GCWA Friday Night Inferno



*Some weeks are just insane. Some weeks are just recovering from insanity so that you can deal with the next crisis. And sometimes you just have friends who are completely awesome at everything they do. So I'm fine. How are you? Let's get moving as we head through another Friday Night Inferno!*

*The GCWA logo comes and goes, fading into the mist like a deer leaving the scene of an accident it caused. We are shown someone standing in front of the camera, although all we can currently see is the pressed suit they are wearing.*

Deep Voice: Authority. It is the power that people strive for, while also being the one key thing that people are willing to fight against.

*Images begin to appear on the screen, showing Legacy beating down Chelsea LeClair and Lissie Hope, with Deana Barrows joining with them.*

Deep Voice: It always feels like someone needs to be in charge, with others resenting them for their efforts. Those who crave control over others move to the top, while others who crave freedom seek the best path to revolution.

*We see a few of the shots from the last few weeks, with Legacy members winning controversially with the help of the referees, as well as getting aid from GCWA Security in a beatdown of the NWO. We are shown the final moments of last week, where a laughing Deana Barrows is suddenly silenced by the return of Lissie Hope, who takes out Barrows and leaves her unconscious in her office.*

Deep Voice: Authority. Who has the power? Who pursues it? And who will battle against it?

*We see a poster displayed showing Lissie Hope and her GCWA World Heavyweight Title standing off against James Raven and the rest of Legacy. Lissie's smile still shows her confidence is high as the poster erupts into a flaming tornado. The flames 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! The fans in Dallas are once again fully in attendance, ignoring any and all restrictions on how many people can be inside the enclosed space. It's Texas, this is what we do. After the camera pans over the audience, it shoots around to ringside, joining Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: Welcome again, ladies and gentlemen, to Friday Night Inferno!

Hood: Emphasis on Friday...

Rockwell: What? Why?

Hood: Because, I mean, I like Friday. End of the week, good time for it...

Rockwell: Oh, okay. Well, folks, we've got an incredible show for you guys tonight. The World Tag-Team Titles will be on the line, as Jackson Hart & James Raven will be defending their belts... but against who? The Sins of the Fathers will be fighting the new team of S&M, representing the Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders, and one of those teams will earn the shot afterwards at the champs!

Hood: Awfully fair of Legacy to put the belts on the line...

Rockwell: But they made sure their competition is going to be exhausted one way or another before the match, Hood.

Hood: Hey, one of the teams can just bow out. It's not Legacy's fault if they both want to fight.

Rockwell: .... Your logic really scares me sometimes, Hood. We've got a lot to get to, but first, let's head to the back!



*The video cuts away, taking us to the office of Deana Barrows. There is now only one desk inside the room, showing that Deana has cleansed all parts of her brothers from the room. She's also got a substantial security presence around her, as she's working with her neck in a brace.*

Security Commander: Okay, thanks. Well, Ms. Barrows, everything looks good for tonight. We've got the hallway outside heavily locked down, as well as the men here in the room. There's no way Lissie Hope is getting back in here.

Deana Barrows: She'd better not, or she'll find herself on the unemployment line... along with the rest of you who let her get to me last week.

Security Commander: But I told you, we were just following your orders to send everyone to the ring for...

Deana Barrows: Enough with the excuses! I want order here, damn it! And I want to make sure that everything goes the way we expect, understand? Keep security ready for any changes...

Security Commander: Of course.

Deana Barrows: Oh, and if someone happens to find out the whereabouts of Lissie... if she's here somewhere... you know what to do.

Security Commander: Don't worry, we're well prepared if she shows herself again.

*The security commander turns and departs, with Deana scowling after him. She winces, holding the brace for a moment, before turning back to do her work. We head back to ringside.*

Rockwell: You know, Deana's really selling that neck after the attack from Lissie Hope last week.

Hood: Yeah, and Hope's lucky she wasn't fired! She'd better hope for some sort of miracle allowing her to stay the champion next week, or I'm betting she'll be gone from the GCWA...

Rockwell: Maybe so, but what interests me is that Deana wasn't selling that neck throughout the week, when she was hanging out with Legacy as they prepared for their tag-team titles match tonight...

Hood: What are you saying, Adrian? That Deana is running some sort of insurance scam to use against Lissie Hope?

Rockwell: That's not what I'm saying... but it's pretty close to what I'm thinking...

Hood: The woman is hurt, Adrian! She's not a wrestler, after all!

Rockwell: Sure, Hood. Sure. Minos, get us started...


Singles Match
Terry Marshall (7-3) vs. Xtreme (7-32-1)

Minos: Our first match of the night is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'3" and weighing 290 lbs... from Parts Unknown... here is Xtreme!!

*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.*

Rockwell: We haven't heard much from Xtreme lately, but I suppose it's good to see him back.

Hood: I wonder how his therapy has been going.

Rockwell: I see less bandages, so maybe at least the self-injuring has stopped.

Hood: Hey, that's a definite positive step!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'5" and weighing 311 lbs... from Huntington, West Virginia... accompanied by "First Mate" Rodman and Major Flavor... here is "Too Sweet" Terry Marshall!!

*The lights go out in the arena. "Keep Me" by The Black Keys begins to play over the PA. The crowd starts to boo, even was white lights begin to flash at the top of the entrance way. "Too Sweet" Terry Marshall, First Mate Rodman, and Major Flavor appear, standing on the stage and laughing at the reaction.*

Rockwell: I really don't like this new look.

Hood: What, the Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders? What's wrong with trying a change?

Rockwell: Because they're turning their backs on their loyal crew, as well as their fans!

Hood: Eh, life moves on...

*Rather than heading for the ring, the three men stay on the ramp, looking towards where Xtreme is anxiously waiting for them to come down. Rodman hands a mic over to Marshall, who smirks before talking.*

Marshall: YO! YO! YO! DALLE, WHAT DO YA KNOW!?!

*The crowd gives another mixed reaction.*

Marshall: LISTEN UP JACK! Dark Lord and I, we were sitting in the back, brother, and we looked at this ridiculous match that that witch Deana wants me to wrestle. They want a superstar like me to wrestle against a loser in the opening match? Well, they can STICK IT JACK!!

*Just like last week, the fans break into a "STICK IT" chant.*

Marshall: The leader of the NWO doesn't lower himself to fight someone like Xtreme, brother. So Major Flavor? Go take the trash out.

*The fans boo this decision, not happy to see Marshall not wrestling, as Major Flavor steps forward, even as Marshall & Rodman turn and leave.*

Rockwell: Looks like we've got a change in competition here...

Hood: Huh. I want to insult Marshall, but that was very well reasoned...

Rockwell: Please tell me you're not becoming a fan just because he doesn't want to wrestle.

Hood: Hey, I can respect the logic...

*Major Flavor walks up towards the ring, where Xtreme is still angrily waiting. Flavor takes his time, slowly going around the ring, taunting Xtreme as if wanting him to come after the wrestler. Flavor makes his way around another turn... and then gets hammered, as a flying mask-clad man slams into him with a leaping crossbody from the crowd barricade!!!*

Hood: Whoa! What just...

Rockwell: How did we miss Major Helmet in the crowd, Hood??

Hood: I don't know... he IS pretty short...

*Helmet fires shot after shot away at Flavor, grabbing him by the head and giving him a headbutt. The helmet, of course, protects better, as Flavor falls to the ground, looking out of it. Helmet stands up and flips his helmet mask open, letting out a semi-mighty roar. The mask then closes on its own, with Helmet shaking it off before heading back into the stands to run away.*

Rockwell: Major Helmet has taken out Major Flavor!

Hood: We've got ourselves a Major War!

Rockwell: But wait, what does this mean for Xtreme?

*Xtreme is pacing back and forth now, looking truly upset. He turns to the referee, demanding that he do something, but the referee really doesn't have any control over the changes to Xtreme's competition. Xtreme, frustrated, turns away from the ref... and gets hit with The Stampede!!!!*

Rockwell: What the hell??

Hood: Now where did Aaron Warthog come from???

*Warthog is jumping up and down, fired up, as he points to the referee. The ref looks around, shrugs, and then signals for the bell to ring.*

Rockwell: Whoa, wait a second, ref!

Hood: So it's WARTHOG vs. Xtreme??

*Xtreme is hurting from the Stampede, trying desperately to pull himself up. But Warthog doesn't give him the chance. He steps in, lifting Xtreme into the air... and delivering Aggression (Falling Powerslam)!!! The crowd gives a cheer, knowing how rare it is to see that move, as Warthog makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Aaron Warthog!!!

Rockwell: Oh my god, Aaron Warthog has a winning streak...

Hood: The world is truly coming to an end...

Rockwell: I can say without question that we just witnessed one of the stranger twists in the GCWA's history. Somehow, in a match that was supposed to be between Terry Marshall and Xtreme, we saw a brawl between two Majors and a Warthog come out victorious...

Hood: I really hate this year...

*Warthog is celebrating like mad, once again, jumping around the ring. Memphis Belle once again comes running down the aisle, just like last week, with Warthog helping her through the ropes. The two embrace, with Warthog lifting Memphis up and parading her around once again.*

Rockwell: Aaron Warthog is 2-0 in November... could he be the wrestler of the month?

Hood: Don't even joke about that, Adrian...

Rockwell: It's already a crazy night. What's going to come next?

*The camera focuses on the smiling faces of Warthog and Memphis Belle as we cut away.*







*We cut to the interior of THE MIGHTY CIVIC. It's parked outside a warehouse. Inside sits a contemplative Derek Mobley. An anxious Jack Puffer leans forward in the passenger's seat, eyeing the warehouse.*

Jack Puffer: So...

Derek Mobley: Look. There's something I need to say and, well, it's not an easy thing for me to admit.

*Puffer's brow furrows. He's confused. Turning toward Mobley, he braces for, well, just about anything.*

Derek Mobley: I messed up. At Fright or Flight, I made it all about me. And, in doing so, I cost you the match.

Jack Puffer: It's not a big...

Derek Mobley: It is a big deal. When I was being mentored. When I was being trained...my teacher stepped back, giving me room to grow. I should have given you the same courtesy. This entire time your rise in GCWA has been about me and my spot. You've been trapped. Inside a tank, unable to grow.

*Puffer nods.*

Derek Mobley: Some of us are cut out to teach. Others aren't. I've been wondering if maybe I'm just not suited for the mentor role.

Jack Puffer: You're being too hard on yourself, Derek.

*Mobley finally looks at Puffer, smiling.*

Derek Mobley: You're a good dude, Puffer. That's why you need better than me to lead you into this loser leaves GCWA match. The biggest match of your career. You need the man who turned me from a soft, melancholic college drop out into a multi-time world champion. You need...Dean.

*Puffer's eyes widen. Is Dean still alive? His name, at this stage, contains an almost mythical soul. The doors to the warehouse open, revealing the legend himself.*

Dean: You suckas coming in, or what?

*Mobley opens his door. Jack follows suit. They approach Dean. He towers over the two of them.*

Dean: Aight. Before we begin, I just wanna get some shit straight.

*They nod.*

Dean: Whatever kinda bullshit Outsiders stuff my name is associated with...that shit ain't relevant. Aight? Like, I'm there, but I'm not. You suckas got it?

