Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*Are you ready for more insanity? Or do you just want to watch wrestling? Probably just the wrestling. The only good news right now is that we've got football again, which will hopefully get us through the rest of the year unscathed. Yay for football! And wrestling, of course. Always wrestling. Let the GCWA continue, as we head to another Friday Night Inferno!*

*The GCWA logo comes onto the screen, and then quickly fades away. After a few seconds, though, instead of a normal video package, we go the a live shot inside the GCWA Arena. We see most of the roster standing on the stage and ramp. The crowd is giving a mild cheer, which fades away as Jonathan Barrows steps forward, raising up his mic.*

Jonathan Barrows: On this day nineteen years ago, 2,977 brave men and women lost their lives in the September 11 attacks. The GCWA is here to remember them, and to remind everyone not to forget this tragedy. We will now have a moment of silence.

*Barrows lowers his head, with almost all the wrestlers following his lead. The crowd is mostly quiet, except for the occasional jerk who wants to shout for his favorite wrestler. After a few moments, Barrows raises his head back up.*

Jonathan Barrows: Thank you all. And God Bless America.

*A spontaneous "USA" chant starts to flow, possibly started by the Patriots. The chant flows throughout the arena, as an American flag is shown on the big screen, fluttering in the wind.*

*The screen slowly blacks out. It then 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 here in Dallas is still riled up, with a "USA" chant still going in some parts of the arena. Others are cheering the pyro going off at the start of the show, enjoying the light show so close to them that aren't dangerous gender-revealing explosions. We leave the pyro behind and head down to ringside.*

Rockwell: Welcome to Friday Night Inferno! I'm Adrian Rockwell, here again as always with the crazy son of a bitch known as Hood...

Hood: Crazy? Moi?

Rockwell: Okay, maybe just a son of a bitch...

Hood: I'll allow it.

Rockwell: We've got a full night of action set for you guys tonight, including some hugely competitive matches! Two members of Legacy will be forced to face off, putting their friendship to the test! Two of the greatest stars in the GCWA over the last year face off for a chance at the North American Title! We've got a Battle Royal for a Golden Opportunity, a Tag-Team bout between two of the best teams in the company, and even the World Heavyweight Champion set to compete!

Hood: So this is going to be a hell of a long night!

Rockwell: Guaranteed!

Rockwell: Before we get to the action, though, we need to talk about an incident that happened earlier today, that will have a dramatic effect on one of the matches later tonight. We have learned that The Lost Soul has surprisingly been banned from the Golden Opportunity Battle Royal, a match that was basically set up for him to fight to regain his lost contract.

Hood: Well, we will see what TLS did to get himself banned from the ring.

Rockwell: Whatever it was, it must have been horrible. Let's take a look!

*The jumbotron flashes as the screen cuts to an incident from earlier in the evening.*

*Jonathan Barrows arrives via limo in the parking lot with a slew of bodyguards. He starts to make his way inside.*

Hood: I've never seen Barrows with this much security before.

Rockwell: Well there are a lot of crazy people out there...

*The crowd pops as TLS appears on screen. He stands at the entrance way. Barrows sinks deeper behind his wall of bodyguards.*

Jonathan Barrows: TLS? What are you doing here? Don't you have to prepare for your match tonight, so you can regain your precious Golden Opportunity and finally get to go after that North American Title you've been desperate to fight for?

TLS: I just want to have a word with you. Without security. Just me and you.

Jonathan Barrows: That doesn't sound like a good idea to me. You could've called. Quite frankly, TLS... I don't trust you.

TLS: I see what you've been doing. Pushing out old talent, and shoving these new wrestlers down everyone's throat. Don't forget who helped to build this company up.

Jonathan barrows: You mean from years and years ago? Most of your fans are over 40 years old now, and not buying that much merchandise. You don't appeal to the younger demographic. You've had your chance, TLS, and unfortunately you haven't made the most of your run. Be thankful at least you're X Division Champion. Move aside...

TLS: Well I guess that's how it's going to be then...

*TLS steps aside as the security crew make their way in. TLS finds a slight opening and reaches and grabs Jonathan Barrow's arm. The security quickly pounce on him as another shields Barrows. TLS fends off the security for a little while but they are able to subdue him, not before he's knocked out two guards.*

Jonathan Barrows: Kick him out of here! He's barred from the arena tonight for trying to hurt me. I'll be talking to my lawyers, TLS, and we're going to look into terminating your contract. And you can kiss your Golden Opportunity goodbye.

*Barrows gets in closer, more confident now that TLS is being held by security.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'm the boss. You don't ever, EVER, lay a hand on the boss.

TLS: You can't get rid of me......

*The security drags TLS through the parking lot and then outside the arena. Barrows raises a hand to his head, as if still listening.*

Jonathan Barrows: I didn't catch that. You were saying?

*Barrows grins, turning and heading into the arena. We go back to the live feed.*

Rockwell: That's unfair, he was just trying to talk to him.

Hood: He was trying to break his arm! That is uncalled for. He deserves to be fired!

Rockwell: So have we seen the last of The Lost Soul? And what's going to happen in the Battle Royal now that he's gone? We'll find out later tonight! For now, let's get some live wrestling started!

Singles Match
John Thompson (0-0) vs. Aaron Warthog (5-21)

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 may be getting a little too obsessed with Fall Guys as of late.

Hood: It's just a video game, I don't see the problem.

Rockwell: You don't see it being a problem when he's logging dozens of hours on the game instead of training?

Hood: For other wrestlers, I'd be concerned. But it's Warthog...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 220 lbs... from Las Vegas, Nevada... here is John Thompson!!

*The arena goes dark. Simple Man begins playing over the speakers. A lone spotlight appears, and the silhouette of John Thompson stands in the middle of it arms outstretched in a V. For a few moments John Thompson continues to stand in this pose. He slowly drops his arms to the sides, then he begins walking to the ring, the spotlight following him. He enters the ring under the ropes, stands in the center posing in the V formation again. The spot light dims as the arena lights brighten. John circles the ring a few times before settling into his corner.*

Rockwell: We know Thomas met with Jonathan Barrows this past week. We don't know much about what happened in that meeting.

Hood: I mean, he's wrestling, so I would assume it was for his contract?

Rockwell: Could be, Hood. For now, we'll have to see what Thompson brings to the ring.

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: Time to see Warthog go down again!

Rockwell: It'll be interesting to see which strategy he tries this time...

*Thompson does a quick stretch in the corner, preparing himself. He comes forward, ready to fight, but Warthog seems focused on the nearby floorboards of the ring. He steps forward, as if testing it to make sure that it's firm ground. After a second, he becomes confident, hopping forward. He hops a little too far, though, teetering for a second before falling forward with a yell. He lands on the mat, closing his eyes, but then laughing as the ground doesn't miraculously fall out from under him. He gets back up, still smiling as he turns to his right... where Thompson grabs him, getting a headlock takedown!! He hangs on, wracking his arms around Warthog's head as he works to keep him on the mat! Warthog's legs kick as he tries to get free, seemingly confused by what's happening.*

Rockwell: That... was not a good strategy from Warthog...

Hood: Did that fool actually believe he was playing Fall Guys in real life? Looked like he thought the panels were going to fall out from under him...

Rockwell: You know you're addicted when you start having struggles keeping reality and gaming separate...

*Warthog slowly fights his way up, using his weight advantage to get up. Thompson works to hang on, but Warthog throws him off, sending Thompson across the ring, with Thompson nimbly landing on his feet. Warthog angrily charges at him, completely forgetting about the floor falling apart, but it doesn't matter as Thompson leaps towards him with a jumping knee to the face!! Warthog gets knocked backwards, staggered, as Thompson runs and hits the ropes, charging back and leaping with a flying clothesline! Warthog goes down hard, then starts to get back up, only for Thompson to nail him with a second flying clothesline, this time keeping Warthog on his back! Thompson gets back to his feet, standing straight in the corner, as his military training has taught him. He waits for Warthog to start to get up, wasting energy on rising. Thompson doesn't let him get all the way up, though, coming in and getting a snap DDT to the canvas!!*

Rockwell: So far, Thompson is looking like another prize competitor for the GCWA.

Hood: He's into mixed martial arts, too, right?

Rockwell: Skills he hasn't really needed in this fight, but something to remember in the future...

*Thompson has stepped back, raising his arms in the air into the V position once again. He waits patiently for Warthog to fight to get up, looking completely out of it. He reaches down, as if picking up an egg off the ground. As Warthog turns around, Thompson comes in at him, nailing him with a Claymore Kick!!! Warthog crashes to the ground, not moving. Thompson slowly walks over to him, reaching down to put an arm on Warthog's chest. The ref slides into place... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... John Thompson!!

Rockwell: Just the kind of debut we like to see!

Hood: Well, we certainly don't want to see Warthog squash them, so I'll agree with you.

Rockwell: John Thompson has shown the world that he's here to compete. We're certainly building up our roster, aren't we?

Hood: It's getting to the point where the jobbers are going to be washed out to make room for all the other wrestlers!

*Thompson has no more use for Warthog, walking away as we cut to the back.*

*The scene quickly switches to a stage set up, a large "Legacy" banner hangs in the background in front of a table with a podium in the middle and a few chairs on either side of it. A few reporters sit anxiously waiting for what is to come next. A man dressed in a suit comes walking out. He is holding a manila envelope as a few lightbulb flashes go off. The man stands there for a moment and holds a hand up to calm the pictures.*

Dava: My name is Dava Gray, and I'm here to announce the NEXT GREATEST WRESTLING MATCH OF ALL TIME!

*You think he's over selling it a bit, and that he's about to burst a blood vessel but you go with it. His energy gives you energy. As Dava continues.*

Dava: Right here in the greatest city in the greatest state in the country, in the greatest country in the world. AUSTI.....

*Quickly a PA runs up and covers the mic and whispers something in his ear. Dava nods and then shrugs.*

Dava: DALLAS TEXAS.... hey I got the state right.... Anyways. We here at the International Legacy Wrestling Foundation are proud to announce two of the best up and coming young superstars, going head to head for your enjoyment and betting pleasure. Please allow me to introduce first.... Hailing from the Land Down Under..... Ladies and Gentlemen NOOOOOAAHHHHH.. I'm not saying that because of FFC warnings..... JAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKSSSSSSOOOOONNN!!!!!!!

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

"CUNT!"

Noah hops up on the stage and gives the crowd a quick wave as he sits down and adjusts the microphone.*

Dava: And his opponent.....

Noah Jackson: Oi Cunt!?! Why'd I come out first?

Dava: Uhhhhhh Save the best for first?

Noah Jackson: Fair Dinkum.... continue.

Dava: And his opponent hailing from Las Vegas Nevada by way of Malibu California.... He is the King of Harts...... JAAAAACCCCCKKKKKSSSSSOOOOONN HHHHHHHAAAAAARRRRRTTTTT!!!!!!!

*The opening riff of "It's Going Down" hits the arena speakers sending the reporters into a frenzy. At the 20 second mark Jax makes walks out from the back and stands at the entrance for a few seconds. At the first utterance of "It's Going Down" Jax will casually strut down to the stage slapping some hands on the way. Smiling from ear to ear until he reaches the stage and his chair, where his demeanor quickly changes. As he stares at Noah unblinkingly, while Noah plays Clash Of Clans on his phone.*

Jackson Hart: Glad to see the importance of this match isn't lost on you Noah.

Noah Jackson: My village is being attacked by some cunt named Xi Phiaon, this is much more dire, cunt.

*Noah shouts as he gets up from his seat and gets in Jax's face.*

*The security staff on hand quickly de-escalate the situation and point each wrestler to their respective seats. After all the hustle and bustle Dava stands at the podium.*

Dava: We will now take a few questions from the gallery....Yes... You.

*Dava points towards a reporter wearing a large brown trench coat, with the collar popped up, and a pretty sweet fedora with a tiny slip of paper in the brim (You know like an old timey bloke). The man speaks in a deep baritone, but even with the secrecy we all know it's Shawn Warstein.*

Not Shawn Reporter: Yes... Noah... with your blossoming friendship with Mr. Hart aside, are you afraid that you might take this match lightly?

*Noah lowers his brow and looks at the man cold as steel.*

Noah Jackson: Well obvious stranger, anyone who knows me knows I'm a competitive cunt. I once was arrested for knocking out a small child after the little cunt peeked during a game of hide and seek last year. Jack-o is indeed a friend and ghost adventuring buddy but in no way shape or form will I take it lightly in the cunt.

