GCWA Friday Night Inferno


*So we're, what, seven months in the United State's run of the Corona Virus? I will admit, I was hoping for a break between seasons, but it looks like we're just going to have to keep moving forward here. We also got people way too interested in a fly landing on a guy's head, which I don't understand, but it's been that kind of year. We're moving forward, as we get deeper into October, as the journey of the GCWA continues!*

*We watch as the GCWA logo appears on the screen, before doing its normal disappearing act. Suddenly, a new image appears on the screen, showing what appears to be the entrance to a fun-house. We start moving forward, heading inside, as we hear some horrific laughter within.*

Deep Voice: October... the time of spooks and spirits... a time of facing your fears...

*We start seeing images to the left and right of us. We see The Enforcer's grinning face as he prepares to destroy Tony The Spider, only for Lucas Thames to make the save. We see Duce Jones and his allies going after Mike Zybala, trying to take him out. We see the car wreck from a few weeks ago, followed by the violent brawl between Outcast and The Lost Soul.*

Deep Voice: The threat of murderous intent is in the air. An enjoyable sensation...

*A shot shows The Sins of the Fathers and Sports Entertainment Xpress brawling it out after a broken-up match, with Jackson Hart & James Raven seen laughing at their actions. The next one focuses on Micheal Graves taking down Atara Themis, inside a split-screen with Shawn Warstein and PerZag.*

Deep Voice: At the end, it remains to be seen... who will make the Final Cut?

*We see two different images, each celebrating a victory: Lissie Hope and the GCWA World Champion, Chelsea LeClair. The car passes right through them, suddenly heading towards a plunge. We hear terrified screams as we plummet downwards, apparently into Hell itself...*

Deep Voice: Only a short time remains before the choice will have to be made: Fright or Flight?

*The flames from below seem to surround everything, burning 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 Halloween atmosphere definitely seems to be taking over the arena, as many are wearing masks... and not the medically-inclined kind, either, although those might be underneath. The camera focuses on one particular person apparently dressed up as The Big Bifford. They aren't quite pulling it off, but the chicken sandwich they have in their hands is worth noting. We join up with Adrian Rockwell & Hood afterwards.*

Rockwell: Welcome, one and all, back to Friday Night Inferno!

Hood: Friday Night Inferno?

Rockwell: FRIDAY NIGHT INFERNO!!!

*Both men turn and stare at the screen for a moment, making sure a certain someone understands the name of the show, before continuing.*

Rockwell: We've got a great night of action for everyone tonight, as we get set for two more shows before Fright or Flight!

Hood: It looks like a lot of matches are coming together quickly. We've got our North American Title competitors set, and the World Title contract signing is tonight!

Rockwell: That's right! Chelsea LeClair and Lissie Hope will be signing on the dotted line, setting up a historic third match between them at the PPV!

Hood: Have we ever had an all-female PPV main event, Adrian?

Rockwell: Not that I'm aware of, Hood, but these two have been breaking all the barriers lately. A third match between them will definitely be a toss-up!

Hood: I can't wait to see what else gets locked in for the show!

Rockwell: Then we might as well get started, as we have several matches booked for tonight featuring some of the greats in the GCWA!



*We cut backstage, where we find Jonathan Barrows currently on the phone in his office. He looks very frustrated.*

Jonathan Barrows: Okay, I understand, no problem. I just thought you might like a quick payday, but... yeah, we'll talk again soon. Goodbye.

*Jonathan hangs up the phone, sighing. Deana looks up from nearby, taking in her brother's appearance.*

Deana Barrows: Still no luck, brother?

Jonathan Barrows: Strangely, there's just not much interest in wrestlers fighting Legacy. It's almost like someone talks to these guys before I can, because they're so quick to turn it down.

Deana Barrows: Could it be Raven? He does have a lot of influence on the wrestling world.

Jonathan Barrows: Maybe so. But it's still frustrating. You know they're going to come out later and brag about how no one would face them.

Deana Barrows: So what? I'm sure they're going to have competition at the PPV, that's what really matters.

Jonathan Barrows: I suppose. So you think Dad's stabilized for now?

*Deana looks a little surprised by the abrupt switching of subjects, but she goes along with it.*

Deana Barrows: Yes, he's at the hospital here in Dallas now, resting up. They'll call me as soon as he wakes up. I heard the detective is anxiously waiting to speak with him, to maybe find something about Hunter.

*Jonathan nods, but his thoughts appear to have gone in a different direction.*

Jonathan Barrows: Well, I've got one more phone call to make, then I'll throw in the towel. I know he's already in town...

*Jonathan goes to grab the phone, as we cut to ringside again.*

Hood: So Jonathan couldn't find anyone for the 3-on-3?

Rockwell: Apparently not. I wonder how hard he actually tried.

Hood: I mean, he could have just booked them against Xtreme & The Patriots...

Rockwell: True, at least that's not happening. But other matches are, so let's get to the ring!


Singles Match
The Cosmic Cowboy(1-0) vs. Aaron Warthog(5-25)

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

"Everyone Knows I'm Hog Wild!"

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

Rockwell: There was some concern that Warthog wouldn't be able to wrestle tonight, due to spending some time in the hospital.

Hood: Yep, but he needs the paycheck to pay for that hospital stay, I'm sure.

Rockwell: I also think he's got a romantic interest, but so far, we don't know who it is...

Hood: You think it's the World Champ? Does LeClair like them big?

Rockwell: I'm not even going to respond to that...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'1" and weighing 235 lbs... from The Wild, Wild West... here is The Cosmic Cowboy!!

*The crowd cheers as "The Night Begins To Shine" by B.E.R. begins to play. The Cosmic Cowboy comes out onto the stage, riding what appears to be a robotic horse. He takes it down to the ring, dismounting with ease onto the apron, before entering the ring and doing a spin, looking at all the fans with excitement.*

Rockwell:

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: This is the first time we've seen the Cosmic Cowboy in action since his only other in-ring appearance, back at the War Games match with The A-List.

Hood: Where he and his jerk teammates cheated? Yep, I remember...

Rockwell: They didn't... nevermind. Let's see what this unique member of Sports Entertainment Xpress brings to the match!

*Warthog goes to meet the Cosmic Cowboy in the middle of the ring, with the Cowboy ready to wrassle. However, Warthog instead talks to him for a minute, apparently wanting to get together with him later to talk about his fights against the A-List. The Cowboy seems amiable with that, but he also wants to take care of things here first, with Warthog agreeing. They lock up, with Warthog using his bulk to move the Cowboy back into the corner. The ref calls for the break, with Warthog immediately stepping back, nodding to the Cowboy, not wanting to do anything to offend him. At least, not before their talk later. The two come together again for a lock-up, no, The Cowboy turns it into a headlock instead, wringing his strong arms around the Warthog's neck. Warthog gets free by lifting The Cowboy up, trying to throw him over his shoulder, but the Cowboy lands on his feet! He takes a couple of steps back, then runs forward, catching Warthog before he can turn with a running bulldog!!*

Rockwell: It looks like Warthog's playing this one as nice as possible. He must really want that advice.

Hood: Hey, you'd be desperate for help too if the A-List had kicked your ass...

Rockwell: Maybe, but I'd still focus on business tonight first.

*The Cosmic Cowboy has Warthog back up now, punching away at him to keep him staggered. Warthog tries to swing back, but The Cowboy is too quick, ducking under each attempt. The Cowboy then jumps up, dropkicking Warthog and sending him stumbling back into the corner. The Cowboy is right back on his feet, showing that he's still as fast as ever. He runs to the corner, then charges forward, nailing Warthog before he can move with a jumping knee strike!! Warthog slumps down into the corner, falling to the seated position, with the Cowboy quickly pointing his direction while nodding to the fans, who respond with an "Oh Yeah!" Having the crowd behind him, The Cowboy runs forward, leaping and landing a Bronco Buster on Warthog in the corner!! After finishing, The Cowboy climbs up onto the turnbuckle above the downed Warthog, raising both arms to the cheers of the crowd, who are loving seeing the Cosmic Cowboy in action again.*

Rockwell: The Cosmic Cowboy showing us why he's still undefeated!

Hood: He's had ONE MATCH! And that match was rigged!

Rockwell: How exactly was it rigged, Hood??

Hood: Because I got distracted away from it by that bug girl... if I'd been there commentating, the A-List would have won!