Jack Puffer: Umm, but you are kinda...

Dean: WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?

*Puffer goes silent.*

Dean: For fuck's sake. You, get yo ass in there and hit the ropes. I'll be in there in a minute.

*Puffer does as ordered.*

Dean: So you think this kid's worth the effort?

Derek Mobley: I do. If nothing else, he deserves some legitimate coaching before heading into what could be his final opportunity to make something of himself in the business.

*Dean nods.*

Dean: Well, I'll do my best. Didn't give me much time, though.

*Dean spots the MIGHTY Civic.*

Dean: Shit. You still drivin that piece of crap? Fuckin hell, Mobley. You're a legend now. Act like one.

Derek Mobley: Yea, yea...I gotta go pick Eugene up from the airport. I'll be back to get Puffer tonight.

Dean: Ah hell no. You're still hanging out with that Eugene nerd?

*Derek shrugs.*

Dean: No wonder you called me to toughen this sucka up.

Derek Mobley: Do a good job! Otherwise, Warrick's guy wins!

*Upon hearing this, Dean becomes focused.*

Dean: I sure as shit ain't havin my guy lose to some guy trained by Warrick.

*Turning, he enters the warehouse.*

Dean: GET THE FUCK OFF THEM ROPES LIKE SOME KINDA RETARD. Mother fucker you gotta carry yourself like a champion.

*Dean heads toward the ring. The door shuts. We cut away.*


Tag-Team Match
Enforcer & Justice Cross (2-2) vs. The Greek Gods (Hades & Zeus) (1-5)

Minos: The next tag-team match is scheduled for one fall... coming down the aisle... weighing in at 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: The Greek Gods are fresh off their first GCWA victory, taking down Wrath of the Storm.

Hood: Thunder & Lightning have truly earned the title of worst team in the GCWA, if the Greek Gods can beat them.

Rockwell: I don't know, I think we still need to have a match-up between Wrath of the Storm and the Patriots.

Hood: Good point. Man, it's a very strange world to think that The Greek Gods could be better than multiple teams here...

Rockwell: 2020 is insane...

Minos: Their opponents... weighing a combined 501 lbs... here is Justice Cross and the GCWA World Television Champion, Enforcer!!

*Natural Born Killaz By Ice Cube and Dr. Dre starts playing gthroughout 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. Justice comes out behind him, moving to Enforcer's side with the husband-and-wife combo looking confidently towards the ring. Both walk to the ring, with Enforcer walking up the stairs on to the ring apron. He looks out at the crowd and lifts his arms out to the side. Justice gets halfway onto the apron, turns her back to the ropes and does a back flip over them. She goes to each side of the ring, smirking, as Enforcer steps through the top & middle ropes and walks to the opposite side, lifting his arms out to his side.*

Rockwell: Enforcer & Justice spent some time in Greece this past week, surely a coincidence considering their opponents.

Hood: Oh, yeah, they had to have been planning this trip for a while.

Rockwell: Of course, the Greek Gods had to make it more interesting by sharing their address and sending a bunch of people there to party.

Hood: I think you're giving Hades & Zeus a little too much credit.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go!

Hood: I've got my stopwatch ready, this is going to be fast...

*Zeus and Hades confer in their corner as the referee calls for the opening bell, looking across the ring to see who starts the match off for their opponents. Enforcer gives Justice Orton-Cross a quick kiss on her cheek before stepping through the ropes to the ring apron. Realizing that the behemoth is starting on the sidelines, Zeus and Hades are each suddenly more than willing to start the match off against Justice. Zeus tells Hades to exit the ring, but Hades shakes his head and tells Zeus to kick rocks. The referee tells The Greek Gods that they don't have all day, and need to make a decision so we can get underway. Reluctantly, Zeus steps through the ring ropes and leaves Hades on the inside. *

*Immediately, Justice Orton-Cross turns to Enforcer and tags him into the match.*

*Zeus' eyes widen in horror as Enforcer charges through the ropes and across the mat as if shot out of a cannon. Zeus turns to try and tag in Hades, but Enforcer is to him in a flash and lowers his shoulder into the ribs of Zeus! *

Rockwell: Yikes, I felt my own teeth rattle on that impact.

Hood: Enforcer hits a shoulder block and Zeus goes FLYING into the ring ropes!

*Zeus, in fact, finds his arm tangled in the ring ropes as he tries to recover and get away from the GCWA Television Champion. He tries to tug his arm free but is totally wrapped in the top and middle ropes as Enforcer charges towards him again and... BIG BOOT! Enforcer drives a heavy foot across Zeus' jaw, dropping him to his knees in a drooling heap. Enforcer frees Zeus' arm, then hoists the tiny Greek God up above his head and drops him with a press slam! Zeus bounces off the canvas, doubling over in pain and trying to roll across the mat and away from his assailant. Enforcer watches intently, lowering himself into a three point stance as Zeus grabs the ring ropes and uses them to drag himself back up to his feet. Finally standing again, Zeus stumbles away from the ropes to the middle of the mat where...*

Rockwell: OH!

Hood: Spear! Enforcer hits the spear!

Rockwell: He nearly snapped Zeus in half! Here's the cover!

*Zeus' eyes roll around in his head as Enforcer rolls atop him and hooks his leg. ONE... TWO... TH-*

*The crowd groans loudly as Hades climbs to the top rope and launches himself through the air, dropping an elbow into Enforcers spine and stopping the count! Enforcer sits up on his knees, roaring in anger and clutching his back. He turns to see Hades, and Hades' eyes widen in horror before he scrambles underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring. Enforcer stands and returns his attention to Zeus, lifting him up to his feet and whipping him powerfully into the corner where Justice Orton-Cross is leaned over the ropes with an extended elbow, cracking Zeus right in the face! Enforcer follows close behind as Zeus clutches his nose, and spears him in the back! He drives Zeus hard into the turnbuckle and Zeus collapses in a motionless heap!*

Hood: Enforcer tags in Orton-Cross!

Rockwell: She climbs to the top rope as Enforcer drags Zeus to the middle of the mat!

*Orton-Cross throws herself off the top with a frog splash and connects! She flattens Zeus, but instead of making a cover she pops back to her feet and blows a kiss to the crowd... who give her a very mixed reaction. She laughs and shrugs, and makes her way over to a new corner of the ring and once more begins to climb the ring post. *

Rockwell: What is she thinking? They've destroyed Zeus already. Make the cover!

Hood: After her loss to James Raven last week, she's got something to prove here tonight. She's looking to make a statement!

*As Justice reaches the top rope, Hades rushes around the apron from The Greek Gods corner and grabs her foot. He tugs violently and Orton-Cross loses her footing, toppling off the top rope and hitting the lip of the ring before crashing to the floor! Horrified, Enforcer drops from the apron and sprints around the ring towards his wife to check on her as Hades retreats to the Greek Gods corner. He stomps on the mat, screaming at his brother to get up and make the tag now that their opponents are distracted and hurt. Slowly Zeus begins to stir, rolling to his stomach and crawling in slow motion across the mat. Justice Orton-Cross looks a little groggy as Enforcer helps her to her feet, but generally okay after her fall. She rolls underneath the bottom rope just as Zeus dives towards Hades and makes the tag!*

*Hades nearly trips as he enters the match for the first time and charges at Justice Orton-Cross as she climbs to her feet... superkick! Justice Orton-Cross hits the charging Hades with a superkick!*

Hood: I think she knocked a tooth out of his skull with that kick!

Rockwell: Was she playing possum?

*Hades goes down like a toppled tree, landing flat on his back. Justice Orton-Cross grins towards the commentary desk, then once more blows a kiss to the crowd before flipping off anyone that boos her. *

Hood: I think she was.

Rockwell: Poor Hades, he finally gets into the match and gets his face kicked off his face.

*Justice stands over Hades and waits for him to climb to his feet, but he's barely moving. Zeus knows that his brother saved him twice, and it's his turn to return the favor. Zeus takes a deep breath to collect himself and shakes any remaining cobwebs from his head, then climbs to the top rope and sizes up Orton-Cross before taking flight. *

*Enforcer slides into the ring in a flash, snatching Zeus out of midair and slamming him to the mat with a powerful spinebuster! Hades staggers to his feet and sees his brother laid out on the canvas! Justice Orton-Cross leaps into the air and grabs his neck.*

Rockwell: Lights Out (RKO)!!

Hood: It's over! It's done! Turn out the lights goddamnit!

*Justice makes the cover as the referee slides into position. ONE... TWO... THREE!!!*

Minos: The winners of this match... Justice Orton-Cross and Enfoooooorcer!

Rockwell: A nice victory for Enforcer as he heads into a title defense this next week.

Hood: But will it be against E.W. Montgomery or Mike Zybala?

Rockwell: We'll find that out later tonight!

*As Justice and Enforcer come together, celebrating their win, we head to a break.*







*The camera fades in, backstage and deep inside the GCWA Arena's "talent only" parking structure. We're zoomed in on the tires of a luxury sports car as they roll to a stop in a reserved parking spot. We listen to the engine shut off and watch as the drivers door opens, two expensive looking leather shoes dropping to the pavement. The driver shuts the door gently behind him as the camera slowly pans up the length of his legs and torso to eventually reveal his identity.*

Hood: It's James Raven! The tag team champion and number one contender to the World Heavyweight title!

Rockwell: It's strange to see him arriving alone, doesn't he usually come to the arena with the other members of Legacy?

*Without a word or a glance to the cameras Raven begins to circle to the passenger side of the car, grinning from ear to ear as he opens the door and holds it for his companion. Slowly, a long tan leg in diamond encrusted stilettos appears from the door. Raven holds out a hand and a well-manicured female hand appears in his. A moment later, Betsy Granger appears, a big grin on her own face. Her long, blonde hair is swept to one and held in place by a red flower that matches the red mini-dress that clings to her lean figure. She links her arm through the proffered arm of Raven and turns towards the camera and waves.

Betsy Granger: You should have known this was coming.

*Raven winks to the camera and grins ear to ear.*

Hood: He's NOT alone! That's Betsy Granger! She signed a deal with the GCWA over the past week, and it looks like she's wasting no time introducing herself.

*Raven shuts the passenger door behind her, motioning across the lot towards the building's underground staff entrance.*

James Raven: This is it, my dear... where all the magic happens...

*Betsy and James study the GCWA Arena for a moment, and he offers a casual shrug.*

James Raven: It's not exactly awe inspiring, I'll admit.

Rockwell: Hey! Rude..

*Betsy smiles at James.*

Betsy Granger: Don't be silly, dear. It's perfect.

*James smiles back at her and offers his arm. She hooks her own around his elbow, and together the duo make their way away from the car and towards the arena entrance.*

Rockwell: Well... I'm sure the roster doesn't need to worry about this at all...

Hood: Nice sarcasm, man.

Rockwell: Thanks!

*Betsy and Raven disappear inside, and the camera slowly fades back to ringside.*


GCWA World Television Title #1 Contenders Match
E.W. Montgomery (4-0) vs. Mike Zybala (12-9)

Rockwell: Coming up next is the number one contendership for the TV Title - Zybala vs E.W. Montgomery.

Hood: Wooo! Come on Montgomery! Kick Zybala's ass!

