GCWA Friday Night Inferno



*Another Friday has come, and holy shit, it's the last Friday of September 2020. That means only three months left in this year, which will go down in history as the most chaotic, negative year in history. It also means early voting's going to be starting soon, so if you're in America, get yourself registered and make your voice heard! I don't care who you vote for (okay that's a lie, but I'm not bringing politics in here lol), just don't be one of the millions of Americans who sits on their hands and then complains about how things are. Okay, off my soap-box, let's get to some wrasslin'!*

*After the GCWA logo makes its appearance and fades way, we get the deep voice from last week speaking over images from the previous Inferno.*

Deep Voice: Last week, history was made...

*We see varied clips of the match between Lissie Hope and Chelsea LeClair, featuring some of the biggest moments of the epic clash between the two women, a first for a GCWA World Title main event.*

Deep Voice: A new figure took her place at the top of the mountain...

*We see a few still shots of the final moments, with LeClair celebrating after her amazing victory, raising up both the World Heavyweight Title and the North American Championship.*

Deep Voice: Tonight, two more titles find themselves on the line. Will another individual leave as a champion here tonight?

*Shots of The Lost Soul and Outcast are shown, followed by Tony The Spider and The Enforcer.*

Deep Voice: Prepare yourselves for action at its finest!

*More wrestling shots are shown, including a trifecta of John Thompson, Micheal Graves, and Justice Orton-Cross in mid-action. We also see Druk Dorji, Duce Jones, and Shawn Warstein in another split-shot. 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! It appears to be a pretty good audience in attendance, although nowhere near as crazed as it was the week before. Still, these are the loyal GCWA fans who love everything they see, even if they tend to get negative on social media. They still would do anything to see the GCWA succeed. We head past the fans to join Adrian Rockwell & Hood at the announce table.*

Rockwell: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Friday Night Inferno!

Hood: September has been a hell of a fucking month, hasn't it, Adrian?

Rockwell: Definitely, Hood. We may not have had a GCWA Pay-Per-View, but we certainly had a match of the year candidate last week!

Hood: Still can't believe Chelsea Leclair is our World Champion... never would have believed it from what I remember in OCW...

Rockwell: Chelsea has done the work and become an incredible success, Hood, throughout 2020. And now, she's at the top of our profession!

Hood: For now... I know there are probably several veterans ready for their shot at taking over the top spot...

Rockwell: They'll have to wait, as the belt isn't on the line tonight. There are two championships expected to be defended, though. Tony The Spider will be defending a belt he doesn't even have at the moment, as it was stolen by Enforcer. They'll be facing off in a Ladder match!

Hood: Tony's going to die, predicting it now...

Rockwell: And in what I think is a tragic miscarriage of justice, The Lost Soul's Unified X-Division Title will be on the line against Outcast, who's likely to win with a forfeit due to TLS being banned from the building! In fact, let's go have a look around security while we have a moment...



*The camera cuts to outside the building, where we see the largest security presence we've ever seen in the GCWA. Trucks are lined up in front of different exits, with deliveries being searched thoroughly before they're allowed into the building. Officers are at all checkpoints, examining everyone, with pictures of The Lost Soul prominently displayed nearby. We cut down to near the garage, where we see the Security Commander finishing up a task before getting on the radio.*

Security Commander: Yes, sir? Please repeat, you were breaking up...

*We hear the slightly-tinny voice of Jonathan Barrows on the radio, asking if everything is still good.*

Security Commander: Sir, we are fully secured. There's no way The Lost Soul is going to get into the arena tonight. He'd have to be a magician.

*Barrows can be heard again, faintly, seemingly asking about someone's arrival.*

Security Commander: No, we're keeping an eye out, though, for when he gets here. Don't worry, sir. We won't let you down.

*Barrows' reply can't really be heard, but the threatening tone behind it still came through. The Security Commander gulps before stepping over to one of his assistants, talking to him about expanding the perimeter. We go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: It looks like they've really got this place locked down...

Hood: They should just have the Unified X-Division match now, and get it over with...

Rockwell: There must be a reason they're delaying it, but I'd be fine with it not happening at all. The Lost Soul has done too much for the GCWA to be treated this way...

Hood: Save the pity for someone who deserves it. TLS brought this all on himself.

Rockwell: Let's just send it to Minos to get us going...


Singles Match
James Raven (8-0) vs. Aaron Warthog (5-23)

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

"Everyone Knows I'm Hog Wild!"

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

Rockwell: Warthog was strangely quiet this week.

Hood: He's probably preparing for his Outsiders match. I swear, Adrian, Zybala's trying hard to poach talent from the GCWA...

Rockwell: I don't think he's been very successful with 'talent'...

Hood: I agree, but he's still trying...

Minos: His opponent...

*The lights in the building dim, the fans buzzing in their seats as they munch on overpriced concessions and await what’s coming next. After a few long moments of near silence, recognizable guitar riffs begin to blare over the sound system and drag the fans up to their feet.*

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

"NOW HERE WE GO FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME!"

Minos: Standing 6'3" and weighing 225 lbs... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... accompanied by Jackson Hart... one-half of the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions... here is "The People's G.O.A.T." James Raven!!

*The crowd leap and dance in unison as "Bleed it Out" by Linkin Park plays and signals the arrival of The Peoples G.O.A.T., a small shower of silver and blue sparks spraying into the spotlights as James Raven and Jackson Hart step through the curtain, both wearing an ear to ear grin. The lights in the building return full blast as the spotlights and sparks disappear, Raven & Hart make their way slowly to the fans sitting around the stage and slapping several hands before looking out at the crowd and soaking in the applause. After posing with a young fan for a picture, Raven looks down to the ring and begins to make his way down the ramp, now bobbing his head to the music and still smiling to the crowd until he reaches the steel ring steps. He pauses for a moment before bounding up the steps in two paces, then leaping over the top rope from the apron into the ring.*

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

Rockwell: Raven had an emotional moment on the phone with his father, a man he never wanted to speak to again...

Hood: That was such a dick move from his sister.

Rockwell: I assume she just wants to try bringing the family back together...

Hood: He said no, and then she had the dad on the phone the entire time? Dick. Move.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So you think this is a punishment from Jonathan Barrows here tonight? Having Raven be in the opening contest?

Hood: Sure feels that way... I mean, he still gets paid a bonus, just not as much...

Rockwell: James Raven is definitely not a man who's used to starting the night off with a match. Will it throw him off his game?

*Warthog looks lost in the ring, looking around in case someone's about to come after him. He still apparently has the duster he stole from Vic Vinegar at the last Dystopia show, keeping it safe by carrying it with him. Warthog finally steps forward, deciding that he'd better fight... only for Raven to immediately grab him by the head and drop with The Flight of the Raven (RKO)!!!! Warthog's out cold, laying there, as Raven stays in a seated position, crossing his arms over his knees. He looks over at Hart on the outside, shrugging, and asks him if he thinks that'll be enough for Barrows. Hart says better safe than sorry, so Raven nods and turns around, grabbing Warthog around the head and yanking him backwards into The Ravenlock (Triangle Choke)!!! Warthog would be tapping out for sure if he hadn't already been knocked out by The Flight of the Raven. The ref takes one look and quickly signals for the bell, wanting this one to be over. Raven hangs onto the hold a little longer than he needed to before finally releasing Warthog.*

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

Rockwell: Well, THAT went about as quickly as anyone could have expected...

Hood: Raven's finished his contractual obligations, at least. He stays undefeated.

Rockwell: He also stays sick and tired of Barrows jerking him around.

*Raven rolls out of the ring to join Hart, looking completely bored with what just happened. The two champions make their way out, leaving an unconscious Warthog behind them. We head to a quick break, not needing to see any more of this.*







Rockwell: And we're back...I'm told a GCWA legend is behind the curtain, ready to make an announcement.

Hood: Dynamic Dynamite?

Rockwell: I can't reveal my source...but we're about to find out!

*We cut to Minos who is standing inside the ring *

Minos: Ladies and Gentlemen...here to make a special announcement is none other than GCWA Hall of Famer...Derek 'The Thriller' Mobley!

*The crowd pops! Hood curses. "Thriller" by Scandroid hits as Mobley emerges from behind the curtain wearing a pair of jeans and neatly tucked in polo shirt. Heading down the ramp, he high fives eager fans on the way to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and pops to his feet, snaring the mic from Minos *

Hood: Look at the way he ripped the mic from Minos. What an asshole.

Rockwell: You're really stretching.

Hood: How many times is this guy going to make a 'return' without actually returning? Talk about hogging the limelight.

Rockwell: I don't think this is about a return...I think it's a special announcement. If you'll remember...he gave his spot to Puffer. Depth tried to steal the spot from Puffer. Warrick got involved...now two men are injured with another missing. Perhaps he'll address...well, some of that.

*Derek waits for the crowd to quiet. They do. So, the man speaks *

Derek Mobley: I know...I know what you're thinking...sure Hood has even said it by now...'This guy's back AGAIN?'

*Crowd kinda laughs. Some empathize. Others are like 'HELL YES WE'RE THINKING THAT' *

Derek Mobley: Well, I can't blame you. It seems I've logged more activity during this GCWA run than Mack O'Connor did as champion. But...what can I say, this place is home. Which means, sometimes you've got to give back...help out.

*Crowd murmurs*

Hood: Is he going to address the Puffer/Depth shit or just ignore it like the arrogant ass he is?

Rockwell: Relax. I'm sure he'll get to it.

Derek Mobley: Watching over Puffer these past few months has given me purpose. It took me back to the days when Dean trained me into the wrestler I am today. It's made me want to continue educating the future wrestlers of GCWA. So, having said that...I'd like to officially announce the opening of...

*Before Mobey can finish, "Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits. The crowd shoots to their feet, staring up the ramp and at the curtain. An angry, focused Warrick Hill emerges, marching down the ramp, toward his former partner and best friend. *

Rockwell: Warrick's in the building! He's heading straight for Mobley!

Hood: Well, this just went from shitty to interesting real fast.

Derek Mobley: Warrick. WARRICK. Whatever you're thinking - don't.

*Warrick walks up the steps and enters through the ropes. He marches directly at Mobley, without hesitation. *

Derek Mobley: Seriously. I'd cease whatever plan you've got in your head before it's too late.

*Warrick slaps the mic out of Derek's hand and unleashes a barrage of lefts and rights, sending the GCWA legend stumbling into the corner. He runs a knee into Mobley's gut. Straightens him up and wraps both hands around Derek's neck, choking the air from Mobley's lungs. The fans, at first cheering the surprise, begin to boo *

Rockwell: Get him out of there! We need help out here!

