Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*Everyone still alive? Or at least undead? Okay, then, let's get going! Happy Halloween this weekend!*

*The GCWA logo slowly raises up through the ground, pulling itself out of its grave. It shakes off the dirt, then turns as a scream is heard nearby. The W turns into a mouth, and the logo runs off towards the screaming. The picture shifts, showing us a dark and deserted landscape.*

Deep Voice: The word watched as the spooks and demons came out last Sunday night for Fright or Flight.

*Various images, seemingly see-through, pass across the screen. Shots from Enforcer taking Lucas Thames down in the ring fly by. A view of John E Depth going at it with Jack Puffer. A display of many wrestlers wearing their costumes, including the three surprise winners in Adi Gold, Druk Dorji, and E.W. Montgomery.*

Deep Voice: The terror flowed in many directions, surrounding the landscape in Oklahoma...

*We see some of the biggest moments in the graveyard between Duce Jones and Mike Zybala. We see Zybala standing over Duce's grave, looking down on it, exhausted. We cut from that to Outcast and The Lost Soul battling in the hallway, complete with explosions, barbed wire baseball bats, and The Big Bifford.*

Deep Voice: And throughout it all... something was growing...

*We see a blood-soaked picture of The Incredible One in the backstage area, with Noah Jackson standing in the ring seemingly waiting for him. Shawn Warstein is shown winning the North American Title over Michael Graves & PerZag, taking advantage of the Poison Mist and a low blow. Jonathan Barrows is arrested and dragged off, due to suspicions about the kidnapping and assault of his brother and father. We see the controversial ending of the Ultimate X Tag-Team Titles match, with Marshall holding up the belts only to not be given the victory. Raven is pictured leaping in for the Flight of the Raven, leaving with the gold. Finally, we see shots of the epic main event between Chelsea LeClair & Lissie Hope, with Hope regaining the World Title after an incredible fight. We then see the Legacy attack, with Deana Barrows joining with them to celebrate.*

Deana Barrows: As I said... the world is changing, ladies and gentlemen. I'd be a fool like the rest of my family not to change with it. As my brother was always fond of saying... welcome to the New Era... the Legacy Era.

*Barrows' smiling face is the last part shown on the screen. 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, Lissie Hope, is shown holding the belt as she smirks at the camera. 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! Every single person in the crowd appears to be wearing some costumes, from a vampire Trump outfit to a group of people dressed up as Among Us characters (one is dead). We swing past, showing off more stunning costumes, before joining Rockwell & Hood at ringside. Rockwell appears to be dressed as Lando Calrissian. Hood is wearing a fancy tuxedo... maybe James Bond? Bruce Wayne? Hard to say.*

Rockwell: Welcome back to Friday Night Inferno! It was a controversial ending to Fright or Flight, as Deana Barrows has seemingly eliminated her family to take over this company, while working with the members of Legacy!

Hood: I think you're making a leap to a lot of conclusions there, Adrian.

Rockwell: What could I possibly be wrong about there, Hood?

Hood: Jonathan Barrows is currently in jail for the crimes you're accusing Deana of. Are you trying to say that our great American justice system is failing?

Rockwell: I'm saying that my gut tells me Deana had something to do with the disappearance of The Accelerator, the kidnapping of Hunter, and the arrest of Jonathan!

Hood: Your gut, huh? You eating sushi before the show again?

Rockwell: I hate sushi.

Hood: Oh, wait, that's me. I can never get enough1

Rockwell: Suffice to say, I'm sensing a darkness in the force, which is why I'm Lando tonight. Hood, who are you?

Hood: A gorgeous man.

Rockwell: ...

Hood: Also, I'm dressed to celebrate with The A-List later tonight!

Rockwell: Ahh, right, the long-delayed celebration for Lord Allton...

Hood: I can't wait!

Rockwell: We've got a lot of action tonight, so let's...

*"I'm A Ruler" featuring Ruby Amafu starts to play. The crowd turns towards the entrance, seeing Deana Barrows stepping into view. She's wearing a dark black dress as she walks calmly out to the edge of the ramp, not bothered in the least by the negative reaction the crowd is giving her.*

Rockwell: Deana was always thought of as the sweet Barrows, the one the fans could count on. I still can't believe how things have changed.

Hood: Hey, we all knew she was the daughter of the Accelerator. It was about time she took ownership of it.

Rockwell: At this point, I can't help but wonder if she was the one behind the attacks on her father and brother...

Hood: No, Jonathan was arrested for that, remember? That means he's guilty.

Rockwell: Are you kidding me? Of course it doesn't mean that! That's what trials are for!

*As the crowd continues to boo, Deana gestures behind her, and four wrestlers walk out onto the stage with her. Jackson Hart. James Raven. Noah Jackson. Shawn Warstein. The combined force of Legacy looks similarly unmoved by the crowd's reaction as the group makes their way to the ring.*

Hood: We've got the North American Champion, the World Tag-Team Champions, and that's just the beginning, Adrian. I think these guys are going to hold every belt here before they're done!

Rockwell: With Deana fully supporting them, I'm honestly concerned about that as well. Look at who's coming out with them?

*As the members of Legacy get to the ring, a long line of GCWA Security led by the Security Commander proceeds down the aisle. They take up positions around the ring, making an impenetrable barrier around the group.*

Rockwell: Could be there's some concern about Chelsea LeClair and Lissie Hope, who got ambushed last Sunday...

Hood: Or they just want to keep the riff-raff away. No autographs today, people!

*Deana takes in the outrage from the crowd for a little bit, before raising up her mic.*

Deana Barrows: Such anger. I would think all of you would be appreciative of what's been done here.

*The boos get louder for a few moments, proving that there's very little appreciation. Deana ignores them.*

Deana Barrows: You see, under my brother Johnny's control, the GCWA was starting to get stagnant. We were seeing fewer and fewer matches that the fans wanted to see. Meanwhile, stars like the men around me were getting blocked at every turn by my dear brother. He just didn't see the potential. He didn't have the vision to see the future like I do. The future that is Legacy.

Rockwell: I'll be the first to admit that Jonathan Barrows had it out for these guys, but this isn't a good solution for the company.

Hood: You have four future Hall of Famers in that ring, Adrian! Five if you include Deana, and I most definitely do. They're going to take the GCWA to new heights!

Rockwell: Or destroy the whole place...

*Deana paces back and forth in front of the four wrestlers, all of whom looking extremely pleased with what's taking place.*

Deana Barrows: You see behind me the greatest collection of talent the world has ever seen. These are the men who are going to show the GCWA that the Legacy Era is truly unstoppable. And it all begins... with this man.

*Deana stops in front of James Raven, nodding to him.*

Deana Barrows: The greatest of all time... a Hall of Famer everywhere he goes... and the future GCWA Heavyweight Champion of the World... James Raven!

*The crowd doesn't show much praise for Raven, even as he shows Deana his respect.*

Deana Barrows: In three weeks' time, we will be having our annual Darkness Falls Pay-Per-View. There is no one more worthy than Raven to face Lissie Hope for the World Title at this event. I've already signed the paperwork, Lissie, so you don't have to worry about showing your bruised, battered face tonight. It's already done. Your destiny is set.

*Deana laughs slyly as she turns back to Raven, offering him the mic.*

Raven: I'm not going to stand here and talk about the past any longer. It's time to concern ourselves with the future, and for the first time since I've joined this company the future is in good hands. It doesn't matter how stacked your roster is, what Legends you have under contract or who holds your World championship... if the person in charge lacks the vision and follow through, the company is doomed to wallow in mediocrity. Jonathan Barrows has run this company for the better part of a year, and he's done nothing to build its future. Deanna has done more in one night to empower her top stars and protect the legacy of the GCWA than the despicable and cowardly criminal Jonathan ever did. We finally have a boss that's let us off the leash and encouraged us to make these championships prestigious again, to make them matter... and she finally has an army to roll over anyone who stands in her way. She's been overlooked long enough. We've been held in check long enough... and we're done playing by your rules.

