GCWA Friday Night Inferno



*Everyone survive the Thanksgiving holidays? Good. Everyone ready for the Christmas holidays? Also good. For now, though, just keep hanging in there and hopefully we'll all be making it to 2021 and get those sweet, sweet vaccines. Unless you don't want a vaccine right away, in which case, no pressure. Unless you're someone who wants to be pressured, then... well... figure it out yourself. I've got a show to run. Welcome back.*

*The picture opens up after the GCWA logo with a shot from Darkness Falls that's been floating around the Internet. It shows James Raven holding up the World Heavyweight Title, as Deana Barrows, Noah Jackson, Shawn Warstein, and Jackson Hart applaud behind him.*

Voice: At Darkness Falls, a new champion took his spot at the top of the GCWA mountain. He didn't climb the mountain. He was shuttled there, given his chance thanks to a departure. Darkness truly fell that night. And yet... there was still hope...

*The next image showed Mike Zybala bringing The Accelerator out onto the stage, with Ace talking to his daughter about the coronation ceremony. We also see them joined by E.W. Montgomery and Jack Puffer.*

Voice: The GCWA didn't go quietly into that dark night. It fought on. It found wrestlers willing to challenge a legacy...including one thought lost to all...

*The third image showed Mack O'Connor making his stunning return, heading for the ring. We then see shots of his battle with James Raven, including some near falls, with the last being broken up by Warstein. The chaos that followed can't adequately be shown in the still photos, but the attempt is still made.*

Voice: Now, with the Righteous Rumble around the corner, the battle is joined. The quest for glory in the GCWA is at an all-time high... and I, for one, am looking forward to what comes next for my beloved organization...

*The camera switches to a smiling Accelerator, sitting in his wheelchair. He sits forward, his arms brought up in front of him.*

The Accelerator: Let the war commence, boyos...

*Ace smiles, truly happy at the thought of what's to come. We see glowing embers appear all around the screen, as it's quickly turned into fire. 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, James Raven, shows off the World Title as the rest of Legacy stands behind him. The fury of the flames overtakes the champion, as he 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 crowd is excited to be back in the arena, cheering, as the camera pans over them. We head past them and go down to ringside to join Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: It's great to be back! Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the December beginning of Friday Night Inferno!

Hood: Man, I'm so glad that break's over. The football was lousy, the turkey was under-cooked, the whole week was miserable.

Rockwell: Damn, sorry to hear that, Hood. At least you get to have some violence here tonight! And two title matches as well!

Hood: That'll make me happy any day!

Rockwell: Tonight, Mike Zybala cashes in his title opportunity to take on North American Champion Shawn Warstein! And in our main event, Outcast defends the GCWA Unified X-Division Title against a worthy contender, Lucas "The Icon" Thames!

Hood: Talk about a great night, and we've got four other matches as well, including our World Champion in action!

Rockwell: Some will be happier than others with that match, but it's sure to be an exciting night!



*Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio begins playing and the crowd erupts as The Big Bifford walks out on stage and heads toward the ring.*

Rockwell: Hey, Biff's here!

Hood: HUGE POP!

*Bifford climbs in the ring and it is revealed that Earl the Popcorn Salesman and Kenny the Intern were, in fact, behind him the whole walk to the ring, but were eclipsed by the big man. Bifford stands in the ring with a microphone in hand.*

The Big Bifford: It's been a long time since I've been here in OCW and it's just great to be here..

*The crowd laughs at Bifford's mistake but still pop as Earl walks up and whispers in Bifford's ear. Bifford nods.*

The Big Bifford: GCWA!

*The crowd goes wild, spreading the Rona particles all around the building, as Bifford smirks at his own mistake.*

The Big Bifford: But Dean... or Ace... or whoever the hell is in charge here.. I'm back and I'm going to get my belt back... and in order to do that, I'm going to enter a match I've never been in... THE RIGHTEOUS RUMBLE..

*Earl walks up to Bifford and whispers to him again, however this time Bifford shakes his head.*

The Big Bifford: No in 2009 there was a man of similar build to me under a mask called The Big Canadian, but that was not me... that was someone else entirely.

*Kenny and Earl share a skeptical look as the crowd laughs and cheers for Bifford's antics.*

The Big Bifford: So this is what's going to happen.. I'm going to win the Righteous Rumble and then Derek the Mobley, I'm coming for you and for my GCWA World Heavyweight Title and I'm going to become a two time Champion...

*Earl looks at Kenny with an exhausted look and Kenny steps forward to whisper into Biff's ear this time.*

The Big Bifford: THREE TIME Champion!

*The crowd pops for the correct facts.*

The Big Bifford: So all of you who have already declared your intent to enter the Righteous Rumble, just consider dropping out now... because Santa Claus is comin' to town and I'm gonna throw your ass right over the top rope to hell. I know when you're sleeping, I know when you're awake. I know when you've been bad or good - so don't even bother showing up at the Rumble. It's mine to win, boys... and girls.. I think there are both wrestling here nowadays.

*Bifford reaches into his MAGICAL FLEECE and pulls out what appears to be a Twinkie. He just stands there in the ring eating it and the crowd begins chanting "THIS IS AWESOME!" sending Rona particles flying throughout the building.*

Rockwell: Bifford's in the rumble!

Hood: Biff's old, but I love these antics... dude is just stopping for a pastry break.

*Finishing the Twinkie, Bifford lifts the mic to his mouth again.*

The Big Bifford: But it's been a long break, so I need a little... warm up. So Dean? Ace? Whoever is the President of whatever organization this is... I have a bad memory these days... Give me a match next week.. Give me someone new - I don't want to warm up against Duce or The Lost Soul or Dangerous Dan.. and let me get back in shape so this Rumble is mine.

*Dropping the mic, Bifford's music begins to play again as he raises his arm victoriously to the crowd.*

Rockwell: So not only is Bifford back and in the Rumble, he'll be wrestling next week!

Hood: Always an entertaining event!

Rockwell: But we've got plenty of matches tonight to worry about, so let's get to them!


Singles Match
Raging Dead (0-0) vs. Xtreme (7-33-1)

Minos: The first match tonight is scheduled for one fall... coming out 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: Xtreme's therapy sessions may be over now...

Hood: Yep, I doubt his doctor will want to continue now that Xtreme's knocked him out.

Rockwell: So much for Xtreme getting better. Barry is going to be so disappointed.

Hood: Barry has plenty to worry about without throwing his brother in there. Give up on a lost cause, Barry!

Minos: His opponent...

*"Rage 25/8" by Z Mann Zilla starts to play and the fans go wild, not because of who is coming out... but because the song is so dope and fly... and such. The most destructive force on the planet bursts out from the backstage area. That's right... The Raging Dead! He huffs and puffs his way down the ramp, sporadically threatening to eat the fans along the way.*

Minos: Making his way to the ring... weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds... from Ozone Park, New York... THE RAGING DEAD!

*As the entire arena emits every emotion on the spectrum, the Whiteface Thriller slides into the ring and then meets up with a camera man, yelling incoherently about destruction or something. He then wanders aimlessly around the ring, somehow mentally preparing for the following match.*

Rockwell: Raging Dead may be the most controversial new wrestler we've had in quite some time. As far as we know, Raging Dead is... well... dead...

Hood: Yeah, I heard he died on PPV back in July. Hard to believe he's actually being let out of Hell to wrestle with us.

Rockwell: Even harder to believe that his sandwiches are so famous.

Hood: They looked pretty good, though. So did that Underworld Title.

Rockwell: Thinking of challenging for it, Hood?

Hood: Hell no.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So it's a man that loves pain vs. a man who loves dishing out pain!

Hood: A match made in... well...

Rockwell: Yeah, that phrase doesn't work here, does it? Let's see if Xtreme can survive!

*Raging Dead does a quick stretch in the corner, working out some kinks in his shoulders, before turning back to where Xtreme is impatiently waiting. Raging Dead walks over to him, grinning, studying the man. Xtreme taps his head, apparently telling Raging Dead to take a swing. Not one to ignore a request, Raging Dead rears back and nails him, causing Xtreme to stumble backwards. Xtreme comes back with a punch of his own, as Raging Dead's head gets snapped to the side. But Raging Dead comes right back against Xtreme, firing another punch, with the two men continuing to exchange shots. Xtreme seems to be enjoying himself, laughing as he comes back once more, but this time Raging Dead surprises him, blocking the punch and twisting into the Blackout (Half Nelson Face Buster)!! Xtreme kicks his feet on the mat, stunned, as Raging Dead gets back to his feet, looking none the worse for wear from the punches he just took.*

Rockwell: Xtreme is always willing to take punishment, not that it's helped his wrestling career...

Hood: He probably need to be careful, though, considering that Raging Dead said he was going to rip his head off and feed him to the eternal pit of Hell.

Rockwell: Yep, for most that's an idle threat. For this guy, I'm really not sure...

*Xtreme starts back up to his feet, shaking his head back and forth. It makes his hair go in all different directions, making him look even wilder than normal. He turns and faces Raging Dead, who's just been waiting for him. One quick kick later, and Raging Dead has Xtreme in position, snapping him down with Fatality (Double Underhook Impaler DDT)!!! Xtreme's down again, but Raging Dead doesn't go for the cover. He's back up, seemingly enjoying being back in the world of the living. He watches as Xtreme painfully rolls out of the ring, falling to the floor outside. Xtreme stays down there for a minute, trying to recover. Raging Dead shakes his head and opts to go out as well, hopping easily down off the apron. He grabs at Xtreme, pulling him up... and Xtreme swings the chair he brought with him from under the ring!! However, Raging Dead reacts instantly, catching the chair!! He kicks Xtreme again, doubling him over, and then hefts the chair before remembering that this is not a No Disqualification match, throwing it to the side instead.*

Hood: Damn, Xtreme nearly saved himself by getting DQ'ed!

Rockwell: I doubt Xtreme had any strategy. The guy just loves weapons.

Hood: Well, he's lucky he didn't have one used against him. Although then he'd be getting a better payday...

*As the ref continues his count, Raging Dead maneuvers behind the rising Xtreme. He then nails Xtreme in the back of the head, landing the Shockwave (Superkick)!!! Xtreme topples forward, with Raging Dead turning and rolling into the ring to stop the count. He then comes right back out, having earned ten extra seconds to work. He walks over to the downed Xtreme, reaching around him... and pulling up the mat outside the ring! The referee looks very concerned as he gets his count going again, wondering what's going to happen. Xtreme, always a glutton for punishment, slowly starts getting up again, looking dazed. Raging Dead says something to him, whispering, before then showing his power by lifting Xtreme up... and landing Dead Weight (Cradle Tombstone Piledriver) on the concrete floor!!!! Xtreme's shuddering on the ground as the ref immediately abandons his count, sliding out of the ring and hurrying over to the wrestler. Raging Dead stands back, waiting, as the referee shakes his head and signals for the bell, wanting this one over with.*

Minos: Here is your winner... via ref stoppage... Raging Dead!!

