GCWA Friday Night Inferno



*So for our fans in Texas, it looks like we're getting closer to everything being open again. 75% capacity for restaurants and gyms, as well as people being able to visit their loved ones in nursing homes. So people can be happy again (except for those who want to go to bars, which are strangely being kept separate from everything else). I mean, we did average over 4,600 cases and 130 deaths per day over the last seven days, but I'm sure that'll work itself out. Here in Dallas, the fans keep coming, and we keep putting on the show, as the GCWA continues! Enjoy the show!*

*The GCWA logo comes and goes, fading away, leaving everything in darkness for a few moments. A new, deep voice is heard.*

Deep Voice: The top of the GCWA is always changing, always shifting. In the last two months, two explosive fires have been shooting towards the top of the mountain.

*We then see a shot of Lissie Hope, the current GCWA World Champion, appear on the screen, caught in the middle of celebrating her victory last week over Zolton.*

Deep Voice: One who has taken down all challengers to win and defend the gold, daring anyone to come knock her off.

*The image shifts to GCWA North American Champion Chelsea LeClair, apparently right after she won the Beat The Clock Challenge a few weeks ago.*

Deep Voice: Another who tasted defeat, then roared back up the mountain, claiming her own championship.

*We switch to LeClair coming out to have a stare-down with Hope during the last Inferno.*

Deep Voice: Two winning streaks. Two champions. Two that will meet this week to make history.

*The image switches to two side-by-side shots of Hope and LeClair, both looking ready for a fight.*

Deep Voice: Lissie Hope. Chelsea LeClair. It all happens... tonight...

*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 place looks more packed than it has been since March, as fans from around the world have fought their way through the doors to be here tonight. While safety precautions still seem to be in place, this is clearly overloaded, yet the fans would not be denied their place on a night of history! We shift past the crowd to join Adrian Rockwell and Hood at the announce table, striving to be heard over the loud cheers of the sold-out arena.*

Rockwell: Welcome to a historic night of wrestling! Welcome... to Friday Night Inferno!!

Hood: Oh, man, tonight is going to be awesome!

Rockwell: It's the main event everyone's been talking about. Lissie Hope once again defends her World Heavyweight Championship, putting it on the line against the #1 Contender, GCWA North American Champion Chelsea LeClair!

Hood: I never thought we'd see the day when we'd have two beautiful women fighting in the main event!

Rockwell: It's not just about their beauty, Hood...

Hood: It is when you compare them to guys like The Big Bifford!

Rockwell: ... Okay, I'll grant you that. But it's also about two of the most competitive wrestlers the GCWA currently has on its roster, two of the best in the business fighting for the top prize in the land!

Hood: Yep, there's that, too!

Rockwell: If that wasn't enough, we've also got six other amazing matches set for tonight, including THREE debuting stars!

Hood: The roster keeps changing and expanding, and the talent just keeps getting better...

Rockwell: It's going to be a hell of a night, and somehow we're fitting it into two hours!

Hood: Yeah, right..

Rockwell: And maybe a little over... let's get going!



*Cutting backstage, we find ourselves inside of the office belonging to the Barrows. Jonathan sits behind his desk, currently on the phone, finishing up some personal affairs. After he's done with the call, Jonathan hangs the phone up as a knock comes at the door. Jonathan sits up straight in his chair.*

Jonathan Barrows: Come in!

*With that, the door opens and in walks an irritated Duce Jones, along with Byson Kaliban who's sporting a neck brace. Barrows appears dumbfounded by Byson's appearance.*

Duce Jones: Say mane.. what tha business is?

*Jonathan raises his eyebrow, confused by the question.*

Jonathan Barrows: Umm, I thought it was professional wrestling and what happened to you?

*Jonathan questions Byson as Duce sucks his teeth.*

Duce Jones: Naw mane, dat's not what I'm sayin'.. An' ya boy Zybala is what happened ta him. When he got involved in our match last week, he caused Byson t'get dropped on his head, jammin' his neck!

Byson Kaliban: Yeah, if it weren't for him, we would've been well on our way in beating Marcus and Xavier.

*Byson moves around stiffly while Duce shakes his head in disappointment.*

Duce Jones: Eva since dat muthafucka signed on with dis company, he's been a legit thorn in my side.

*Jonathan listens intently, nodding his head before responding.*

Jonathan Barrows: If I'm not mistaken, the two of you have been getting involved in each other's matches quite a bit here lately.

Duce Jones: Aye mane, say mane... All I was doin' was returnin' tha favor. Eye fo' an eye type shit.. I tried handlin' dis shit like a man when I beat em inside'a tha rang on multiple occasions but it seems like he's not gettin' tha fuckin' picture.

*Still patiently sitting there, Barrows nods at Duce's statement.*

Jonathan Barrows: Have you been paying attention lately, Mike is basically a loose cannon around here. He pops up in my office unexpectedly, built an entire restaurant next to the arena and do not even get me started on whatever it is he's building underground. However, to be fair, he's also made me a nice bit of chump change. At the moment, he's money in the bank.

Duce Jones: Umhmm..

Byson Kaliban: Money in the bank, you can't be serious?

Jonathan Barrows: The numbers don't lie.

*Frustrated, Duce folds his arms, taking a moment to stare his employer up and down.*

Duce Jones: Numbas don't lie, huh? Well neitha do I an' I'm gonna tell ya right here an' now. If ya don't get ya boy unda' control. Tha numbas' gonna be tha last thang dat ya have ta worry bout.

*This causes Barrows to focus his attention on Duce.*

Jonathan Barrows: Is that a threat?

Duce Jones: Naw.. it's mo' like a guarantee cuz if you don't handle Zybala, I sho in tha fuck will.

*Jones doesn't give Barrows time to respond as he turns to exit the office, leaving a fuming Barrows staring at him. Byson goes to follow Duce but quickly turns back to Jonathan.*

Byson Kaliban: Is there anyway that I could receive some compensation? I mean, I could've seriously been injured last week.

Jonathan Barrows: Get the hell out of my office.

*Byson gives him the universal sign for okie dokie, hurriedly leaving the office, closing the door behind him. We return to ringside.*

Rockwell: Things continue to get worse between Duce Jones and Mike Zybala...

Hood: I'm pulling for you, Duce!

Rockwell: It's time to get some wrestling going, so let's go to the ring!


Singles Match
Druk Dorji (0-0) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (9-33-1)

Minos: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall... first... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Dallas, Texas... here is Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn!!

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

Rockwell: Vaughn has really been focused on training for his match with The Uber-Man. Apparently Zybala talked him into facing the giant tonight.

Hood: Sounds like Zybala's trying to get Vaughn killed.

Rockwell: I don't think so. He needs him for the PPV.

Minos: His opponent... making his GCWA debut... standing 7'2" and weighing 432 lbs... accompanied by Professor Jack Jenkins... here is "The Beast of Bhutan" Druk Dorji!!

*As the lights go dark and a purple light starts to pulsate from the stage, "Short Stories with Tragic Endings" by From Autumn To Ashes begins to play. Out through the curtain first is the Professor Jack Jenkins. He stands confident and smiling, taking in the crowd. Suddenly he turns and points to the curtain where the Beast of Bhutan has to duck to get through the entranceway. The 7'2" Monster begins to lumber his way to the ring.*

*As Jack slides under the bottom rope, Druk reaches up with both hands and uses the top rope to pull himself to the apron. He then steps over the top rope with ease. He moves to the corner and looks to the crowd before letting out an angry yell. Druk is ready to hurt someone.*

Hood: Yeah, Vaughn is dead.

Rockwell: Professor Jenkins went and searched for the biggest athlete he could find, and he definitely had success. This guy is huge!

Hood: If Vaughn was smart, he'll play dead here...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: And here we go!

Hood: Vaughn! Just drop!

Rockwell: I thought you didn't like the Janitor?

Hood: I don't, but Druk could throw him straight at us...

*Surprisingly, Vaughn doesn't run for it as soon as the bell sounds. He bounces back and forth on his heels, trying to remember his training. Druk slowly comes forward to the center of the ring, smiling at "Pea-Ter". He laughs as The Janitor makes his way to him, looking up, up, and more up. Vaughn psyches himself up, wanting to do what he can to continue his preparations. He starts punching away, landing shot after shot to Druk's lower mid-section! He fires again and again, trying to do as much damage as possible, finally beginning to tire after a dozen shots. He looks up.... And Druk is still smiling at him, unfazed.*

Rockwell: Well, that didn't work.

Hood: Should've played dead, Vaughn!

*Vaughn tries a small smile, now, acting as if he was just playing around. He offers a handshake to Druk, wanting to be friends. Druk raises a large arm as if to shake, but he just swings it downwards instead with an overhead chop, crashing it straight into the top of Vaughn's head!! The Janitor topples over to the ground, knocked senseless from the strike. Druk looks down at him, waiting for Vaughn to get up and continue fighting. But Vaughn looks to be taking a nap at this point. Either that, or he's decided to take Hood's advice and play dead.*

Rockwell: That's a hit that can destroy any normal man!

Hood: Well, I've never describe Vaughn as normal, but in this case, he very well might be done...

*Professor Jenkins is signaling to Druk to just finish things, as he knows he can. Druk nods and reaches down, pulling Vaughn easily up by the back of his janitorial uniform. He keeps the dazed Vaughn upright, not letting the smaller man slump to the ground. He then raises one hand, grabbing Vaughn around the head with a Claw submission hold!!! Vaughn's barely fighting back, and the ref probably could end things right now. Before the ref can get involved, though, Druk lifts Vaugh into the air by the face, delivering the Thimphu Slam (Face Chokeslam)!!! Vaughn is not going to be moving any time soon. Druk makes the cover with one foot, as the ref counts... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The Beast of Bhutan" Druk Dorji!!

Rockwell: Two moves, and this one's over!

Hood: I am scared for the wrestlers here in the GCWA, Adrian.

Rockwell: You mean you're scared for The A-List...

Hood: And others! .... But mostly, yes, the A-List...

Rockwell: Druk Dorji is certainly going to be a dangerous addition to the roster, no question. Who can stop the Tree of Thimphu?

*Professor Jenkins comes in to share a laugh with Druk, as the referee checks on the unconscious Peter Vaughn. We head to break.*







*We open inside the Legacy locker room, James Raven and Jackson Hart sitting across the room from each other and each holding their GCWA tag team championship belt. Shawn Warstein and Noah Jackson can be seen standing against the far wall, studying their two stable mates closely.*

Noah Jackson: So... you cunts still haven't decided whether or not to defend the belts, huh?

Jackson Hart: Nope.

James Raven: Uh uh.

*There's a long silence.*

Shawn Warstein: You've talked it all out?

Jackson Hart: Yup.

James Raven: Mhm.

*Another long silence. *

Noah Jackson: Soooo... either of you budging?

Jackson Hart: It doesn't look like it. We should defend the belts.

James Raven: That's short sighted, we shouldn't do it.

*They fall into another long silence and Shawn looks over to Noah. They're running out of time, and need to make a decision before the match starts. Noah steps forward and shrugs.*

Noah Jackson: Fine. If you guys can't make a decision, I will... with this...

*Noah pulls a coin from his pocket, holding it up for all to see. James and Jackson look skeptical at first, but then glance at each other and shrug.*

Jackson Hart: Unless you have another suggestion?