*Raven holds out the mic to Shawn as he adjusts the North American Title on his shoulder much to the crowds dismay.*

Shawn: Why are you booing him and us right now..... We are right. From the second we decided to function as a group we had on thing on our minds. All we ever wanted was to make this place grow and thrive, only to be cast aside for tricks and opponents who couldn't be bothered to show up. You should've known from the second that the first curveball came our way, to the second it was smashed out of the park, we were not playing around. We came here to make the lives of everyone better. Can't you see that? Since Legacy has been here, we have been at the top of the card. We have been the names everyone can't keep out of their mouths. We are the most entertaining thing this company has ever seen. Hell just a few months ago y'all were arguing about Mustard and Mayo. Now you're seeing quality entertainment on a weekly basis. Now you're watching a new Era for the GCWA, You're Welcome. As if it hasn't been said already this is The Legacy Era, get out of our way.... or become an example.

*The crowd boos heavier, even as the four men share a collective grin. A small chant starts growing in the audience, with Deana laughing before bringing her mic up.*

Deana Barrows: I get the strange feeling that maybe you people are a little disappointed. Were you expecting something else to happen? Maybe a Lissie Hope revenge run-in? Or Chelsea LeClair foolishly attacking with a weapon, maybe? I'm sorry to disappoint all of you, but I gave both of those women a well-deserved night off. They simply couldn't show up tonight. Save your chants. The Legacy Era will be completely different, and better than any of you deserve.

*Deana laughs again as she lowers her mic. The group turns to leave.*

Rockwell: I'm really worried about the future of the GCWA.

Hood: Personally I think it's never looked brighter.

Rockwell: Legacy is looking like it's in complete control. With the power of the sole-remaining owner behind them, I can't see anyone standing up on their own.

Hood: Which just means it's easier just to go along with them. It's going to be a great ride, Adrian. Trust me.

Singles Match
Druk Dorji(3-2) vs. The Spruce Goose (0-5)

*The camera returns to the ring as the fans are buzzing, awaiting the arrival of the next competitors. The lights begin to dim and the Dallas fans cheer in anticipation.*

*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.*

Rockwell: Druk looks ready to hurt someone.

Hood: Rude. That's just his face, man.

*"Stars And Stripes Forever" begins playing. Spruce Goose makes his way out to a slightly negative reaction, despite the fact that he and his usual tag team partner express a great deal of patriotism. Memphis Belle jumps up on the apron, smiling. She ends up doing the splits to gain the fans attention, earning a few cheers. The Spruce Goose, meanwhile, pulls himself up and through the ropes, doing a quick parade march around the ring.*

Rockwell: This could be a bloodbath.

Hood: You don't say...

*The referee sends Memphis Belle out of the ring to the floor, and checks in with Spruce Goose and Druk Dorji before calling for the bell. DING! DING! DING!*

*Spruce Goose looks to take the fight to Druk, and charges across the ring. Goose drops his shoulder and spears Druk, but the monstrous Dorji doesn't budge. Goose disengages and backs away, looking to Memphis Belle for reassurance as that wasn't what he had counted on. Belle pounds the apron to fire Goose up, and it works as he once more charges his opponent. This time he leaps through the air for a shoulder block and slams his full frame into Druk Dorji... who once again does not budge.*

Rockwell: The Spruce Goose isn't a small man... but... clearly his size isn't going to help him tonight.

Hood: If you think he came up with a plan B you're giving him way too much credit.

*Spruce Goose bounces off of Dorji and flops across the canvas all the way back to his corner. Memphis Belle reaches under the bottom rope and grabs Goose's wrist, shaking it emphatically to make sure he's OK and urge him back to his feet. The Spruce Goose nods and stands slowly, slapping his hand on his own chest to fire himself up for one more charge. He shouts loudly and sprints towards Druk, but Dorji lifts a leg and nearly decapitates Goose with a massive big boot! Spruce Goose flips backwards and on reflex alone crawls to the corner for safety.*

Rockwell: The Gooses eggs are scrambled.

Hood: How long have you been sitting on that one?

Rockwell: I've been hatching it for a while.

*Druk Dorji moves from his corner for the first time, the behemoth making his way across the ring and planting himself to trap Goose in the corner. Druk grabs the top rope and uses it for leverage before smashing Spruce Goose with knees and kicks until the referee reaches a five count and urges him to stop. Dorji takes a second and then grabs the top rope again and once more brutalizes the Goose to screams of protest from Memphis Belle. Dorji bends over and palms Gooses face like it's a basketball, and he drags The Patriot to his feet. Druk Dorji scoop slams The Goose with minimal effort, then plants a giant foot on the middle of Spruce Goose's chest and walks over him!*

Rockwell: OH! That's well over 400 pounds to the chest!

Hood: He could have a broken rib or a collapsed lung.

*Spruce Goose flops and gasps for breath on the mat as Druk raises a fist and looks out at the crowd, roaring loudly. Professor Jack Jenkins crows loudly on the outside, urging Druk not to waste too much time. They aren't being paid by the minute or anything. Druk turns his focus back to Spruce Goose, waiting as he staggers up to his feet. Druk quickly rocks Goose with a heavy overhead chop and drops him to a knee, then wraps a hand around Gooses face again and drags him up to his face.*

Rockwell: The Thimphu Slam!

Hood: What a chokeslam by the Bhutan Beast, and he still has that claw wrapped around Spruce Goose's face!

*Druk squeezes the Gooses head violently, and the Goose has no choice but to tap furiously... albeit in extremely patriotic fashion! The referee calls for the bell, and this one sided beat down is over.*

Minos: The winner of this match... DRUK! DORRRRRRRJIIIIIII!

*Druk spends no time celebrating before climbing over the top rope and rejoining Professor Jack Jenkins on the outside of the ring. Professor Jenkins laughs uproariously as they make their way up the ramp, and as Memphis Belle dives into the ring to check on The Spruce Goose.*

Rockwell: That was... one sided.

Hood: This guys gonna be a problem.

*The camera zooms in on The Patriots, and we fade to another shot.*

*We cut backstage where we see the team known as "Sins of the Fathers" hanging out in their locker room, wearing street clothes as they have the night off. Xavier sips on a beer as Marcus is looking at his phone. Xavier, more so than Marcus looks upset with where things stand now in their return to wrestling. Before we can catch up on their conversation, the door to their locker room swings open and in walks Deana Barrows. The crowd in the arena boo and Xavier quickly gets up, not happy to see her either.

Xavier: Don't you know how to fucking knock?

Deana Barrows: Excuse me?

*Marcus jumps to his feet and shoves Xavier back, getting between him and Deana. He smiles politely but Deana does not return a smile. *

Marcus: Sorry about that Ms. Barrows, what can we do for you?

Deana Barrows: For me? Absolutely nothing. But I understand from my GCWA officials that you are not happy with the outcome of your match at Fright or Flight?

Xavier: You fucking right we-

*Marcus shoves him down again, telling him to cool it. *

Marcus: Sorry, again. Yes, well that finish was kind of messed up was it not? I mean, I know we didn't win and that sucks but The Xpress should have and that didn't happen so maybe you can ex-

Deana Barrows: Let me stop you right there 'junior'. I don't have to explain myself to anyone, least to the likes of you.

Marcus: The likes of me?