Rockwell: My God, did you see Xtreme's neck there??

Hood: Damn, Raging Dead might very well have sent Xtreme to Hell! And I'm sure he enjoyed the ride!

Rockwell: That was the most destructive finish I've seen in quite a while!

Hood: Can't blame the referee for ending it, really...

Rockwell: No, we need medical personnel there as fast as possible!

*A stretcher is already on the way down, as the medics push it down the aisle towards where Xtreme is still down. They start working on stabilizing Xtreme's neck. In the meantime, Raging Dead nods to the referee and walks off, content that he's done his job here tonight.*



*Raging Dead is celebrating his win as he heads up the ramp, when the lights go out. Hood shrieks. A moment passes before the lights come back on. The fans cheer as Mike Zybala is standing right in front of Raging Dead. The two men just stare at each other.*

Hood: God damn Zybala is gonna kill me with that stupid ghost trick! I thought he stopped! What the hell is he doing out here?

Rockwell: Maybe Zybala just wants to say hi? I know these two go way back. Maybe it's a friendly meeting?

*Zybala continues to stare at Raging Dead. He raises his arm and we notice that Zybala's holding something. It's a wrapped Subway sandwich. He hands it over to Dead with a sly smile on his face. The lights go out again. When they come back on, Raging Dead is alone, the sub in his hands the only evidence of Zybala. He laughs as he makes his way out of the arena.*

Hood: What the fuck did we just witness??

Rockwell: I have no clue. It feels like an inside joke that went stale years ago.

*The few fans that know the reference start up a Subway's chant as we head to break.*







*We cut to the back where we see GCWA grandeur reported Edward Jones standing by the Sins of the Father's locker-room. He knocks on the door and out steps not Marcus, not Xavier but their newly returned manager Paco "The Drinking Time Bomb" Perez. *

Jones: PACO! So Good to have you back in GCWA! It's been forever since I've seen you!

Paco: Do I know you ese?

Jones: Huh? Come on Paco, we go way back to ICWF, OCW.

Paco: No we don't.

Jones: Come on, Miller, Smith, we were all part of the crew remember?

Paco: I've never heard of those homos.

Jones: What? How can-

Paco: QUE QUIERES ESE?! I'm dealing with a situation right now!

Jones: *whimpering* um, OK, well, *ahem*, just wanted to get an update from the former tag team champions. We haven't heard from them since Darkness Falls and there is a lot of concern-.

Paco: Look Puto, there is no need for concern, I got this under control-

*Shouting is heard behind the door and Jones picks up on this, before Paco can react, Jones pushes past him and the camera man follows along. *

Jones: Excuse me senor...

*Inside we see both Marcus and Xavier, both decked in their street clothes, having a heated argument. *

Marcus: How many times do I need to tell you that it wasn't my fault?! I had to defend my father's honor!

Xavier: Since when do you care about your father's honor? You've been pissing and moaning about it since the day he died!

Marcus: Watch it X!

Xavier: All I'm saying is, and I can't believe I'm saying it because I'm the one that's supposed to have the anger issues; but had you controlled your emotions, we would have gone into the match clean and could have easily disposed of ALL of N.W.O.! But because of you and your stupid daddy issues, I got my brains bashed in and had to wrestle with a damn concussion that I had to keep to myself or else we would have simply forfeited the match and the titles!

Marcus: Look I'm sorry that happened, but even then we still had the match won had they not cheated!

Xavier: Of course they are going to cheat man, they are f'n "nefarious"! But salt to the eyes shouldn't keep you from kicking out, this ain't the 1990's man!

Marcus: Oh yeah? Let me throw some salt in your eyes and "see" how you like it!

*Paco gets in between the two of them before the shouting escalates into something else.*

Paco: Orale that's enough! We need to regroup meng!

Xavier: You're right Paco, that's enough. I'm done paying the price for Marcus. Whether it's being in his shadow, being considered his sidekick or getting my brains bashed in because he can't keep it together! I'm out!

*Xavier storms out of the room, shoving Jones out of the way right into the camera man, causing both to fall to the ground. The camera lays on its side and all we see as the feed comes to an end are Marcus' feet as he walks over to a chair, picking it up and slamming against the lockers. *

Rockwell: The Sins of the Fathers may have just broken up!!

Hood: Wow, what a strange turn of events, winning the titles, losing them, and now they're done? Crazy!

Rockwell: Paco will have to work fast if he wants to save this team!


Singles Match
Kylie Moore (0-0) vs. Memphis Belle (0-5)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 5'7" and weighing 140 lbs... proud to be labeled an American... accompanied by Aaron Warthog... here is Memphis Belle!!

*"Stars & Stripes Forever" begins playing. Memphis Belle comes out of the back with a good-sized cheer from the crowd, who seemingly approve of her recent romantic endeavors. She looks back to Aaron Warthog, who walks out with a large smile on his face. He picks Memphis Belle up on one shoulder and carries her easily down towards the ring, lifting her up onto the apron. Memphis Belle poses there a moment, and then drops into the splits, smiling at Warthog before sliding easily into the ring.*

Rockwell: The tag-team known as the Patriots could very well be over, considering how The Spruce Goose is taking Memphis' relationship with Aaron Warthog.

Hood: Love is very, very strange...

Rockwell: It can be very difficult to predict, that's for sure. But everything's been going Warthog's way since he got with Memphis, having a three-match winning streak at the moment. We'll see if that bleeds into Memphis' matches.

Minos: Her opponent... standing 5'5" and weighing 125 lbs... from Las Vegas, Nevada... making her GCWA debut... please welcome Kylie Moore!!

*"Cool for the Summer" by Demi Lovato hits the speakers, with Kylie Moore stepping out of the back with confidence. She makes her way down to the ring, nodding to the fans who recognize her and give the veteran wrestler a cheer, showing respect if nothing else.*

Rockwell: Moore is here as one of the representatives for Revolution1, but it looked like she and Sara Cross might be crossing paths sooner rather than later.

Hood: Both want to show the world what makes Revolution1 great, can't blame them for that.

Rockwell: Tonight, though, Moore needs to worry about her comeback, as she hasn't wrestled in around a year.

Hood: Please, with Moore's background, Memphis Belle doesn't stand a chance...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: The fans here in Dallas get to see a first-time bout! Will Memphis Belle impress in the singles ranks, or will Kylie Moore use her MMA background to destroy her?

Hood: I know where my bet would be...

*Memphis Belle gives Warthog one more kiss through the ropes, then comes upright, ready to go. She bounces towards Moore, full of enthusiasm. She reaches her arms out, wanting to lock up, with Moore just studying her for a moment, shaking her head at the patriotic outfit. Moore then steps forward, reaching for the lock-up... but then twisting, kneeing Memphis in the gut instead! Memphis leans over, coughing, as Moore quickly moves into position. She lifts Memphis up onto her shoulders for a moment, before snapping Memphis down with a Samoan drop!! Memphis rolls away, feeling 100 percent of that impact. Moore stays in a seated position, slapping her hands together as if cleaning off dust before starting to get to her feet. She moves over to where Memphis is trying to recover, stomping away on her, as Warthog anxiously watches from the outside.*

Rockwell: Moore took advantage of the opening there, and Memphis is paying for it!

Hood: Maybe Memphis will finally learn not to just trust everyone around her...

Rockwell: Sadly, in wrestling, you always have to be expecting the double-cross...

*Moore has pulled Memphis up now, locking her into place. She lifts, bringing Memphis over and down hard with a snap half-hatch suplex! Moore immediately springs herself back up, showing the crowd that she's still in tremendous shape. She points to them, making sure they remember it, before turning back to Memphis and grabbing at her leg, pulling Memphis into an ankle lock submission!! Memphis starts screaming, feeling ligaments being tortured into new positions. The ref moves in, asking Memphis if she wants to give up, but Memphis fights it off, not wanting to tap out with Warthog watching. She tries to lift herself up, but suddenly Moore has dropped the ankle, throwing Memphis off-balance. Before Memphis can recover, Moore steps over her back and turns it into a Camel Clutch submission, pulling back on Memphis' neck!! Memphis is struggling desperately, with very little options open to her now, as she begins to fade to the deliberate submission from Moore. However, before the ref can make a decision, checking on Memphis, Moore opts to drop this hold as well, letting Memphis flop forward.*

Rockwell: Moore is basically playing with Memphis Belle right now!

Hood: "The Boss Lady" is taking over! I like it!

Rockwell: I don't think Warthog is very happy, but there's not much he can do...

*Warthog is pacing back and forth outside the ring, looking like he'd like to intervene, but knowing that Memphis had told him not to get involved. He doesn't want to do anything to jeopardize the relationship, but it's got to be torture watching her take this beating. In the ring, Kylie Moore is back on her feet, bouncing off the ropes a few times, just as she did while training. She's enjoying the abuse she's dishing out, as she waits for Memphis to painfully try to get up. As soon as Memphis reaches her feet and turns, Moore steps in... nearly taking Memphis' head off with a standing superkick!! Memphis is down and possibly ripe for a pin at this point, but Moore isn't through. She pulls Memphis up and locks her into place beneath her, smiling for a second as she gestures a spinning motion to the crowd. Moore then takes Memphis over with Less Is Moore (Canadian Destroyer), spiking Memphis into the ground!!! The referee slides into place, waiting to make the count, as Moore slowly turns and makes the deliberate cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Kylie Moore!!

Rockwell: This one might make a few more people take notice of Moore's challenge in the Righteous Rumble...

Hood: For sure. She might be smaller than some of the competitors, but experience and skill go a long way in a match like this.

Rockwell: Not to mention stamina. Moore doesn't even look winded after this one. She told Memphis that she could literally go all night.

Hood: A sentiment I always enjoy in a beautiful woman...

Rockwell: She'd just kick your ass, Hood... and not in a way you'd like...

Hood: Hey!