Hood: It may have taken him 20 years but Warrick is FINALLY going to put Mobley in his place.

*Something clicks inside Derek's brain. He reaches up and grabs Warrick's wrists...he forcefully removes them from around his neck. Warrick looks at Derek with shock. Mobley shoves Warrick away...Hill stumbles into the center of the ring, surprised over the raw power that remains within Mobley's spirit. Derek heads Warrick's way with the look of a fighter in his eyes. The crowd is cheering the former champion on *

Rockwell: I think Warrick bit off more than he can chew! He may be the more gifted wrestler, athletically...but Derek's got the heart of a champion.

Hood: Kick him in the balls, Warrick...ya know, assuming he's got any.

*Before Derek can reach Warrick...JOHN E DEPTH hits the ring! The fans yell for Mobley to turn around. He does...right into ROUGH CUT!! Mobley is face down. Depth pops to his feet. He and Warrick begin to stomp the Hall of Famer into the mat. The fans boo! They chant angry things at the two men...but Depth and Warrick appear determined to put an end to Mobley *

Rockwell: John E Depth has resurfaced...and he's just helped Warrick lay Derek Mobley out!

Hood: We haven't seen Depth since Heat Wave! Nice to see he's alright...and getting his revenge on Mobley. Derek should have never chosen Puffer over Depth.

Rockwell: Speaking of...

*The crowd goes wild...the James Bond esque GCWA video for Jack Puffer hits the screen followed by the hard metal cover to the eponymous theme. Puffer sprints down the ramp. Warrick grabs Depth, alerting him to what's coming *

Rockwell: Puffer is back! He's coming out to save Mobley!

Hood: I thought Warrick killed him...or, well, hoped he did, anyway.

*Puffer hits the ring. He pops to his feet. Depth charges at him...Puffer hits him with a right hand. Warrick steps up...Puffer hits him. Puffer switches back and forth punching Depth and Warrick until the numbers overcome him. Warrick and Depth rush Puffer, bullying him into a corner. The crowd returns to booing*

Rockwell: The numbers aren't in Puffer's favor. And, even if they were, I'm not sure he could compete with a man like Warrick.

Hood: He's a kid playing a man's game. Overmatched.

*The crowd pops! Mobley rises from behind Warrick and Depth. He grabs Warrick by the hair and tosses him over the top rope, to the floor. Depth, spotting Mobley coming at him, drops to the mat and rolls out under the bottom rope. Warrick tries to fight back into the ring, but Depth corrals him. Mobley, meanwhile, checks on Puffer...Puffer nods that he's okay...the two men take the center of the ring and stare Warrick and Depth down...who remain outside *

Rockwell: Mobley and Puffer are standing tall, regardless of the sneak attack perpetrated moments ago!

Hood: Mother fucker...can't Derek, just once, let Warrick enjoy a win?

Rockwell: You've got to earn wins in this sport, Hood. They aren't given. If Depth and Warrick want a 'win' they are going to have to take it.

*Warrick shouts obscenities at Mobley, making it clear that he's not finished. Depth yells out, "That's my spot! MY SPOT!" Mobley and Puffer motion for them to step back in...the two men scoff and turn, heading up the ramp. Mobley turns to Puffer and pats him on the shoulder. The fans cheer the two men who stand victorious - for the moment *

Rockwell: Mobley and Puffer have thwarted Warrick and Depth...but I'm sure there will be more to come.

Hood: Depth wants that spot. He feels it should have been his from the start and Warrick, well, he's wanted to knock Mobley off the throne for awhile.

Rockwell: Where will this lead? I have an inkling a match might be in store...at Fright or Flight.

Hood: HEY, NO SPOILERS!


Singles Match
PerZag (11-4) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (9-34-1)

Minos: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall... entering the arena... 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: Word has it Vaughn has been working hard to prepare for facing The Uber Man at the big Outsiders show next week.

Hood: Strange that he even requested a match tonight, much less against PerZag.

Rockwell: I doubt he requested it, but when you're in the GCWA, you take the matches you get!

Hood: Or you claim that you're sick and can't compete...

Rockwell: I don't think anyone has EVER done that here.

Hood: Oh, no, it's just something I hold in my back pocket for whenever I finally want a week off...

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

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

Hood: So Sexy Zag learned the ways of the Janitor this week...

Rockwell: Pretty impressively, I might add. He climbed Ego Mountain, he learned to use a Mopsaber, and he learned the Janitor's Force...

Hood: And he did all this... to face Peter Vaughn??

Rockwell: Yeah, admittedly a bit of an overkill, but DAMN it was entertaining...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So will the ways of the Janitor lead PerZag to victory?

Hood: I don't know, it hasn't worked very well for Vaughn...

*PerZag comes forward, looking almost peaceful with his new knowledge. He steps forward, beckoning Vaughn forward and bowing in his direction. Vaughn returns the bow, having no problems with PerZag's recent representation of the knowledge of Janitors. PerZag starts to circle around, ready to begin... and Vaughn slowly drops to his knees, then falls backwards, putting his shoulderblades into the mat! PerZag, confused, steps forward and checks on him, with Vaughn gesturing for PerZag to make the cover! The fans are not amused, with a few even booing the hometown hero.*

Rockwell: What is Vaughn doing?

Hood: Hell, he's acting smart for once!

Rockwell: Because PerZag's so much better than him?

Hood: No, well yes, but not what I meant. Vaughn's got a mega-match coming up, his best shot at taking the top spot of Outsiders again, and he probably doesn't want to risk injury!

*Vaughn signals again for PerZag to pin him, just wanting this one over with, but PerZag shakes his head. He didn't spend so much time learning from Janitor Zag to let it end this way. He reaches out a hand towards Vaughn, asking him to come up. Reluctantly, Vaughn takes PerZag's hand, getting helped up. PerZag then starts talking to the man, expelling some of the wisdom he's gained lately. Vaughn nods along with it, knowing that he messed up by trying to throw the match. He thanks PerZag for the advice, with PerZag patting him on the shoulder before backing off, preparing himself once again. The two lock up, struggling against each other... for a few moments, until PerZag begins easily pushing Vaughn back into the corner, holding him there until the break.*

Rockwell: Well, at least PerZag was able to save this one from being a complete dud...

Hood: I mean, I can't complain too much about Vaughn's choice, but I'm glad to see PerZag in action.

*The two come out of the corner, with PerZag having released Vaughn back out. They lock up again, this time with Vaughn actually managing to twist PerZag around into a headlock! He has a big smile on his face, but that smile quickly fades as PerZag lifts him up, then slams him down on the side with ease!! Vaughn rolls away, then works to stand up, but PerZag's already on the attack, twisting Vaughn backwards and getting an inverted DDT! He makes the cover... 1... 2... and Vaughn is able to kick out, showing that his stamina has slightly increased. PerZag nods, before stepping backwards and waiting. As Vaughn sits up, recovering, PerZag comes forward quickly, smashing Vaughn in the back of the head with a shining wizard kick!! Vaughn's down again, stunned, with PerZag waiting a couple of moments, as if meditating, before making the cover once more... 1... 2... and Vaughn manages to kick out again!*

Rockwell: PerZag may have learned the secrets of a Janitor, but he's still not taking it easy on Vaughn!

Hood: Why should he? A match is a match, after all...

Rockwell: True, but you'd think there would be a sacred bond between the two of...

Hood: Never! There Can Be Only One!!

Rockwell: You mean like Highlander?

Hood: They stole that from the Janitors... THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!!!

*Vaughn is in the corner now, crawling upwards as he uses the turnbuckle pads for leverage. He manages to turn himself around, only for PerZag to come flying in with a Stinger Splash!! Vaughn hangs limply in the corner, stunned, as PerZag lifts him up onto the turnbuckle, climbing up with him as well. He positions Vaughn perfectly (as he always does), before lifting him up and taking him out with a superplex!!! Vaughn could be out of it, but PerZag doesn't make the cover this time. Instead, he heads back to the turnbuckle, slowly making his way up. It's more out of style than fatigue, as he's making sure that Vaughn has the time to at least partially recover. PerZag gets to the top and waits, looking back over his shoulder as Vaughn is finally stirring, trying to get back to his feet. As soon as Vaughn's most of the way up, PerZag starts bouncing up and down on the top rope... then takes flight, coming off with Pure Beauty (Top-Rope Moonsault Onto Standing Opponent)!!! He floors Vaughn, sending both hard to the mat, with PerZag staying on top for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

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

Hood: Yes! What a move! We don't get to see that one enough!

Rockwell: PerZag has shown repeatedly over his recent win streak that he can win so many different ways. He's hit the Sexy Neutraliser for the submission, landed the Worthiest Move of All on stiff competition, and he's still got Pure Beauty!

Hood: Future World Champion here, for sure! I can't wait!

Rockwell: As for Vaughn, hopefully he survived without major injury, so that he can prepare for his match with The Uber Man...

*PerZag does a quick bow over the downed body of Peter Vaughn before turning and leaving the ring, greeting some of the fans at ringside. We cut away.*



*We cut backstage where we see "Venom" Xavier Lux making his way to the ring, ready for his match against Spruce Goose. Marcus Ka'Derrion walks beside him, dressed in street clothes, giving him a few encouraging words. We see Jones come from the side, hoping to get a quick word before his singles debut. *

Jones: Gentlemen, how are you?

Marcus: We're fantastic Jonesy, thanks for asking.

Xavier: What the fuck do you want?

Jones: Uh, um, *ahem* well, it's a big night for you and I wanted to -

Xavier: Well look what we got here...

*Xavier stiff-arms Jones out of the way and walks towards the other side of the hallway whereas the camera pans around, we see the tag team of the Sports Entertainment X-Press. S.E.X is also dressed in their street clothes, well Marshall is anyway with his cut off Sexamania shirt, and matching S.E.X bandanna. Space Lord, is always in trunks and painted up, makes it hard for him to get a table at a restaurant. Xavier looks up to both men and then steps up to "Thundering" Terry Marshall. *

Xavier: Sports Entertainment X-press is it?

Terry: Yeah, what's it to you brother?

Xavier: Very creative.

Terry: Oh and Venom is? (nodding his head at Marcus) This your symbiote?

Xavier: I don't go by that anymore.

Terry: Brother, I really don't care what you go by, what do you want?

Xavier: Want? Nothing. What I wanted, WAN-TED, was what you and your sorry ass partner here gave away last week.