Rockwell: Hood, as ever, you're the paragon of impartiality.

Hood: Damn straight Rockwell! Wait...

Rockwell: Let's take it to Minos.

Minos: The following contest is a number one contender's match for the Television title.

*The crowd cheers at this.*

Minos: Introducing first...From El Dorado Arkansas...weighing in at 337lbs (of pure hoss!) E.W. .....Montgomery!

*The lights in the arena go completely black as the opening thundering drums of "Kong at the Gates" by the Misfits begins to echo throughout the entire arena. A single spotlight shines down upon the entrance portal where the massive hoss E.W Montgomery is now standing with his arm in the air getting a response from the crowd. A long stream of brown spit flies from the mouth of the big hoss as he begins his march towards the ring. With his cheek puffed out with as much chew as a human being possibly could shove in there some of the juice leaks down his lips as two members of security help guide the nearly blind 6 foot 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.*

Rockwell: It always amazes me at just how big E.W. Montgomery really is.

Hood: It always amazes me how he can step into the ring to wrestle.

Rockwell: Hood!

Hood: He's practically blind!

Rockwell: Lord Allton is in a wheelchair most of the time and he wrestles.

Hood: Lord Allton is a visionary, genius, and the 'Jesus Christ of Professional Wrestling!' There's a difference between E.W. Montgomery, Rockwell and Lord Allton!

Rockwell: .........Anyway...

Minos: And his opponent...From Buffalo, New York, weighing in at 175lbs...

Hood: I can't wait for this one!

Rockwell: Zybala is at both a height and weight disadvantage but as we have seen numerous times, that doesn't really matter when it comes to Zybala.

Hood: Yeah, especially when he turns into a ghost and cheats to win!

Rockwell: Hood, Zybala hasn't used the trick with the lights in a very long time.

*'Ready To Die' by Andrew W.K hits the speakers and Zybala enters to cheers. He makes his way up to the ramp and stops looking out at the crowd and smiles. He shakes his head.*

Hood: I knew it! Zybala is scared to get in the ring with E.W. Montgomery!

Rockwell: I don't think that's the case at all.

*Meanwhile, Montgomery looks towards the stage (although he can't really see Zybala, but beckons him to come down to the ring anyway). Zybala looks back towards the curtain and points. All of a sudden the music changes to 'Not Gonna Die' by Skillet and the crowd cheers again when Lucas Thames in a TAPOUT hoodie and jeans enters through the curtain.*

Hood: What the fuck is he doing here?!

Rockwell: Lucas Thames!

Hood: I can see who it is! He lost his chance at the TV title, get him out of here!

Rockwell: It looks as though Lucas is here in support of Mike Zybala...

Minos: ....Being accompanied to the ring by Lucas 'The Icon' Thames....Mike Zybala!

Hood: He doesn't need to be here!

*The crowd cheers loudly when it's made official by Minos and Lucas and Zybala make their way down to the ring with Lucas applauding all the way down the ramp. Zybala climbs in as Lucas makes his way to Zybala's corner. The referee comes over to Lucas and says to stay out of trouble and Lucas says that he is merely here to observe the contest. The referee seems satisfied and rings the bell - we're underway!*

*E.W. and Zybala step forward with Zybala holding his hand out for a handshake but of course Montgomery doesn't see it. Zybala whispers to Montgomery for a handshake but Montgomery declines, forcefully opting to attempt to start this one with a good old fashioned, big old hoss punch to the face (he hopes, anyway). Zybala ducks out of the way and shrugs with a smile on his face.*

Rockwell: A bit of sportsmanship there from Zybala. Always refreshing to see.

Hood: Pfft, sportsmanship. The name of the game is beating your opponent to a pulp.

Rockwell: Speaking of which, you know I could rip you in half still...

Hood: I'm not a fighter Adrian.

Rockwell: Keep quiet then!

*Zybala starts things off with a lock up attempt (initiating it himself so that E.W. can tell what's going on). E.W. Montgomery however easily forces the smaller Zybala over to the corner and holds him there while using his free hand to punch Zybala a few times in the stomach. Upon the fourth or fifth punch, Zybala catches it and the two switch places allowing Zybala to lay in a few kicks in the corner. E.W. shoves Zybala away and charges toward Zybala looking for a quick Welcome To The Slaughterhouse! (Charging Lariat). But again Zybala is too quick and dodges again. The two lock up again, with Zybala this time making the switch, getting behind E.W. perhaps looking for a German Suplex. E.W. is too big however and flings his head backwards into a reverse headbutt which catches Zybala by surprise, stunning him for a few seconds. The camera briefly cuts to Lucas Thames shouting words of encouragement to Zybala.*

Rockwell: Ow! That is one massive head of E.W. Montgomery!

Hood: Yeah it sure is!

*E.W. turns around and grabs a hold of Zybala, taking him down in a huge suplex. The big hoss lets go of Zybala after the suplex and walks over, getting Zybala into a pin. 1... Zybala immediately kicks out.*

Rockwell: Not gonna keep Zybala down after a mere suplex.

Hood: Shame, but even I have to admit you're right, Adrian.

*The camera cuts to Lucas Thames applauding Zybala's kicking out as Zybala rolls back onto his feet. Zybala then kicks the legs of E.W. Montgomery as the crowd counts along. 1...2...3...4! Zybala only reaches four kicks before E.W. swats away Zybala's kicks as if he's swatting away an annoying bug. Undeterred however and Zybala is right back on the attack with the kicks to the legs. He gets in another four kicks before Zybala decides to switch up tactics and grabs hold of E.W. 's left leg before leaving him to bounce around on his right leg for a few seconds.*

Hood: This is really unfair! Making a blind man balance on one leg.

Rockwell: Hood, E.W. Montgomery is only almost blind, it's not 100%.

Hood: Whatever! I think it's still against Montgomery's rights as a handicapped person.

Rockwell: What are you talking about?

*After a few seconds Zybala takes down E.W. Montgomery leg first with a dragon screw. He follows this up with another few kicks to the leg before rolling him over onto his stomach and stepping through.*

Rockwell: Is that...? Yes! The Annie Wilkes Special!

*Yes, as Rockwell says, Zybala locks in the A.W.S. (Half Crab with Vicious Ankle Lock!) and E.W. screams in agony as Zybala wrenches the hold and Lucas Thames once again is seen applauding.*

Hood: What is Thames even doing out here?

Rockwell: Well it looks as though Zybala and Thames have formed some sort of alliance, clearly. They both have trained Peter Vaughn after all. And let's not forget, they tagged together against the Greek Gods just a few weeks ago.

Hood: And what? They've become best bosom buddies after one match together? Ridiculous. Besides, they can train a JANITOR all they want but in the end it won't matter. Lord Allton is the number one Contender to Vaughn's championship.

*E.W. Montgomery is still screaming in agony and crawls towards the ropes. He almost reaches them when Zybala manages to pull him away from the ropes, back to the center of the ring! The crowd starts to cheer for both E.W. and Zybala and this seems to spur on E.W. who finally manages to free himself from the hold by using his brute hoss strength to lift out of it and flip the smaller Zybala forward. Both men at this point take a momentary breather as the referee checks on E.W. asking him if he still would like to continue. The camera picks up a 'You're damn fuckin' straight I do!' from Montgomery and the match continues. E.W. 's knee and ankle is hurt after this assault but he still manages to pull himself up to his feet via the ropes. Zybala and Lucas both see that E.W. is hurt and look concerned for his well-being but E.W. looks in the (general) direction of Zybala telling him to 'hurry the fuck up!' and Zybala shrugs again, marching towards Montgomery and the two attempt to lock up one more time.*

*E.W. however, catches Zybala off guard this time with a quick kick to the gut! Sensing the opportunity he follows this with an axe handle to the back of Zybala and then lifts him up for the razorback-breaker! (Backbreaker with Stretch). He holds Zybala there who manages to roll off of E.W. 's knee after a few moments and kicks at E.W's knee, attempting the Dragon Screw one more time but E.W this time is ready, swatting away at Zybala again. The two stand in a stand off and the crowd are loving it.*

Rockwell: Pretty even contest thus far here.

Hood: Yeah, I'm surprised.

*E.W. beckons Zybala on again, but bull rushes him anyway, backing Zybala into the corner and this time E.W. is thrusting his shoulders in the gut of Zybala, one after the other. E.W, after about nine or ten shoulder thrusts roars at the crowd as Zybala slumps down into the corner. E.W. follows this up with a few mudhole stomps before turning his attention to the opposite ropes. He decides to run them and on the rebound running facewash's Zybala who is still down in the corner. We hear a very audible 'Oooooooooh!!' from the crowd and even Lucas Thames cringes. E.W. attempts a cover! 1...2... Zybala kicks out!*

*E.W. starts to say to the referee that that was definitely a three count but the referee is adamant that it was only a two. Eventually E.W. relents and stands Zybala up, doubling him over with another kick to the gut. This time however, Zybala fights out of it with a few punches to E.W.'s gut and catches him with a quick dropkick. While the big man is down, Zybala follows up with standing Shooting Star Press but doesn't hold on for a pin, instead he leaps up in the air again and comes down with a leg drop and again Zybala fails to go for a pin. Instead he sprints to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing it in record time and flies off in a picture perfect 450 Splash! He holds on this time! 1...2... No! E.W. gets his shoulder up. Undeterred however Zybala immediately sprints to the ropes and bounces off them with another leg drop. He then jumps up and crashes down onto Montgomery with a jumping elbow drop straight to the heart!*

Hood: Fuck! He'll kill him doing that!

Rockwell: For someone that has retired from the ring so many times and yet keeps coming back, I would have to agree, Hood.

Hood: Another one!

*Zybala leaps up a third time, crashing down again with an elbow drop and attempts the pin. 1...2....thre-no! E.W. Montgomery kicks out! The crowd are stunned! Zybala is stunned! Lucas is stunned on the outside...and Montgomery attempts to stand. Zybala shakes this off however and the two stand facing each other. Zybala punches E.W. (yay!) E.W. punches Zybala (another yay! The crowd are torn with this one). The punches go back and forth until E.W takes control with a big boot to the face out of nowhere!*

Hood: FUCK! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!

Rockwell: That was a huge boot to Zybala there! Nothing fancy about that, just a straight up boot to the face!

Hood: Fancy flips and dives are fine and all but sometimes it's better to work smarter and not harder. E.W. did just that with that boot.

Rockwell: Agreed.

*At this point E.W. feels for where Zybala is and makes him stand up before signalling for the Kali-Ma (Heart Punch!). He rears back ready to strike....and instead hits Zybala in the stomach, doubling him over once more!*

Rockwell: The Kali-Ma!

Hood: Well...not really, but...

Rockwell: At least he tried, Hood.

*E.W. senses that the move didn't hit exactly as planned but shrugs it off and shouts 'Cattlebuster!' which causes the crowd to roar in approval. E.W. lifts Zybala up and spikes him down with his patented slam and E.W. smiles knowing that one hit its mark. He then backs up slightly rolling his arm around signalling for the Welcome To The Slaughterhouse... Zybala attempts to stand and before he realizes, he is flung, rotating in mid-air after E.W. for once, hits a picture perfect Welcome To The Slaughterhouse.*

Hood: Holy Fuck! Zybala's out! This one is done Adrian.

