Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*Anyone else having a terrible day? Well, it's time to make it better, by getting to another Friday Night Inferno! That's right, your favorite wrestling show (stop disagreeing with me!) is on the way! So why wait? Let's get past the President having COVID-19 and just enjoy some people beating the hell out of each other!*

*The GCWA logo pops up on the screen, shining briefly before disappearing into the void. A new image then appears, showing us three words: FRIGHT OR FLIGHT.*

Deep Voice: We are now entering the season of Halloween, the season of the witch, the monster, the beast...

*Images of various wrestlers in mid-move are shown, inter-spliced with spooky shots from favorite horror movies. Marcus Ka'Derrion appears to be fighting it out with Dracula. Manny Cotti is being held in mid-air by someone who looks like Jason Voorhes. Chelsea LeClair is ko'ing Jigsaw. The images continue...*

Deep Voice: As the road takes shape for Fright or Flight, what creepy events are on the schedule for this October 2020?

*Jonathan Barrows is shown briefly, his eyes flashing red, before he disappears in a mist, as Jackson Hart & Noah Jackson can be seen bursting into the room, their proton packs ready.*

Deep Voice: All we can guarantee is that... it's going to be a scary ride...

*A flashing jack-o-lantern appears on the screen, flying at the viewers. It slams into the screen, causing a fire that burns 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. Punisher. 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, Chelsea LeClair, appears, showing off her championship as she waits for another challenger. The fury of the flames overtakes the champion, as she disappears from sight. "Legend" from the Score then plays, leading us into the beginning of Inferno!*

"BANG BANG, BANG BANG, BANG BANG, THIS FIRE'S A WEAPON... BANG BANG, BANG BANG, BANG BANG, WON'T STOP 'TIL WE'RE LEGEND!"

*Throughout the flames, images of the various wrestlers competing in the company flash by, some doing their signature maneuvers, others posing for the camera. As the music hits a crescendo, the screen blows apart, and we return to the GCWA Arena in Dallas, Texas! The place is as wild as ever, with some fans in the audience already dressing up as their favorite wrestlers. It's cute for some of the younger ones, but the guy wearing the Lissie Hope wardrobe, well... in this day and age, why complain? We leave them behind to join Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: Welcome to the haunted season! It's time to start getting ready for Halloween!

Hood: Joy...

Rockwell: I know you don't trick or treat anymore, Hood, but don't ruin it for our younger fans...

Hood: You really think it's going to happen this year? THE PRESIDENT just got Corona'd!

Rockwell: True, it's pretty bleak, but I still believe that people will find a way to get out there and give their children an amazing time...

Hood: With disease all around them?

Rockwell: Hell, the whole point of Halloween is to wear a mask.

Hood: True... and I hope it happens. At least either way, we're getting a Horror PPV!

Rockwell: That's right, we're just a few weeks away now from Fright or Flight, and you can expect matches to start coming together in the coming weeks! Later tonight, one such match will take place, as Micheal Graves and Atara Themis will fight to decide who meets up with Shawn Warstein and PerZag for the North American Championship!

Hood: Too bad James Raven decided to run away rather than fight Graves...

Rockwell: That's completely untrue, Hood. He didn't want to get in Atara's way, plus he wasn't going to do the bidding of Jonathan Barrows...

Hood: Who signs his paychecks!

Rockwell: Do they even sign those anymore, or are they all direct deposit?

Hood: Oh, you know what I mean!

Rockwell: Also tonight, in a travesty of justice, four of our weaker wrestlers will face off for the vacated Unified X-Division Title!

Hood: Hey, you don't know how weak Mailer Daemon and Titan Fore are, so don't judge before you see them...

Rockwell: You think they'll be any good?

Hood: Nah. But that's me!

Rockwell: We've got eight exciting matches tonight...

Hood: Wait, I thought it was nine?

Rockwell: From what I hear, neither Blue Thunder nor The Glitter God were able to be here tonight, so that match got canceled.

Hood: Bummer.

Rockwell: But we've still got a lot coming your way, so let's get to the action!

*The screen pops up with the A-List Limousine pulling into the parking lot and the GCWA arena explodes in boos and jeers.*

Rockwell: Oh for the love of...what are they doing here?

Hood: Show some respect, Adrian! Lord Allton went through Hell a few nights ago.

Rockwell: Allton is once again Outsiders X-Factor Champion and the new Number One Contender for the Outsiders World Title. But what a way he got there!

Hood: What a way indeed! Fighting through the pain and proving to the world that he really is the Jesus Christ of pro-wrestling. I hate Outsiders but I fully approve of and fully endorse Lord Allton's attempts to bring some class to what is otherwise garbage.

Rockwell: Not what I meant, Hood! He had Vincenzo and Tank beat down Aaron Warthog -

Hood: Hang on, hang on...did we ever witness Lord Allton tell Vinnie and Tank to beat the fuck out of Warthog?

Rockwell: They work for him!

Hood: Did we SEE it?

Rockwell: No, but...!

Hood: If you can't prove it, you can't prove it and technically it didn't happen. Case closed.

Rockwell: But!

Hood: CASE! CLOSED!

*Watch Me Shine by Fozzy hits and through the curtain step Dylan Thomas, Dave Branson and Lissandra Thomas who is holding a microphone. Dylan and Lissandra are all smiles and is that? YES! It's a smirk on the face of Dave Branson. Dylan and Lissandra are hand in hand and the trio walk out to the centre of the stage as the crowd boos, heavily.*

Lissandra Thomas: Ladies and Gentlemen...

*The boos get heavier and Dylan and Lissandra can't help but grin broadly.*

Lissandra Thomas: I'M TALKING HERE!

*More boos. The Texas crowd knows exactly what Lissandra is trying to do but they are having none of it. She clears her throat and soldiers on...*

Lissandra Thomas: Shut up! Listen, and shut the fuck up! Ladies and Gentlemen, it is our pleasure to welcome the NEW Outsiders X-Factor Champion, new Number One Contender to the Outsiders World Champion and our best friend....

*Lissandra looks at Dylan after those last three words and Dylan emphatically nods.*

Lissandra Thomas: The man who defies all odds... INCLUDING his own disability.... The 'Lord of Dashing' Lord! Alllllllllllllllton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Jesus Christ Superstar hits the speakers, before there is an ear-piercing record scratch to which everyone in the arena reacts to and 'When You're Evil' by Voltaire starts to play instead. Through the curtain steps Tank Terrell and Vincenzo Larossia who are all hugs and high fives with Dylan and Lissandra. Dave merely gives a slight respectful nod. The Family then turn toward the curtain and do the nWo 'Look who's coming this way!' arm thing and finally, FINALLY Lord Allton rolls out in his wheelchair, all smiles with the X-Factor Championship draped over his lap. The boos are nuclear in the GCWA at this point, which Lord Allton and the rest of the A-List laugh at. Lord Allton shakes the hands of Tank, Dylan and Dave before sharing a manly hug with Vincenzo and a rather tender one with Lissandra. He takes the microphone from her and grins again.*

Lord Allton: Hello, Dallas!

*A chant of 'Fuck You Allton!' breaks out and Lord Allton feigns shock and hurt before grinning widely.*

Lord Allton: You hicks are all the same. Fuck you too!

*The crowd boos again.*

Lord Allton: Lissandra, my dear... Thank-you for that lovely introduction. Yes, ladies and gents *I* am your new Outsiders X-Factor champion! I beat a GOD...and I beat someone who was UNDEFEATED in a wrestling ring! Except that....well, he no longer is, is he? Hahahahahaha. Dylan, Lissandra... Boys... if you will please join me in the ring, I have something to say...

*The crowd boos once again and the A-List make their way down the ramp and into the ring. Vincenzo and Dylan help Allton into the ring whilst Dave and Tank lift the wheelchair into the ring and then they help Allton back into it. Lissandra, who has been holding Allton's microphone once again hands it back to him.*

Lord Allton: Thank-you. While there are some people who hate Backyard Wrestling and, in particular Outsiders Wrestling, I joined it because I wanted to make Backyard Wrestling better - make Outsiders better. Give it some class, dignity and make it seen by people as a force to be reckoned with in its own right. Right now, it's a joke - myself and my boys aside, the roster is a joke! Superheroes...Greek Gods... Janitors as World Champion -

*Allton shrugs.*

Lord Allton: At least for the time being - and for fuck sake...Pokémon trainers?! What the fuck, man?

*Allton looks around and every member of the A-List shrugs.*

Lord Allton: It's goddamn disgraceful! The only member of that roster aside from my boys that shows any promise is me! And I'm in a fucking chair! You all should THANK me, not boo me for putting on a wrestling clinic every time that I step through those dirty, disgusting, unwashed ropes. Speaking of dirty...

*Allton looks into the camera winking.*

Lord Allton: Hey Deana... how are you doing, gorgeous?

*The crowd boos again and a 'We Want Barry!' chant breaks out to which, surprisingly the A-List nods along with.*

Lord Allton: If he were able to stand, I would gladly invite him out here and shake his hand again, but... Alas... I -

*Suddenly 'Oh Yeah!' By Green Day hits the speakers stopping Lord Allton mid-sentence and the GCWA crowd loses their shit! The cheers are deafening and the A-List look on petrified. A few seconds longer and eventually a miniature Barry pops out from behind the curtain and storms down to the ring causing the GCWA crowd to boo nuclear again. Mini Barry walks up the steps and into the ring and looks steely eyed at Allton. Allton and the rest of the A-List are doing their best to contain their laughter.*

Lord Allton: Wow...wow Barry. I know we went to war the other night but I didn't realise that I knocked that much stuffing out of you. What do you reckon Dylan? He's lost about... 2ft?

*Dylan laughs. Mini Barry looks less than impressed.*

Lord Allton: I proved last night Barry that you were always destined to lose, eventually... to come up... just that little bit...short.

Rockwell: Oh my God....

Lord Allton: But seriously, Barry I wanted to let you know that I thank-you for the other night, I couldn't have done it without you after all and...

*Allton briefly pauses as the crowd boo some more and Mini Barry looks on, confused.*

Lord Allton: I wanted to give you a...going away present. Boys?

*Tank and Vincenzo step forward and punch Mini Barry a few times, double teaming him. Vincenzo grips hold of Mini Barry, hitting a LF-DDT!*

Rockwell: For God's sake! When does this end?!

Hood: Hey, Barry has to learn his place - and his place wasn't in the A-List.

Rockwell: Damn it Hood! That isn't Barry!

Hood: Are you sure? It looks like him! Just...even smaller. Maybe Allton really did cut off some height.

*Mini Barry is out, completely but Tank is not done. He easily picks up Mini Barry, lifts him into a gorilla press and unceremoniously throws him from the ring. Allton, Lissandra and Dylan all wave.*

Lord Allton: Goodbye Barry! It was nice knowing you!

Rockwell: The A-List have sunk to a new low and Lord Allton is an evil abhorrent human being! This is disgraceful!

Hood: This was fantastic!

Singles Match
Memphis Belle (0-4) vs. Shawn Warstein (7-1)

Minos: Our first contest is scheduled for one fall... coming out first, standing 5'7" and weighing 140 lbs... proudly hailing from America... accompanied by the Spruce Goose... here is Memphis Belle!!

*"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: These two came up just short at Controlled Chaos, as the Malvados became the new Outsiders Tag-Team Champions.

Hood: It's gotta suck, blowing one of your biggest chances at becoming a champ, and then having to fight someone like Warstein...

Rockwell: Well, we'll see if the motivation is still there for Memphis at this point...

