*So we're approaching the Halloween season, and the scariest thing in my neck of the woods is the fact that the hospitals are filling up and the Governor of Texas might be shutting our city down shortly. Yep, we're pretty fucked here. How are you? Good? Hope so. Well, in spite of the continuing apocalypse, the show must go on (I have used that phrase WAY too much in 2020), so it's time for one final Inferno before Fright or Flight! Are you ready?*

*The GCWA comes and goes as it's used to doing. One of these days, it's going to stay on the screen for a long while, seriously confusing the viewers. Is it stuck? Is it now a screensaver? Who knows. The point is, it's gone away now, and we start seeing images of wrestlers facing off.*

Deep Voice: Sometimes in sports, the feuds get personal. Nolan Ryan & Robin Ventura. Evander Holyfield & Mike Tyson. The Big Bifford & diets. Sometimes, there are no peaceful resolutions.

*Duce Jones & Mike Zybala stand across from each other. We see the violence in shadows between them, with the wrestlers ambushing each other at different points. Next to them, we see Outcast & The Lost Soul, glaring at each other as we see the massive wreck that nearly injured both of them weeks ago.*

Deep Voice: Sometimes, the only solution... is to fight it out at a Pay-Per-View...

*We see the Enforcer and Lucas Thames sizing each other up. Further down stand Sports Entertainment Xpress and The Sins of the Fathers, with Jackson Hart & James Raven standing nearby, smirking. We also see Micheal Graves smiling evilly as he stands over a mist-covered PerZag, with Shawn Warstein looking ready to jump Graves from behind.*

Deep Voice: After tonight... the road to Fright or Flight will be about complete. Will your favorites be ready? Will history be made?

*The last shot is Chelsea LeClair and Lissie Hope facing off, ready to lock up, as we cut away from them. 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! It looks like more people in the audience are ready for Halloween, wearing their various costumes. A few are a little risky for television, but hey, the GCWA's never worried about things like that. We pass by some beautiful, barely-clothed women and head to ringside, joining Adrian Rockwell & Hood.*

Rockwell: Welcome back to Friday Night Inferno, ladies and gentlemen! We've got a fun night of action for all of you, as we get set for Fright or Flight!

Rockwell: Well, we'll get to that match soon enough, Hood. Let's get going!

*"Tom Sawyer" by RUSH hits. The crowd breaks into a chorus of boos. There is no video playing on the GCWATron (or whatever we are calling it these days...how about the INFERNOTRON...so a guy named Bobby will remember the name of the show). It's a pretty lackluster presentation, aside from the kickass song. Warrick Hill and John E Depth emerge from the back strutting (ever so confidently) down to the ring. Depth has never looked more poised. Warrick pats him on the back, like a proud patriarch. They hit the ring in a flurry. Warrick descends upon Minos, snatching the mic before he has a chance to make any introductions because it is A) intimidating and B) a pain in the ass to code. Mic in hand, Warrick speaks *

Warrick Hill: Alright, alright, alright

*Cheapest of pops*

Warrick Hill: Settle down you alt-right Texas weirdos. I'm not gonna be out here long so listen up. As I'm sure you've all witnessed these past few weeks, John E Depth has made it LOUD and CLEAR that he deserves that coveted GCWA roster spot which hangs in the balance. A spot that will shoot the person who occupies it STRAIGHT to the top.

*The crowd chants "PUFFER" and "MOBLEY". Warrick does the 'jack off' motion. They boo *

Warrick Hill: Seriously, those guys are a couple of pussies. Focus up on the man that's going to run GCWA like the bitch that it is. The man that's going to answer Legacy's challenge and take down all four of those soy boys. The man that is going propel GCWA to heights it hasn't seen since I once roamed the squared circle. Ladies and Gentlemen...he's no longer JUST a porn star. He is now a lethal weapon within these ropes...John E Depth!

*BOOOOOO*

John E Depth: Sounds like the reaction to one of my films.

*Warrick and Depth GUFFAW at the self deprecating humor. The fans continue to boo. A few are caught on camera admitting "I kinda liked his work, tbh." *

John E Depth: But seriously, I can't thank Warrick enough for righting the wrongs that usually cripple the truly talented individuals within this industry. Had it not been for his belligerence in the face of nepotism, Jack Puffer might be headlining Fright or Flight.

*POP*

John E Depth: And it's that reaction right there...that reaction which tells me we are on the right track. Because you fans don't know what's good for you. You have no idea what's best for GCWA and this industry as a whole. Puffer would have been a disaster. But me...man, I'm legit.

*Warrick does the 2 legit 2 quit sign language. Only people in their 40s get it *

John E Depth: I'm claiming that spot and I'm issuing an open challenge to any member of that roster for Fright or Flight. I invite you to step into the ring and be the launching pad for my main event run.