Rockwell: I would have to agree, let's see if that's the case...

*1...2...Thre-No!*

Rockwell: Good God! How?!

Hood: You're fucking kidding me?! He kicked out?!

Rockwell: He kicked out!

*Lucas Thames cheers on from the outside as everyone in the crowd remains in shock. E.W. Montgomery even smirks and nods his head. He whispers down to Zybala that he has guts.*

Rockwell: The way this match has gone Hood, you have to believe that whoever comes out victorious really does deserve to face Enforcer for the TV title.

Hood: I have no love for Zybala, you know that... but even I have to concede that this match has gone a lot better than I anticipated!

*E.W. then proceeds to make Zybala stand when Zybala hits the Superkick from nowhere!*

Rockwell: Zybala with a surprise attack of his own!

Hood: Damn!

*Lucas is seen on the outside cheering and applauding as the two take another breather. Zybala doesn't take as long though, heading into the ropes and spins around with the back fist (Disrespect!) E.W. staggers and Zybala nods to the crowd. Zybala then sends E.W. into the corner and immediately follows up with a running knee to the face, beginning the Facial Reconstruction!*

Rockwell: Zybala's feeling it now...

Hood: Shit...

*Zybala continues the Facial Reconstruction with a Superkick and finally nails a prone E.W. Montgomery with the Curb Stomp!*

Hood: Shit! That move right there should be banned!

Rockwell: Dave Branson also utilizes a Curb Stomp and he hits it into either the bottom turnbuckle or even the barricade!

Hood: Yeah, but...I mean Dave's cool.

Rockwell: Uh-huh...

*Zybala slips in for the pin!*

*1...2...Thre-No!*

Rockwell: How did Montgomery kick out of that??

Hood: Divine intervention? Well, maybe not 'divine', but...

*It's Zybala's turn to look flummoxed by Montgomery kicking out. He talks to the ref for a moment, shaking his head, before getting himself up. He slowly moves to the side, bracing his leg, preparing himself to pull off the Superkick! He waits, watching, as Montgomery is somehow working his way to his feet, showing his massive strength despite his age. The ref moves in, checking on Montgomery, who reaches out and grabs him by the shirt, before shoving the referee away towards Zybala. The wrestler nimbly dodges the ref, though, and comes in for the superkick... and Montgomery is swinging at the same time, somehow avoiding the kick... as he nails Zybala with a low blow punch!!! Zybala topples backwards, yelling out, as the referee, who had been off-balance, turns back to the actionl*

Rockwell: That was a blatant shot!

Hood: Are you kidding? Montgomery's always just swinging wildly, it was bound to happen sooner or later!

Rockwell: Yeah, but the ref still should have DQ'ed him!

Hood: The ref saw nothing, I saw nothing, it's nothing, Adrian...

*It's hard to tell if Montgomery knows exactly what he just did, but he's got a smile on his face as he turns towards a wounded Zybala, winding himself up again. He rushes forward, landing Welcome To The Slaughterhouse to the back of Zybala's head!!! Zybala topples forward, out, as Montgomery takes a moment to shake off some dizziness before turning back to make the cover, holding down tightly with all his weight.*

*1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... #1 Contender to the GCWA World Television Title... E.W. Montgomery!!

Hood: Yes!! Montgomery's done it! He's a double #1 contender!

Rockwell: Through a cheap shot, intended or not!

Hood: It works, that's all that matters!

Rockwell: So where does this put us? Does Montgomery fight Outcast or Enforcer??



*"Kong At The Gates" by The Misfits continues to play as E.W. Montgomery raises an arm in celebration. Some of the fans aren't happy with how this one ended, but Montgomery couldn't be in a better mood. He steps through the ropes, making his way carefully down the stairs to the floor.*

Rockwell: I'm getting word from the back about Montgomery... apparently we might be having a Three Way match between the wrestlers, with two titles on the line!

Hood: Seriously? That'd be an awesome match!

Rockwell: We'll have to see if this gets signed for next week, as the show is almost upon us!

*As Montgomery starts to head up the aisle, suddenly a fan jumps over the railing behind him.*

Hood: Hey, get that guy out of here.

Rockwell: Where is that security team we had last week?

*The fan grabs EW by the shoulder and spins him around. Out of instinct EW throws a big lariat while being pulled around. The fan ducks the wild blow and comes back up spraying something in EW's face!*

Rockwell: What is that smell.

Hood: It's a smell I know all too well, it's pepper spray.

*EW staggers around holding his eyes and screaming in pain. Two security guards rush the fan, but the fan sees them coming and catches the first with a back drop and the second with a super kick. The fan pulls the hood of his hoodie down and then grabs his face mask and rips it off revealing it is Outcast.*

Rockwell: IT'S OUTCAST!

Hood: Is he the new master of disguises?

*EW bumps into the security railing and places his hand on it to steady himself, but as soon as EW stops moving Outcast moves in with the pace of a field goal kicker and lands a hard kick right between the legs of EW. EW squals and falls to his knees in pain and then crumples to the ground.*

Hood: Ouch! What a dirty low blow!

Rockwell: That's not what you said when Montgomery did the same thing to Zybala!

Hood: It wasn't the same, and it was ZYBALA!

*Outcast stands over EW and unzips his hoodie revealing the Unified X-Division championship underneath. Outcast unfastens the belt and pills it off, and then folds the straps up and holds the belt in his right hand. With his left hand Outcast grabs EW by the hair and pulls his head up and the camera can pick up what Outcast says.*

Outcast: I know you can't see this, so let me give you a close up, but know this is as close as you'll ever get to the championship.

*Outcast slams the championship belt into the face of EW, knocking EW back to the ground. Outcast stands over EW and raises the Unified X-Division championship over his head as the scene fades to commercial.*







*We return to the office of Deana Barrows, where security still appears to be extra tight. There's a knock at the door, with all of the officers quickly bracing themselves for a fight. One steps in front of Deana, covering her, as the security guards radio each other to see what's happening in the hall. Content with the answer, a guard nods and the door is opened, allowing in James Raven. The fans can be heard, booing, as Raven walks up to Deana.*

Deana Barrows: Hello, James.

James Raven: Looking pretty safe here, Deana.

Deana Barrows: I wish I felt like it. It's nerve-racking, feeling everyone jumping at every little thing. I only wish I could get my hands on Lissie Hope, like you're going to. I really want to see her pay.

James Raven: I had an idea about that, Deana. But it's going to require your help.

*Intrigued, Deana turns to face the #1 contender, wincing slightly as her neck shifts the wrong way.*

Deana Barrows: What exactly would you like to do, James?

*James grins to himself as he casually makes his way around the office, avoiding the security in the room, studying the pictures that adorn the walls, and squinting to read a few book spines from the shelves. He shrugs his shoulders.*

James Raven: Funny you should ask. I've been thinking it over for the past week or so, and looking for a hole in Lissie's game that could be exploited; tell me... is there a way to decide a match that's based on self-esteem? Because I think I can run circles around her if there is...

*Deana smiles and shakes her head softly.*

Deana Barrows: I don't think that option is on the table.

*James snaps his fingers with a good old fashioned "aw shucks".*

James Raven: In all seriousness, Deana, I don't think I'm too concerned with the stipulation. I'm going to beat her no matter what scenario we draw up. I'm stronger than her, I'm faster than her, I've seen more tricks and employed more gameplans... find me a spot in which she has a leg up, go ahead, I'll wait...

*Deana says nothing, but continues to smile. Say what you will about James Raven, the man has a contagious confidence about him.*

Deana Barrows: I'm not asking what sort of match gives you the best odds or what sort of match she might struggle in. I'm asking what you WANT, James. When you envision the main event of Darkness Falls and see yourself standing victorious, what sort of match is it that you've won?

*Raven is quiet, pondering the answer.*

James Raven: I've got to say, it would be VERY satisfying to crack her with a steel chair...

Deana Barrows: So a hardcore match?

James Raven: No, no... weapons could even the playing field for her, honestly. Maybe something where Legacy can play a factor, and be there to join in the celebration.

Deana Barrows: Lumberjack match?

James Raven: Nah...

*James drifts off into a dream state, his eyes brightening and a smile forming on his face as he imagines something. Deana waits for him to speak.*

James Raven: I want to break her. I want to shred her joints and tear her limbs from her body. I want her to realize that everything I've said the past few months was true, and that we are not the same... and I want her to save herself. I want her to realize she's in over her head and beg for mercy, I want her to have to make the decision to give me her championship to preserve her health...

*Deana studies him carefully.*

Deana Barrows: What are you implying, James? Say the words...

James Raven: ... submission only...

*Deana slowly smiles as well, thinking about the pain that Lissie recently cost her.*

Deana Barrows: I think that sounds like a wonderful idea...

*Deana slowly turns, getting some paperwork together, as we go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: A submissions match?

Hood: Hey, that's pretty fair of Raven, considering that Hope has a few good submission finishers.

Rockwell: It's only fair if you leave out the fact that the referee will be in Deana's pocket!

Hood: Oh, please, it's not like she owns ALL of them...

Rockwell: She's the only owner left of the Barrows family, so YES, she owns ALL their contracts!

Hood: Ahhh... well, at least Hope will have something to fall back on when Raven wins the World Title...


Tag-Team Match
Sins of the Fathers (Xavier Lux & Marcus Ka'Derrion) (5-2) vs. S&M (Strangler & Masher) (0-0)

Minos: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall! The winners of this match will go on to face the tag team champions, Legacy in tonight's main event for the GCWA Tag Team Championship! Introducing first...

*The music plays and they walk to the ring ready to kick some ass, no thrills and no frills*

Minos: At a total combined weight of 590lbs...Strangler and Masher...S&M!!!

Rockwell: A high profile debut for Strangler and Masher.

Hood: Shortest entrance ever.

Rockwell: Yes, it may have been...if you eliminate the 'already in the ring' entrances.

Hood: For people who hate detailing entrances...these guys are likely their favorite team.

Minos: And, their opponents...

*The song "The End is the Beginning is the End" by Smashing Pumpkins begins to play, causing the fans to turn towards the entrance. After the 30 second intro, the following words appear on the screen...*

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...

*As those words fade and the song continues, "Sins of the Fathers" is now displayed on the big screen and the crowd, who by now has gotten to their feet, give a nice reaction as they see the newly formed tag team of Marcus Ka'Derrion and Xavier Lux come out from the back. They stand side by side in the entrance soaking it all in before giving a side fist bump to each other and making their way down to the ring. Their video package plays on the big screen, showing highlights of their in-ring debut at the Heat Wave Pay-Per-Vew.*

Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame
You can watch the world devoured in it's pain
Strange

*Marcus gives fans on either side of the ramp fist bumps but Xavier remains focused on the ring, ignoring the fans as they reach out. Once they hit the ring, Marcus climbs unto one of the corners and begins to play to the crowd, trying to get Xavier into it but he waves him off, going to the opposite corner where he awaits the start of the match.*

Minos: At a total combined weight of 445lbs...the team of Xavier Lux and GCWA Hall of Famer, "His Legacy" Marcus Ka'Derrion...Sins of the Fathers!!!