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

*"Centuries Remix" by Fallout Boy feat. Juicy J starts to play. Shawn Warstein walks out of the back, looking more stoic than normal. He walks down the aisle, barely looking towards the fans as he heads to the ring.*

Rockwell: Warstein earned himself a shot at the North American Title last week.

Hood: Yeah, but tonight, he's got to beat up a blondie...

Rockwell: I doubt her hair color has anything to do with Warstein's fighting style tonight...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So once again a Legacy member is in the opening match of Inferno.

Hood: Probably just a coincidence.

Rockwell: It seems like something Jonathan Barrows would definitely do intentionally, Hood.

Hood: Hey, at least the guy has a match, right? He's getting paid... just not as much...

*Warstein stays leaning against the corner, waiting, as Memphis Belle and The Spruce Goose do their normal 'warm-up', getting the crowd to chant "USA!" for a minute or so. The Spruce Goose then wishes Memphis Belle good luck and jumps down to the outside, as she turns back to Warstein. She's ready to go, hopping back and forth, as Warstein slowly gets up and approaches her. She puts out a finger, though, warning him again about trying anything with her. She's a proper American girl, after all. Warstein's eyes narrow at this comment, and as Memphis comes in for the lock-up, Warstein gives her a knee to the gut! With Memphis doubled over in pain, Warstein immediately yanks her easily up into the air, twisting her around into a powerbomb position, before running forward and giving her a Buckle Bomb!!! Memphis Belle collapses into the corner, in tremendous pain, as the Spruce Goose looks on in complete shock at what just happened! But Warstein doesn't stop there, getting some room before running forward with a running corner big boot!!*

Hood: I think Memphis might have said the wrong thing...

Rockwell: Warstein doesn't like someone telling him what to do, especially from a wrestler he doesn't know.

Hood: She was just giving him a warning, it's the Me Too era still, after all!

*Memphis Belle is down now, partially hanging through the ropes, looking completely out of it. Warstein comes around from the other side, grabbing Memphis by the hair to start pulling her back in. Seeing this, the Spruce Goose tries to grab her arm, playing tug-of-war for a moment... only for Warstein to drag Goose partially into the ring as well! Before Goose can react, Warstein turns and drops an elbow right on his back! Goose rolls back out of the ring, hurting, as Warstein gets back up and turns to Memphis once again. As she struggles up, Memphis is met by a grab and a spinning Falcon Arrow!! She doesn't appear to have much fight left, as she is barely able to roll onto her stomach. She still has the American spirit, though, and fights to slowly rise up. Unfortunately, this is just what Warstein was wanting (alliteration!), as he runs forward, nailing Memphis with the King's Crown (Kinshasa)!! No chance Memphis is getting up now, with Warstein making the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: I don't know that Warstein got the fight he was wanting here tonight...

Hood: No, but he got to beat the hell out of someone, so maybe that will be enough.

Rockwell: Legacy starts out 1-0 once again, with a strong victory from Warstein! Can Hart and Atara do the same later?

*The Spruce Goose slowly comes back into the ring, checking on Memphis. He looks upset at the departing Warstein, who has no time for his complaints. We fade out.*

*GCWA.Com Exclusive Last week following the Television title match Enforcer stormed into his locker room with the TV title belt on his left shoulder. Justice Orton-Cross follows him into the locker room.*

Enforcer: The audacity of this man!!! The audacity of that faux icon Lucas Thames to stick his nose in my business!! Big mistake Mr. Thames. It is people like you that is what is wrong in this business. Now, you will pay, I assure you. Take that as a threat, promise, spoiler, wishful thinking, whatever. I exterminated that freak Tony the Spider. Someone so dumb he named his kids Tony, Toni, Tone. GCWA and the world is better off without Tony around yet here comes a wannabe savior himself, Lucas "Freakin" Thames, to save the day like he is some Mighty Mouse rip off. So, I have dealt with the Spidy man now I have to deal with you, Mr. Thames, and I damn sure will. You can believe that.

*Enforcer drapes the TV title belt on a chair and walks away.*

Rockwell: It looks like Enforcer's not forgiving Thames for keeping him from removing Tony The Spider...

Hood: Hard for me to forgive him, either...

Rockwell: We'll see if Thames has a response later tonight after his match...

Singles Match
E.W. Montgomery (0-0) vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (9-35-1)

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

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

Rockwell: Vaughn won the Outsiders World Championship this past Wednesday over The Uber-Man, becoming the only three-time World Champ there.

Hood: I mean, it's still Outsiders. But congrats to him all the same.

Rockwell: You have to think Vaughn is going to concentrate more on Outsiders after tonight's match.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'5" and weighing 337 lbs of pure hoss... making his GCWA debut... from El Dorado, Arkansas... here is E.W. Montgomery!!

*The lights in the arena go completely black as the opening thundering drums of "Kong at the Gates" by the Misfits begins to echo throughout the entire arena. A single spotlight shines down upon the entrance portal where the massive hoss E.W Montgomery is now standing with his arm in the air getting a response from the crowd. A long stream of brown spit flies from the mouth of the big hoss as he begins his march towards the ring. With his cheek puffed out with as much chew as a human being possibly could shove in there some of the juice leaks down his lips as two members of security help guide the nearly blind 6 foot 5 inch monster towards the ring. Even with the help, Montgomery still manages to bump into a few things before finally being able to get him into the ring with help from the ring ropes. Montgomery tosses his hat as far into the crowd as he possibly can as he begins to yell loudly towards nobody in particular. As his music begins to fade and the house lights come back up, Montgomery spits out his wad of chewing tobacco into his hand and dumps it to the outside of the ring -- possibly saving it for later.*

Hood: That's just gross... and if Montgomery does what he said he's going to do to the Janitor, who's going to clean that up??

Rockwell: Montgomery teased acting more refined, but it just doesn't suit him. He's been a fighter all his life, using whatever weapons he can get.

Hood: Unfortunately for him, this isn't a Hardcore match.

Rockwell: I just hope he knows that...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: This should be an interesting one. We've got one of the oldest wrestlers to ever debut in the GCWA, vs. the ever-present Janitor!

Hood: Is it me, or does Montgomery have a bit of an issue with his vision?

Rockwell: He actually is mostly blind, which you would think would make it tough to wrestle...

*Montgomery steps out of the corner, grinning, ready for a good old-fashioned brawl. He immediately grabs at his opponent, draging him in close, preparing to nail him with some right hands. However, Peter Vaughn starts yelling from the side, not wanting to see the referee get creamed. Vaughn's a good guy like that. Montgomery, realizing his mistake, releases the terrified referee and mumbles a quick apology before turning and daring Vaughn to come to him. Vaughn does so, running in and ducking under Montgomery's first swing. He jumps up, trying to grab the larger wrestler to take him down with the Wax On, Wax Off (Zig Zag)!! But Montgomery shoves him away, causing Vaughn to crash down on his own! Vaughn starts to pull himself up, turning away from Montgomery, who comes in from behind at the blurry shape and swings in with his Kali-Ma! (Heart Punch) But since Vaughn is facing away, the punch lands in Vaughn's spine instead, sending Vaughn falling forwards with a scream! Montgomery smiles, knowing he made contact as he moves slowly over towards his prey.*

Hood: I hope Montgomery stays inside the ring...

Rockwell: His vision nearly cost the referee a beating, which would have cost Montgomery the match...

Hood: Vaughn's such an idiot. I would have let him swing away!

*Vaughn is trying to get up, aching, as Montgomery comes over towards him, jumping up for a big boot to the face! But Vaughn is able to side step the strike, avoiding a kick that would have likely put him out on the mat. He staggers away, looking around for a means of escape, as Montgomery turns his way, squinting in his direction. He yells at the Janitor to stop running and take his beating like a man. Montgomery then reaches into the pocket of his shirt... pulling out what looks to be a fork! Vaughn's eyes go wide as he retreats further back, not wanting to get cut up right before his title match. The referee orders Montgomery to put the weapon away, although he's keeping a healthy distance from Montgomery as well. Montgomery, disappointed, puts the fork back away, sighing at not being able to carve Vaughn's forehead open like the old days.*

Rockwell: There haven't been many occasions in GCWA history when a fork has played a role in a match...

Hood: I know Vaughn's a goody-goody geek, but even I don't want him to be treated like a prime rib!

*Montgomery staggers after Vaughn, telling him to get his ass over there. Vaughn, though, decides to be proactive, jumping up onto the turnbuckle... and leaping at Montgomery with a missile dropkick!! He hits dead on target, sending Montgomery staggering back a few steps. But Montgomery almost immediately shakes it off, to the shock of Vaughn, who thought he would have more time. He rushes in, jumping up onto Montgomery's shoulders for an attempt at a hurricanrana! But Montgomery catches Vaughn on the spin, lifting him back up before delivering the Cattlebuster (Spike Slam)!!! Vaughn's dazed as he tries to get up, looking like that one really knocked him for a loop. The referee is quick to back to the side, making sure to stay behind Montgomery, as he lines up his shot. He comes forward, nailing Vaughn with Welcome To The Slaughterhouse (Charging Lariat)!!! The strike nails Vaughn in the shoulders, causing him to do almost a 420 flip!!! Montgomery lets out another yell before dropping onto The Janitor, making the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos:Here is your winner... E.W. Montgomery!!

Rockwell: It wasn't pretty, but that's not the way Montgomery fights.

Hood: Guy's pretty scary for a guy pushing the big 5-0...

Rockwell: Who knows? This might be the time for one final big run for the man!

*Montgomery stands over the fallen Janitor, considering him (and possibly thinking once again about the fork in his pocket). But since the match is over, Montgomery settles for standing over his opponent with his arm in the air, getting a small but strong cheer from the crowd.*

*We go to Jonathan Barrows office. He's going over all the info and theories about his father and brother's abduction. He so vested in this that he doesn't hear the knock at his door. A moment passes and another polite knock, and still no reaction from Barrows. It isn't until whoever it is pounds on the door that Barrows is stirred from his investigation. He calls for whoever to enter. The door opens and in walks a smiling Mike Zybala. He is holding a folder and grinning from ear to ear. He walks up to the desk and hands the folder to Barrows. He takes it hesitantly.*

Jonathan Barrows: Mike, I'm really busy. What is this?

Mike Zybala: The numbers from Controlled Chaos. I was gonna tell you, but figured bring this to you for proof. 1,000 in attendance, 210,000 ppv buy rate and a 4.6 rating!! Not GCWA numbers, but Jesus Christ! That's better than I expected!

Jonathan Barrows: I'm happy for you Mike, but what does that have to do with me?

Mike Zybala: EVERYTHING!! You ran commercials! You promoted the show during Infernos! You gave us the air time! This wouldn't have happened without you!

*Zybala reaches into his pocket and pulls out a checkbook. He takes a pen from Barrows' desk and writes a check. He tears it from the book and hands it Barrows.*

Mike Zybala: I figure this would be a fair percentage for GCWA's help in this endeavor?

*Barrows takes the check and looks at it. He looks a little surprised at how much it is, considering it was an Outsiders PPV.*

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

Mike Zybala: Just know that you helped Outsiders survive!

*Zybala walks off, happy, as Barrows sits back and thinks about what he's done. After a look of concern crosses his face, Barrows looks back at the check, shrugs, and puts it in his pocket.*

Singles Match
Al Fredo (0-5) vs. Lucas Thames (10-4)

Minos: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall... making his way to the ring... standing 6'5" and weighing 260 lbs... accompanied by Link Greenie and Manny Cotti of the Impasta Mafia... here is Al Fredo!!