*Moore glides out of the ring, seemingly wishing she had gotten more of a fight. Warthog is already in there, checking on Memphis, trying to help her recover. He lifts Memphis up in his arms, telling the ref that he's going to take her to the back. Suddenly, though, The Spruce Goose slides into the ring, hurrying over to them. Warthog, surprised, turns towards him, with Goose quickly taking Memphis Belle into his own arms. He glares at Warthog, as if blaming him for this, before turning and leaving the ring just as quickly as he came. Warthog, after shaking off a bit of astonishment, hurries after him as we cut away.*







*The camera fades back in from commercial break, and we are in a dressing room. The camera pans, and we see Mack O'Connor sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV as he sips on a beer. After several moments, the door opens. Mack jumps to his feet and raises his fists, ready for a fight. The camera quickly pans to the door, and the Accelerator slowly rolls through the door.*

The Accelerator: Relax, Mack. It's just me.

*Mack takes a breath, lowering his fists and sitting back on the couch.*

Mack: Apologies.

The Accelerator: No reason to apologize.

Mack: Still adjusting, ya know? Shit was a bit rough at Ely... Everything happened so fast, so it's still kinda fresh.

The Accelerator: You don't need to explain anything to me. I just wanted to come by, see how you were doing, and see if you needed anything.

Mack: I think I'm okay at the moment. Like I said, still just adjusting.

*Mack looks up at the Accelerator*

Mack: Also still trying to figure out why you sprung me.

*The Accelerator smiles*

The Accelerator: Well, it did take some work. I had to talk to the right people, kiss the right asses, and...

Mack: I didn't say "how." I said "why." I'm wondering why.

The Accelerator: Well, Mack, your previous contract obviously had the stipulation that you would be an official employee of GCWA as long as you continued winning. As soon as you lost, you were obligated to return to your prison sentence.

Mack: Yes, I recall.

The Accelerator: In my children's haste to get you out of the company, another small stipulation was overlooked... That stipulation was that if you were to earn any gold, you were entitled to a rematch for that gold. They never gave you that option. So now I'm granting it to you.

*Mack smiles.*

Mack: Once again... I'm asking why. Why are you doing this for me?

The Accelerator: I suppose I could say it's out of revenge towards my daughter. Or I could say that I've chosen you to destroy this Legacy that's taken over my fed. I wouldn't mind any of that happening, of course. But if I'm being honest, in my view, it's always about having the most worthy competitors facing off in the ring. You deserved your rematch, you were owed it, and I'm making sure that it happens.

*Mack nods, understanding.*

Mack: Well, I'll do my best, sir.

The Accelerator: That's all I ask, boyo.

*Ace gives Mack another smile and turns, maneuvering himself back out of the room as Mack settles in once more. We return to ringside.*

Hood: So Ace admitted it, he sprung Mack from prison to mess with Deana!

Rockwell: He did no such thing, Hood. It's all about the spirit of competition for him!

Hood: Yeah, but there are ulterior motives... the jerk, he didn't interfere with his son, but now he's messing up his daughter? That's just wrong.

Rockwell: You and I see things completely differently, Hood, and that's not exactly anything new...


Tag-Team Match
Betsy Granger & James Raven (0-0) vs. Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning) (0-11)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... coming down the aisle... weighing a combined 420 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... here are Thunder & Lightning... Wrath of the Storm!!

*"Riding The Storm Out" by REO Speedwagon leads out Thunder and Lightning to the ring. Thunder lets out a loud yell that echoes throughout the arena. Lightning scoots his feet on the way out, before moving his fingers to show a spark (nothing is seen). The two men strike a few poses before making their way down.*

Rockwell: Apparently Thunder & Lightning might be getting new sponsors.

Hood: Who in their right mind would want to sponsor them?

Rockwell: I don't know, as we never found out the person that was talking to them. I heard the video was actually blocked from being aired. I guess the person values their privacy.

Hood: Have they done anything for Wrath of the Storm yet? I mean... everything looks the same, and if it's one thing they could probably use, it's new outfits.

Rockwell: We'll have to see in the coming year if anything changes.

Minos: Their opponents... weighing a combined 355 lbs... representing Legacy... here are Betsy "Il viadante" Granger and the GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, "The People's G.O.A.T. James Raven!!

*A single spotlight hits the stage as Fame on Fire's cover of "Blinding Lights" begins its first few beats. As the band kicks in, Betsy Granger hits the stage with her signature dab before skipping down the ramp to the beat of the song. She stops at the bottom of the ramp, looking back behind her as the lights behind her dim. A light fog creeps out from behind the curtain, as silver and blue spotlights start swirling together at the top of the stage.*

"NOW HERE WE GO FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME!"

*The crowd boos 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. The lights in the building return full blast as the spotlights and sparks disappear. Raven joins Granger and they make their way slowly down to the ring. They enter, with Raven climbing the turnbuckle and showing off the World Title before coming back down.*

Hood: Betsy has been looking forward to teaming with James somewhere, and they're finally getting their chance tonight! Just wish it was against a better team...

Rockwell: Granger had an amazing contest at XWF High Stakes recently, almost winning the Shooting Star championship there only to have the champ survive after a tap-out. You have to think that's got her wanting to break these wrestlers here tonight.

Hood: Frankly, she could just sit back and watch Raven dominate both of these fools, but that's not how she wrestles...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: And here we go!

Hood: Thunder & Lightning should have used some of that sponsorship money to get stunt doubles...

*Thunder is in the ring first, nodding to Lightning, who takes up position on the apron. Raven looks like he wants to get things started on his team, although Granger wants to fight as well. Thunder, sensing an opportunity, immediately calls out Granger, saying that Raven should let her fight. Raven looks at her questioningly, with Granger not backing down, so he shrugs and steps through the ropes. Grinning, Thunder comes forward, knowing that he's got a large size advantage. He lets loose his Thunder Roar (yell) right at Granger, trying to intimidate her at least. But Granger immediately attacks, leaping up and spiking Thunder with Plante de Visage (Hurricanrana Driver)!!! Thunder is down, as Lightning's jaw drops in sthock.*

Hood: That echoed more than Thunder's scream!

Rockwell: I think Thunder's regretting calling Betsy out now...

*Thunder struggles to get up, having at least only landed on his head. But Granger is already coming at him again, this time giving him the Galactic Advantage (Snapmare Driver)!!! She drops onto Thunder, making the cover, as the referee makes the count... 1... 2... and Thunder somehow, for some reason, kicks out. Granger gets up, immediately pulling the larger wrestler up, intent on settling a score with the wrestling business. But Thunder suddenly pushes her off, stumbling backwards and falling into the corner, accidentally bumping into Lightning to cause the tag. Lightning, a little spooked, slowly comes through the ropes, looking at Granger... and then points over at Raven, wanting to call out the World Champion instead.*

Hood: What, Lightning thinks it'll be better against Raven??

Rockwell: I think Betsy's made an impression...

Hood: The smart move would have been just to run away and get counted out.

*Granger walks over to Raven, who's more than happy to come in against this team. She tags him in, bringing the World Champion into the ring. Lightning walks towards him, looking more and more nervous the closer he gets. He turns to the referee, asking if he checked Raven for weapons. The ref just raises his eyebrows, making no move towards the champ. Lightning sighs and turns back... and takes the F.Y.S. (Superkick) to the face!!! Lightning's down, with Raven immediately moving over towards the turnbuckle. He goes up top, positioning himself, as Granger looks on appreciatively. Raven takes flight, snapping himself around to land the Ravensault (Top-Rope Springboard Moonsault)!!!* Lightning's not moving, as the ref comes in... 1... 2... but Raven sits up, shaking his head and breaking the pin.*

Rockwell: I thought it was over there...

Hood: Yeah, I don't get it. Lightning wasn't getting up from the Ravensault.

Rockwell: I guess Raven thinks that's too quick.

*Raven is back to his feet, looking over towards Granger. He walks over and gives her the tag, helping her into the ring and exchanging a quick kiss. Granger smiles, glad to be back in, still having some energy to burn. Lightning is trying to sit up now, dazed, as Granger walks over to him. She stops, doing a signature dab his direction, although Lightning doesn't see it. Thunder does, and starts to come into the ring, but Raven is already there, catching Thunder on the way in with The Flight of the Raven (RKO)!! Thunder's out, even as Granger twists Lightning around, applying Tuez les etoiles (Indian Deathlock surfbaord))!!! Raven goes ahead and puts Thunder into The Ravenlock (Triangle Choke) next to them!! Both Thunder and Lightning are immediately tapping frantically, as the ref signals for the bell.*

Minos: Here are your winners... Betsy Granger and James Raven!!

Rockwell: As expected, Granger & Raven were just too strong for Wrath of the Storm...

Hood: Maybe the sponsorship will get those two into a different sport. Maybe bowling? I don't know, but it's not wrestling...

Rockwell: A dominating win for the duo, with Granger definitely looking like she belongs in the ring next to the World Champion.

*Granger and Raven get close again, smiling at each other, as the referee brings the World Title over to Raven. They leave the ring, as Thunder & Lightning both stay down in the ring, aching. We jump away.*



*The video cuts to the back, bringing us to Deana Barrows' office. She's still on her own, as she hasn't made space for the Accelerator yet. After all, Ace seems content for just watching from another suite, rather than being in on the hard work that Deana has to do by herself now. She sighs as the door opens, bringing in Aaron Warthog.*

Deana Barrows: You could have knocked, you know...

Aaron Warthog: Oh... uh...

*Warthog immediately turns and leaves the office. Deana, in disbelief, waits as she eventually hears a quiet knock on the door. She shakes her head, thinking how she has to work with these people.*

Deana Barrows: ... Enter.

*Aaron Warthog walks in again, this time moving to the side, not thinking he should get too close due to social distancing. Deana stares at him, waiting for him to say what he came to say.*

Aaron Warthog: Hi, boss. Ummm, first off, I wanted you to know that Memphis is doing just fine and we aren't going to need to take her to the hospital even to check her.

Deana Barrows: That's good to hear. The hospitals around here seem to be charging more lately for some reason.

Aaron Warthog: Second, I want my chance to get some revenge for her, so I want in.

Deana Barrows: You want a match with Kylie Moore?

Aaron Warthog: No, well, maybe, but I'm talking about the Righteous Rumble. I'm going to take 29 wrestlers and throw them over the top rope, to prove that my winning streak is no fluke!

*Deana stares at Warthog, who looks extremely proud of his announcement.*

Deana Barrows: Aaron... the Rumble was booked weeks ago now. There are no spots left.

Aaron Warthog: Once the Stampede starts rolling, no one in there will be able to... able to... what?

Deana Barrows: I'm sorry, Aaron. But you can't be in the Rumble.

Aaron Warthog: But... but my winning streak!

Deana Barrows: There's nothing I can do, my hands are tied. Maybe you should speak with my father.