*Dava points to another reporter. This one looks like James Raven with a merkin on his face and some clearly lensless glasses.*

Not Raven Reporter: Yes this is for Jax. Given your quick and meteoric rise in the GCWA, are you prepared to go to battle with your fellow Legacy mate and possibly fracture your friendship?

Jackson Hart: This is business. Not personal. Not unless he wants it to be. I'm here for the paycheck.

*Dava gets to the mic once more*

Dava: Ok everyone, last question better make it count.

*He points to a random reporter. He looks like a dirt sheet kind of guy. You know the type, reeking of Mountain Dew, Cheetos and sadness. So basically how we all think The A-List carries themselves.*

"Actual" Reporter: Now it's no secret that the quartet of Legacy has voiced their opinions of management and their booking policies, do either of you truly believe that this is their way of getting you all to tone it down a bit?

Jackson Hart: Absolutely. See management is too chickenshit to come to us like men and ask us to tone things down. So they will try and do it on the sly. Just like they tried to protect their tag team division from me and Raven on the sly until they eventually had no choice but to give us what we earned. And we all saw how that went down.

*Noah throws his phone onto the table in anger.*

Noah Jackson: Fucking village got merked, cunt! And yeah whatever Jack-o said but add more of me and dad being proper sick.

*Dava stands at the podium once again*

Dava: I see that we got little to nothing accomplished here. Well just know that you're all in for a show because these two competitors are going to give it their all! We will be back later with the official weigh in.

*Dava gives everyone a quick wave, while Noah scrambles to pick up his phone to assess any damage as Jackson just shakes his head.*

*We come back to a shot outside, where we see a sleek vehicle pulling up. The door opens to the back, and Lissie Hope, the GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, steps out. The cheers can be heard inside the arena as Hope tucks the World Title onto her shoulder, smiling as she makes her way inside.*

Rockwell: The World Champ is here!

Hood: Getting here a bit late, isn't she? Guess she doesn't feel like she needs to prepare that much for her match.

Rockwell: Most champions have that inner confidence that they can take anyone at any time.

Hood: Which is why most champions get beaten.

Rockwell: We'll see what happens when she meets Zolton later tonight!

Golden Opportunity Battle Royal Match
Anderson Haze vs. Enforcer vs. Justice Orton-Cross vs. Lucas Thames vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn vs. Hades vs. Memphis Belle vs. The Spruce Goose

Minos: The next match is a Battle Royal for the Golden Opportunity Contract!

*The crowd cheers, excited to see what's going to happen in this one. Some are already booing, though, knowing that one of their favorites won't be participating.*

Rockwell: This seems so wrong, with The Lost Soul banned from this match...

Hood: Why, what's wrong with that? Someone else gets an opportunity, what's wrong with that?

Rockwell: But Barrows set this up just so The Lost Soul would have a chance to reclaim his lost contract!

Hood: And TLS blew it. He couldn't control his temper, and has no one to blame but himself...

Minos: Introducing first, from Olympus... standing 5'5" and weighing 145 lbs... here is one half of the Greek Gods... Hades!!

*Enter Sandman hits! Thunder sounds. Lightning Strikes! Sure, this isn't the proper order but, whatever. Darkness suddenly covers the arena like a giant cloud swallowing the sun. Hades emerges. Standing tall, the brother from Olympus makes his way to the ring as arrogantly as his tiny body will allow. Hades rolls in under the bottom rope. He drops to the mat and wiggles around, sticking his tongue out, trying to roll his eyes into the back of the head (only half achieved). He seems to be attempting to seduce people into joining him in the underworld. All of this ridiculousness stops and Hades gets on his feet, ready to dominate whatever steps through the GCWA curtain.*

Rockwell: Hades may be even more of an underdog than usual, since his brother Zeus isn't here to back him up.

Hood: If he was the true God of the Underworld, he'd just summon some minions to help him out.

Rockwell: He could also have cool burning hair...

Hood: I think that was just a cartoon, Adrian...

Minos: Next, 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's continued to train himself up for his rematch with The Uber-Man in Outsiders. But tonight, he could earn something even better...

Hood: Can you imagine Vaughn winning a Battle Royal?

Rockwell: When I see him next to Hades, yes, I can imagine it.

Hood: Okay, fair...

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

*"Stars And Stripes Forever" begins playing. The two wrestlers come out to a slightly negative reaction, even as they express a great deal of patriotism. Memphis Belle jumps up on the apron, smiling. She ends up doing the splits to gain their attention, earning a few cheers. The Spruce Goose, meanwhile, pulls himself up and through the ropes, doing a quick parade march around the ring.*

Hood: What are these two doing here?

Rockwell: I guess as replacement for The Lost Soul?

Hood: Both of them?

Rockwell: Well, I heard Xtreme's on some heavy medication, so he may have been replaced as well...

Hood: Ahh, right. You know what? Good for him. Get himself healthy.

Rockwell: I would have thought you'd want him to die or something...

Hood: I'm not THAT evil! I enjoyed him being wounded, yes, but I don't want anyone to die.

Rockwell: Except for Zybala.

Hood: Yep.

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

*The lights go out for the first part of the song. Then the electric guitar starts, a bright flash of white light happens then goes to red.*

*Haze walks out with a black t-shirt that says, "Get Hazed!" on his chest. He stands around and looks at the crowd with a grin on his face and charges to the ring.*

*He slides in and runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle and puts up the peace sign to the crowd. He makes eye contact with the crowd and talks to a few people then throws his shirt to a fan. Jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns around and walks back and forth waiting for the fight.*

Rockwell: We haven't heard much from Haze as of late, as he's been upset about some recent losses.

Hood: Well, this is his chance to prove the doubters wrong and throw out a lot of idiots...

Rockwell: All true except for the idiots part...

Minos: Entering the arena... standing 6'4" and weighing 245 lbs... from Detroit, Michigan... here is Lucas "The Icon" Thames!!

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

Rockwell: Rumor has it Lucas' future father-in-law might be missing. We hope for the best for Josie's father.

Hood: It's probably just a scam or something. He's got his feet up in Tijuana right now, relaxing, glad to be away from Thames. You can only take so much goody-goody crap!

Rockwell: Honestly, Hood, I kind of hope that is the case, but I think he might actually be in some trouble...

Hood: Then Thames should be out looking for him instead of wrestling, right? What a bum...

Minos: Finally, weiging a combined 401 lbs... the tag-team force of Justice Orton-Cross and Enforcer!!

*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. She stands there, smirking, as the music changes to Natural Born Killaz By Ice Cube and Dr. Dre. As smoke starts to come from the entryway, The Enforcer walks through and looks out at the crowd. The coupl walks down to the ring together, looking like they're ready to dominate this show. Enforcer gets to the ropes and lifts his arms out to his side, while Justice does a back flip over the ropes, ending up in the ring.*

Rockwell: These two have earned some gold in the GCWA, but they'd love to get more...

Hood: Hell, Enforcer's still got that World Television Title around his waist.

Rockwell: It's not his, though. Tony The Spider won it last week!

Hood: I say the man who holds the belt is the champ, Adrian. Tony wasn't man enough to get it from him, so Enforcer's still the man in my book!

*All the wrestlers consider each other, each bunched around the ring. Teams stay together, with Vaughn having slowly worked his way around to stand next to his mentor, Thames.*

Rockwell: So who's your favorite here?

Hood: It has to be Enforcer, right? Look at the size of the guy, compared to everyone else.

Rockwell: Thames is about the same height...

Hood: But Enforcer is tons stronger, plus he's got Justice on his side.

Rockwell: And Thames apparently has the Janitor...

Hood: That's just funny. Justice vs. The Janitor, I think Justice cleans up...

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: Winner gets a shot at almost any title in the GCWA!

Rockwell: Still seems wrong, but I suppose all of these guys deserve the chance...

Hood: C'mon, Justice! Women have been kicking ass this year, it's your turn! Throw your man out!

*The wrestlers all start moving forward, but Memphis Belle and The Spruce Goose hurry to the center, putting their arms out to stop everyone. They want to have a moment first with the fans. The other wrestlers back off, as the Patriots turn and point at the fans, wanting them to cheer. They start chanting "U.S.A.! U.S.A.!" The crowd gets fired up with them, always loving a good old-fashioned cheer for America. Belle and the Goose move to the ropes, pushing for that side of the arena to chant louder. They then move to the other side, pointing to the crowd there, wanting more. The crowd chants louder, as Bell gets up on the ropes, signaling for more. The Spruce Goose does a salute next to her... and then goes flying over the ropes, as Enforcer hammers him from behind!!! Before Belle can react, Justice is there, grabbing her and throwing her over as well!!! The Patriots both land outside as a chorus of boos come in at Enforcer & Justice. The two don't care, pleased with what just happened. They turn back, only to get attacked by Haze and Vaughn!*

Minos: Memphis Belle and The Spruce Goose have been eliminated!

Rockwell: That just ruined a patriotic moment.

Hood: They should have done that before the bell rang, the morons! I'm all for saluting your country, but timing is everything...

Rockwell: Two gone already, just like that!

*Enforcer gets the upper hand on Vaughn, beating him down in the corner, while Justice and Haze fight to the other side. In the meantime, Hades has tried jumping onto Thames' back, hanging on as Thames swings him around. Hades goes for the ear, trying for a bite, but luckily for Thames, he's able to throw Hades off. As the Greek God tries to get back up, Thames is there, taking him over with the Iconizer (Leg-Assisted Neckbreaker)!!! Hades is rocked by the hit, but he's in even worse shape when Thames turns Hades over, applying All It Takes Is Five Seconds (Anaconda Vice)!!! Hades starts frantically tapping, wanting out of the hold, but submissions do nothing in a battle royal, and soon Hades is fading, his arm falling to the mat! Thames keeps the hold on for a few more seconds before releasing, knowing that being on the mat for too long a time could get him stomped. He pulls up the unconscious Hades, easily getting him onto his shoulders, and walks over to the rope, launching Hades out of the ring! Thames then turns back, heading over to help Vaughn, as the fighting continues.*

Minos: Hades has been eliminated!

Rockwell: Well, this Battle Royal's going fast!

Hood: The riff raff are quickly taking a hike! I love it! Throw Vaughn out next!

Rockwell: Thames seems to be allying with him, actually...

Hood: Don't let The Janitor fool you, Thames, he'll hit you with a mop as soon as your back is turned!

*Thames and Vaughn are now double-teaming Enforcer, punching away at him, although the powerhouse seems to be fine with fighting both of them at once. Justice has Haze up on the ropes, teasing throwing him out, but Haze fights back, getting himself free. He kicks Justice in the gut, then reaches down, trying to pick her up for the Haze Effect (Attitude Adjustment)!! But Justice pushes free of the move, twisting it around to land a sitout facebuster!! Haze rolls away, hurting, as Justice gets up and goes after Vaughn, grabbing him from behind and twisting him around to go for the Lights Out (RKO)!! But Thames, having seen her coming, grabs Vaughn from behind, stopping the move, sending Justice down on her own! Thames hangs onto Vaughn, asking if he's alright, and Vaughn nods gratefully. They turn around... and Enforcer smashes into both of them with a double clothesline, sending both crashing to the mat! Enforcer kicks them out of the way, helping Justice up, as the power couple consider their next move.*

Rockwell: It's not going to be easy to stop those two, as they're very unlikely to turn on each other.

Hood: Are you kidding? This is America, couples get divorced all the time. It'd probably be healthier just to do it in a wrestling ring...

Rockwell: Well, more entertaining, at least...

*Enforcer & Justice step over to where Thames is starting to get up, grabbing hold of him. Justice gives him a kick to the head, which Enforcer follows up by lifting him into the air, getting a sit out powerbomb!! Thames rolls away, as Vaughn tries to come to his friend's assistance. But Justice catches hold of Vaughn, taking him down with a drop toe hold. Enforcer immediately turns and drops an elbow onto Vaughn's back, causing him to shout out from the pain. Enforcer gets up, even as Haze tries to come in, rushing at him. But Enforcer catches Haze and lifts him into the air, delivering an impressive spinning spinebuster!! Haze is hurting badly from that one, as he struggles to get back up and keep fighting. But Justice is right there, grabbing him and delivering Lights Out (RKO)!!!! Haze is out, as Enforcer grabs hold of him and drags him upwards, basically hanging him on the ropes. Justice runs forward with a dropkick, scoring it perfectly, and Haze goes flying out, landing hard on the outside of the ring! He lays there as the two give each other dark smiles before turning back to Thames & Vaughn.*

Minos: Anderson Haze has been eliminated!