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

Rockwell: The Mafia hasn't fared well in the GCWA as of late. We'll see if that changes this week...

Hood: Yeah, they haven't had very long matches, but from what I understand, that's not the goal, anyway. They get their paychecks, giving them banking information, and, well, they work with that...

Rockwell: So they're using the GCWA as a money laundering operation?

Hood: You didn't hear that from me. Snitches get stitches...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 245 lbs... from Detroit, Michigan... he is the current holder of a Golden Opportunity contract... here is Lucas "The Icon" Thames!!

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

Rockwell: Thames has been dealing with his missing future father-in-law recently, who may have been kidnapped by loan sharks...

Hood: Maybe a sign to call that wedding off, huh, Lucas?

Rockwell: He loves Josie, Hood, so no, it's not a sign. The point is that Thames is not very happy with the criminal element right now, which makes a match against an Impasta Mafia member... dangerous...

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: Well, we'll see what...

Rockwell: Ooh, and here we go!

*Right after the bell finishes, Thames is already moving forward rapidly towards Al Fredo, who wasn't ready for the charge. Thames takes him down, landing a Lou Thesz Press, and just starts slugging away at the man! The fans are loving it as Thames uses his MMA skills to do a number on his opponent! Cotti and Greenie both look stunned, watching as Thames drags Fredo up, only to take the large wrestler back over with a Snap Dragon Suplex!! Fredo rolls away, as Cotti, upset, slides into the ring to help his Mafia member out. Thames doesn't even let the ref get involved, immediately grabbing Cotti and taking him over with a Snap Tiger Suplex!! Cotti rolls away, as Greenie jumps up on the apron, only for Thames to send him flying with Lights Out (Roundhouse Kick)!! The crowd is loving every strike as Thames turns back to a recovering Fredo, locking onto him and planting him with the Iconizer (Leg-Assisted Neckbreaker)!!! Fredo's down, with Thames immediately grabbing hold and putting him into All It Takes Is Five Seconds (Anaconda Vice)!!! Fredo struggles for a couple of seconds, then desperately taps out, with the ref signalling for the bell!!*

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

Hood: Well, THAT didn't take that long!

Rockwell: Thames was looking to do some damage, and he made it count, forcing Fredo to tap out!

Hood: But here comes Cotti again!

*As Thames stands up from the downed Fredo, Cotti tries to springboard in, leaping at Thames. But Thames sidesteps him, with Cotti landing on his feet... and Thames takes him down with You Either Tap Or You Break! (Rolling Knee Bar/Ankle Lock)!!! Cotti is immediately screaming in Italian, shouting all sorts of curses, before tapping on the mat as well!! Thames immediately releases, getting back up and looking out at where Link Greenie is still laying, wanting no part of a submission hold from the Icon.*

Hood: Two tap-outs for the price of one!

Rockwell: Thames is really on a roll right now!

Hood: Yep, I wouldn't want to be matched against him, not that I'd ever wrestle...

*After the match, Lucas climbs out of the ring and asks for a microphone whilst retrieving his Golden Opportunity briefcase. He then climbs into the ring, taking a few moments to catch his breath, making eye contact with the camera.*

Lucas Thames: Enforcer... I know you can hear me right now. So I ask you to take note of what I'm about to say...

*Lucas briefly pauses.*

Lucas Thames: You've been a thorn in the side of Tony Webb for some time now. And yes... you can claim all you want that he's the one that started it... but is that really any reason to attack everyone's favourite Spider, week in and week out? That's why I got involved last week. I wasn't about to see you end a man's career because you threw your toys out of your pushchair... again. Luckily, to all the fans that wish to know... Tony is doing much better now.

*The crowd cheer slightly.*

Lucas Thames: Well Enforcer...

*Lucas begins to pace with the camera following his every move.*

Lucas Thames: No disrespect to Tony but... ever since becoming the Television Champion, you've had a fairly easy ride since beating Ryot for the title. You know damn well that Webb has no chance of beating you so, you've been making sure to beat him senseless time and time again. Does that make you feel happy, Enforcer? Make you feel warm and fuzzy inside?

*Lucas stops pacing and once again looks straight into the camera. There is a level of intensity there, not seen from Thames in some time. There's fire there - and Lucas is trying his hardest to hold in his anger.*

Lucas Thames: Enforcer...

*Lucas lifts his Golden Opportunity briefcase in the air.*

Lucas Thames: This 'Golden Opportunity' is my Golden Ticket to practically any title of my choosing. So, since you like throwing your weight around so much, acting like the big man on campus - the resident bully - let's see you do something that you haven't been able to do yet. Let's see you try and bully me! Let's see you beat me, Anthony. I'm making it official. I'm cashing in my Golden Opportunity briefcase in... AGAINST YOU!

*Lucas throws his microphone to the floor and leaves the ring to a chorus of cheers.*

Rockwell: Thames is going to cash in! But when?

Hood: Man, Thames vs. The Enforcer! Sounds like a hell of a PPV match to me!

Rockwell: Could be, Hood, could be...

*The fans are cheering for The Icon as we break away from ringside to head to commercial.*

*We cut to a local barbershop. Jack Puffer leans forward, staring into the personal mirror belonging to his favorite chair. His go-to barber is busy cleansing the recently used utensils. Puffer eyes his hair and rubs his freshly shaven face. With a nod and a wink he states *

Jack Puffer: Great job, Gerald. You're still the best in the business.

*Gerald continues washing the utensils. Puffer winks at his reflection *

Jack Puffer: Looking good, Jack. Money's on the table, Gerald. Don't take that to mean I view this as a sexual favor...even if the ordeal was teetering on the line of euphoria.

*Puffer laughs at his own joke. Gerald continues cleaning. He doesn't exactly like Jack, but the Good Detective does pay well and comprises, like, 20% of his customer base. Puffer struts toward the front door. He pauses, eyeing a jar of mints *

Jack Puffer: Don't mind if I do.

*A bell chimes. Someone has entered the barbershop. This comes as a surprise to Gerald. The door rarely opens between the hours of 9am and 5pm. His eyes widen *

Gerald: Uh, Mr. Puffer.

*Jack throws a mint into his mouth, sucking like a pro *

Jack Puffer: What?

*Jack asks with a full mouth. Gerald points. Jack turns and spots John E Depth standing at the entrance. He, like Gerald, is taken aback by this startling development. Depth is carrying a bat *

Jack Puffer: Whoa.

*Fight or Flight...two options. His initial instinct is Flight. But, Puffer has to man up. If he wants to retain his spot in GCWA he needs to eradicate all jobber-like tendencies. He puffs his chest out and spits the mint at Depth *

Jack Puffer: Let's go.

*Depth takes a wild swing. Puffer ducks and slams an elbow into Depth's gut. Gerald lets out a horrific shriek before turning toward the door in the back. Depth brings the end of the bat crashing down into Puffer's spine. Puffer winces, arching his back and staggering into one of the four hair stations. Why Gerald has four, nobody knows. Depth takes a wild swing, demolishing most of the stand. Puffer stumbles away, reaching for his bruised spine. He spots Gerald unlocking the back door. Suddenly Flight sounds like a solid idea *

Gerald: Dadgum lock...c'mon! I ain't opened this door in months.

*He finally jiggles it open. Instead of freedom, his face crams into the giant, hulking chest of Warrick Hill. Gerald looks up with petrified, dilated pupils. Warrick grabs him and tosses him into the side of the small barbershop. He impacts with a loud crash and goes silent. Warrick marches toward Puffer. Puffer turns...Depth is stalking him with the bat. It doesn't look good. Puffer swallows hard and raises both fists *

*We cut outside the barbershop. *

*CRASH! BANG! SMASH! CRUSH! LOTS OF LOUD, DESTRUCTIVE NOISES! The front, glass door is shattered. Depth kicks it open with Warrick behind him. He holds a blood stained bat while wearing a satisfied grin. *

John E Depth: Looks like we put that asshole out of business.

Warrick Hill: Which one?

*They laugh and head out leaving the demolished barbershop and the two injured people inside of it behind. We cut back to the Inferno feed *

Hood: That was horrible!

Rockwell: I'm surprised you feel that way, Hood...

Hood: Where am I going to get my hair cut now??

GCWA Unified X-Division Title Fatal Fourway Match
Spruce Goose (0-4) vs. Aaron Warthog (5-24) vs. Mailer Daemon (0-0) vs. Titan Fore (0-0)

Minos: The next match is a Fatal Fourway, and will be for the vacated GCWA Unified X-Division Title!!

*For once, a title announcement isn't well-received, as there are a lot of boos in the audience. Minos, knowing it's not for him, takes no offense.*

Hood: You'd think these ungrateful fans would be happy to get a title match here tonight!

Rockwell: Not when it's stealing the belt from the true champion!

Minos: Introducing first... standing 6'1" and weighing 330 lbs... from Charleston, South Carolina... here is Aaron Warthog!!

"Everyone Knows I'm Hog Wild!"

*Hank Williams Jr starts the intro as the fans all turn to look at the entrance. The heavyweight known as Aaron Warthog comes out, clearly hurting badly as he limps down the aisle. However, he's still here, refusing to turn down a paycheck even if it would be in his own best interests.*

Rockwell: Warthog took a couple of brutal beatings from the A-List at Controlled Chaos, so he's really in no shape to compete tonight.

Hood: And yet he's out here anyway. Well, a title IS on the line, and the rest are scrubs, so I suppose I could see it...

Minos: Next... standing 6'6" and weighing 272 lbs... from America... here is The Spruce Goose!!

*"Stars And Stripes Forever" begins playing. The Spruce Goose comes out on his own, limping slightly from the pain he's still feeling in his back. He still heads for the ring, ready to compete.*

Rockwell: As if the odds weren't already against The Spruce Goose, he took some abuse earlier...

Hood: I guess Memphis Belle is in the back with an icepack on her head. I wonder if I should go check on her...

Rockwell: Take a seat, Hood.

Minos: Entering third... standing 6'3" and weighing 235 lbs... making his GCWA Debut... here is Mailer Daemon!!

*The crowd looks thrown as the Mailer Daemon walks down to the ring.*

Hood: What... the... fuck...

Rockwell: Well, this is certainly a unique individual...

Hood: Is he related to Major Helmet somehow?

Rockwell: I can see the resemblance, but as far as I know, he's not...

Minos: And finally, also making his GCWA debut tonight... standing 6'1" and weighing 228 lbs... here is Titan Fore!!

*Another wrestler that the fans have never heard of, as they watched the masked man head to the ring.*

Rockwell: No clue on this guy, either, but before you ask, he's not Titan 3's son.

Hood: Well, that's a relief... although it'd be cool for Titan 3's kid to wrestle here someday...

Rockwell: Oh, certainly. That's be awesome...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So as horrible as it is to believe, one of these men is leaving with the Unified X-Division Title...

Hood: I mean, if I have to pick, I think I'm going with Warthog. Guy has been put through the ringer here, he might as well get a title...

Rockwell: True, but we have two major unknowns in this contest, and Warthog & Goose both don't do well with newcomers...