Marcus: Easy X.

Xavier: Nah, it's cool man. I want to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

*Xavier pokes Terry on the chest as he questions him. Terry looks down at his finger then back at Xavier and smirks, half amused. *

Terry: Hear what exactly? You got something to say, just say it brother.

Xavier: I want to hear exactly why and how you and your partna here got a tag team title shot before us?

*He pokes him again. *

Xavier: How you got a shot that we deserved? I want to know why I a team doing half the work that Marcus and I are doing is getting ALL the rewards! I want to know how you and you partna-

*He goes to poke him once again but Space Lord gets in between the two. *

Space Lord: How about you try to poke me? This isn't Facebook, you can't just poke people.

Xavier: I Said I wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth, not *poke* the *poke* horse's *poke* ass! *poke*

*Space Lord shoves him but before Xavier can retaliate Marcus gets in between the two, holding him back and trying to keep the peace but then Terry knocks Marcus's hand away and shoves Marcus out of the way which prompts him to get into the shoving match as well. Before anything can really go down, GCWA refs and officials come over to break out the possible brawl. Both teams are jawing at each other as Inferno takes a commercial break. *







*Inferno cuts to ringside where the new GCWA World Champion Chelsea LeClair is in the center of the ring with both the GCWA World and North American championships draped over her shoulders. There's a referee nearby, lurking in the background. Chelsea takes in everything that is going on around her, a feeling of surrealness still going through her. Notably, there is no big extravaganza. There are no decorations. No exaggerated displays. It's just Chelsea in the ring with both championships about to express her thoughts on everything that happened last week.*

Hood: Where's the streamers? The balloons? The strippers?

Rockwell: Hood, you're a pervert sometimes. Anyhow, looks like LeClair doesn't need all the special glitz and glamour, she's just here with the fans!

Chelsea LeClair: You know... there were very few people that thought I had a chance last week. I don't blame the pundits at all. The woman that I beat last week... Lissie Hope... on top of the fact that she was steamrolling through the competition from the moment she landed here in GCWA, had already beaten me before... and when I went through that at Warriors of the Ring, it really WAS crushing. For a while, it felt like I had already wasted my momentum from Manifest Destiny. But as it turns out? That wasn't the case at all. I bounced back and I became the North American Champion. I made that history as the first woman in GCWA history to hold a non-women's singles championship and after I had beaten PerZag at HeatWave... I was laser focused on bringing back the respectability to the North American championship that had been lost when "empty wrestlers"... if you know what I mean... hold it. And then I got thrown for a loop with the Beat the Clock challenge and the rest as they say, is history.

Last week, Lissie gave me everything that she had, I will give her that. She gave it her absolute best effort to put me through a whole lot of hell. And for as good as she is, the problem was... there was no way that she could EVER put me through a worse hell than the hell that I've already survived before...

*Chelsea takes a pause, reflecting on the entire journey that has resulted in her becoming one of the unlikeliest world champions in recent memory.*

Chelsea LeClair: Last year in OCW... I was there. I put myself there. I made stupid choices. I was a complete mockery of this business, I will fully admit that. And sure, I spent some time feeling sorry for myself and wishing that none of that ever happened... but once my career finally began to take off... little by little... that disappeared and for everything that I've been through to get here, I know that I stand here today as the GCWA World Champion because I refused to allow sins of the past to define who I am. I refused to allow people like Lissie Hope to define who I am. I know the magnitude of last week! I know that I stunned the world and did what many would consider 'impossible'... but not ONCE did I think that beating Lissie Hope to become GCWA World Champion was impossible. Not ONCE did I let her psyche me out. I remained true to my convictions. I never caved to ONE word that she tried to throw at me because the words she tried throwing at me? It was all just NOISE... just like the whole mystique and aura about her 'invincibility' that was running around here for a while. Knowing Lissie, she'll be back... and she's going to try to put me through hell to get this title back...

But for now... this is all about enjoying the moment... a moment that so many people never thought was possible. This is the type of story that not even Hollywood could script and let me just tell you... the last week has been quite the whirlwind with all the joy and all the celebration and everything in between. This entire journey has taught me EXACTLY what I am capable of when I go out there, give it my best, not allow ANYONE to define and focus on being the best that I can be... and no matter how long I reign as world champion, whether it's a week, a month or a year.... I'm going to do everything it takes to continue to abide by that! I've proven that I'm no one hit wonder, I've proven that I'm no fluke. The fact that I am standing here as a double champion is a testament to that.

So I want to thank everyone that ever believed in me... and I also want to thank everyone that congratulated me. I know what my story means in the grand scheme of things. I know that my story can help inspire the wrestler that could become the next Chelsea LeClair story. That being said though... Mr. Barrows... he approached me, he congratulated me... and he said that there's an order of business that needs to be taken care of. With me being the World Champion... and with a big contender's match for the North American Championship happening tonight...

*Chelsea pauses and signals for the referee to approach her, which he does.*

Chelsea LeClair: ...and with everything I wanted to do for this championship having been accomplished already... it's my duty to hand this over to you... so that the next great North American Champion can be crowned!

*Chelsea hands the GCWA North American Championship over to the referee, effectively vacating the title. She takes in the sights and the sounds of everything as the referee leaves with the title and she's left alone with the world title she won last week.*

Chelsea LeClair: For as long as I have this... I'm going to represent this company as one hell of a GCWA World Champion, you have my promise on that. The REAL journey is only just beginning for me and I don't give a damn who you are... now that I've done what I've done last week... you know that when you look at me... you're not seeing just a pretty face... you're not seeing the old pushover from OCW that was considered an easy win... you're seeing a rags to riches story in this business like no other and I'm going to reign like HELL to keep this with me as long as I can!

*Chelsea tosses aside the microphone and raises the GCWA World Championship over her head with that same determination in her eyes that won her the title last week, before she leaves the ring to the crowd's roaring approval.*

Rockwell: So it's official, we ARE going to have a new North American Champion crowned!

Hood: It had to happen. The World Title is a full-time commitment. But why isn't PerZag out here to accept the belt?

Rockwell: Because he's going to have to fight for it, Hood, same as everyone else!


Singles Match
Xavier Lux (6-1) vs. The Spruce Goose (0-3)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first, standing 6'7" and weighing 275 lbs... from America... accompanied by Memphis Belle... here is The Spruce Goose!!

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

Rockwell: The Patriots haven't done basically anything of note here in the GCWA...

Hood: Well, there's Memphis Belle's splits, nothing to complain about there...

Rockwell: True, but that can only carry the team so long before they need to start getting victories.

Hood: You're kidding, right? How long have Warth of the Storm been here again?

Rockwell: Good point.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 225 lbs... from Los Angeles, California... accompanied by Marcus Ka'Derrion... here is Xavier Lux, Venom XL!!

*The lights start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of Disturbe's 'The Infection'. After the heavy intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as lyrics of the song begin, "Venom" Xavier Lux steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He stands there looking around, indifferent to the mixed reaction from the crowd, but feeling full of confidence at the same time. Ka'Derrion stays behind him, letting Lux have this moment. Venom XL makes his way down the ramp, keeping his focus in the ring, and once he gets there he slides under the bottom rope, quickly jumping to his feet in the middle of the ring. He then runs the ropes to get the blood pumping and then goes to the corner, doing last minute stretches as he patiently waits for the match to start.*

Hood: So is Xavier sober right now?

Rockwell: A strange question, Hood, but I'd say he appears so, yes...

Hood: I just want to make sure, because if he's drunk, he might end up killing the Goose, thinking it's Scorpion...

Rockwell: Xavier is certainly going through some struggles right now, but if he can battle back his demons, he's got a chance at a great run here in the GCWA.

Hood: If he doesn't punch out his own tag-team partner first...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Let's see what Xavier can do vs. the Spruce Goose!

Hood: Check his breath, Goose. If you smell alcohol, run!

*As Ka'Derrion tells his partner to have a good match, Venom XL is already walking forward, still not convinced that this is worth his time. The Spruce Goose puts out both hands, though, stopping Lux as he asks him to wait a moment. Venom XL doesn't look pleased, but reluctantly steps back, as Goose turns and signals for Memphis Belle to get up on the apron. The two turn to the fans, starting up another "USA!" chant! The fans, of course, get into it, although you can't help but think it was louder a few years ago. Still, the GCWA Arena gets loud as the Goose and Belle move around the ring, firing the crowds up to show their patriotism. Ka'Derrion does some clapping along, while Venom XL looks like he's getting more and more angry. The Goose finally finishes, walking back over to Venom XL and offering his hand. Venom XL looks at it, then stares at Goose, who slowly lowers his hand, realizing he may have gone too far. Venom XL then attacks, striking with some forearm shots! Goose stumbles back to the ropes and returns, with Venom XL taking him over with an arm drag, then a second! He then shoots Goose into the corner, running after him to land a splash, continuing the abuse!*

Hood: Venom XL should have joined in the chants. Is he unpatriotic?

Rockwell: I think it's more that he doesn't want to waste any more time. He's here to wrestle!

Hood: And Goose isn't? Wait, don't answer that...

*The Spruce Goose is struggling to stand as Venom XL comes at him again, going for a running European Uppercut. He knocks Goose backwards to the corner once again, with Goose staggering along, trying to use the ropes to keep him up. But Venom XL doesn't let him recover, jumping up around his head to give Goose a headscissors to the outside!! Memphis Belle moves in, concerned for her partner, who's laying in a heap outside. She doesn't get too close, however, as she sees Venom XL already getting warmed up. As Goose slowly pulls himself up, trying to figure out what's going on, Venom XL runs towards the ropes, flipping over the top rope with a pecado onto him!!! The crowd pops at the high-risk maneuver, as Venom XL jumps up, energized by landing the move. Ka'Derrion is nearby, loving seeing his partner rolling like this. He watches as Venom XL gets Goose back up, rolling him back into the ring. Venom XL follows, but turns to the fans for a moment, loving the reception he's now getting. Goose, seeing this, starts to stagger towards his opponent, but Venom XL responds with a Pele kick, sending him flying!*

Hood: We all knew this would be a slaughter. Goose might as well be wearing a Scorpion mask.

Rockwell: You mean like a mask made of Scorpion's face?

Hood: Wait, I thought Scorpion wore a gold mask...

Rockwell: You're thinking of Mortal Kombat.

Hood: Oh, right. Love that game...

