast saying he came out here to scope out a real champ, angering Justice. Enforcer, seeing the argument going on, turns to head that direction, willing to take out two wrestlers tonight. The referee, though, gets between him and the ropes, telling him he should just finish things. Enforcer immediately pushes the ref away, knocking him down.*

Rockwell: Careful, Enforcer, you're going to get disqualified!

Hood: At this point, I doubt he cares, considering what a weak fight Tony The Spider has been.

*Enforcer yells out at Outcast, ready to come and take him on if he wishes to cash in that contract. Outcast, though, doesn't come forward, instead just standing there, smiling as Justice continues to tell him to leave. Enforcer goes to step over the ropes, with the referee getting up to try and stop him once again, saying that it's better for him to stay in the ring. Enforcer grabs the ref, saying that no one tells him what to do, and again shoves the referee down. The ref gets up, looking towards the side as if seriously considering a disqualification. At the same time, though, Tony The Spider suddenly staggers over, punching Enforcer in the back of the head!!! Enforcer slumps forward as Tony moves back to his fanny pack, readjusting it before grabbing Enforcer from behind and rotating him over into a pinning combination!!! The ref, seeing it, twists around and makes the count... 1... Tony hangs onto the tights... 2... Enforcer can't kick free... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, and the NEW GCWA World Television Champion... Tony The Spider!!!

Rockwell: What just happened??

Hood: Holy crap! He used those brass knuckles again, didn't he??

Rockwell: I don't... I mean, he might have...

Hood: Rigged!! The referee was out to get Enforcer! Just like Outcast! And Tony! It's all rigged!!

Rockwell: Unfortunately, it's the way things ended, Hood! We have a new champ!

Hood: That cheating son of a...

*Outcast can be seen, casually walking back up the aisle, apparently seeing all he felt he needed to see. In the ring, Enforcer is back up, angrily demanding to know what happened as he holds the back of his head. The referee shakes his head, saying it was a legal pin and there's nothing he can do... and Enforcer lifts the referee up, delivering a pop up powerbomb!!!! The referee is flattened, not moving, as Enforcer turns back to where Tony The Spider is crawling out of the ring. He grabs Tony's feet before he can get away, dragging Tony back in. He rips the fanny pack open, sending various items flying around the ring... including a set of brass knuckles!! Enforcer picks them up, glaring at them, before putting them on... and slugging Tony in the ribs with them!!! Tony The Spider slumps over, coughing heavily, as Enforcer hits him again... and again!!*

Rockwell: He's going to break Tony's ribs!!

Hood: Serves him right! Take him out, Enforcer!!

*Security starts to arrive, coming around to get into the ring. The first few rush at Enforcer, but he turns and slugs them, still wearing the brass knuckles!! The two men go flying, while the rest stay outside the ring, waiting for a chance to intervene. Tony The Spider is down now, coughing up some blood, looking to be in bad shape. Enforcer angrily hauls him back up, lifting Tony overhead... and gorilla pressing him over the ropes, into the other security members!! Bodies fly everywhere, as Enforcer glares out at all of them. In the meantime, Justice has gone around the ring and retrieved the World Television Title, putting it on her shoulder. Enforcer comes out to join her, still fuming and ready to hit something else. He throws the brass knuckles onto the ground before joining Justice on the way out.*

Rockwell: Enforcer's leaving with the title!

Hood: Hey, Tony cheated, we all see the proof, plus the ref rigged it. That belt still belongs to Enforcer, and I'll bet he'll make sure they see things his way.

Rockwell: I don't think so, Hood, a pin is a pin!

Hood: It's not like Tony's going to be able to wrestle for a while anyway!

*The camera focuses on the bruised and battered Tony The Spider, who's laying in the midst of the security crowd. Despite the damage he's taken, Tony still manages a small laugh in-between coughs, knowing that he's earned that bonus for his family. We end on his bloody smile, as the picture fades out.*

OOC: That's another Inferno down! Thanks to those who sent in segments. It was a much lower count this week, leading to the different spacing for them, but hopefully it still came off well. Looking forward to continuing the run next week!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, September 11th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

John Thompson vs. Aaron Warthog

Atara Themis & Shawn Warstein vs. The Wrath of the Storm

Noah Jackson vs. Jackson Hart

Sins of the Fathers vs. Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban

PerZag vs. Ed Houston, North American Title #1 Contenders match

Lissie Hope vs. Zolton, Non-Title match

The Lost Soul vs. Anderson Haze vs. Enforcer vs. Justice Orton-Cross vs. Lucas Thames vs. Hades vs. Peter Vaughn vs. Xtreme, Golden Opportunity Battle Royal

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, September 4th to Wednesday, September 9th, 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!