Deana Barrows: Yes, you. Let me remind you that you were "allowed" back in GCWA as a favor from my father, not me. Had I been running things then; you and your experiment here would have never set foot in a GCWA ring again.

*Xavier jumps to his feet but Marcus holds him back, never taking his eyes off Deana. But clearly his expression has gone from apologetic to anger, anger he's holding back harder than he is holding back Xavier. *

Deana Barrows: But guess what junior? I am running things now, so instead of worrying about matches you clearly lost; why don't you worry about keeping your job? Clearly Legacy is the now, and ‘His Legacy' is a thing of the past.

Marcus: Is that so? Clearly lost huh? We clearly didn't. But if we're ‘passé' as you claim, then how about giving us a tag team match vs. the Champs and only the-

Deana Barrows: You've had two chances junior, that's more than enough. You've proven you can't win the tag titles, so it's time for you to prove yourselves as singles wrestlers.

Marcus: I'm a Hall of Famer, I don't-

Deana Barrows: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Again, my father's work, not mine. But I was talking about your angry alcoholic friend here.

*This time Xavier is the one that shoves Marcus and gets face to face with Deana after taking one last sip of his beer and tossing it to the side. *

Xavier: Go on.

*She takes a step or two back waving her hand in front of her face.*

Deana Barrows: Charming. I can't fire him as much as I would like to; but you, you have got to show me something, so you'll have a match next week. Don't disappoint me.

*She turns around and exits the locker room. He grabs a nearby chair, picks it up and is about to chase after her but Marcus takes the chair from him.*

Marcus: Come on dude, seriously?

Xavier: Dude what the fuck? Do you not realize what the hell is going on here?

Marcus: Obviously I do, but do you really think bashing her in the back of the head will make things better?

Xavier: I know I would feel better.

Marcus: ...

Xavier: Fine. I'm out man, I need to release this stress somehow. I'll see ya later.

*Before Marcus can object, Xavier storms out of the locker room. Marcus grabs the chair, looks at it briefly and then slams it against the lockers, finally revealing his frustration. We head to break.*

Rockwell: And we're back, here at Inferno. Coming up...

* "California Dreamin" by Sia hits, interrupiting Rockwell. *

Rockwell: Well, nevermind...I guess we're going to go off script and hear from one of the biggest winner's from last Sunday's Fright or Flight. Here comes John E Depth!

*Depth steps from behind the curtain...Warrick is right behind him. Depth leads the way down the ramp...he's displaying more confidence. He's got a presence...an AURA (sorry, Wizard)...he looks and feels like a wrestling star. Hustling up the steps, he enters through the ropes. Warrick is right behind. Warrick snares a mic and checks it out before handing it over. *

Rockwell: Is Warrick managing him?

Hood: Hey, if there's a paycheck involved, Warrick will be there.

*Before he can speak, the fans are already booing. *

John E Depth: That's fine. Boo all you want. That's your right. I'd rather be hated than ignored. Most of my career I've been overlooked, passed over, ignored. For awhile, it was fine. I was making money, following my dream of being a A level porn director. But then, one day...that all changed. I looked over at GCWA, upon OCW's closure, and I saw Jack fucking Puffer being catered to. I saw him being pushed, noticed, promoted. All the while KNOWING I was the better competitor. And, to be honest, that straight pissed me the fuck off.

*More boos. A "PUFFER" chant sounds out *

John E Depth: I may not have been the best but I damn sure knew I was better than Jack fucking Puffer. So I came over here, looking for work. I came here looking to attain the respect and adoration I deserved...and, what did I get? Nothing. Puffer was the leader of the Mustard Factory. Puffer was near the top of the rankings. Puffer was in contention for all these titles. And, I sat back and watched him blow opportunity after opportunity after opportunity...all the while, once again, knowing I was the better competitor. Knowing I deserved those opportunities and, had I been given them, I would not have fumbled the fucking ball like a limbless retard.

*BOOOOO...the "PUFFER" chants increase*

John E Depth: Cheer for him all you want. Won't make a difference. Because today...today is a great day. Today I stand here with undeniable proof of my dominance. I stand here as the true, unquestioned heir to the spot Mobley handed a bumbling, incompetent detective. Here I stand, John E Depth, future champion of GCWA.

*Warrick pats him on the back, nodding in agreement. More boos *

John E Depth: And, as I stand here...I look ahead, to the future. My sights are set where they belong, on that GCWA Title. So...

*Before Depth can finish, the GCWA Tron fires up...the white circle surrounded by black appears with the visage of JACK PUFFER stepping into frame and giving the audience that signature look. The fans go wild! Puffer's metal version of "James Bond Theme" hits! He steps out, limping, holding his ribs. He isn't bandaged...just bruised and damaged. Limping down the ramp, he keeps his eyes on Depth, who rolls his in response *

John E Depth: Cut that shitty ass music. Damnit, Puffer...what are you doing here? It's over, man. Get lost.

*Puffer hobbles up the steps and through the ropes. He stands, hunched over, appearing physically broken. His eyes are the lone item belonging to his personage that appear to have any fire left in them. His shaking arm reaches out, asking for a mic. It is delivered. He is simply too pitiful for Depth or Warrick to attack *

Jack Puffer: Congratulations, John.

*Surprised, Depth nods, thanking Puffer for his kind words *

Jack Puffer: You did what very few men have done or are capable of doing. You pinned Derek 'The Thriller' Mobley.

*Again, Depth nods. He's liking this *

Jack Puffer: Some might question the method in which the victory was earned but, I don't. I understand how damn near impossible a task pinning Mobley is and, well, you did it. You have proven, beyond question, that you belong in the top tier of professional wrestling.

John E Depth: Well hell, Jack. I'm flattered and all but, contrary to a few movies I put out, I'm really not into that sorta thing.

*Puffer manages to flash a smile. Warrick chuckles, patting a very proud and confident Depth on the back *

Jack Puffer: There's just one thing that has to be gnawing on you...in the back of that head of yours. Something you try to ignore, but can't. A tiny blemish that keeps all of this from being the celebration it should be.

*Depth laughs *

John E Depth: Oh? And what's that, Jack.

Jack Puffer: You have yet to prove that you can beat me.

*Depth and Warrick laugh. Puffer isn't. They quickly realize this fact and settle down, composing themselves *

John E Depth: Oh. OH. You were serious? Maybe you should get that brain checked out, Puff.

Jack Puffer: Joke all you want, John. But let's face the facts...when have you ever defeated me face to face? It's been an attack in the dark, jumping me from behind during a tag match, having your partner render me unconscious during a tag team match. Hell, you two even jumped me at the barber shop. This all points to one, undeniable fact...

*Depth's smile runs away. Some of what Puffer says is getting to him *

John E Depth: Yea? And what's that?

Jack Puffer: You don't think you can beat me.

*The crowd pops. Depth's mood continues to turn *

John E Depth: Fuck you, Puffer. You're a loser, get out of my ring.

Jack Puffer: You see?

*Puffer addresses the fans at home and in attendance *

Jack Puffer: He can't deny it. Because he knows...HE KNOWS he can't beat me.

*This finally gets Depth. He steps forward, getting in Jack's face *

John E Depth: You really want to make that challenge, right now? You really want me to put you down for good?

Jack Puffer: Oh, yea, sure...go ahead and beat on me while I'm half crippled. That'll prove a lot, Depth. It'll continue to prove that you can't compete with me when I'm 100%.

*Depth glares at Puffer. He's caught. He doesn't know how to combat any of this because, well, it's true. *

Jack Puffer: Look here, John...I'm gonna give you an opportunity to put this all behind you. I'm hurt, yes. But these injuries aren't anything serious. I'll be fine in a few weeks. So, what do you say we settle this once and for all...you against me, one on one, at Darkness Falls for that coveted spot.