*Deana turns away, going back to work, as Warthog, dejected, turns and leaves the room. We slowly fade to commercial.*







*We switch to a darkened room that is only lightly illuminated by a solitary candle. Though we do not see the candle as the camera is solely focussed on a picture that is taped to a mirror. A picture of none other than Michael B. Jordan. A voice echoes throughout the arena.*

"This thief has given me nothing but pain. He's stolen my livelihood, he's taken my will to live and worst of all, he's erased the greatest ass from the public's eyes."

*A hand comes into view as it grabs the picture of Michael B. Jordan and rips it off of the mirror. The camera zooms out, still looking at the mirror as the ex-crowned Sexiest Man On Earth, PerZag, comes into view in all his naked glory. Don't worry parents and children, you cannot see his dong.*

"But, no longer. The greatest ass is back. And as I fight to regain my Sexiest Man On Earth title back from that no good uggo, I will be returning to the ring, but.........."

*PerZag starts rubbing his chin.*

"........ I guess I'm going to have to be........... RIGHTEOUS!!!!"

*PerZag drops his hand down from his chin and turns around giving everybody a view of The Greatest Ass.*

"Now, where is my wrestling gear?"

*As PerZag searches around the room for his wrestling gear, the show continues.*

Rockwell: And now PerZag is back!! The legends are coming out for the Righteous Rumble!!

Hood: Man, I'm always a fan of PerZag's, but after the way things ended last time, man, I hope he's coming to play...

Rockwell: PerZag has always been a dangerous opponent, and I wouldn't rule him out at all as a favorite in the Rumble.

Hood: How many favorites can we have?? The whole card is stacked at this point!


GCWA North American Title Match
Shawn Warstein(c) (11-1) vs. Mike Zybala (12-11)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... and will be for the GCWA North American Title!

*The crowd gives a good-sized pop at the announcement, knowing this could be a huge match.*

Minos: First, the challenger... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Buffalo, New York... he is a former GCWA Unified X-Division & World Tag-Team Champion, as well as the owner of Outsiders Wrestling... here is Mike Zybala!!

*"Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. leads the way out for Zybala, who walks to the front of the stage, smiling at everyone. The wrestler has a large pillow under one arm, while carrying Sleepy Time Mike Zybala action figure in the other hand. It's the action figure that he tosses to a lucky young fan in the audience, giving the kid an early Christmas present. Zybala gives them a nod, then teases the lights going out, making them flicker before laughing and moving down the ramp and towards the ring.*

Rockwell: Zybala has had some ups and downs in the GCWA lately, possibly due to his relationship with former co-owner Jonathan Barrows.

Hood: I'm really pulling for him to have a few more downs in the near future, especially tonight.

Rockwell: Still, since Zybala willingly allowed Aaron Warthog to pin him, he earned this title shot, choosing to take on Shawn Warstein...

Hood: I never thought of Zybala as suicidal until tonight. Maybe Warstein will fulfill his wish!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 234 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... representing Legacy... here is the GCWA North American Champion... Shawn Warstein!!

*Warstein stomps out of the back as "Centuries Remix" by Fallout Boy feat. Juicy J comes over the speakers. He holds the North American Title over his head as he marches to the ring, clearly in the mood to fight tonight. He slides in, glaring at Zybala for a moment before turning and climbing up the turnbuckle, raising the belt up as the crowd boos him, not wanting to cheer anything that has to do with Legacy.*

Hood: Rumor has it Warstein was pretty sore in not getting to defend the title a few weeks ago at Darkness Falls.

Rockwell: Understandable, although sometimes you can't help circumstances. Still, tonight, Warstein's got a pretty tough test.

Hood: I just hope he takes his time dismantling Zybala. Anything he can do to get Zybala closer to retirement, I'm here for!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So are you planning on buying a Sleepy Time Zybala plushy wrestling buddy for Christmas, Hood?

Hood: Hell no.

Rockwell: I hope you're not interested in the Sleepy Time Zybala body pillow...

Hood: I honestly can't think of anything more horrifying at the moment...

*The referee holds the North American Title for all the GCWA Arena to see before turning away and handing it off. Warstein makes sure they take good care of his gold before he walks forward towards a still-grinning Zybala. He notes that Zybala's still carrying the pillow, and turns to the ref, asking if he bothered to do his job and check the pillow for weapons. Zybala shakes the pillow up and down, as if not believing that the champ thinks there's anything inside the case other than, well, a pillow. The ref still obediently comes over and checks it, taking it from Zybala... as Warstein comes in above the ref, striking at Zybala with a cheap shot!! Zybala stumbles back to the ropes, as Warstein smirks, feeling good about getting in the first shot. Zybala, though, comes off the ropes and charges right back, spinning into Disrespect (360 clockwise spin into a backhanded slap to the face)!!! Warstein takes a few steps back, looking shocked that he was just slapped. Zybala sets himself, telling Warstein that he can play that game too, as the crowd cheers the slap.*

Hood: He... he just disrespected Shawn!!

Rockwell: Somehow I don't think the champ is going to take that very well...

Hood: Get him, Warstein!!

*After a few more seconds of disbelief, Warstein finally comes after Zybala, grabbing at him, only to have Zybala do a quick roll away, followed by sliding out of the ring! Warstein, furious, follows Zybala out, throwing caution to the wind as he begins to chase Zybala around the ring. Zybala has the grin back on his face as he slides back into the ring and runs to the ropes, returning with a flying clothesline to catch Warstein as he finishes coming through the ropes!! Zybala quickly dives onto Warstein, grabbing at the legs... 1.... 2.... and Warstein is able to kick out in time! Both wrestlers jump up, with Zybala quickly using Warstein's own momentum against him with a hip toss, then a second one, before Warstein finally rolls himself out of the ring to get his bearings back! The fans are cheering wildly for Zybala as he gets up on the turnbuckle, pointing to the crowd before flashing a salute at Warstein, waiting for the champ to get back into the ring.*

Rockwell: There are few wrestlers that can throw you off your game more than Zybala can...

Hood: Why is the crowd behind him? Warstein's the obvious star here!

Rockwell: Well, the star needed a few moments to pull himself back together...

*Zybala is still sitting lightly on the turnbuckle, waiting, as the ref has continued his count. Warstein, for his part, wisely takes as much time as he can before finally getting up on the apron and stepping through the ropes. He still looks pissed, but has gotten his anger under control, even as Zybala hops down from the turnbuckle and comes over to meet him. Warstein curses at Zybala, wanting to know if that's how it's going to be, with Zybala shrugging his shoulders. The two go to lock up, but Warstein turns it into an eye rake, blinding his opponent! The ref admonishes Warstein, but he doesn't care, as he grabs at the struggling Zybala and lifts him quickly into the air, before running forward and giving him a buckle bomb into the corner!! Zybala slumps there, hurt, as Warstein stays on the attack, pounding away on the wrestler in the corner. He won't let up, throwing forearms until the ref very nearly counts to 5, ordering Warstein back. The champion only backs off for a moment, raising his hands to the ref, before turning back and smashing Zybala with a knee, continuing the assault.*

Hood: Why Zybala wanted Warstein mad, I'll never understand... but I'm thankful!

Rockwell: You can definitely tell that the North American champion now wants his opponent to suffer tonight, as much as possible...

*The referee talks to Warstein again, but Warstein tells him to back off and remember who's paying his salary. The ref doesn't look too pleased, but steps back anyway as Warstein drags Zybala out of the corner. He shoots Zybala into the ropes and catches him on his return, spinning Zybala around for a powerful spinebuster! Warstein manages to stay on top, maneuvering into a pinfall... 1.. 2.. and Zybala kicks out, staying alive. Warstein gets up, shaking his head at Zybala having the gall not to just take the pin like he did to Warthog. He paintbrushes the back of Zybala's head, telling him to just lay on his pillow and get it over with. Zybala, though, starts to get up, with Warstein smirking at the effort. He pulls Zybala in, apparently going for the Ego Trip (Future Shock DDT)!! But Zybala shoves forward, sending a startled Warstein crashing backwards into the corner!! Warstein winces, rubbing his back while coming out of the corner. But Zybala turns and takes him down with a Russian Leg Sweep, planting Warstein in the ring before rolling to the side to catch his breath.*

Rockwell: You can never count out Mike Zybala.

Hood: I'm sure I've seen him counted out before...

Rockwell: I meant his heart, Hood. The man never stops fighting!

Hood: He's not fighting right now, he's just laying there breathing...

Rockwell: Damn it, Hood...

*Slowly, Warstein pulls himself up using the ropes, rubbing his forehead where he landed from the leg sweep. He turns, seeing Zybala still getting up, and comes in after him, grabbing Zybala by the shoulders. But Zybala shrugs off the grip, snapping Warstein's head back with a combination of punches! Warstein raises his arms up for protection, but this allows Zybala to stomp down on his foot, causing Warstein to hop away, his toes now killing him. As Warstein turns back, still hobbled, Zybala leaps up and lands a perfect dropkick, knocking Warstein onto his back! Zybala then quickly heads to the turnbuckle, feeling the adrenaline powering him up. He doesn't waste time, immediately leaping off the top with a moonsault, flying backwards onto Warstein and landing it perfectly!! He grabs the legs, trying to hang on as the ref (and the crowd) count along... 1.... 2.... and Warstein kicks out in time! Zybala gives a quick glance to the referee before getting himself up, plotting his next move.*

Rockwell: You think this ref is going to act the same as recent refs in Legacy matches? That count seemed to slow down a little for me.

Hood: Don't start building up more conspiracy theories, there are enough out there already.

Rockwell: I just want this to be a clean contest, no matter who comes out on top.

Hood: If Zybala wins, I can guarantee the match didn't end clean. It'd be dirty as the dumpster behind our Red Robin restaurant!

*Warstein has worked his way up now, only to get nailed by a series of strong style kicks to his legs from the challenger. Warstein staggers over to the ropes, gathering hold and telling the ref to make Zybala back off. The ref relays the message to Zybala, who doesn't seem too interested to follow those instructions. He grabs at Warstein, but Warstein catches him with a backhanded elbow shot, staggering the man. Warstein then turns and takes Zybala over with a belly-to-belly suplex, planting the wrestler before making the cover... 1.. 2.. and Zybala is barely able to kick out in time! Warstein sits up, wincing slightly as he glares at the referee. He gets up, turning away from Zybala to tell the ref to count faster after this next move. He then turns and runs towards Zybala, going for the King's Crown (Kinshasa)!! But Zybala avoids the kick, managing to roll into Warstein's standing leg and causing him to do a flip, landing on the mat! Zybala then gets up, setting himself as Warstein rises again, coming in at him for a Superkick!! But Warstein catches the leg and pulls it towards him, lifting Zybala up into a fireman's carry! He spins Zybala round, possibly going for a Death Valley Driver as Zybala desperately fights... kicking his legs right into the referee, who falls backwards to the mat, not moving!!*

Rockwell: Uh oh! Ref down!