*A giant roster image featuring John E Depth drops from the rafters, draped in front of the entrance way. The crowd continues to boo *

John E Depth: So, who's it gonna be?

*Warrick leans in *

Warrick Hill: I would say Legacy but we all know they ain't got the stones.

John E Depth: Anybody. Literally anyone. There's an open contract in the back with my name on it. Sign up and get your ass out here.

*All is quiet. The fans chant various popular names, including "COSMIC COWBOY" *

Warrick Hill: What the fuck is a Cosmic Cowboy.

*Depth tries to explain. Warrick frowns with disgust *

Warrick Hill: Geezus, this place has gone to absolute shit.

*More silence as they await an acceptance to their challenge. The lights go out! The crowd pops*

Rockwell: Uh oh! Someone has taken Depth up on his challenge!

Hood: I'm going to say it's The Lost Soul.

Rockwell: He's already booked for the PPV!

Hood: Yea, but he has no idea this show is called Inferno. So he may think he's in another promotion.

Rockwell: That hurts my heart.

*SpooooOOOOOOooooky Halloween type sounds play as a purple light shines upon Depth's giant roster banner. The music picks up. It's starting to sound familiar...then, suddenly, it hits a crescendo. As it does...THE MIGHTY CIVIC comes BURSTING through the Depth banner!! The crowd goes wild!! THE MIGHTY CIVIC makes a perfect landing on the ramp and speeds down to the ring before stopping on a dime. The engine ROARS mightily, much to the fans delight. They chant "YES! YES! YES!" Depth appears shocked. Warrick has that 'well, this fuckin figures' look on his face. The doors open and out step Derek Mobley and Jack Puffer...both bruised, both battered...but both equally focused. They calmly approach the ring as the music comes to an end *

Rockwell: Derek Mobley and Jack Puffer are in the arena...a little worse for wear, but they are here!

Hood: Gluttons for punishment. Gluttony is a deadly sin, Rock. These two guys are about to get murdered. Appetites satisfied.

*Mobley and Puffer are face to face with Warrick and Depth. Mobley reaches for his pocket...Warrick and Depth prepare for a fight. Mobley orders them to calm down...he slowly reveals...a contract! Mobley extends his hand, palm up...a mic flies through the air, landing in his open palm. How awesome*

Derek Mobley: Relax. I've got that contract you guys were bragging about. Now, if you'll see...there are two signatures in the 'challenger' section. One belonging to Jack and one belonging...to me.

*The crowd pops *

John E Depth: Wait a minute!

Derek Mobley: What? You scared, porn man? You have the guts to jump us from behind but not face us, like a man, in the ring?

*Warrick takes the mic from Depth *

Warrick Hill: I think what my man is saying is he was looking for a one on one contest...not some gay ass three way with a couple of gimps.

*Depth nods *

Derek Mobley: Well, I mean, we could even this up...I don't really have any problem with you putting your name down there, Warrick.

*More crowd poppage. Derek turns to Puffer...Puffer has no issue with this. *

Warrick Hill: Bro. I'm the HOW Champion. I don't just fight for free, you know.

Derek Mobley: Yea, no kidding. That's why this match is for GCWA's Pay Per View...Fright or Flight.

Warrick Hill: Fright or Flight? Like...how do I win in this scenario? I'm either scared or running away like a pussy...Fright or Flight.

Derek Mobley: WARRICK! The name is immaterial. The point is...are you willing to step up and team with your protege to face me and mine.

*Warrick ponders. Depth, also ponders. The crowd yells at them to accept. Warrick looks down at the contract *

Warrick Hill: Well, I don't exactly have a -

*Mobley whips out a brand new "DEREK MOBLEY – WRESTLING LEGEND" ink pen. He clicks it and hands it to Warrick *

Warrick Hill: Fuckin weirdo.

*Warrick holds the contract up...to the side...straight ahead before finally sighing *

Warrick Hill: How the fuck do I sign this thing?

Derek Mobley: Hold on.

*Mobley turns toward the crowd *

Derek Mobley: Who out there tonight would like to be a part of history? Who would like to become part of Inferno!

Voice: WHAT'S INFERNO?

*The voice belongs to a man wearing a "TLS RULES" shirt. Derek snaps his fingers*

Derek Mobley: You, sir, come on in here! The guy in the TLS shirt. TLS is still wrestling? Man.

*TLS rules guy is overjoyed...he hops over the barricade and struggles into the ring. Reaching his feet, he walks up to Mobley. Mobley's sheer aura knocks him down, to the mat *

Rockwell: And the TLS fan is down.

Hood: No surprise. TLS has spent his entire career staring at the lights for Mobley.