*Venom XL isn't backing down, just because the Spruce Goose is hurting. He sends Goose down with an enziguri kick, knocking him to the mat, then heads to the turnbuckle. Without hesitation, Venom XL takes flight, dropping onto Goose with a frogsplash elbow!!! That's probably it, except that Venom XL isn't making the cover yet. He wants more, dragging the barely conscious Goose up and whipping him into the corner, before delivering the Toxin (Picture Perfect Dropkick)!!! Goose starts to collapse out of the corner, but Venom XL stops him from falling. He instead works to lift the larger Goose upwards, getting him positioned on the top. It takes some effort, but Venom XL manages it, lifting Goose up on the top rope... and delivering The Cure (Death Valley Driver) from the top!!! The crowd cheers the landing of the move, as Venom XL finally decides to go for the cover, holding Goose down... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Xavier Lux, Venom XL!!

Rockwell: The expected result takes place, as Xavier really took it to The Spruce Goose.

Hood: I'd definitely say Ka'Derrion oversold Goose as a competitor to Venom XL...

Rockwell: Well, at least it's a singles victory for Xavier, as he moves forward with a chance to continue his momentum next week.



*Spruce Goose is laid out after the match, with Memphis Belle checking in on him. Xavier and Marcus are right outside of the ring about to head up the ramp when two masked man jump the rail and get face to face with them. These aren’t your normal 'masked man from the crowd' type of masked man, no. These are Luchadores! And if you have been paying attention to GCWA's development talent federation (just go with it) known as Outsiders, you recognized these two masked wrestlers as The Malvado Brothers.*

Rockwell: What are these guys doing here?

Hood: They challenging Sins of the Fathers to a fight?

*The two teams are at a stand-off for about 10 seconds until Marcus puts his arm out across Xavier's chest to stop him from doing anything and surprisingly, one of the brothers, let's say Hector, does the same to his partner. The two teams circle each other, switching places.*

Rockwell: Well, that was interesting...

Hood: Damn, thought we were going to get a bonus tag-team match for a moment...

Rockwell: We still might, look in the ring!

*The Sins of the Fathers turn around and head up the ramp as The Malvado Brothers stare them down for a few seconds and then turn around only to be taken out by Memphis Belle with a suicide dive!*

Hood: Memphis Belle flies again!!

Rockwell: These two teams are scheduled to face off at the Outsiders PPV!

*Memphis Belle grabs one of the brothers and throws him in the ring. She then goes to grab the other, but he rakes her eyes, blinding her momentarily. She stumbles away from him, turning her back to him and he quickly shoves her hard against the steel steps. Memphis Belle goes down and the Malvado Brother, let's say Victor, slides inside the ring to help his brother who had been exchanging blows with the Spruce Goose. They quickly over-power the much larger athlete, pounding him down to the mat with kicks and punches. Once he is all but out, they lift him back up, and one of the brothers, let's say Hector, lifts him up into his shoulder as the other brother grabs Old Glory and lays it out perfectly in the middle of the ring. Hector then brings the Spruce Goose into a tombstone piledriver position and stands right on top of the flag. Victor goes up to the middle turnbuckle and then jumps off, aiding his brother to deliver a spike piledriver into the US flag! The crowd (those who care and didn't take this as a good opportunity to hit the concession stand or take a bathroom break) boo loudly. The Malvados pay them no mind and instead, pull out a flag of their own, a blue and white flag that if I tell you the country it is from it wouldn't matter because you Texans don't know geography. They stretch out the flag and then lay it on top of the out cold Spruce Goose. Happy with their work, they leave the ring, stomping a few times on Memphis Belle before heading back through the crowd.*

Rockwell: The Patriots have been laid out!

Hood: And not in the usual fashion!

Rockwell: A despicable act from the Malvados, and we're going to need help out here for The Spruce Goose!

*A medic comes running down to get into the ring and check on The Spruce Goose, as Memphis Belle recovers enough to go see to her partner. We fade out.*







*We cut back to what appears to be a small storage room that's been turned into an interrogation room of sorts. Jonathan Barrows is in there now, looking a bit uncomfortable, as the detective comes inside.*

Detective: Thanks for agreeing to meet with me, Mr. Barrows.

Jonathan Barrows: Thank you for agreeing to meet at the arena. You can see we're extremely busy, after all...

Detective: Yes, but I know you would make extra time in the search for your brother and father...

Jonathan Barrows: ... Of course. Nothing... means more than family...

*Jonathan reaches to his side, pulling out a few files and sliding them across the desk. We can see three names: Shannon Shag-Nasty, Tony Savage, And The Big Bifford.*

Jonathan Barrows: Here are the files I found. These are the guys most likely to have had something to do with Hunter & Ace's disappearance.

*The detective makes no motion to pick up the files. Instead, he leans forward in his chair, staring penetratingly at Jonathan.*

Detective: Actually, I was hoping to talk to you about your own recent issues with your father... ones that left your father involuntarily committed to a nursing home?

Jonathan Barrows: Ahhh... well, yes, but that all turned out to be a misunderstanding...

Detective: You 'mistakenly' had him locked away?

Jonathan Barrows: No, no... look, it was a difficult time, but my father and I have patched things up since then. We've been working together to make the GCWA better than ever...

Detective: And yet, from what I hear, your father was contradicting a lot of what you wanted to do here. He was... in the way, you might say?

Jonathan Barrows: I don't think I like where you're going with this, Detective...

Detective: I'm just covering all my bases, Mr. Barrows. Wouldn't you think that's the prudent course to take?

Jonathan Barrows: You can 'cover' whatever you want, but I don't have time for this. I've given you the files you requested. Now I need to get back to work. Excuse me...

*Barrows gets up to leave, briefly coming face-to-face with the detective before he steps out of the way. Barrows then leaves, prepared to put this behind him, as the detective contemplates the files in front of him, wondering what it will take to get one with Jonathan Barrows' name on it. We cut back to ringside.*

Hood: That just seemed rude. It almost seemed like he was thinking Jonathan might have had something to do with his family's disappearance!

Rockwell: Perish the thought...

Hood: C'mon, you really think he had Hunter kidnapped?

Rockwell: Don't forget, Hunter betrayed him when he helped fake the kidnappings before, to get The Big Bifford reinstated.

Hood: I thought Hunter just had no clue what he was doing...

Rockwell: That's also possible. Honestly, if it means finding Ace and Hunter, I'm fine with the police doing whatever they want...

Hood: Dangerous talk, Adrian. Dangerous talk...


Triple Threat Match
Micheal Graves (0-1) vs. John Thompson (1-0) vs. Justice Orton-Cross (6-6)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and will be a Triple Threat match... introducing first... standing 6'4" and weighing 265 lbs... from Pittsburgh, PA... here is Michael 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.*

Rockwell: Graves got punished for his loss to Warstein last week.

Hood: I'm amazed he can compete tonight, really. His back has to be killing him.

Rockwell: Some people just like the pain, Hood. It probably explains why he's in wrestling to begin with.

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

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

Rockwell: Thompson's fashion choices got questioned this week...

Hood: I kinda liked that jacket he was wearing, but I'm sure it's in the eye of the beholder.

Rockwell: They also paid a visit to Sonic and got some burgers.

Hood: ... Is Sonic a sponsor?

Rockwell: Not that I know of...

Hood: Just checking. Never liked them.

Minos: Finally, making her way down the aisle... standing 5'3" and weighing 126 lbs... from St. Louis, Missouri... here is "The First Lady of the GCWA" Justice Orton-Cross!!

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

Rockwell: Justice's husband has a big opportunity later tonight, so I assume Enforcer is off preparing for his match.

Hood: Yeah, he'd normally be out here watching The First Lady kick some ass!

Rockwell: We saw Justice earlier this week helping out a young woman training with her, Zoe.

Hood: See, that's what's so great about Enforcer & Justice. They're also helping build the future of wrestling...

Rockwell: While also trying to destroy people in the present...

Hood: Exactly! Multi-tasking!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: It's every wrestler for themselves. Who will pair off first?

Hood: C'mon, guys, you know you want to team with Justice!

*Justice and Thompson seem to consider each other, with Thompson admiring Justice's curves. But Graves has no time for it, as he's just wanting to get the fight going! He runs up, slugging Thompson in the side of the head before turning towards Justice and grabbing her by the throat, driving her back into the corner!! Justice fights to get free, as Thompson returns, slugging Graves with two hands to the back of the head! Graves, stunned, gets pulled backwards by Thompson, who gets a headlock takedown, putting Graves on the mat! He holds on, but that leaves him vulnerable, as Justice is back, kicking Thompson in the back of the spine! Thompson rolls away, while Graves tries to get up, only for Justice to run to the ropes and spring off of them, coming back with a springboard bulldog to put Graves back down! She makes the cover, hanging on... 1... and Graves shoves Justice away, having plenty left in the fight. Justice gets up, only to take a jumping knee to the face from Thompson!! She topples, falling backwards, as Thompson turns and grabs at Graves from behind, only for Graves to spin into a Roundhouse kick, taking him down!*

Rockwell: Okay, so nobody is going to work together...

Hood: Gotta love the quick action early, though!

Rockwell: Definitely. Graves really fired this match up with that early attack...

*Graves has Thompson up now, slugging him with a few European uppercuts to keep the man off-balance. Enjoying himself now, Graves steps in and lifts the lighter Thompson into his arms, preparing for a fallaway slam. As Graves turns, though, Justice springs off the ropes, flying in with a missile dropkick that knocks Graves backwards! Unfortunately for Justice, this causes Thompson to land on top for the cover... 1... 2... and Justice breaks it up! She pulls Thompson up from behind, trying to twist his head backwards for an inverted DDT, but Thompson reverses, turning himself around so that he can suplex Justice over! Justice rolls away, as Thompson gets back to his feet, pursuing her. As Justice tries to get up, Thompson moves in, lifting her up and landing an Olympic Slam! Justice is down, as Thompson makes the cover... 1... and Graves is there, kicking Thompson in the back! He quickly pulls Thompson up, readjusting him and lifting with the Final Nail (Crucifix Piledriver)!!!! The crowd pops for the move, as Graves makes the cover, holding Thompson's arms down... 1... 2... and Justice barely shoves Graves to stop the count!*

Rockwell: As typical in a Triple Threat match, you can land all the moves you want on one wrestler, but if the other's still able to get up, you can't get the win...

Hood: Everyone's gotta be knocked out for it to work. The good news is, the way they're beating on each other, it won't be that much longer before that happens...

Rockwell: Yep, we're seeing some top-notch wrestling tonight!