Hood: These guys have GOT to learn to duck!

Rockwell: It's not stopping either of our wrestlers, though, as they're content to keep battering away at each other whether there can be a finish or not!

*An attendant checks on the downed referee, trying to rouse him, as Zybala has managed to come off of Warstein's shoulders an lands a jawbreaker, snapping Warstein away from him. Zybala rubs his head before getting up, turning towards Warstein and coming after him. But Warstein surprises him with the PPF (Short knee to the face, straight elbow, spinning back elbow), sending Zybala reeling!! Warstein shakes his head clear, angrily coming back towards Zybala, smashing him with a running corner big boot!! Zybala sags in the corner, as Warstein takes a few deep breaths before pulling the wrestler back out. He lifts Zybala up, delivering a release German suplex! Zybala's down, as Warstein scrambles over and makes the cover... but the ref is still down, so nothing happens. Warstein shakes his head at the display of 'laziness', getting up and moving towards him... only to stop, as "Sunday Morning After" by Amanda Marshall hits the speakers!!*

Hood: Who the fuck?

Rockwell: If you watched Dystopia a few weeks back, you'd know, Hood!

Hood: Holy shit, this guy is still alive after what Warstein did to him??

*Warstein hangs onto the top rope, looking on with both shock and fury as a wrestler in a white full bodysuit with a red cross walks out carrying a sign that reads "Sunday Night Inferno"!! He walks down the ramp, carrying the sign upright, although he's clearly still trying to recover from the destruction Warstein dished out to him. Warstein calls to him, telling him to bring it on, wanting to remove "Sunday" from the equation once and for all. Behind Warstein, though, Zybala struggles back to his feet!! The crowd starts to roar, alerting Warstein that something's wrong. He turns, quickly trying a clothesline, but Zybala ducks under it, then catches Warstein from behind, lifting him up and landing The Sound of Silence (Reverse Go To Sleep)!!! The crowd is losing it as Zybala falls onto the cover, holding on, but the GCWA referee is still down. The masked man known as Sunday, though, runs down and awkwardly slides into the ring, managing to slap the mat as quickly as possible... 1.. 2.. 3!!!!*

Hood: No!! It can't be!!

Rockwell: Whoa, did Zybala just win the...

Hood: Don't even say it! It's not true!

Rockwell: I'm honestly not sure, Hood!

*Sunday holds up Zybala's arm, as the crowd cheers, starting up a chant for Zybala. Zybala's got a big grin on his face, even as he's hurting from some of the abuse he took. Minos steps into the ring, holding onto the North American Championship as he gets to the two men. He talks to Zybala for a few moments, apparently asking about Sunday, with Zybala assuring Minos that the man is, indeed, professionally trained as a referee. Minos shrugs and turns to the crowd.*

Minos: Ladies and gentlemen... your winner... and NEW

*The crowd is immediately booing heavily, letting loose their anger, as Deana Barrows walks out onto the stage.*

Hood: Oh thank God, thank Barrows, thank everyone!

Rockwell: Oh, this doesn't bode well for Zybala...

Deana Barrows: I'm sorry to interrupt, Minos, but would you please leave the ring? You know full well you can't unilaterally make a decision like this.

*Minos, far from hurt, just turns and leaves the ring, as Zybala watches him go, seemingly wanting to grab the North American Title from his shoulder.*

Deana Barrows: Now, Mike, I'm afraid we need to talk. You see, I know we give you a lot of leeway on your Dystopia matches. You have a great deal of creativity to pull off whatever shenanigans you feel will work for your audience.

*Zybala painfully nods, agreeing at least in part with Deana's statement. He always wants the crowd to go home happy.*

Deana Barrows: But I'm afraid this is the GCWA, not some backyard fed, and as much as you may want people to believe that your masked friend there is a referee, there's no way I can allow this contest to end that way. There must be an official referee's ruling. That being said... consider this match restarted!

Rockwell: She just took away Zybala's win!

Hood: What win? He had some masked freak we know basically nothing about come and make the count! Deana's making the right ruling!

Rockwell: But this is... uh oh, Zybala, behind you!

*As Sunday apologizes to Zybala, he shrugs the masked man off, telling him it's not his fault. Sunday nods, turning back... and both wrestlers get destroyed by a running clothesline from Warstein!!! Zybala rolls, holding his head in his hands, stunned. Warstein, seething, reaches down and pulls Zybala back up, not giving him a chance to recover. He locks the wrestler into position, twisting him around, before dropping with the Ego Trip!!! Zybala's out, with Warstein rolling on top of him. From the ramp area, Deana already has one of her hand-picked referees running to the ring. The ref slides in and gets into position in record time, pounding away on the mat... 1.. 2.. Zybala's shoulder moves, but the ref slams down the third slap, signaling for the bell! He gets up, raising Warstein's hand as the title is again brought back in by Minos.*

Minos: Here is your winner... and STILL the GCWA North American Champion... Shawn Warstein!!

*The crowd could not be more pissed, furious at how this one has ended. They watch helplessly as Warstein is given back the North American Title, which he raises up with one arm.*

Hood: Now that's an ending I can live with!

Rockwell: The restarting of the match definitely cost Zybala this one! And I think he might have found a way to kick out there at the end!

Hood: Nonsense! No one kicks out of the Ego Trip, as you can plainly see!

Rockwell: Somehow I don't think things are going to be settled between Warstein and Zybala after this one...

*Warstein starts to move towards the ropes, as if to take off with his gold. However, he stops in his tracks as he sees the masked Sunday on his hands and knees in the ring. Warstein doesn't waste a step, turning and jumping towards him, scoring the King's Crown!!! Sunday goes down hard, now unconscious, as Warstein triumphantly gets back up and leaves the ring. Zybala, meanwhile, is trying to sit up, only to drop back down, still dazed from that last shot. He starts crawling over to Sunday to check on him as we move on.*







*We come back from the break to find The Greek gods, Zeus and Hades standing in the ring. The crowd is pretty apathetic toward their presence. Zeus wields a mic*

Zeus: Hear ye! Hear ye! The Greek gods are here! Rejoice!

*Nobody rejoices*

Zeus: Rumors have been circulating as to why my brother, Hades, pulled out of the Righteous Rumble. He is here to address these rumors.

*Hades takes the mic*

Hades: Thank you, Brother Zeus. It dawned on me that the Righteous Rumble was merely a trick from that nasty brother of ours, Poseidon. He's trying to divide us, Brother Zeus. So, rather than fall into his trap, I did the smart thing. I pulled out.

*Zeus takes the mic*

Zeus: Pulling out is always the way to go, Brother Hades. And while this removal has obviously upset and disappointed you all...BE NOT DISAPPOINTED. For I, Zeus, shall dominate the Righteous Rumble and secure my spot at the top of GCWA.

*Hades shakes his yea, saying 'tell em, brother zeus!*

Zeus: I can't wait to get my hands on Lurrr. I can't wait to get my hands on Punisher. I can't wait to get my hands on Titan 3. I...

Rockwell: He's naming people who aren't even in the Rumble.

Hood: Hell, one of them is dead, isn't he?

Rockwell: Yes.

Zeus: I can't wait to get my hands on Shannon Shag-Nasty. I can't wait to get my hands on Chad Vargas. I -

*Suddenly, "Needle and the Spoon" - Lynyrd Skynyrd hits! The crowd leaps to their feet. Zeus and Hades are stunned as CHAD VARGAS, The Confederate Icon, emerges from behind the curtain! He marches down the ramp, keeping his mouth shut, glaring at Zeus and Hades. The celestial brothers attempt to remain calm. Vargas rolls into the ring and pops to his feet, staring down at the diminutive tandem*

Zeus: Va...Vargas. I...wasn't expecting you.

Rockwell: Obviously not.

Zeus: Listen. I don't want things to get out of hand. You've had a rough past couple of years. So bend the knee and I won't hurt you for interrupting my glorious promo.

*The crowd murmurs. They know Vargas doesn't take kindly to this kind of talk. But, he remains still...he then...starts to kneel! The crowd is shocked*

Rockwell: No way.

Hood: Vargas is a whipped dog. The past few years have finally gotten to him.

*Reaching one knee...Vargas lowers his head before immediately raising both arms and racking Zeus and Hades in their tiny ball sacks!! They double over, grimacing in pain. Vargas pops to his feet and tosses Hades out of the ring. The fans are cheering. He snares Zeus and hooks him in a side headlock. Zeus yells and screams. Vargas locks it in*

Chad Vargas: Give me your spot in the Righteous Rumble or I'll rip your fuckin head off!

Zeus: No! Never! It's MINE!

*Vargas wrenches*

Zeus: AHHHH!

Chad Vargas: Give it to me!

Zeus: Okay, fine...it's yours!

*Vargas smoothly transitions Zeus from the headlock into THE STROKE!! He plants Zeus into the mat before popping back up and cursing at everyone within eyesight. His music starts back up*

Rockwell: Chad Vargas is in the Righteous Rumble! He just bullied the spot away from Zeus!

Hood: Haha! Classic Vargas!

Rockwell: An OCW Hall of Famer...Vargas is instantly a favorite to win the Righteous Rumble!

Hood: Holy crap, ANOTHER favorite??

Rockwell: What a huge announcement!


Singles Match
Justice Cross (7-9) vs. Micheal Graves (2-2)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... first, making their way to the ring... standing 5'10" and weighing 165 lbs... from Pittsburgh, PA... here is Micheal Graves!!

*The lights go dark as Graves music hits! Micheal Graves walks out on to the stage as the crowd boos the magically sex changed ultraviolent superstar. Micheal walks about halfway down the ramp before taking off in a sprint and sliding into the ring. Graves jumps to her feet and paces the ring waiting for the match to start.*

Rockwell: This is just ridiculous...

Hood: What are you talking about, Adrian?

Rockwell: You really want me to believe that a magic Golden Potato turned Micheal Graves into a woman??

Hood: I mean... we've had a serial killer in the Big Bifford. We've got a dead guy who's wrestling out of Hell right now. Marcus Ka'Derrion just narrowly saved his soul from the Devil. The Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders are from outer space. Zybala's a ghost. Where do we start to draw a line?

Rockwell: I... I... Fuck...

Hood: Exactly.

Minos: Her opponent... standing 5'3" and weighing 126 lbs... from St. Louis, Missouri... here is Justice Cross!!