*Warthog fights to get back up, looking like he's still got some of whatever they pumped into him at the hospital, because he's able to rise to his feet. He struggles forward, seeing The Cowboy in front of him, his arms outstretched. Warthog decides to charge forward, although it's more of a stutter-step, as he tries for the Stampede as a last-second survival tactic! But The Cowboy easily leapfrogs over him! Warthog hits the corner instead on the other side. Stunned, he staggers back out, only for The Cowboy to spin into a Discus Elbow, knocking Warthog onto his back! Seeing his foe down, The Cowboy quickly heads to the turnbuckle, leaping up with a flourish. He again takes in the crowd, knowing that he's got things well in hand here. He then aims himself at the still-downed Warthog, leaping off the turnbuckle to score the Falling Star (Top-Rope Elbow Drop)!!! No one's expecting Warthog to get up from that, as the Cowboy makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... The Cosmic Cowboy!!

Rockwell: A pretty routine victory for the Cowboy here.

Hood: I'm sure he's extremely proud of beating up someone who was in the hospital earlier in the week...

Rockwell: Hey, Warthog was cleared, so it's not The Cowboy's fault.

Hood: I just want to see someone beat his ass...

Rockwell: And we're moving on...

*The Cosmic Cowboy gets on his robot horse to depart, as we head to another shot.*



*The camera opens backstage, where the four members of Legacy are seen standing around a bunch of open cardboard boxes inside their locker room. James Raven reaches inside one and removes a large "Happy Halloween" sign covered in tinsel and glitter. Jackson Hart reaches into a different box and removes a large artificial pumpkin. The GCWA tag team champions look to each other and shrug before dropping the items back into the boxes.*

James Raven: Hey Noah, dont take this the wrong way... but what exactly are we supposed to do with all of this stuff?

Noah Jackson: They're decorations, cunt. We decorate.

Jackson Hart: Yeah, but where?

*Noah looks stunned.*

Noah Jackson: ... literally anywhere. If you see an empty wall, slap a sticker of a witches face on that bad boy. Now it's a Halloween wall! Tell ‘em dad!

*Shawn Warstein looks at Jackson and James.*

Shawn Warstein: Yeah. Now it's a Halloween wall.

*James sighs and shrugs, then looks awkwardly at Shawn before digging into his own pocket for a crumpled five dollar bill. He hands it to Shawn who quietly takes it and shoves it into his own pocket.*

James Raven: You and your goddamn trademark...

Jackson Hart: So, we're doing this here? In the GCWA arena?

Noah Jackson: Yup! Why not? It's spooky season mate, and I ain't seen a single black cat or Frankenstein anywhere.

James Raven: Frankenstein's monster. Frankenstein was just an old doctor.

*Noah shakes his head.*

Noah Jackson: I meant what I said. Have you ever had an old doctor? Clammy hands, sour breath... it's haunting.

*Shawn nods in agreement, and Raven realizes it's a valid argument. Noah Jackson bends down and picks up one of the cardboard boxes, heading for the locker room door.*

Noah Jackson: Come on, cunts! Let's make this place look sick!

*Jackson kneels and picks up a box as well, and begins to follow his business partner Noah. James looks at Shawn, then the last two boxes on the floor.*

Shawn Warstein: Nah.

*Shawn turns empty handed and follows after the others, leaving Raven alone to carry both of the remaining boxes.*

James Raven: Son of a bitch...

*The camera fades out.*





*Jamming to the tunes of "Hollaback Girl" by Gwen Stefani...the MIGHTY CIVIC swerves dangerously in and out of lanes, cutting people off while nearly taking out casual, day-time strollers. Picking up speed THE MIGHTY CIVIC roars through a commercial area, approaching a green light. The green light switches to yellow. It's on the precipice of RED. THE MIGHTY CIVIC takes a wicked left turn as the light turns red, pissing off everyone around it before barreling into the parking lot of a mechanic shop. Horns sound. People (with masks covering their mouths) scream out of their opened windows. THE MIGHTY CIVIC does not care...it's powerful engine haughtily ROARS through the mechanic shop parking lot. It casually (but mightily) swerves around all other cars in line, diving into the overhang, placing itself next up. Customers who arrived before THE MIGHTY CIVIC but now find themselves in line behind it, express their displeasure. "HOLLABACK GIRL" is shut off. The ROARING ENGINE comes to a rest. The driver's side door opens and out steps GCWA Hall of Famer - DEREK THE THRILLER MOBLEY. He removes a pair of knock off shades *

Derek Mobley: The Mighty Civic is here. Be gentle.

*A crew of employees stop what they are doing and rush toward THE MIGHTY CIVIC like a pit crew trying to get the leading car back on track as quickly as possible. Derek saunters into the tiny office. A bell rings. He heads up to the counter and snares a catalog advertising state of the art alarm systems *

Derek Mobley: Hmm. Might be time for an upgrade. Last alarm system I had installed was about 4 months ago.

*He continues to peruse the advertisements. Behind him, the crew can be seen feverishly changing the tires, the oil, checking the brake fluid...running all sorts of diagnostics. Suddenly, in a flash, Warrick Hill and John E Depth appear. They take out all the mechanics, leaving the MIGHTY CIVIC prone for an attack. Mobley is unaware, too busy reading all the bells and whistles that come with the new security system *

Derek Mobley: Hand print recognition. I like that.

*Derek looks at the palm of his hand. He turns it over, in doing so he catches a reflection of Warrick in the giant glass covering belonging to his opulent timepiece. *

Derek Mobley: What the...NOT THE MIGHTY CIVIC

*Spinning around, Derek spots Warrick and Depth standing at both ends of the MIGHTY CIVIC. Warrick has a crowbar raised high. Depth is holding a tire iron like a baseball bat. Derek drops the catalog and kicks the door open. *

Derek Mobley: HEY! STOP IT RIGHT THERE, FELLAS.

Warrick Hill: I'm gonna so fucking enjoy this.

Derek Mobley: Warrick, man, don't do this. We've had some great times in THE MIGHTY CIVIC

*Derek sees the look in Warrick's eye. This is happening. Mobley tries to stop him, but it's too late. Warrick brings the crowbar crashing down. Depth slings the tire iron. BANG! BANG! Derek shrieks. They continue to bash the MIGHTY CIVIC. However, something isn't right...the clanging ceases. *

Warrick Hill: The fuck...

John E Depth: It's not doing any damage.

Warrick Hill: Try the windshield!

*Depth swings as hard as he can...the windshield mightily repels the weapon*

Warrick Hill: Are you sure you're swinging as hard as you can?

John E Depth: Hell yes I am.

*They turn and stare at Derek. Mobley smirks *

Derek Mobley: State of the art protection coat and bullet proof windows. That car is safer than any vehicle containing the President of the United States...and the Pope Mobile - probably.

*Warrick swings the crow bar in a violent fit of rage *

Warrick Hill: I HATE THIS FUCKING CAR

*Growing tired and short of breath, he stops, removes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it *

Derek Mobley: Nice try, gentlemen, but I'm afraid once again you've come up short. Now, if you'll revive these mechanics so they can finish The Mighty Civic's routine, weekly check up, I'd appreciate it.

*Warrick burns down half his smoke before flicking it at Derek. It hits him in the chest. Derek's hands wave around, trying to bat all the ash and debris away *

Derek Mobley: Dude! This is a brand new shirt. I just got it at The GAP.

*People still shop at The GAP? Warrick and Depth approach Mobley. Unfortunately for Derek, he doesn't have any of that protective coating on his body...simply skin and bone. The two angry wrestlers bearing down on him, he turns and enters into the tiny office. There is no exit. Warrick and Depth enter, trapping Derek. *

Derek Mobley: Guys, seriously. This isn't the time or the place. There are people waiting in line back there...have some compassion for your fellow man.

*The words won't help. We cut outside of the tiny office. Derek raises his fists, his final line of defense. He's swarmed. Tire iron and crow bar shots rain down upon him, until his image vanishes from view, pummeled into the ground. Several moments later, Warrick and Depth emerge, blood staining their weapons. *

John E Depth: That should just about do it, huh?

Warrick Hill: Yea, maybe.

*Warrick hesitates, looking over his shoulder at the tiny office. His eyes turn toward the MIGHTY CIVIC *

John E Depth: What?

Warrick Hill: Nothing.

*Warrick lingers for a bit, something is obviously weighing heavy on his mind *

John E Depth: Don't feel remorse for that guy. He used you his entire career to attain success.

Warrick Hill: Nah, it's not that.

John E Depth: Then what is it?

*Warrick pauses. The look on his face seems to indicate he knows this isn't over. *

Warrick Hill: Fuck it, let's bounce. You've got a spot to claim.

*Depth smiles in agreement. They exit. We cut back to the live feed *

Rockwell: Derek Mobley was savagely beaten there!

Hood: But the MIGHTY CIVIC survived, and that's what's really important...

Rockwell: ... No, Mobley's condition is important, too! He's a GCWA Hall of Famer! These attacks from Depth & Hill need to stop!

Hood: Well, Puffer & Mobley shouldn't have gotten on their bad side. It's their own fault...