*Justice and Graves are up now, with Justice managing to take Graves down with an armbreaker! On the mat, Justice works to tighten her still-held grip on the arm, working to twist it backwards. Graves, strangely, seems to be enjoying this, asking Justice to keep up with the foreplay. Justice, a little disgusted, releases the hold, getting up to stomp on Grave's back. But Justice's distraction lets Thompson get back in it, grabbing Justice and twisting her down into a sharp DDT! Justice rolls away, hurt, as Thompson gets himself back up, only to be met by some strong punches from Graves. He backs him into the corner, striking away, before going to lift Thompson onto the turnbuckle. He positions Thompson up high, trying to maneuver him into Grave Consequences (Crucifix Powerbomb)!! But before Graves can lift, Justice is back, running straight into Grave's gut with a diving dropkick!!! Graves topples over, with Thompson hanging briefly from the turnbuckle. Justice grabs him as well, yanking him off the top and landing a sit-out facebuster!!! She covers... 1... 2... and Thompson barely kicks out in time!*

Rockwell: Justice wants to prove to everyone that she's not just Enforcer's wife, she's a warrior in her own right!

Hood: The First Lady of the GCWA has nothing to prove!

Rockwell: I know a few women, chief among them Chelsea LeClair, who might disagree with that...

*Graves is back up now, grabbing Justice from behind. He laughs as she tries to fight free, before giving her a gutwrench suplex!! Justice ends up on the apron, even as Graves pulls himself up to go over to Thompson to do more damage. He yanks the man up, taking him towards the corner, but Thompson responds, landing a Pele kick variation to knock Graves away from him! Graves shakes it off and tries to come back, only to step right into Thompson's grasp, as he takes him over with an Exploder suplex!! Graves shakes on the ground, stung, as Thompson pulls himself back up. Justice reappears, stumbling over to try and take Thompson by surprise, but he catches her, giving her a monkey flip that sends Justice landing right on top of Graves!! Justice rolls off, holding her back. Thompson follows it up, grabbing her from behind and delivering a belly-to-back suplex as he hangs on... 1... 2... and Justice escapes! Thompson hops up, moving back to the corner, preparing himself as Justice tries to recover.*

Rockwell: Thompson showing why he's one of the hot free agent signings to the GCWA!

Hood: Always good to have an MMA fighter on the roster...

Rockwell: Do you mean that seriously?

Hood: Hey, I respect anyone who beats their opponents to a bloody pulp...

*Thompson looks to have Justice lined up, as he prepares for a Claymore Kick!! He starts forward... but Graves is there, catching Thompson with a surprise super kick!! Thompson crashes backwards into the corner, with Graves turning and grabbing at the recovering Justice, whipping her into the corner as well! The two wrestlers lay there, hurting, in a stack, as Graves moves to the other side, looking like he's having a blast! He sizes both competitors up and runs forward, leaping into the air for a splash... but both Thompson and Justice slip through opposite sides of the 'buckle, both ending up on the apron as Graves smashes into the turnbuckle!! Graves falls backwards, clutching at his ribs, even as Thompson and Justice both take a moment just to hang on and breathe. They look at each other, with Justice reacting first, trying to come around the turnbuckle post with a 619-style kick, only for Thompson to step out of range! Justice ends up on the apron on the other side, off-balance, as Thompson comes in, trying to set her up for a suplex. Justice fights back, with both going for the same move with no luck. But then Graves is running forward, knocking both off the apron with a sacrifice crash into them!!*

Rockwell: Whoa! We just had a car crash!

Hood: Another one? After TLS/Outcast, I don't think we can afford another!

Rockwell: Which wrestler can recover quickly enough here?!

*Graves ended up hanging on the ropes, slowly pulling himself up. Both Justice and Thompson landed outside the ring. Graves gets his feet down, stepping fully through the ropes. He steps down to the floor, heading over to Thompson. He goes to whip Thompson into the railing, but Thompson reverses, with Graves taking the shot! Graves falls to his knees, as Thompson lines up a sharp kick to the head, only to get caught from behind by Justice, who drops him with a twisting neckbreaker on the outside!! Justice slowly works herself up, wincing from pain in her side. She staggers over to Thompson, hauling him up and trying to get him back into the ring. Thompson fights it, though, scoring an elbow perfectly into where Justice was hurting. Thompson then grabs hold of Justice and lifts her up, throwing her bodily through the ropes into the ring!! The ref moves aside, getting out of the way, as Thompson turns around... and gets blasted in the face by the Poison Mist!!! He falls to the side, completely blinded, as Graves laughs, slipping past him to painfully pull himself into the ring after Justice.*

Rockwell: Damn it! Graves took out Thompson!

Hood: That's what he's supposed to do!

Rockwell: Legally, Hood, not with the Poison Mist!

Hood: You and your rules...

*The ref leans out to check on Thompson, who's turned away from him, trying desperately to clean his vision, but the mist is definitely having an effect. In the ring, Graves pulls up Justice, knowing he's got this one, only for Justice to reverse his grab, instead getting Graves by the head for Lights Out (RKO)!!! But as she drops, Justice gets shoved away, landing near the ropes painfully on her hip, as Graves managed to save himself!! As Justice tries to get back up, Graves is there, lifting her in the air and quickly dropping her with the Grave Digger (Death Valley Driver)!!!! Justice is hurting badly, trying to get up, but it's working perfectly to Graves' plan, as he catches her from behind and lifts her into the crucifix position. Justice kicks her feet, but can't find a way to get free, as Graves sends her down with Grave Consequences (Crucifix Powerbomb)!!! The ref makes the count, as Thompson, hearing it, tries to come in... 1... 2... Thompson dives, but misses... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Micheal Graves!!

Rockwell: Graves gets the win, but this one deserves an asterick!

Hood: Oh, please! He got the job done, Adrian! He just used what he has on him!

Rockwell: You're saying he created the Poison Mist himself??

Hood: Where else do you think it came from?

Rockwell: Probably his pocket!

Hood: He spit from his pocket? That'd be strange, man...

Rockwell: Well, either way, it's still a victory for Graves, winning a big-time match here tonight...

*Graves gets his arm raised, not really caring either way about the conclusion of the match, but happy with the destruction he got to deliver. He turns away... and Thompson leaps in with the Claymore Kick, taking Graves off his feet!!! Graves rolls out of the ring, knocked senseless, as Thompson takes a knee, still trying to get some of the residue off his face.*

Rockwell: Thompson just ko'ed Graves!

Hood: What'd he do that for? The match was over!

Rockwell: Payback's a bitch, Hood...

*The ref gets a towel, giving it to Thompson. He's probably realizing that he missed something important in this one, and is trying to make up for it. We cut away.*



*We cut to outside the arena, as we seen some fans mulling around, probably still hoping to get into the sold-out arena somehow. A few of them can be seen suddenly pointing, as they're moving into the road, blocking some traffic. They've spotted the beaten-up F150 of Outcast, the holder of a Golden Opportunity. Outcast honks the horn a few times, wanting the fans to get out of his way so that he can get to the arena.*

Rockwell: Looks like Outcast is just getting here...

Hood: Well, it's not like he needs to spend much time preparing, considering his opponent is banned...

*The fans finally move, some of them looking pissed they couldn't get an autograph. Outcast starts forward again, trying to get around into the lower garage... and then an engine revs, with a huge vehicle suddenly appearing, smashing into the side of Outcast's vehicle!!!!!*

Hood: Shit!!

Rockwell: Oh, damn!! Where did that come from??

Hood: We need help out there!!

* The camera moves around, trying to get a better glimpse of the damage, as the two vehicles hang there, almost merged together from the sharp collision. The camera focuses in on the side of the larger vehicle...*

Rockwell: The SlamBuss!!

Hood: Oh, hell no!!

*The door to the SlamBuss slowly bangs open, and the driver partially falls out of the vehicle. He stumbles around, showing himself to the camera. The fans give a roar as The Lost Soul makes his way around to Outcast's side of the F150. He pushes at the bent door, managing to pull it aside, and reaches into the vehicle... only to be kicked back out again and sent sprawling! Outcast, his face bloodied from the impact of his air bag, struggles out of the F150, throwing his torn seat belt behind him! He grabs at TLS, trying to pull him up, but TLS shoves forward, sending both men crashing backwards into the vehicle!! They're soon swinging at each other, trying to rip into their opponent!!*

Hood: We've got a bloody brawl!!

Rockwell: Which can normally be entertaining, but these guys have both been in a bad crash! Who knows what internal injuries there are!

Hood: It doesn't seem to be slowing them down!

*The two foes brawl behind the vehicle, as sirens can be heard. Police and an ambulance pull up, shining their lights all around the area, as the furious fight between Outcast and The Lost Soul continues!! Medics, confused, run in to try and break things up, but they go flying as neither Outcast nor TLS are looking for any help at the moment! As a police officer grabs at TLS' arm, trying to contain him, Outcast half-runs/half-limps forward, tackling him out of the startled police officer's arms and taking him to the ground!*

Hood: These guys are going to fight until they bleed out!

Rockwell: Seriously, someone separate them before permanent damage is done!

*More officers show up, wading in to try and separate the two men. GCWA Security has also poured out of the arena, rushing forward to help out. They drag Outcast backwards, who still tries to get back at TLS before suddenly gasping and leaning forward in their grip. They work to lay Outcast down, as TLS is forced to his knees by the police.*

Rockwell: Somehow I don't think the X Division Title match is happening tonight!

Hood: Wait, tell the medics to wheel Outcast into the arena! He just needs to be in the ring for 10 seconds...

Rockwell: Doesn't look like that's going to happen, Hood!

Hood: C'mon! TLS can't get his way with attempted vehicular manslaughter!!

Rockwell: This is wrestling... it's happened before...

*The medics work to get Outcast back to the stretcher, wanting to get him checked out at the hospital. He tries to rise up, but painfully goes back down, even as TLS is moved towards a different ambulance, under the careful watch of the police. Others are moving around the SlamBuss, checking it out, as we head to break.*







*The image cuts to Jonathan Barrows storming through the hallway, looking pretty upset. He's yelling into his phone, not caring who hears him.*

Jonathan Barrows: I want The Lost Soul arrested for this, you understand?? What do you mean, you don't know if you can?? He fucking tried to kill someone!! No, I mean... no, maybe not, but... look, just get rid of him, one way or another! And also, get his belt back! Because as of this moment... TLS is stripped!!

*The fans can be heard booing as Jonathan keeps walking, furious.*

Jonathan Barrows: No, I don't care what we do with it. Being around TLS has tainted that title. In fact, you know what? Give the jobbers a shot. Set up a match next week, and let THEM fight it out for it! Maybe the fans will like that...