Rockwell: I thought Haze might have a shot in this one...

Hood: He took a lot of shots, mostly to the face...

Rockwell: So we're already down to four!

*Thames goes for a right cross at Enforcer, but Enforcer blocks it, knocking Thames backwards towards the ropes. He lines him up, running forward with his arm outstretched... and Vaughn leaps in from the side, grabbing Enforcer from behind and getting Wax On, Wax Off (Zig Zag)!! The Dallas crowd pops, seeing one of their favorite sons getting a big offensive move in. Justice puts an end to that, though, leaping in and catching Vaughn with a springboard bulldog!! Vaughn rolls away as Justice gets to her feet. She turns, spotting Thames coming at her with his own LIGHTS OUT (Standing Roundhouse Kick to Head)!! But Justice ducks under it, then grabs Thames by the head, trying to counter with her Lights Out RKO! Thames blocks it as well, though, shoving Justice away. She comes back, but Thames counters by rolling her up into You Either Tap Or You Break! (Rolling Knee Bar/Ankle Lock Combo)!!! Justice is immediately in agony, fighting against the hold, as Thames gets it fully locked in... only to fall away as Enforcer comes back, kicking him in the head!! The furious Enforcer then starts slugging away at Thames, trying to knock him cold!*

Rockwell: This is almost like a tag-team match the way it's going back and forth!

Hood: I loved the Lights Out battle! The only way to make it better would have Zybala do his old Lights Out trick and appear between them... and then get hit by both!

Rockwell: You'd love to see that, I'm sure...

*Enforcer has Thames up in the air now, driving the man down into a piledriver! Thames rolls away, hurt, as Vaughn comes leaping into the fray, trying once again for Wax On, Wax Off! But this time, Enforcer is ready, blocking it and picking Vaughn up into the air. He lifts him overhead, looking to gorilla press him out of this contest!! Vaughn fights desperately, barely able to get free at the last second, enabling him to fall over the ropes, but land on the apron. He grabs Enforcer by the head, trying to lock him up to yank Enforcer out of the ring!! The fans cheer as Vaughn fights for leverage, struggling, getting one of Enforcer's legs up off the canvas! But Enforcer suddenly pulls away, staggering in the other direction. Vaughn, seeing this, grabs the top rope and goes to spring upwards, soaring high into the air... with Enforcer catching him in mid-air, holding him across his chest! Enforcer spins around, facing the other direction, and then throws Vaughn backwards with a fallaway slam, sending Vaughn back over the ropes and out of the ring!! The crowd boos, unhappy to see Vaughn gone, but still giving him a little applause for the fight he put up in this one.*

Minos: Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn has been eliminated!

Hood: Took them long enough...

Rockwell: Vaughn did the best he could, but Enforcer was just too strong...

Hood: And now it's only a matter of time before these two toss out Thames.

*Justice is slowly getting up, still hurting, as Enforcer turns to go back towards Thames. He wants it to be down to himself and the woman he loves. Thames, though, has used the couple of moments given to him by Vaughn to recover. He catches Enforcer with a surprise uppercut, sending him staggering away. Justice, seeing it, comes in at Thames, but he catches her as well, taking her over with a snap Dragon suplex!! He gets up, with Enforcer trying to grab him, but Thames next breaks off a snap German suplex to throw him aside!! The fans are getting behind Thames as he reaches heep within himself, finding as much in the reserve tanks as he can. He heads back over to Justice, grabbing her and running forward, throwing Justice over the top rope!! But Justice lands on the apron, hanging on, saving herself, even as Thames turns back to Enforcer, rushing at him for a clothesline! Enforcer staggers back against the ropes, stunned, as Thames warms up again, preparing to send him over! But Justice is back in now, diving forward to wrap around Thames' leg, stopping him! Thames tries to get free, but now Enforcer runs into him with a shoulder block, putting Thames down!*

Hood: So much for that!

Rockwell: Thames is trying to fight against the odds, but now it's not looking good...

Hood: I'm really curious if Enforcer & Justice will go full at it after this...

Rockwell: From what they both said, I expect... hey!

Hood: What?

Rockwell: Someone... someone's under the ring!

Hood: Huh? You get hit by some debris or something?

Rockwell: I saw someone poke their head out, Hood!

*In the ring, Enforcer and Justice are now working together again, with Enforcer holding up Thames and helping Justice punch away at Thames' exposed ribs. They're softening him up, getting ready to find a way to toss him out. In the meantime, though, the camera turns towards the other side of the ring... where Tony The Spider can be seen, sneaking out!!! He starts to move around the ring, towards where the World Television Title has been left unguarded! Quietly, fighting the urge to laugh, Tony gets over to the belt, grabbing it with his hands and smiling at it. Unfortunately for Tony, this is when Justice turns and sees him, realizing what's going on! Justice runs over, immediately leaning over the ropes and grabbing at the belt just as Tony was starting to turn away! She yanks it up, trying to rip it away from him, but Tony hangs on, pulling her back down! The two struggle, as Enforcer starts to toss aside Thames in order to get involved. But Thames trips Enforcer up, sending him to the mat! Thames then stumbles forward, diving into Justice's back... and causing her to lose her balance, toppling over the ropes to the floor!!*

Minos: Justice Orton-Cross has been eliminated!

Hood: No! Damn it! I wanted to see them fight!

Rockwell: Tony The Spider's interference has just cost Justice her chance at a Golden Opportunity!

Hood: That lousy thief!

*Tony starts to get up from where Justice fell on him, immediately grabbing at the title again. He starts to run for it, but Enforcer has slid under the ropes on the other side and is angrily charging around towards him! Tony gulps and turns the other way... right into Justice, who rips the title away from him! Justice turns and hurries away, jumping into the crowd, as Tony starts to follow her, only to get nailed from behind by Enforcer!! He falls forward, stunned, as Enforcer angrily grabs him and sends Tony crashing into the steel steps!! Tony's down, with Enforcer checking to see that Justice has gotten away cleanly. He nods and turns back to the ring, getting up onto the apron, only to be met by stiff jabs from Thames! But Enforcer gets in a headbutt, stunning Thames, then pulls him in, threatening to suplex him over the ropes to the outside!! He lifts, no, Thames fights it off, then lifts on his own side, bringing Enforcer BACK into the ring with his own suplex! The two lay on the mat, breathing heavily, as the fight is now down to the two of them.*

Rockwell: One of these two men will earn the Golden Opportunity!

Hood: Someone get Tony out of here, send him back to merchandising...

Rockwell: It's a fight to the finish, the last man in the ring wins!

Hood: Yeah, duh, them's the rules!

*The two wrestlers are back up now, facing off, fighting both each other and the fatigue that's building in their muscles. Thames nails Enforcer with a right cross, but Enforcer responds with one of his own. The two keep swinging, trying to drive the other back. Enforcer gets the upper hand, coming in and grabbing Thames around the neck for a sidewalk slam, but Thames fights free with some elbows to the head. He then reaches out, managing to pick Enforcer up off the canvas!! He lifts him up, trying to take Enforcer over the ropes, but Enforcer hangs on. He throws some shots of his own backwards, then goes to the eye, raking across it!! Thames stumbles back, blinded, as Enforcer gets back on the ground. He turns, quickly grabbing the vision-impaired wrestler and starts to lift him over the ropes! Thames struggles against it, somehow managing to grab the ropes and keep his arms straight, pushing back enough to stay in it! Enforcer tries once more, but Thames gets a boot into Enforcer's chest, shoving him backwards to allow himself to survive!*

Hood: Who's it going to be?

Rockwell: Neither man can have a lot left!

Hood: C'mon, Enforcer, clock Thames out and let's get that contract!

*Thames strikes at Enforcer, driving him towards the center. But Enforcer throws his own shots back, with the two men brawling it out. Enforcer lands a particularly vicious shot to the temple, sending Thames staggering back to the ropes. Thames rebounds, however, and comes back with a double-arm shot, sending Enforcer backwards! Both men then turn and hit the ropes, using them for momentum as they charge at each other... both deciding on a clothesline at the same time!! The two large men crash to the ground next to each other, having both taken the force of the synced clothesline!! The fans are cheering on Thames, wanting him to get up, as...*

*chi-chi-chi-ah-ah-ah-chi-chi-chi-ah-ah-ah*

*The crowd turns almost collectively towards the entrance, as The Lost Soul appears in the entryway!!! Everyone erupts as TLS starts down the aisle, looking determined.*

Rockwell: The Lost Soul!!

Hood: Hey, he's banned!! Get him the hell out here!!

Rockwell: He looks intent on entering this match no matter what!

*The couple of security guards stationed near the ring start to move forward, but The Lost Soul lands a couple of shots to knock one away, then turns, scoring a kick to the groin of the other!! That poor guard falls to the side, trying not to vomit, as TLS turns and slides into the ring! He goes right after Enforcer, pulling the big man up and working to lift him in the air for the Soulbuster (Brainbuster)!! He lands it, sending Enforcer down hard on the mat!! Thames, getting up near the ropes, doesn't realize what's happening, even as TLS turns and comes at him, landing several shots. He starts to try lifting Thames over the ropes, but more security has just arrived, along with Jonathan Barrows!! The group surrounds the ring, with Barrows directing them to not let TLS escape!*

Hood: Get that nut out of here!

Rockwell: TLS has nowhere to run!

*TLS looks around, seeing that he's surrounded. He doesn't hesitate, running towards the ropes and diving through them, crashing into a pack of GCWA security!!! All of them go down, with TLS somehow rolling off of them to stand up, coming face-to-face with a suddenly nervous Jonathan Barrows!! He starts to go after Barrows, grabbing his suit, but Barrows is able to pull himself free, as more security rushes up, latching onto TLS' arms!! The crowd boos as TLS is subdued once again, with too many guys hanging onto him to allow him to fight back.*

Hood: I hope they arrest him for trespassing and assault!

Rockwell: Barrows hasn't gotten rid of his contract yet, Hood, which means he's still a GCWA wrestler...

Hood: That doesn't mean he can attack staff like that! Send him to jail!

*As The Lost Soul is dragged away, we refocus on the ring, where we see Enforcer trying to recover after the Soulbuster. He pulls himself up, holding the back of his head... not seeing that Lucas Thames is waiting on him! As Enforcer turns, Thames runs forward, leaping into his Lights Out Roundhouse Kick!!! Enforcer falls into the ropes, knocked senseless from the shot! Thames immediately follows up, grabbing at Enforcer's legs and quickly lifting up... Enforcer struggles, but can't get the leverage... and Thames throws him over the ropes to the floor, causing the bell to ring!! The crowd cheers again, now happy, as Thames drops to his knees, feeling the exhaustion of this one.*

Minos: Here is your winner... Lucas "The Icon" Thames!!!

Rockwell: Thames comes out the winner!

Hood: Damn it! He took advantage of the situation, what a rotten thing to do!

Rockwell: You'd be cheering loudly for it if the A-List had done it...

Hood: Well, that's because they're the A-List! Thames is different! Son of a bitch!

Rockwell: One of the biggest victories in Thames' GCWA career, for sure, as he can now challenge any champion except for the World Champ!

Hood: I hope he's just handed TLS' title instead, that'd be justified after what just happened!

*Thames leans on the ropes, acknowledging the cheers for him, as we cut away from ringside.*

*Super dope screen transition, as we see Dava Grey standing on the stage this time with a scale in front of him.*

Dava: Ok everyone calm down, this is the official weigh in. No theatrics, I'm just going to ask that both Noah and Jackson come out here with their.... well for one of them, trainer, and for Noah.... I guess his father.

*Noah comes walking out in a pair of flip flops and a black robe embroidered with the Legacy logo on the front and on the back. Shawn follows behind him shaking his head. From the other side Jackson Hart comes walking in wearing the same robe as Noah.*

Noah Jackson: TWINSIES!!!!!

Jackson Hart: Yeah.... we are still on the same team.

Noah Jackson: I love you too cunt!

*Noah goes for a hug but Dava over acts his ass off to make it look like a fight as Noah and Jackson look on in bewilderment, before Dava "manages" to get the two separated.*

Dava: Save it for the ring boys....

*They both shrug as they step back.*

Dava: Now that the fireworks have died down, we can begin with the OFFICIAL WEIGH IN! Since Noah was so vocal about coming in first at the press conference, Jackson Hart I would like for you to step up first.