James Raven: Even chances for both of us. This might be the best bet. Fuck it. Flip the coin, Noah.

Noah Jackson: Heads, you defend. Tails, you don't. Everyone will respect the will of the coin, it's no wheel but it's the best we've got.

*James and Jackson nod in agreement, as does Warstein. Almost in slow motion, Noah flips the coin and catches it on the back of his hand. He reveals it to everyone. Heads.*

Noah Jackson: You cunts are defending.

*James sighs deeply but nods in agreement. Together he and Jackson stand up and make their way out of the locker room. Shawn steps up behind Noah with a nod of approval.*

Shawn Warstein: Well, that seemed fair. Good job.

*Noah grins.*

Noah Jackson: Its a double sided coin. They were defending either way.

*Shawn grins back at Noah and we fade out of the locker room.*

Rockwell: So we've got two title matches tonight!

Hood: It'd be better if it was The A-List getting the shot...

Rockwell: Up next, another team that will be looking for their own title shot very soon!


Tag-Team Match
The Sins of the Fathers (Marcus Ka'Derrion & Xavier Lux) (5-1) vs. The Impasta Mafia (Manny Cotti & Al Fredo) (0-4)

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

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

Rockwell: The Impasta Mafia seemed to be more focused on wrecking grocery stores than getting prepared for this match here tonight.

Hood: What are you talking about Adrian, obviously those guys had to run a few errands before hitting the gym.

Rockwell: What about the envelope that was handed to Al Fredo?

Hood: No one truly knows what the contents were inside of that thing.

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

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

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

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

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 unto 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: Xavier seemed to be suffering from nightmares leading up to this contest.

Hood: Nightmares!? The guy set his father's tombstone on fire with a molotov cocktail!

Rockwell: Are we sure that that even happened?

Hood: Talk about a mindfuck..

*The Bell Rings*

Rockwell: Let's see if the Sins of the Father can continue their winning ways.

Hood: If it was a nightmare, explain Marcus being there. I'm sure he would remember that happening.

*Xavier looks set to get things going for his team while Manny Cotti is the one to step up for the Impasta Mafia. With confidence shooting through the roof, the smaller Manny walks up to Xavier with strong conviction. Appearing to be talking as much shit as possible, Cotti points his finger at Xavier who nonchalantly smirks at the smaller fighter. This invokes a response as Manny swings for the fences but Xavier sidesteps and easily takes Manny over to the mat with a hip toss. Manny springs back up to his feet, charging straight for Xavier but he's scooped up and slammed back down to the mat. Manny yelps a bit from the impact but is right back up only to be knocked back on his ass, courtesy of Xavier's forearm to his jaw. Manny appears shocked while Xavier is unimpressed, casually going to his corner and tagging in Marcus. Manny has yet to get up as Marcus is over, yanking at his leg, causing him to fall on his back. With Cotti's leg secured tightly, Ka'Derrion kicks the back of his thigh. Manny screams out again but quickly uses his free leg to shove Marcus away from him, rolling towards his corner with haste, Manny tags in Al Fredo. Marcus switches his focus to the legal man, looking to go after him but is doubled over by Fredo as he shoots a knee lift into Ka'Derrion's gut.*

Rockwell: Good thing Manny was able to make the tag because he was beginning to look a bit overmatched.

Hood: Hey, he probably pulled a muscle from knocking all of those items off of that counter. That may be why he wasn't able to connect with that punch earlier.

*Manny is back to his feet as Al Fredo connects with a clubbing blow to Marcus' lower back. Together, they back him into the ropes and shoot him across, they both bend over upon his return but Marcus is able to put on the brakes. He stands Al up with a kick to the face before grabbing Manny and tossing him through the ropes to the outside. Marcus turns towards Al who swings with a clothesline, Ka'Derrion is able to duck underneath and rebounds off the ropes but Fredo drops him with a shoulder block, quickly going for the pin! 1... 2... and Ka'Derrion is able to kick out, refusing to let things end so abruptly. A frustrated Al Fredo brings Marcus back up to his feet by his hair and whips him towards his team's corner but Ka'Derrion reverses and it's Fredo who crashes into the 'buckles. He has no time to react though as Marcus comes charging in with an european uppercut that sends Al Fredo's legs flailing in the air. Marcus now shoots him cross corner towards his team's corner where Fredo hits hard again. Ka'Derrion comes flying in again, connecting with a splash this time. He now tags Xavier, pulls Fredo from the corner, lifts him off of his feet and crashing into his knee with a backbreaker. He holds Al Fredo there as Xavier climbs to the middle rope and jumps off with a leg drop, adding insult to injury.*

Rockwell: These two have been on fire since signing on the dotted line with the GCWA, having yet to lose a contest. You surely would have to think they would be in line for a shot at the Tag Team Championships.

Hood: You mean against the team that beat them at Heat Wave?

Rockwell: Like I said, since they've signed on the dotted line.

Hood: Oh, technicalities.. I got ya..

*Xavier has Al back to his feet, rocking him with a hard forearm. Al staggers around a bit before he's taken over with a snapmare, as he sits up, Xavier bounds off the ropes and cleans his clock with a penalty kick! Al Fredo is seeing stars as Xavier brings him back up and forces him towards his corner where he tags Marcus back in. Marcus begins to connect with punches to the face and body, switching it up as Al tries his best to cover up. Fed up, Marcus begins kicking at Fredo's legs, forcing him into a seated position in the corner. Marcus tags Xavier back in, then pulls Fredo back to his feet, taking him to the center of the ring and plants him with a sidewalk slam. He rolls out of the ring as Xavier now comes running across the ring and springs off the middle rope with a Lionsault, holding on for the pin. 1...2.. and Fredo is able to kick out! Xavier's frustrated as he gets back upright, looking down at the reeling Fredo. He then heads towards a corner and begins to climb towards the top. The fans are up to their feet, expecting something big but Link Greenie hops onto the apron, causing Xavier to become distracted. Grennie pleads with Xavier to not go through with what he has planned but only gets kicked off the apron for his trouble. However, the distraction gives Al Fredo enough time to recover as he races over and shoves Xavier from the top, crashing down to the floor!*

Rockwell: Xavier crashing and burning right here at ringside! Do you think this could be the opening that the Impasta Mafia needs?

Hood: To be honest, I'm surprised that they've lasted this long.

*Al Fredo is down on the mat, exhausted from the beating he's taking during the course of this match. Manny's reaching his arm out for the tag as Fredo begins to crawl his way. Meanwhile, on the outside, Xavier has begun to recover himself, using the apron to pull himself to his feet and back inside of the ring. He tries to reach out for Fredo but Al leaps to make the tag to Manny. The crowd boos, Manny stops confused but has a colorful response for the Dallas crowd. He turns his attention back to a charging Xavier, ducking underneath a clothesline, it's Manny turn to spring off the middle rope as he takes Xavier down with a crossbody, holding on for the pin. 1..2.. Xavier shoots his shoulder free from the mat. Manny curses to himself, thinking that he had it with that one. He gets back to his feet and rakes Xavier's eyes, the ref admonishes him but he doesn't care as he whips Xavier towards the ropes and ducks down. Ka' Derrion reaches out and makes the tag as his partner hits the ropes, Xavier leap frogs over the still bent over Cotti hitting the ropes and holding on. Cotti stands up, turning towards Xavier, looking to go after him but Marcus comes in and violently grabs him and shoves him chest first into the nearby turnbuckle before charging towards Fredo and knocking him off of the apron. Manny stumbles backwards from the impact when he's unsuspecting flipped backwards with a reverse hurricanrana! Cotti bounces over to his knees, birdies flying around his head when the lights get turned off as Xavier and Marcus connect with stereo superkicks! The fans are going crazy as they know what is coming next when Marcus brings Manny back up and lifts him onto his shoulder. Meanwhile, Xavier has scaled to the top while Ka'Derrion holds Cotti steady. Xavier leaps off, landing on Manny's shoulders and flips him off of Marcus', spiking him head first into the mat with what they like to call The InSINerator (Doomsday Canadian Destroyer)! Xavier is back to his feet quickly, running towards Link Greenie, who's helping Al Fredo up on the outside and sails over the ropes with a pescado, taking both men down. Marcus, inside of the ring, dives on top of Cotti, hooking the leg for the pin... 1... 2... 3...!!!!*

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

Rockwell: Another victory for The Sins of the Fathers!

Hood: Man, these two are just on a roll right now!

Rockwell: At this point, you have to think they're the likely favorites to face whoever wins later tonight between Legacy and S.E.X.!

*Ka'Derrion and Lux both look like they expected this to happen, leaving the ring with another team down. We head out.*







*We come back from the break to outside the arena, where there seems to be a commotion going on. Several security guards are hanging onto someone, a guy who's trying to fight his way through the crowd. The commander of GCWA Security comes running up, his baton in hand.*

Security Commander: Who is it? What's he doing?

*The Commander yanks off the hat of the person, showing... The Lost Soul. The wrestler tries to pull free, but can't manage it, as the Commander studies him for a second.*

Security Commander: You know you're banned from this building, right, TLS? I'm sorry, but I have to do my job.

The Lost Soul: You can't keep me out forever.

Security Commander: We'll see about that. Hawk, Silverback, get him out of here...

*The security guards drag TLS away, as the Commander turns and heads in the opposite direction. We go back to the announce table.*

Rockwell: TLS is still trying to figure out how to get back in the arena!

Hood: The idiot's about to be fired, and he's still trying to break the ban!

Rockwell: Well, they caught him, so we won't be seeing The Lost Soul in the arena tonight...


Singles Match
Micheal Graves (0-0) vs. Shawn Warstein (4-1)

Minos: Our next match is scheduled for one fall... coming to the ring, making his GCWA Debut... standing 6'4" and weighing 265 lbs... from Pittsburgh, PA... here is Micheal Graves!!

*The skull faced Graves is quite unsettling as he dances and jives into the stage to the funky tunes of the Quad City DJ's. Suddenly a thick purple fog engulfs Graves as he seems to disappear into thin air! The lights go dark for a moment, and when they return Graves is standing in the middle of the ring as purple fog rolls off of him.*

Hood: Fuck, not again!

Rockwell: It's not Zybala, Hood, it'll be okay...

Hood: I hate when that happens!

Rockwell: Anyhow, Micheal Graves is making his debut here tonight. He's a member of the Brotherhood of Baddies in the XWF, a group that might find some recruits here in the GCWA...

Hood: bOb in the GCWA. Well, we've had stranger things happen. Although that potato thing...

Rockwell: Yeah, gotta say, that was uncomfortable to watch. You think... he's brought it to the ring?

Hood: Well... he DID just disappear and reappear...

Minos: His opponent... 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 squared circle, laughing to himself as he sees his opponent waiting for him.*

Rockwell: Warstein went to get coffee with Atara Themis, but things didn't end so well...

Hood: Never like to see someone make their girlfriend cry, the jerk...

Rockwell: I think he realized he messed up, Hood. In any case, Warstein's still trying to help Atara prepare for a match in another fed as well.

Hood: Yeah, good luck to her, but we don't get paid squat for that, so I don't care...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: The story goes that Graves wanted to face Warstein in the XWF, but never got the chance before Warstein left. Now, in Grave's first match, he gets what he asked for.

Hood: Yeah, I would have started a little smaller, like, y'know, a jobber? But that's me.