*Jonathan hangs up, still steaming. He continues down the hallway, walking right past a slightly-open doorway. We move through it, finding ourselves in the small storage/interrogation room, where the detective is still going over the files in front of him. He's studying a large picture of The Big Bifford at the moment.*

Detective: Yikes. He does make a mean chicken sandwich, though...

*The detective puts the file down as his cell phone begins to go off. He picks it up, thumbing it active.*

Detective: Hello? Yes, this is he... So this tip came in when? Okay... hey, we can't leave any stone unturned... I'll get on a flight to Atlanta immediately... Thanks, you too...

*The detective hangs up the phone, then stacks the folders up and starts to leave. As he does so, he notices a note falling out of one of the documents. Interested, he reaches down and picks it up.*

Detective: Hmmm. I'm betting Mr. Barrows didn't mean for me to see this...

*The detective folds up the note and puts it back in a folder before turning to depart. We head to ringside.*

Hood: What was it? What was the note? Did Barrows just accidentally give the detective his passwords or something?

Rockwell: I'm more interested in what's in Atlanta. What wrestlers are from there?

Hood: Like I'd remember something like that...

Rockwell: Well, hopefully the detective is on the right track, and isn't an Inspector Clouseau.

Hood: That guy was always funny. The original, not the Steve Martin one...


GCWA World Television Title Ladder Match
Tony The Spider(c) (9-4) vs. Enforcer (7-7)

Minos: The next match is a Ladder match for the GCWA World Television Title!!

*A good-sized pop comes from the audience, wondering who's walking out with the title, and if they'll actually be the champion.*

Minos: Introducing first... standing 6'4" and weighing 275 lbs... accompanied by Justice Orton-Cross... here is 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 and Justice walk through the smoke and look out at the crowd. Enforcer raises the World Television Title above his head, to a large wave of boos in his direction. He then walks down to the ring, with Justice behind him. They walk up the stairs on to the ring apron, looking out at the crowd. Enforcer lifts his arms out to the side before stepping through the top and middle ropes. He walks over to the the opposite ring ropes and lifts his arms out to his side. Justice, meanwhile, stays outside the ring, as the referee moves to take the title from Enforcer to get it hung up.*

Hood: It's strange to see the champion introduced first...

Rockwell: Enforcer isn't the champion, Hood!

Hood: He's got the belt, he's had it for weeks, and nobody's taken it from him! He's obviously the champion!

Rockwell: He stole it from Tony when Tony defeated him!

Hood: Now you're just making up history...

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'6" and weighing 190 lbs... from Smalltown, USA... here is the GCWA World Television Champion, Tony The Spider!!

*"The Itsy Bitsy Spider" by The Boogers begins to play, and Tony The Spider comes out to a good cheer from the crowd. He walks towards the ring, nodding to those in the crowd who are wearing his merchandise and making him a little money.*

Rockwell: You heard the announcement, Hood, even Minos knows that Tony The Spider is champion!

Hood: "Even Minos"? That's kind of derogatory towards Minos, Adrian.

Rockwell: I didn't mean it like that...

Hood: Minos is a great guy! You should join the poker game sometime, he really seems to be able to see through people's cards...

Rockwell: That... sounds like a terrible reason to want to play poker with someone.

Hood: Hey, he's an amazing listener, too... just don't stare into his eyes...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Time to finally decide things between these two!

Hood: Yeah, this has gone on long enough. C'mon, Enforcer!

*Tony steps into the ring, staring at The Enforcer. Both men then send their vision upwards, where the title has been raised above them, hanging from the cord. They look back at each other, with Tony suddenly laughing at Enforcer. Enforcer looks angry, stomping over towards Tony, who quickly slides out of the ring, staying out of range. He laughs again, with Enforcer, steamed, coming through the ropes and giving chase! Tony is quick to run away again, racing to the other side of the ring, where he tries to quickly grab a ladder. He can't quite get it, though, accidentally dropping it to the side, then has to move again as Enforcer is closing in. Enforcer stops for a moment, considering the ladder on the ground, with Tony getting his attention by yelling something at him again. Enforcer takes a step his way, with Tony backing up once again... only to get nailed from behind by an apron missile dropkick from Justice!!! Tony crashes forward, as Justice works to get herself up, looking pretty pleased. Enforcer, now smiling, reaches down to grab the ladder as the crowd is really booing now.*

Rockwell: We should have known!

Hood: Yeah, well, Tony messed up Justice's chance for a Golden Opportunity, so I can't blame her for wanting some payback!

Rockwell: She should have been banned from ringside, making this a clean contest!

*As Enforcer is working to get the ladder into the ring, Justice is staying over Tony, holding onto his ankle with a submission hold to keep him down. Tony is struggling to get free, seeing all his hard work get away from him. He spots the ladder going up, with Enforcer already preparing himself to rise up. Tony reaches downwards, desperately, grabbing his fanny pack and reaching inside. Seeing this, Justice immediately releases the submission, going to stop Tony from using his brass knuckles. But Tony wasn't going for knuckles, as he pulls out a small spray bottle, shooting sanitizer into Justice's face!!! Justice falls backwards, shouting, stopping Enforcer from continuing his climb up the ladder. He looks out, seeing Justice in pain, and angrily jumps back down, even as Tony is still adjusting his pack. Enforcer starts to come out, as Tony rises up... sporting brass knuckles on BOTH hands! Enforcer, having not seen it, jumps out next to Tony... who starts peppering him with brass Spider Bites to the chest!!!*

Hood: Oh no!!

Rockwell: We've never seen this before!! Do we call this Kiss of the Spider Bites??

Hood: We call it illegal! Someone help Justice!!

*After landing several shots to Enforcer's chest, Tony stumbles away, looking exhausted. He drops the knuckles, apparently due to pain. But they seem to have worked for once, as Enforcer falls to his knees, holding his chest from the sharp shots he just took! Tony recovers, grabbing for the ropes and pulling himself into the ring. He gets himself up, staggering over to the ladder, looking upwards at the title. He seems a little concerned with how high he actually has to climb, but he sucks up the nerves for that additional paycheck and starts climbing up. He makes it part-way, when Justice is suddenly there, colliding with the ladder!! The hit causes the ladder to fall to the side, sending Tony plummeting onto the ropes!! Justice takes a knee, still working to clear her vision, having taken a chance that the blur was what she needed to hit. She stumbles towards Tony, grabbing him by the legs, trying to get him out of the ring, but Tony kicks her away, saving himself. She returns, grabbing at him, as he reaches into his fanny pack again... this time getting out handcuffs! They're the fuzzy variety, but they still work, as Tony quickly locks the partially-blinded Justice to the ropes!!*

Rockwell: What else does Tony have in that fanny pack?

Hood: I hope he doesn't use those with his wife... I really don't need that image in my head...

Rockwell: Well, maybe it's eliminated Justice from this competition!

*Tony makes his way back over to the fallen ladder, holding his ribs for a moment. Behind him, Justice furiously works on the cuffs, trying to free herself. Tony goes to set the ladder up, getting it into position... and then turns right into an Enforcer charge, with Enforcer sending Tony crashing backwards with a spear!!! Tony rolls in agony, his ribs having taken more punishment. Enforcer gets to his feet, turning and seeing Justice trapped. He reaches down, working for a moment before bodily ripping away the fanny pack from Tony!! He tosses it to Justice, who starts looking through it for a key, before he turns back to Tony and drags him upwards. Tony goes for the eyes, but Enforcer blocks it, grabbing Tony's arm! He then pulls Tony into the air, twisting him around to land a facebreaker knee smash!! Tony falls to the side, as Enforcer brushes his chest painfully, where a few welts from the brass knuckles can be seen forming. He looks furious at Tony having done that to him, turning towards the wrestler rather than going for the belt.*

Rockwell: It seems that this point that Enforcer should be climbing!

Hood: Well, maybe he wants to make sure the Spider is squashed before he heads upwards...

Rockwell: He took too long in their first title match, and it ended up costing him...

*Enforcer has Tony up now, carrying him in his arms as he turns towards the turnbuckle. He lets loose, throwing Tony overhead with a fallaway slam that lands Tony on the 'buckle!! Tony hangs there, struggling to move, as Enforcer gets to his feet. He smirks at the hurting wrestler and finally turns back, making his way to the ladder. Enforcer starts on his way up, ignoring the upset crowd as he makes it halfway up the ladder. The climb continues, with Enforcer reaching the top and stretching overhead, trying to grab the spinning World Television Title. He manages to grab hold, but doesn't see that Tony has gotten up on the turnbuckle! With a crazy yell, Tony leaps forward with his arms outstretched, managing to catch the edge of the ladder and knock it over!!! Enforcer falls to the right, crashing into the ropes... where he gets wrapped up!! Enforcer shakes his head clear and tries to get up, before realizing that he's been secured in the Spider Web!! Tony slowly gets up, walking over to Enforcer and laughing at him... before slapping him across the mouth!!*

Hood: Oooh, Tony's going to regret doing that...

Rockwell: I don't know, Hood, if Enforcer stays tied up, Tony's got this in the bag!

Hood: I meant the slap... he's going to pay for that slap...

*Tony doesn't seem worried, as he's counting on the ropes holding Enforcer for a bit. He goes over, getting the ladder and once again setting it up. He smiles upwards, knowing that his wife and kids will be proud of him today... or at least a little less angry with him. He starts up, making the climb... but Justice grabs him by the leg, yanking him back down!! Tony looks at her in shock, seeing the open handcuff dangling on her wrist after she found the key in the fanny pack. He goes to swing at her, but Justice ducks under it, then grabs Tony by the head, giving him a sitout facebuster on the canvas!! Tony's down, as Justice works to remove the other half of the handcuffs. She unlocks them, throwing them away from her, before turning back and stomping away on Tony, not letting him get up! In the meantime, Enforcer has worked hard to free himself, finally managing to get himself untied from the ropes! He gets to his feet, angrily coming over and joining Justice in stomping away on the champion!!*

Rockwell: And now it's a straight double-team!

Hood: Tony should have had some friends ready... this is all his own fault...

Rockwell: To me, this is just highway robbery!