*Jackson rolls his eyes as he steps up to the scale. He takes the robe off and is standing there in his boxer briefs. He looks at Noah as Dava adjusts the scale.*

Jackson Hart: Get a good look Noah.... This is what a man looks like....

Noah Jackson: Cunt you look like a goblin jizzed into a wax mould of Marilyn Manson.

Jackson Hart: Okay you Down syndrome Colin Hanks.

*Noah stands there fuming. As Dava reaches for the mic.*

Dava: Weighing in at 221lbs and 1 ounce. Jackson Hart everyone!!!

*A smattering of applause as Jackson grabs his robe and quickly covers himself up.*

Jackson Hart: You're up Spengler...

Noah Jackson: Fuck you! You know I'm Venkman.... maybe Stantz on a bad day!

*Noah walks up to the scale whilst pointing at Jackson.*

Noah Jackson: This is what a man looks like...

*Noah flings his robe off and is standing on the scale in nothing but a sticker of the Australian Flag covering his giblets.*

Noah Jackson: Take it all in fellas....

*Dava reaches over to adjust the scale, as Noah wiggles his hips in his face. Dava quickly gets out of there as Noah just laughs.*

Dava: Weighing in at 210......

Noah Jackson: None of that American Standard bullshit....say it right!

Dava: Ugh.... fine... Weighing in at 95.3 kilograms. Noah Jackson.

*Noah flexes on the scale for a moment with a big goofy grin on his face, before attempting to leap at Jackson but he is caught by Shawn. Seeing this Jackson tries to rush at Noah but Raven grabs him by the shoulders and holds him back.*

Noah Jackson: Imma rip that pretty little smile off of your stupid cunt face!

Jackson Hart: Try it... tic tac dick!

Noah Jackson: Explains why your mom has fresh breath!

Jackson Hart: Better that than some drugged up father who can't keep a needle out of his arm!

*Shawn and Noah stop immediately.*

Noah Jackson: Too far cunt.... it's a disease and he's working hard to be there for me and us.

Jackson Hart: Sorry... uhhhh.... Couldn't fuck a two dollar whore with a hundred hanging out of your zipper?

*Noah looks at Shawn as he just nods, as Noah once again leaps for Jackson.*

Noah Jackson: Imma catch and you know it!

*The two struggle trying to get away from Shawn and Raven, when the two elder statesmen share a look before Raven speaks up.*

James Raven: Shawn.... Locker room?

Shawn Warstein: Yeah....

*Shawn and Raven let go of both Noah and Jackson. The two of them fall to the ground as Raven and Shawn walk off the stage. Noah and Jackson stand up looking at each other, before watching Shawn and Raven exit the stage.*

Noah Jackson: Where you cunts going!?

Jackson Hart: They said locker room you imbecile.

*Jackson begins to follow behind Shawn and Raven leaving Noah on the stage. He adjusts his sticker and flexes one more time for the people that for some reason stuck around.*

Noah Jackson: Oi! cunts! Wait Up!

*Noah disappears off of the stage as the camera fades.*

*Back in the locker room we see Noah Jackson and Jackson Hart standing in opposite corners of the room, both being coached up by their respective trainers Shawn Warstein and James Raven.*

*Warstein leans in towards Noah and whispers something into his ear that causes Noah to smile as he looks over towards Hart.*

*Hart leans over towards the counter where his IPod is currently resting in it's docking station. Hart taps a few buttons and the speakers come to life with "Eye of The Tiger" which seems to instantly ignite a fire in Jackson Hart.*

Noah Jackson: Hey Cunt! You can't listen to that it's fucking cheating and you know it.

Jackson Hart: Fuck off. You didn't hear me bitching when you were listening to horse shit earlier.

Noah Jackson: Horseshit? You fucking Opie looking mother fucker that was the Beastie Boys you musically challenged moron.

*Noah and Jackson immediately start taking steps towards each other only to be separated by their "trainers." *

Shawn Warstein: Now's not the time.

*Warstein says as he forces Noah back towards his corner.*

*Raven grabs Hart by the shoulder and gently pulls him back towards his corner as the two start talking strategy again. This goes on for a few minutes before something breaks Hart's concentration and he starts yelling at Noah.*

Jackson Hart: What the fuck? Are those brass knuckles?

Noah Jackson: They're orthopedic...for my arthritis. I got a Doctor's note.

*Noah says as he continues taping them up to conceal them from the ref, as Shawn pulls out a crumpled up piece of paper from his pocket and waves it towards Raven and Jackson*

James Raven: What is your kid trying to pull Shawn?

Shawn Warstein: Nothing James. Nothing at all. Hey you guys want some cake? It's Noah's birthday today?

*Everyone's attention shifts as Atara Themis walks into the room with a big cake in her hands. As Shawn feverishly wraps more tape around Noah's hand. Noah quickly pulls his hand away and rushes towards Atara.*

Noah Jackson: Sick! You got me a Clash of Clans Cake!!! Look Dad....just like my phone!

*Noah is beaming as he grabs the cake from Atara and rushes off to his corner as Atara walks up and sits on the couch in the middle of the room.*

Atara Themis: This all seems a bit childish don't you think?

*The four men all peek their heads up, Raven and Jackson shake their head No, while Noah sighs and wipes frosting off of his face.*

Noah Jackson: Not at all Step Mum. We are warriors... and no amount of bullshittery booking is going to make us not care about our jobs.

Jackson Hart: Right? We are here to entertain the fans...

Noah Jackson: Well not really....

Jackson Hart: Right we are here to get paid.

Noah Jackson: Exactly. And as the proud group we are... it's on us to go out there and earn our money.

Jackson Hart: Totally.... so are you gonna get rid of the brass knuckles friend?

*Noah glances over to Shawn and he shrugs, as he plops down on the couch.*

Noah Jackson: I'll think about it.

Jackson Hart: Just take the fucking things off.

*Noah watches as Raven walks over to the cake and takes a slice.*

Noah Jackson: I don't know.

Jackson Hart: Well why the hell not?

*Noah hangs his head and takes a deep sigh.*

Noah Jackson: Well... it's because...

Jackson Hart: Out with it.

*Noah looks up with a single tear falling down his cheek as he falls towards Jackson and hugs him.*

Noah Jackson: I really like Colin Hanks as an actor...

*The camera fades leaving Jackson with a puzzled look on his face and the other three stifling laughter.*

Rockwell: It's time to find out the better man between two friends!

Hood: I hope they end up killing each other. Not literally, just emotionally.

Singles Match
Jackson Hart (6-0) vs. Noah Jackson (3-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... making his way to the ring... standing 6'3" and weighing 221 lbs... from Malibu, California, but currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada... here is "King of Harts" Jackson "Jax" Hart!!

*The opening riff of "It's Going Down" hits the arena speakers sending the fans into a frenzy. At the 20 second mark Jax makes walks out from the back and stands at the entrance for a few seconds. At the first utterance of "It's Going Down" Jax will casually strut down to the ring slapping some hands on the way.*

*Jax slowly ascends the ring steps, slips in between the second and third rope and then stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed in the air forming an X and then he brings his arms down stretching them outwards at his sides forming a cross with his arms and body. As the song comes to a close Jax will lean up against the corner and await his opponent.*

Rockwell: Neither Hart nor Jackson seemed very happy to see this match booked.

Hood: I heard a rumor that Warstein requested it, but that could just be a rumor.

Rockwell: Making stablemates fight each other is always suspicious as hell, Hood. Barrows made this match, he must have had a reason.

Hood: Hell, these two will probably put on the greatest Inferno match we've seen this year! That's a good enough reason as any!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'1" and weighing 210 lbs... from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia... here is "The Hardest Worker in the GCWA" Noah Jackson!!

"GET OUT OF ME COUNTRY"

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

"CUNT!"

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

Rockwell: Jackson was pretty upset about that pentagram on the wall in his room.

Hood: Nobody wants something like that inside your house. It's just asking for trouble, even if it WAS drawn up from lipstick.

Rockwell: He'll have to focus himself tonight if he wants to defeat Hart...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Let's see what happens between two friends forced to fight!

Hood: Hey, welcome to wrestling. Allies are just stepping stones to the next level!

*Hart and Jackson exchange a quick fist bump, ready to have an honorable battle between them. The fans appear to be split on this one, with some chanting for "King of Harts" while the rest are yelling "Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!" It's one of the more unique chants we've had in the GCWA. The two men begin to circle around, considering their lines of attack. Hart takes a step forward, with Jackson making a defensive step backwards. They circle around again a second time, this time with Jackson teasing a jump in without actually grabbing at Hart. The two men stare at each other, then both hunker down... slowly circling each other again.*

Rockwell: Both men taking this extremely seriously, not wanting to make the wrong first move.

Hood: Are we going to keep dancing, or are we going to start fighting?

*Jackson looks ready to go, stepping in for the lock-up with Hart, only to suddenly jump backwards as if scalded. He turns around, away from Hart, looking around. Hart, not taking advantage of the situation, looks around as well, then suddenly ducks his head, putting a hand to the back of his head as if he's just been hit. Jackson, seeing him, starts towards Hart, but suddenly falls to the mat on all fours! He sticks out his right leg a few times, apparently pantomiming that something has grabbed him by the leg! He tries to ask the ref for help, but the ref is completely clueless at this point. Jackson starts pushing backwards with his hands, sliding on the mat, making it seem like he's being pulled backwards. Hart, meanwhile, gets up, only to stumble backwards into the corner, putting his arms up in the air to try and push "something" off of him.*

Hood: What... the fuck... is going on?

Rockwell: They're acting like... they're being attacked by something. But there's nothing there! It's like...

Hood: Don't say it, Adrian...

Rockwell: Ghosts!

Hood: Damn it...

*Hart pushes back against the 'spirit' in front of him, doing a pantomime of walking against a wall and moving it backwards. He slowly gets forward, then starts throwing forearms in the air. With whatever he's facing apparently stunned, Hart runs to the ropes, doing a handspring backwards and 'hitting' the Hart Breaker (Handspring Cutter)! The fans cheer the move, even if they can't see what happened. Jackson, meanwhile, is still holding onto the ropes, keeping himself from being 'pulled' from the ring. He starts kicking away in mid-air, apparently getting himself free. He gets up, flipping himself over the ropes with the Death Defying Leap (Slow Flip)!!! Jackson shows his skills by landing on his feet after the move, acting as if he just landed on something. He rubs his back, then reaches down and 'pulls' something up, rolling it into the ring.*

Rockwell: It appears Jackson and Hart are getting the advantage now...

Hood: This could be the most ridiculous thing I've seen here, and I've been here for the Big Bifford Era...

*At this point, the referee has given up, leaving the ring to make sure he's out of the way of whatever's going on. As Jackson kicks away at whatever is on the ground, Hart pantomimes picking something up. He yells to Jackson to get ready. He then 'whips' towards Jackson, who jumps and hits the Shark Frenzy (Sprinting One-Legged Dropkick)!! Jackson has to pull himself up afterwards, holding his back from landing so hard on the mat. Hart, meanwhile, nods to him and rolls out of the ring, hurrying around to the near side. He pulls up the apron curtain, looking underneath, then crawls under. Is he going for a chair? A table? A fire extinguisher to make them visible? No, he's instead bringing out... proton packs!! The crowd, immediately recognizing the iconic packs, start cheering louder as Hart slides one into the ring for Jackson, then jumps in with his own, getting up to put it on.*

Hood: Proton packs? Really?

Rockwell: Don't cross the streams, guys!

*Hart and Jackson move next to each other, giving each other a nod before twisting the handles on their packs. The lights come on, along with the sounds of the power within the packs. They turn, shooting lights out in the middle of the ring. The speakers help out, adding the sound of electricity as the two men 'fight' the power of the streams to make sure they're focused, pulling 'both ghosts' together. Hart then reaches to the side of his pack, pulling off a ghost trap! He throws it to the center of the ring, getting it perfectly positioned. He then counts down with Jackson, with both men turning away as he hits 3, stepping on the pedal and opening the trap! There's a blast of light and energy, nearly blinding the camera. After a few seconds, the light fades away, and the trap is now closed... and smoking. Hart goes to retrieve it, as Jackson raises his laser over his head to the cheers of the crowd.*

Rockwell: I guess that handles the paranormal problem...

Hood: What about the damn match?

Rockwell: Something tells me that's not happening, Hood...

*As Hart and Jackson congratulate each other, laughing, Minos can be seen getting up in the background. He says something into the ring, with both men telling him something. Minos then brings the mic up.*

Minos: Due to... spiritual involvement... this match has been ruled... a No-Contest!

