GCWA Friday Night Inferno



*Welcome, one and all! It's been another insane week, especially near the end, but the train keeps rolling along as we make our way to the Righteous Rumble! Sit back and enjoy the ride, as we head once again to Friday Night Inferno!!*

*The GCWA logo comes up, before fading into the mist like a vampire meeting sunlight for the first time. After a few seconds, we begin to hear sounds of fighting, although nothing is showing up on the screen.*

Voice: It's coming...

*The noises of a massive brawl are beginning to get louder, as faint images start to be seen. It appears to be shots of various blurry wrestlers going over the top rope one by one by one...

Voice: The momentum can't be stopped. The violence is going to be intense...

*The video starts crisping up, and it's soon clear that we're seeing highlights from previous Righteous Rumbles. Many of the wrestlers are familiar to long-term followers of the GCWA, as well as a few that everyone will know.*

Voice: The Righteous Rumble. Thirty individuals looking for their chance to move to the top of the ladder... thirty individuals risking life and limb for that chance to say they've made history... thirty individuals crazy enough to accept the offer that we've made them...

*As the furious action continues, The Accelerator is wheeled in from the side, looking at them as if watching on a television screen. He gets out a remote control.*

The Accelerator: It's almost time to see who's the luckiest fucking boyo in the bunch... and I can't wait!

*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! You can hear the undertone of intensity in the crowd as they begin to cheer, knowing some of the chaos that's going to take place both tonight and next week. We leave them behind to join our faithful announcers, who have stuck with the GCWA despite any other offers that might have come their way.*

Rockwell: Welcome back to Friday Night Inferno!! I'm Adrian Rockwell, as you probably know, and you likely know this man as well. Hood, it's going to be a thrilling night as we get set for the 2020 Righteous Rumble!

Hood: Man, that's going to be such an insane contest! We have so many wrestlers that could win a match like this! I honestly don't think anyone is going in with a zero chance of winning...

Rockwell: Nope, the luck of the draw will prove pivotal, as well just plain luck... but the best of the best will find a way to be there at the end!

Hood: Also the ones that weren't stupid enough to book a major match here tonight...

Rockwell: Maybe so, Hood. But we've got an incredible line-up tonight nonetheless. This includes two championship matches, as E.W. Montgomery will be defending his GCWA World Television Title against Enforcer, while the Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders will be trying to retain their tag-team gold against The Sins of the Fathers in a Hell In A Cell match!

Hood: Who books these things right before a PPV??

Rockwell: Apparently we do, Hood. It's hard to say whether it was The Accelerator or his daughter, Deana Barrows, who put this show together, but it's a hell of a way to finish the road to the Righteous Rumble!

Hood: Man, I can't wait! Let's just get to the first match and get us rolling!


Singles Match
PerZag (12-6) vs. The Spruce Goose (0-6)

Minos: Our first match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'6" and weighing 272 lbs... from America The Beautiful... here is The Spruce Goose!!

*"Stars & Stripes Forever" begins playing, bringing out The Spruce Goose on his own. He looks very unhappy as he comes down the aisle, barely looking at some of the booing fans as he goes into the ring.*

Rockwell: The Spruce Goose has been in a funk since his former tag-team partner, Memphis Belle, chose Aaron Warthog as the love of her life.

Hood: Yeah, Goose's wrestling career already wasn't going great, and now he can't even count on a tag partner...

Rockwell: He'll have to try and turn things around here tonight, but his competition is pretty fierce.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'5" and weighing 216 lbs... from Australia... here is "The Sexiest Man In Wrestling" PerZag!!

*'Whatever It Takes' by Imagine Dragons plays to the crowd as the women in the audience lose their shit. The men roll their eyes, stick fingers up and boo as the 'Sexiest Man In Wrestling' PerZag, walks out from the back. Wearing a long blue gown, he winks at all the ladies as he walks past, making them all go crazy. PerZag reaches the ringside, and quickly slides into the ring. He stands up, walks to the centre of the ring, and stops. The lights suddenly turn off, except for one spotlight that shines on the centre of the ring, directly on PerZag. PerZag grabs at his gown, pulling it off, showcasing his fantastic bod for all the people in the arena. He drops the gown to the ground as all the lights turn back on, and he walks over to one of the corners of the ring to await the match to start.*

Rockwell: We haven't heard much from PerZag since he lost the GCWA North American Title, but he's very interested in taking on the challenge of the Righteous Rumble.

Hood: Too bad Micheal B. Jordan took his title of Sexiest Man On The Earth. PerZag was robbed!

Rockwell: He can still call himself the Sexiest Man In Wrestling, and I'm sure the ladies here are enjoying the view...

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: So this should be quick.