Rockwell: The blue-blooded duo of Lux and Ka'Derrion getting a third crack at tag team gold here tonight.

Hood: Whatever we just said about S&M's entrance...invert that into the total opposite and apply it to Xavier and Marcus.

Rockwell: Nothing wrong with an elongated entrance.

Hood: Am I sitting next to Dangerous Dan right now?

*Minos exits. Strangler starts things out for S&M. Lux and Marcus have a quick discussion before deciding on Xavier to give it a go. The bell sounds. The crowd is on their feet, excited for what is a more competitive than usual Inferno contest. Strangler lunges forward for a lock up...but Lux ducks! Strangler hurries to spin around, but he isn't quick enough...his lack of speed is rewarded with a few right hands by Xavier, staggering the big man against the ropes. Lux slices through Strangler's chest with a knife edged chop...he grabs Strangler's arm. Strangler goes through the motions of being whipped across the ring but, Xavier flips the script and tosses Strangler over with a deep arm drag! Strangler hits hard, arching his back in pain. The crowd pops*

Rockwell: Fast start for Lux. He definitely has the quickness advantage.

Hood: As well as the youth advantage, which...I guess anybody facing the NWO would enjoy.

Rockwell: Fans seem to be behind Sins of the Fathers tonight.

Hood: Well, I mean...can you blame them? They are facing a couple of sexual weirdos.

*Lux wastes no time...he rushes forward and drills Strangler in the back with a soccer-style kick!! Strangler rushes to his feet, out of instinct derived via pain. He turns around only to get snapmared over by Lux! Strangler is now seated, dazed. Xavier rushes into the ropes, he bounces off and delivers a sit out drop kick into Strangler's head, sending him flat on the mat. He hovers over for a quick pin, but Strangler kicks out before the ref can get into position*

Rockwell: Worth a shot.

Hood: Xavier keeps this pace up he's going to earn a win by default.

Rockwell: Default?

Hood: Yea, Strangler will keel over with a fuckin heart attack, giving Sins of the Fathers the win.

Rockwell: Let's hope that doesn't happen. We don't want literal death on Friday Night Inferno.

*Undeterred, Lux pulls Strangler to his feet. He lifts a sharp knee into Strangler's vulnerable gut before hooking him by the head and snapping him over with a snap suplex. Back on his feet, Xavier gives Strangler no reprieve, yanking him back to his feet again and whipping him into his team's corner. Lux backs up before charging forward, delivering a HUGE European uppercut underneath Strangler's chin! The big man's head flies back, a giant wad of spit ejecting through the air. Lux reaches out and tags in Marcus, to a good-sized pop from the crowd*

Rockwell: Lux has things started now it's time for the GCWA Hall of Famer to finish Strangler off.

Hood: You pulling for S&M or something?

Rockwell: Uh, no. I'm not pulling for anyone.

Hood: You keep saying things like 'finish Strangler off' and you'll give that team something to fight for.

*Marcus enters and reaches for Strangler. Strangler, out of desperation, throws a leg at Marcus. Marcus catches it! He drags a one-legged Strangler toward the middle of the ring...Strangler begs Marcus to let his leg go. Marcus spins to the mat, twisting Strangler's leg with a dragon screw leg whip!! Strangler reaches for his knee, grimacing in pain. Marcus pops back to his feet...he snares the injured leg and holds it perpendicular to the mat...he kicks at the back of the knee. Strangler, again, asks him to stop...he kicks again and again before dropping an elbow across the knee cap. He remains on the mat, holding onto the knee, locked in, twisting it*

Rockwell: Strangler is in bad shape...those knees have quite a bit of mileage on them.

Hood: You saying he's a giver?

Rockwell: Please. Can we not get sexual on commentary?

Hood: Kinda difficult when half of the people in this match are literally named S&M

Rockwell: Hey, it could stand for Socks and Mittens.

Hood: Shut the fuck up

*Marcus continues to wrench the knee. Strangler reaches forward, grabbing at the eyes and nose of Ka'Derrion. The ref leans in, warning Strangler to stop. He counts to five...before reaching five, Marcus releases the knee, choosing to save his eye socket. Holding onto his face, he reaches his feet. Masher reaches out, trying to grab him, but just misses - Marcus, unaware of the attempt. Ka'Derrion, regaining his vision, turns to Strangler, who is on one knee. Strangler reaches both feet and Marcus dives in, clipping the bad knee! Strangler tumbles to the mat, holding his knee in pain. Again, Marcus hooks the knee, torquing it, wrenching it, trying to dislocate it. He leans his head forward this time, avoiding any sort of ocular or olfactory damage*

Rockwell: It's not looking good for Strangler. His knee is LITERALLY being strangled.

Hood: Shitty pun. But, yea, I think it's time for Strangler to throw out that safe word. Does pineapple still work?

Rockwell: I don't think pineapple ever worked.

Hood: Kinda like on pizza...fuckin pineapple.

*Strangler is showing an extreme amount of pain tolerance...Marcus, trying to get a tap, begins to shake his head front and back, trying to increase the torque and pressure. In doing so, his long black hair flip backward, allowing Strangler the chance to grab it. Marcus yells. Again, the ref orders Strangler to let go...but he won't. The ref is forced to begin a five-count...right before five, Strangler yanks on Marcus' hair as hard as he can, causing the back of Ka'Derrion's head to hit the mat. Marcus releases the knee and rolls onto all fours before reaching his feet. He complains to the ref. But, the ref has nothing for him. Strangler snares the ref's attention, pointing toward his knee. Concern mounts over whether or not he can continue. The ref tells Marcus to back away, as he checks on the knee of Strangler*

Rockwell: We could see a ref stoppage.

Hood: That'd be kind of funny...S&M losing their first match due to experiencing too much pain. Would also kinda kill the gimmick.

Rockwell: They could always restructure. Re-evaluate. They could become Jehovah's Witness...selling religion door to door.

Hood: Somehow, I think that'd be worse.

*Frustrated, Marcus has no choice but to give the ref some time to look at the knee. He takes another step back...but this time, within reach of Masher! Masher snares Marcus by the hair and yanks him nearer...he then headbutts Marcus in the back of the head! He spins Marcus around and hops off the apron, raking Marcus' throat across the top rope!! Ka'Derrion falls back, onto the mat, holding his throat in pain. Masher hurries back to the apron...Strangler's knee suddenly feels better. He gives the ref a 'thumbs up'. The fans boo. The ref turns and sees Marcus on the ground. He asks Masher 'what's up with that?' Masher just shrugs. Strangler crawls forward and reaches out, tagging Masher into the mat. Strangler takes a seat on the apron, working his knee back and forth*

Rockwell: Oh come on! That's cheating!

Hood: You're really going to expect S&M to avoid fighting dirty?

Rockwell: Well, no. But I expected more from the ref.

Hood: Dude, there's a reason why every official around here is called 'ref'... it's so they can't be held accountable for their shitty work performance.

*Masher enters and yells "PAIN" for some reason. He rips Marcus from the mat...realizing he's about to get MASHED, Marcus tries to fight away, but Masher is too strong, engulfing Marcus in a bear hug before spinning around and planting all of his weight on the Hall of Famer with a belly-to-belly!! The entire ring shakes. Masher rises to one knee and stares down at Marcus...once again he yells "PAIN!"*

Rockwell: I don't know why he's yelling pain.

Hood: Nobody does. Just roll with it.

Rockwell: Is it because they enjoy pain?

Hood: Yea, probably. Who knows...all I know is that the son of Punisher is about to go through a PUNISHING experience.

Rockwell: Okay, your shitty pun just one-upped my shitty pun.

Hood: So many puns

*Marcus tries sitting up but Masher bashes him in the head with a double axe handle, sending the former GCWA Champion back to the mat. Masher returns to his feet and stomps around the ring...he pauses, looking at Lux. Xavier talks shit. Masher threatens to punch him. Xavier is ready...but Masher laughs and gives Lux the bird. Angered, Xavier moves to enter the ring...the ref rushes over, preventing it. Masher hurries toward Marcus and wraps both hands around his neck, choking the life out of Ka'Derrion. The fans scream at the ref to do something. Lux gets back on the apron and yells at the ref to pay attention. Finally, the ref does...but Masher lets go and returns to his feet. Marcus rolls onto his side, coughing, wheezing, holding his throat*

Rockwell: It's been a trying week for Marcus Ka'Derrion.

Hood: Yea, hospital food is no joke. So bad.

Rockwell: I'm not talking about the food. I'm talking about experiencing the near-death of a father figure in ICWF Color Commentator PACO. Rumor has it the experience in the hospital felt like an eternity to Marcus.

Hood: Paco? You mean the less funny version of ME?

Rockwell: Ha! You wish.

*Masher yanks Marcus from the mat and wraps a hand around his throat, bullying him into a neutral corner. The ref, again, yells for a release. Masher does, only to deliver a thrust punch into Ka'Derrion's throat! Marcus stumbles forward, coughing, holding his windpipe. He drops to one knee. Masher, standing behind him, delivers a THRUST kick to the back of Marcus' head. Ka'Derrion goes limp, falling to his side. Masher rolls him onto his back and makes a half-hearted cover. The ref slides in...1! 2! SHOULDER UP!*

Rockwell: It's been far from the embarrassment of riches Ka'Derrion expected upon rejoining GCWA but...a loss here would really, really feel like a dagger to the heart.

Hood: Yea, if he gets pinned by fucking Masher then I half expect Punisher to return in ghost form and whip his kid's ass.

Rockwell: What about Scorpion?

Hood: You see Lux in there getting his ass beat? I didn't think so. Just goes to show you that OCW Hall of Fame genetics are superior to GCWA Hall of Fame genetics.

Rockwell: You do realize who signs your checks, right?

Hood: Some dumb broad.

*Masher is quick to return to his feet. Marcus leans on his elbow and spots Xavier in the distance...so far away. Marcus reaches out for him, helplessly. Masher gives Ka'Derrion an arrogant kick to the head, playing with his food. Marcus flails onto his stomach. Masher grabs Marcus by the hair and methodically raises him...staring Marcus in the eyes, he places both hands around his head, looking to apply pressure...but Marcus responds, out of desperation by sneaking his head under Masher's chin and delivering a jaw breaker!!! The fans go wild!! Masher stumbles into the ropes, stunned, shaking his head, holding his jaw. Ka'Derrion rolls onto his stomach and spots Xavier. He begins the crawl*

Rockwell: Make the tag, Marcus!

Hood: Can't get arrogant, especially against a Hall of Famer. You'd think Masher might have learned his lesson after those two ignorant sluts stole him blind. Wait a minute...

Rockwell: What?

Hood: Stole him blind? Do you think Masher is blind? That's why he hasn't put Marcus away yet?

Rockwell: Pretty sure he isn't blind, Hood. If he were, he'd be the most capable blind man in history.

Hood: Second. Nobody was more capable than Blinkin.

*Marcus gets closer and closer...Masher focuses. He sees the advantage slipping away and charges forward...he leaps into the air and squashes Marcus into the mat with a Senton!! Lux pulls his arm back and rubs his hands over his bald head, frustrated. The fans let out a gasp of disappointment. Masher returns to his feet...he pulls Marcus up and bullies him into a neutral corner. He unloads a flurry of punches, slaps, and backhands. Its clear Masher is adopting his 'dom' personality at this moment, angry over Marcus disobeying the order of things.*

Rockwell: Well, it's looking really bleak for Sins of the Fathers. Masher is pissed off.