Rockwell: Graves is certainly shooting for a strong contest right out of the gate, but a win over Warstein here tonight will make him as a major superstar in the GCWA almost immediately.

Hood: Yep, and Warstein's mind might be on his girl, so it's a good time to kick his ass!

*Warstein comes forward, raising his arms, as if telling Graves "You got what you wanted, now what are you going to do with it?" Graves has no problems answering this, immediately running forward towards Warstein! But Warstein catches him on the run, giving him a backdrop to the canvas! Graves falls to his back, stunned, then starts to sit up, as Warstein turns towards him cockily, lining him up. He runs forward, going for the King's Crown (Kinshasa)!!! But Warstein's overconfidence bites him here, as Graves immediately jumps back up, catching the surprised Warstein around the middle and lifting him into the air, spinning around with a spinebuster into the canvas! With Warstein down, Graves doesn't waste time, shoving his way up on top of the man and firing away punch after punch into his opponent's face! Warstein tries to cover up as much as possible as the blows rain down, several of them landing through Warstein's guard! The fans seem a little shocked as the masked man grabs Warstein around the ears with both hands, repeatedly slamming the man's head into the canvas with as much violence as possible!*

Rockwell: Warstein was clearly overconfident, going for the King's Crown so early, and it's costing him!

Hood: Graves is wild in there!

Rockwell: He said that wherever he steps onto the scene, things get more than extreme, they get INSANE, and we might be seeing it here!

*The referee gives a warning to Graves, as he's got hold of Warstein's head on the mat, threatening to grind his thumbs into Warstein's eyes! Graves doesn't look happy at being told there are rules, grinding away for a few seconds anyways, but he eventually pulls Warstein up, lifting the wrestler into his arms. He takes a step, then drops Warstein over him with a fallaway slam! Warstein's down, with Graves turning and coming over to him for the cover... 1... and Warstein kicks out right at 2, still with plenty left. Graves appreciates this, as he wants to make Warstein scream for mercy and a pin that early would be no fun. He pulls Warstein up again, smacking him a few times before whipping him across the ring. As Warstein rebounds, Graves steps forward, looking to grab him for a powerslam! But Warstein leaps up instead, hitting a running big boot that knocks Graves to the mat!! He tries to shake it off and get up, but Warstein quicky grabs him from behind and lands a Backstabber! Graves rolls away, stunned, as Warstein rubs his eyes for a moment.*

Rockwell: Anytime you think you have someone like Warstein countered, he can surprise you!

Hood: The problem is, Graves enjoys it too much probably to be surprised...

*Warstein lands some heavy forearms to Graves, moving him back into the corner. He seems to be incensed now after how Graves treated him early on, slamming Graves' masked head into the turnbuckle pads repeatedly. The referee gives a warning, but it doesn't seem like either wrestler really is listening too well. Warstein taunts Graves, saying something about it only being coffee, which seems to piss Graves off. He fires wildly at Warstein with an elbow but misses, with Warstein kicking Graves in the gut three times before pulling him out of the corner. He then lifts Graves up, giving him a release German suplex! Graves is down, as Warstein heads over to him to make the cover... 1... 2.. and Graves kicks free. Warstein sits up, shrugging, then turns, trying to grind into Graves' eyes with his own thumbs!! Unfortunately for Graves, his mask doesn't have eye covers, so he's definitely feeling the pain! With the referee starting to threaten to throw this one out, Warstein drags Graves back up, taking a moment to tell the ref to chill out. However, this allows Graves to push Warstein away, then step forward into a roundhouse kick that knocks Warstein down!*

Rockwell: As crazy as this guy looks, he's got a lot of skills in the ring!

Hood: I mean, when you like your career, I guess you do a better job at dishing out pain...

Rockwell: Honestly, with these guys, I think the referee needs to be careful and not make himself a target.

*Perhaps thinking around the same lines, the ref is staying back as Graves has brought Warstein back up. He lands a couple of throat jabs that leave Warstein fighting for air, his windpipe temporarily compromised. Graves then picks Warstein up on his shoulder and takes him over with the Grave Digger (Death Valley Driver)!! The pin is made, with the ref doing his job... 1... 2... and Warstein kicks out again. Graves gladly brings Warstein up again, wanting to take this one elsewhere. He drags Warstein over to the ropes, throwing Warstein through them to the outside!! Graves follows, looking around and grabbing the steel steps in his arms! He gets them in the air, with the referee shouting about this not being No Disqualification. Graves doesn't care, but Warstein does, running forward and spearing Graves backwards!!! The steel steps fall to the side, fortunately not landing on either man, as they both crash back into the barricade!! Warstein swings away on Graves, trying to take the fight out of him, as the referee starts up a count for both wrestlers.*

Rockwell: This one's threatening to go hardcore!

Hood: Fun in porn, dangerous in wrestling!

Rockwell: Especially since they're not that far from us, Hood...

*The announcers are shown keeping a cautious eye to the side as Warstein and Graves continue to brawl on the outside. The referee has reached 6 now, even as Warstein whips Graves towards the turnbuckle post. But Graves reverses, with Warstein hitting hard instead! He slumps to the side, holding his shoulder, as Graves looks at the referee, seeing him put seven fingers up. Graves seems to think it over before reluctantly grabbing Warstein and shoving him into the ring, following behind. He gets up, picking Warstein off the canvas, then sets him up to go for the Final Nail (Crucifix Piledriver)!!! But Warstein fights free of the crucifix, and as Graves turns to face him, Warstein starts striking away with the PPF (Knee to Face, straight elbow, spinning back elbow combination)!! Graves staggers back, not going down, but Warstein's quick to follow up with a boot to the stomach, followed by lifting Graves into the air and running with him, landing a Buckle Bomb in the corner!!! Graves collapses forward, with Warstein quick to cover... 1... 2... and Graves gets free in time!*

Rockwell: Warstein has been a force since he was able to get over his addictions and stay clean.

Hood: I don't know, I'm betting he was a blast when he was Fuzz...

Rockwell: He was likely a danger to himself and others, Hood!

Hood: Yeah, but that was part of the thrill!

*Warstein drags Graves back up, working to set him in position for the Ego Trip (Future Shock DDT), but Graves claws across Warstein's face, causing him to let go. He staggers away, shaking it off, as Graves gets himself upright. Warstein comes back at him, angry at being scratched, but Graves catches his arms, then starts smashing away on him with trapped headbutts!! Warstein slumps from the repeated shots, with Graves looking a little unsteady as well after the hits. He recovers quicker, though, bringing Warstein around to try and get him up for Grave Consequences (Crucifix Powerbomb)!! He lifts Warstein into the air, with Warstein kicking his legs, trying to break free. As Graves lifts Warstein up over his shoulders to drop him, Warstein turns it around, taking Graves back to the mat with a package roll-up!! The ref dives in... 1... 2... 3, NO! Graves kicks out! Both men get up, with Warstein grabbing at Graves once again, working to lift him up for a stalling brainbuster. But Graves fights free, shoving himself away, then lashes out with a super kick! Warstein's down, with Graves making the cover... 1... 2... no, Warstein gets his shoulder up!*

Rockwell: Graves really seems to be enjoying himself in there...

Hood: He probably wishes he had some weapons, like a plasma cutter or a flame thrower, but yeah, he seems happy...

Rockwell: Future PPV match, perhaps?

Hood: Way in the future. And probably in space.

*Graves slowly pulls himself up, with both men starting to show the major wear of this match. He backs off towards the corner, seemingly preparing himself, as Warstein struggles to get back to his feet. The referee, sensing something, moves to the side, seemingly looking away, as Warstein turns towards Graves... who unleashes a blast of poison mist!! But Warstein drops to his knees just in time, avoiding the blast!! The referee, thankfully, is far enough away, as Warstein lashes out, scoring a low shot to Graves to double him up! Warstein then jumps back up, grabbing Graves by the head and twisting him into the Ego Trip!!! It lands perfectly, with Graves taking the full force of the blow! Warstein makes the cover, hanging onto both legs to make sure they're away from the ropes, as the referee counts... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Shawn Warstein!!

Rockwell: Warstein pulls it off!

Hood: Was there every any doubt?

Rockwell: ... Yes, Hood, there was definitely doubt, as Micheal Graves proved to be a violent, dangerous competitor!

Hood: True, I was almost sure at one point this one was getting thrown out...

Rockwell: I think we can see some great things in the near future from Graves... destructive, maybe, but great...

Hood: I just want to know what would have happened if the mist hit. Did you see the ref look away?

Rockwell: Yes, but he might have realized what was going to happen and didn't want to get sprayed. Still... he should have intervened...

*Warstein rolls out of the ring, checking himself over to make sure none of the poison mist managed to get on him. He seems more concerned with the hygenics of it all. Graves is already sitting up, looking furious at how things ended up. The referee has left the ring to get away from him, and is currently at the timekeeper's desk. He's picked up a radio from there and is talking on it, pleading his case to someone. We fade out.*







*Justice Orton-Cross is standing in the ring that has balloons in the ring, streamers wrapped around the ring ropes, and a pedestal in the middle of the ring with the Television title perched on it.*

Justice Orton-Cross: Welcome to the championship celebration for the undisputed GCWA World Television champion. He is my loving husband and your hero, The Enforcer!!!!

*Natural Born Killaz By Ice Cube and Dr. Dre starts playing throughout the arena. Smoke comes from the entrance way. As the smoke is clearing The Enforcer walks through the smoke and looks out at the crowd as balloons start coming down from the ceiling of GCWA arena. Enforcer then walks down to the ring. Enforcer who looks out at the crowd and lifts his arms out to the side. Enforcer steps through the top and middle ropes. Enforcer walks over to the opposite ring ropes and then goes to the middle of the ring to the pedestal the Television title is on. He takes a long look at the Television title then walks over to Justice. They give each other a kiss and Justice hands Enforcer a microphone.*

Rockwell: The Enforcer may be out here to 'celebrate' the title, but he lost it to Tony The Spider.

Hood: That sure looks like it sitting in the ring...

Rockwell: Because he stole it!

Enforcer: I wish I can say welcome to the celebration of the greatest World Television champion of all time.....ME!!!! I know, I know I should have had this celebration the following week after I beat Ryot in our Iron Man match at Heatwave but I wanted some time to fully appreciate being champion before the unwashed masses ruined it by being your usual uncivilized selves. As many of you know a couple weeks ago all of you must have seen when I tried to have my championship celebration here on Inferno a couple weeks ago a Tony The Spider came down to the ring and blindsided me with a suckerpunch to my face. Not only that he has brass knuckles on his hand when he threw the punch. Can you believe this? Who does that and where the hell was security? You can't have your champions going around and getting attacked liked this!!!!

Justice Orton-Cross: We want Tony the Spider suspended without pay for viciously attacking my husband. Which I might add was unprovoked by the way.