Singles Match
Druk Dorji(1-2) vs. Al Fredo(0-6)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'5" and weighing 260 lbs... accompanied by Link Greenie & 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: Fredo & Cotti were off breaking some legs to get some cash this week.

Hood: They really shouldn't do that when they're being recorded, it doesn't seem smart.

Rockwell: Nonetheless, they keep doing their job with the Mafia, even if it hasn't gone so well in the GCWA.

Minos: His opponent... accompanied by Professor Jack Jenkins... standing 7'2" and weighing 432 lbs... 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: Druk's taken a couple of hits over the last few weeks.

Hood: Yeah, he got screwed by that Triple Threat, and then that fight with Atara Themis...

Rockwell: Ummm, no. It was Lissie Hope, the former World Champion.

Hood: Oh, right. Silly of me.

Rockwell: But tonight, Druk's got a chance at righting himself with a match against Fredo. Hopefully, no more vehicles will be smashed by this behemoth after tonight!

*Dorji stands calmly in the ring, having filled up on Olive Garden over the past few days, as he waits for the match to begin. However, as Fredo stands in front of him, challenging the monster, Manny Cotti sneaks in behind with a kendo stick!! He comes forward, smashing the kendo stick across Dorji's legs, shattering the stick into shrapnel!! Dorji, however, just slowly turns, glaring at the man who tried to injure him! Cotti gulps, then turns to run, but Dorji grabs him, lifting Cotti into the air! Fredo rushes forward to intercede, but Dorji gives him the Bhutan Boot (Big Boot) to take him down, while still holding Cotti high up!! Dorji then turns, launching Cotti screaming over the ropes and sending him crashing down into Greenie!!*

Rockwell: They attempted to break Dorji's legs before the match and failed!!

Hood: I've never seen a stick shatter like that before!

Rockwell: This isn't going to end well for Fredo...

*The Bell Rings, finally, as Dorji stomps over to Fredo, who looks stunned. As Fredo tries to rise, Dorji smashes him back down with an overhead chop, leaving Fredo laid out! Dorji could probably go for the pin, but he's still looking angry at everything that's been happening lately. He ignores the yells of the Professor to end it and instead pulls Fredo up off the mat... by his face!!! The Claw submission is locked in, as Fredo desperately struggles against it, trying to pull free. But Dorji lifts him completely in the air, then slams him back down with the Thimphu Slam (Chokeslam from The Claw)!!!! Fredo is not moving, and will not be for some time, as Dorji makes the pin... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

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

Hood: Man, talk about fast destruction!

Rockwell: The Impasta Mafia had only one move, and damn, did it backfire!

Hood: I think Fredo even got chokeslammed in the debris field. I hope Cotti & Greenie have some tweezers in the back, I think they're going to need them...

*Dorji gives a roar to the audience, many of whom can't help but back up on instinct from the sight of this man. The Professor applauds, telling him it's time to go, as Dorji steps over the ropes. He drops to the outside, stopping briefly where he sees Manny Cotti struggling to get up. Without thinking about it, Dorji swings, chopping Cotti in the head and putting him back down! Dorji then walks away, laughing to himself, as the Professor follows behind him, glad to see them victorious.*



*In a backstage corridor, the camera pans down a long wall now plastered with cheap paper zombies and orange tinsel scotch taped by the handful. We land on the four members of Legacy, Noah and Jackson hanging a large rubber bat from the ceiling as Shawn stands by idly and Raven fishes through one of the cardboard boxes.*

James Raven: Four boxes worth of dollar store Halloween decorations, and you don't have a single ghost?

Noah Jackson: You're goddamn right.

James Raven: Ghosts are a staple of the season, man.

Noah Jackson: Don't bring that evil upon my house, James.

Shawn Warstein: My house.

Noah Jackson: My dads house. Don't bring that evil upon it, James.

*Jackson Hart finishes hanging the bat and goes into another of the boxes for another decoration. He pulls out a small poster tube, pulling out and unrolling a large image of a dingo. Noah notices it, and shudders.*

Jackson Hart: Is this a poster of a... a dingo?

Noah Jackson: ... y- yes.

*Noah crosses himself for protection from evil.*

James Raven: But dingos aren't scary.

*Noah spins furiously on James.*

Noah Jackson: Then let's put YOUR baby near one, cunt.

Shawn Warstein: Have some respect, dude. A woman lost her child...

*James looks taken aback by Noah and Shawns intensity. Reluctantly he tears a few pieces of tape from his roll and slaps the poster of the fearsome beast up on the wall. All four Legacy members stare at the dingo in a moment of respectfully terrified silence. Noah is the first to speak.*

Noah Jackson: So... like... we should for sure decorate the entranceway to the ring, right?

Shawn Warstein: You guys, sure. Your match starts...

*Shawn looks down at his wristwatch.*

Shawn Warstein: ... very soon.

*Noah, Jackson and Raven all look at each other nervously. Oh, right, they have a farce of a match to get to... another Jonathan Barrows Bait and Switch. Noah grabs a nearly full box of decorations and takes off down the hallway towards the ring area. Jackson and James look at Shawn, then take off behind the loveable cunt.*

*Shawn is left alone in the hallway, and shrugs. He walks off to get ready for his own match. We fade out.*





*We cut back to a shot in a hospital ward, somewhere in Dallas. There are only so many hospitals, so you should be able to narrow it down, but for privacy's sake, we'll keep it vague. Inside one of the rooms, we can see The Accelerator, laying quietly in a bed. He's looked better. The camera moves outside, where the detective in charge of his case is sitting there, reading a paper. A nurse walks up with a fresh cup of coffee.*

Nurse: Here you go, Joe. Freshly made from the back ward.

Detective: Thank you, miss. I appreciate the courtesy.

Nurse: Do you think you're going to be here long?

Detective: Well, the doctor said that Mr. Barrows in there could wake up at any time. I need to take his statement. He might have clues to where his son has ended up.

Nurse: True, but... you need to eat sometime, so if you want to go to the cafeteria later...

*The detective smiles at the flirting nurse, nodding to her as she turns and walks away seductively. He then goes back to his paper, not noticing The Accelerator stirring slightly behind him. We return to the GCWA Arena.*

Rockwell: I hope Ace is okay...

Hood: He's in a hospital, of COURSE he's not okay!

Rockwell: No, I mean... mentally, you know? We still don't know what happened to him, other than that he was found in an Atlanta hospital...

Hood: Well, if the doctors are right, maybe we'll find out soon enough...

Rockwell: Until then, back to the wrestling!


Singles Match
Atara Themis(2-1) vs. Shawn Warstein(8-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... making her way to the ring... standing 5'10" and weighing 138... here is Atara Themis!!

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

Rockwell: Atara was eerily quiet this week.

Hood: She asked for this match after what seemed to be some bitter words between her and her former boyfriend.

*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: Atara looks focused and ready for a war.

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

*"With all this bread, I need a bigger stomach
My name ring bells, so you can here me comin"*

Rockwell: And here he comes.

Hood: One fourth of Legacy, and the only member with a singles match this week.

*Shawn walks out from the back behind the curtain, head down hood covering his head. He stands at the top of the ramp for a minute rocking back and forth and as soon as the chorus his the lights shut off and a spotlight emerges on Shawn as he flips his hood off and extends his arms.*

Rockwell: Warstein didn't hold back this week when referring to Atara, it was some of the most visceral talks we've seen from him since he's been here.

Hood: I just hope Noah is cleared to compete tonight. Don't worry Legacy I brought my boom box and a tape of Country's greatest hits.

*Shawn slowly walks down the ramp with an air of confidence. Some of the fans are chanting "SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!" at him, but Warstein ignores them. Once he gets to the ring he slides under the bottom rope and heads to his corner. He takes off the hoodie and places his head on the top turnbuckle looking towards the ground. He mutters something to himself, and then turns around and waits for the bell to ring.*

Rockwell: What once was two people in a relationship...

Hood: Now two people at each other throats.

*The bells rings as Atara begins yelling something towards Warstein. The two slowly move closer. The yelling between the two of them gets louder as neither person backs down.*

Hood: Looks like Warstein is trying to plead his case.

Rockwell: Well.... ooop looks like it didn't matter.

*Atara levels Warstein with a forearm to the face, followed by another. Shawn stumbles backwards, as Atara stays on the attack. More forearms to the face of Shawn as he leans up against the ropes and wiggles down to the corner. The ref gets in between the two of them and separates them.*

Rockwell: Shawn is checking his nose for blood...

Hood: Shit Atara's back on the attack.

*Atara runs towards Shawn and leaps pinning him in the corner. She grabs him by the hair and brings him to the middle of the ring. She quickly spins Shawn around and hooks both arms and hits a bridging Dragon Suplex. The ref slides in. 1......*

Hood: Shawn with a quick kickout.