*Justice hauls Tony upwards, nailing him with a couple more shots. She directs Enforcer towards the ropes, with the two of them stringing Tony up across them before dropping with a double rope-hung DDT!! Tony's hurting badly now, but Justice isn't done. She's still extremely pissed about the spray she took to the face earlier, burning her. As Enforcer brings Tony up, shoving him towards her, Justice leaps... landing Lights Out (RKO)!!! Tony's flat, not moving, as the crowd is really upset now. There's nothing they can do, though, as Enforcer turns and readjusts the ladder before making his way slowly up it. He gets to the top, taking a moment to shoot a cocky smirk at the booing fans before reaching upwards once again. This time, Enforcer grabs the belt and hangs on, managing to pull it loose. He lifts it high in the air, as the bell starts to ring away, signalling the end of this one.*

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

Hood: Yes! Enforcer retains the title!

Rockwell: He's the NEW champ, Hood!

Hood: Doesn't change the fact that he keeps the title!

Rockwell: ... Well, I'm still annoyed at how he did it...

Hood: Everything was legal, which you can't normally say in a Tony The Spider match. The rightful champ is walking out of here triumphant!



*The Enforcer shares a passionate kiss with Justice, raising the title above both of them as the boos keep raining down. This doesn't seem to bother him, but he doesn't look happy with Justice's reddened eyes. He asks if she's okay, which she assure them that she is. But Enforcer doesn't look sastified. He turns back to where Tony is trying to get up, holding his head. Enforcer comes in from behind, kneeing Tony in the gut!! Tony bends over, gasping, as Enforcer quickly lifts him into the air, delivering a sit-out powerbomb to the man!! Tony lays out, hurting, as Enforcer turns and rolls out of the ring. He looks under the apron curtain for a moment, before pulling out a table!*

Rockwell: Oh, come on, Enforcer! This one's over! You won!

Hood: He shouldn't have messed with Justice! Now he'll pay for his crimes!

*The table is slid into the ring, with Justice moving to help set it up. Tony slowly rolls to his side, then continues rolling, heading towards the ropes where his fanny pack is laying, discarded. However, before Tony can get there, Enforcer stops him, grabbing hold of Tony and dragging him to his feet. Tony tries to fight back, but Enforcer doesn't let him, lifting Tony up and giving him a Snake Eyes into the turnbuckle!! Tony's down again, with Enforcer grabbing him by the hair. He directs Justice to bring the table closer... as he takes Tony to the still-set up ladder, starting to pull him upwards!!*

Rockwell: Someone needs to get in there and stop this!!

Hood: Nah, let's see how it plays out...

Rockwell: But he's going to destroy Tony!!

Hood: Life is full of choices, Adrian... Tony made a very bad one, and he's teaching the kids at home by what's about to happen...

*The table is in position, underneath Enforcer and Tony. Justice slips out of the ring, staying out of range, as Enforcer sets Tony in place on his shoulder, positioning him for a plunge downwards!! But before Enforcer can jump off the ladder...*

Hood: What the fuck?

Rockwell: It's Lucas Thames!!

*The crowd cheers loudly as Thames comes running out of the back, storming towards the ring. Justice, looking unsure, turns to Enforcer, who shoves Tony to the side, sending him falling to the ground instead of into the table. He climbs down quickly as Thames slides into the ring, leaping up and charging at Enforcer! The two start swinging at each other, with Thames getting the upper hand due to having not competed tonight. He knocks Enforcer against the ropes, then spins, going for his own Lights Out (Roundhouse Kick), but Justice grabs Enforcer's arm and manages to tug him out of the ring, saving him!! Enforcer and Justice stand on the outside, with Enforcer, recovering, yelling at Thames for getting involved.*

Rockwell: Thames just saved Tony The Spider!

Hood: Why the hell did he have to butt his nose into this?

Rockwell: Thames has always been an honorable man, Hood! He couldn't stand by and watch a man's career potentially be ended!

*Enforcer, looking angry, gets his World Television Title and turns, departing with Justice next to him. He looks back over his shoulder, as if considering going back, but Justice convinces him to keep moving, saying that Thames will get his soon enough. Thames, meanwhile, is checking on a hurting Tony The Spider, making sure he's not too badly hurt. We fade out to commercial.*







*We cut backstage to the office of Jonathan Barrows. He is doing stuff. Do you really care? That's what we thought. Anyways, there's a knock on the door. Barrows looks up from his paperwork and bids the knocker to enter. The door opens and in walks Mike Zybala. He is holding an envelope. He walks up to the desk, hands it to Barrows. Barrows takes the envelope, looking confused.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'm having a pretty bad day, Mike. What is this?

Zybala: Open it.

Jonathan Barrows: But what is it?

Zybala: If I was gonna tell you, I wouldn't have spent the little time and money on that. Open it, please.

*Barrows sighs and opens the envelope. He pulls out the letter inside and reads it. He frowns and looks at Zybala.*

Jonathan Barrows: You could have just asked.

Zybala: True, but I wanted the invite to be formal.

Jonathan Barrows: There's nothing formal about your Outsiders.

Zybala: Also true, but this is like my baby and you giving me the September ppv spot is like a birthday present for said baby. It's only right that you be there in person. I've even had a VIP Box built above the entrance ramp. Granted it's a glorified second floor patio deck, but it will keep you away from the masses and have the best seat in the yard.

Jonathan Barrows: Mike, I appreciate the offer, but I have so much on my plate. With my father and brother gone, plus the company work, I'm afraid I don't have that much free time.

Zybala: I understand that, but it's only one night. I'm sure Deana could pick up the slack for one night. You deserve a night off. Plus, I have a mini fridge on the deck and I'll stock it with whatever you want.

*Barrows mulls it over for a minute.*

Jonathan Barrows: Tell you what. Let me think about it. I'm not saying yes, but I'm not saying no.

Zybala: I can accept that. See ya boss. I gotta get ringside for that number one contender match. Gotta make sure Byson and Brim don't interrupt and I left my baseball bat in the locker room.

*Before Barrows can protest, Zybala is gone. Barrows sighs, opens a desk drawer and pulls out some asprin and takes a few as we go back ringside.*


GCWA North American Title Qualifier Triple Threat Match
Druk Dorji (1-0) vs. Duce Jones (21-10) vs. Shawn Warstein (6-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and will be a Triple Threat match for a spot to fight for the vacated GCWA North American Title!!

*The fans are excited to see this one, as they know it's going to be a barn burner.*

Minos: Introducing first... 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.*

Rockwell: This monster debuted last week with an easy victory over Peter Vaughn.

Hood: He must have impressed the Barrows, considering he's fighting for a title shot here tonight after one match.

Rockwell: The guy's size alone probably got him the opportunity, but he'll still have to beat two of the top wrestlers in the organization to move forward...

Minos: Next, coming to the ring... 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, focusing on the mountainous man standing in the ring waiting for him.*

Rockwell: Warstein is working through some distancing issues with Atara Themis, as well as being upset at the result of the Atlanta/Dallas football game...

Hood: Probably shouldn't say that too loudly around here, the Cowboys fans will come after us. You know they loved it...

Rockwell: Even though the coaching was still pretty awful, plus all those fumbles?

Hood: I've told you before, sometimes all that matters is how things end up...

Minos: Finally, our third competitor...

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

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

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

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

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

Rockwell: Duce and Byson spent some time this week trying to dig a microchip tracker out of Brim's hand...

Hood: Wait, I thought it was in his ass?

Rockwell: No, I think it was his hand, I remember they wrapped it afterwards...

Hood: Well, either way, not a good move to just try to do on your own. They should have at least kidnapped a veterinarian.

Rockwell: Not a doctor?

Hood: Nah, on TV, it's always a vet. They know how to work with those chips under the skin...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So one of these three will be entered into a shot for the North American Title along with PerZag!

Hood: I still don't understand why they didn't just give the belt to PerZag. As the #1 Contender, he should have just been awarded it.

Rockwell: Yes, that's always a great way for title reigns to begin...

Hood: It would have been perfect!

*As the three wrestlers start to get settled in, ready to go... "Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. begins to play! The fans get on their feet, excited, as Mike Zybala walks out of the back! Duce is shown in the ring, stepping up on the ropes, glaring out at Zybala. He walks towards the ring, swinging in one arm what looks to be a baseball bat!*

Hood: Damn it, not him!

Rockwell: For weeks now, Zybala and Duce have been interfering in each other's matches...

Hood: Last week, Duce was banned. Why didn't Barrows do it this week?

*Duce prepares himself, but Zybala instead steps to the side, walking around the ring. Duce follows him the whole way, watching as Duce gets a spare chair from the timekeeper and takes a seat next to him. He smiles at Duce, patting the baseball bat in his other hand. Duce argues with the referee, but the ref can only shrug, having no reason to throw Zybala out... yet.*

Hood: So, what, is this lunatic just out here to watch? Do we really believe that?

Rockwell: Actually, I'm getting late word from the back... Zybala is actually an enforcer tonight! He's here to make sure no one else gets involved!

Hood: Why would anyone get involved??

Rockwell: Well, there's Byson & Brim. And of course, Legacy, who attacked Jonathan Barrows last week...

Hood: Oh. Them. Right.

Rockwell: I don't know if the Professor counts, but I'm sure Zybala will keep an eye on him as well.

*Professor Jenkins looks over nervously at Zybala, who gives him a wave. Meanwhile, Warstein throws a few insults Duce's way, telling him to pay attention. The two wrestlers quickly face off, studying their opponent. Neither look too impressed with the other, as they start to get in each other's face, jawing about getting the facts straight. The two men argue, shoving each other, ready to start swinging... and then they hear the laughter next to them. Dorji is standing there, a large smile on his face as he seems to be enjoying the argument. Duce and Warstein glance at each other... then then both start swinging away at Dorji!! The big man takes a few steps back as the two men work to lay in the shots on the giant, trying to take him down. They both rear back for a big swing... and Dorji grabs BOTH of them by the throat, as he's no longer amused!! He chokes both men, threatening a double-chokeslam, but Duce & Warstein both kick at the same time, doubling Dorji over! Warstein then grabs Dorji by the head, planting an elbow into the back of his neck to keep him bent over for a moment as Duce runs to the ropes and returns... nailing Dorji with a Superman Punch!! Dorji staggers away, shockingly not going down, as Duce & Warstein continue the attack on the big man.*

Rockwell: As always in these matches, we get some strange alliances...

Hood: You have to counter Druk's size quickly in a match like this! Duce & Shawn are veterans, they know to win, they need to cut him down to size...

Rockwell: Plus both men are used to working in teams...