*Piano notes could be heard over the pa system then Amy Lee's voice begins to sing. Justice begins to walk out onto the top of the ramp as the words "Wake me up" begin to play over the speaker now. As she makes her way down to the ring she argues with the fans then gets to the floor near the ring. Justice continues to the ring with a smirk on her face before climbing onto the stairs. When she would get half way onto the apron she turned her back to the ropes then did a back flip over them. With both feet on the ground she would go over to each side of the ring smirking as the fans had mixed reactions towards her.*

Rockwell: Justice has been getting a lot of heat due to her recent losing streak.

Hood: Sometimes the damn matches just don't go your way, and hell, who's she faced lately? Didn't she fight the last few World Champions?

Rockwell: Yep, which certainly isn't an easy stretch. I think her son has the right idea. She needs to stop thinking she's going to lose when she goes into the match.

Hood: Or she needs to stop thinking she's going to win. Overconfidence or underconfidence.

Rockwell: Is underconfidence a word?

Hood: Spell check gives it a thumbs up.

Rockwell: Okay then.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So a battle between two ladies of the GCWA... one of whom wasn't expected to be a lady when this match was signed.

Hood: Think of the learning curve she's going through. Just remembering which restroom to go in has to be difficult.

Rockwell: True. Still a crazy thing...

Hood: Hey, Graves doesn't sound particularly thrilled by it either, you know...

*Cross is talking with the referee, looking more than a little perturbed at the opponent standing across from her. Graves walks forward, talking with her, wanting to know what's wrong, with Cross glaring and gesturing at her, saying this wasn't the 'Micheal' she expected. Graves snaps back about how women can be named Micheal, with the two arguing back and forth, until Graves swings at Cross with a right hand! However, being six inches shorter clearly is affecting her, as Graves misses the swing, with Cross easily ducking out of the way. Cross then leaps forward, hitting a dropkick that knocks Graves backwards into the ropes! As Graves tries to pull herself free, getting up, Cross is right there with a sitout facebuster, planting Graves on the mat! Cross makes the quick cover... 1... 2.. and Graves easily kicks out in time.*

Rockwell: I didn't even think about the learning curve of having shorter arms...

Hood: Yeah, that's got to suck. I wonder if she can still reach the last beer at the back of the fridge... y'know, in case she needs to grab it for me...

Rockwell: Hood, tell me you're not thinking of hitting on Micheal Graves...

Hood: No, no... I mean... no...

*Graves is back up on her feet, but she's soon back on the mat thanks to a drop toe hold from Cross. The second-generation wrestler then jumps onto Graves' back, pulling her head back into a modified Crossface submission! Graves tries to pull free before it's locked in, but to no avail, as Cross soon has her stretched backwards, working her neck out!! The referee moves in, checking to see if Graves will be tapping out. However. amazingly, it looks like Graves is smiling! She is refusing to give up, almost enjoying the pain, as Cross soon realizes that this isn't going to work. She drops the hold, getting up, as Graves lays on the mat, laughing to herself while shaking off the stabbing pain.*

Hood: It may be a different figure, but that's still Micheal Graves in there.

Rockwell: He, I mean she, used to say that the only thing she does better than dealing out punishment is taking it.

Hood: Yeah, I don't think we're seeing a submission between these two tonight, unless someone's unconscious... which, in a Graves match, is always a possibility.

*Cross gets back to her feet fairly easily, moving to the outside and waiting for Graves to start up as well. Cross then leaps from behind, going for a springboard bulldog... but Graves spins on pure instinct and lashes out with a superkick, cutting Cross down in mid-flight!! The crowd almost loses it as Graves staggers away, her leg hurting as well from the impact. She comes back over, though, falling onto Cross for the cover... 1... 2... and Cross manages to reach out with her arm, grabbing the lowest rope next to her, causing the ref to stop the count. Graves sits up, a little annoyed. She grabs Cross' outstretched arm and immediately drops both knees on it, doing some damage!*

Rockwell: That kick nearly took Justice's head off!

Hood: That would probably would have led to a divorce from Enforcer.

Rockwell: ... What the hell does that mean?

Hood: Who wants a woman without head?

Rockwell: ... Damn it, I walked right into that one, you sexist son of a bitch...

Hood: Original Hood, I will never apologize.

*The two wrestlers are back up now, with Graves locking Cross down and delivering a series of trapping headbutts, doing some more damage. Surprisingly, though, Graves looks a little more stunned than usual after those hits, rubbing her own head as she backs away from Cross. She shakes it off, stepping back in and lifting Cross up on her shoulders, wanting the Grave Digger (Death Valley Driver)! But Cross is fighting free, kicking her legs, and manages to land behind Graves, pulling her backwards into a roll-up! The ref is right there... 1... 2... and Graves kicks herself free in time! She tries to hop back up, right into Cross' grasp, as she goes for Lights Out (RKO)!!! But Graves throws her off, avoiding the quick defeat!*

Hood: I wonder if Graves got more protection from the headbutts when he, er, she wore masks...

Rockwell: Or the male version of his body just has a harder skull.

Hood: We're in unfamiliar territory here, anything is possible...

*As Cross tries to get up, Graves meets her, picking her upwards and throwing her backwards with a fallaway slam! Cross rolls for a moment, then starts to rise again. But Graves comes in, nailing her with a roundhouse kick! Cross is down, dazed, as Graves stands over her, smirking. She pulls her up, telling her that she's learned a lot about what Cross goes through... and she doesn't care. She then lifts Cross up, this time dropping her with the Grave Digger!! Cross could be out as Graves crawls over her, grinning as the count is made... 1... 2... and Cross kicks out! Graves, surprised, sits up, then angrily rises to her feet. She grabs Cross by the hair, yanking her up despite the referee's complaints. Graves then lifts Cross into crucifix position, planning to land Grave Consequences (Crucifix Powerbomb)!! But at the last second, Cross comes to, pulling away and landing behind Graves, grabbing her head and landing a reverse Lights Out!!!*

Rockwell: Nice reversal!

Hood: Unfortunately for Cross, she can't make the pin...

Rockwell: I don't know if Graves even hit right for a win there, but it certainly was enough to save Cross from Grave Consequences!

*The referee starts a count, seeing that both wrestlers are having trouble recovering after that move. Cross is the first to move, clearing her head enough to roll herself painfully over and put an arm across Graves. The ref drops... 1... 2... and Graves raises a shoulder at the last moment! Cross lowers her head to the side, disappointed, with who knows what thoughts running through her head. She struggles to get up, grabbing at Graves to drag the woman upwards. She gets Graves vertical... and Graves suddenly rears back, spewing Poison Mist!! Cross, having experienced this before, though, ducks away, avoiding it!! Unfortunately... the ref wasn't so lucky, going down, blinded!! He falls out of the ring, disappearing from sight, as Cross starts striking at Graves.*

Rockwell: Oh no! Get that man a towel!!

Hood: We need another referee broken out for this one...

Rockwell: Shouldn't that be a disqualification?

Hood: I don't think the ref's in any condition to do that, Adrian, so let 'em keep fighting!

*In the ring, Cross has knocked Graves backwards, getting her positioned on the side so that Cross can set her up for a rope-hung DDT!! The move lands perfectly, with Cross making the cover... but no referee being anywhere close at the moment. Cross, realizing this, moves off of Graves, waiting in a crouched position for her to recover. She's set for another Lights Out, planning to put Graves down for a long count. However, Graves instead rolls herself out of the ring, falling to the floor, ruining Cross' plan. She angrily comes out onto the apron, waiting as Graves gets up outside the ring. Cross then goes to leap off, going for a leaping knee off the apron, only for Graves to catch her in mid-air... then spin, slamming Cross bodily into the ringpost!! Cross falls to the side, hurt, as Graves falls to her knees, looking exhausted.*

Rockwell: Damn!! Cross' head hit the steel edge there, I think!!

Hood: That'll knock a few brain cells loose.

Rockwell: At least we've got another referee on the way...

*A replacement referee comes running down the aisle, obviously told to let the match continue by the powers that be. He slides into the ring and immediately starts a count, even as Graves pulls Cross to her feet. She drags Cross to the apron and throws her inside, following behind. Cross appears to possibly be cut on the back of her head, although it's hard to tell how badly. As Cross tries to get up, refusing to stop fighting, Graves grabs her by the head, relishing the injury before lifting Cross into position... and landing Grave Consequences!!! Cross is out, with Graves dropping onto her for the cover, pleased with herself... 1... 2... 3!!!*

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

Hood: The chick did it!

Rockwell: Graves and Cross had a hell of a match there, I have to say. If the ref had been quicker to dodge, I think we might have had a different ending...

Hood: Yeah, where is that ref, anyway? Still outside the ring?

Rockwell: The medics are looking after him.

*We see outside where the ref is getting his face cleaned as well as possible. Inside the ring, Graves moves achingly to the ropes and climbs up, looking like this was all she wanted and more. She slowly gets to through the ropes and heads for the back as Cross starts to get looked after as well.*







* The scene opens to ring, but is has been specially decorated for some sort of party. In the ring is a giant cake, and a giant box wrapped in party paper. Streamers and balloons hang from the ropes and from one ring post to another hangs a giant banner that reads "congratulations".*

*The lights drop in the arena and "Keep Me" by the Black Keys begins to play over the PA. The crowd gives a bit of a mixed reaction, but leans mostly towards boos. White strobe lights flash at the top of the entrance way where the crew of the Desolator stand playing to the crowd. The members part to either side of the entrance way and give that cool Scott Hall point where they bend at the waist and do the double point. Madness and Dark Lord step into the entrance way with the GCWA tag team titles over there should and a look of confidence on their faces.*

Hood: It feels wrong for me to be happy about this... but the NWO has definitely turned a corner...

Rockwell: By being willing to use trickery and deceit to win?

Hood: Yep, that's it exactly.

*Madness and Dark Lord move forward down the entrance way and then hit the same pose as the rest of the NWO pointing back up the entrance way. There standing in the strobes is "Too Sweet" Terry Marshall air guitaring away on a weight belt that has "Too Sweet" embroidered on it. Marshall stops strumming the imaginary strings and gives a cocky laugh as he throws the belt around his waist and moves down the entrance way to join Madness and Dark Lord.*

*Marshall, Madness, and Dark Lord join in a 3-way "too sweet", pausing to allow everyone to takes pictures of the sweetness that is just... well, too sweet. The three men head down the entrance way followed by the rest of the crew. As they enter the ring the lights up as Marshall poses, because Marshall must pose.*

"Too Sweet" Terry Marshall: YO, YO, YO DALLY, WHAT DO YA KNOW!?!