Rockwell: We haven't seen this kind of aggression out of Atara.

Hood: Did you hear what he did?

Rockwell: None of that matters in the ring, and he's one of the best.

*The fans throw in another "SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!" chant as the action continues. Shawn drags himself to the bottom rope and slowly pulls himself up. Atara brushes the hair out of her face and quickly begins to stalk Shawn on the ropes. She kicks a leg out from under him, knocking him flat on his back. Then Atara begins to stomp furiously on Shawn, over and over again. Shawn wisely rolls under the bottom rope as the frustrated Atara screams at him.*

Atara Themis: YOU FUCKING COWARD! FIGHT ME!!!

*Shawn crawls to the barricade and leans up against it catching his breath.*

Rockwell: Warstein might be content with taking the count out here. You know what they say, A woman scorned...

Hood: Is a woman on the attack....

*The Ref begins to count out Shawn but Atara stops him and slides out under the bottom rope. A quick kick to the side of Shawn's face keeps him down but not for long as Atara drags him to his feet by his hair. A quick slap across the face from Atara as she whips Shawn into the ring post face first. Shawn rag dolls to the floor, as Atara never breaks her concentration.*

Hood: Usually Warstein would've put up some sort of fight by now.

*Atara waits for Shawn to get to his feet and once he does, she grabs him from behind. Atara struggles for a moment to lift Shawn but eventually hits a release German Suplex onto the floor outside of the ring.*

Rockwell: I don't think Atara is concerned with winning... I think she just wants to hurt Warstein.

Hood: For what? He didn't do anything...

Rockwell: That might be the problem.

*Atara stays on the attack after getting to her feet. Shawn tries to crawl away but is met by a kick in the ribs, as he crumbles to the floor. Scratching and clawing his way away, as Atara continues her onslaught. Grabbing Shawn by the hair and slamming his head into the ground, but Atara doesn't let go, and pulls him up to his feet slowly. Atara drags Shawn to the ring and rolls him in under the bottom rope. Out of pure anger Atara slams her fists against the ring apron.*

Hood: About time they get back into the ring. That was way longer and a ten count.

Rockwell: Maybe Noah Jackson does have a point with the referee reform?

Hood: Maybe.

*Atara wastes no time in continuing her attack. A boot to the side of Warstein's head crumples him again. Atara rolls Shawn over on his belly and grabs ahold of him*

Rockwell: She might kill him...

Hood: I was thinking the same thing.

*Atara locks in a rear naked choke hold and tightens her grip. And then tighter, and finally it looks like Shawn is out. The ref comes in and checks. Lifting Warsteins's arm.... once. As it falls helplessly to the mat.*

Rockwell: Uh-Oh.

*A second time, as Atara cranks as hard as she can. As his arm falls once again.*

Hood: She might have done it... she might have killed him.

*The ref lifts the arm a third time but before he could even let go Shawn rips his arm away and begins to grab at Atara's arm. Shawn fights as Atara pulls back harder and harder. Shawn swings an elbow wildly, to no avail. Then again. And again. Each strike to Atara's ribs takes a toll.*

Rockwell: Shawn lives to fight another day!

Hood: Good because I don't think our insurance can cover another death...

Rockwell: What do you mean another?

Hood: You're acting kinda Sus right now...

*Shawn finally breaks free, as Atara releases him. Shawn rolls over on to his belly to attempt to get away, but Atara is quickly there, she rolls him over on to his back and gets a full mount on him.*

Rockwell: I don't know how much MMA training Warstein has..... but he better hope it's enough.

*Atara begins to reign down a flurry of lefts and rights as all Shawn can do is cover up. Not all the blows are landing, but enough are making their way through his guard. Atara feints a punch as Shawn flinches, she sneaks a right hand and it lands hard.*

Rockwell: Warstein might be out...

Hood: Atara with the cover...

*At the count of two Shawn gets a shoulder up. Atara's frustration begins to boil over as she jumps to her feet and gets right in the refs face and begins to argue.*

Rockwell: We've seen what happens when you turn your back on Warstein before.

Hood: I don't think she has to worry. He's hurt badly.

*Shawn slowly grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself to the middle rope and then finally up to his feet. Shawn leans on the ropes catching his breath when Atara finally turns around and stares daggers at Shawn. All he does is waves her on. Atara rushes are Shawn who sidesteps at the last second.*

Rockwell: What did I say about turning you back on Warstein?

Hood: Uhhh not to?

*Atara recoils off the ropes and backwards into Shawn who grabs her and quickly spins her around. Grabbing her by the arm he whips her across the ring. Shawn falls to a knee obviously tired as Atara goes for the Judgement Of Paris.*

Hood: There It is!

*But Shawn catches the leg before it hits, and shoves it to the ground. Shawn boots Atara in the midsection, as she bunches over Shawn hooks one arm and then the other. He takes a second and puts his head down.*

Hood: Why is he hesitating?

Rockwell: He didn't throw a single punch this whole time.... I don't think he wanted to fight.

*Shawn raises his head and kicks one leg back and swings it forward. Atara is met with the full force of The Ego Trip. Shawn unhooks his arms and rolls off to the side and eventually to the corner. He stands in the corner waiting....*

Hood: Why isn't he going for the cover?

Rockwell: Love will make you do strange things...

*Atara slowly comes to and eventually is on her knees in the middle of the ring. Shawn pleads with her to just get out of the ring. Ever defiant and the badass Atara spits towards Shawn and flips him off.*

Shawn Warstein: Don't make me do this....

*Once again Atara ever the antagonist.*

Atara Themis: Just do it you pussy!

*Shawn begins to frantically tap his foot against the ground. Atara keeps going until Shawn finally says something.*

Shawn Warstein: I'll always love you.....But Fuck You!

*Shawn runs towards Atara. She closes her eyes and doesn't attempt to block it. A King's Crown hits flush, as Atara crumples in the middle of the ring. Shawn quickly goes for the cover...1.....2.....3.*

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

Hood: I don't know that I can call him a winner under these circumstances...

Rockwell: Clearly one of the toughest matches in Warstein's life, for completely different reasons than normal. We'll have to see how this affects him as he heads towards the North American Title shot at the end of the month.

*Warstein is still in the ring, staring at the downed Atara, as we slowly fade out.*





*The fans in the GCWA Arena murmur amongst themselves as they prepare for the next match, but suddenly the lights in the building dim and the heavy intro of "BLOCKBUSTER NIGHT ONE" by Run the Jewels blasts over the speaker system.*

Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you're frontless
Oodles and noodles, bang bullets at suckers noodles

*The crowd explodes in roars and jeers as three members of Legacy appear at the top of the entrance ramp. James Raven and Jackson Hart stand with their GCWA tag team titles displayed proudly around their waists, and Noah stands between them with the cardboard box of Halloween decorations tight to his chest. He drops the box on the floor, bending over to pull fistfuls of orange and black tinsel from the inside.*

Last album, voodoo, proved that we was fuckin' brutal
I'm talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo

*With a shower of sparks atop the ramp, Noah takes off towards the ring and tosses tinsel all over the fan barricades on his way down. James Raven kneels down and pulls out several small plastic spiders and tosses them into the crowd as Jackson lifts a few hollow plastic pumpkins and trails the other two, balancing them on the ramp at various points on his way to the ring. All three men finally reach the base of the steel ring steps where they take three microphones from a ring worker and leap through the ropes to the mat. The Legacy trio wait for the music to fade before Noah speaks to the crowd.*

Noah Jackson: You cunts are welcome for all the festivity around the building! Make sure it's noted that Barrows and his "mad clan" of family members weren't the ones that did it.

Jackson Hart: Did you just refer to the Barrows family as a mad clan? They're not gonna like that.

Noah Jackson: I don't care! I don't like showing up to work for the day, expecting to have a sick match with my buds, only to be relegated to "site decorator"!

Jackson Hart: That's fair. The entire time we've been in this building I've barely even thought about the fact that we have a match tonight... against the fearsome "TBD".

*James Raven shakes his head in disgust.*

James Raven: This is honestly turning into a fucking joke. Barrows has already done the "mystery opponent" thing with Jackson and I, and it got him nowhere. Another easy victory for the team that he can't stand to see win. So what the hell was his game plan here tonight? You can't find a single person who can beat Jackson or I one on one, but you think somehow you can find a unit that when combined has more to offer than Legacy?

Noah Jackson: Preposterous.

Jackson Hart: Ill conceived.

James Raven: Fucking dumb.