*Depth turns to Warrick. Confident as always, Warrick nods, "You got this." *

John E Depth: And if I win, how will I know you'll stop? Because, honestly, you seem like you enjoy getting your ass kicked.

*Puffer shrugs before responding *

Jack Puffer: Because, the loser of the match will be banned from competing in GCWA ever again.

*The crowd pops. This gives Depth something to consider. He pauses, thinking *

Jack Puffer: Ha, I knew it. You see? He doubts he can beat me.

*Depth grits his teeth and fights through Warrick trying to restrain him. He gets in Puffer's face *

John E Depth: Fuck you, Puffer. You're on.

*The fans go wild! *

Rockwell: Jack Puffer against John E Depth at Darkness Falls! The winner gets Mobley's spot while the loser is fired from GCWA!

Hood: Whew...some serious stakes.

Rockwell: No doubt. But, finally, we'll get a resolution to all this. Finally, one of these two men will stand tall and walk forward, unencumbered, toward bigger and better things.

Hood: And hopefully that man is Depth.

Singles Match
E.W. Montgomery (3-0) vs. Xtreme (7-31-1)

Minos: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

*As the first chords of "What I've Done" by Linkin Park plays, the lights around the entrance begin to flash rapidly. In the midst of this, the dark, tortured presence of Xtreme appears. He walks slowly out onto the ramp, grinning at the thought of the violence to come. He makes his way towards the ring, his smile growing larger the closer he gets.*

Minos: From Parts Unknown, standing 6'3 and weighing in at 290lbs...Xtreme!!

Rockwell: Xtreme back in action!

Hood: You ever hear 'Parts Unknown' and wonder if there's ever been a wrestler from PARKS Unknown?

Rockwell: No.

Hood: Could be like a forest ranger or an evil camp counselor.

Rockwell: Again, no.

Hood: Don't look at me like that...I'M JUST ASKING

Minos: And, his opponent...

*The lights in the arena go completely black as the opening thundering drums of "Kong at the Gates" by the Misfits begins to echo throughout the entire arena. A single spotlight shines down upon the entrance portal where the massive hoss E.W Montgomery is now standing with his arm in the air getting a response from the crowd. A long stream of brown spit flies from the mouth of the big hoss as he begins his march towards the ring. With his cheek puffed out with as much chew as a human being possibly could shove in there some of the juice leaks down his lips as two members of security help guide the nearly blind 6 foot 7 inch 5 monster towards the ring. Even with the help, Montgomery still manages to bump into a few things before finally being able to get him into the ring with help from the ring ropes. Montgomery tosses his hat as far into the crowd as he possibly can as he begins to yell loudly towards nobody in particular. As his music begins to fade and the house lights come back up, Montgomery spits out his wad of chewing tobacco into his hand and dumps it to the outside of the ring -- possibly saving it for later. *

Minos: From El Dorado, Arkansas...standing 6'5 and weighing in at 337lbs of, I'm told, PURE HOSS...he is one of the holders of a Golden Opportunity...he is....E.W. Montgomery!!!

Rockwell: EW Montgomery back in action after his (kinda) triumph at Fright or Flight.

Hood: I wouldn't call finishing alongside Adi Gold and that other guy a 'triumph'.

Rockwell: It still earned him a Golden Opportunity.

Hood: SAD

*Minos exits. The bell rings. Xtreme heads toward Montgomery...but EW begins shouting *

Rockwell: I think EW has something to say.

Hood: Dear god, he's senile. Don't listen to him, he probably wants to talk about how the 5G towers are infecting our minds.

*"SO YOU CALL YOURSELF XTREME" he yells out...at the ref. Xtreme pauses, confused. The ref steps in, reaching out to touch EW. EW throws a few wild haymakers, feeling the ref's presence. The ref stumbles back. "TELL YA WHAT, HOW ABOUT WE HAVE OURSELVES AN XTREME RULES MATCH...SEE HOW XTREME YOU REALLY ARE!" EW continues to yell in the direction of the ref. Xtreme, however, hears the request and nods, with that sadistic, broken smile. The ref...feeling like if he declines the request, he might become road kill, nods, granting the wish. *

Minos: It appears as though this is now an Extreme Rules match!

*Obligatory crowd poppage*

Rockwell: EW Montgomery has been searching for a man as extreme as he is.

Hood: Well, he's facing a man literally called Xtreme.

Rockwell: Perhaps this is the fellow he's been looking for.

Hood: I doubt it. Although, if he winds up murdering the ref, that'd be kinda cool.

Rockwell: Yea, where are his glasses? He apparently really needs them.

*As if on cue, a GCWA employee (on orders of Barrows who doesn't want to deal with the legal issues of a mutilated referee) rushes down with EW's glasses. He hands them into the ring. EW, sensing the intrustion, throws a few wild punches and kicks...'GLASSES, EW! I'VE GOT YOUR GLASSES!" EW calms down, reaches around and feels the glasses, snaring them and putting them on. He sees the ref on the ground, staring up at him in fear. "The hell's the matter with you?" The ref, realizing EW can (kinda) see...reaches his feet, feeling a little bit safer *

Rockwell: Okay, EW has his glasses. We can all breathe a little bit easier.

Hood: Well, except for EW. A guy that old who, apparently, eats steak every day of the week has go to have some health concerns.

Rockwell: Maybe...but I've known people who smoke a pack a day, drink a bottle of whiskey a day, and eat whatever they want live to be a hundred.

*Xtreme takes advantage of EW's distraction. He charges in, clobbering EW with a double axe handle!! EW stumbles into the ropes, falling through them onto the apron. He slowly rises...Xtreme charges ahead, once more, with a sloppy yet effective spear...it sends both giant men to the ground with a tremendous thud! EW is down. Xtreme rolls around, wincing *

Rockwell: Xtreme has proven time after time that he will risk his own body to succeed within that ring.

Hood: Yea, he's pretty fucking stupid. I'm sure his doctors love him, though.

Rockwell: An unlimited source of funds, right?

Hood: Yep...well, unless we're talking about his dentist. His dentist is like "seriously, what the fuck?"

*Xtreme, pain contorting his face, crawls for the ring, reaching underneath. He manages to locate and remove a barbed wire bat! The crowd, of course, goes wild *

Rockwell: Why is something like that ALWAYS under the ring?

Hood: Because it must exist there, Rockwell. Where else would it be? In what OTHER scenario would that thing exist?

Rockwell: I guess you have a point.

*EW sits up. Xtreme stalks from behind. He reaches forward, placing the bat to EW's forehead and applying pressure. EW winces...he reaches around. His hand runs itself into the wad of chewing tobacco. He snares it and throws it over his shoulder, into Xtreme's face!! Xtreme stumbles back, dropping his weapon. EW slowly struggles to his feet...he finds the bat and picks it up. Xtreme leans over the ring steps, trying to remove the sticky, dirty brown substance from his eyes *

Rockwell: Well, this just went south for Xtreme.

Hood: He may want to re-think accepting EW's challenge.

Rockwell: Maybe...maybe not. He does seem to have a higher threshold for pain than most.

Hood: Good, because he's gonna need it.

*EW rears back and slams the bat into Xtreme's back!! Xtreme arches his back, clenching both fists and throwing his head into the air, wincing in pain. EW rips the bat free, shredding the flannel shirt covering his upper body. Xtreme reaches for the bottom rope...he pulls himself onto the apron...EW nails him AGAIN with the bat, this time shredding the flannel shirt completely off by ripping the bat free. Xtreme rolls, violently into the ring, leaving blood splotches behind...his back already sliced and bleeding. EW, like a predator, senses the blood and moves to enter the ring with his weapon *

Rockwell: Those were some knockout shots delivered by EW Montgomery.