Hood: He regained his sight!

Rockwell: He was never blind to begin with.

Hood: Blind to the truth, Rockwell. Blind to the truth. He sees it now and the truth is that subs never win shit. DOMINATE, BIG MAN

*As if he hears Hood...Masher backs up...he measures Marcus up and charges forward, releasing a loud battle cry. But Marcus moves!!! Masher SLAMS into the corner!! The entire ring seems to shift. Marcus staggers forward and dives, tagging Lux back in! The crowd goes wild! Lux leaps over the top rope and rushes forward...he leaps behind Masher, hooks his legs around Masher's head and tosses him into the center of the ring with a Reverse Hurricanrana!! Masher lands on his ass...he wobbles before falling onto his back. Lux makes the cover! The ref slides in! 1! 2! KICK OUT!!*

Rockwell: Marcus made the tag! Lux is looking to fin...err...win this one!

Hood: Extreme astute usage of that mulligan, Rockwell.

Rockwell: More for the listener's benefit, really. The less sexual innuendos, the better.

Hood: True, they were victimized by TWO S&M promos this week.

*Undaunted, Lux stomps on Masher, keeping him down. He looks toward his partner, perhaps desiring a tag and double team. But, Marcus is laid out on the apron, gasping for air, trying to recover. Masher sits up...Lux throws a few soccer-style kicks into the barreled chest of Masher. Masher seizes up after each one. Xavier takes a few steps back before hustling forward with a Shining Wizard!! Masher collapses to his side. Lux, again, goes for a pin. The ref slides in. 1! 2! KICK OUT!*

Rockwell: Masher won't stay down.

Hood: Dude's gonna see more wear and tear than a soccer ball after a series of penalty kicks if this keeps up.

Rockwell: Solid futbol analogy.

Hood: Okay, let's not get carried away. It's called soccer.

*Back on his feet, Xavier again looks to his corner. Marcus is seated up, leaning against the bottom rope. He doesn't want to bother him or push him too hard, too soon. So, he stays on top of Masher. A few more soccer-style kicks into Masher's chest (who is seated up, again). This time, however, Masher seems to feed off them...he elevates after each one. Lux looks confused. He throws a roundhouse kick...but Masher, on his feet, catches his leg! Lux responds with a 10/10 impact enziguri!!! Masher drops to one knee before collapsing to his side. Desperate, Lux dives on him for a pin, feeling advantage slipping. The ref slides in. 1! KICK OUT!*

Rockwell: What is going on? Masher is getting STRONGER

Hood: Bruh, it's the pain. He's digging the pain!

Rockwell: Lux needs Marcus...NOW

Hood: Yea, Marcus should be just about healed up.

*Lux hurries to his feet. He stomps and stomps on Masher...but Masher laughs and rises, getting on one knee. Lux swings a side-kick into Masher's head. But Masher lets out kind of a roar, eyes wide, tongue out, staring into Lux's soul. Lux backs away. "Tag me!" Marcus yells. Lux turns around to tag Marcus...but, before he can, Ka'Derrion disappears (not to hell, this time). Lux looks down to find Strangler looking up, laughing. Masher snares Lux from behind and tosses him over, onto his head and neck with a Release German!! Strangler is seen hobbling around the ring, back to his team's corner with Marcus left behind, laid out on the floor*

Rockwell: Ka'Derrion has been laid out by Strangler! Lux has been laid out by Masher...this seems to be all but over.

Hood: Looks like Sins of the Fathers should have sold their souls for some tag team title wins.

Rockwell: Their fathers would roll over in their graves if that were the case.

Hood: Like they aren't doing that already.

*Masher rips Lux off the mat and hoists him over his shoulder...he backs into a corner before charging ahead and slamming Lux into the mat with a running power slam. He turns to his corner where Strangler is nodding, eyes wide and full of lust. Masher stands. He pulls Lux up and whips him into his team's corner. He charges in with a HUGE SPLASH! The ring shakes from impact. Strangler tags in. He uses the rope and wraps it around Lux's throat while Masher uses his large hands to help strangle Xavier. Xavier kicks his legs...but they slow. The ref rushes in...at the end of his five-count, he forces Masher and Strangler off of Lux. The damage is done, however. Lux drops to both knees before falling to the mat. Strangler enters*

Rockwell: Get Masher out of there, ref!

Hood: Why don't you go down there and do it, Rockwell?

Rockwell: Because my job is up here.

Hood: Spoken like a true play by play guy.

*Strangler snares Lux and lifts him up for a powerbomb. He stumbles a bit...that knee remaining unstable. But, he plants Lux in the center of the ring with a HUGE powerbomb! Masher begins to climb a corner. Strangler heads to one himself. The fans boo. They chant "MARCUS! MARCUS!" We get a shot of Ka'Derrion...he reaches his knees, grasping for the apron cloth for leverage. Masher reaches the top...he leaps off, showing surprising athleticism...he comes down HARD on Lux!!! How the mat survived that, we'll never know. He rolls out of the ring and points toward Strangler, who is standing at the top of the opposite corner, his knee struggling*

Rockwell: That knee, weakened by Marcus earlier, is giving him trouble.

Hood: Those Ka'Derrions...always playing the smart, long game.

Rockwell: That's what makes them so successful.

*Strangler finds his balance and leaps off! He comes down and CONNECTS!!! HUGE IMPACT!! Lux is flattened. Strangler reaches for his knee immediately after! He writhes around in pain, grasping at it. The ref rushes over to check on him*

Rockwell: They just completed the Bondage Bomb on Lux but...at what cost? That knee may have dislocated. Ligaments might be torn!

Hood: Yea, dude should have probably aimed a bit lower on that one. Like, maybe a regular ole leg drop.

Rockwell: Adrenaline gets flowing, people do crazy things.

Hood: Good news for the five or six S&M fans out there...Lux might be dead. So all that gimped up Strangler has to do is make a cover and it's game over.

Rockwell: You have to believe Legacy is watching this, already putting the champagne on ice.

Hood: Bruh, they had this shit won the minute it was announced. THEY ARE LEGACY

*Strangler slaps at his knee. Masher yells "FINISH HIM!" Strangler nods...he slowly crawls toward Lux. His knee dragging behind him. He throws a giant arm over Lux's sweat-soaked chest. The ref makes the count. 1! 2! 3...NO!! SHOULDER UP!!*

Rockwell: Lux avoided defeat! The heart of the son of a hall of famer!

Hood: Strangler took too fucking long. For fuck's sake, man, if you want to beat someone like Lux you gotta HUSTLE.

Rockwell: To be fair, his knee is in rough shape.

Hood: Excuses are for losers, Rock.

*Ka'Derrion is standing on the apron, cheering Lux on. He reaches out, trying to get Xavier's attention. Masher yells out at Strangler. Strangler, seated up, continues to reach for and mess with his knee. Lux looks over his shoulder at Marcus. He heads his way. Masher yells, "STOP HIM!" Strangler struggles to his feet. Masher grows anxious. He enters the ring. The fans scream and boo...they yell at the ref to do something but Masher just bruises past him toward Marcus. Marcus, though, dives through the ropes with a spear that takes Masher down!! The crowd pops!*

Rockwell: It's breaking down! Masher violating the rules once again...but this time he pays the price.

Hood: I would say ref is gonna get his pay docked but that would probably piss off all the other refs.

Rockwell: True. Do you think they just split one check that's made out to 'ref'?

Hood: Don't know. Don't care.

*Masher rolls out of the ring. Strangler finally wrangles Lux, who reaches an abandoned corner. Strangler grabs Lux around the waist and takes him near the center of the ring...he lifts him up for an Atomic drop...but his knee gives out!! He drops Lux, who staggers into a corner, safely. Marcus rises behind Strangler! The crowd gets on their feet. Marcus hoists the injured Strangler onto his shoulders!!! Lux turns, spotting the setup...he moves with purpose. He leaps onto the top rope, shaking off fatigue and pain. He leaps off and takes Strangler off of Marcus' shoulders with a Canadian Destroyer (The InSINerator)!!!! The crowd goes wild!! Lux leaps onto Strangler for the ring while Marcus rolls out of the ring to prevent Masher from returning. The ref slides in...the fans count along...1! 2! 3!!!! The bell rings*

Minos: Here are your winners...Xavier Lux and "His Legacy" Marcus Ka'Derrion...SINS OF THE FATHERS!!!

Rockwell: They did it! They withstood S&M!

Hood: That's one way to put it. But, what they did do, was assure another loss to Legacy.

Rockwell: Hey, at least they get that shot! HUGE win for Sins of the Fathers!

Hood: They looked good, not gonna lie. And, normally I'd say a team like this can't possibly lose 3 in a row to the same opponents...BUT...James Raven and Jackson Hart are just, pardon the fuckin pun, TOO SWEET.

Rockwell: I just hope these two warriors get enough rest to give it their best shot. That was a war.

Hood: No doubt.

*Marcus helps a fatigued Lux out of the ring. They have no further purpose with S&M, so they exit the ring and head up the ramp, their attention focused on hydration, recuperation, and a gameplan for what could be the biggest match of their careers*

Rockwell: Sins of the Fathers against Legacy, round three...and, for free!

Hood: Not to mention a week before the PPV. Fuckin Deana...classic woman just blowing through money like crazy. Jonathan would have capitalized on this and saved it for Darkness Falls.

Rockwell: I think it's great. And I, for one, cannot wait to see if Sins of the Fathers can FINALLY get over that Legacy hurdle.

Hood: Spoiler alert: they can't.

Rockwell: Let's take a much needed commercial break, folks! We'll be right back!







*We cut to a giant house situated in the middle of a massive ranch in the state of Texas. A circular, gravel driveway features an expensive sports car. Make and model are irrelevant. The top is down. John E Depth mans the wheel. Leaning back, he takes a hit off of Warrick's blunt. He coughs. Warrick chops him across the chest.*

Warrick Hill: Man the fuck up, bitch. Now's not the time to relax.

John E Depth: Nice house. Is it yours?

*Depth motions toward the opulent estate. Warrick laughs.*

Warrick Hill: Fuck no. You think I'd buy something gay like a home? Nah man, I'm transient. I like to move around...stay beneath the radar.

*Depth nods.*

Warrick Hill: This shit belongs to the man that's going to superkick your ass across the finish line.

John E Depth: Oh?

Warrick Hill: Mobley's conscience is fuckin with him right now. I know it is. So no doubt he's reached out to that asshole Dean to help prep Puffer for Darkness Falls. We gotta stay one step ahead.

*Warrick exits. Depth, unable to get a question in, follows. They reach the giant, wooden door and ring the bell. “Cocky” by Kid Rock plays within the house. The door pulls back revealing RICK MATHIS. He stares down at the two visitors.*

Warrick Hill; Yo, out of our way big man. We're here to see the ICON.

*A voice calls from within.*

Voice: Let them in, Rick.