*Goose stays to the side, watching the two newcomers closely, wondering what potential they have. Neither seems to be interested in getting started too quickly, staring back at Goose before looking at each other. Suddenly, Aaron Warthog stumbles out of his corner, looking at all three men. He walks towards the center, ready to fight... or just collapse, as his body just can't do it. Warthog lays there in the middle of the ring, not moving, as all three wrestlers stare at him. Goose reacts first, running over to drop for the pin... 1... 2.. and Mailer Daemon yanks him off and makes the cover himself... 1... and Titan Fore pulls him backwards by his legs, then dives over him for the cover... 1... 2... and Goose stops it, yanking backwards on Titan Fore to get him off the pin!*

Rockwell: That's not quite the start we were expecting...

Hood: If one of them could have gotten the 3 count, Adrian, they're a champion just like that!

Rockwell: True, for these guys, that might be for the best...

*The ref moves in to check on Warthog, to see if there's any way he can continue in this contest. In the meantime, Goose has Mailer Daemon in a headlock, hanging on and looking extremely proud to have locked on an offensive move. It only lasts a minute, as Mailer Daemon lifts and suplexes him back, throwing Goose back into the corner! Daemon gets up, but Titan Fore swings away, landing a gliding shot that slams into Daemon's chest! Daemon falls back, as Titan Fore turns back to Goose, who's still trying to get up in the corner. Titan Fore comes forward and tees off, kicking Goose in the groin!! Goose falls over, while the ref, busy with Warthog, never saw a thing.*

Hood: That's a foul from Titan...

Rockwell: You can say that again.

Hood: I mean, you're supposed to shout out before you swing, right? FORE!!

*Mailer Daemon is back in the mix now, returning some shots to the sender as he chops away at Titan Fore. The masked man responds by grabbing Daemon by the head and throwing him into Goose headfirst. This mainly just hurts Goose, though, as he slumps in the corner, while Daemon's helmet protects him. He turns and lands a throat thrust, with Titan Fore grabbing his windpipe in agony. Daemon then grabs hold of Titan Fore, preparing for something big, but before anyone can move, Warthog is suddenly charging towards them!! Daemon & Titan can only react by shoving Goose in front of them, before Warthog flies in, hitting ALL THREE MEN with the Stampede!!! The crowd goes wild, even as all four men collapse in different positions around the ring.*

Rockwell: A complete sacrifice from Warthog!!

Hood: That might be the biggest Stampede we've ever seen!

Rockwell: It's amazing the ring didn't shift off its connectors after that corner shot!

*Warthog is trying to recover, having used up the last bit of energy he had been able to find. Spruce Goose is slumped in front of him, just within range, having taken the larger portion of the maneuver. Warthog crawls painfully over, seeing the possibility in front of him, ignoring everything else. The fans start wondering if we're going to see a miracle, as Warthog is reaching out his arm, wanting that taste of gold. He lays it onto Goose's chest, as the ref starts to count... 1... 2... and Mailer Daemon comes flying in... and lands the Souled Out (Somersault Leg Drop) onto Warthog's back!! The helmet goes flying after impact, as the crowd reacts, letting out a wild yell!*

Hood: Wait, what the...

Rockwell: The former champion! THE LOST SOUL!!!

Hood: He's IN THE MATCH??

*The Lost Soul stands up, looking around and realizing that the helmet is gone. He shrugs, not concerned about it. Titan Fore, looking shocked, stares over at the former X-Division Champion. The Spruce Goose, meanwhile, struggles back to his feet, looking like he has no idea what happened. Seeing this, Titan Fore steps forward... and plants Spruce Goose with the Burnout (Package Piledriver)!! The crowd reacts again, recognizing that one, as Titan Fore reaches up and yanks his own mask off... revealing Outcast!!!*

Rockwell: Outcast is here too??

Hood: He's owed a cash-in, Adrian! TLS screwed him last week!

Rockwell: You mean he stopped Outcast from just stealing the title!

*Outcast and The Lost Soul stand off, staring at each other for a moment. They both point at the other, almost like the Spider-Man meme that everyone's surely seen... before both drop onto their respective wrestlers, holding them down! The ref gets between them... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Rockwell: A double pin!

Hood: Wait, that's not possible, ref! We've only got one belt!

Minos: Here are your winners... The Lo...

*Just as soon as Minos starts announcing, he has to run for cover, as The Lost Soul has suddenly tackled Outcast, sending both men toppling out over the ropes!! The two men bounce off the apron on the way down, crashing to the ground! The fans love it, even as TLS fights back to his feet, immediately turning towards Outcast, who's ready for him. The two start slugging it out, continuing their fight from last week, as the crowd appears to be loving it!*

Rockwell: We've got chaos!

Hood: We've got INCOMING!!

*Rockwell and Hood both dive for cover as Outcast tackles TLS over the announce table, sending them backwards into the chairs behind the table!! The two are momentarily obscured from sight as they continue to brawl, eventually getting back up, with the fighting continuing away from the announce table. Rockwell looks a little shaken up from the fall, but gets a hand up. Hood stays to the side, not willing to bet that they're not coming back. The camera follows as the brawl continues around the ring, heading towards the aisle.*

Hood: *Sounding Far Away* Security! Get those mother-fuckers!!

*Outcast gets banged off the railing, staggering away, as The Lost Soul comes after him. Neither man seems to care where they're headed, as long as they can keep getting their hands on their adversary. The two fight up the aisle, with Jonathan Barrows seen coming out from the back and ordering the crowd of security around him to rush in and secure BOTH men!*

Rockwell: Can you guys hear me? Damn... that hurt...

Hood: Oh, are we working again?

Rockwell: Looks like things are getting contained... but what does this mean for the title?

*It takes some efforts, and several security guards go down, but the Security Commander finally manages to organize everyone and get TLS and Outcast held in place. Barrows looks completely frustrated at this point, unable to control the circumstances of even this match.*

Jonathan Barrows: You two... getting involved here... I should have known, but Deana swore you guys were actual wrestlers...

*Jonathan angrily shakes his head before continuing.*

Jonathan Barrows: So you both think you just won a belt, huh? Well, we don't do DOUBLE champions here in the GCWA unless they're part of a tag-team. So you know what? Fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!!

Hood: Listen to that potty mouth!

Rockwell: Barrows sounds close to a breakdown!

Jonathan Barrows: You guys want to fight for the title? Why the hell not. You both will fight at Fright or Flight for the title! Now get these guys out of my sight!

*Security drags both men past Barrows, and although TLS' expression still can't be seen, he looks oddly happy with the result here.*

Hood: It's going to be Outcast vs. The Lost Soul at Fright or Flight!

Rockwell: If they don't kill each other before then!

*Both men suddenly try to push through security to go for each other, as security desperately tries to hold them apart. The crowd is chanting "Let Them Fight" as we jump away.*

*We soon return from commercial break, back inside of the GCWA Arena when a harmonious voice begins to sing in her native japanese language over the P.A. system.*

"Aishiteyo, watashi wo daite yo ne, soba ni oideyo"
"Watashi no saigo no kioku ni kimi no ai wo nokoshitai"

*The fans look towards the stage area in anticipation for who's about to make their entrance. The bass of the song soon drops as the voice of Killer Mike blares through the speakers as he begins to rap his verse on "Kill Jill". The entire arena turns crimson, a spotlight finally shining towards an entrance area within the stands as Duce Jones, Byson Kaliban and Brim all stand at the top of a set of steps, masks covering their noses and mouths, looking out into the crowd that surrounds them.*

Rockwell: It seems as if Duce and his crew have decided to grace us with their presence.

Hood: Why would they come through the crowd? Do they not know how serious the coronavirus is?

*The crowd finally notices the trio and instantly breaks out in jeers. The three men continue to stand there, watching every move of the scattered crowd, finally making their descent down the steps, towards the ring. A fan comes over and takes the opportunity to pat Byson on the back. He doesn't take kindly to the action, Kaliban proceeds to pull his own mask down under his chin, doing the same to the fan, soon coughing in his face before placing the young man's mask back over his face. The fan panics immediately. Byson and the crew share a laugh as he takes off running, snatching the mask off in the process and tossing it.*

Rockwell: I'm pretty sure legal action is going to be taken behind Byson's actions just then.

Hood: Hey man, that guy knew the risks before entering the building here tonight. I'm pretty sure Mr. Barrows had the fans sign a waiver before coming inside.

*They soon make it to the floor, headed for the barricade as they each hop over and climb inside of the ring. The boos are deafening within the GCWA Arena as Byson requests a microphone from Minos. He stands center stage as Duce and Brim stand at his sides. Byson waits for the fans to quiet, even taking a moment to place a finger over his lips, insisting that the fans become silent. They don't, however Byson tries to speak over them.*

Byson Kaliban: Do you seriously think we care about how you people feel about us!?

*More boos echo out, bringing a smile to Byson's face.*

Byson Kaliban: Do you people even know why you all dislike us so much?

*They could give a damn about anything that Byson's saying as they continue to heckle him. Duce takes the moment to take the mic from him.*

Duce Jones: Mane.. shut t'fuck up...

*They do not shut the fuck up.*

Duce Jones: Y'kno' what, it don't even matta' if y'all listenin'a not cuz what I gotta say ain't meant fo' y'all no way.

*Duce then stares directly into the hard camera.*

Duce Jones: Johnnie.. I kno' dat ya got ya lil family thang goin' but until ya get dat figured out. There's mo' pressin' mattas at hand.

*The crowd simmers down at the mention of one of the owners' names.*

Duce Jones: Now... I don't kno' if tha weed got me buggin' out or my personal affairs got me a bit paranoid but shit ain't sittin' right wit me.

*Duce takes a moment to collect his thoughts.*

Duce Jones: Ya see, there was a time when Duce Jones was a major name on tha marquee. There was a time when Duce Jones was featured in tha openin' package of dis show but somehow, I'm no longa anywhere t'be found. Not only dat, I ask you.. Who went outta their way t'give dis company some exposure when tha doors were just bein' opened up?

*Duce points to himself.*

Duce Jones: It was me.. Afta' I beat Dylan Thomas. I went on t'make tha Nawf American Championship one'a tha most prestigious an' sought out titles in dis company. Tied fo' tha most title defenses while everyone else blinks an' dat belt disappears from their possession.. An' what thanks did I get?

*He takes a moment to wait for an answer, even though he knows he won't receive one at the current moment.*

Duce Jones: Why I was given Mack O'Connor as a consellation prize while Dylan, a man dat I beat fo' tha Nawf American strap, was spoon fed a World title shot against Houston. Did I bitch? Naw I didn't, I stepped inside'a dis rang an' ended up bein' placed on tha shelf fo' damn near four months... While I sat there on the sidelines waitin' fo' my arm t'heal. Who comes calling? Why dat would be you Johnnie, askin' if I could make it ta Blood on tha Battlefield.. Ya needed a big name fo' ya Golden Opportunity deal... An' ya kno' what I did?

*Duce takes a moment once again, his eyes panning the crowd as he brings the mic back up.*

Duce Jones: I didn't bitch or complain.. I went an' physically altered my body, damn near died in a plane crash an' still showed up ta compete. Wheneva you needed a big time performa, I've always stepped up. From takin' a guy wit lil trainin' an' turnin' him inta a champion.

*Duce looks over to a grinning Byson.*

Duce Jones: Ta beatin' Zybala fo' tha X-Division belt. An' what thanks am I given? No mo' recognition, no mo' acknowledgements, none'a dat. Only Mike Zybala ruinin' every opportunity I get, from costin' me titles. Major victories, you name it, he's been right there ta kill any chance I get ta make it ta top. An' dis shit needs ta come to an end. Like I told you in yo office, ya betta get a handle on dis shit befo' I do an' at dis moment.. Ya time's up. Y'see, accountability is somethin' dat we all must take an' so far, Johnnie.. You're not doin' a very good job at it.. No, you've allowed dis cancer ta fester an' grow itself within my life an' now, I'm about ta rid myself of it. So there ain't gonna be anymo' warnings, only action. An' tha only action dat anyone is gonna see me in, is me wrappin' my hands around Zybala's throat. So... Johnnie, I say ta you dat dis place ain't big enough fo' Zybala an' myself an' one way or tha otha'.. tha situation will be handled.