Enforcer: Yes, there is that!!! Tony attacked me for no damn good reason at all. He should be suspended for not only that but for covering me after attacking me from behind with brass knuckles. Tony, you need a reality check because my GCWA TV title doesn't have a twenty four seven rule. You want to come down and ruin my championship celebration. I can't believe the audacity you have by doing that, Tony. Now, you have got my full and undivided attention. My pursuit of the World Heavyweight title, teaming with my lovely wife, every other thing I want to do here in GCWA is being put on hold. My only priority right now is to keep you away from my Television title because you somehow got it into your thick, ignorant skull that you measure up to being a champion. You think you have what it takes to be on my level. You aren't Tony! It is that plain and simple! Your sneak attack a couple weeks ago just proved one thing, Tony. You are too much of a coward to fight fair because you require foreign objects and sneak attacks from behind to get the best of me. Which just goes to show the world why I am such a great television champion. Plain and simply I don't need this carney reject as a thorn in my side. Now I realize this is something the champion rarely ever does but as we all know I am a fighting champion. So, Tony, you name the time and place. I'll put my Television title on the line but instead of giving you an opportunity to cheat your way to a victory I am going to level the playing field. I will defend my championship against you in a Ladder Match!

*Justice goes over to Enforcer and whispers something into his ear.*

Enforcer: I know, babe. I got side tracked.

*Enforcer looks out at the crowd in the GCWA Arena.*

Enforcer: Babe, why are we even out here giving these trashy people a chance to see what greatness actually is. These fools cheer for the Cowboys. They obviously don't have any kind of class or taste at all. Let's get out of here and celebrate somewhere else.

*Enforcer and Justice drops their microphones. Enforcer grabs the Television title belt off the pedestal. Natural Born Killaz starts playing throughout the arena as Justice and Enforcer make their way to the ropes. Enforcer opens the bottom and middle ropes then Justice steps through the ropes. She begins to talk down the ring stairs as Enforcer steps through the top and middle ropes. He follows Justice down the ring stairs and they walk to the back to a chorus of boos.*

Hood: You think Tony is stupid enough to accept that match?

Rockwell: Odds are it will happen, just to get the title and the champion back together one way or another.

Hood: True. Should be a fun one!


Singles Match
Noah Jackson (3-1-1) vs. PerZag (10-4)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... entering the arena... standing 6'1" and weighing 210 lbs... from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia... here is Noah Jackson!!

"GET OUT OF ME COUNTRY"

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

"CUNT!"

"CUNT!"

"CUNT!"

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

Rockwell: Jackson has formed up with Jax Hart to open up Ghost Punchers, as well as to get a book published about punching ghosts...

Hood: Think I could hire them to punch Zybala?

Rockwell: Personally, I think they're going to serve a much needed role, and deal with those spirits wandering around, especially as we get closer to Halloween.

Hood: Jackson & Jackson is the perfect name for their business, I have to say. Makes it easy to just walk in and know who you're talking to. I approve!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'5" and weighing 216 lbs... from down under in Australia... here is the current GCWA North American Title #1 Contender... "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.*

Hood: Okay, you know I like PerZag, right?

Rockwell: That's fairly obvious, Hood.

Hood: But... I'm starting to get a little nervous about him. It seems like like every day, there are more personalities. Sexy Zag, Reporter Zag, Doctor Zag...

Rockwell: What's your point?

Hood: Have you ever seen the movie "Split", with James McAvoy?

Rockwell: So, what, you're worried there might be a Beast in there?

Hood: I'm saying what if there's a Patricia? That'd be scary as hell!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Two top athletes in the GCWA are going at it here tonight!

Hood: Jackson's father won earlier, but Noah's got to get past PerZag to continue a Legacy streak!

Rockwell: Speaking of streaks, I'm really glad PerZag is fully clothed here tonight.

Hood: I'd say approximately 40% of the audience probably agrees with you, but it could be less...

*PerZag, all confidence as always, comes forward, daring Noah to come to him. Noah is checking around quickly, possibly looking for any ghosts to punch, before he steps forward with his own cocky smile on his face. The two circle each other, looking for the opening lock-up, finally coming together. They strain, with PerZag using his size advantage to push Noah back into the corner. The ref calls for the break, with PerZag stepping backwards... only to then throw a hard right punch into Noah's jaw!! PerZag then steps back at the warning of the ref, as Noah straightens back up, upset. He turns to the referee, yelling about how that was a closed fist, and that PerZag should be disqualified immediately. The ref doesn't seem very receptive, as Noah steps towards PerZag, still angry. PerZag tells him to bring it on, and Noah obliges, throwing his own right hand! They start exchanging shots, as the referee just sits back and watches, showing no inclination for getting involved.*

Rockwell: For someone so opposed to closed fists, Noah seems to be using them himself...

Hood: If it's not going to be DQ'ed, might as well use it yourself, right? Plus, it's probably part of his training for punching ghosts...

Rockwell: I still don't understand how you can punch something that's transparent and invisible...

*PerZag appears to have taken control, getting a headlock on Noah to try and contain him. He wrings the neck, working to constrain as much blood flow as possible. Noah manages to push PerZag towards the ropes, though, then sends him across the ring. As PerZag comes back, Noah flattens out, letting PerZag jump over him. On the return, Noah leaps up, kicking PerZag in the head with the Shark Frenzy (One-Legged Dropkick)!! PerZag goes down, with Noah quickly going for the cover... 1... and PerZag doesn't stay down long. Noah immediately gets up, before dropping right back down with a knee onto the side of PerZag's head! The ref gives him a warning for the strike, which Noah seems to think is funny. He jabs at PerZag's face, going to the eyes, blinding him!! Now the referee is doubly upset, threatening to throw this one out, but Noah apologizes and says it was just an accident. He reaches down to pull PerZag up... and PerZag immediately picks Noah up onto his shoulder, taking a few steps to land a running powerslam!! The ref slides in... 1... 2.. and Noah kicks free!*

Rockwell: Jackson had better watch himself, this referee looks like he doesn't want to let things slide...

Hood: You know, some day we really need to learn these referees' names. I don't have a clue who this guy is.

Rockwell: Yeah, probably so. Someone's being a lazy piece of shit...

*The nameless referee, who could be anyone, is shown for a second as Noah is pulled up by PerZag. "The Sexiest Man on Earth" takes Noah in the air again, this time tossing him with a belly-to-back suplex! Noah rolls on the mat, looking out of it, as PerZag gets back to his feet. He shows off his body to the audience for a moment, clearly embracing a little bit of Sexy Zag, before he gets focused again on where Noah is trying to get up. PerZag approaches him next to the ropes, grabbing for Noah's shoulder, but Noah suddenly grabs at PerZag, taking him by surprise... and sending PerZag over the top rope!! PerZag catches himself on the apron, but as he rises back up, Noah spins into a forearm smash, sending PerZag stumbling off the apron to the floor! With PerZag down, Noah points out to him, looking to the crowd, both living and dead, for support. He then slowly leans over the ropes and begins the slow topple to the outside, known as the Death Defying Leap! PerZag gets up to 'catch' him, with the two men falling backwards to the padding outside, as the fans give a little applause for what they've just seen.*

Hood: Gotta love the Death Defying Leap.

Rockwell: It looks better if you speed up the video...

Hood: Well, yeah, but so does almost any other move.

Rockwell: Touche.

*Both PerZag and Noah get up on the outside, with Noah quickly taking PerZag over to the railing and banging his head into it. A few fans cheer, with Noah leaning over towards one of the kids in the audience, teasing him. He does a spooky ghost gesture, with the kid turning away and burying his head in his annoyed father's shirt. Noah shrugs and turns back, grabbing at PerZag... who locks him up, giving Noah a Russian leg sweep on the floor!! Noah's down, as PerZag works his way to his feet, noting that the referee is counting away. Since PerZag doesn't want to win with a countout, he grabs Noah by the hair and drags him up, taking him back to the ring and rolling him inside. PerZag then gets in, grabbing hold of Noah and taking him over with a Perfect Plex! He holds the leg... 1... 2... and Noah escapes! Both men get up, with PerZag immediately giving Noah a dropkick that sends him stumbling back into the corner. PerZag follows it up with a running Stinger Splash, continuing the assault!*

Rockwell: Last week, PerZag won a #1 Contenders match over Ed Houston. If he wins tonight over Jackson, you have to think he's on a major roll...

Hood: It was only a matter of time before PerZag started taking over the GCWA. I just hope it's a PerZag personality that likes me!

*The two wrestlers are out of the corner now, with PerZag setting Noah up in position for a powerbomb. He lifts, but before we can figure out where he's going with Noah, Noah starts punching away, managing to free himself and drop back to the mat. He also locks onto PerZag's head on the way down, dropping him with a modified Stunner from above!! PerZag snaps back painfully before falling to the mat, while Noah stays down as well for a moment, having landed in a seated position. He arches his back for a few seconds before pulling himself up, ignoring the referee asking if he could continue. He steps over PerZag, grabbing onto his arm and twisting it around to apply Deadset (Kimura Armlock) on the canvas!! PerZag's immediately in trouble, fighting to get free, as the referee stays close by, checking both on the hold and on if PerZag is going to tap out. PerZag shows no signs of quitting, though, as he is struggling to get over towards the ropes. The ref watches closely, and as soon as PerZag's hand barely touches the edge of the bottom rope, he calls for the break, ordering Noah off of him.*

Rockwell: PerZag's going to need some time before that arm feels normal again...

Hood: It's a great move from Jackson, no doubt, as that can really limit PerZag's arsenal of moves. But PerZag's still got plenty left he can use!

Rockwell: Maybe, but being handicapped in a match like this can really put the odds against you!

*Noah seems a little annoyed that the submission didn't last longer, but he still gets himself up to go after PerZag. He drags PerZag towards the center, thinking that maybe it's time to end it. He sets PerZag up, trying to get him in position for Down Thunder (Michinoku Driver)!! But PerZag blocks it, keeping himself on the mat, and he suddenly jumps up, grabbing a surprised Noah's head and dropping with a fameasser!! Noah rolls away, as PerZag takes a moment to recover, trying to shake his hurting arm out. He gets himself up, grimacing for a second before running forward at Noah, leaping into a flying crossbody!! The impact puts both men down, but they continue flipping, with Noah landing on top! The ref's there... 1... 2... and PerZag escapes! Both men get up, with PerZag angrily landing a kick to Noah's gut! He then says that's it, and sets Noah up for the Worthiest Move of All (Powerbomb Into Double Knee Backbreaker)!! But as PerZag lifts up, it's Noah's turn to counter, as he reverses into a facebuster to the canvas!!*

Rockwell: It's really a back-and-forth battle, as these two both are bringing it here tonight...

Hood: Yeah, but Jackson's only bringing it once, PerZag's got, like, 100 guys in there he can call on...

Rockwell: That's not how multiple personalities work, Hood...

*PerZag slowly sits up, but Noah is there again, striking him in the back of the head with a kick! This softens PerZag up, even as the referee floats around them both. Noah drags PerZag up, giving him a hard whip into the corner, leaving PerZag laying there. Noah then turns to the crowd as he heads to the opposite corner, working to get the crowd fired up. He raises and lowers his arms with pointed fingers towards PerZag, as the crowd is encouraged to shout "CUNT! CUNT! CUNT!" Noah then straightens up, running towards PerZag for the C-Section!! As usual, Noah stops short in front from PerZag, laughing at him for a moment, before delivering a hellish kick into PerZag's groin!! PerZag sags forward... even as the referee has already run to the side of the ring, signaling for the bell to sound!! Jackson goes to reach for PerZag, but then looks back, confused, as he hears it ring.*

Rockwell: What the...

Hood: Hold on...