*The Legacy trio stand together in the ring, soaking in the moment as the GCWA fans begin to cascade them with boos. Legacy is nothing if not arrogant.*

James Raven: You know, Barrows... precedent is a dangerous thing. It's the reason I pulled out of Graves vs Themis. I couldn't allow you to set the precedent that you could book my people to cannibalize themselves just because you don't have the horses to give us a real run. I couldn't allow you to break the precedent you've already established of bringing out the washed up and the also rans whenever it was time for Legacy to take over the show... I got exactly what I wanted; a night off that saw Warstein take control of the North American title race, and a match the following week where Barrows did nothing but admit he was out of competition for us. To be determined? No promotional work all week from anyone looking to take our heads? That's exactly what I fuckin' thought-

*Suddenly, Raven finds himself interrupted, as "Thunder Struck" by AC/DC begins to play! All three Legacy members turn as "Thundering" Terry Marshall and Space Lord of the Sports Entertainment Xpress appear on the stage!*

Hood: What are these two losers doing here?

Rockwell: Losers? S.E.X. is one of the top teams in the world, Hood!

Hood: They already had their shot with Legacy, though, so they should make room for other teams... like The A-List!

*Marshall raises up a mic, staring at the Tag-Team Champions standing in the ring.*

Terry Marshall: Hart! Raven! Whatcha gonna do, when S.E.X....

*Before Marshall can finish, though, he's suddenly interrupted himself...*

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

*The crowd pops again, as Xavier Lux and Marcus Ka'Derrion walk out, joining Marshall & Space Lord on the stage!*

Rockwell: Now this could be a problem...

Hood: What is this, an intervention or something? What's with all the tag-teams coming out?

*Ka'Derrion's holding his own mic as he points towards the ring.*

Marcus Ka'Derrion: Hart & Raven have been ducking us ever since the Gauntlet match, because they know we're the top team in the GCWA! You want a challenge, Legacy? We're right here...

*Hart & Raven beckon them on, and Ka'Derrion & Lux start to walk down the ramp... only to be blocked by Terry Marshall & Space Lord.*

Terry Marshall: Are you guys blind? First rule throughout the universe, first one who calls it gets it. Now take a hike, sinners!

*Marshall & Space Lord turn, starting to head for the ring themselves, but Ka'Derrion & Lux both grab them, spinning them around. Without another word, Space Lord swings at Ka'Derrion, while Lux jumps on Marshall, and the brawl between the two teams is once again renewed!!!*

Rockwell: We're going to need security out here!!

Hood: Hah, this is great! A free fight to replace the mistake of the 3v3!!

*In the ring, both Hart & Raven are laughing at what they're watching, seeing two teams beat themselves up rather than come to the ring to fight them. They start critiquing what they're watching, cheering on who gets the bigger hits, as Noah Jackson leans on the ropes behind them, looking like it's hilarious.*

Rockwell: We need to break this up before some fans get hurt.

Hood: Yeah, it's so wild, some are even jumping the railing over there...

Rockwell: Wait, what?

*As the brawl continues between Sins of the Fathers and Sports Entertainment Xpress, the camera focuses on the ring, where a man is seen, sliding into the ring next to Noah. Before Noah can react, pulling himself off the ropes, the man quickly twists him around... and drops him with That Damn Incredible (Argentine Piledriver)!!!! The crowd explodes, even as the man quickly dives back through the ropes as Hart & Raven belatedly turn around, hurrying back to where Noah is laying.*

Rockwell: What the hell??

Hood: That... that can only be one man!!!

*The cameras move around to focus on the man as he's already in the crowd, turning to look back at Hart & Raven. He pulls the hat off his head, making it even more clear that it's THE INCREDIBLE ONE!!!*

Rockwell: He's back in the GCWA!! TIO!!!

Hood: Didn't Raven just mention him on Twitter??

Rockwell: Apparently TIO heard him!

*Raven and Hart glare at TIO, while they work to help Noah up. TIO points at them, smiling as he says "You asked for this". He turns and departs, as we switch back to the brawl. Marshall now is punching away on Xavier, while Ka'Derrion has Space Lord down in a submission, as the security finally arrives to start breaking things up. We fade out.*





*The image shifts to outside the arena. Jonathan Barrows is seen, slowly walking out, a platoon of security coming with him as they approach an area to the side. We can see two vehicles parked there. Outcast steps out of a rental, while The Lost Soul still has his van, with a bit of damage from recent events. The two men glare at each other, ready to start fighting again, but Jonathan puts a hand up.*

Jonathan Barrows: Please, gentlemen, let's not have another brawl. I asked for us to meet out here so no more property would be damaged, but I'd still rather not have to involve the security guards behind me with their tasers.

*Both Outcast and The Lost Soul study the force with Mr. Barrows. One of them, the Security Commander, smiles at TLS while lifting up his taser, looking particularly interested in using it.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'll make this short and sweet, gentlemen, if I may call you that. I know you two are going to be fighting for the Unified X-Division Title at Fright or Flight, and I'm sure you expected a cushy ride getting to that match, since I don't want either of you inside the arena at this time. However...

*Barrows gives a deep, painful sigh, before continuing.*

Jonathan Barrows: Due to your actions, you've caused a bit of a contractual issue that I have to resolve. You see, when you came to the ring dressed as Mailer Daemon and Titan Fore... you violated some copyright laws that I have to deal with. The two men involved in this, though, have agreed that they'll forgo bringing in the lawyers if they get a tag-team match... against the two of you. So next week, it's going to be...

*After a deep breath, as if not believing what he's about to say, Jonathan continues.*

Jonathan Barrows: Outcast and The Lost Soul.... vs. Mailer Daemon & Titan Fore... next week!

*Jonathan turns and walks away, as Outcast and The Lost Soul turn towards each other. Both look surprised, especially at the fact that they'll have to be working together. Neither looks very excited at the idea. We cut back to ringside.*

Hood: Wait, what? There's actually a Mailer Daemon and a Titan Fore?

Rockwell: Apparently so, Hood. After all, Barrows wouldn't have put those names in the match if he didn't know about them...

Hood: I suppose that makes sense... but Outcast & The Lost Soul teaming up? That seems like a disaster waiting to happen...

Rockwell: Hopefully security will be ready.


Singles Match
Enforcer(8-7) vs. The Glitter God(1-0)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... coming to the ring... standing 6'3" and weighing 325 lbs... from the Glitter Galaxy... here is The Glitter God!!

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

*POOF!*

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

Rockwell: Last week, The Glitter God was supposed to face Blue Thunder, but the match was called off. Now, we actually get to see him in action.

Hood: I still don't know what to think of this guy. His main finisher is throwing glitter in someone's face!

Rockwell: Which is still a horrible thing to have happen to you...

Hood: Yes, but it's not exactly incapacitating...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 275 lbs... from Brooklyn, New York... here is the GCWA World Television Champion... The Enforcer!!

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

Hood: So you acknowledge The Enforcer as the champ now, right?

Rockwell: I may not have liked what Enforcer tried to do to Tony The Spider, but he did technically get the title in the Ladder match first, so yes, his reign is correct.

Hood: Good, just wanted to make sure you said it.

Rockwell: As for Enforcer, he went and tried to get into NASA to learn about The Glitter God's galaxy without success.

Hood: While Ed Houston just gets to waltz in, just because he's the Rocketman...

Rockwell: At least Enforcer got to meet Milky J, a man who really loves the Hubble Telescope.

Hood: Any friend of Jimmy Fallon is never a friend of mine...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: This is a major opportunity for The Glitter God. A win over The Enforcer would certainly put him into title contention right away.

Hood: Too bad Enforcer isn't going to let that happen. He doesn't play around with these silly wrestlers anymore, he just crushes them like he did Tony The Spider, and is going to do to Lucas Thames.

*Enforcer makes sure the World Television Title is taken care of before turning towards The Glitter God, who is still standing in the corner, his back turned. Enforcer walks up behind him, intent on beating the hell out of him for not taking this seriously enough. As Enforcer grabs The Glitter God's shoulder, The Glitter God suddenly spins around, his hand coming up... and Enforcer catches it in his own large hand, stopping it in mid-air!! The Glitter God stares at the two hands that have come together, then winces as Enforcer starts to crush down on the hand!! Glitter begins to pour out from the hand, falling to the ground, as Enforcer then starts pummelling The Glitter God with his free fist!!*

Rockwell: Right off the bat,The Glitter God tried for the Glitter Bomb!!

Hood: Stupid to try that so early, The Enforcer is way too smart for that to work...

Rockwell: And now we've got a small pool of glitter on the mat...

Hood: Damn it, every wrestler for the rest of the night is going to be finding glitter when they shower up.