*Duce drops the microphone, the fans returning their jeers to the three men who calmly exit the ring, climbing over the guardrail and leaving through the crowd.*

Singles Match
Druk Dorji (1-1) vs. Lissie Hope (7-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... coming to the ring... accompanied by Professor Jack Jenkins... standing 7'2" and weighing 432 lbs... from Thimphu, Bhutan... 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: The Professor and Druk were pretty angry about him being double-teamed last week during the Triple Threat.

Hood: You know, you'd think a massive guy like him would be used to people considering him the biggest threat...

Rockwell: Well, this week, Druk can turn things around by getting a massive GCWA victory, if he can take down Lissie Hope at her lowest...

Minos: His opponent...

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

I like when you get mad.

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

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

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

I'm the bad guy.
Ha!

*She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Villain" tee-shirt, and black and red workout pants. She removes the Villain t-shirt, exposing her upper ring apparel, and tosses it to the timekeeper, slowly climbing up the staircase and pausing to pose for the ringside fans.*

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

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

Rockwell: Hope is making her return to the ring after her shocking loss to Chelsea LeClair, ending her winning streak.

Hood: Glad to have Hope back, even if she has to fight a giant tonight...

Rockwell: If anyone can do it, it's our former World Champion...

Hood: "Former"... that just sounds wrong...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So how will Lissie Hope respond tonight?

Hood: She definitely has a tall task ahead of her. See what I did there?

Rockwell: That was pun-tastic, Hood...

Hood: I do my best...

Rockwell: This match is going to be a real David versus Goliath contest.

Hood: I think you mean a real Davina vs. Goliath

*Dorji lumbers slowly towards the middle of the ring, almost mocking Hope as he towers over her. Hope is not intimidated though and closes the gap meeting Dorji in the middle of the ring. Dorji tries to grab hope for a collar and elbow, but she easily dodges his grasp, ducking under Dorji's arms and going behind him and lands a hard kick to the leg of Dorji. Dorji spins around clumsily and tries to grab Hope again, but once more Hope ducks under and lands a hard kick to the knee of Dorji.*

*Professor Jack Jenkins shouts from the outside at the referee that Hope is cheating in some shape, form, or fashion, but neither the referee or Hope pays attention to him. Hope keeps dodging the grasp and slow-moving strikes of Dorji and lands quick strikes with a combination of kicks to the legs of Dorji and body punches. Dorji quickly beings to look out of breath as he chases Hope around the ring and eats body blows.*

Rockwell: Lissie Hope is sticking and moving and really blowing the big man up.

Hood: She is taking the coward's way out.

Rockwell: COWARD'S WAY OUT!?!

Hood: Yeah, she should stand toe to toe with him and give the giant a proper test of strength.

*Hope ducks under a big right hook from Dorji and charges off the ropes and comes back with a dropkick to the knee of Dorji dropping him to a knee. Hope bounces off the ropes again and comes back catching Dorji in a front face lock. Hope jumps and spins going for a tornado DDT, but Dorji counter by standing to his feet and throwing her off of him. Hope lands on her feet like a cat and charges at Dorji. Dorji goes for the "Bhutan Boot" (Opponent Running, Big boot), but once more Hope ducks under the boot and goes for a springboard cross body, but Dorji catches her.*

*Dorji tosses Hope onto his shoulder and begins to charge towards the corner with her, but Hope slides off Dorji's shoulder and down his back. She lands on her feet and shoves Dorji hard and he crashes into the turnbuckle chest first. Dorji crumbles down a bit from the impact and slowly staggers around only to be met with a Bicycle Kick to the chest. Dorji stumbles back and falls between the ropes.*

Rockwell: Lissie Hope has knocked the big man out of the ring.

Hood: Mad hops being shown there by Lissie Hope to get up and kick The Beast of Bhutan in the chest.

Rockwell: Mad hops?

Hood: Yeah, all the kids are saying it. Get with the times man.

*Dorji and Professor Jack Jenkins confer with one another outside of the ring. Lissie hypes up the crowd and then bounces off the ropes and comes back off them with flying over the top rope with a suicide plancha. Dorji steps in front of Jenkins though and catches Hope as she flies through the air. Dorji spins Hope around and upside down and slams her with a big body slam on the floor.*

*Hope arches her back in pain and lets out a moan the wind escapes her lungs. Dorji stands over her with an evil smirk as Professor Jenkins orders him back into the ring so the referee can start the count. Dorji climbs in and Jenkins demands the referee starts the count, which he does.*

1...

2...

3...

4...

Rockwell: Is Lissie Hope going to get counted out here?

Hood: Has anyone ever gotten counted out in GCWA?

5...

6...

Rockwell: Lissie Hope is to her feet and headed for the ropes.

Hood: See, what did I tell you. There is never a count out.

Rockwell: OH NO, LOOK OUT!

*With Dorji distracting the referee Professor Jenkins clubs Lissie in back as she tries to climb into the ring. Hope grabs her back again and turns, swinging wildly at Jenkins, but he is able to scurry out of harms way.*

Hood: It pays to have a manager.

Rockwell: This just isn't fair.

Hood: Life's not fair.

*Dorji reaches over the top rope and grabs Hope by the hair and begins lifting her up into the ring by her head. The referee is admonishing Dorji, but Dorji ignores the referee as he tosses Hope down to the mat. Hope tries to roll to her feet by Dorji slams his massive hand into her trapezius muscle and locks in a nerve hold.*

Rockwell: What a devastating nerve lock.

Hood: Is that called the Spock lock?

*Lissie grabs Dorji's fingers and begins to peel them off of her shoulder. As Lissie is able to get Dorji's hand off her, she keeps hold of his massive fingers and works her way to her feet. As Lissie gets to her feet Dorji slams a big knee into Lissie's stomach stopping her and bending her over. Dorji then delivers a big chop to the small of Lissie's back and she falls to the mat holding her back.*

*Dorji stomps his big foot down onto Hope's back but leaves the boot there and grinds it into her back. Hope screams in pain, and tries reaching back to knock Dorji's boot away, but cannot reach it. Dorji finally moves his boot and goes for an elbow drop but Hope rolls out of the way and Dorji lands hard on the canvas.*

Rockwell: This is Lissie's chance, she has to get back on her feet and avoid Dorji's grasp.

Hood: Oh man, I thought The Beast of Bhutan was going to squash Lissie Hope like a grape.

*Lissie gets to her feet as Dorji is on his knees. Lissie charges at Dorji, but Dorji sticks his giant hand up and grabs Lissie in the claw. Lissie though fires a roundhouse kick to the head of Dorji breaking his hold. Lissie then grabs Dorji's head in a Muay Thai clinch and delivers some devastating knees to the head of Dorji.*

*Lissie releases Dorji and he crumbles to the mat.*

Rockwell: What is he doing up there? Get him down.

Hood: He's doing the smart thing, he's a professor after all.

*Jack Jenkins jump onto the apron of the ring and Lissie spots him. This time Jenkins is not quick enough to escape as Lissie grabs him by the shirt collar. Lissie milks it for a bit and draws back to hit Jenkins when Dorji catches her arm. Dorji spins Hope around and Jenkins grabs her arms.*

Rockwell: What is Jack Jenkin doing?

Hood: He knows what he is doing, he is a professor.

*Dorji goes for a big chop on Hope, but Lissie moves out of the way and Dorji clobbers Jenkins knocking him down off the mat. Dorji looks shocked and doesn't see Lissie climbing the top rope. Dorji turns around and gets dropped with a top rope missile drop kick from Lissie.*

*Lissie quickly scales the turnbuckles again and this time comes off the with "Cherry Bomb" (Swanton Bomb). Hope makes the pin.*

1...

2...

3!!

Rockwell: Lissie Hope did it, she slayed the giant.

Hood: And she didn't win by count out.

*Graves is pacing back and forth backstage in a clip that was shot earlier today.*

Micheal Graves: "I didn't come here to win titles, I came to hurt people!"

*Graves continues to pace, but stays in frame of the camera.*

Micheal Graves: "Just the thought of getting my hands on Raven again was euphoric! I couldn't wait for tonight to come JUST FOR THAT REASON! I'd handle Raven. I'd do the dirty work. Your hands are clean. you walk away with the win. You walk away with the title shot. Everyone's happy."

*Graves stops and looks dead into the camera with fierce intensity burning in his eyes!*

Micheal Graves: "Then Raven pulled out! He spoiled my fun and wasted my time!"

*Graves huffs and starts pacing again.*

Micheal Graves: "At least I could still do my friend a favor! The girl that took the time out of her day to meet up with a freak like me. It was nice. It was nice to have someone to talk to."

*Graves stops and points dead into the camera!*

Micheal Graves: "Warstein! You thought it was about SEX!? But you were SO wrong! My relationship with Atara was nothing more than a simple ear. Someone willing to listen! Willing to take the time out of their day for... Someone like me!"

*Graves lets out a frustrated growl and returns to pacing.*

Micheal Graves: "I came here to hurt..."

*Graves deadpans the camera.*

Micheal Graves: "But I didn't want to hurt you..."

*He pauses with almost puppy dog eyes, but that almost sympathetic look is soon replaced by sheer anger!*

Micheal Graves: "But Actions Have Consequences Atari! And your spat with Fuzz the other night claimed another causality, my heart!"

*Graves takes a slow deep breath, his lips twitching as if they can't decided between evil smile and angry snarl! Graves releases the breath as he slowly bows his head, keeping his bloodshot eyes locked on the camera in a most sinister of looks.*

Micheal Graves: "You hurt me Atari... Tonight, I will hurt you!"

*Graves slaps the shit out of the camera, breaking it and ending the shot!*

*The camera opens backstage with a cameraman following Lissie Hope walking swiftly through the corridor after her match with Druk Dorji. Someone yells out a muffled "great work!" and the camera spins, catching Aaron Warthog giving her a thumbs up and shoving a pulled pork sandwich into his mouth. Lissie acknowledges him with a pensive "thank you" before continuing down the hallway.*

Hood: Well, Lissie wanted to go primal this week, and she just met our resident cannibal!

Rockwell: She had to get back to her winning ways to restore her confidence, but it looks like she's ready to go home, Hood!

Hood: Yeah, I don't think she's planning to stay for the rest of the show.

*She turns a corner to get to her locker room and stops in her tracks when she sees Deanna Barrows standing at her door.*

Deana Barrows: Great showing tonight, Lissie.

Lissie Hope: Thanks. Can I get by? You're kind of...

*Awkward dancing, trying to get around her.*

Lissie Hope: ...in the way.

Deana Barrows: Why are you so quick to leave? Don't you want to catch the rest of the show?

Lissie Hope: I just wrestled a 400 pound beast. I smell like shit and I need to take a shower.

*The fans respond in kind with a cacophony of whistles and cheers.*

Deana Barrows: That was a fantastic performance tonight, Lissie.

Lissie Hope: I did what I had to do.

Deana Barrows: The bare minimum, right?

Lissie Hope: If you say so.

Deana Barrows: Lissie...

*Her voice gets a little stern. Her brows furrow.*

Deana Barrows: We need to talk.