Hood: What a waste of a match slot!

Rockwell: I thought it was pretty funny, myself...

Hood: You would...

*As Hart and Jackson continue to celebrate their 'victory' over the ghosts, Jonathan Barrows suddenly appears on the big screen. He does not look happy.*

Jonathan Barrows: So, you guys have your big laugh? Making a mockery of our noble sport?

*Noah and Jax both seem to agree that they enjoyed themselves.*

Jonathan Barrows: Some people just don't seem to get it, do they? I tried to give you guys light competition, because I thought that's what you wanted. You complained. I set you against tough competition, each other, because I thought you'd welcome the fight. You complained. So in the coming weeks? I'll definitely figure out something else for you guys. And I guarantee... you'll wish I was still giving you guys breaks..

*Barrows shuts down the feed. Noah and Jax don't look too concerned. They clink their proton pack guns together again before turning to leave, as we fade out to commercial.*

*We cut backstage to the GCWA arena parking lot once more and we see a very special limousine pull up. It's dark emerald green with A-List written along the side that the camera can see.*

Hood: Yes! The A-List is here, Adrian!

Rockwell: No members of the A-List are scheduled to compete tonight. I wonder why they're here...

Hood: The A-List don't need to be on the show to be on the show, Adrian. You know that! And look at that new sweet ride!

*Hood whistles as we see George for the first time in a long time. It looks as though he is glad to be back, as he opens the back door and lets down Allton's ramp. As Allton rolls out of the back, closely followed by Vincenzo Larossia and Tank and then Dave Branson, he is all smiles in a very fetching slate grey suit and black tie. Finally bringing up the rear are Dylan and Lissandra Thomas with equally big smiles. Dylan is in a nice standard black suit and Lissandra looks lovely in a dark, blood-red dress. As per usual, her hair is down to her hips.*

*Allton gets the attention of the nearby camera and beckons the camera over.*

Lord Allton: My good man! **whistle** Over here, if you please!

*As the camera comes over to where the A-List is standing, Allton points to the car.*

Lord Allton: Get a good view of that!

*The camera gets the limousine in a good shot and Allton asks the camera to follow him around to the other side, where ‘The Lord of Dashing' is written on the other side.*

Lord Allton: Isn't she a sweet ride? I'd wager a bit above all of your pay grades, here in Dallas!

*Allton hears the crowd boo heavily and chuckles.*

Lord Allton: Oh boo hoo! Shut your faces! No-one can take a joke these days!

Rockwell: Lord Allton, a pleasure as always. I thought British people had manners?!

Hood: Lord Allton is a delight, thank you!

Rockwell: He's a stuck up, arrogant snob!

Hood: ...Adrian! I'll tell him you said that! I have Lord Allton on speed-dial now!

*The A-List begin to make their way into the arena, but as they do so, Lord Allton speaks directly to the camera.*

Lord Allton: My boys and I aren't on the card this evening. Not Dylan...not Dave... not Vincenzo...not Tank. Not even myself! But we're just here to enjoy the...event. See, what I did to Hector Malvado a few days ago in Florida is just the beginning.

*Lord Allton smiles evilly.*

Dylan Thomas: Tonight though... we're just here for... 'FUN'.

*The camera fades as the A-List make their way into the arena.*

Rockwell: I don't like the way Thomas said FUN there. Something fishy is going on...

Hood: You keep up with these conspiracy theories Adrian, and I'll leave the commentary table!

*Rockwell gasps.*

Rockwell: Is that all I have to do? All this time!

Hood: I - hey!

*Rockwell laughs.*

Tag-Team Match
Atara Themis & Shawn Warstein (0-0) vs. The Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning) (0-9)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... coming to the ring... weighing a combined 420 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... here are Thunder & Lighting... 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 to the audience. Lightning comes out behind him, showing off some invisible sparks from his fingers. The two head down the aisle, searching the audience briefly before getting inside.*

Rockwell: These two are still searching for their supposed brother, Joe, who made bail this week and disappeared.

Hood: Best thing that could happen to them, really. Guy was an incompetent con artist, after all. They should just give up on him.

Rockwell: Somehow I don't think Thunder & Lightning are the type to give up, considering after all this time, they're still in the GCWA.

Hood: Good point, gotta admire them for being tenacious, even if everything else about them sucks...

Minos: Their opponents... first, 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.*

Rockwell: Atara had a strong debut last week, taking down Aaron Warthog.

Hood: And now she gets to team with Shawn Warstein.

Rockwell: I know she had some help from James Rven on her promos this week, but it was also a pretty... descriptive moment at first.

Hood: You need to learn that not everything is going to be what it seems. Don't judge too quickly.

Minos: And her partner... standing 6'4" and weighing 234 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... here is Shawn Warstein!!

*"Centuries Remix" by Fallout Boy featuring Juicy J starts to play, leading out Shawn Warstein to the ring. He walks confidently towards the ring, energized to be wrestling with Atara tonight.*

Rockwell: For some reason, Warstein had a "Three Ghosts of Christmas" theme going, although it all fell apart when they started watching Cobra Kai.

Hood: Can't blame them, it's a great show. Johnny got hosed by Daniel-san!

Rockwell: If Johnny hadn't been such an asshole...

Hood: Don't start a fight you can't win, Adrian. You should know better...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So will Atara and Shawn be able to work together as a team? This can be a test for a relationship...

Hood: Yeah, I'd never risk it. No one gets to wrestle with my woman except for me!

Rockwell: I'm surprised it's not the other way around.

Hood: You're thinking of another former announcer...

*Lightning has stepped in for his team, still taking occassional glances at the crowd in case his "brother" Joe pops up. He looks ready to go, though, so Warstein tells Atara that he's got this one. Atara smiles at him, blowing him a kiss... then runs past him, nailing Lightning with the Judgement of Paris (Leaping Knee)!!! Lightning's on his back, possibly out cold, as Thunder grabs his head in shock. Atara walks past Warstein, gesturing behind her as she goes and takes up the spot on the apron. Warstein appears to love it, smirking as he walks over to the fallen Lightning. He smacks Lightning on the head a couple of times, trying to rouse him, but Lightning doesn't appear to be getting up any time soon. Warstein sighs, hating to waste his time. He starts to roll Lightning over, planning to pin him, but turns as Thunder comes into the ring. Thunder, planning to attack when Warstein's back was down, instead backs up, raising his arms in apology.*

Hood: Don't think that's going to work, Thunder.

Rockwell: Warstein isn't a guy known for being merciful to his opponents...

*As Thunder tries to back away, Warstein comes after him, punching away at the man. He gets Thunder in the corner, then lifts him out of it, keeping him in the air for a stalling brainbuster!!! Thunder rolls away, ending up draped on the apron, as Warstein gets back to his feet. The referee reminds him of his actual legal opponent, so Warstein turns back to where Lightning is finally trying to sit up. As Lightning rolls to his knees, trying to clear his head, Warstein jumps in at him... nailing him with the King's Crown (Kinshasa)!!! Lightning's back unconscious, having a horrible night. Warstein goes for the cover, as the referee begins a count... 1... 2... NO! Thunder pushes himself forward, managing to hit Warstein and break up the count! Warstein looks to his side at Thunder, wondering what the hell the guy was thinking, keeping this one going. He gets up, with Thunder trying to grab him, only for Warstein to give Thunder a boot to the gut, followed by the Ego Trip (Future Shock DDT)!!*

Rockwell: So much for Thunder...

Hood: He really should have counted his blessing and not broken up the pin. Instead, now he's going to be hurting just as bad as Lightning later tonight.

Rockwell: Well, maybe... Warstein seems to not be through with Lightning...

*Warstein has Lightning back up now, although Lightning's almost falling over, barely even conscious. Warstein physically drags him over to Atara, tagging her in. She signals to Warstein to get Lightning up on the turnbuckle, with Warstein obliging her. Lightning looks ready to fall to the outside at any moment, causing a couple of gasps from the crowd before Warstein helped right him, keeping him there. In the meantime, Atara has gone to the other side of the ring. She runs forward, leaping up onto the turnbuckle with Lightning! With Warstein giving an added nudge, Atara flies off with Lightning, scoring From A Dove!!! Lightning is down and out, with Atara rolling on top for the cover. Warstein stays close in case Thunder wants to get involved again, but it looks like Thunder's content for that to be the end of their night... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... Atara Themis & Shawn Warstein!!

Hood: It was a short but brutal match, as we saw moves that would kill the little pipsqueaks in the audience.

Rockwell: It's clear that, if they wanted to, Themis & Warstein could make a strong pairing in the tag division. Of course, that would mean the Sick Cunts would be broken up, so it probably won't happen.

Hood: Their whole group could take over this fed if they wanted to... and honestly, I think they do...

*Warstein makes sure to hold up Atara's arm, as the ref comes on the other side to bring up Warstein's. They walk off, ready to celebrate, leaving behind two destroyed wrestlers.*

*Inferno cuts backstage to the studio where Chelsea LeClair is sitting by with the North American championship slung over her shoulder. She's in an ecstatic mood considering the success that she's found lately, but she's also very poised, knowing exactly what is coming up ahead. Reflecting on the beat the clock challenge as well as much of her GCWA journey so far, Chelsea takes a bit of a deep breath and expresses her thoughts.*

Chelsea LeClair: This is one of those rare times where I'm straight faced and serious, so I know the importance and the significance of what I am going to talk about. In OCW, when I went as far as I did in the Manifest Destiny tournament, there were... understandably... still people that didn't think that this was for real. There were still some people that were writing it off as a fluke. Then came Manifest Destiny and that whole thing... that DIDN'T go well and it seemed to add some fuel for the fire for that. But did I let that stop me? I didn't. I could've! I could've gone back and made the same mistakes that I did before and just given up, but I didn't. I didn't want to be the ‘woe is me' victim anymore. I did what I had to do and I rose up to the challenge that GCWA was going to provide me and it wasn't too long ago when I rose to the occasion and I won THIS...

*Chelsea pauses, to briefly show off the North American Championship to the camera before resuming her promo.*

Chelsea LeClair: ...I became the North American Champion by beating two game competitors to become the first woman to hold a non-women's, singles championship in GCWA history. That is something that NOBODY can take away from me even if Lissie has since gone on to win the world title. A few weeks ago, at Heat Wave, the biggest show of the year for GCWA, what was at that point the biggest match in my career, I defeated PerZag to retain the championship and further prove that I was a big stage wrestler that CAN rise to the occasion when the chips are down. And if that wasn't proof enough... how about beating the clock a couple of weeks ago to even GET into this position today? I know... it's all been a blur... it's all been quite a shock... well, maybe to most people and for a time even myself...

But now?

I realize that I shouldn't be surprised. I always had this type of potential to get this far in this business... it just took me far longer than it would for most people. So yeah... this match with Lissie? It IS going to be the biggest match of my career. It's my first ever world title shot after all, how could it NOT? She may have beaten me last time in Manifest Destiny... but she didn't break me. She didn't break me because I didn't allow it to happen. I was strong enough to survive that storm and I know that I'm strong enough to overcome everything that she throws at me... considering the fact that since our last encounter, I've only gotten stronger and what I've accomplished since Manifest Destiny is proof positive of that.

So when this world championship match happens?

I'm playing with house money. Nothing to lose. Everything to gain.

I'm going to give this everything that I've got with no pressure on my shoulders. I'm going to handle this the way I know how to handle this and this is either going to be the culmination of one of the most unheralded, unexpected rises to the top this business has ever seen or another step on the road to getting there... either way? I'm not going to see myself as a loser.

I know now that one way or another, I've got everything in my power and my potential to become a world champion... and that can never be taken away from me!

*Chelsea maintains her poise and confidence as she stands up to leave the studio, causing the scene to fade to black.*

*We go backstage to see Jonathan Barrows walking with some files in his hands. He reaches his office and opens the door. Once inside, he sees Mike Zybala..... Cleaning? Zybala turns when he hears the door open and the two men stare at each other for several tense moments. Zybala breaks the silence.*

Mike Zybala: Well this is awkward!

Jonathan Barrows: Mike, what... what are you doing? You know we hire people to clean these rooms. They wear masks and gloves, too.

Mike Zybala: But do they leave you a bottle of bourbon?

*Zybala reaches down and pulls up a bottle. He places it on the desk as a look of clarity dawns on Barrows' face.*

Jonathan Barrows: YOU'RE the one who has been leaving me stuff and waxing my car!

Mike Zybala: Guilty as charged.