* The crowd gives a mixed reaction. *

"Too Sweet" Terry Marshall: Ya know somethen brother, I told you all that when we finally get a straight up, two on two match for the titles that they were coming home. And what do ya know, it finally happened and now those belts are securely around the waist of Dark Lord and Madness, and THAT is exactly where they are going to stay for a long, LONG TIME!

* The crowd boos. *

"Too Sweet" Terry Marshall: I know, I know, you are all disappointed that one of those gold belts aren't around my power belly, but listen when I tell you this, and listen good brother. There will soon be gold around this waist because Terry Marshall is going to win the Righteous Rumble, and then I'm going on to take that GCWA World Championship from whoever has it. GCWA and the Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders are going to start 2021 off right, and they are going to start it off by seeing "Too Sweet" Terry Marshall become world champion.

* The crowd gives another mixed reaction, which causes Marshall to smirk as he hands the microphone to Madness.)

Madness: UH HUIH! JUST WHEN YA THINK YOU KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS, WE CHANGE THE QUESTIONS! Legacy thought they could outsmart us, thought they could stay one step ahead of us. UN UH! No way, no how. Ya can't stay one step ahead of someone who doesn't know where their next step will be.

Sins of the Father thought they could hurt Terry Marshall and win the tag team titles two on one, but they forgot that the N-W-O rolls deep. UH HUH, YEAH WE DO! YEAH! Now the Sinners are paying for their own sin, their sin of stupidity, YEAH! UH HUH, don't ya know Sinners, play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

*Madness hands the microphone to Dark Lord while shaking his head up and down. *

Dark Lord: Many men have fallen in our path to becoming champions. Fall to us as victims, and fallen to their knees begging to not be our victims. Sinners were brought to their knees, and brought to their backs. Many more will be put on their knees, and all will bow to the N-W-O. We are the champions, and we will reign over the duo's division until the day that we leave this planet to conquer another.

*Dark Lord hands the microphone back to Marshall, and as Marshall takes it he looks a bit curious. Marshall keeps looking back and forth at the titles that Madness and Dark Lord hold.*

"Too Sweet" Terry Marshall: Ya know those titles sure do look good, but I know something that will make them look a lot better. First Mate Rodman, will you please do the honors.

*Rodman starts smiling and pulls a large Sharpie from his pocket. Rodman walks to Madness and draws a large NWO on the belt. Rodman then moves to Dark Lord and does the same thing. Madness and Dark Lord hold up the GCWA tag team titles that now have "NWO" written across the main plaques. *

"Too Sweet" Terry Marshall: In the words of Dave Chappelle as Rick James, IT'S A CELEBRATION BITCHES!

I don't know who brought this giant gift here, but I appreciate it. And ya know, as nice as it is to receive, it's just as good to give. So, tonight we are going to open up a spot in the Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders. We are going to give one lucky member of the roster the opportunity of a lifetime to jumpstart their career and shoot it to the moon.

Now, we aren't going to just let anyone join of course. Unlike James Raven at last call, we have standards. We aren't taking any scrubs like Enforcer or The Greek Gods. We aren't looking for anyone who is willing to roll over and play dead because a dude in an office tells him to like Mike Zybala. We don't want any hood rats like Deuce Jones. And most importantly we don't want any drug addicted, self-harming, foul mouth junkies like...

*Marshall is cut off as "The Infection" by Disturbed begins to play over the PA and Xavier Lux makes his way to the top of the entrance way; he looks around at the crowd who are giving him a mix reaction after walking out on his partner during the interview earlier in the show. He turns his attention to the N.W.O. and seems to ponder a decision before making his way down the ramp. *

Rockwell: I don't like this Hood.

Hood: Yeah not very smart for Lux to come out here alone when he is clearly outnumbered.

*Xavier slides under the bottom rope and jumps to his feet, coming face to face with Madness but he doesn't flinch at all. Xavier turns to Dark Lord who is full of intensity and ready to go; but Xavier moves past him and finally gets to Terry Marshall. They have a 3 second stare down and the crowd is completely silent, expecting an explosion at any time. *

Rockwell: Xavier not backing down from all 3 men, but it is still foolish to be out here all alone. Where is Marcus?

Hood: He probably took his ball and went home with Paco; but Xavier has always been the loose cannon of the team, this doesn't surprise me at all.

* Xavier takes the microphone from Marshall's hand and brings it up to his mouth, never taking his eyes off of Marshall's. *

Xavier: Then how about a man who is tired of being in someone else's shadow? How about a man who is tired of paying for someone else's mistakes? How about a man that's full of poison and rage? How about a man with venom running through his veins?

Rockwell: NO! Hood, is he saying what I think he's saying?!

Hood: Venom has finally come to his damn senses! If you can't beat them, join them!

*The crowd starts to boo while some randomly shout "don't do it!" "What about Marcus?!" "It's not worth it!" "Think about Elizabeth!" This last one causes all 4 men to turn around and look the fan's way who slowly sits back down and hides. Marshall takes the microphone back from Xavier and ponders the offer. *

"Too Sweet" Terry Marshall: Xaiver, brother... I'm glad you have seen the light. You are making the right move cutting the dead of Marcus and letting him fend for himself. Because ya know what they say brother, it's hard to soar with the Eagles when you hang out with a turkey. Now brother, it's time to spread those wings and soar with the eagles. Rodman, give this man a shirt dude.

*First Mate Rodman pulls a shirt from his back pocket, but stops as Xavier holds his hand up stopping him. Xavier shakes his head and then slowly unzips his jacket. Xavier gabs each side of his jacket in his hands and pulls his jacket open revealing a NWO shirt. The crowd begins to boo, but Marshall has a huge grin on his face as he shakes his head up and down. *

"Too Sweet" Terry Marshall: Brother... THIS CALLS FOR A CELEBRATION!

*On cue, black and white balloons begin to fall from the ceiling as "We Are the Champions" by Queen begins to play over the PA. The crowd begin to boo and throw garbage into the ring. Dark Lord and Madness look angered by this but Marshall is laughing maniacally. The music slowly fades, but the NWO are not done yet. *

"Too Sweet" Terry Marshall: Before we cut into the cake it is customary to open the gifts. I don't know where this giant gift came from but I have a few guesses.

*Marshall gives a side glance to Xavier, and Xavier smiles and nods. *

"Too Sweet" Terry Marshall: Now, Madness, brother, since you were the real MVP of Darkness Falls, I think you should do the honors and open the gift.

*Madness nods his head up and down and mouths the words "oh yeah". Madness begins ripping the black and white wrapping paper off of the giant box. Madness kicks the paper under the bottom rope out of the ring and then grabs the door made on the box. Madness begins to open it but as his hand touched the door it flies open into his face; from the box steps Marcus Ka'Derrion holding a baseball bat!

Rockwell: Marcus is here!

Hood: Wait Marcus is the gift? Doesn't this count is human trafficking?

*Marshall's jaw drops in shock and he slowly turns to look at Xavier who rips his NWO shirt off to reveal a Sins Of The Fathers shirt. Dark Lord charges at Xavier and goes for the big bang, but Xavier side steps and Dark Lord lands the spear on Masher and the two of them go flying out of the ring.

Rockwell: It was all a set-up Hood! I knew Marcus couldn't turn his back on his family, on his fans!

Hood: Really Captain obnoxiously obvious?

*Strangler charges Marcus but gets a baseball bat shot to the stomach that doubles him over. Marcus lifts the bat above his head and slams it down onto Stranglers back dropping strangler. Madness shakes his head clear and goes for Marcus from behind, but Xavier steps in-between them scooping Madness up and dropping him with a Death Valley driver.*

*First Mate Rodman charges as well and gets the end of the baseball jabbed into his throat. Marcus takes the bat low and swings it up landing the bat between the legs of Rodman. Meanwhile Sargent Snake charges at Xavier, and Xavier simply drops down and back body drops Snake over the top rope, and Snake goes crashing onto Dark Lord, who has just got back to his feet.*

*Marcus and Xavier look at each other and then turn and look at Terry Marshall. Marshall puts his hands up and begins to slowly back away until he backs right into the corner. Marshall has his hands up begging off. Marcus holds the bat up pointing at Marshall when Major Flavor lands a forearm to the back on Marcus. Marcus is barley phased as he turns to see a terrified Flavor. Xavier turns and grabs Flavor by the shirt collar.*

*Marshall takes the chance and dives out of the ring where the rest of the NWO rally around him. Xavier continues to hold Flavor by the shirt as him and Marcus look out at the NWO. Marcus screams at Marshall "this is for you", and then slams the bat into Flavors stomach. Xavier then spins Flavor around and throws him face first into the giant cake. Flavor hits the cake and flies through it and falls through the ropes and to the outside covered in cake.*

Hood: A damn it to hell! I was hoping to get a piece of cake, now these damn idiots ruined it!

Rockwell: The Sins have become the Party Crashers for sure, and looks like they are not done, Marcus has a mic!

Marcus grabs the mic from the mat and points the bat out at the NWO.*

Marcus: N.W.O... The only gift you are getting is the gift of sweet-sweet revenge! We want our titles back, and to make sure that THIS TIME things are really 2 on 2, revenge will be served in hard dish known as... Hell... in a Cell!

Rockwell: The Sins of the Fathers are invoking their rematch clause inside a hell in a cell Hood!

Hood: I guess he definitely is the prince of pain, he's a damn glutton for it.

Rockwell: It's been over a year since we have had a Hell in a Cell Match Hood!

Hood: Because the roster isn't stupid! They know what that type of match does to the body, and to do it right before the Righteous Rumble? It's stupid, stupid, stupid.

Rockwell: We'll see next week.

Hood: We definitely will, bring your popcorn!

*The camera zooms in on The Sins of the Fathers, as we head to break.*






GCWA Unified X-Division Title Match
Outcast(c) (5-0) vs. Lucas Thames (12-5)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... and will be for the GCWA Unified X-Division Title!

*The crowd pops for the main event title match, looking forward to it.*

Minos: Introducing first, the challenger... standing 6'4" and weighing 245 lbs... from Detroit, Michigan... here is Luca "The Icon" Thames!!

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

Rockwell: Thames' partner in Life Before death, Mike Zybala, came up short earlier tonight. Personally, I still think he was cheated...

Hood: You can't use an Outsider to make the count, I'd say that's pretty obvious, Adrian...

Rockwell: Well, this will be Thames' chance to get his own gold for the team. Of course, it hasn't been easy to focus with someone threatening him, his fiancee, and her father.

Hood: I tell you, family causes nothing but problems. Always better to be on your own... except for, y'know, the woman I love...

Rockwell: Which one is that, Hood? Care to say a name?