*The Glitter God tries to fight back out of the corner, swinging at The Enforcer, but he just lands a knee to The Glitter God's gut, doubling him over. Enforcer then shows his power, getting The Glitter God into position and lifting him into the air with a snap suplex! The Glitter God rolls away for a moment, hurting, not used to having his 325-lb frame getting thrown like that. He gets up, but Enforcer is right there, landing a high knee that sends The Glitter God back into the ropes. As the man returns, Enforcer uses his momentum to toss him up, landing a pop-up powerbomb!! The fans are stunned by the immense strength that would take, even as Enforcer makes the cover... 1... 2... and The Glitter God manages to escape.*

Hood: The power of this man!!

Rockwell: Damn impressive, seeing him toss a heavyweight like The Glitter God around...

Hood: Now I really want an Enforcer/Bifford match, just to see if Enforcer could lift him...

Rockwell: That is basically a Holy Grail of wrestling, Hood, it happens so rarely...

*Enforcer has The Glitter God back up now, although the wrestler is clearly hurt after that powerbomb. But his opponent shows no mercy, not backing up an inch as he strikes away at The Glitter God. Enforcer then shoves him into the corner, before backing away for a moment and charging with a spear deep into the Glitter God's stomach!! The Glitter God falls forward afterwards, almost looking like he might lose his lunch, which would not mix well with the glitter. Enforcer sees it as well, for the first time taking a step back, but when nothing comes out, he moves in once more, quickly grabbing hold of The Glitter God and dropping with the Death Penalty DDT!!! The Glitter God is out, with Enforcer covering him up... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... The Enforcer!!

Rockwell: Not quite the competitive match we were hoping for...

Hood: I'm just glad we didn't find out if Glitter Gods vomit glitter...or something worse...

Rockwell: Enforcer is looking like he's taking things to another level, continuing his championship run.

*The Glitter God is still down, as the referee checks on the man. Enforcer, meanwhile, has already left the ring, retrieving his title and leaving without a glance back. He's on to his next objective.*





*We return from the break at ringside, where Adrian Rockwell & Hood are both looking a little more excited.*

Rockwell: Ladies and gentleman, it's time for the contract signing!

Hood: These are always fun!

Rockwell: Let's send it to Deana Barrows, waiting in the ring!

*Deana Barrows is shown, in a beautiful dress likely bought for this very occasion. She smiles at the cheers from the audience as she looks around. There's a desk set up in the ring with a contract positioned on top of it.*

Deana Barrows: I hope everyone's having an amazing night! But now, we have business to deal with. Let me first introduce two of the greatest wrestlers in the world today. First...

*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.*

Deana Barrows: Please welcome the former Heavyweight Champion of the World.... LISSIE HOPE!!

*The crowd pops as Hope enters the ring, watching as she moves to her side of the table.*

Rockwell: Hope looks extremely confident as always...

Hood: She's been to the top, and she wants to get there again!

Deana Barrows: And now, coming to the ring... your Heavyweight Champion of the World.... CHELSEA LECLAIR!!

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

Rockwell: Two great competitors, who have had two amazing matches!

Hood: But the third has to be the decider!

*The fans are roaring with cheers as the tension builds. Lissie Hope and the GCWA World Champion Chelsea LeClair stand face to face in the middle of the ring, with a table set up in the middle of them. Chelsea smirks and places the belt on the table next to the documents, and Lissie's eyes slowly draw towards the gold emblem. Her brow furrows and she winces for a second as she runs her fingers on the inside of her jeans, feeling her waist empty.*

Deana Barrows: Thank you both for being here tonight!

*Dueling chants of "LISSIE!" and "CHELSEA!" erupt in all corners of the crowd. Both of these women have their own pockets of fandom.*

Deana Barrows: This is a momentous occasion and I'm very proud to be standing in the middle of it. This is completely unchartered territory in the two-decade-rich history of the GCWA. The top two names in this industry are women! Let's give them a round of applause!

*The fans explode in unison and Deana eggs them on. But the eyes of Lissie and Chelsea never waver from each other despite the commotion.*

Deana Barrows: Now last week, we had an opportunity to hear from Chelsea LeClair in a pre-recorded interview. Is there anything you'd like to say in response?

Lissie Hope: Not really. No.

*Deana is puzzled. Chelsea smirks.*

Deana Barrows: Anything at all?

Lissie Hope: Other than the fact this pomp and circumstance, this dog and pony show is all a farce. It's disingenuous, it's lazy, and it's doing a complete disservice to what you were intending to do in the first place.

*Deana's shocked Pikachu face is combined with a murmur in the crowd.*

Deana Barrows: What do you mean?

Lissie Hope: Did we usher in a new era? If you say so, Deana. But it shouldn't have had to happen in the first place. We've always been capable of climbing these mountains, but never did you sign someone who'd be up for the challenge. But you got that when you got me. And her, I guess.

Deana Barrows: I know you're proud of your achievements, Lissie, and we are very happy to have you here. It's why you're only a few weeks from meeting Chelsea LeClair for the groundbreaking main event! For the first time in GCWA history, two women will compete for the biggest prize at a GCWA pay per view! This is huge!

Lissie Hope: Yeah, we're gonna shatter some records at Fight or Fright.

Deana Barrows: It's... uh... Fright or Flight, Lissie.

Lissie Hope: Whatever. Look, here's the thing. You might look at this match and see dollar signs in your eyes. You can use us or however you want to sell those tickets. It doesn't matter all that much to me, to be honest. But the fact remains: I'm getting this rematch, not because I have some false sense of entitlement, or out of some arbitrary affirmative action-type bullshit. I'm getting this rematch because I fucking deserve it.

*Chelsea nods her head in agreement.*

Lissie Hope: And I didn't need to beg for it either, Chelsea.

*Chelsea's eyes widen a bit.*

Lissie Hope: You think you know all about me, Chelsea. You think you've got me all figured out. You assumed I was going to crawl into their offices and get on all fours and drum up some quid-pro-quo arrangement where I sucked myself a World Championship match. That may've been how you used to operate--

*Chelsea LeClair attempts to interject.*

Lissie Hope: Excuse me, Miss World Champion, but I'm speaking.

Rockwell: Shades of Kamala Harris on Wednesday night!

Hood: Oh boy, that clip is gonna go viral! Somewhere, Chad Vargas is angrily taking a switch to his hired help!

Rockwell: Jesus, fuck, Hood!

Lissie Hope: You've gotten on the mic several times since you won that title. I didn't want to rain on your celebration parade, so allow me the same courtesy. Please.

*Chelsea backs off and motions that the floor is hers.*

Lissie Hope: I don't hate you, Chelsea. I'm proud of you. As you've said, numerous times, you achieved the impossible. You beat the unbeatable. I never realized I was that good, but thank you for hyping me up even more than I hype up myself.

*Lissie takes a look at the contract and looks around the table for a pen. Deana pulls one out of her jacket pocket.*

Lissie Hope: I know every match on this Halloween show is going to have some type of spooky theme. Buried Alive or Hell in a Cell or some shit. I think we can agree on something though. That's something we don't want, and we don't need. We'll just go into this match, fight it clean, and show the world who the best in this industry really is. I've got one, and you've got one. We don't need that extra shit.

*Lissie takes the pen from Deana and scribbles her name on the signature line. The fans erupt.*

Rockwell: One down!

*Chelsea maintains a confident smirk on her face as she finally gets the opportunity to speak.*

Chelsea LeClair: To steal a quote from Ronald Reagan...'there you go again'...

*Chelsea rolls her eyes at some of the things that she just heard from Lissie.*

Chelsea LeClair: I do agree that we don't need a theme or a gimmick for this match. Our first two matches didn't have that... and they're going to go down as two of the greatest matches in GCWA this year. I'm not one to run up the score. I know the magnitude of my victory over you a few weeks back. But the way you talk about hype... the way you want to thank me for 'hyping you up'... why do you need to thank me? Why do you need to even say that I 'assumed' that you would go into the offices and suck off the boss for a rematch? Lissie, I've been preparing for this moment once the moment sunk in and once the celebration faded. I've been expecting the rematch and the third match between us the entire time. I was hoping... honestly... that you would've learned your lesson from a few weeks ago when I won this from you to begin with...

...but it doesn't appear that you have... because there you go again... assuming that I'm some type of idiot, putting thoughts in my mind that aren't there, putting words in my mouth that I'd never speak... there you go again with your grade school 'whore humor' insinuating that I've done 'dirty deeds' to get ahead in this business in the past. But you're the one standing there saying 'you think you know me...'

*Chelsea pauses and expresses a slightly angry, mostly annoyed look.*

Chelsea LeClair: Bitch, you've been assuming that you know me since the day we crossed paths against each other for the first time. You assumed that you were just going to walk all over me the first time that we met, thinking that just because I don't have the stereotypical look of a wrestler, because I spent a few years being a massive fuck up, because I had a tag team partner that was doing better than me and because... well, let's face it... you saw me, you looked up the skeletons in my closet and you thought "easy win". You won the first time... but I gave you a far harder challenge than you thought...