*Zybala has somehow procured popcorn and is munching away, even as he keeps the baseball bat near him. Dorji is back in the corner now, with both Duce and Warstein kicking away at him, trying to drive him down. Dorji finally lands in a seated position, hurting, as Duce and Warstein back themselves up. Duce comes running in first, crashing into Dorji wtih the first part of Duce's Wild (Running Crossbody)! As Duce ends up outside on the apron, Warstein follows him in, hitting a running corner big boot!! Dorji stays down, stunned, as Duce leaps upwards, springboarding off the ropes... and catching a surprised Warstein with a Zig Zag!! The crowd sounds shaken up as well, as Duce tries to make the quick pin... 1... 2.. but Warstein kicks out quickly to stay in the match! Both men get up, with Duce landing several forearm strikes to drive Warstein back into an unoccupied corner, working him over. He then backs off, aiming with his fingers, before running forward with a running cornered Yakuza kick... but Warstein gets out of the way, with Duce getting caught on the ropes instead!! Duce, groaning, can't do anything as Warstein gets behind him, quickly tossing Duce over the ropes!!*

Rockwell: Duce turned on Warstein first, but he's now out of this one!

Hood: This isn't a Battle Royal, you know. Just because he went over the top, it doesn't mean he's eliminated...

Rockwell: I know that... I just meant he's out... temporarily...

Hood: Sure you did, Adrian. It's not because you're getting old and need to be replaced...

Rockwell: Yeah, screw you, Hood, you're older than I am...

Hood: But I'm immortal, you're not.

Rockwell: Huh?

*Duce is on the outside floor, trying to recover, as Warstein does a quick bounce and starts to head for the ropes on the other side. He comes back, charging... and then comes skidding to a stop, laughing at the thought that someone would see him stupidly diving over the ropes and risking his neck like that. The fans give him a good-natured boo, which doesn't bother him at all. He does notice, though, when the boos change to cheers, and slowly turns around to see Druk Dorji getting back to his feet! Warstein nods, knowing he needs to take the monster down again. He runs at Dorji, trying to throw a right hand, but Dorji blocks it, growling, and nails Warstein with a headbutt!! Warstein collapses backwards, stunned, as Dorji turns and catches a returning Duce, who tried to spring back over the ropes!! Duce fights in Dorji's arms, but the big man won't let go, instead bodily slamming Duce into the corner!! Zybala is shown briefly, applauding. Duce hangs there, suspended, while Dorji turns back to a recovering Warstein. Warstein again tries to run at him, but Dorji nails him with the Bhutan Boot (Big Boot), knocking him off his feet!*

Rockwell: Druk is fighting back!

Hood: And the Professor is smiling from ear to ear!

*We see Professor Jenkins on the outside, clearly enjoying himself right now. He watches as Dorji drags up Warstein, keeping him upright so that he can line him up for a big overhand chop! But behind Dorji, Duce has recovered enough to get himself upright on the turnbuckle, leaping off with a missile dropkick into Dorji's back!! Dorji crashes into Warstein, with both men falling forward. Warstein, unfortunately, ended up on the bottom of the pile. Dorji starts to get back up, trying to shake off the strike to his spine. Duce, though, is running in hard at him, scoring the D-Trigga (Knee Strike) to the side of Dorji's head!! Dorji stays up, but looks out of it, enough that Duce runs back to the ropes and returns for a SECOND D-Trigga!! This time, Dorji topples over to his right, off of Warstein. Duce dives in for the cover, trying to hang onto one of Dorji's massive legs... 1... 2... and Warstein kicks Duce in the head from the ground, knocking him off of the pin! Zybala, looking relieved, takes another bite of popcorn as the match continues.*

Rockwell: That was close, Duce nearly took that one!

Hood: I don't know if The Beast of Bhutan would've stayed down, but Warstein knew better than to risk it...

Rockwell: Yep, in a match like this, you don't need to get pinned to lose!

*Warstein and Duce are back up now, but not for long, as Warstein runs Duce towards the ropes, throwing him over! Duce ends up outside the ring, while Warstein turns back to the recovering Dorji. Warstein grabs Dorji from behind, bending him back like for a falling reverse DDT, only to drop it into a dragon sleeper!! He hangs on tightly, trying to keep Dorji from being able to escape the submission, as Dorji's large legs try to pull him back up, rotating around to get his feet under him. Warstein, realizing that things have changed, releases the hold, then rakes the eyes as soon as Dorji looks up at him!! The giant yells out, stumbling away, unable to see what's coming next. Warstein rushes in from behind, yanking Dorji backwards and landing a Backstabber!! Dorji topples over, with Warstein getting on top for the cover... 1... 2... and Duce comes flying in from the corner, planting an elbow into Warstein's back!! Warstein rolls away, as Duce then covers Dorji... 1... 2... and Dorji kicks out!*

Rockwell: Duce nearly stole it!

Hood: A great plan, I'm surprised Warstein didn't think of it...

Rockwell: I'm sure he did, Hood, but Duce almost pulled it off first.

*Angrily, Duce goes after Warstein, landing some sharp punches. Warstein comes back with a few of his own, with the two brawling near the ropes. Duce steps backwards, trying for a Roundhouse kick, but Warstein avoids it, then jumps into Duce with a Lou Thesz Press variation, taking him to the mat! He lands a couple of shots to the chin, stunning Duce, then leans over, taunting him about losing to Jason Cashe. Duce suddenly snaps a punch back up, catching Warstein under the chin, and he turns the pile around, yelling at Warstein that he never faced Cashe. He brings Warstein up, chopping him across the chest! Warstein winces, but comes back with one of his own, with the two men chopping away at each other with vicious strikes! It all stops, though, when Dorji is suddenly back, catching both men by surprise as he grabs both their heads in a double Claw submission, holding them both at bay!!*

Rockwell: Druk is trying to knock both of them out!!

Hood: Those hands are huge! Look at how they're able to wrap around Warstein's noggin!

Rockwell: But can he hold it for both of them at once?

*The answer to that question is quickly answered, as both Duce & Warstein strike out at Dorji, managing to stun him with a double punch to the solar plexus. With Dorji hurting, both Duce & Warstein step in on him, lifting from either side to take him down with a Double Russian legsweep!! Dorji stays on the mat, as Duce suddenly reaches over him and jabs Warstein in the eyes!! Warstein stumbles back, trying to clear his vision, as Duce runs to the ropes and comes back, using Dorji's back to get some leverage for an apparent Superman punch... only for Warstein to somehow catch him in mid-air and spin around, landing a spinebuster!! Duce is laid out, even as Warstein gets back to his feet, seeing that Dorji's still in position for the King's Crown (Kinshasa)!! He lines it up, but gets distracted as two men are running down to the ring... it's Byson Kaliban & Brim! However, Zybala is already running their way, having thrown what was left of his popcorn into the stands in his haste!*

Rockwell: Some people just got free popcorn...

Hood: With Zybala germs added! Don't eat that, people, you might turn all ghostly!

*Byson & Brim are hovering at the aisleway, wanting to get through, but Zybala is now standing right in front of them, swinging his bat back and forth. He smiles, gesturing for the two of them to come on and see his swing. The oblige, moving around to surround Zybala! In the ring, Warstein nods, seeing that the situation is handled. He turns back to Dorji, running towards him... and Duce trips him up, keeping him from landing the King's Crown! Before Warstein can get up, Duce is on him, lifting him into the air and landing the Final Tic 2.0 (Fireman's Carry into Single Knee Facebreaker)!!! Warstein falls to the side, with Duce going for the pin... 1... but Dorji grabs his leg, dragging Duce off of the pin! He pulls Duce up by the leg, looking furious, but Duce spins into an enziguri, kicking Dorji in the chest! Dorji staggers back, trying to shake off all the abuse he's taken in this one. He grabs Duce around the middle, possibly for a bearhug, but Duce responds by twisting Dorji down and landing the Duce of Clubs (Ripcord Headbutt following bt Knee Strike)!!! Dorji falls, with Duce going for the cover... 1... 2... 3, NO!! Warstein breaks it up at the last second!!*

Rockwell: I thought that was going to be it!

Hood: So close!

Rockwell: And now Zybala's brawling with Byson & Brim!

Hood: Hey, I'll take it! C'mon, guys, take him out!

*Zybala used his bat at first to get the advantage, knocking Byson back, but Brim was able to grab the bat, allowing the two men to attack. But Zybala's still fighting back, even as his weapon has been stripped, landing some kicks. Inside the ring, Duce and Warstein are getting up again. Duce catches Warstein with a windpipe punch, causing Warstein to stumble back to the ropes where the fight is ongoing, gasping for air. Duce sees him bent over and runs forward, going for the Krayzed Knee (Running Busaki Knee Strike)!! But Warstein manages to block it, instead giving Duce a back toss overhead that sends Duce out into Byson, Brim, & Zybala!!! They're all down, as Warstein immediately turns to Dorji, who's trying to sit up. Warstein charges forward, nailing Dorji in the head with the King's Crown!!! He covers, telling the ref to hurry... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

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

Rockwell: Warstein pulled it off!!

Hood: And Zybala screwed Duce, again!!

Rockwell: I mean, Zybala just blocked Duce's partners from interfering...

Hood: Exactly! He stuck his big nose where it didn't belong! The son of a bitch!

Rockwell: In the meantime, it took a Duce of Clubs and a King's Crown to keep Dorji down, but he takes his first loss in the GCWA.

Hood: So it's going to be PerZag vs. Warstein for the North American Title?

Rockwell: Yep, at least so far...

Hood: So far??

*On the outside, security has moved in to separate the pile-up of Duce, Byson, Brim, and Zybala. Mainly they're surrounding Zybala, as the other three are still trying to get to him. In the ring, Warstein doesn't seem to care about the chaos, as he's simply pleased with another victory. He walks away from the downed Dorji, as the Professor comes in to check on his asset. We fade out.*


OOC: And that finishes September 2020! Thanks to those who sent in segments, as they do help add to the show as well as to our build towards Fright or Flight. Looking forward to see what comes next over the three weeks before the show!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, October 2nd, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Shawn Warstein vs. Memphis Belle

E.W. Montgomery vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn

Lucas Thames vs. Al Fredo

Blue Thunder vs. Glitter God

Druk Dorji vs. Lissie Hope

Xavier Lux vs. Space Lord

Jackson Hart vs. PerZag

Aaron Warthog vs. Spruce Goose vs. Mailer Daemon vs. Titan Fore, GCWA Unified X-Division Title Fatal Fourway match

Micheal Graves vs. Atara Themis vs. James Raven, GCWA North American Title Qualifier Triple Threat match

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, September 25th to Wednesday, September 30th, 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!