Hood: Yea, they say the back is the safest place to get hit...but I don't think they envisioned a barbed wire bat being wielded by a three hundred pound maniac from Arkansas when they said that.

Rockwell: Yea, probably not.

*Xtreme gets onto all fours to crawl, protecting his back. Montgomery reaches his feet, we notice the scar tissue on his head is agitated and bleeding from Xtreme's brief assault. He doesn't mind. The blood kinda trickles down his face in a way that seems pretty normal. He stands over Xtreme and rears back with the bat...he sends it crashing down, not into Xtreme's spine...but the back of his head! A sickening thud/crack combo! The bloodthirsty fans feel their stomachs churn, just a bit. Xtreme's body starts to convulse. EW drops to one knee, bat in his hands *

Rockwell: Geezus

Hood: Well, Xtreme's neurologist just got a hard-on.

Rockwell: Can we not joke about a man suffering a potential brain injury?

Hood: Sure, if he had a brain that was worth protecting.

*He grabs Xtreme by the back of the head, gripping his hair...his hand is consumed by blood leaking from Xtreme's skull. EW locks Xtreme's head with his left arm and uses his right hand to stab and rub the barbed wire bat into Xtreme's forehead, top of his skull, and back of his head...dragging it all along. Xtreme tries to stifle his yells...but can't, he screams out in agony, blood pouring from his head, covering his face, spilling all over the mat. The ref looks on in horror *

Rockwell: Stop the match! For the love!

Hood: Well, it IS the day before Halloween. Guess we had to get our violence in.

Rockwell: I don't care. Stop the damn match!

*The ref can take no more...the sight makes him gag. He turns and signals for the bell, which immediately sounds. *

Minos: The winner of this match via ref stoppage is...E.W. Montgomery!!!

*The crowd gives a modest pop...but they are mostly either looking away or staring with sick intrigue. Montgomery has yet to stop. He continues grinding the barbed wire into Xtreme's already thrashed, gashed, and slashed skull. His screams have been silenced. The man has gone unconscious. The ref signals to the back for help. *

Rockwell: We need help out there.

Hood: Yea, no kidding. We can't lose a fuckin jobber.

Rockwell: I'm told we are going to cut to commercial. Apologies to everyone at home for what you've just witnessed.

Hood: Oh stop being such a pussy.

*With that, we cut away *

*We cut backstage to the office of Deana Barrows. She has returned from the ring and is sitting at her desk, looking smug and soaking everything in. Everything went according to plan and she's running the ship alone. She's lost in her thoughts when there is a knock on the door. She calls out that it's open. The door opens and standing in the doorway is a very rough looking Mike Zybala. Not his clothes though. He is dressed in a nice pair of khakis and a button down shirt. Very business casual. His face however is still showing the bruises and cuts from the Buried Alive match.*

Mike Zybala: May I come in, Miss Barrows?

Deana Barrows: Ahh, Mr. Zybala. Do come in.

* Zybala walks over to the desk, and we notice a slight limp. When he gets to the desk he extends a hand out to Deana while holding his ribs with the other arm. Deana shakes his hand and notices the rough shape of Zybala.*

Mike Zybala: Congratulations seem to be in order... Boss.

*Zybala puts extra emphasis on the last word, but it's spoken with nothing but sincerity.*

Deana Barrows: Thank you. I did enjoy watching your match with Duce Jones on Sunday. You seem to still be feeling the effects of that contest. I hope you're not here to request a match, as I think some time off might do you good.

*Deana gives a small smile towards Zybala, although her words sound like they have a hidden meaning.*

Mike Zybala: Oh not at all. I think a week or two may be in my best interest. I'm actually here to see where you and I stand. Ever since I've joined GCWA, you and your family have always treated me fairly and even had a few joint business ventures together. I guess what I'm asking is if I'm still in your good graces, as well as Outsiders. Because all I've ever wanted here was to put money in all of our pockets.

Deana Barrows: I can respect your position, Mr. Zybala. If you want to continue running your little businesses and paying us a fee for it, I have no problems continuing our relationship.

*Deana stands up, making sure that she stares Zybala in the eyes as she continues.*

Deana Barrows: But if you decide to step one foot into OUR business, then expect our ventures together to be forfeit. Good day.

*Deana sits back down at the desk, suddenly ignoring Zybala as she starts working on some other business. Legacy business. It would be smart of Zybala to let well enough alone, but how often does he actually do the smart thing?*

Mike Zybala: When you say "OUR" business, you mean Legacy right? Like, I can still pay to have the odd Outsiders match on Inferno and a ppv, right?

*He does his best to look sincere and innocent. Deana, looking annoyed that Zybala didn't take the hint, sighs and sits back in her chair.*

Deana Barrows: I know my brother had a strange love for your Outsiders matches. I personally am more interested in the bottom line. You bring me a match that viewers might want to see? We'll consider it. But I will tell you now, I think it would work better to stick to your Dystopia sideshow. You're getting your A-List celebration tonight, since Lissandra asked so sweetly for it. I wouldn't push your luck.

Mike Zybala: I've had nothing but luck since you guys hired me. But message loud and clear. Unless you call for me, I'm a ghost. You have a good night.

*Zybala walks to the door. Before he leaves, he turns back towards Deana.*

Mike Zybala: By the way, boss. If you talk to Duce, tell him I wish him a speedy recovery and hope he learned what happens when people fuck with me.

*Zybala leaves the office before Deana can respond. She looks mildly confused about the last statement. Did Zybala inadvertently threaten her? She glares towards the door, which of course is as closed now. We return to ringside.*

*We see the camera man rushing backstage after being alerted that there was a commotion in the catering area. As he gets there we notice food all over the place. Tables have been flipped over, while others have been broken. We follow the grunts heard of people fighting and we see Terry Marshall laid out on the floor with some food trays on top of him as well as lead pipe. He is trying to get up but unable to do so at the moment. As the camera pans left, there we see Space Cowboy trading blows with Xavier Lux, who is actually busted open. The Cowboy seems to get the upper hand, lifting up Xavier with a gorilla press and walking him over to where more tables are set up with snacks and drinks. Before the Cowboy can drop him, Xavier rakes his eyes, enabling him to break free. He grabs a metal chair, folds it up and is about to swing when it gets taken away from behind. He spins around to find Marcus. *

Marcus: Seriously?

Xavier: Seriously!

Marcus: Fine, duck.

*Xavier ducks out of the way as Space Cowboy turns around only to get smacked right on the head with the chair! The Cowboy doesn't go down however, instead, stumbling backwards onto the tables and Marcus moves in, holding the chair with both hands and ramming it into his mid-section. The Cowboy doubles over and Marcus whacks him across his back with the chair! He drops to one knee but still won't go down completely. Marcus quickly drops the chair in front of him, hooks the Cowboy by his head and drops him down with a DDT unto the chair. He finally stays down, and Marcus actually smiles. Xavier comes over, wiping the blood off his face and pats him on the back. *

Xavier: Well, I feel better, you?

Marcus: Definitely.

*They walk away just as we hear Terry Marshall making his way over with a chair of his own but is just a tad too late.*

Rockwell: The Sins of the Fathers launching a strike on Sports Entertainment Xpress!

Hood: I guess there are still issues there after the Ultimate X match.

Rockwell: Remind me not to make Xavier mad anytime soon...

Tag-Team Match
The Greek Gods (Hades & Zeus) (0-5) vs. The Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning) (0-10)

Minos: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall!