Rockwell: She makes a very strong point there...

Hood: But she still won...

Chelsea LeClair: Did you learn your lesson then? You didn't. A few weeks ago, when I beat you for this championship, again... you carried on with the attitude that you did. Sure, you saw me as a threat the second time around, but you still assumed you were going to just beat me and move on as the world champion and fulfill your little narrative of 'Chelsea is Lissie's eternal bitch'. You were STILL on that hill of the fact that you made me. You were stubborn. You went into that match with the same mentality as the first one while I went into it completely different, believing that I was going to win even if so few didn't. I evolved into a wrestler that you weren't prepared for...

I went in there and I wrestled the very best match that I had ever wrestled in my entire life and I had a match like that in me the entire time... and if you want to take that, be all up in your delusional bubble again and say 'I brought that out of you'... fine. But I know the truth. This company knows the truth. These fans know the truth too. The only one who was capable of bringing that kind of performance out of me... was me! You may not want to admit it, Lissie... but in GCWA... you've finally met someone that's level with you... and that's not some fantasy narrative I've cooked up just to make myself feel better... it's fact... and I proved it as fact when I beat you for this... and I'll further validate it when I beat you again!

*Chelsea maintains her confident demeanor in her eyes as she puts down the microphone and signs the contract.*

Deana Barrows: And with that, the contract is signed! Hope/LeClair III WILL take place at Fright or Flight!! Get your tickets now for potentially the match of the century!

*Hope and LeClair stand off against each other, each showing both respect and contained anger towards each other. The stand-off continues as we head to break.*



*We come back from the break at ringside, as the ring has been cleaned up over the last few minutes.*

Rockwell: Back to the action!


Singles Match
Micheal Graves(2-1) vs. PerZag(12-5)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... first, standing 6'5" and weighing 216 lbs... from Australia... here is the former GCWA North American Champion... PerZag!!

*'Whatever It Takes' by Imagine Dragons plays to the crowd as the women in the audience lose their shit. The men roll their eyes, stick fingers up and boo as the music continues to play.*

Rockwell: PerZag must feel a little cheated, as he earned another shot against Chelsea LeClair, only to have her vacate the belt.

Hood: Yeah, and now he's got to fight TWO guys for the belt instead of one chick! That just isn't fair...

Rockwell: Well, PerZag will have to find a way at Fright or Flight to come out victorious, and that starts tonight when he takes on one of those opponents, Micheal Graves...

Hood: Ummm... PerZag doesn't normally take this long...

Rockwell: Yeah, by now he's usually halfway to the... okay, well, I'm being told something's happening...

Hood: Well, then, switch to the footage, damn it!

*The fans are looking a little restless, wanting to know what's happening. We cut to the back... as PerZag comes crashing forward, smashing hard enough into the plaster to leave a cracked dent!!! PerZag falls to the side, his forehead already starting to bleed from the impact. The cameraman then violently gets pushed out of the way, as Michael Graves charges past him, booting PerZag in the ribs!!*

Hood: Oh no!! Perzag's in trouble!!

Rockwell: Graves must have ambushed him when he was about to head to the ring!

Hood: He's going to scar up the Sexiest Man on Earth!!

*Graves pulls the bleeding PerZag up, turning and hammmering him repeatedly, headfirst, into a nearby table. Miraculously, the table holds, even as PerZag slumps over it. Graves grabs PerZag by the head, dragging him backwards so that he can get close to PerZag's ear. He leans in, with the camera getting slightly closer in order to hear...*

Micheal Graves: I'm not the jobber, PerZag! I'M not the jobber!

*With that, Graves bangs PerZag back into the table, before stepping away. PerZag struggles to get up, wanting to fight back, doing a wild swing behind them that misses everyone, including, thankfully, the cameraman. PerZag then staggers away, trying to pull himself together, looking on shaky knees. He can't protect himself as Graves suddenly steps back into the shot, spewing Poison Mist into PerZag's face!!! PerZag lets out a yell as he falls against the wall, completely blinded!!*

Rockwell: The Poison Mist strikes again!!

Hood: Oh no!!

*PerZag slumps against the wall, desperately trying to clear his vision, but the Poison Mist isn't that easy to get rid of. In the meantime, Graves has gone and grabbed a fire extinguisher off the wall. But he has no intention of pulling the pin and using it that way. Instead, he swings it like a bat, smashing it into PerZag's exposed upper back!!! PerZag falls forward, collapsing on the ground, not moving, as Graves drops the extinguisher to the ground. He turns and walks away, his point apparently made, as aides start running in to check on the downed wrestler.*

Hood: This is one of the worst things I've ever seen!

Rockwell: You're only saying that because it's one of your favorites...

Hood: C'mon, Adrian! I can always count on you to talk about how unfair something is!

Rockwell: True, and this was definitely an ambush. Has Graves removed one of his opponents for Fright vs. Flight??

*A medic shows up, pushing his way into the pile to check on PerZag and start cleaning off his face to see the extent of his wounds. We cut away.*





*We return one more time to the hospital, where the detective can be seen finishing up what he was reading. He sets it to the side, before peeking back into the room where The Accelerator is still laying. He nods, noticing there hasn't been a change.*

Detective: Maybe I do have a moment for a quick meal with that nurse... or something else...

*The detective walks off, as the camera turns towards The Accelerator's bedside once again. He starts tossing and turning, close to waking up. A shadow falls over the camera, of a figure entering the room now that the detective is gone. The camera suddenly is shut off.*

Hood: Uh oh...

Rockwell: Someone call the hospital and get security over there!

Hood: Man, we might be down a figurehead...

Rockwell: Damn, what do we do?

Hood: We get to the main event, that's what we do!


Tag-Team Match
Lucas Thames & Mike Zybala(0-0) vs. The Greek Gods (Hades & Zeus)(0-3)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... entering the arena... weighing a combined 295 lbs... here are Hades & Zeus... The Greek Gods!!

*Enter Sandman hits! Thunder sounds. Lightning Strikes! Sure, this isn't the proper order but, whatever. Zeus emerges, his head held high. Darkness suddenly covers the arena like a giant cloud swallowing the sun. Hades emerges. Standing shoulder to shoulder, the two brothers from Olympus make their way to the ring as arrogantly as their tiny bodies will allow. Zeus climbs the steps. Hades rolls in under the bottom rope. Zeus finds a nearby corner and ascends, holding his arms out to soak in the worship. Hades drops to the mat and wiggles around, sticking his tongue out, trying to roll his eyes into the back of the head (only half achieved). He seems to be attempting to seduce people into joining him in the underworld. All of this ridiculousness stops and both men return to the mat, on their feet, heading into their corner, ready to dominate whatever steps through the GCWA curtain*

Rockwell: Hades & Zeus tried to become 'Internet Famous' by doing the Cranberry TikTok Challenge...

Hood: They certainly had a unique take on it, getting busted for shoplifting the cranberry juice...

Rockwell: Yep, should have remembered to bring some cash.

Hood: I've done that before, honestly, gotten to the store and realized my credit cards were in my other jeans. But then I sweet-talked my way into getting free stuff, so it worked out.

Rockwell: Why don't I believe you?

Hood: A very good question, Adrian. Why don't you?

Minos: Their opponents... weighing a combined 420 lbs... accompanied by Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn... here are Lucas "The Icon" Thames & Mike Zybala!!

*"Not Gonna Die" by Skillet begins to play, as people rise up, cheering. Out of the curtain steps Lucas, raising his arms in thanks. The music then switches to "Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K., with Mike Zybala stepping out to the other side. The two men nod at each other, before turning back towards the entryway, as the music then shifts to "Sweep Da Floor" by Keith From Up The Block. Both men start cheering The Janitor on as he steps out, the Outsiders World Title around his waist and a cloth bag in hand. Vaughn looks embarrassed by the attention, pointing them towards the ring with his free hand since it should be their time, and they all head down together.*

Rockwell: Both Thames and Zybala did a lot to train up Peter Vaughn, and it certainly appears to have paid off.

Hood: I suppose so. I hope they saved themselves some energy for tonight, especially Zybala. Drinking too much can really sap a ghost's strength...

Rockwell: Tonight, Peter Vaughn is the Champion of Managers!

Hood: Isn't that supposed to be Manager of Champions? Oh, wait... I see what you did there...

Rockwell: Only speaking the truth...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So here we go, a newly-formed tag-team under the Janitor's influence vs. the long-running team of the Greek Gods!

Hood: Man, I would laugh my ass off if Duce Jones comes down here and makes Zybala lose to Zeus in the Battle of the Z...