*Warrick and Depth enter. The giant house provides a longer than usual walk into a living room where GCWA Hall of Famer, Lurrr has his legs kicked up, a beer in his hand, and the Texas A&M/South Carolina replay on his theater-sized flat screen.*

Lurrr: Take a seat. Have a beer.

*They do. Lurrr pounds back his beer and tosses it over his head. Mathis catches it, tossing it in the trash. Lurrr kicks at the coffee table that TOTALLY TIES THE ROOM TOGETHER...the top flips open, revealing a ton of ice and beer. He grabs one.*

Lurrr: So, porn guy...why the fuck should I help you?

John E Depth: Legacy.

*Lurrr nearly spits out his beer.*

Lurrr: Oh fuck no. Is he part of that gay ass group? If so, I'm out.

Warrick Hill: Nah, he misspoke. I think he's trying to be deep or something. Depth going deep, haha.

*Lurrr chuckles.*

John E Depth: What I meant to say was...a person to carry on your name. When people see me win championships, they'll know that you helped get me there.

*Lurrr is very dismissive of this pitch.*

Lurrr: Nah, that shit never mattered much to me. If it's not my waist that belt goes around then I really couldn't give two shits.

*Warrick and Depth sink down into the couch, thinking.*

John E Depth: A chance? If I lose this match my career is over.

Lurrr: And why in the hell would I care if your career comes to an end? I just met you five seconds ago.

*Depth appears disappointed.*

John E Depth: Was just kinda hoping, since Puffer is being trained by Dean, that you'd...

*Lurrr leans forward.*

Lurrr: What did you say?

John E Depth: ...Dean

*Lurrr glares at Depth. He chugs the beer in his hand and crushes the glass within his palm, causing blood to trickle down his palm, wrist, and forearm before dripping from his elbow.*

Lurrr: I'll fuckin do it.

*Depth looks at Warrick.*

Warrick Hill: Yea, a bit dramatic...but never underestimate the motivation of revenge.

*We cut away.*


GCWA World Tag-Team Titles Match
Sins of the Fathers (Xavier Lux & Marcus Ka'Derrion) (6-2) vs. Legacy (Jackson Hart & James Raven) (8-0)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening! This will be for the GCWA World Tag-Team Championships!!

*The crowd, although a little tired after the last match, still gives a good-sized cheer.*

Minos: First, the challengers... already in the ring... here are Xavier Lux and Marcus Ka'Derrion... The Sins of the Fathers!!

*Both Lux and Ka'Derrion look pretty tired as they are in their corner, talking strategy.*

Rockwell: Lux & Ka'Derrion got a big victory to get this shot, but you can tell S&M took a lot out of them...

Hood: ... I mean, S&M usually does...

Rockwell: Hood!

Hood: Okay, okay, I'll leave the sexual references alone from now on, I just couldn't help myself.

Rockwell: The fact remains, The Sins of the Fathers are once again at a major disadvantage, having to have wrestled before facing Hart & Raven. I honestly don't think they've ever gotten a clean shot at this team.

Hood: Well, life sucks that way sometimes. Prepare for another Legacy victory!

Minos: And now, the champions... weighing a combined 446 lbs... representing Legacy... here are the GCWA Tag-Team Champions of the World... "The King of Harts" Jackson Hart & "The People's GOAT" James Raven!!

*The opening riff of "It's Going Down" hits the arena speakers, sending the fans into a frenzy. At the 20 second mark, Jackson Hart, aka Jax, makes his way out from the back and stands at the entrance for a few seconds. The lights in the building then dim, the fans buzzing in their seats as they munch on overpriceed concessions and await what's coming next. After a few long moments of near silence, recognizable guitar riffs begin to blare over the sound system and drag the fans up to their feet.*

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

"NOW HERE WE GO FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME!"

*The crowd leap and dance in unison as "Bleed it Out" by Linkin Park plays and signals the arrival of The Peoples G.O.A.T., a small shower of silver and blue sparks spraying into the spotlights as James Raven steps through the curtain with an ear to ear grin.*

Rockwell: Go ahead, Hood.

Hood: Never... Gets... Old!!

*The lights in the building return to full blast as the spotlights and sparks disappear. Raven nods to Jax, and the two casually strut down to the ring, slapping some hands along the way. Jax slowly ascends the ring steps, slips in between the second and third rope and then stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed in the air forming an X. He then brings his arms down, stretching them outwards at his sides forming a cross with his arms and body. James, meanwhile, enters by leaping over the top rope from the apron into the ring. He makes his way to each of the four ring posts, standing on the middle rope to pose for the fans before dropping down into his corner.*

Rockwell: Hart & Raven took a journey this week, preparing for the match by going through the actions of Spartacus.

Hood: And it was damn amazing, a cinematic masterpiece...

Rockwell: I will agree to disagree... I don't know what they truly did to prepare for tonight's contest...

Hood: They did what they always did, and what's worked for them all along! Legacy is just so damn great!

*The referee calls Ka'Derrion & Lux over, telling them that he needs to check them again. Not surprisingly,. The Sins of the Fathers aren't happy with this, since they haven't left ringside. As the duo argues with the ref, though, Hart & Raven suddenly come in from behind, attacking both men!! The crowd boos as Hart & Raven team up to double clothesline Lux over the ropes, then turn to Ka'Derrion, kicking away at him in the corner! The referee looks around, then waves to the timekeeper to get things started. The bell rings, kicking us off!*

Rockwell: Oh, come on! You guys already had the advantage!

Hood: And now they're in even better shape! Xavier & Marcus should have been expecting this!

Rockwell: Expecting it and stopping it are two different things...

*Raven has control of Ka'Derrion now, punching away at him. As Ka'Derrion tries to fight back, Raven simply blocks the shots, then grabs Ka'Derrion by the head, dropping with a swinging neckbreaker!! Ka'Derrion's down, stunned, but Raven's not going for the cover. He turns and points to Hart, telling him to head onto the apron. Hart does so, waiting, as Raven hauls the hurting Ka'Derrion up. Hart then takes flight, springing over the ropes to land On Tilt (720 DDT)!!! Ka'Derrion could be out after that one, flat on his back, as Hart drops for the cover... 1... 2... and Lux comes leaping in, breaking up the count! He tries to punch away at Hart, but Raven grabs Lux from behind, hauling him up and pulling him backwards into a Guillotine Choke! The referee sits back, watching, as Hart gets back to his feet and lands a few cheap shots on Lux.*

Rockwell: Is the referee going to do his job and get these guys out of there?

Hood: Hey, it's the main event. We know refs give plenty of leeway in matches like this.

Rockwell: But he's not even warning Hart and Raven! It's like he doesn't care!

Hood: He's not saying much to Ka'Derrion or Lux either, Adrian, so don't worry about it...

*Hart and Raven have Lux up, launching him into the corner. Hart then races after him, hitting a sharp running kick across Lux's head!! Lux slumps in the corner, as Raven turns back to Ka'Derrion, pulling the Hall of Famer up. He smirks at Ka'Derrion, asking mockingly if he's okay before landing a quick lariat, putting Ka'Derrion on his back! Raven nods to Hart, then turns and heads back to the corner, climbing up himself. He waits for a moment, soaking in the negative reaction from the crowd, before taking a leap off the top and dropping onto Ka'Derrion with a flying elbow drop!! He covers... 1... 2... and Ka'Derrion kicks out! Raven looks at the referee for a moment, wanting him to count a little faster next time, before getting up.*

Rockwell: I knew this was going to be an uphill climb for Sins of the Fathers, but this is looking pretty bleak...

Hood: Yep, this is like climbing Mount Everest without oxygen... impossible, and you're likely to be buried trying to attempt it.

Rockwell: A sad analogy, but a good one...

*Lux tries to stand in the corner, reaching out, but Hart just rams into him with a running knee, buckling Lux over. Hart then casually shoves Lux through the ropes, sending him to the outside before turning back to Raven and Ka'Derrion. Once again, the ref doesn't seem to be showing any interest in stopping the double-team, as he stays back from the group. Raven brings the wounded Ka'Derrion back up, holding him, telling Hart to show off his stuff. Hart nods, heading to the nearby ropes and doing a handspring, coming back for the Hart Breaker (Handspring Cutter)!!! But Ka'Derrion suddenly shoves Raven off of him, then jumps forward, catching Hart on the way down and turning it into the modified backbreaker!!! Hart rolls away in pain, as a surprised Raven comes back to grab at Ka'Derrion, only to quickly get rolled up into a small package!!! The referee watches.... not moving.... as the crowd does a quick count themselves, with Raven kicking out eventually.*

Rockwell: The ref didn't even bother to count there!!

Hood: Well, of course he didn't!

Rockwell: Hood, for God's sake!

Hood: Hey, it's not my fault that Hart is the legal man!

Rockwell: ..... Raven has tried multiple covers on Ka'Derrion!!!

Hood: Yeah, but then they tagged, right? At some point?

Rockwell: Stop making stuff up!!

*Both wrestlers are up there, with Raven swinging away at Ka'Derrion, trying to slow him down. But Ka'Derrion reverses a shot, twisting into it to lift Raven up in the air with a snap cradle brainbuster!!! He ends up on top, making the cover, as once again the referee is just sitting patiently, not making a pin count. Ka'Derrion slowly sits up, looking over at the ref, knowing that this was how it would likely go. He pushes himself up, stumbling towards the ref, who raises his arms, saying that there's nothing he can do, and attacking him will just end the match. Ka'Derrion angrily grabs him anyway, even as Raven gets up painfully from behind, seeing Ka'Derrion's position. He runs forward, coming at Ka'Derrion with The Divebomb (Spear)!!!! But the ref's gasp gives it away, with Ka'Derrion desperately throwing himself to the side... with Raven running over the referee instead!!! The ref goes crashing down, rolling out of the ring, as Raven gets up. He doesn't look too concerned as he turns back to Ka'Derrion... who takes him down with a sidewalk slam!!!*

Hood: We need a new referee!

Rockwell: Preferably one not in the pocket of Deana Barrows!

Hood: Like that's going to happen...

*Ka'Derrion is up now, grabbing at Raven, determined to put the wrestler away. He sets Raven up, wanting to go for His Legacy (Crucifix Powerbomb)!! But Hart is back now, flying in with a springboard forearm to the back of the head!!! Ka'Derrion falls forward to the ground, stunned, as Hart helps Raven back up. The two men step in on Ka'Derrion, hauling him up, with Raven wanting to show that this one's over. He turns to the camera, saying "Are you watching, Lissie?" before grabbing hold of Ka'Derrion and applying The Ravenlock (Triangle Choke)!!!! Ka'Derrion desperately fights to get free, but there's no escape from the hold, as he's quickly being choked out as Hart stands over the two men, laughing.*

Hood: It's time to go night-night!

Rockwell: Ka'Derrion's fading fast, but at least the referee's gone, so he can't just call this one...

Hood: Someone get off your ass and get down there! We need a decision!