*The fans yells out "ONE FALL!" as if they are the first group of people in history to yell that. But, hey, good for them and their enthusiasm. *

Minos: Introducing first...

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon begins to play. Thunder appears on the entryway, letting out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. Lightning walks out of the back, scooting his feet to generate more energy. He moves his fingers to show a spark (nothing is seen), and then strikes a few poses. The duo make their way to the ring. *

Minos: At a total combined weight of 420 lbs...

*A bunch of fans snicker. Minos, the pro, fails to falter *

Minos: Thunder and Lightning...Wrath of the Storm!!!

*Thunder and Lightning reach the ring. They hustle around, loosening up, awaiting their opponents *

Minos: And, their opponents...

*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*

Minos: Zeus and Hades...The Greek gods!!!

Rockwell: A shockingly even battle tonight

Hood: No kidding. This is like the New York Jets taking on...well, anyone from the NFC East.

Rockwell: Something has got to give...and give it will! It's time for tag team action here in the GCWA!

*Minos exits. The bell sounds. Zeus eyes lightning. He motions for Hades to stand on the apron, the little brother complies. Thunder takes the apron as well, seeing the chemistry brewing between Lightning and Zeus. The two approach one another - Zeus mentions that he CREATED Lightning. Lightning scoffs, citing the fact that his parents created him. Zeus laughs saying that he IS his parent...it gets confusing and nonsensical. Lightning rubs his feet against the mat, trying to create a spark *

Rockwell: The man named Lightning is trying to spark the man who says he invented Lightning.

Hood: They both need to be removed from society.

Rockwell: ...

Hood: In a total non gulag kinda way.

*Lightning reaches forward and touches Zeus. There is a spark...a light shock! Zeus backs away, stunned. "What the fuck?!" he reaches out, shoving Lightning. Lightning shuffles his feet again. Zeus responds with a knife edged chop! It's pretty decent. Lightning stumbles back, against the ropes...Zeus grabs him and whips him across the ring...Lightning drags his feet while he's running...he hits the ropes, bounces off and stops, reaching out and shocking Zeus again. Zeus yelps, stepping back *

Rockwell: I'd say there's some electricity between these guys, but you might call that a lame pun.

Hood: I don't even know what to say.

Rockwell: I see my humor has left you speechless.

Hood: That's one way to put it.

*Lightning shuffles his feet furiously...perhaps looking for a KNOCK OUT SHOCK...Zeus spins around and hits a ROARING slap...it's loud and throws Lightning off his game. Zeus then whips Lightning into a corner...the wrong corner...the corner where Thunder resides. Thunder tags in and steps into the ring. Zeus narrows his eye sockets and raises his hands...as though he's going to summon great power down unto Thunder *

Rockwell: Zeus might be in for a rude awakening.

Hood: So what is Hades doing over there? Making out a grocery list?

Rockwell: Could be. I hear he loves flamin hot cheetos.

Hood: Dude, your humor is fucking atrocious. Stop it.

*Thunder is all intimidating. He doesn't flinch in the face of whatever Zeus is attempting to summon. Zeus shuts his eyes, lifts his foot and steps forward for his patented BIG BOOT...but, because Zeus is very short and extremely unathletic, he's only able to lift his foot high enough to impact Thunder's crotch. Which, it does...Thunder doubles over, feeling the pain. Zeus lets out a very god-like chuckle *

Rockwell: 'Big' boot by Zeus.

Hood: Well, it worked.

*Zeus positions to pick Thunder up for the approriately named THUNDER (body slam). He tries lifting Thunder up but can't...he winds up falling backward and rolling Thunder up in a small package! The ref slides in...1! 2! 3!!! The bell rings*

Minos: Here are your winners...Zeus and Hades...The Greek gods!!!

*Hades rushes into the ring. Zeus pops to his feet...they start to jump up and down, celebrating...until, they realize that they are gods and should 'act like they've been there'*

Rockwell: First win for Zeus and Hades! It's time to celebrate!

Hood: Not for a couple of gods, Rockwell. They are used to WINNING.

*Zeus and Hades locate composure and exit the ring, carrying their heads high like unbeaten champs*

Rockwell: A first win can change the entire course of someone's career...it'll be interesting to see where this takes Zeus and Hades.

Hood: I don't see it changing much...unless the guys start hitting the roids.

Rockwell: I certainly don't want to advicate drug use. So, I'll just say...congrats on the win and best luck moving forward!

Rockwell: Well, we're told that the A-List want to do yet another 'celebration' for Lord Allton's title win back at the Outsiders Pay-Per-View Controlled Chaos. My question is.... Why?

Hood: Why, what?

Rockwell: Why are they having this celebration again? We've had this a few weeks ago.

Hood: Well, why shouldn't they celebrate? Lord Allton is the Jesus Christ of Professional Wrestling! He does the impossible, all of the time.

Rockwell: And don't get me started on that moniker...

Hood: Well never mind that, Rockwell! Because here they come!

*'When You're Evil' by Voltaire hits the GCWA speakers and through the curtain wheels Lord Allton in a very smart slate grey suit and navy blue tie with his X-Factor title draped over his lap. He is all smiles and just behind him walk Dylan Thomas, Lissandra Thomas, Dave Branson and the Family - Vincenzo Larossia and Tank Terrell. All members of the A-List are also dressed to the nines. Lissandra is dressed in a gorgeous black dress. As usual, Lissandra is carrying a microphone and all members of the A-List stop on the stage just before the ramp. Lord Allton motions to Lissandra to pass him the microphone and she does so.*

Lord Allton: Well, well, well... Dallas, Texas! Doesn't this feel like Deja Vu?

*The crowd boos and starts a 'Fuck Your Celebration!' chant and Lord Allton tuts, shaking his head.*

Lord Allton: Oh no, Dallas... You see this isn't about me winning the X-Factor Championship yet again -

*He holds the title aloft smirking as the boos rain in again.*

Lord Allton: This... is about getting even with our good friend Barry. I had a feeling that Barry would be planning some kind of attack on me. I anticipated it... So... can you bring it out please?

*A few stage hands bring out a huge chocolate cake from the back that Dylan and Lissandra were kind enough to pay for. Lord Allton smiles broadly.*

Lord Allton: While we enjoy this fabulous cake - look at that! Gorgeous! - Barry, why don't you come and say hi since I know you're in the back somewhere anyway...

*Lissandra asks for the microphone from Allton, who obliges.*

Lissandra Thomas: But this isn't an A-List party without a man who helped us START the A-List. Rob... you need to meet Ian Bishop, The Incredible One! Ian... I know you got the crap beaten out of you but something like that can't keep you down. Fancy some cake?

*Lissandra smiles expectantly. The smile turns into a frown when "Ready to Die" hits the speakers and out limps Mike Zybala. He's carrying a wrapped gift and limps his way to the ring. The A-List look livid, especially Thomas. Tank and Vincenzo step in front of Allton.*

Hood: What's this asshole doing here?!

Rockwell: Well, he owns Outsiders. Maybe he's here to congratulate Allton?

Hood: LORD Allton doesn't need praise from the likes of Zybala.

*Zybala has finally made it into the ring and Thomas is already shouting at him to leave. Tank makes as if to attack Zybala, but is stopped by Allton placing a hand on the big guy's arm. The Lord of Dashing gives Zybala a wary smile. Zybala returns the smile and hands the present to Allton. Zybala then grabs a microphone from Minos.*

Mike Zybala: Sorry to crash the party, but what sort of owner would I be if I didn't come out to congratulate you personally?