Lissie Hope: About?

Deana Barrows: Fight or Fright. And, well...

*Deanna Barrows looks down at Lissie's empty waist. Lissie exhales and thumbs the waistline of her leggings.*

Lissie Hope: I don't make the matches. I just show up and I do my job. I'm not going to beg Chelsea for a rematch, and I'm not going to ask you to deliver one. If you think I've earned it, if you think we'll sell tickets, if you think the GCWA wants to see Hope-LeClair III...

*The fans roar in approval.*

Lissie Hope: Please, excuse me.

*Lissie brushes past Deanna Barrows and shuts the door behind her.*

Rockwell: Could we get Hope/LeClair III??

Hood: Oh, man, that would be awesome! Hope could become champion again! I mean, LeClair's had her run...

Rockwell: And I'm sure she'd love to cement it with another win over Hope!

Hood: Like that could ever happen twice.... I mean, okay, it could... damn... now I don't know WHAT to think!

GCWA North American Title Qualifier Match
Micheal Graves (1-1) vs. Atara Themis (2-0)

Minos: The next match is a North American Title Qualifier match! Introducing first... standing 6'4" and weighing 265 lbs... from Pittsburgh, PA... here is Micheal Graves!!

*Micheal Graves walks out to the stage with an angry yet focused look. He is greeted by a mixed reaction, but it's mostly jeers. Micheal pays none of them any attention and quickly descends down the ramp and rolls into the ring, ripping away his cape and tossing it to the outside.*

*He locks his eyes to the top of the stage and begins to pace the ring as he awaits Atara Themis music.*

Rockwell: Graves looks angrier than usual this week...

Hood: Yeah, he really wanted to get his hands on James Raven, only to have Raven drop out of the match. Then he was going to just give the win to Atara, until she dissed him on Twitter.

Rockwell: I'm not sure that was the right direction for Themis to go, but we'll see what happens tonight!

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

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

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

Rockwell: I think a lot of people were surprised that Atara's only comments about this match were here disdain for Graves as an opponent.

Hood: Yeah, pretty ruthless to say all Graves rates is a morning cup of coffee...

Rockwell: She basically said the only way this match would be interesting to her was if James Raven was still in it.

Hood: Well, her boredom might be alleviated soon.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So without Raven involved, which XWF-style wrestler comes out on top tonight?

Hood: Whoever it is has to go fight Shawn Warstein AND PerZag! I think I'd rather take the loss...

*Graves steps forward, already yelling over at Atara about her kissing up to her new friends, when he's there for her. Atara ignores his comments, though, looking bored. Graves furiously turns away, trying to control himself. Atara, seeing this, immediately runs forward, going for her Judgement of Paris (Leaping Knee Shot)!!! But Graves, expecting it, blocks the knee, knocking it down, then grabs a startled Atara by the neck!! He yells at her again, before picking her up off the ground and throwing her overhead with a fall away slam!! Atara rolls to her side, hurting, then starts to get up, but Graves is already on the assault, grabbing her to deliver some trapping headbutts!!*

Rockwell: Atara thought she could end this with one move, just she has some of her other GCWA matches!

Hood: Her ego is really getting her punished here, because Graves is pissed off!

Rockwell: Yep, she definitely fired him up for this one.

*Atara falls back into the corner, dazed, as Graves comes in after her. He tells her this is all her doing, that this could have been so much easier if she had just stuck to being pretty. He hammers at her again, then lifts her up onto the turnbuckle, getting her positioned so that he can lock her into Grave Consequences (Crucifix Powerbomb)!! But Atara suddenly sits up out of the hold, turning herself around and jumping to take Graves down with a diving bulldog!! Graves looks stunned, as Atara makes the quick cover... 1... and Graves kicks out quickly, staying in this one with room to spare. Both wrestlers jump back up, with Graves angrily going after Atara again, only for her to twist him down into the Gannosuke Clutch!!! 1... 2... and Graves gets out again!*

Rockwell: Even with the significant size difference here, Atara is still dangerous...

Hood: She and Graves do know each other well, thanks to that... coffee...

Rockwell: Honestly, I don't know much about what happened there, since it happened elsewhere. But either way, there's certainly a history between them...

*Both wrestlers are back up now, with Atara moving in on Graves, wrapping him around the middle for an overhead belly-to-belly! But Graves is just too big, countering with a headbutt of his own to stun Atara, then reverses, sending Atara over instead! As Atara tries to pull herself up, placing a hand back on her spine where she landed, Graves steps into her with a Roundhouse kick, sending her crashing to the mat!! Graves gets on top for the cover, cursing her even as the referee makes the count... 1... 2... and Atara barely manages to kick out in time. Graves stays on top, though, still talking to her, grabbing her by the head... before driving it back down into the mat a few times.*

Hood: I hope the ref is ready to stop this one if it gets too crazy...

Rockwell: Lost in all the personal drama is the fact that the winner here gets a North American Title shot against Shawn Warstein and PerZag...

Hood: I don't think either of these wrestlers really even care about that, but hey, a title shot at a PPV is still good money!

*Graves drags the wounded Atara over to the corner, again ramming her face into the turnbuckle repeatedly. He keeps talking about her being pretty to win matches, before bashing her into it again. Atara slumps forward, stunned, as Graves angrily gets her up onto the turnbuckle once again. This time he goes up with her, getting her set up for what looks to be a superplex off the top. But Atara fights back with a surprise knee, leaving Graves almost falling off the turnbuckle, having not expected it. Atara then grabs Graves by the arms, turning him around on the top, with both nearly losing their balance. Atara's got him in position, and tries to leap off with From A Dove (Top-Rope Suplex variation), but Graves hangs on, keeping from falling. Instead, he lifts Atara up and throws her down with a powerbomb from the top!!!!*

Rockwell: Geez!! Atara's going to be feeling that one for a while!

Hood: Hell, she's lucky Graves didn't get the idea to just powerbomb her out of the ring to the floor. We'd be mopping up Themis guts...

Rockwell: Thank god for that not happening, but still, Graves is now in full control...

*After hopping down from the turnbuckle, Graves makes his way over to the collapsed Atara, shaking his head over what might have been. He pulls her up, ignoring her pain as he lifts her onto his shoulders. He takes a few steps with her resting in the fireman's carry, before dropping to the side with the Grave Digger (Death Valley Driver)!!! Atara's in pretty bad shape as Graves rolls over, presumably for the cover, but instead he talks to her again, telling her that a lot of this is James Raven's fault, so remember that. He then gets up, dragging Atara up once more, before lifting her into position and landing Grave Consequences (Crucifix Powerbomb)!!! Graves finally makes the cover, looking disappointed that no one else came out, as the referee makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Rockwell: So with that, it's going to be Micheal Graves vs. Shawn Warstein vs. PerZag for the vacated GCWA North American Title!

Hood: I hope no one bet early on this one, because I'm thinking Raven was likely the early favorite, and after that, many probably thought Themis would take down Graves...

Rockwell: Clearly, Graves was more motivated in this one, and that proved to be all that mattered.

*Graves is standing, ignoring the referee trying to raise his hand as he stares down at Atara. We fade out.*

*We come back from the break to Jonathan Barrows as he's making his way down the hallway. It's been a long day, and they only seem to be getting longer these days. As Barrows steps around the corner, though, Deana Barrows runs into him, basically hugging her brother.*

Jonathan Barrows: Whoa! Deana? What's going on? What's...

*Deana looks up at him, a few tears in her eyes, but the smile changes their meaning.*

Deana Barrows: I just heard from the detective in charge of the case...

Jonathan Barrows: You mean the search for Hunter and...

Deana Barrows: They found him!!

*Jonathan's eyebrows go up, surprised.*

Jonathan Barrows: They found Hunter? Where...

Deana Barrows: Not Hunter... Dad!!

Jonathan Barrows: They... they found Ace?

Deana Barrows: Isn't it great?? I'm jumping on the jet right now, gotta get to Atlanta!

*Deana runs off, still excited. Jonathan stands there for a moment, thinking about it.*

Jonathan Barrows: .... Great...

*Jonathan finally shakes it off and turns, hurrying after Deana, as we go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: They tracked down The Accelerator!!

Hood: Hope they didn't just find his body or something...

Rockwell: Hood! And I don't think Deana would be smiling, if that's what the detective had told her...

Hood: You never know with the Barrows...

Rockwell: I'm more interested in the reaction of Jonathan...

Hood: What, shock? You'd be shocked, too, if you hadn't seen your dad in so long and then heard the news!

Rockwell: I suppose...

Singles Match
Xavier Lux (7-1) vs. Space Lord (5-2-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... making his way to the ring... standing 5018 microlinks or 6'3", and weighing .74 lorlinks or 285 lbs... accompanied by "Thundering" Terry Marshall... here is Space Lord!!

*"Space Lord" by Monster Magnet plays, bringing out Space Lord and Terry Marshall. Space Lord heads for the ring at a rapid pace, spinning around like Taz from the Looney Tunes. Marshall follows behind, looking confident in his partner.*

Rockwell: The Uncanny Space Lord made his debut this week, along with the rest of the Deso-Vengers.

Hood: I hated all of them. Except for Bug Girl as Black Widow, she was actually not that bad-looking...

Rockwell: Space Lord seemed to think he'd be fighting a symbiote tonight, like Venom from Marvel Comics...

Hood: That seems unlikely, but hell, after seeing Private Pizza in purple shorts, anything is possible at this point...

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

*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. Marcus Ka'Derrion follows him out as he 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.*

Rockwell: Much like S.E.X., The Sins of the Fathers went back to a heroic location as well: Castle Grayskull, calling on the power to become Masters of the Universe.

Hood: But what was in the box, Adrian?

Rockwell: I don't really know, they didn't show it to...

Hood: WHAT'S IN THE BOX?!?!?!

Rockwell: That's a very dated reference now...

Hood: So is He-Man!

Rockwell: ... True enough...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Many would say the top two contenders to face James Raven & Jackson Hart are these two teams.

Hood: I mean, S.E.X. already had their turn...

Rockwell: Yes, but there was a lot of Jonathan Barrows' chaos going on in that one...

Hood: Doesn't change the fact that the belts are still in the hands of Legacy...

*Space Lord appears to be fired up as usual, pointing a finger at Xavier and telling him that he disrespected Terry Marshall. Xavier smiles, having no problems with this, daring Space Lord to make him answer for it. Space Lord angrily runs forward, charging at Xavier with his shoulder lowered, but Xavier easily leapfrogs over him, landing behind the wrestler. Space Lord stops himself in the corner and spins around, charging again, this time trying for a clothesline, only for Xavier to do a Matrix-style maneuver underneath, before coming back up. Space Lord's eyes widen, and he yells at Marshall, telling him that the symbiote infection has been confirmed! Xavier bounces back and forth, laughing to himself at the way Space Lord is reacting.*

Hood: So I guess only a symbiote could bend that way to dodge Space Lord?

Rockwell: Xavier Lux is one of the most agile wrestlers in the GCWA, I don't think he needs extraterrestrial help...

Hood: You'd be surprised who's actually an alien... Men In Black taught me a lot.

*Xavier moves aside again as Space Lord grabs for him, landing a couple of shots to Space Lord's back to show his speed. Space Lord angrily swings wildly at him, but Xavier ducks, then pops up to land a few forearm shots, staggering the larger wrestler. Xavier then grabs him by the arm, whipping Space Lord hard into the corner, before following behind him and scoring a running European uppercut!! Space Lord sags forward, stunned, as Xavier looks like he's having a wonderful time. He pulls Space Lord out of the corner and works for an arm drag, only for Space Lord to block it, then deliver one of his own! Xavier rolls through the hit, trying to jump up quickly, but Space Lord is already there with a running big boot, knocking Xavier to his back!*

Rockwell: With all that muscle, most think that Space Lord has to be slow. But he can surprise...