*Hart leans over Ka'Derrion, telling him just to relax and let the darkness take over. He smirks, not seeing that Xavier Lux is back on the apron! Lux, seeing what's going on, quickly leaps up onto the turnbuckle, bracing himself. He leaps off, flying down onto Hart from behind with a double stomp shot!! Hart gets sent crashing on top of the two men on the ground, breaking up the hold!! Ka'Derrion rolls to his side, motionless, as Raven fights to get himself up, wanting to recover. He starts to rise, but Lux leaps into a sharp kick to the head, sending Raven reeling away!! Hart then grabs Raven by the arm, pulling him towards him and sending Raven flying hard into the corner! Lux follows him in, nailing him with The Toxin (Dropkick to the jaw) that actually sends Raven toppling over the ropes to the outside!! The fans are cheering wildly as Lux fires up, turning back to where Hart is struggling to get up.*

Rockwell: Xavier Lux is showing the heart of a champion!

Hood: The only champion in there IS Hart!

Rockwell: For now, but we might be on the verge of a change!

Hood: Not without a ref, we're not!

*Hart gets up, striking back against Lux, with the two exchanging forearm shots. Hart gets the upper hand, thanks to a poke to the eye, blinding Lux. Hart then grabs hold of Lux's head, wanting to take him over with a belly-to-belly suplex! But as Hart starts to lift, Ka'Derrion grabs his leg from behind, having crawled over to it! Hart, off-balance, drops Lux back down, with Lux immediately reversing into a hurricanrana!! Hart's down, with Lux staggering to his feet. He nods to a hurting Ka'Derrion, turning and knocking Hart back into the corner. Lux then goes in after him, pulling Hart up onto the top. Raven, pulling himself up on the outside, sees what's going on and starts to climb onto the apron, but Ka'Derrion runs over with a sliding baseball kick, knocking Raven back down! Lux then comes off the top with Hart, landing The Cure (DVD from the top)!!! He gets on top... and the fans count along... which means nothing.*

Rockwell: Seriously, we need a ref out here!

Hood: That's what I've been saying!

Rockwell: I don't know what's taking so long!

*With Lux still laying on top of Hart, Ka'Derrion rolls to the outside, grabbing the referee that was injured earlier. He rolls the ref back in and comes in with him, grabbing at the ref's hand and slapping it against the mat once.... twice.... but before the third one can hit, Raven is back, kicking the referee's hand away from Ka'Derrion!! The ref rolls, awakened by the sudden pain in his wrist, writhing in agony! Lux, seeing this, jumps up and grabs hold of Raven, who spins... and lands The Flight of the Raven (RKO)!!!! Lux is out, laying on the mat, as Raven gets himself up, looking furious at what's been going down. He turns to Ka'Derrion, who goes on the attack, only for Raven to avoid it... and land a SECOND Flight of the Raven!!! The crowd is booing heavily as Raven gets to his feet, smirking.*

Rockwell: The #1 Contender is suddenly dominating!

Hood: As we all knew he would!

Rockwell: This one could really be over, if Raven hadn't just broken the ref's wrist!

Hood: ... Maybe it's just bruised...plus, he's got another hand to count with, doesn't he?

*Raven walks over to the referee, nudging him with his foot, telling the guy to get up and do his job. He then turns back, pulling Hart closer to him so that he can pin BOTH men! He holds them down each with one arm, waiting, but the referee has rolled back away, still hurting. Raven shakes his head, knowing that there's a lack of good help available. He starts to get up... and then...*

*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.*

I like when you get mad.

Rockwell: It's Lissie Hope!! The World Heavyweight Champion!!!

Hood: Damn, I thought she was banned from the building!! Security!!! We need security out here!!!

*Raven sets himself, expecting Hope to come rushing at him from a surprising angle. He looks around, checking on all sides... but as the music continues to play, Lissie Hope hasn't appeared.*

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

Rockwell: ... She hasn't come out!

Hood: Maybe security already grabbed her! Yes!

*Raven, still thrown off, turns and looks in the other direction, but again, there's no one there. He turns back, yelling for that music to cut if she's not coming out. Saying that she's just showing her true colors, Raven turns back and grabs hold of Ka'Derrion, pulling him up... and Ka'Derrion lands a boot to the gut, stunning Raven! He tries to shake it off, but suddenly Lux is back up, catching Raven with a Pele kick!! Raven staggers to the ropes, stunned, with Ka'Derrion rising up and grabbing him from behind, lifting him into the air... and landing the Punisher (Crucifix Powerbomb)!!!! Raven rolls away, as Ka'Derrion stays on his knees, looking heavily spent. Lux goes to help him up... only for Lux to get picked up from behind and spin around, with Hart landing the Royal Flush (Spin Out Powerbomb)!!!!*

Rockwell: Raven's down, but so is Xavier!!

Hood: Damn, that move's so impressive!! Now take out Ka'Derrion, Hart, and prove that you're not just the future, you're the present!!

*Ka'Derrion tries to get up to attack, but Hart meets him with a shot to the gut, followed by a quick DDT, putting Ka'Derrion on the mat! Hart then turns and stumbles over to Lux, wanting to finish things. He looks around for the referee, wondering what happened to him, since he missed a few of the shots the referee has taken. He shrugs and heads for the turnbuckle, climbing up and getting to the top, getting ready to fly. Suddenly, though, Hart's attention gets grabbed by the front...*

Hood: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?

Rockwell: Can it be??

*The fans rise to their feet, many of them recognizing the tune, as they see the man in the wheelchair come through the curtains. The roar goes up from the crowd as The Accelerator makes his way onto the stage!!*

Hood: What the hell is Ace doing here?? I thought he was still in the hospital!!

Rockwell: He must have checked himself out! Ace, the father of the GCWA, is back!!

*Hart looks out at The Accelerator, utterly confused by this development. He shakes his head and slowly comes back to face forward... as Ka'Derrion jumps up onto the turnbuckle with him!! Before Hart can react, Ka'Derrion nails him with a shot to the head, then sets and lifts, taking Hart off the top with a superplex!!! The crowd roars, even as the camera pans back to the Accelerator, who is nodding approvingly. He gestures to the man behind him, who steps around, showing off his red and black striped shirt. The man runs for the ring, even as Ka'Derrion works to get back up.*

Hood: What the hell is going on??

Rockwell: Remember, Ace and Punisher had a pretty good relationship back in the day, Hood! He's the main reason Ka'Derrion came back to the GCWA!

Hood: And who is that guy??

Rockwell: Judging by the stripes on the shirt, I'm saying that's a referee!

Hood: But... NO!!!

*The new referee slides into the ring, ready to go to work, as Raven starts to come back in. But Lux is suddenly there too, nailing Raven with a modified version of The Toxin, sending Raven flying from the ring once more!!! Lux then turns back to Ka'Derrion, nodding to him before heading up the turnbuckle. Ka'Derrion pulls all the energy together that he can, lifting Hart into the air on his shoulders. Hart, trying to wake up, suddenly realizes the jeopardy he's in, but there's nothing he can do as Lux comes flying into him with the InSINerator (Canadian Destroyer)!!! The new ref is in place as Ka'Derrion falls over to make the pin... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... and the NEW GCWA Tag-Team Champions of the World... Xavier Lux & Marcus Ka'Derrion... The Sins of the Fathers!!!

*The place erupts, even as Lux staggers over to Ka'Derrion, giving him a manly embrace. The titles are brought in, as the GCWA Arena has rarely been this loud.*

Hood: I don't believe it!!

Rockwell: It's a shocking development, Hood! But despite all the odds being against them, The Sins of the Fathers have done it! They've won the gold!!!

Hood: This is a travesty of justice!!! I demand a recount!!

Rockwell: This isn't a damn election!

Hood: Then I demand a do-over! Ace ruined this!

Rockwell: Not to mention Lissie Hope's music!

Hood: Where is that bitch??

Rockwell: Right behind you...

Hood: FUCK!

Rockwell: Just kidding, but she could have been, so watch your mouth...

Hood: Son of a...

We switch to a backstage shot, showing Deana Barrows angrily shoving against her desk. She knocks items off of it, furious, before ripping off her neck brace and throwing it aside. We go back to the ring.*

Rockwell: No one expected this result, especially not this close to the PPV!

Hood: Legacy will make this right, Adrian. They will stop this injustice!!

Rockwell: I guess we'll see, Hood!



*The red-striped referee hands over the titles to Marcus Ka'Derrion and Xavier Lux, with the two men happily raising them high overhead. As they do so, the crowd gives another roar, happy to have witnessed history. Suddenly, the speakers hit once more, as "Lowrider" by War begins to play.*

Hood: NOW what??

Rockwell: You know who this is, Hood! All of the ICWF fans know!

Hood: ...

*The cameras turn to the entrance, as one of the most infamous managers in history, Paco, walks out of the back!! The crowd starts up a "Paco" chant, excited, as he begins to make his way to the ring, giving high fives and salutes along the way to the fans. Ka'Derrion and Lux wearily lean on each other, watching, as Paco makes his way into the ring. He runs up, embracing both men, earning a new cheer from the crowd.*

Rockwell: Paco's been there for so much of Ka'Derrion's life, and now he's got a chance to share this special moment with them!

Hood: Stealing the spotlight as usual...

*Paco raises up the arms of both wrestlers, showing how great he's feeling at the moment. He lets go and turns to them, looking like he's almost fighting back tears. He points to the sky, with the audience starting up a "Punisher/Scorpion" chant in remembrance of two late, great stars of the past. Both Ka'Derrion and Lux join in the salute, nodding upwards.*

Rockwell: The legends of the past remembered, as the wrestlers now taking over the reins of the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles celebrate!

Hood: Damn, this is extremely upsetting...

Rockwell: We'll see you all at Darkness Falls!!

*The picture shifts to the back, where we see several wrestlers clustered around, seemingly celebrating what just happened. But a sledgehammer comes flying in, trashing the television screen and sending the younger wrestlers scrambling to get out of range. A group comes in after them... led by Dark Lord. The Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders laugh to themselves, before Dark Lord turns and grabs the camera.*

Dark Lord: You Sinners can celebrate, but the darkness will fall... sooner than you think.

*Dark Lord laughs and throws the camera aside. It shatters against the wall, and the picture cuts out.*


OOC: That gets us another GCWA Friday Night Inferno card in the books! And on Friday, too! Thanks to Dylan Thomas, Jack Puffer, and James Raven for each writing a match for tonight. Marcus Ka'Derrion was also going to write one, but the opener turned into what it did, so I went ahead and wrote it as well as the main event. Thanks to all the segment contributions as well!

I know this PPV has come up extremely quickly, thanks to the Thanksgiving holidays, so we're not quite booked in the matches yet. I'm willing to allow new matches to be agreed upon and added over the next two days, so that roleplaying can take place. For now, here's the show!

GCWA Presents - Darkness Falls!!

LIVE! Sunday, November 22nd, 2020

From the Bud Walton Arena, Fayetteville, Arkansas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Outcast(c) vs. Enforcer(c) vs. E.W. Montgomery, GCWA Unified X-Division Title/GCWA World Television Title Triple Threat Two Falls match (First pin gets X Division, Second Gets TV)

John E. Depth vs. Jack Puffer, Loser Leaves GCWA match

Sins of the Fathers (Marcus Ka'Derrion & Xavier Lux)(c) vs. The Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders, GCWA World Tag-Team Titles match

Main Event

Lissie Hope(c) vs. James Raven, GCWA World Heavyweight Title Submissions Match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, November 13th to Thursday, November 19th, giving you 7 days to post your roleplays. 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!