*The referee hurries over to Minos, whispering to him, as Noah steps away from PerZag, who's already getting to his feet. He goes to grab Noah from behind, then also realizes that something's up, stepping back instead. Minos, on the outside, gets on his mic.*

Minos: Due to the refere's decision... Noah Jackson has been Disqualified! Therefore, here is your winner... "The Sexiest Man on Earth" PerZag!!

Hood: Wow! Well, you finally got your wish, Adrian! They DQ'ed him on the C-Section!

Rockwell: But... Jackson's used that move in pretty much every move he's had in the GCWA! And he's never been DQ'ed!

Hood: And you complained about it every time, so I guess you're finally getting your wish!

*Noah looks pissed, leaning over the ropes as he watches the referee quickly getting out of range and leaving the area. Noah then turns back to PerZag, studying him for a moment, but PerZag looks as surprised by this as anyone, although maybe a little more pleased. Noah instead turns and leaves the ring, wanting to go talk to his Legacy partners about what just happened.*







*We return from the break to the Barrows' office, which has been substantially quieter with the strange disappearances of The Accelerator and Hunter Barrows. Jonathan is sitting in his chair, talking on the radio.*

Jonathan Barrows: You did good, trust me. Don't worry about it. Just make sure Bill knows what to do as well. Thanks, man. Over.

*Barrows sets the radio down as there's a knock at the door. Lucas Thames steps through, with Jonathan welcoming him to his office.*

Jonathan Barrows: It's good to see you, Lucas! Congratulations again on earning a Golden Opportunity!

Lucas Thames: Thank you, Mr. Barrows. It felt good to be standing there as the winner, knowing that I can challenge almost any champion.

Jonathan Barrows: Yes, and that's what I called you here to talk about. You see, I have an... opportunity for your opportunity, so to speak.

*Barrows steeples his fingers together, looking over them towards a curious Thames.*

Jonathan Barrows: You see, we have a bit of an issue right now. The Lost Soul... he's banned from the arena. But I've been told that I can't just vacate his Unified X-Division Championship. Apparently, that could lead to a breach in contract, and we really don't need the legal issues right now. But seeing as how you have a Golden Opportunity, Lucas, you can challenge him for next week... and with that challenge, you can face him for the title... and become champion.

*Barrows smiles, expecting an excited reaction. To his disappointment, Thames narrows his eyes, not looking happy.*

Lucas Thames: So let me get this straight. You want me to challenge him for the title, knowing that he can't show up? So I win the title via forfeit?

Jonathan Barrows: That's one way to look at it. You WILL defeat him, after all...

*Thames shakes his head, standing up.*

Lucas Thames: I'm sorry, Mr. Barrows. But I've always been one to want a clean fight. I don't want anyone to hand me the title like that. I'm sorry, but I won't be challenging The Lost Soul.

Jonathan Barrows: But I'm offering you a free championship!

Lucas Thames: You're offering me a tainted one, and I just can't accept.

*Thames turns and heads out the door, leaving Barrows sitting there, open-mouthed. He shakes his head, angrily knocking a stack of papers off his desk. An instant later, he shows regret, knowing that Hunter's not around to clean it up. As Jonathan starts to get up, he hears the door opening again. Looking back, expecting to see Thames, Barrows instead sees Outcast standing there.*

Jonathan Barrows: Outcast? What do you want?

Outcast: The deal with The Lost Soul? The Golden Opportunity for the title? I'll do it.

*Outcast smiles, and Barrows smiles back. Outcast then turns and leaves, as the radio squawks next to Barrows. He picks it up.*

Jonathan Barrows: I know, guys. I'm on my way.

*The picture fades back to ringside.*

Rockwell: Wait, so Outcast is going to challenge TLS next week??

Hood: And TLS will still be banned! This is great!

Rockwell: It's highway robbery!

Hood: Well, TLS should have thought it through before messing with the boss!


GCWA World Tag-Team Titles Match
Jackson Hart & James Raven(c) (6-0) vs. Sports Entertainment Xpress (Terry Marshall & Space Lord) (2-0)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... and will be for the GCWA World Tag-Team Championships!!

*The crowd's hyped about this one, as you would expect. It's a really great night to be at the GCWA Arena.*

Minos: Introducing first, the challengers... weighing a combined 596 lbs... here are "Thundering" Terry Marshall and Space Lord... Sports Entertainment Xpress!!

*"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC begins playing first, with Terry Marshall walking out of the back and getting to the ramp, pointing at some of the fans and asking if they're ready to rumble. The music then shifts to "Space Lord" by Monster Magnet, with Space Lord coming out of the back and running towards the ring like Taz from the Looney Tunes. Marshall lets him go past then walks on after him, coming to the ring like the veteran wrestler he is.*

Rockwell: These two, along with Major Helmet and Cosmic Cowboy, were on vacation when this match was announced.

Hood: Some vacation. Jellyfish stings, alligator attacks, and worst of all, sunburn!

Rockwell: Who got sunburned?

Hood: Oh, sorry, that was me when I took my vacation. Damn sun, never cutting a brother some slack...

Minos: Their opponents... weighing a combined 446 lbs... they are the GCWA Tag-Team Champions of the World... "The King of Harts" Jackson "Jax" Hart and "The People's G.O.A.T." James Raven!!

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

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

"NOW HERE WE GO FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME!"

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

Hood: Wooo!

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

Rockwell: We got to see Noah Jackson's smooth ways with the ladies this week... in that he used Jackson Hart to get a phone number...

Hood: Honestly, it's a good strategy, one that I'm stealing the next time I'm out.

Rockwell: I'm sure your wife will love that...

Hood: I'm not worried, she hasn't watched wrestling in a long time.

Rockwell: There was a lot of debate between the champs whether or not the belts would be on the line tonight. It looks like a coin flip made the decision for them.

Hood: Man, did they steal that coin from The A-List? We've been looking for it...

Rockwell: Are you finally admitting to The A-List cheating in the coin toss at Heat Wave, Hood?

Hood: ... Did I say A-List? I meant... a list... of other wrestlers... who had coins... during the coin shortage....

Rockwell: You're drowning, and I'm not throwing a life preserver.

Hood: Damn it...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Our first of two championship matches tonight!

Hood: Interesting that Hart & Raven are cornering the ref right now...

Rockwell: After what happened with Noah Jackson earlier tonight? I can't blame them.

Hood: That move was illegal, and you've been saying that for the last month!

Rockwell: The timing's still suspicious, Hood...

*The referee seems to be assuring Hart & Raven that this is going to be a completely fair competition. Hart seems satisfied, but Raven is more skeptical. Still, he steps to the side, as the referee raises the belts for everyone to see. He goes to hand them off, as Terry Marshall enters the ring to start for his team. He faces off against the smaller Hart, with both men studying the other. There isn't much respect there, clearly, between the two teams. Marshall raises his hand, signaling for a test of strength, wanting to prove his worth. Hart stares at it in confusion, then asks why would he want to do something like that? He looks over at Raven, shrugging, with Raven shrugging back at the old-school maneuver. Marshall seems insulted by Hart turning down the opportunity to test his power, lowering his hand and glaring at the man. He comes in to lock up, but Hart quickly maneuvers out of the way, then kicks Marshall in the back of the leg, taking him to a knee! Marshall pops back up, swinging at Hart, but he ducks under and again attacks the back of the knee, doing more damage to the joint. Marshall pulls himself up again, limping slightly, as Jackson continues to bob and weave.*

Hood: Jax is all about speed in that ring, which is going to make it impossible for someone as bulky as Marshall to keep up...

Rockwell: True, and it's a good strategy to go for the legs. As long as he can stay out of range.

Hood: Yeah... I've seen enough matches like this to know that's unlikely...

*Hart is still doing his best to keep out of range, landing a couple of kicks to Marshall's back after a missed charge. Marshall is getting more and more frustrated by having to fight a 'rabbit' like the one he saw out in the swamp. Hart is enjoying himself, running to the ropes and leaping up on them to springboard back towards Marshall, landing a springboard dropkick to Marshall's chest! Marshall stumbles back, but doesn't go down, as Hart turns towards Raven, smirking and saying this is why they should have no fear putting the belts on the line. Raven shouts a warning, but the still-green Hart can't react quickly enough, as Marshall has come back, clotheslining Hart hard enough to send him spinning to the mat!! Marshall straightens out his arm for a second, before reaching down and picking up Hart before he can get away. He lifts Hart into the air, body-slamming him hard to the canvas! Marshall then limps a few steps to the ropes and comes back, dropping an elbow onto Hart before making a cover... 1... 2.. and Hart easily kicks out in time.*

Rockwell: This is where S.E.X. needs to keep a man grounded, keeping him away from his partner.

Hood: Yep, a perfect strategy for this team would be not to even let The People's G.O.A.T. come in.

Rockwell: Raven isn't the type to like sitting on the sidelines...

*Marshall brings Hart back up, dragging the wrestler backwards, wanting to tag in Space Lord. However, Hart suddenly pulls himself free, facing away from Marshall for a second before leaping backwards with a Pele kick! Marshall stumbles backwards to the ropes, where Space Lord reaches out, tagging him on the shoulder. But Hart is quick enough to do a roll and get to his own corner, tagging in Raven! Space Lord and Raven both step through the ropes, facing each other. Space Lord flexes in front of him, ready to go. Raven doesn't appear to be impressed. They lock up, with Space Lord slowly shoving Raven backwards into the corner. The referee comes in, calling for the break, and Space Lord does so, stepping backwards. He dares Raven to try again, and Raven does so, locking up with him... and then stepping to the side, using a leg takedown to send Space Lord falling forward into the corner!! Space Lord hits right on top of his head, rolling in pain, as Raven goes after him, working to drag the powerhouse back up.*

Rockwell: I think Space Lord hit right where he headbutt that alligator!

Hood: Really? Is he bleeding again?

Rockwell: It's hard to tell, but it's definitely red there...

Hood: C'mon, Raven, make him bleed!

*Raven gets Space Lord over to their corner, landing a few body blows before tagging Hart back in. He directs Hart backwards, with Raven then whipping Hart in towards Space Lord for a cross-whip splash in the corner! Hart then moves himself out of the way, as Raven runs in, getting his own running clothesline! The referee warns Raven to leave the ring, getting a little close to the action, with Raven staring at him again before departing. Hart, meanwhile, is working to keep Space Lord down in the corner, kicking away at him. He tags in Raven again, allowing him to come back in as Hart moves off and returns with a cannonball, smashing into Space Lord!! Raven takes immediate advantage, grabbing Space Lord's legs and dragging him out of the corner before making a cover... 1.... 2.... and Space Lord is able to kick out in time! Raven immediately hauls Space Lord up, wanting to keep the pressure on, especially with Space Lord's head wound. He grabs him and brings him in close, before dropping with a double-arm DDT!*

Hood: They're going to bust him open sooner or later!

Rockwell: Space Lord needs to tag out!

Hood: Ya think?