Hood: Probably using a teleporter or something else illegal...

Rockwell: You will never get over your hatred of S.E.X., will you?

Hood: I love sex... I just hate these guys...

*Before Xavier can get himself up, Space Lord is there, picking up Xavier in his arms with a gorilla press! He lifts Xavier up and down a few times, really showing off his strength, before slamming Xavier to the mat. Space Lord then follows it up by running off the ropes and jumping onto him with a splash, trying to hold him down... 1... 2... but Xavier kicks out! Marshall is shown on the outside, looking surprised that Xavier escaped. Ka'Derrion is cheering on his partner, wanting him to get up and fight. In the ring, Space Lord pulls Xavier back up, wanting to get him in a bear hug. But Xavier jumps up out of it, using Space Lord's arms to give him the height to score a leaping dropkick! Space Lord falls back, as Xavier lands on his feet, winded.*

Rockwell: It's very hard to contain Venom XL!

Hood: It just works better to call him Xavier...

Rockwell: Yeah, saying Venom XL too much probably ruins the name for Venom XL...

*As Space Lord gets up, Xavier is already on the attack, landing some more forearm shots to get Space Lord back into the corner. Xavier then jumps up onto the 'buckle for a moment, before springing up onto Space Lord's shoulders, taking him over with a hurricanrana! The pin is made... 1... 2... but Space Lord is able to get his shoulder up in time. Xavier gets up, a little annoyed, as he pulls Space Lord to his feet. Space Lord instinctively shoves Xavier backwards, getting a little room between them, but as Space Lord then tries to take advantage, Xavier leaps into a Pele kick! Space Lord crumples back down, stung, as Xavier jumps on him again... 1... 2... no, Space Lord kicks out!*

Rockwell: So is this basically a #1 contenders match?

Hood: Maybe, but we'd need to see Marshall and Ka'Derrion have their own match.

Rockwell: I suppose that makes sense, but what if they end up tying?

Hood: Then neither of them is worthy... THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!

*Xavier continues his assault on Space Lord with a spinning heel kick, taking Space Lord back off of his feet. Marshall looks concerned as Xavier starts to go up the turnbuckle, signalling that he's ready to start some high-flying action! He gets to the top, focusing on the downed Space Lord, before leaping into the air with a shooting star press!! But Space Lord raises his feet high, and Xavier flies right into them, getting propelled overhead almost like a monkey flip!!! He crashes hard to the side of the ring, almost falling out, as Ka'Derrion hurries over to that side to check on the man. Space Lord stays down for the moment, trying to catch his breath.*

Rockwell: A dangerous move doesn't pay off!

Hood: There's a reason the longest-running wrestlers are the ones who stay grounded...

Rockwell: Like The Big Bifford?

Hood: He stays with his own gravitational pull...

*Terry Marshall is over now as well near Ka'Derrion and Xavier, possibly just making sure that nothing illegal is going to take place between them. But Ka'Derrion appears to just be supporting his partner, telling him to pull it together. He also seems to think that Marshall is getting too close, turning and confronting the man, warning him away from Xavier. Marshall claims he had no interest in interfering in Space Lord's match, but Ka'Derrion doesn't trust him, reaching out and poking Marshall in the chest, telling him to back off. Unfortunately, this immediately causes Space Lord to slide out of the ring and get between them, shoving Ka'Derrion backwards!*

Rockwell: Uh oh, we're starting to see a breakdown here...

Hood: Get Space Lord back in the ring, or else the brawl might take over the arena!

*Ka'Derrion looks pissed, wanting to take a swing at Space Lord, but he knows that would cause the disqualification, as the ref is watching everything. He tells Space Lord to get out of his face, only for Space Lord to nail him with a right hand!! The fans are cheering as Space Lord yells at him to come on, with Marshall trying to get his partner to focus on the man in the ring. But that man is already running towards the ropes, leaping over them with a plancha to the outside into everyone!!! The crowd is even louder, as all of the wrestlers go tumbling in every direction. The referee is holding his head inside the ring, not knowing what to do.*

Hood: I thought Marshall was going to straighten things out, and then that happened...

Rockwell: Xavier saw his opportunity and took it, but what a crash!

*Xavier gets back up, looking over at Ka'Derrion, who got bumped to the side. He goes over to Marshall, pulling the heavier man up and going to give him a hurricanrana on the floor! But Space Lord reaches up, grabbing Xavier in mid-air, and the two partners hold him for a moment before they drop, smashing Xavier into the ground! Marshall & Space Lord get up, having reacted on instinct, but here comes Ka'Derrion, catching Space Lord from behind with a knee backbreaker!! Space Lord falls away, as Ka'Derrion jumps up to go at it with Marshall, the two men brawling it out as the referee looks completely lost. He waves his hands to the guys at ringside, signalling for the bell to ring, as the brawl continues!*

Rockwell: Hold on, did someone just get disqualified??

Hood: Or the ref isn't even going to try and keep track, and he's just throwing this one out...

Rockwell: C'mon, ref, just let them fight!

Minos: This match has been ruled... A No-Contest!

*There are a lot of boos at that announcement. Even though the bell sounded, the fighting continues, as Marshall sends Ka'Derrion crashing into the side of the barricade. Marshall stomps after him, but Xavier is back, having climbed onto the apron. He runs, flipping over into Marshall, taking him down! Ka'Derrion nods to his partner, reaching down for Marshall, but Space Lord rushes in, smashing Ka'Derrion with a shoulder tackle!! He goes back after Xavier, the two warriors battling it out in ultimate fashion, even as Marshall pulls himself up and staggers towards where Ka'Derrion is rising. The two lock up, struggling against each other, with Ka'Derrion working in a wristlock on the heavyweight.*

Rockwell: We're going to need some help at this point, I think...

Hood: Eh, as long as they stay on that side of things, let 'em beat each other senseless.

*As the fighting continues, with security once again appearing to try and help out, we cut backstage to where we see Jackson Hart & James Raven watching from the Legacy locker room. Both are laughing at what they see, showing that neither team appears to be a concern for them them. We cut out.*

*Inferno cuts to a pre-taped vignette that features the presence of GCWA World Champion Chelsea LeClair in the streets of an unidentified city. She's got her GCWA World Championship with her and of course, she's still in bright spirits as a result of what she was able to pull off just two weeks ago. Chelsea looks at the camera, has a bit of a smile on her face and begins to speak.*

Chelsea LeClair: Two weeks ago, I did what many considered 'impossible'. I already went into all of that last week and it was a big moment for me, but as I also mentioned last week, Lissie Hope is probably lurking, hoping for a rematch. I admit that I'm a bit surprised that Lissie hasn't shown up on camera up to this point and said anything. I'm even shocked that she hasn't been looking for a rematch... though I am expecting it at SOME point... maybe even tonight when she wrestles. But, for the time being... I see that there is something going on across the street...

*The camera pans across the street to see that there is a building with a banner that says "Chelsea LeClair World Championship Celebration". This catches Chelsea's attention, indicating that this wasn't planned by her at all.*

Chelsea LeClair: Someone's holding a celebration for me? Interesting...

*Chelsea takes a moment to walk across the street toward the mysterious building. She enters it and there is a small gathering of people that are still celebrating her huge championship victory. The scene is a bar that features a dartboard with a picture of Lissie Hope on it, some fans wearing shirts that say "Lissie Hope Is OVER", people playing billiards and a couple of people already passed out over the bar. *

Chelsea LeClair: Um... wow...

*The GCWA World Champion finds herself in an uncomfortable situation as she walks in and investigates further. Her presence draws some cheers from the people in the bar.*

Bartender: CHELSEA! Here... have a celebratory drink... it's on us!

*The bartender slides a pitcher of malt liquor in her direction.*

Chelsea LeClair: No thanks...

*Chelsea turns to leave, but finds herself with two familiar faces in the way.*

Chelsea LeClair: Oh god, what are you two doing here?

*Chelsea is standing in front of two former wrestlers she knows from her past. One has a shirt named "KONNOR" and the other has one that says "KORBIN".*

Konnor: CHELSEA! How are you? CONGRATULATIONS! You have provided HOPE for us... and not Lissie Hope... HAHA!

Korbin: We threw this for ya! We figured you'd like to get back to old tricks, have some beer, get drunk... have yourself a REAL celebration!

Konnor: Yeah! We thought maybe you'd like to party it up with us just like the good old GCW days!

Chelsea LeClair: No thanks guys, I don't do this lifestyle anymore. I used to hang around people like you two all the time and I was nothing but a complete joke to this business and I never got anywhere in GCW. But once I moved on and stopped hanging out with people like you... suddenly I'm a world champion. I'm flattered that you'd do this for me but... there's a reason why I cut you guys off...

Korbin: OH! I see how it is! You become a world champion and you think you're too good for us now, huh? Yeah! We could've all achieved EPIC GREATNESS TOGETHER! But noooo....

Konnor: Yeah, you went from being a fun girl... in more ways than one... hahahahaha... to...

Korbin: What Konnor is trying to say is... the better you got at wrestling, the more you forgot about us...

*Chelsea rolls her eyes, showing a lack of amusement.*

Chelsea LeClair: For good reason! All you guys did was drag me down. I could've chosen to be just like you guys and not amounted to anything... and thank GOD I didn't!

Konnor: Oh Chelsea... always a tease! You always said you'd have a threesome with us, but you never did...

*Chelsea narrows her eyes as she picks up the pitcher of malt liquor and dumps all of it over the head of Konnor.*

Korbin: YOU LITTLE BITCH!

*Korbin grabs Chelsea by the throat, but not for very long and Chelsea smashes the empty pitcher over his head, busting him open and knocking him out almost instantly. She turns to the bartender and places some money on the counter.*

Chelsea LeClair: Get me another one of those...

*She gives a low blow to Konnor while the bartender shrugs, takes the money and fills up another pitcher of malt liquor. Chelsea takes it, spills it all over Korbin and then smashes it over the head of Konnor, resulting in him being bloodied and knocked out as well. She looks around the bar and sees that everyone else has their eyes on her, completely stunned at what they just witnessed. After a few moments, they cheer and continue on with their celebration, chanting "LISSIE HOPE IS OVER" again and again.*

*Chelsea walks out of the bar, having a small laugh to herself about this whole experience and turns toward the camera once more.*

Chelsea LeClair: What can I say? Sometimes, you've got to look back to see how far you've come! I used to be that type of girl... the one that was constantly mocked and ridiculed by everyone... and even Lissie herself tried her best to mentally fuck with me by bringing this up. If... and when... she decides to come after me? Well, we'll see if she's learned her lesson and realized that I've grown WAY past what I used to be... especially since I just knocked out a big part of that past... literally...

*Chelsea has a laugh to herself before she makes her way down the street, the scene fading to black afterward. We return to ringside.*

Rockwell: Sounds like Chelsea is ready for Lissie Hope!

Hood: Man, make that match official already!

Rockwell: I'm sure it'll get signed soon enough, Hood. But for now, we've got our main event!

Singles Match
Jackson Hart (7-0-1) vs. PerZag (12-4)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening... introducing first, standing 6'3" and weighing 221 lbs... one half of the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions... here is Jackson Hart!!