*Hades directs Zeus back to their corner, as he wants to begin this contest. Zybala nods to Thames, who backs off. Apparently there was an agreement made in the back. Hades comes forward, showing off his incredibly muscled arms... in his own mind, at least. Zybala gives him a smile, then reaches to his side pocket, pulling out something. Hades immediately recoils, expecting a potential dreadful assault from a minion of Poseidon. However, all Zybala is holding is... a Kit Kat. He offers it to Hades, whose eyes go wide with excitement. He steps forward to take it, even as Zeus shouts a warning. But it's too late to stop Hades, who takes the candy bar and walks off, unwrapping it to take a bite. Zybala watches him go, still smiling.*

Hood: Wait... what the hell is happening?

Rockwell: Looks like Zybala brought some of Hades' favorite treats along with him.

Hood: But it's not even Halloween! And no one said Trick or Treat!

Rockwell: With the participants of this one, I think all expectations should be out of the window.

*Zeus looks frustrated as Hades comes over to him, showing the Kit Kat with pure happiness on his face. But Zeus immediately grabs what's left of the candy bar and throws it away, towards the crowd!! Hades, upset, asks why he did that to free candy, with Zeus saying that there are far superior options available than a Kit Kat. In the meantime, Zybala has turned to outside the ring, getting Vaughn to come over to him with the bag Vaughn was carrying earlier. Vaughn obediently opens it up and gives it to Zybala, who yells for Hades' attention. Hades looks over, with Zybala opening the bag, revealing it to be FULL of Kit Kats of every variety!! Zybala offers it, with Hades looking between the bag and his partner. He then tags Zeus, before turning and grabbing the bag, quickly leaving the ring!*

Rockwell: There's the devious Lord of the Underworld we all know and love...

Hood: He's abandoning Zeus?

Rockwell: Zeus started it by throwing away the first Kit Kat...

*Hades is on the outside now, snacking away on the candy, as Zeus enters into the ring. He points at Zybala, saying that the trick won't work on him. Zybala nods in understanding... and then produces a Reese's two cup package! Zeus involuntarily licks his lips, considering it... but he shakes his head, saying that his body is a temple that has to be ready to beat up Zybala and Thames. Zybala seems to respect the decision, backing off and tagging in Lucas Thames instead. Thames steps in with a serious look, making Zeus reconsider the candy offer. But it's too late, as Thames comes forward, locking up with Zeus and easily tossing him back into the corner! He follows Zeus in, landing some forearms, as the match finally begins!*

Rockwell: Thames is taking this just as seriously as if he was facing The Enforcer!

Hood: Yeah, but he won't be able to throw around the World Television Champion that easily...

*Thames drags Zeus out of the corner, quickly lifting him up and delivering a snap dragon suplex! Zeus is down, with Thames making the cover... 1... 2... and Zeus somehow kicks out in time. Thames brings Zeus up, starting to take him over to Zybala, but Zeus pulls away, trying to summon every bit of energy he can bring to bear. He strikes at the surprised Thames, landing the Lightning Bolt (Knife Edged Chop)!! Thames looks at the slightly-red mark on his chest, then glances back at Zeus, who tries again with a second Lightning Bolt! Thames again barely sells it, before returning with a chop of his own... that knocks Zeus onto his back!! Thames shakes his head and tags Zybala back in, letting him have some time.*

Hood: Zeus needs to work on building up some electricity like Lightning does.

Rockwell: You know, it's rather amazing that Wrath of the Storm and the Greek Gods haven't faced off...

Hood: A match that would be extremely hard to predict...

*Zybala is still smiling as he approaches the struggling Zeus, dragging him upwards and taking him back down with a Russian leg sweep! He goes for the pin, but the referee has turned away, checking on Hades coming up onto the apron. Hades is still eating away at a Kit Kat, but he seems to be interested in the match as well, threatening to step through. As Zybala pulls up Zeus, wondering what's going on, Zeus suddenly kicks out with a Big Boot... that lands low, hitting Zybala in the groin!!! Zybala staggers away, hurting, as Zeus recovers. He realizes he's got an opening, so he runs forward, trying to pick up Zybala into a slam, only to have it turn into a small package! The ref turns and runs over, making a count... 1... 2... NO! Both men get free, keeping the match going.*

Hood: SO CLOSE!!

Rockwell: Zeus would have won due to an illegal move, Hood!

Hood: Hey, it's not his fault his Big Boot doesn't go that high! Stop size-shaming!

*Zeus struggles up, trying to bring Zybala with him as he heads towards the corner. Hades reaches out, with a Kit Kat in hand, but Zeus is quickly repulsed, stepping backwards without meaning to. This allows Zybala to pull away from him, bouncing against the ropes and catching Zeus with Disrespect (360-spin backhanded slap)!! Zeus falls backwards, as Zybala, no longer smiling, comes over and grabs at Zeus' leg, setting him up for the Annie Wilkes Special (Boston Crab/Ankle Lock combo)!! Seeing this, Hades reluctantly puts down the candy and steps through the ropes, rushing at Zybala... only for Thames to jump in as well, nailing Hades with a clothesline!!*

Rockwell: Hades is down!

Hood: Should have stuck to the chocolate...

*Zybala's back up, having released his hold when he heard the impact of Hades. He turns to Thames and nods to him, with the two men turning and grabbing hold of Hades. They lift simultaneously, giving Hades a two-man Tilt-A-Whirl Gutbuster!! Hades rolls away out of the ring, the Kit Kats likely not sitting well now. Zeus is up behind them, charging in, but Zybala catches his charge and lifts him up, delivering the Sound of Silence (Reverse Go To Sleep)!!! Zeus is out, as Zybala moves to make the cover. Thames stands guard, although Hades shows no sign of coming in... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... Lucas "The Icon" Thames & Mike Zybala!!

Rockwell: Thames & Zybala are triumphant!

Hood: Well, I was hoping for a miracle, but oh well...

Rockwell: Thames & Zybala appear to make a strong team. We'll have to see if they team up again in the future.

*Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn has jumped into the ring, rushing to celebrate with Thames & Zybala. The three men look pleased with how things went, leaving the stunned Zeus to roll out of the ring on his own. Outside the ring, Hades is leaning against the barricade, somehow having gotten hold of the bag of Kit Kat's again. He looks sad as he takes a small bite of chocolate. We cut back to Thames & Vaughn turning and departing, while Zybala sticks around.*

Hood: Think we can convince Hades to give us a Kit Kat?

Rockwell: Probably not, but I'm tempted to try...



*We see Zybala, still in the ring, asking for a microphone. Minos gives him one and Zybala taps it to check if it's life. We hear the thud over the speakers.*

Zybala: You know what Duce? I've heard you running your mouth to Barrows. "Do something about Zybala. Stop Zybala from interfering with my matches. Tell him to stop stopping my brother trying to cheat for me. Or else." Or else what? You, Byson, and Brim, Bram, Primrose, whatever his name is, have beat me, jumped me and kicked my ass. I'm still standing, mother fuckers. Your "or else" doesn't scare me. But I agree with you. Our beef needs to be squashed. It needs to be over with. It needs to be BURIED! So here is what I propose. Since we're in the spooky Halloween month, and the next pay per view is called Fright or Flight, let's do something special. Let's have us a little Buried Alive Match!

*The fans cheer this idea. They like the special matches. Zybala continues.*

Zybala: But let's make it extra special. Let's do this in an actual cemetery! Let me know what you think, if you're not too scared.

*Zybala tosses down the mic and leaves the ring.*

Hood: Wait, a BURIED ALIVE match??

Rockwell: That's the challenge Zybala just laid out!

Hood: But a lot of wrestlers don't come back from those!

Rockwell: That is completely true, Hood...

Hood: So Zybala might lose and get buried alive!

Rockwell: That would be a possibility, yes...

Hood: OH MY GOD FRIGHT OR FLIGHT COULD BE SO AWESOME!!!!

Rockwell: We're done here folks, we'll see you next week!

Hood: I'M SO EXCITED!!!

*The cameras focus on Zybala making his way out, as a lot of concerned fans are leaning towards him, wondering if this will be his greatest victory... or his biggest mistake. We fade out.*

OOC: Another show down, with this one turning out to be a major angle type show. That happens sometimes with rp'ing, and with the PPV only a couple of weeks away, the next show will be a little tamer as well leading to it. Hope everyone's getting ready for Fright or Flight! Thanks to Warstein for writing the Warstein/Atara match, and thanks to everyone else who sent in segments!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, October 16th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

Dave Branson vs. The Glitter God

E.W. Montgomery vs. John Thompson

Outcast & The Lost Soul vs. Mailer Daemon & Titan Fore

James Raven & Shawn Warstein vs. The Greek Gods (Hades & Zeus)

Chelsea LeClair vs. Justice Orton-Cross

TBD

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, October 9th to Wednesday, October 14th, 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!