*With Space Lord struggling to get to his feet, Raven steps back, lining him up. He then comes in, going for the F.Y.S. (Superkick)! But Space Lord dodges it, dropping backwards to the ropes, then rebounding to hit the off-balance Raven with a shoulderblock! He follows it up with a second, knocking Raven down again! Feeling the power of the Sexamaniacs, Space Lord hits the ropes once more and comes back, nailing Raven with a running big boot!! Hart looks on, concerned, as Space Lord finally goes over and tags in his partner, bringing a fresher Marshall back into the contest. He goes over to Raven, grabbing him by the legs and dragging him further away from Hart, getting him in the corner. Raven tries to fight back, swinging at Marshall as soon as he's up. He then throws a punch at Space Lord on the apron, before trying to get out, but Marshall steps up with an enziguri, taking Raven back down!! Marshall pulls him out and makes the cover, trying to hold the man down... 1... 2... but Raven kicks out in time!*

Rockwell: The momentum in this match appears to be constantly changing...

Hood: And it'll change again. These idiots won't be able to keep Raven down!

Rockwell: You're taking this one a little more personally, aren't you, Hood?

Hood: These guys embarrassed my friends at Heat Wave. I want them to taste failure tonight!

*Marshall tags back in Space Lord, then hauls Raven up, holding him by the arms so that Space Lord can land some open shots to the ribs. Raven sags in Marshall's arms, hurting, even as Space Lord keeps him up. Marshall steps away, on his own, the referee nowhere near, even as Space Lord lifts Raven into the air. He takes a few steps and drops, powerslamming Raven into the mat! The ref slides into position... 1... 2... and Hart is there to break it up, kicking Space Lord in the back! The referee is up immediately, admonishing Hart and telling him to back off, as Space Lord gets to his feet, bringing Raven with him. He pulls Raven into him, locking the man into a bear hug! Raven's legs are kicking wildly as the tight grip crushes down on him, putting pressure on his spinal cord. He throws forward his head in desperation, clocking Space Lord in the forehead once again!! Space Lord immediately releases the grip, staggering, looking like he's almost out of it. A trickle of blood comes from his hairline, running down his face.*

Hood: There it is!

Rockwell: Someone tell the ref to get his gloves on!

Hood: Looks like he's already ahead of you, Adrian...

*We see the referee with blue gloves on now, as he rushes to check on Space Lord. He pushes Space Lord backwards, getting him to the corner so he can get him to sit. Of course, that helps S.E.X., as Marshall immediately tags Space Lord on the arm, stepping into the ring. The ref keeps working on the cut, seemingly concerned, although Space Lord tries to push him away, along with some of the birds that are once again circling around him. In the meantime, Raven has rolled himself over to the side, getting himself up. He sees Marshall coming and darts away from him, avoiding the grab with a roll that allows him to leap full-out, tagging in Hart!! Hart leaps into action, flying over the ropes with a springboard flying forearm, crashing into Marshall and knocking him down! Marshall tries to shake it off, pulling himself up, even as Hart goes to the ropes and does a flip, coming back in and grabbing Marshall's head to land the Hart Breaker (Handspring Cutter)!!! Marshall's down, as Hart makes the cover... and the ref comes over, demanding that Hart leave the ring!!! Hart gets up, arguing with him, but the referee appears to be adamant!*

Rockwell: What's the ref doing?

Hood: He must have never seen Hart tag in!

Rockwell: But, c'mon, it was an obvious tag!

Hood: He was busy with someone BLEEDING, Adrian! Have some compassion for that, at least!

*As Hart continues to argue, Marshall pulls himself up, not knowing what's going on. Raven, meanwhile, has put it all together and comes back through the ropes, trying to catch Marshall off-guard with The Flight of The Raven (RKO)!!! But Marshall blocks it, throwing Raven off and sending him toppling into Hart's back, with both men then crashing into the referee!!! The ref goes flying from the force of the tag-team, ending up outside the ring!! Marshall looks out after him, surprised, not having wanted that to happen. He turns back to where Raven and Hart are getting up, running at them for a double clothesline! But both Hart & Raven duck under it, then catch Marshall as he turns around with a double superkick!!! Marshall goes down, as Hart & Raven nod to each other and turn around... to get smashed into from a double Big Bang (Spear) from Space Lord!!!! The crowd roars the hit, as Space Lord ends up on top of both men, still hurting himself. Nothing happens, though, since the referee is in no condition to do anything.*

Rockwell: The Big Bang lands!! And on BOTH champs!!

Hood: What a moron, sacrificing himself like that when there's no ref!

Rockwell: You think it was a bad idea for Space Lord to take out both of them??

Hood: Okay, I wouldn't go that far, but he needs someone to... Ah!

*The crowd suddenly reacts as "Dangerous" by Within Temptation begins to play! The boos are heavy as Jonathan Barrows comes jogging out, heading for the ring!*

Rockwell: Barrows has no reason for being out here!!

Hood: What are you talking about, Adrian? One of his employees got badly hurt, of course he'd be here!

*Barrows does head around the ring to where the fallen referee is laying, checking on him. The man is still out of it, though, so Barrows, annoyed, shoves him back down. He turns and enters the ring himself, looking at where Space Lord is laying. He considers things, then moves over to where Space Lord is still laying on both Hart & Raven. He drops... 1... 2... and Marshall steps in, stopping Barrows!! The GCWA co-owner looks up in shock at Marshall, wanting to know what the hell he's thinking, but Marshall points out that he's the legal man, and that he doesn't want anything taking their win away from them. He also doesn't look pleased to see Barrows there. Behind Marshall, though, Raven is getting back up, looking pissed at the sight of Barrows. Marshall doesn't see him, but Barrows does, and he quickly shouts a warning at Marshall, saying he's about to be ambushed! Marshall spins around towards the startled Raven... catching him with Thunder Struck (Spinning Polish Hammer)!!!! Raven's down, as Marshall drops instinctively to put a hand on him, and Barrows leans in... 1... and Barrows is suddenly dragged out of the ring, coming face-to-face with Noah Jackson, while Shawn Warstein is standing behind him, cutting off his escape!!!*

Rockwell: Here we go!

Hood: What the hell, the Sick Cunts aren't in this match!

Rockwell: They are now!

*Barrows raises his hands, saying that he's just trying to do the job of the downed ref. He makes sure to point over at him, hoping that this makes his point. Noah & Warstein glance at each other, with Noah saying he senses a lie. Warstein believes it, with both men leaping at Barrows to score simultaneous Superman punches!!! Barrows collapses to the ground, out of it, as Noah & Warstein turn towards the ring. Marshall sees them, preparing himself, but suddenly Jackson Hart is flying into the picture, catching Marshall with On Tilt (720 DDT)!!! Hart gets up, pumped at landing that move. However, Space Lord, seeing his partner down, lets out an enraged roar and charges at Hart, tackling him and sending both men crashing through the ropes to the outside!!! Noah & Warstein, wincing at the impact, head over to check on Hart. In the meantime, a new ref can be seen, running down to the ring, as Marshall tries to get back up, hurting. He turns... and Raven's there to drop him with Flight of the Raven!!! Raven ends up on top, as the new ref slides in... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners, and Still GCWA Tag-Team Champions of the World... Jackson Hart & James Raven!!

Rockwell: What a crazy ending to this one!

Hood: I gotta go check on Barrows, Adrian, I'll be back...

Rockwell: Hood, you don't need to... okay, there he goes, being a kiss-up as always...

*Hood leaves his headset behind as he goes around to where Barrows is still down. In the ring, the referee brings the World Tag-Team Titles to Raven, who takes them and goes outside the ring to join Noah & Warstein around Hart. The young man is still nursing battered ribs as he tries to get up, getting a hand from Noah. Space Lord is trying to get up nearby, looking for Marshall.*

Rockwell: There were definitely some shenanigans going on in this one, but in the end, Hart & Raven retain! Clearly, though, S.E.X. didn't get as clean a shot as they probably deserved. We'll have to see what comes of this in the coming weeks...

*Hood has tried to help Barrows up, but he's not good at it, so he yells for a security guard to come help out. The members of Legacy look over that way, shaking their heads, as security moves around Barrows. We fade out.*







*The image comes up with the camera moving frantically, as the cameraman is running through the halls. When did we get a physically fit cameraman? Who knows.*

Rockwell: We've got reports of a commotion near the crowd here at ringside!

Hood: That's way too close to us!

*The camera swings around a corner, showing a couple of security guards down. One is holding his hand and groaning, as if it's been broken or cut. The other is looking upwards with a dazed look on his face, like he's been shut down.*

Rockwell: We've got men down!

Hood: Someone call for the medics!

*Further up, the cameraman finds three security guards wrestling with someone on the ground. He's wearing a construction uniform of some sort, but it's been torn, revealing the outfit underneath. The Lost Soul suddenly shoves his way up from the pile, knocking the men down, then turns to start running for the entrance to the main arena!*

Rockwell: It's The Lost Soul!! He got in here somehow!!

Hood: Oh, shit! We need more guards out here!

*The Lost Soul gets to the curtains near the entrance, as the crowd can be heard cheering nearby. He starts to run through... then falls backwards, clutching his chest. The Security Commander steps out from behind the curtain, looking down at him, while holding a large tazer!! The Lost Soul tries to get up, but gets tazed again, keeping him down.*

Security Commander: I told you, TLS. You're not getting in. Take him to the brig, boys. He's trespassing.

*More guards come up, dragging TLS away, as the Commander walks away.*

Rockwell: They caught him again, but he almost made it!

Hood: Something needs to be done about that lunatic!


Singles Match
The Glitter God (0-0) vs. Aaron Warthog (5-22)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... making his way to the ring... 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 got a rare victory this past week in Outsiders, which seems to have helped his mindset.

Hood: Well, he doesn't seem to be stuck in Fall Guy addiction anymore, so I suppose that's an improvement. But why did he want to work out so much?

Rockwell: Who knows, Hood? There's usually a good reason...

Minos: His opponent... making his GCWA debut... standing 6'3" and weighing 325 lbs... from The Glitter Galaxy... here is The Glitter God!!

*Glitter by DJ Zinc hits the speakers as the GCWA crowd erupts with cheers. Small pieces of glitter fall from the ceiling, not a lot of it but just enough to give off the effect desired. With that, the Glitter God walks out on the ramp.*

*POOF!*

*Mini cannons with glitter go off at his side. He begins his approach to the ring slapping hands with the fans, his silver glitter helmet glistening in the arena lights.*

Hood: The GCWA just keeps getting stranger and stranger.

Rockwell: The Glitter God has said he's bringing the Era of Razzle-Dazzle to the GCWA, starting with Aaron Warthog.

Hood: Man, I hate glitter. So it's hard to root for this guy. Just his helmet alone is probably getting it all over the ring...

Rockwell: It'll bring a nice sparkle to this match...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Let's see what the Glitter God has for us!

Hood: I can't wait...

*The Glitter God is ready to go, but Warthog seems to be day-dreaming at first. The referee goes over to Warthog's corner, telling him that the match is beginning, and Warthog quickly shakes his head and says he's ready. He turns and sees The Glitter God coming his way, and rashly opts to charge at him with The Stampede (Spear)!! But The Glitter God blocks it with a sidewalk slam!! Warthog's immediately done, as The Glitter God gets to his feet, leaning over Warthog to ask him "Have you no sense?" When Warthog doesn't answer, The Glitter God just drops a fist on him, cracking him in the head!*

Rockwell: That'll knock out some brain cells!

Hood: Damn, Warthog's already running on empty!

Rockwell: He'll need to focus if he wants to have a chance in this one...