*Barrows studies Zybala for a moment, completely confused. His eyes narrow.*

Jonathan Barrows: So I suppose there's a reason for this?

Mike Zybala: There is..... I noticed that there is no September pay per view, and I'm sure that you noticed that Outsiders has been putting out decent numbers on Inferno and Dystopia. Let not forget that the fans really enjoyed The Elimination Chamber match....

*Zybala pauses and Barrows motions with his hand for Zybala to continue.*

Mike Zybala: So I was wondering if Outsiders could have the pay per view spot this month?

*Barrows just stares at Zybala for a few moments, silent. Zybala's hopeful smile never fades. After a few moments, Barrows finally seems to come out of it.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. What was the question again?

Mike Zybala: I said, I was hoping that Outsiders could have the pay per view spot this month.

Jonathan Barrows: That's... what I thought you said...

*Jonathan walks around to his desk, starting to sit down in the chair. Zybala quickly stops him, getting the bottle of Clorox wipes out of the chair first. Barrows then finally drops down into the chair, thinking of how much things have changed in 2020. After a couple more seconds, Zybala can't wait anymore.*

Mike Zybala: So? Great idea, right?

Jonathan Barrows: ... Mike... I don't know what to say...

Mike Zybala: Then just say yes.

Jonathan Barrows: Yes?

Mike Zybala: Yes! Thanks boss! You won't regret it!

*Zybala starts celebrating, while Barrows doesn't look like he knows what just happened. Zybala grabs the cleaning supplies and books it out of the office. Barrows is stunned. Did he just let that happen?*

Rockwell: Wait, so are we going to have...

Hood: I don't even want to talk about it.

Rockwell: But if we're having an Outsiders...

Hood: Please, let's just ignore it and hope it goes away!

Rockwell: From what I just heard, that's not happening...

Hood: La la la, fucking la la LAAAAAAA...

Rockwell: Alright, alright! We'll move on!

Hood: Thank you...

Singles Match
Lissie Hope (7-0) vs. Zolton (3-3)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'7" and weighing 265 lbs... from Amsterdam The Netherlands... here is Zolton!!

*The arena darkens as the "F8" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. The peak of the song is reached and the arena begins to flash almost as though an electrical surge flows through the arena. "F8" bleeds into "Rise Cover" by State of MINE and a blue spot light shines on the stage as it is covered with smoke/mist. A moment passes and into the spotlight stands Zolton facing away from the ring. His head lowered, hair silhouetting his face. The chorus flows from "Rise Cover" and he turns and walks down the ramp way. Ignoring the crowd up against the entrance ramp. Mist covers the ring now as he climbs the steps and enters the ring as it fills with blue lighting. He leans in his assigned corner after removing his long leather trench coat. The music fades out as the arena lights rise into normalcy.*

Rockwell: Zolton seemed pretty upset at GCWA management for making it seem like he was a "warm-up" match for Lissie Hope.

Hood: Well, would you want to be told that Hope's going to roll right over you to prepare for Chelsea LeClair?

Rockwell: No, I'm pretty sure that would piss me off.

Hood: Exactly! Now that doesn't mean it's not true...

Rockwell: But it's not true, Hood! Zolton has shown time and time again that he's an extremely dangerous wrestler!

Hood: Yeah, I suppose... I mean, he's not Xtreme or Warthog...

Rockwell: I'm now pulling for Zolton, just to see your face when he shuts you up.

Minos: His opponent...

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

I like when you get mad.

*The GCWA crowd is mesmerized at seeing this entrance, with the cameras focusing on multiple little girls wearing "Blackheart" t-shirts and cheering.*

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

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

I'm the bad guy.
Ha!

*She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Villain" tee-shirt, and black and red workout pants. She looks down at the championship belt around her waistline and with her hands, brushes her fingers along the gold. She removes the Villain t-shirt, exposing her upper ring apparel, as well as the title, and tosses them to the timekeeper, slowly climbing up the staircase and pausing to pose for the ringside fans.*

Minos: Ladies and gentlemen, from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing 135 pounds... the GCWA Heavyweight Champion of the World... "THE BLACKHEART"... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!

*The crowd pops as Hope enters the ring, watching as she moves to talk to Minos and the referee.*

Rockwell: Lissie Hope's wrestling career has been reaching new heights as of late, but she's also seen some personal strife in her home life.

Hood: Yeah, too bad about her Ma's house, but she should just get the money for the land, throw Ma in an old folk's home, and throw a party.

Rockwell: That's... not the way most people would think, Hood. Wait, where's your mother?

Hood: She's passed, sadly.

Rockwell: Oh. I'm... sorry, Hood, for bringing it up...

Hood: I'm sorry, too. My brother got the home, so I didn't get any of the money...

*After the conversation is finished, Minos nods and raises up his mic again.*

Minos: Per the wishes of Ms. Hope, this match has now been changed... to a World Heavyweight Title match!!!

*The crowd explodes in excitement, as Hope smiles smugly in the corner. Zolton's expression doesn't change, as he's still preparing for the fight.*

Hood: Can she do that?

Rockwell: Other champs have done it in the past...

Hood: But for the World Title?

Rockwell: It's her right to defend the gold if she so chooses!

Hood: Damn. We should have moved this match to the main event!

Rockwell: Too late now!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So this could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Zolton, as he can walk out of here GCWA World Champion!

Hood: So it'd be Zolton vs. Chelsea LeClair next week?

Rockwell: I would think so, since LeClair earned a title shot!

Hood: Holy crap, I've got goosebumps all of the sudden! This is really happening!

*Hope moves towards Zolton, looking almost too confident as she waits for him to walk forward. Zolton looks measured, not letting the change shake him, as he considers Hope. He calls her a faceless nobody, barely seeming to see her as she is. Hope responds that Zolton's nothing but a non-entity and an afterthought. The two exchange a few more insults, showing that there's not a lot of respect between them. Zolton then suddenly spins, going for the Titan Crush (Spinning Roundhouse Kick)!! But Hope is able to duck under it, then she comes forward quickly, nailing the off-balance Zolton with a spinning elbow to the back of the head! Zolton stumbles forward, with Hope following, landing some stiff punches to the lower spine, along with some heavy kicks to the legs, keeping Zolton from regaining his balance. As Zolton finally turns around, Hope goes to the ropes and comes back, leaping up to his a bicycle kick to the chest! Zolton staggers back towards the ropes, leaning briefly on them before straightening back up.*

Hood: The champ is dishing out the offense early on!

Rockwell: But she hasn't been able to get the larger athlete off his feet yet...

Hood: Adrian Rockwell, stating the obvious since 1999...

*The champion is not relenting in her attack, striking away with forearms to Zolton along the ropes. The referee gives a warning, but neither wrestler seems to hear him, as Hope grabs Zolton by the head, bringing him into place for a DDT... only to have Zolton lift her straight up into the air, her legs kicking wildly! Zolton tosses her away like she weighs nothing, sending Hope flying backwards across the ring! As Hope gets back up, looking a bit surprised, Zolton comes in with a series of MMA punches, stunning the champ! He then yanks Hope into his arms, easily lifting her up and taking a step before spinning into a twisting powerslam!! The crowd reacts sluggishly, a little shocked at that one, as Zolton makes the cover... 1... 2.. and Hope easily kicks out in time. Both wrestlers start to get up, with Zolton grabbing Hope by the arm and delivering a pull-in lariat that drops Hope onto her back! Zolton, still holding the arm, then steps onto Hope's shoulder, pulling upwards as she lets out a yell, feeling him trying to dislocate it!!*

Hood: Zolton's not playing around!

Rockwell: Hope may seriously regret putting the title on the line here tonight! She may have motivated Zolton more than she expected to!

Hood: You don't just give a 6'7" monster a title shot! Live and learn, kids at home!

*Zolton finishes his damage to the arm of Hope, yanking her back upwards again into his arms. He lifts Hope up, starting to lock her into a bear hug! Hope again is feeling the pain, but she fights back, reaching out and raking her hand across Zolton's face! Zolton drops her, rubbing at his eyes, trying to clear his vision. Hope takes a deep breath, ignoring the referee's complaints as she jumps up, grabbing hold of Zolton's head and taking him down with a swinging neckbreaker!! Both wrestlers are down for a moment, giving Hope a chance to roll her shoulder, making sure everything's still connected. She gets herself up, looking more annoyed than anything at having let Zolton get in some offense. She stretches for a second before coming over to the rising Zolton, getting him by the head once more. This time, she pulls him around to the turnbuckle, running up it to spin back into a tornado DDT!! Zolton's down, as Hope makes the cover... 1... 2... but Zolton kicks out cleanly, almost throwing Hope aside.*

Hood: Well, she got him off his feet...

Rockwell: Now she just has to work on keeping him down there.

Hood: Don't worry, the champ's got this now...

*Hope's cocky confidence has definitely returned, as she works to keep Zolton off-balance by leaning him backwards into a dragon sleeper! She holds on, straining against the weight, as Zolton struggles against the hold. The referee moves in, but before he can even ask Zolton anything, Hope drops it into an inverted DDT, putting Zolton back on the mat! Hope makes another try at a pin... 1... 2... but again Zolton is forceful in his pin denial. Hope gets herself up, telling Zolton he should just go back to worrying about his demons. she stomps down on him a few times, working to keep him down, but Zolton is still rising in spite of it. Hope kicks him in the side, but again Zolton keeps struggling to get up, refusing to stay down. Hope shrugs and moves in on the rising Zolton, locking up her arms around his to set up for the Crown of Thorns (Pedigree)!! But no, Zolton picks Hope upwards, getting her on his shoulde!! She fights, trying to readjust, but all she does is get herself in the wrong position, as Zolton launches her forward into the corner with a Buckle Bomb!! Hope staggers forward from the hit, her spine on fire, and Zolton immediately takes advantage, landing the Titan Crush roundhouse kick!!! He covers... 1... 2... No! Hope kicks out in time!*

Rockwell: We almost had a new champion!

Hood: Damn, Zolton's not messing around!

Rockwell: Could the Age of Zolton be right around the corner for the GCWA??

*The referee moves out of the way as Zolton pulls Hope back up, grabbing her by the head. He whispers something to her, something the camera doesn't pick up, before twisting her around and getting her arms locked, setting her up for a Smite (Full Nelson Slam)!! But as he lifts, Hope manages to break free, rolling forward instead of taking the impact. As Zolton gets back up, Hope rushes back at him, nailing him with a spinning back elbow!! Zolton drops to a knee, stunned from the shot to the head. He manages to finally shake it off and starts to get back up, looking around, only to see Hope flying at him after climbing the turnbuckle, landing a missile dropkick!! Zolton crashes to his back, even as Hope dives on top for the pin... 1... 2... No! Zolton escapes in time! Hope glares at Zolton, wanting him just to stay down like the nobody he's proven himself to be. She gets up, pulling him close and getting a double underhook, kneeing him multiple times as he struggles to get off the canvas. Hope then starts lifting him up, wanting this to be over... but Zolton suddenly yanks her legs out from under her, dropping her down, and starts to turn her into Descending Into Madness (Texas Cloverleaf)!!!*

Hood: Damn!

Rockwell: If he gets this locked in...

*Luckily for Hope, she's able to kick herself free before the dominating submission hold can be locked, pushing Zolton with the leg she got free. This mostly just sends Hope sliding over near the ropes, as Zolton doesn't move too far. He turns back, stalking the champion, getting to her as she gets up. He grabs her from behind, now trying for The Answer (Standing Arm Triangle Submission)!!! But Hope's still hanging onto the ropes, preventing him from pulling her away. Zolton angrily slams a shot into Hope's back, then turns her around, grabbing her by the throat! But Hope responds by grabbing at Zolton's hand, twisting his thumb to cause the break! Before Zolton can respond, Hope then lands a jawbreaker, sending Zolton reeling. She follows it up by kicking him in the gut, then dropping him with a double-knee facebreaker!!! Zolton is down, as Hope quickly drags herself over to the turnbuckle, pulling herself painfully up. The crowd is cheering as Hope gets upright, immediately leaping off with the Cherry Bomb (Swanton Bomb)!!! She lands it straight onto Zolton, taking him out, then manages to make the cover, holding a leg... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, and still the GCWA Heavyweight Champion of the World.... "The Blackheart" Lissie Hope!!

Rockwell: The champion retains!

Hood: Zolton got me worried a few times there, as he almost became World Champion!

Rockwell: That would have rocked the GCWA as an incredible moment! But he just couldn't quite take Hope down!