*Derek extends a hand, helping the TLS fan up. Back on his feet, he appears ready to go *

TLS Fan: So what can I do, Mr. Mobley?

Derek Mobley: Please, please...you don't have to call me Mr. Mobley. Mr. Hall of Famer, Derek Mobley will suffice. And where'd you get that shirt? One of those Wal-Mart bins near the check out line?

TLS Fan: I actually bought it at Warriors of the Ring the night TLS nearly went all the way and defeated...

*Derek cuts him off *

Derek Mobley: That's okay, I didn't actually care, was just being polite.

TLS Fan: Oh, sure, yea, right. Say, you okay? You look kinda beat up?

*Derek eyes Warrick, angrily *

TLS Fan: TLS didn't do that to you, did he?

*Derek's stare down with Warrick comes to an end due to a break out in laughter *

Derek Mobley: That's a good one. You a comedian?

TLS Fan: Nope. But I am on vacation. Got my wife making me alcoholic drinks while I bet on sports, it's been...

Derek Mobley: On your knees.

*The TLS fan is a little stunned. As is Warrick *

Warrick Hill: Whoa. I don't like where this is trending.

Derek Mobley: Relax.

*Derek manipulates the TLS fan onto all fours. He points at his back *

Derek Mobley: There you go, the perfect impromptu coffee table to sign a contract.

*Warrick looks at the man's surprisingly level back. The pen. And the contract. He grits his teeth. The fans yell "SIGN! SIGN!" *

Derek Mobley: Well? What are you waiting for? We're both beat up. We probably aren't cleared to compete. This should be a walk in the park for you two. Sign that contract and get what you've always wanted...a win over me.

*Depth nudges Warrick, growing somewhat concerned. *

Warrick Hill: Fuck it.

*Dropping to a knee, Warrick slaps the contract onto the back of TLS fan and scribbles his name down. The arena pops. He returns to his feet. A GCWA official appears in the ring...Derek takes the contract and hands it to him *

Derek Mobley: So it's official...at Fright or Flight Derek Mobley and Jack Puffer will take on Warrick Hill and John E Depth.

*More popping *

Rockwell: Is this the first time Derek and Warrick have faced inside a ring?

Hood: I think so. Same goes for Depth and Puffer...I think.

Rockwell: History being made! One of the greatest stars in GCWA history is returning to the ring to face his former tag partner and best friend in tag team action!

Hood: So...that's it? Kinda non violent for a contract signing.

Rockwell: Well, this wasn't your conventional contract signing.

*Derek takes his attention off of Warrick to pander to the fans. Warrick clicks the pen, activating ink tip...he rears back, ready to stab Derek with it. Puffer lunges through the air, taking Warrick down with a spear! The crowd goes wild! Mobley spins around. He sees Puffer trying to wrestle the pen away from Warrick. Depth tries to catch him off guard with a right hand...but Derek catches his punch. Depth has that "I fucked up" look on his face *

Rockwell: Warrick's sneak attack foiled by The Good Detective!

Hood: Well, that's what Derek gets for bringing deadly weapons into the ring.

Rockwell: It's a pen!

*With TLS fan between them, Derek leans forward, headbutting Depth! He snares Depth, hoists him up and POWERBOMBS him into the back of TLS fan, flattening him out! The crowd cheers gleefully. Mobley hurries over, noticing that Warrick is getting the better of Puffer. He snares Warrick by the hair, yanking him to his feet. Puffer scrambles to his. Warrick shoves Derek away and backs into a corner, like a trapped animal. Derek and Puffer have him surrounded. *

Rockwell: Time for some payback?

Hood: That'd be classic Mobley. Weakening the competition before the big match.

*Warrick drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. The fans boo. He hustles around, reaches in, snares Depth by the leg and yanks him out. About to exit, he sees THE MIGHTY CIVIC. He throws a kick at it but winds up injuring his foot. *

Warrick Hill: FUCK!

*Limping, he heads up the ramp with Depth. Mobley and Puffer are left in the ring...they play to the crowd. "Thriller" by Scandroid plays. They pander for a few minutes before stepping over the lifeless body of TLS fan and heading toward THE MIGHTY CIVIC. They step inside, fire up the MIGHTY ENGINE and drive out of the arena *

Rockwell: An epic tag match set for Fright or Flight! Can Warrick finally step out from Derek's shadow? Will Puffer prove he deserves the spot Derek gave him or will Depth back up what he's been saying all along...that he's the better of the two?

Hood: Or, will Derek beat them all because, ya know, that's what usually happens.

Rockwell: Tune into Fright or Flight to find out!

Singles Match
Dave Branson (5-7) vs. The Glitter God (1-1)

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