*Warthog is dragged up by the heavy Glitter God, who quickly lifts him up and lands a Scoop Slam, driving him in the canvas. Warthog's legs shake feebly after the hit, having been thrown off so quickly. The Glitter God takes a moment to enjoy the air of this dimension before going off the ropes and coming back, getting a leg drop!! He rolls onto Warthog for the cover... 1... 2... and somehow Warthog manages to kick out, although it wasn't very strong. The Glitter God gets up, turning away as he works on something. Warthog slowly sits up, trying to recover. He gets to his feet, turning towards The Glitter God... who turns and blasts him in the face withThe Glitter Bomb (Glitter to the face)!!!*

Rockwell: Damn, glitter everywhere!!

Hood: Everyone in this arena is now likely going home with a souvenir.

Rockwell: Glitter, more contagious than COVID? Someone do a study...

*Warthog drops to his knees, blinded, trying to get rid of the glitter. He's not having much luck. With Warthog unable to fight back, The Glitter God quickly attacks, kicking him in the gut, then lifting him up and landing a powerbomb! Warthog's flat on his back, dazed, the glitter still working deeper into his pores. The Glitter God makes the cover, hanging on as the ref tries to get in close without getting coated... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... The Glitter God!!

Rockwell: The Glitter God is victorious!

Hood: And everyone else wrestling tonight are losers, as they all have to go into that ring now...

Rockwell: You've got a little glitter on your hand there, Hood.

Hood: Ahhh, shit...

Rockwell: Suffice to say, The Glitter God is going to be a unique addition to the GCWA! And Warthog is going to be shiny for a while...

*The Glitter God leaves the ring, going around the fans and giving everyone high fives. Most seem happy to get sparkled on. Warthog is still down, his eyelids seeming to glow in the light.*







*We come back to one of the lounges in the GCWA Arena, where Deana Barrows is meeting with a plainclothes detective. She looks like she's been holding back some tears.*

Deana Barrows: So there's really no news on my dad or my brother?

Detective: I'm sorry, Ms. Barrows. The Silver Alert for your father, The Accelerator, expired without any real promising information. The tip line is getting plenty of leads, and we're chasing each and every one down, but so far none of them have been worth anything. As for your brother...

*The detective gets out a photo from his pocket, showing it to Deana. She looks at it, trying to figure out what it means.*

Detective: This is as far as we tracked the van that kidnapped him. It's a picture from a highway camera. We're still trying to follow it from there, but at the moment, we're really not sure on what direction to set ourselves on. Are you sure neither of these men had enemies?

Deana Barrows: Oh, they've both had plenty of enemies. The Big Bifford. Tony Savage. This one guy, Dougg J, had a lot of issues with The Accelerator over the years...

Detective: Well, we're tracking down all of those people to make sure there's no involvement, but I don't know if anything will pan out.

Deana Barrows: Well, there is ONE more person worth looking into...

Detective: Yes?

Deana Barrows: Last year... my brother Jonathan did a power move with Hunter. They put my dad in a home, and it wasn't easy getting him out of there.

Detective: You think it's possible...

Deana Barrows: I don't know, officer. I really don't know.

*Deana reaches for a tissue, making sure to dab it at her eyes. We slowly fade back to ringside.*

Hood: They don't think Jonathan has anything to do with the disappearances, do they?

Rockwell: After what he's tried to pull tonight, I wouldn't put anything past him. But that's a mystery for another time. We're ready for a historic main event!


GCWA World Heavyweight Title Match
Lissie Hope(c) (7-0) vs. Chelsea LeClair (6-1)

Minos: It is now time... for our main event... of the evening... this will be for the Heavyweight Championship of the World!!

*The packed GCWA Arena explodes, as they've been waiting for this one all night long. Several flashes from cameras can be seen in the crowd as they prepare for a historic match.*

Rockwell: Seldom has there been so much excitement for a Friday Night Inferno main event!

Hood: Lissie Hope's crazy for defending the belt again so soon...

Rockwell: She wants to prove to the world she's a fighting champion, and Chelsea LeClair is the #1 Contender!

Hood: Historic chick fight! Wooo!

Minos: Introducing first, the challenger...

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

*As "Chelsea" by STEFY hits, the fans begin to cheer. Chelsea LeClair walks through the curtains, posed, confident, and determined to make things happen. She stands in the middle of the stage, slowly raising the North American Championship above her head. Blasts of pyro erupt all around her, sparks flying everywhere, but nothing comes close to touching her. After a few more blasts, LeClair begins to walk down the aisle. She soaks in some cheers a bit as she gets to ringside, then switches to all business, sliding into the ring. She heads for the turnbuckle, climbing up to the second rope and once again raising the championship overhead, while pointing to the crowd with her free hand. He hops back down to the corner, leans against it, and waits for the match to begin.*

Rockwell: Ever since LeClair lost to Hope in the Warriors of the Ring Tournament, she's been on a tear.

Hood: Yep, even took down one of my favorites, PerZag. I still say it was a fluke, but it still counts...

Rockwell: LeClair did some self-inspection this week, 'traveling back in time' to see her old, conceited self.

Hood: She also dressed up as Hope and showed us a "What If" scenario, which, I must say, they didn't do Jonathan Barrows justice with that actor...

Rockwell: I'm sure Barrows had no problems with the impersonation, Hood...

Minos: Her 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: Hope has been unbeatable in the GCWA, rolling through the Warriors of the Ring Tournament and becoming World Champion.

Hood: It's hard to see anyone taking down the Blackheart at this point.

Rockwell: She has been dealing with an issue that many of us face, the decision of putting an elderly relative into a home or letting them live with them.

Hood: If she's going to let her Mom stay in her condo, she needs to hire a nurse or something. You don't want her wandering off, and you aren't legally allowed to keep her on a leash...

Rockwell: That's an oddly specific thing to bring up, Hood.

Hood: I'm just saying...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So we have here what some are expecting as a possible Match of the Year candidate, folks! LeClair vs. Hope II!

Hood: Either we get a Best of Three, or Hope squashes that parasite using her and moves on!

Rockwell: I don't think LeClair should be called a parasite. She earned this opportunity!

Hood: And Hope's glad to help her once again with a great match, but it's going to end the same way!

*LeClair has pushed her nerves aside, looking like she's all business tonight. She comes forward, meeting with Hope in the middle of the ring. Hope looks a little more relaxed, but ready to go at any moment. She smiles at LeClair, extending a hand to her. LeClair doesn't even look at the hand. She just keeps waiting, staring at Hope, who lets the arm lower slowly down. Hope's smile has faded as well, looking annoyed at LeClair's response. She steps in towards LeClair, saying "I'm here to help you." A second later, Hope lands a hard strike to the side of LeClair's head!! LeClair staggers back, but straightens up to face Hope again, as Hope says "But first? I'm going to have to HURT you." LeClair stares at Hope again, finally starting to show her smile... before throwing her own shot to the side of Hope's head!! Hope stumbles away, turning back to LeClair, who strikes a familiar pose and says "Haters. Gonna. HATE!" This impersonation of Casey Holliday has an immediate effect, as Hope angrily says "You fuckin' leech!" She runs forward, tackling LeClair, with the two going down and swinging away at each other! The crowd loves it, cheering, as the fight begins in earnest!*

Rockwell: It's a very weird mixture of respect and rage here, Hood!

Hood: Hey, Hope wants LeClair to be even better, like she was after Hope beat her last time. She just wants LeClair to acknowledge it!

Rockwell: And LeClair wants Hope to see that LeClair controls her own destiny, and that Hope's underestimating her...

Hood: I don't think that's true at all! Hope is taking this completely seriously!

*Hope has gotten control, punching away at LeClair on the canvas. She looks down at LeClair, shaking her head, telling her that this is all because of her. LeClair responds by bringing her legs up suddenly, catching Hope around the arms! She yanks Hope backwards, sitting up into a pinning combination! 1... 2.. and Hope kicks free! She does a roll, getting quickly to her feet. LeClair tries to grab her, but Hope catches her in the gut with a knee, throwing her off-balance. Hope then steps in, angrily grabbing LeClair by the head and taking her down with a swinging neckbreaker! LeClair rolls, clutching at her neck, as Hope sits up, smiling again. She gets back to her feet, moving over to where LeClair is trying to recover. She pulls LeClair up, giving her a few elbow shots before bringing her in close and lifting, taking LeClair over with a belly-to-belly suplex! LeClair has the wind knocked out of her, as Hope rolls over and makes a cover, almost challenging LeClair as she holds her down, telling her to kick out... 1... 2... and LeClair makes it, kicking free of the pin. LeClair nods, not wanting it to be over too quickly. She stands, bringing LeClair with her once more.*

Hood: Here we go, vintage Lissie Hope!

Rockwell: She's gotten in a few good moves to take control, Hood, but it's very early yet...

Hood: It doesn't matter. Every move will get Lissie closer to another successful title defense, just like Zolton!

*The two wrestlers are in the corner now, with Hope working LeClair over with some stiff punches while standing on the second turnbuckle. Fans are counting along, getting into the action. Hope finally drops back down, giving a knowing smile to the fans in Dallas before grabbing LeClair by the head and bringing her out. She gives LeClair a forearm shot to spin her away, then grabs her from behind, setting her for a German suplex. But LeClair surprisingly blocks it, grabbing at Hope's hand and breaking her grip. Before the champ can react, LeClair spins around Hope, getting behind her so that LeClair is the one delivering the German suplex!! Both wrestlers are down for a moment, before LeClair starts to get up. Hope, meanwhile, has to clear her head. She finally starts up, not realizing that LeClair has slipped in behind her. She leaps up, grabbing hold of Hope and dropping her back with a double knee backbreaker variation!! Hope arches in agony on the mat, with LeClair moving to get on top of her for the cover... 1... 2... and Hope kicks free!*

Rockwell: LeClair's determined to prove she belongs in the ring with Hope!

Hood: But Lissie has never disputed that, Adrian! She thinks they're a great match-up! She just doesn't think that LeClair can beat her...

Rockwell: Well, Hope needs to prove that herself, because LeClair's putting up a good fight!

*As Hope tries to get up, her back probably killing her, LeClair catches her from behind and yanks her back down, getting her locked into a bow and arrow submission!! Hope is trying to get herself free as LeClair keeps her knees right into Hope's back, bending her across! The referee circles, watching Hope for a submission... then suddenly slides in, checking LeClair's shoulders... 1... LeClair makes sure to raise one up, while still trying to keep the pressure on, but she starts to droop back down again... 1... 2... and LeClair drops the hold, making sure she's off the mat. Hope drops to the side, groaning, as LeClair gets herself up. She looks down at Hope with a little bit of amazement coming through, before she refocuses herself. She pulls Hope up, dragging her towards the turnbuckle. She grabs Hope's head and runs up it, wanting a tornado DDT, but Hope blocks it halfway through, managing to throw LeClair off... and inadvertently sending LeClair tumbling over the ropes and out to the floor!!! The crowd gasps at the plunge, wondering if Leclair is okay.*

Rockwell: LeClair just took a really bad fall!

Hood: Well, Hope DID say she was going to have to hurt her in order to help her...

Rockwell: Yeah, but if LeClair fell wrong, her career could be over!

Hood: Yeah, there's that, too, but I think it was just pure instinct from Lissie...