Hood: I'd say Hope is more than "warmed up", though. She might be sore next week for her next defense...

Rockwell: Zolton surely opened some eyes with this competition, but Lissie Hope still sits at the top of the GCWA!

*The referee has brought Lissie Hope the World Title, with her raising it above her head, looking like she was expecting this result the whole time. She leaves the ring, walking up the aisle, the belt securely in her arms. Many of the fans are still cheering as Hope reaches the stage ramp, turning and raising the World Title over her head...*

Hood: What the...

Rockwell: It's Chelsea LeClair!

*Hope turns and looks back as Chelsea LeClair walks out of the back, a confident grin on her face. The North American Champion walks straight up to Hope, locking eyes with her. The two wrestlers stare at each other, before their eyes both venture over to the World Championship. LeClair signals about another belt coming around her waist, showing where it will sit. Hope smirks back at her, tapping the belt with her free arm as if to say, You want it? Come get it.*

Rockwell: It's going down next week! LeClair vs. Hope, facing off for the second time!

Hood: Two champions in one match! Our ratings are going to be through the roof!

*Hope and LeClair continue to stand there, as the crowd starts a split chant for both of them. They both glance towards the hyped crowd as we slowly leave the scene, heading to commercial.*

*We cut to the back and we find ourselves inside the locker room of Sins of the Fathers. Marcus Ka'Derrion already has his wrestling gear on but is pacing back and forth frantically, mumbling to himself. The door to the locker room swings open and in walks in his tag team partner, "Venom" Xavier Lux.*

Xavier: *Ahem*

*Oh, right: and in walks in his tag team partner, Xavier Lux, appearing to have just arrived at the arena. Marcus throws his arms up as a sign of relief. *

Marcus: About damn time XL! Where the hell have you been?

Xavier: New York City, I told you this.

Marcus: Yeah you did but I expected you to be back a lot sooner than just now. We need to go over our opponents, our match, which by the way is coming up in a few minutes.

Xavier: Relax man!

Marcus: Relax? You're not even ready! You are so damn lucky they moved us to the main event.

Xavier: Holy shit we're in the main event? I guess them boys are a lot better than we thought. No worries, we got this.

Marcus: How exactly do we "got this" when you just now showing up?

Xavier: Look Marcus, I get it, I'm a little late, but I needed to wrap up something in NYC and well that took a turn for the weird and I ended up staying longer than I wanted to. But I am here now, I'm going to get ready quickly and then we can go over your game plan.

Marcus: It's not as easy as you make it sound Xavier.

Xavier: I know it's not. Duce and Byson, hell of a young tag team. Clearly they're impressing the Barrows or they wouldn't have put them in the main event with us. But look, it all comes down to whether you trust me or not.

Marcus: Of course I trust you, but if you want me to help you get that gold around the waist, I'm going to need you to take this a little more seriously. Duce and Byson are about to give us the best they have to offer. We need to match that intensity and take it a level above.

Xavier: Alright man, I will. I mean I am. We good man. Let me just get ready so we can go take care of business.

*There is a long pause and Marcus finally nods and steps aside so Xavier can go get ready. *

North American Title #1 Contenders Match
Ed Houston (17-5-1) vs. PerZag (8-4)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... and will be for a shot at the North American Championship! Introducing first... standing 6'5" and weighing 216 lbs... from down under in Australia... here is the former GCWA North American Champion... "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: PerZag visited a planetarium as part of his promo for Houston this week.

Hood: Talk about boring! I much preferred the Officer PerZag portion. I'd watch that movie!

Rockwell: PerZag's detective also found footage of the man who abducted the kid, Tommy, which could be helpful in finally tracking him down.

Hood: Can I just say, Franklin Smithstone? That's a great name. That's a name you can trust to do your detective work...

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

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

Rockwell: We haven't seen Houston since he and Zybala lost the World Tag-Team Titles a few weeks ago.

Hood: Probably had to wash the Zybala stink off of him...

Rockwell: Houston tried to get in to see Dak Prescott, but he couldn't manage to avoid security long enough to see up a promo with him.

Hood: Hah, Prescott probably ran for it. It wouldn't be good for his contract negotiations to be seen with someone with the name of "Houston".

Rockwell: I don't know, it might give him leverage if they think he's going to the Texans.

Hood: Yeah, Dak's okay, but he's not replacing Watson.

Rockwell: True, but did you see how rough the Texans looked at times Thursday? Patrick Mahomes devoured them.

Hood: Nobody beats Mahomes right now, and that young running-back, what's his name? He was awesome...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: I guess we should stop talking football and get back to wrestling.

Hood: I know, I know. It's just I missed it so much!

Rockwell: Me too, Hood, me too. But for now, let's see what PerZag and Houston can do!

*Houston comes forward to the center of the ring, offering a handshake to PerZag. The Sexiest Man on Earth considers the hand, smirking, before slapping the hand aside instead. He's there to earn respect, not to cater to "sportsmanship". The two lock up, with Houston quickly twisting around PerZag to hold his arm behind him. PerZag tries to reverse, but Houston fights it off, keeping PerZag in front of him. But PerZag then reverses, lifting Houston up onto his shoulders instead! No, Houston rolls off the back, falling into a sunset flip! PerZag fights off the flip, though, pulling free and going to stomp on Houston, but Houston kips up out of the way, avoiding the stomp. Both wrestlers come together again, with PerZag picking Houston up for a side slam. But Houston reverses out of THAT, flipping and landing on his feet! As PerZag turns back to him, Houston jumps up for a hurricanrana, getting PerZag around the head and sending him rocketing off to the mat, rolling all the way to the outside!! As PerZag tries to get up, Houston runs to the ropes and returns, teasing a leap outside! But as PerZag ducks out of the way, Houston does a handspring and lands back in the center of the ring, ready to go!*

Rockwell: Houston remains one of the most athletic wrestlers to ever enter the GCWA!

Hood: Rubbish. Being a jumping bean doesn't make you great. PerZag's the all-around package!

Rockwell: The more you talk about PerZag, Hood, the more I think you've got a crush on him.

Hood: What? Ridiculous. Just because I appreciate his talent, that doesn't mean anything!

*PerZag carefully comes back into the ring, keeping a close eye on where Houston is bouncing on his heels, waiting for him. He steps through the ropes, straightening up, with Houston just waiting for him patiently. The two lock up again, this time with PerZag getting a headlock, grinding away on Houston's noggin. Houston pushes the larger man off into the ropes, then waits for him on the return, trying for a hip toss. But PerZag surprises Houston, flipping and landing on his feet! Before Houston can readjust, PerZag steps into him, lifting Houston and throwing him with a belly-to-belly suplex!! As Houston rolls on the mat, trying to get up, PerZag kips up himself, showing that two can play at that game. As Houston rises, PerZag charges at him, spearing Houston in the gut!! Houston falls through the ropes, ending up outside the ring. PerZag acts for a second like he's going to jump after him, then laughs and backs off, seeing no reason to risk his health in some death-defying plunge outside.*

Hood: Now that's how it's done!

Rockwell: Both men are looking pretty impressive early on.

Hood: Once PerZag defeats Houston, he'll be on his way back to fame, glory, and gold!

*Houston pulls himself back up onto the apron, having recovered from his fall. He starts to step through the ropes, but PerZag's already coming at him, trying to grab Houston for a suplex into the ring. But Houston fights him off, dropping off the apron to string PerZag's throat out on the top rope!! PerZag stumbles back, coughing, as Houston jumps back on the apron and waits for the perfect moment. He springs up to the top rope and flies in, with a beautiful corkscrew crossbody into PerZag! The crowd erupts at the move, loving the wrestling they're seeing tonight. Houston lands on top, hanging on... 1... 2.. and PerZag shoves Houston off of him. They both get up, with Houston immediately grabbing PerZag to get a cradle suplex! He hangs on... 1... 2... and again, PerZag escapes in time! As PerZag sits up, trying to catch some air into his lungs, Houston leaps forward, nailing PerZag with a fast shining wizard kick!!! For the third time, Houston goes for the pin... 1... 2... No! PerZag gets free!*

Rockwell: Houston is looking for any way to put PerZag out!

Hood: Gotta admit, he's looking like he's taking over. But PerZag will find a way back!

Rockwell: He'd better start soon, because if Houston keeps landing combinations, this one's over!

*PerZag is trying to get up now, having ended up in the corner as he uses both sides to get upright. Unfortunately, Houston was waiting for this, as he charges forward, smashing PerZag with both knees, landing a Meteora! PerZag is hurting, falling forward, as Houston quickly shoves him out of the corner to the mat. Houston then uses his speed, jumping up on the turnbuckle in one fluid move. As PerZag rolls away, ending up on his back, Houston figures out how much of a leap he's going to need. He jumps to the nearby ropes, springing upwards for a springboard 450 splash!! He lands perfectly on PerZag, holding him down for another cover... 1... 2... No!! PerZag manages to escape again! Houston again wastes no time, grabbing hold of PerZag's arms and dragging him towards the corner. He gets him positioned, then starts up again, preparing to go immediately for Blastoff (Shooting Star Press)!! But as Houston gets balanced, PerZag suddenly jumps up, hitting the ropes in desperation to knock Houston off-balance, sending him falling into the ring!!*

Rockwell: A rough landing for Houston there! He barely got his back under him in time!

Hood: Yep, he was almost an inch or two shorter from compression...

Rockwell: And that would be a horrible way for this match to end.

Hood: Well, PerZag would probably get the quick pin, but no, I'm not wishing that on anyone...

*Houston is hurting after that landing, struggling to get up. PerZag slowly comes over to him, lifting the lighter Houston up onto his shoulder. Houston tries to escape, but cannot, as PerZag hits a running powerslam!! PerZag tiredly makes the cover... 1... 2... but Houston gets his shoulder up in time. He rolls over to his stomach on instinct, but PerZag takes immediate advantage of this, switching around and grabbing Houston's legs, pulling him back into a Boston Crab submission!! Houston's eyes bulge out as he feels the agony of the maneuver, with PerZag trying to stretch Houston's legs back far enough to touch the man's head! The referee slides in, asking Houston if he wants to give up, not really expecting a reply. He doesn't get one, as Houston is too busy fighting to find a way out of the hold. He tries to grab at the mat, wanting to pull himself to the ropes, but PerZag's working just as hard to keep him in place, and he's got the weight advantage and the positioning.*

Rockwell: Houston's got to find a solution here!

Hood: Can you pass out from a Boston Crab?

Rockwell: I don't know that I've seen it happen, but I would think any level of pain can eventually make you unconscious...

Hood: Then keep it up, PerZag!

*Having no means of moving the pile, Houston instead relies on his flexibility, reaching back with both hands to grab at one of PerZag's legs. PerZag, taken off-guard, breaks the hold as he falls forward... with Houston pulling the ankle forward to get the Countdown (Ankle Lock) applied!!! However, PerZag fell forward right near the ropes, and he's quick to scramble forward, grabbing hold to cause the break. Houston, looking disappointed that he missed out, still goes after PerZag, pulling him up. He takes PerZag over to the corner, slamming his head into the turnbuckle a few times, before working to lift PerZag up onto the 'buckle. He goes up with him, trying to set PerZag up for a match-ending Frankensteiner!! But as Houston gets ready to leap, PerZag gets a shot in towards the gut, or maybe slightly lower. Either way, Houston bends over, hurting, with PerZag lifting the smaller wrestler into position... and taking him off the top with a Release German Superplex!!! The crowd loses it after the move, cheering wildly, as both wrestlers stay down for a moment after that hard landing.*

Rockwell: We're really getting some quality matches tonight!

Hood: It's almost a PPV!

Rockwell: Sure feels like it...

Hood: Huh?

Rockwell: Nothing, let's keep going!

*The two wrestlers struggle upwards, looking over at each other for a moment. Houston moves first, jumping forward for Houston, We Have A Problem (Superkick)!! But PerZag catches the leg! He throws it to the side, but Houston just continues with the momentum, turning it into an enziguri! PerZag falls back into the ropes, hurting, as Houston then straightens up, holding his back. He sucks it up, running over and sending himself through the ropes into a 619 into PerZag's back!! PerZag rolls forward, managing to roll up to his feet, even though his lower back just took a good jolt. Houston positions himself for another spring, this time coming in with a flying forearm! But PerZag dodges it!! Houston hits the ground and twists to get back up, but PerZag is right on him, lifting Houston up into the Sexy Neutralizer (Torture Rack)!!! PerZag starts to rack Houston, but Houston shoves upwards with his hands on PerZag's shoulder, getting himself up higher than PerZag intended. He flips around, going for another hurricanrana! But PerZag blocks it, instead lifting Houston up and dropping him with the Worthiest Move of All (Powerbomb into Double Knee Backbreaker)!!!! The crowd pops for the reversal, as PerZag makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

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

Hood: What a reversal!!