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

Rockwell: Here we go! The singles debut of Jackson Hart! I've been waiting for this for months!

Hood: He fought Noah Jackson to a draw a few weeks ago.

Rockwell: "Fought". I stand by what I said.

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

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'5" and weighing 216 lbs... here is the former GCWA North American Champion, "The Sexiest Man On Earth" PerZag!!

Rockwell: Here comes the "Sexiest Man on Earth"!

Hood: Ryan Reynolds is here?

*'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 body 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 the opposite corner of Jackson Hart to listen to the last second instruction of the referee*

Rockwell: PerZag looks ready tonight. Call me crazy but he might have it in him to pull the upset.

Hood: Upset? Without Raven in his corner Harts just a regular rookie. This match is even money at worst... if the bookmakers stop being lazy and ever actually open up lines again.

*The referee calls for the bell and the Dallas fans begin to cheer wildly, ready for action. PerZag moves first, advancing to the center of the mat and holding a hand high in the air for a tie up. Jackson remains in his corner, eyeing his Australian opponent carefully as he takes one step, then two, and slowly joins PerZag. Jackson lifts a hand slowly, but before he clasps PerZags head he shakes his head and steps back. He begins to circle PerZag slowly, as if looking for an opening to attack, and the Sexiest Man on Earth just rotates along with him to stay faced up. Jackson steps forward again and lifts his hand, ready to tie up, but once more he shakes his head and steps backwards away from his opponent.*

Rockwell: Jackson Hart, seemingly with some serious concerns about tying up here.

Hood: I can't tell if he's trying to avoid the action, or if he's just trying to get in PerZags head.

*PerZag sighs and looks out to the crowd, and immediately Jackson Hart falls backwards off the ropes and slingshots himself at the North American title contender and launches himself through the air with a corkscrew elbow that sends PerZag stumbling backwards and collapsing to his knees! Jackson pops up and charges at PerZag without hesitation, slapping on a front face lock that keeps the Australian on his knees. PerZag fights at Jackson's hands to free himself, but Hart shakes him viciously from side to side before feeding him several hard knees! PerZag looks dazed but manages to catch Harts leg and drive his feet powerfully to topple Hart backwards to the mat. PerZag pops his head out and still has a grip on Harts leg, and immediately goes to work trying to roll Jackson over for a Boston Crab! The women in the arena cheer wildly for PerZag, their boyfriends praying Hart finds a way out of this submission. *

Rockwell: This crowd seems pretty split.

Hood: Well the custodial staff is rooting for the Legacy kid, because if PerZag wins they're going to have a hell of a time mopping up underneath all these ladies' seats.

Rockwell: You can be a foul man sometimes.

*PerZag nearly has Jackson flipped when he transitions from the Boston Crab attempt to an ankle lock and wrenches the Tag Team Champions' foot wildly... but Hart is able to shoot a hand out and grab the bottom rope. The referee shouts for the Australian to release Jackson's foot, and he reluctantly obliges. Jackson uses the ropes to climb to his feet, a bit unsteadily, and PerZag charges him looking for a massive clothesline! Jackson is able to dive out of the way just in time and PerZag catches himself on the ropes before toppling over to the outside! Jackson tries to scramble to his feet but PerZag is already behind him, wrapping his arms around Harts waist!*

Rockwell: Oh! What a German Suplex from PerZag!

*PerZag scrambles atop Hart and hooks his leg. 1... 2... Jackson gets a shoulder up and PerZag feeds him a few hard right hands before flattening his shoulders again. 1... T- Hart gets a shoulder up again, and this time squirms out from underneath PerZag and rolls under the bottom rope to the floor below. PerZag stands alone in the ring and looks out to the crowd, flexing and striking a pose for all the ladies in attendance as they shriek shrilly to the roof of the GCWA arena. *

Rockwell: Is the Sexiest Man on Earth making a mistake by letting Hart regain his composure here?

Hood: Let the man feel himself, Rockwell. Well, not literally...

*Jackson Hart stands on the outside as the referee urges him back into the ring. He breathes deeply, collecting himself as PerZag finally decides to pursue him out of the ring. As soon as the Sexiest Man on Earth rolls out of the ring, Jackson takes off and slides back in while urging the referee to count the Australian out. Frustrated, PerZag slides back into the ring and pops to his feet in front of Hart. Super kick! Jackson Hart leans back and connects with a vicious super kick! PerZag drops to his knees, then slumps face first onto the canvas! PerZags aggressiveness caught up to him there as he walked right into Jackson Harts trap! Hart covers PerZag for the first time and the referee makes the count! 1... 2... TH- PerZag kicks out! Jackson looks at the referee, who assures him that the shoulder was up in time.*

Rockwell: Hart seems to have quite the bag of tricks for a rookie, doesnt he?

Hood: Id expect nothing less from someone learning the trade from Raven and Warstein.

*To the roar of the crowd both men make it back to their feet, and begin to slowly circle each other. Once more PerZag offers a hand for a tie up, and this time Hart accepts with no shenanigans. PerZag gains the upper hand as the men lock up, quickly bending Jackson back before booting him in the back of the knee and dropping him low enough to slap on a side headlock! PerZag spikes Jackson to the mat with a quick bulldog, then dives back to Harts ankle and begins trying to apply the Boston Crab once more! Jackson scrambles furiously but PerZag has a firm grip and tears at the foot of the Tag Team champion, trying to curl his leg backwards! Jackson reaches for the bottom rope but he's not even close! Finally he manages to flip over onto his back and begins hammering PerZag in the face with the heel of his free foot! The North American contender releases Hart to protect his face and Jackson pops up quickly... but collapses!*

Rockwell: That ankle is giving Hart some serious trouble here! PerZag has done some serious damage!

Hood: He's put the pressure on the rookie and it's paying off. First Noah Jackson and now Jackson Hart. Is PerZag the kryptonite to Legacy?

Rockwell: Like Patrick Mahomes to Lamar Jackson?

Hood: Never compare PerZag to Mahomes again.

*Realizing his ankle is compromised Jackson quickly rolls out of the ring and to safety once more. The crowd begins to boo loudly, urging Hart to remain in the ring and fight no matter what, but Jackson scoffs and flips a casual middle finger to the Dallas fans as he limps around the outside to feel out his injured foot. He keeps a hand on the apron for support, wincing with each step. Sensing opportunity to seize firm control of the match, PerZag wastes no time posing for the women in the crowd this time. He immediately moves to the ropes to chase Jackson, but in a flash Hart leaps up to the apron and grabs the back of PerZags head! Jackson drops back to the floor, snapping PerZags throat off the top rope and sending him flying back to the middle of the mat! Hart jumps back to the apron, and then up to the top rope for a springboard frog splash!*

Rockwell: It doesn't look like Harts ankle is bothering him at all!

Hood: It looks like the whole thing was a ruse; an elaborate attempt to trick PerZag!

*Jackson Hart lands his frog splash perfectly, folding PerZag in half! Hart hooks the Australians leg and rolls over, finger pointing to the roof with each count of the referee! 1... 2... TH- PerZag gets a shoulder up! The women in the arena explode wildly! The Sexiest Man on Earth is still alive!*

Rockwell: Hart looks stunned right now. He was convinced he had put PerZag away and avenged the loss of Noah Jackson!

Hood: It's his own fault. PerZag has been around a long time and seen a lot. Hart is going to need more than the bush league tricks he's using to put the number one contender to the North American strap away!

*Hart looks to the referee in disbelief, positive that he had just picked up the three count. He doesn't protest too much and backs away to a neutral corner of the ring, watching intently as PerZag rolls to his hands and knees and forces his way back up to his feet, gasping softly to regain the wind that's been knocked out of him. Jackson stands slowly and sizes up PerZag, then charges across the ring... but the Sexiest Man on Earth is ready and counters Hart with a drop toe hold! Hart bounces face first off the canvas and back to his feet but PerZag is ready! Drop kick! PerZag catches Hart perfectly and Jackson is down! PerZag charges for the corner of the ring, quickly climbing the ropes to the top of the ring post and turning his back on Hart. PerZag looks back over his shoulder, waiting as Jackson climbs groggily to his feet!*

Rockwell: Pure Beauty! PerZag is looking to end this with his signature moonsault!

Hood: Jackson is up, and... oh that son of a bit-

*Hood manages to censor himself as Hart looks to the top rope and sees PerZag in position for the big move, and for the third time tonight he drops down to the canvas and rolls underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring to safety. The Dallas crowd begins to boo furiously, wondering what the hell Jackson Hart is doing here tonight. PerZag is sick of Hart, shouting down to the Legacy member that he's a coward. Hart doesn't seem to mind and turns his back on PerZag, looking towards the entrance ramp as if considering whether to just walk out of this match altogether. As soon as his back is turned PerZag knows this is his chance, and flips around to face the opposite direction atop the ring post. The crowd roars in anticipation!*

Rockwell: He's not about to do what I think he's about to do, is he?

Hood: Pure Beauty! PerZag launches his moonsault to the outside of the ring!

*Its as if time stands still as PerZag flips backwards through the air towards the tag team champion, every fan in the building watching anxiously with slack jaws... and Hart moves out of the way!*

Rockwell: Jackson was watching PerZag on the big screen! He lured him in and knew exactly when to move!

Hood: PerZag crashes and burns in a heap on the floor! The women in the arena have dried instantly!

*Jackson Hart grabs the limp and possibly unconscious PerZag by the singlet and drags him over to the ring, hoisting his dead weight up and onto the apron as the referee begins counting them both out. Finally Hart is able to get PerZag up and under the rope, rolling him back into the ring. Hart quickly rolls in behind him and makes the cover. 1... 2... somehow PerZag gets a shoulder up! His eyes are cloudy, rolling around in their sockets like marbles... but he gets the shoulder up! Jackson flattens him out quickly, propping his feet up on the ropes for leverage as the referee counts again! 1... 2... THR- PerZag kicks out again! Incredible! Despite Harts' attempts to cheat The Sexiest Man on Earth shows that he may be the most stubborn as well! He refuses to stay down! *

Rockwell: Jackson is on his feet, urging PerZag up as well. PerZag look unsteady but stands in front of Hart, fists raised and ready to keep going!

Hood: Hart grabs PerZag by the wrist and tries to whip him into the ropes! PerZag remains firmly in place and instead tosses Jackson across the ring!

*PerZag immediately recognizes his mistake as Jackson flips forward off the ropes and rebounds backwards through the air to the Australian.*

Rockwell: Hart Breaker! Handspring cutter from Jackson and PerZag is down!

Hood: Jackson with the cover!

*The referee slides into position for the count! 1... 2... 3!!!*

Minos:YOUR WINNER, "THE KING OF HARTS" JACKSON HART!

Rockwell: Hart pulled it off!

Hood: Hell of a match, though...

Rockwell: What a way to end the night! Thanks for joining us, folks!

*Clearly satisfied with himself, Jackson rolls off of PerZag and to his feet, flashing a grin to the Dallas crowd. With his first singles win now under his belt, he retrieved his GCWA tag team title from the referee and makes his way out of the ring and towards the back without a word.*

OOC: The show gets up! It's been one of the rougher days in my memory, family-wise, but nothing you guys need to worry about. Thanks to Outcast and James Raven for helping pick up the slack by writing a match each, and thanks to everyone for their segments. I'll have the Friday Night Inferno card for next week up either tonight or tomorrow morning. See you then!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, October 9th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

TBD

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, October 2nd to Wednesday, October 7th, 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!