*The champ is back on her feet now, looking around as if expecting an attack. She sees where the referee is looking, as he has begun his count, so Hope heads that direction, looking over the ropes at LeClair, who's laying on the ground, possibly knocked out from the hard landing. Hope seems to show a bit of concern for a moment, starting to step out of the ropes, but then LeClair slowly rolls over, showing signs of life. Hope stops, deciding instead to wait as the referee continues his count. Hope stays at the ropes, watching and waiting as LeClair struggles up to her knees, rubbing the back of her head. The referee reaches 5, continuing on his way up, as LeClair grabs at the apron, trying to use it for leverage. She slowly gets herself up, with the crowd getting behind her, cheering for Chelsea. As the referee throws up 7 fingers, LeClair raises her head to look at him, trying to focus. He goes for 8, and almost on instinct, LeClair pulls herself into the ring, keeping this one going! Hope does a tiny applause with a bit of mockery showing through, but she also looks pleased.*

Rockwell: LeClair kept from being counted out, but can she possibly continue?

Hood: Against the champ? Ah, no, but she's about to get taught a few more lessons at least!

*Hope steps over the hurting LeClair, pulling her upright and whispering something to her about how it's time to help her. Hope then suddenly kicks LeClair in the gut, before taking her down with a Snap DDT!! LeClair rolls onto her back, hurt, as Hope dusts herself off and gets to her feet. She heads over to the turnbuckle, suddenly feeling like taking a leap. The champ climbs up quickly, positioning herself towards the nearby LeClair. Before the challenger can raise up, Hope jumps off, plummeting down to land a flying legdrop onto LeClair's neck!! The crowd feels it, wondering if that's it, as Hope rolls over for the cover... 1... 2... No! LeClair shoves an arm in the air at the last moment! Hope, though, immediately grabs the arm and twists LeClair around, pulling her backwards into a Crossface Chickenwing!! The crowd is up as LeClair desperately searches for anything nearby, trying to escape, but Hope has the move locked on tightly and is not letting go! The referee circles around both, watching closely for anything that requires his attention.*

Hood: Bring on the next challenger!

Rockwell: This isn't over yet, Hood!

Hood: It should be. If LeClair refuses to tap out, Hope could do so much damage that the North American Title's gonna be vacated!

*LeClair is still struggling, but it's getting weaker and weaker, as Hope has the hold locked in perfectly. Slowly, LeClair's arm falls to the side, and the referee moves in, checking on it. He raises the arm once, it falls. He raises it a second time, it falls... then comes back up! LeClair starts visibly shaking as she fights back, with the crowd suddenly raising in volume once again! She pries at Hope's arm, pushing it upwards... and the hold gets loose, with LeClair popping off of Hope and rolling to the side!! Hope sits up, nodding as if she just taught LeClair something new. She gets up like a proud mentor, looking down at LeClair as she tries to get up. LeClair grabs at Hope's leg, tugging on it, starting to rise up, as Hope still watches her. She talks to LeClair for a moment, this time quietly, before pushing her off, then spinning into a roundhouse kick to the head!!! LeClair goes down hard, not moving, as Hope slowly drops onto her once more for the cover, grabbing a leg... 1... 2... 3, NO!!!!*

Rockwell: I thought that was going to be it!

Hood: So did I, and I think so did Hope!

*Hope gets up, stretching for a moment before turning back to the hurting LeClair. She pulls her up, dragging her into position, so that Hope can start to lift her for the Dreamchaser (Side Slam Backbreaker)!!! As Hope starts to lift, though, LeClair reverses it, sending Hope flipping forward to the mat!! LeClair falls against the ropes, as Hope shakes it off and starts to spring to her feet. She looks at LeClair with shock, having not expected that from someone who can barely stand. Hope angrily heads over to her, grabbing her head, but LeClair responds with a strike to the jaw, staggering the champ! LeClair then throws a second one, and a third, beginning to fire up! She turns and goes to the ropes, coming back, with Hope trying for a clothesline but missing. LeClair reaches the ropes on the other side and springs upwards, flying backwards with a cross-body to take Hope down! The ref is there... 1... 2... and Hope barely kicks out in time! Both wrestlers get up, with Hope shakily trying to swing at LeClair, only to have LeClair duck under and grab Hope by the head, dropping with a jawbreaker that topples her back!!*

Hood: Where is LeClair getting this from??

Rockwell: She's not the same spoiled girl from OCW, Hood, this LeClair is a true fighter!

Hood: Yeah, but still, where is she getting it from??

*The referee watches from the side as both wrestlers are working their way up again. Hope looks dazed, trying to recover, as LeClair is looking more and more like she's gotten her second wind. She suddenly rushes at Hope, tackling her and driving her hard back into the corner!! Hope leans in the corner, hurting, as LeClair climbs up on top of her, punching away while yelling out to her "I... AM... ENOUGH!!" She then comes off the turnbuckle back to the mat, before dragging Hope out of the corner. She spins the champ around, dropping her with a reverse neckbreaker before making another cover... 1... 2... 3, NO! Hope stays in it! LeClair struggles up, shaking her head clear. She drags Hope closer to the turnbuckle, then braces herself, wanting to continue her momentum. She leaps up, pulling off a reverse slingshot corner splash! But Hope gets her feet up, kicking LeClair in the stomach on the way down!! LeClair gets thrown to the side, hurt, as Hope rolls in agony after sacrificing her legs like that!*

Rockwell: Hope's still in it!

Hood: Of course she is! She's the champ!

Rockwell: She's also going to be limping for a while after that!

*Hope slowly struggles up, her left knee clearly bothering her. But she pushes it aside, ignoring the injury as much as possible. She limps over to LeClair, grabbing her on the way up, but LeClair throws her off, throwing a couple of shots! Hope returns them, and the two women have at it, punching and counter-punching! LeClair lands an uppercut that sends Hope reeling. She comes after the champ, going for a jumping cutter... but Hope hangs onto the ropes, saving herself, as LeClair crashes back to the mat! Hope recovers, getting herself back up. She gives LeClair a kick in the gut as she rises, doubling her over. Hope then steps in, locking up the arms and... drops with the Crown of Thorns (Pedigree)!!! The crowd roars, even as Hope drops for the cover, knowing that she's done it once again. The referee drops for the count... 1... 2... and the ref stops, pointing out that LeClair's foot is under the nearby ropes!! Seeing this, Hope quickly shoves the leg aside and gets on again... 1... 2... 3, NO!!!!*

Rockwell: Somehow LeClair recovered in time to kick out, thanks to the delay!

Hood: Did LeClair even know the ropes were there?

Rockwell: It could have been instinct, it could have been blind luck, we may never know!

*LeClair has rolled onto her side, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. Hope is on her knees, taking in a lot of oxygen herself. She reaches back to the close ropes, dragging herself upright. She looks down at LeClair for a few seconds, then reaches down, dragging her up. She pulls LeClair closer to the center of the ring, making sure the ropes aren't going to be a problem, then locks her up once again for the Crown of Thorns!! But this time, LeClair suddenly raises up, before snapping Hope backwards onto her back!! Before Hope can recover from the hit, LeClair grabs hold of the legs and steps through, twisting Hope over into the TTFO (Figure Eight)!!! The fans roar as LeClair arches her back on shaky arms, trying to hold on as Hope screams out from the damage being done to her lower half!! The referee checks, waiting to see if Hope's going to tap, but Hope landed a little too close to the ropes, so she starts frantically yanking herself backwards, with a fatigued LeClair unable to stop her. Within a few moments, Hope grabs the ropes, saving herself!*

Rockwell: LeClair almost got her!

Hood: What a moment that would have been, if Lissie Hope's first loss had been a submission! But I don't think she knows how to quit...

*Both wrestlers are still down, the pace of this match having exhausted them. The fans are doing a dual chant for them, showing that they're loving this no matter who wins. Slowly, LeClair starts to get up, reaching her knees first. She struggles up, almost losing her balance and falling down again, as Hope clutches at the ropes like a lifeline, trying to slowly do a pull-up. She uses the ropes to fight back to her feet, but then LeClair is behind her, pulling Hope off the ropes with a backslide!! 1... 2... Hope kicks out! Both wrestlers get back up, but this time it's Hope who twists LeClair down with a school-boy! 1... 2... and LeClair escapes!! They're up again, with LeClair shoving Hope backwards in the ropes. Hope returns, though, running right into LeClair with a spear!! LeClair's down again, her ribs feeling shattered, as Hope struggles up. She looks towards the corner, wanting to make sure this one's done right, and starts heading in that direction, leaving the hurting LeClair where she is.*

Hood: I think we're gonna see it! A ch-ch-ch-ch-Cherry Bomb!

Rockwell: This one's taken down a lot of Lissie Hope opponents, but it's definitely high-risk!

Hood: High-risk, high-reward!

*Hope drags herself up the turnbuckle, taking a few extra seconds to get to the top. As Hope turns around, preparing to leap for her Swanton Bomb finisher, LeClair staggers over to her, grabbing her legs and yanking her back down onto the turnbuckle!! Hope sits on the 'buckle, hurting, as LeClair climbs up with her, grabbing her by the head. She teases a superplex, trying to get Hope into position, but Hope soon starts fighting back, not letting it happen. She pulls LeClair up, locking her into position instead to go for the Crown of Thorns off the top!! The fans gasp as Hope starts to jump, but LeClair hangs on, throwing Hope overhead instead and sending her crashing down to the canvas!! LeClair somehow doesn't fall, although it's close. She looks back over her shoulder, seeing where Hope landed, and her eyes light up. Willing herself to move, LeClair jumps onto the ropes and throws herself backwards..... landing CANCELLED! (Corkscrew Moonsault)!!! The GCWA Arena is about to lose it as the referee moves into place... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Hood: Whoa!

Rockwell: Just like that!! What a fight!!

Hood: I can't believe it!!

Minos: Here is your winner... and the NEW Heavyweight Champion of the World... Chelsea LeClair!!

*The place is going wild as the World Title is brought over to LeClair, along with the North American Championship.*

Hood: Well, damn, I never thought she could do it!

Rockwell: Maybe she was underestimated, but at this point, it doesn't matter, as Chelsea LeClair has taken over the top of the mountain! What a match!

Hood: Seriously, this should have been at a PPV...

Rockwell: You never know, Hood, we might see it there in the future! They're all tied up, 1-1! We need a rubber match!

Hood: Hah, rubber...

Rockwell: Shut up, Hood, don't ruin the moment! Ladies and gentlemen, we've got to head out, but it's been an incredible night! We will see you next week!!

*The cameras focus on Chelsea LeClair as she holds up both championships. Behind her, we see Lissie Hope pulling herself up. She takes it in, focusing on LeClair... and then she turns, stepping through the ropes to depart, giving LeClair her moment... for now...*


OOC: In many ways, this one felt like a PPV *lol*. But we've gotten it done, and the show moves on! Thank you to Duce Jones for writing the Sins of the Fathers/Impasta Mafia match, and to anyone who contributed segments. The roleplays this week were off the chart, leading to four extremely tough choices I had to make. Thanks to all of you!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, September 25th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Xavier XL vs. The Spruce Goose

PerZag vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn

James Raven vs. Aaron Warthog

Micheal Graves vs. John Thompson vs. Justice Orton-Cross

Duce Jones vs. Shawn Warstein vs. Druk Dorji, GCWA North American Title Qualifier match

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

The Lost Soul(c) vs. Outcast, GCWA United X-Division Title match

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, September 18th to Wednesday, September 23rd, 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!