*The fans boo and Allton couldn't look any smug. Zybala continues.*

Mike Zybala: I'll admit, the way you won left a sour taste in my mouth, but a win is a win. You fought your way through the tournament, regained your X-Factor title, and became the number one contender to the Outsiders World Title! Tainted final win or not, you defied the odds. Once again, congratulations Lord Allton!!

*Zybala extends a hand out to Allton. Thomas looks ready to jump at Zybala as a moment's notice, but Allton raises his hand, halting Dylan in his tracks and Allton shakes the hand of Zybala.*

Lord Allton: Well Mr. Zybala... thanks I suppose for your **ahem** kind words. I couldn't help but notice that you said 'tainted' win...

*Allton shakes his head.*

Lord Allton: For crying out loud, man! The ends justify the means. At all times - all times Zybala! Barry learned a valuable lesson at Controlled Chaos - that to win... you have to be willing to do anything. And well... I proved that... I can't help but think there's another reason why you're here though. Call me cynical... call me suspicious but I know there's another reason as to why you're here. I can see it in your eyes. So Zybala, cut the BS and why don't you say the real reason why you're here?

*Zybala shakes his head at this.*

Mike Zybala: Always with the suspicions. Haven't I always shot straight with you? I did say "tainted." You might even say it was diabolical. But regardless of what I call it, it's still a win. There are no asterisks in wrestling, and the record books will always show Allton beat Barry. I just came out to give you a gift, hope you like scotch by the way, and say congrats. Do I have something else in mind? Always! Will you and Barry square off again? Absolutely! I'd be throwing away money if I didn't book that match. For now though, the moment is yours.

*Allton scrunches up his face, having opened Zybala's gift.*

Lord Allton: Pardon me if I sound ungrateful, but Zybala... I believe I've stated before that I'm teetotal...

*Allton sighs and looks over at the rest of the A-List.*

Lord Allton: Share the scotch amongst yourselves...

Dylan Thomas: Get rid of him Rob! For God's sake.

Lord Allton: Enough! Zybala, you want me to face off against Barry, one more time? Fine but he puts his X-Division title on the line! What do you say Barry? I know you're in the back somewhere.

*The group turns and looks to the back, waiting. There's no response. The A-List laughs, knowing that Barry doesn't have the guts to come out.*

Lord Allton: We should just get to celebrating. Where's the knife for the cake?

*Vincenzo and Tank look all around the cake, not finding a way to cut it. Allton looks even more annoyed.*

Lord Allton: Do I have to do everything myself?

*Allton wheels closer to the cake, searching in his chair for the proper tool to use. Suddenly, though, the cake EXPLODES!! Cake flies everywhere, splattering Dylan, Lissandra, and the rest, as Allton goes flying, having been tackled!!*

Hood: Fuck!!

Rockwell: What the hell??

*A chocolate-covered figure can be seen, punching away at Allton, who's laying on the ground. Vincenzo comes in to try and help, but he can't get a grip on the man, sliding off him. The man turns and nails Vincenzo with a shot under the chin, knocking him back. Tank grabs at the man from behind but he slips free as well.*

Hood: Who is that strange creature? Gollum?

Rockwell: No, I think it's BARRY!

Hood: Barry??

*The crowd has started to cheer as the completely-covered Barry pushes past Tank, who tries to pursue, only to slip on a piece of cake and fall. Lissandra is sobbing to the side, her dress ruined, as Dylan stands protectively next to her. Vincenzo stumbles over to Allton, trying to help right him but slipping himself. Barry has gotten near ringside now, his eyes looking wilder than normal thanks to being covered in frosting. He runs around the ring.*

Rockwell: Wait, is he coming...

Hood: NO!! GET AWAY FROM M-

*Hood tries to run, but Barry grabs hold of him, giving him a chocolate hug before leaping over the barricade and running up the aisle, with some fans reaching out to get some chocolate. It takes all kinds.*

Hood: AGGGHH!!

Rockwell: I think you need a wardrobe change, Hood. You and the rest of the A-List.

Hood: DAMN IT!!

*The camera focuses back on the members of the A-List as they start to pull themselves together, looking very perturbed. Allton looks more furious than the rest, angrily wiping ingredients off of himself.*

Lord Allton: For God's sake! My favourite suit! You're a dead man, Barry. Dead! Do you hear me?! DEAD!

*Zybala is leaning in the corner, eating pieces of cake that splattered on him. The fans start the Goldberg-esq "BAARR-RRY" chant and as we cut away we hear Lord Allton mouthing obscenities about how Barry has ruined his favourite suit once again. We fade out.*

*We return to the Barrows' office, where Deana is making sure everything is running smoothly. She finishes sending off a text, looking pleased, as the Security Commander comes into the office.*

Security Commander: Just checking in, boss. Everything has been working smoothly tonight. No sign of The Lost Soul or The Big Bifford.

Deana Barrows: Personally, I don't care about either one of them. That was my brother's problem. Just make sure that everything stays calm around the Legacy locker room, and you'll continue to receive your... special bonuses...

*The Security Commander raises an eyebrow, earning a glare from Deana.*

Deana Barrows: Money, you imbecile.

Security Commander: Right, right...

*The Security Commander turns to leave, as the phone begins to ring. Deana reaches over and presses the speaker button, having no reason to be quiet with nobody else around.*

Deana Barrows: CEO Barrows, speaking.

Jonathan Barrows: Deana? Look, I don't have much time, it took everything I had to get this phone call. They even took my watch! Have you talked to the lawyers? What's being...

*Deana reaches over and disconnects the call, shaking her head.*

Deana: I hate spam calls.

*Deana goes back to work, as we return to ringside.*

Rockwell: I never thought I'd say this, but poor Jonathan Barrows...

Hood: Yeah, sounds like he's having a rough time. But you know what they say: don't do the crime if you can't do the time.

Rockwell: Without the GCWA lawyers, unfortunately, I think there's going to be a lot of time...

Hood: Maybe we'll see Jonathan at an anniversary show some day. So, ready for another match?

Singles Match
Robert Main (0-0) vs. Aaron Warthog (5-26)

Minos: Our next 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 to "Hog Wild" as the fans all turn to look at the entrance ramp. 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: Aaron Warthog is on his way to the ring!

Hood: Being led to the slaughter again. I don't think he's won in months.

Rockwell: Be nice. Warthog makes people earn their victories over him every time.

Hood: Cool. That'll move him up the rankings...

*Warthog stomps up the steel ring steps and ducks through the ropes, making his way to his corner to breathe heavily and continue sticking his chin out at the crowd as the lighting begins to shift for the arrival of his opponent.*

Minos: His opponent... making his GCWA Debut... standing 6'6" and weighing 230 lbs... from Las Vegas, Nevada... here is Robert "The Omega" Main!!

*"Hallellujah" by Reuben and the Dark begins to spill from the speakers and echo around the GCWA arena. The fans explode as they see the silhouette of the companies new signing atop the ramp, and a dull orange glow rises on the stage to reveal "The Omega" Robert Main! Slowly he makes his way down the ramp, eyes locked on Warthog the entire time.*

Rockwell: I'm excited for this!

Hood: We all are, he's a multiple time XWF Universal Champion, I can't WAIT to see what he can do in GCWA.

*Robert Main rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, taking his spot in the corner and staring down Aaron Warthog coldly. The fans in the building cheer wildly as the music stops and the referee issues last second instructions before calling for the bell! DING! DING! DING!*

Rockwell: So can Warthog impress tonight, finally, or will this be Main's night to shine?

Hood: I barely think that's worth even considering an answer for, Adrian. It's fucking Robert Main!!