Rockwell: Houston didn't see that coming, as PerZag wins a future title shot!

Hood: PerZag is inevitable! Someone just get him an Infinity Gauntlet!

Rockwell: Another great match, and we've still got one more to go!

*PerZag is sitting to the side, pulling himself back together after that competitive match. He looks pleased as he nods to a recovering Houston and rolls out of the ring.*

*We cut to the back, where Jonathan Barrows appears to be packing up his stuff. It's been a hell of a night. Suddenly, the door bangs open, startling him.*

Jonathan Barrows: Jesus, Deana!

*Deana Barrows comes in quickly, looking close to being frantic. Jonathan, putting his bag down, walks over to her.*

Jonathan Barrows: You may not act like it, but you've got that Ace strength, don't you? Now settle down, tell me what's wrong. Was there news about Dad?

*Deana shakes her head no, then slowly, shakily, hands her phone to Jonathan. He looks at it, puzzled, and restarts the video showing on it. After a few seconds, we see a shot from the parking lot. Hunter Barrows has just finished off talking to someone, and is headed back into the building.*

Voice: Get him!

Hunter Barrows: What the hey?

*Hunter's suddenly grabbed by two men, who quickly take him down. Several punches are landed before they get the semiconscious man up between them and carry him back to a van. Hunter's thrown inside, and the two men get in, driving away. The video then ends. Jonathan looks up, completely thrown off.*

Jonathan Barrows: Someone... took Hunter?

Deana Barrows: Maybe... the same ones... that took Dad!

*Deana is fighting back tears, as Jonathan comforts her. He then goes over to the phone, picking it up.*

Jonathan Barrows: Security? I need you guys to start doubling your forces again. My brother's been taken. Ace might have as well. We need to get on this. It might be... the same guy from last time... only this time, it's for real...

*Jonathan looks down for a moment, remembering the deal he had to cut to save his family, only to find out it was a ruse. This time, it looks more realistic. He shakes his head, wondering what's going to happen next.*

Rockwell: Damn, someone got Hunter!

Hood: I thought that guy knew how to defend himself?

Rockwell: He was apparently taken by surprise.

Hood: Weak Ass Excuse!

Rockwell: We'll have more on this breaking news in the future! For now, it's main event time!

Tag-Team Match
Sins of the Fathers (Marcus Ka'Derrion & Xavier Lux) (4-1) vs. Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban (2-2)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening... this tag-team match is scheduled for one fall... first, 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: We've been learning more about what brought Marcus Ka'Derrion and Xavier Lux together, as well as about Marcus' god-sister, Paula.

Hood: Sucks to have her be so hot and be untouchable. For Marcus, anyway. I wonder if he'd give me her number...

Rockwell: I wouldn't even ask, Hood. Meanwhile, Lux took a bad fall off a building, but somehow survived thanks to a full trash dumpster.

Hood: Lucky for him someone didn't throw out their prize knife set accidentally or something. Heh, what if someone had thrown out an accordian? The noise would have been beautiful!

Minos: Their opponents...

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

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

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

Minos: Coming to the ring... weighing a combined 410 lbs... here is the team of Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban!!

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

Rockwell: The wrestling business really appears to be affecting Duce's home life, which is a struggle we've all faced in the business.

Hood: Yep, all you can do is tell her to shut up and make you some pie.

Rockwell: ... I'm going to ignore that. Last week, Byson got a great assist from Brim in his victory over Zybala. Apparently, though, Brim won't be here tonight.

Hood: Eh, they don't need him. Duce & Byson are former Tag Champs! They've got this!

*Marcus and Xavier finish getting their ring gear off, turning and talking with each other... when suddenly Duce and Byson run up from behind, attacking them!! The referee, surprised, stays out of the way, as Duce & Byson send Marcus out of the ring, while dragging Xavier in and double-teaming him!*

Rockwell: Hey, the match hasn't even started yet!!

Hood: When you're in the main event, the fight begins as soon as you step through those ropes!

*The referee tells the brothers to break it up, but Byson just confidently puts an arm around the ref's shoulders, telling him to go do his job and ring the bell. He pushes the ref off and goes and joins Duce in beating on Xavier, as the ref, with no real choice, signals for The Bell to Ring.*

Hood: And here we go, a perfectly fair fight!

Rockwell: This is a terrible way to start this one!

*Xavier is in a bad way already, as the double-team continues. Duce snapmares Xavier over towards Byson, who comes off the ropes to hit a basement dropkick! Duce then hits a flip senton, crashing down on Xavier, while Byson moves to the corner. He goes up top, leaping off and landing a fist drop! The referee finally comes over, ordering one of the two to leave the ring. Byson leaves it all to Duce, smiling all the way to their corner. Duce pulls the hurting Xavier up, giving him the Juice (Shoot Kick To Chest, Spinning Backfist, Kick To Leg, D-Trigga combination)!! Xavier's down, as Duce makes the quick cover, hanging onto the leg... 1... 2... and Marcus Ka'Derrion is suddenly back to break it up! He doesn't stop there, though, slugging away at Duce's back, angry at how this has all started. The ref gets between them, pushing Marcus back since he's not legal. In the meantime, Duce rolls out of the ring, while Byson steps in without a tag, running over to drop another fist onto Xavier, followed by putting him in a rear chinlock.*

Hood: I'm really loving the new mindset of Duce! I think this could be what he needs to finally get up to the World Title!

Rockwell: It sickens me that he's now willing to do things like this. It's all the influence of Byson...

Hood: Sometimes family is the best influencer!

*Byson brings Xavier back up, dragging him over to Duce. They legally tag, with Duce stepping through the ropes. Duce sends Xavier running hard into the corner, then follows him in, landing a Yakuza kick!! Duce then drops to all fours, waiting, as Byson runs up behind him and leaps off his back, landing in front of Xavier. Instead of plowing into Xavier, Byson just laughs and rakes the eyes, blinding him!! The ref admonishes Byson, who goes to the apron, mocking the fans who are booing him for his actions. Duce, meanwhile, has Xavier hung up on the middle rope. He launches into him, landing Being IntroDUCED! (Swinging Knee Lift)!! Xavier falls to the mat, as Duce turns and makes the pin, watching a frustrated Marcus this time... 1... 2... and Xavier is able to kick out! Duce, not concerned at all, turns and tags in Byson once more. Duce holds Xavier up in position, allowing Byson to land several punches, before Duce finally has to leave.*

Rockwell: If Xavier Lux can't make the tag soon, he's had it!

Hood: A perfect strategy, keeping the GCWA Hall of Famer out of the match!

Rockwell: I'm not a fan of it, but I have to agree it's working...

*Xavier is reaching out towards his corner, blindly, trying to find a way to get free. Byson lets him reach, turning him towards Marcus and taunting the man. Marcus looks ready to come in, but the referee is there to stop him. Byson laughs, taking full advantage by turning Xavier to the ropes and choking him out on them!! Marcus complains to the ref, begging him to turn around, but the ref is preoccupied with Marcus. Byson increases the pressure... then jumps backwards, startled, as suddenly Mike Zybala has appeared!! Zybala stands on the apron, glaring at Byson, making the man back up quickly! Seeing this, Duce jumps down off the apron and starts to head Zybala's way. Zybala jumps down as well, standing off with Duce, ready to brawl! The referee finally turns around, seeing what's happening, and quickly hurries over there, jumping out under the ropes to get between Zybala and Duce!! The fans are chanting "Let Them Fight" as Byson steps out as well, backing up his brother!*

Hood: Zybala has no reason to be out here!

Rockwell: After Brim cost him a match against Byson? Zybala's still looking for revenge!

Hood: So send an angry letter, stop harassing this team!

*Duce looks ready to throw the match out and brawl with Zybala, but surprisingly Zybala seems to be backing up. Byson steps up next to Duce, confused, wondering what's going on. The referee orders Byson to go back to the ring, but Byson ignores him, focusing on the retreating Zybala. The man gets to the aisleway, now smiling. He gives Byson and Duce a little goofy wave, then tells them that they should probably pay attention to things in the ring! Both Byson and Duce turn, looking back, and seeing Xavier Lux almost to the corner!! The fans are cheering Lux on, as Byson hurriedly scrambles back into the ring, trying to stop him. But it's too late, as the ref can see Lux reach out and tag the outstretched hand of Marcus Ka'Derrion!! The arena explodes as the Hall of Famer jumps into the ring, immediately tackling Byson to the ground and punching away at him!!*

Hood: Oh no!!

Rockwell: Oh yes! Marcus is in!

Hood: Damn that Zybala!!

*Byson is taking a pounding from the furious Marcus, as Duce decides to come in and help his brother. But Marcus catches the charging Duce, spinning him around and landing a backbreaker!! Duce bounds away, as Byson tries to get up, only to be taken back down with a side suplex! Marcus is on fire, turning back to Duce and grabbing him on the way up, landing a sidewalk slam!! The fans are loving every minute of this, vintage Ka'Derrion, as he continues to work over both wrestlers! Lux, having taken a moment to recover, comes back in, grabbing Duce from behind and jumping on his shoulders, before giving him a headscissors right over the top rope, sending Duce out of the ring!! The crowd is going wild as Ka'Derrion gets Byson back up, getting him into the air and delivering His Legacy (Crucifix Powerbomb)!!! Byson's in a bad way, as Lux comes back into the ring. Throughout it all, Zybala is watching from the aisle, still smiling.*

Rockwell: This looks very bad for Byson!

Hood: Where's Brim when you need him??

*As Byson tries to stand up, begging off, Xavier and Marcus come in at him, scoring a double superkick!! Byson's down, as Marcus goes to pick him off the mat. Nearby, on the outside, Duce Jones is starting to get up. He realizes what's going on and reaches under the ring... pulling out a steel chair! He starts to head inside... but now Zybala is there again, yanking the chair away from him!! Duce, surprised, watches as Zybala wiggles a finger at him, saying he won't let that happen! In the meantime, Marcus has Byson up on his shoulders, holding on as Xavier Lux climbs the turnbuckle. He leaps off, taking Byson off the shoulders with a Canadian Destroyer!!!! Byson's out, with Marcus turning to make the cover. Duce, seeing it, starts to come in, but Lux meets him, hanging on as the pin is made... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... Marcus Ka'Derrion and Xavier Lux... The Sins of the Fathers!!

Hood: Damn it, Zybala stole this one... again!

Rockwell: This feud is really costing these guys a lot of matches!

Hood: Yeah, but it's all Zybala's fault somehow!

Rockwell: A big victory for Sins of the Fathers, as we're about done for the night! It's been...

*Suddenly, the cameras shift focus, as we see Duce Jones has raced around the ring, tackling Mike Zybala!! The two men are now having a furious brawl on the outside, swinging away wildly at each other!! The fans are loving it, as security looks around to decide whether or not to get involved.*

Hood: Get him, Duce!! Make the guy bleed whatever color blood's in there!

Rockwell: This is getting out of control!

Hood: And that makes it awesome!

Rockwell: We've got to go, we're out of time! Good night!

*The cameras continue to follow the massive brawl between Duce and Zybala as we see Byson still recovering in the ring, unable to join in. Security is finally getting involved, but they're knocked away quickly as Duce and Zybala keep finding ways to get at each other. It continues even as we start to fade out.*

OOC: I don't know why this one turned out to be more difficult. Actually, yes I do, because I set up PPV-worthy matches that I would have to finish on a Friday! And I'm doing it again next week! Shit! Thanks to everyone who rp'ed, making it an extremely competitive night. And if anyone wants to write a match next week, let me know *lol*.

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, September 11th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Druk Dorji vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn

Glitter God vs. Aaron Warthog

The Sins of the Fathers vs. The Impasta Mafia

Shawn Warstein vs. Micheal Graves

Noah Jackson vs. PerZag

Jackson Hart & James Raven vs. Sports Entertainment Xpress (Champs Can Decide If Belts Are On The Line)

Main Event

Lissie Hope(c) vs. Chelsea LeClair, GCWA World Heavyweight Title match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, September 11th to Wednesday, September 16th, giving you 6 days to post your roleplay(s). 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!