Hood: Shut up...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'1" and weighing 228 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... here is the GCWA Unified X-Division Champion... Outcast!!

*"Existence is Punishment" by Crowbar begins to play, bringing out the champ. Outcast walks out onto the stage, looking comfortable in his surroundings as he pats the X-Division Title on his shoulder. The crowd still seems split with him, remembering what happened with The Lost Soul, but there are still some supporters as he makes his way down.*

Rockwell: We got a glimpse to the man behind Outcast this week, watching one of his therapy sessions.

Hood: How is that even legal to record, by the way?

Rockwell: We don't talk about those things...

Hood: Right, right. Well, it seemed like all the usual suspects were there. Parental neglect, drunkeness, violence...

Rockwell: I luckily had none of that as I grew up. My parents were saints.

Hood: Well, goody for you, Mr. Rockwell. Some of us weren't that lucky!

Rockwell: I thought you liked your parents?

Hood: ... I said some of us, but I didn't specify me...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Thames could have been handed the X-Division Title, but her refused, and Outcast later capitalized on that decision.

Hood: I bet Thames' fiancee thought he should have just taken the gold and gotten some extra money for their wedding.

Rockwell: Well, if Thames wants to do it fair and square, this is the time!

*Outcast and Thames both watch as the referee displays the Unified X-Division Title before walking away and handing it off. The two wrestlers then come forward, with Thames nodding in respect towards Outcast. The champ doesn't return it, glaring at Thames, possibly due to the suggestion that Outcast's reign was 'tainted'. The two lock up,with Thames using his size advantage to push Outcast back into the corner. The ref calls for the break, with Thames listening, stepping back with his hands up. Outcast grumbles for a second, then comes out, wanting to lock up again. The two struggle against each other, with Thames again pushing Outcast back, only for Outcast to reverse it at the last second. The ref calls for the break again, and Outcast releases it... then hits Thames with a forearm shot, attacking him in the corner!!*

Rockwell: Should have known Outcast couldn't resist the free shot!

Hood: Thames may like to be a respectful wrestler, but against a champ like this, he's really got to be willing to be as dirty as possible...

Rockwell: That's not in Thames' character.

Hood: Does he want the gold? Then go for the hair pull, the low blow, or whatever else you can get away with! It's the best way to win!

*Outcast continues in the corner on Thames, landing a set of European uppercuts to rock the taller man. Outcast then goes up on the turnbuckle, punching away as the fans count along out of reflex. As soon as Outcast reaches 10, he stops, raising his hands out to his side towards the crowd, smiling. However, Thames suddenly straightens up, grabbing Outcast around the legs and lifting him forward, before throwing them both forward to the mat! Thames then gets on top of Outcast, swinging away, as Outcast tries to cover up to avoid the worst of the damage. Thames then tries to pry one of Outcast's arms away, wanting to apply a submission, but Outcast quickly scrambles to the side, grabbing the ropes to force the break.*

Rockwell: With an MMA fighter like Thames, any submission move could be the end!

Hood: That right there was another opportunity for Thames to gain the advantage on Outcast. He's got 4.9 seconds to pummel Outcast on the ropes before he has to stop, use every millisecond!

Rockwell: Thames wants the honest win, and he certainly has the ability to get it.

*Thames has gotten Outcast up now, taking him back over with a Snap Tiger Suplex! The fans are loving this one so far, seemingly more on the side of Thames at this point. That could be due to Thames' recent tag-team with fan favorites Zybala & The Janitor, or it could just be some disliking Outcast. Either way, Thames is still in control as he gets Outcast back up and grabs him around the head, teasing going for All It Takes Is Five Seconds (Anaconda Vice)!! But Outcast almost seemed to be expecting that, as he catches Thames in the side of the head with an elbow, staggering him backwards to the corner. Outcast then turns and charges, scoring with a Yakuza kick!! Thames slumps into the corner, stunned, as Outcast takes a moment to shake off a few hits he's taken.*

Rockwell: Both of these wrestlers have a lot of experience inside the ropes, so reversals are to be expected.

Hood: Yeah, Outcast is used to sneaking out of difficult situations...

Rockwell: ... That's one way of putting it.

*As Thames tries to recover, pulling himself up in the corner, Outcast throws caution to the wind as he once again goes up over him, punching away. Outcast then immediately jumps up, catching Thames around the head as he drops backwards, scoring a hurricanrana! Thames is down, with Outcast rolling over to make the pin attempt... 1... 2... but Thames is able to push him off. The two wrestlers both start to get up, with Outcast getting in a Muay Thai clinch to land some shots on the fighter. Thames, though, is well versed in this , working to use his hands in Outcast's face to push off, breaking free of the hold. Before Outcast can readjust, Thames then takes him over with a snap German suplex into a pin attempt... 1... 2... but Outcast kicks out!*

Rockwell: It very well could be a quick fall like that one that leads to the end of this contest.

Hood: Man, I always hate seeing a title decided on a quick pin, but it's still fun to look at the guy's face when he loses that way...

*Both wrestlers get back up, with Thames catching hold of Outcast and giving him a knee to the gut, throwing him off-balance. Thames then grabs Outcast by the head and drops with the Iconizer (Leg-Assisted Neckbreaker)!!! The fans pop, as Thames gets onto Outcast for the pin, grabbing the legs... 1... 2... No! Outcast manages to kick out again, saving his title. Thames doesn't look like he's frustrated yet, as he immediately gets up, pulling Outcast with him. He sets Outcast for another suplex, lifting him up in the air... but Outcast gets a surprise knee strike from above, causing Thames to drop him back to his feet. Outcast then reverses it, snapping Thames over instead! He rolls on top... 1... 2... and Thames escapes!*

Rockwell: A back-and-forth contest, just like we expected, Hood.

Hood: This is getting boring. Someone rake the eyes or grab the nostrils!

Rockwell: How can you call this boring? Both men are putting a lot into this!

Hood: Yeah, but I want to see some blood and tears to go with the sweat...

*Outcast pulls Thames up into position, wanting to keep up the abuse to put the wrestler away. He spins Thames down with a swinging back breaker, leaving Thames wincing in agony on the mat. Outcast then gets up, looking towards the ropes. He makes his way over to the apron, pulling himself outside. Normally, Outcast would be looking for a weapon, but in this case, he just wants to fly, shooting himself up and coming back down with a springboard moonsault!! Thames can't get out of the way, as Outcast lands squarely on top of him!! The fans pop for the move, even as the ref makes the count... 1... 2... and again Thames refuses to stay down! Outcast sits up, glancing quickly at the ref to make sure that wasn't a three count. He then gets up, continuing on the attack.*

Rockwell: It's easy to forget that Outcast is an accomplished high-flyer, even though he's better known for his hardcore skills.

Hood: It comes from his time spent in Mexico, but at his age, I don't know if he should be taking those kinds of risks. His career could end with one bad misstep...

Rockwell: Outcast has never been the sort to worry about that sort of thing. If it's going to end, it'll end on his terms.

Hood: His terms are pretty dangerous tonight...

*The camera moves to show Outcast has climbed up to the top of the turnbuckle, looking down at Thames. He signals for the OD (Double Footstomp), preparing himself before leaping into the air. Thames, though, sits up and gets out of the way, causing Outcast to readjust on the fly and do a roll instead. As Outcast gets up, trying to turn back towards Thames, the MMA fighter spins towards him, hitting Lights Out (Standing Roundhouse Kick to the back of the head)!!!! Outcast crumples to the ground in a heap, as Thames stumbles for a second before coming over to him. He shoves Outcast over and makes the cover, hanging onto the legs... 1... 2... 3, NO!!! Outcast manages to kick out before the final three comes down!*

Rockwell: That kick is so lethal!

Hood: Yep, but it didn't put the champ out!

Rockwell: Nope, but it's certainly gotten Thames the upper hand...

*With Outcast in a bad way, Thames pulls himself up. waiting against the ropes. Outcast slowly pulls himself up, shaking off the cobwebs from the kick. He's obviously a little out of it as he rises up, with Thames coming in from behind, going for the knee to start applying You Either Tap Or You Break!! (Rolling Knee Bar/Anklelock combo) But during the roll, Outcast manages to get free, twisting to the side towards the ropes. The two men both manage to get up, with Thames again coming at Outcast for another Lights Out! But Outcast ducks under it, with Thames ending up on the ropes with his leg extended!! He hangs there for a moment, hurting, as Outcast turns and uses the last of his adrenaline, shooting up the turnbuckle and immediately springing off, landing the OD on the strung-out Thames, driving him to the mat!!! The crowd loses it after seeing that one, watching Outcast make sure that Thames is off the ropes before making the cover, grabbing at the trunks... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... and STILL GCWA Unified X-Division Champion... Outcast!!!

Rockwell: The champ retains!

Hood: Wow, what a painful-looking ending!

Rockwell: Thames almost got Outcast there, but it only took one opportunity for Outcast to slip out of there!

Hood: So no title changes tonight? That sucks...

Rockwell: Well, there will be two more opportunities next week! We'll see you then!!

*Outcast can be seen, showing off the Unified X-Division Title, as we cut away.*



*We go to the back, where Deana Barrows is finishing up her work. She closes her laptop and gets up, turning towards the door... where The Accelerator is wheeling in. Deana and Ace stare at each other for a moment, before Ace nods to his one daughter.*

The Accelerator: Deana... I think it's time that we talked...

*Ace shuts the door behind him, as the camera feed fades out.*


OOC: Hello, everyone, and welcome back from the break! Hope you had a good time, and enjoyed this show. We're going to have just as big a show next week as we head to the PPV, so if anyone wants to write a match, let me know! Looking forward to the Righteous Rumble, as it's looking huge at this point!!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, December 11th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Rex Terrestrial vs. Justice Cross

Life Before Death (Lucas Thames & Mike Zybala) vs. Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning)

PerZag vs. The Spruce Goose

The Big Bifford vs. Micheal Graves

Raging Dead vs. Kylie Moore vs. Betsy Granger (Winner Gets #30 spot in Rumble)

E.W. Montgomery(c) vs. Enforcer, GCWA World Television Title match

Main Event

The Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders(c) vs. The Sins of the Fathers, GCWA World Tag-Team Titles Hell In A Cell match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, December 4th to Wednesday, December 9th, giving you 6 days to post your roleplay(s) Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count. You may only post one roleplay per day for the title matches.

Tag Teams - 2 rps per team. One written by each member. 2k word max per rp. Both members can post on the final day.

GCWA Television Title match - 2 rps, but the limit is reduced to 1k max.

Outsiders match - 2 roleplays, set to 750 words max for the PPV.

Good luck to all!