*At the opening bell, Aaron Warthog moves first and makes his way across the canvas towards Main. Warthog winds up and throws a heavy right hand, but Main easily sidesteps it and boots Warthog in the midsection to double him over. Main slips around to Aaron's back, hooking around his midsection and sending Warthog flying with a German suplex! The crowd gasps as Main effortlessly tosses the 330 pounds Warthog, and pounces on him quickly to try and lock in a kimura before Aaron can get back up to his feet! Warthog bucks and squeals in pain trying to free himself but is able to get his ankle across the bottom rope, and the referee orders Robert to release the submission. Both men climb back to their feet and begin to circle each other when suddenly The Omega falls back against the ring ropes and slingshots himself across the ring, diving at Aarons knees with a low shoulder block! Warthog flips head over heels and lands flat on his back as Main once more pounces atop him and looks to grapple, this time locking in a sleeper hold and shaking Aarons head viciously from side to side.*

Rockwell: Robert Main looks like a pitbull with a chew toy, the way hes's shaking Warthog!

Hood: An impressive start for Main here, but call me crazy... I think Aaron is about to turn this match around...

*Warthogs face turns bright purple as he struggles to breath, and his resistance grows weaker and weaker. It looks like he's nearly been put to sleep when Robert Main releases Aaron, leaving him in a seated position, and once more runs off the ring ropes to build momentum before leaping through the air and driving his knee into the face of Warthog! V-Trigger!*

Rockwell: You were saying?

Hood: Robert Main is great and firm control here. *ahem*

*Aaron somehow collects himself enough to roll across the mat, under the bottom rope, and to the floor outside the ring. He lays motionless as he tries to catch his breath and collect his marbles. Robert Main watches stone faced, having not even broken a sweat yet, then begins to look around the GCWA Arena. He soaks in every detail, from the fans in the seats to the path of the catwalk through the rafters. *

Rockwell: What's he doing?

Hood: He's never been inside this building, I think he's taking notes.

Rockwell: Notes?

Hood: Robert Main has always been the type to make a surprise entrance and take advantage of confusion. You can bet he wants to know what his options are for whenever he makes a move on the GCWA roster.

*Satisfied, The Omega crosses the ring and steps through the ropes to chase after Warthog, but Aaron suddenly pops up to his knees and grabs Mains ankle! Robert is shocked as Aaron tugs his foot off the apron and sends The Omega tumbling awkwardly to the floor! The Dallas fans gasp in shock as Warthog finally has an opening, but collapses back against the fan barricade and continues to suck air. The fans scream for Aaron to get up and punish Main, but it's clear Warthog is still rattled by that knee to the head. The referee urges both men back between the ropes, but neither move. Eventually he has no choice but to begin counting both men out of the match. "ONE!"*

*Aaron Warthog looks up from the floor to the referee, frustrated by the count. He begins shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, then looks to Robert Main who is beginning to roll slowly from his back to his stomach, pushing himself up to his hands and knees. "TWO!"*

*The Omega pushes himself to his feet, and Aaron Warthog knows that he has no time left to recover. It's time to take care of business. Warthog pops to his feet and lowers his shoulder, spearing Robert Main in the midsection and driving him spine first into the ring post! "THREE!"*

*Robert Main drops several powerful elbows down into the back of Warthog, and Aaron drops to a knee. Main hooks his head and rotates out from the ring post, then drops, DDTing Warthog on the floor! Main pushes the limp body of Warthog off of him, and stands confidently. "FOUR!"*

Rockwell: Who do you think's taken more head trauma recently? Aaron Warthog or Andy Dalton?

Hood: ... that's... damn.

*Main grabs Warthog by the hair and throat and drags him up to his feet, irish whipping him powerfully into the steel ring steps which crash and tumble across the floor after the impact. "FIVE!"*

*The referee screams at Robert Main to bring the action back inside, and Main waves him off, telling him that he'll bring it back inside when he's damn good and ready to. Aaron tries to crawl but shakes and trembles like a newborn piglet, collapsing back to his side as Main stomps towards him. "SIX!"*

*Main kneels down next to Aaron Warthog and begins pummeling him with right hands! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! Robert Main busts Warthog open on the last punch, blood immediately beginning to pour down Aarons face to the crowds horror. "SEVEN!"*

Rockwell: This is just getting uncomfortable to watch.

Hood: Warthog is probably concussed, he's bleeding, and he's been totally outclassed by the XWF superstar and new GCWA signing. We need to end this. Main is a brutal bastard.

*Main drags Aaron up to his feet once more, the corners of his lips curling into a slight smile for the first time tonight. Warthog stares at him through a mask of blood, and weakly lifts a hand to throw one final punch. Main knocks the blow away and wraps Aaron up, hitting the Dead Man's Hand (Inverted Death Valley Driver) on the floor! "EIGHT!"*

Rockwell: Incredible strength from Robert Main, Warthog is not an easy man to lift like that.

Hood: Aaron WAS not an easy man to lift. He's dead now.

*Finally Robert Main rolls away from Aaron Warthog, the bloody heap on the floor, and pops to his feet next to the ring apron. He casually rolls under the bottom rope and back inside, rising slowly to his feet as he commands the referee to finish the count. "NINE!"*

*Aaron Warthog shows no signs of moving, and the fans inside the building are so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Robert Main loves it. He's sent his message to the rest of the company in his debut. "TEN!"*

*The referee calls for the bell. *

Minos: The winner of this match, via count out... "THE OMEGA"! ROBERT! MAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!

*There's no loud pop as "Hallelujah" by Reuben and the Dark begins to play once more, Robert Main holding his fist high in the air to celebrate his victory. The fans are too shocked by what they've just seen, and watch in concern as a few ringside paramedics rush over to Aaron Warthog and tend to him.*

Rockwell: That got out of hand quickly for Aaron.

Hood: He shouldn't have been in there with a guy like Main. The Omega has won everything there is to win in the XWF, and Warthog just wasn't ready for him.

*Robert Main slowly exits the ring, and makes his way back up the ramp to the backstage area, disappearing behind the curtain as the camera slowly fades away from ringside.*

*We return one final time to the Barrows' office, where Deana is finishing up for the evening. She looks pleased at how her first official Inferno has gone. As she gets up, she hears the phone ring once more. After a sigh, she presses the speaker button.*

Deana Barrows: CEO Barrows, speaking.

*The line is quiet, although it's clearly connected to someone. Deana, confused, turns to the phone.*

Deana Barrows: Hello?

*Suddenly, a woman's voice is heard, laughing. Deana looks more confused. The laughter eventually fades.*

Deana Barrows: You seem to be mistaking me for a comedy line. Goodb-

Woman: Deana.

Deana Barrows: .... Yes?

Woman: I'll see you next week.

Deana Barrows: Wait... Lissie? Chelsea?

*The woman hangs up the phone, leaving Deana even more confused... and a little concerned. She picks up the phone and dials to an extension.*

Deana Barrows: Shawn, good, you guys haven't left yet. We need to talk.

*Deana sits back in her chair, holding the receiver up to her ear, as we slowly fade out.*

OOC: It's weird to have not written a match for this show. First time in over a year lol. Thanks to Jack Puffer and James Raven who each took two of the matches. Also thanks to everyone who worked on segments, making this a full angle show. Much appreciated for the week off, we're back to full speed next week (although anyone who wants to write a match, let me know! *lol*). Good luck to all!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, November 6th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Rex Terrestrial vs. Aaron Warthog

Xavier Lux vs. Dylan Thomas

Outcast vs. John Thompson

Shawn Warstein vs. Space Lord

James Raven vs. Justice Cross

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, October 30th to Wednesday, November 4th, giving you 7 days to post your roleplay. 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!