Rockwell: Quite frankly, though, we don't know how much ring rust there's going to be on PerZag. Can The Spruce Goose take advantage of...

*The Spruce Goose suddenly, with a frustrated yell, charges at PerZag, who immediately catches him and delivers a picture-perfect belly-to-belly suplex!*

Rockwell: ... Or maybe that ring rust isn't as bad as we think...

Hood: PerZag doesn't get rusty, he just gets more perfect!

*As The Spruce Goose gets up, PerZag is there again, landing a Shining Wizard kick to the side of the head!! The Spruce Goose falls backwards into the corner, with the ropes being the only thing keeping him on his feet. Seeing this, PerZag immediately runs forward, jumping into the air and scoring with a Stinger Splash! The Spruce Goose stays hanging there, so PerZag raises up a finger, calling for one more. He runs forward again, hitting a second Stinger Splash, crushing the Spruce Goose into the corner! Smirking at the crowd, PerZag grabs the wounded Spruce Goose by the head and drags him out of the corner, setting him in place. He shows off his technical skills along with his power, lifting Goose up into the air and landing a powerbomb!! The Spruce Goose stays down, but PerZag just gets to his feet, showing off his figure to the ladies in the crowd.*

Hood: Not much of a fight from The Spruce Goose so far in this one.

Rockwell: Maybe he just wants to be tortured after losing his tag-team partner. Memphis Belle's his cousin, right?

Hood: Hell if I know...

Rockwell: Well, no matter what Memphis is to him, Goose clearly doesn't have his heart in his fight.

Hood: If Goose isn't careful, PerZag might break his heart in an entirely different way...

*With the Spruce Goose still down, PerZag stretches his arms to the side, preparing himself. He then grabs The Spruce Goose by the legs and turns him over, applying a Boston Crab submission!! PerZag stretches the man backwards, surely doing some damage to Goose's vertebrae, as the referee moves in to see if The Spruce Goose wants to tap out. Strangely, the wrestler just shakes his head, absorbing the pain, while seemingly not fighting too hard to escape. PerZag keeps up the abuse for a few more seconds before finally dropping the submission, looking back at The Spruce Goose with a little bit of confusion. He talks to the ref for a moment, but the referee can't do anything about it. So PerZag shrugs and grabs a rising Spruce Goose by the head, delivering a Fameasser to put him back on the canvas!*

Rockwell: It really feels like The Spruce Goose just wants to take punishment here...

Hood: Come on, that's Xtreme's department! Gimmick infringement is a real crime, you know!

*PerZag is back up now, looking like he's barely broken a sweat. He still runs his hands through his hair, tossing a few drips towards the crowd, knowing that the ladies love it. The guys, not so much (well, not all of them anyway). He pulls Spruce Goose up once again, shaking his head at him for wasting his time tonight. PerZag then heads for the ropes, dragging The Spruce Goose with him. He runs off the turnbuckle, scoring a Tornado DDT!!! PerZag then points to the turnbuckle, heading back to it to climb up. He shows off to the crowd for a few moments, letting them marvel at his physique. Behind him, The Spruce Goose tries to struggle up to his feet, barely able to stand. This is what PerZag has been waiting for, leaping backwards into The Spruce Goose with Pure Beauty (Standing Moonsault into a Standing Opponent)!!!! The wrestlers crash to the mat, with PerZag landing on top for the cover. The referee dives into position... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The Sexiest Man In Wrestling" PerZag!!

Rockwell: A very impressive move from PerZag, but not one I'd recommend for the Righteous Rumble.

Hood: Hey, PerZag can defeat someone in a thousand different ways. I have no doubt he's going to dominate at the Rumble!

Rockwell: He'll have plenty of competition, but it's good to see that he's at least ready for a strong competition!

*PerZag climbs the turnbuckle once more, giving the fans one more good look at him. Behind him, The Spruce Goose is still down, showing no signs of getting up anytime soon. We cut away.*







*The view switches to a split-screen shot in the back. In one section, we see the Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders, all grouped together as they're talking out strategy. We see Dark Lord and Madness are currently wearing the belts, with Terry Marshall, First Mate Rodman, Major Flavor, Sargent Snake, and S&M standing to the side, nodding. In the other shot, we see Marcus Ka'Derrion & Xavier Lux similarly having a discussion with Paco. Around them are Suicidal Juvenal, Incognito, Paula, Vanessa, & The Malvado Brothers. Each room looks extremely crowded.*

Rockwell: Man, the Hell in a Cell is starting to look like it's going to be a war!

Hood: Yeah, I'm amazed they've been contained before now. Are we going to be safe at ringside?

Rockwell: That's what the cell is for, isn't it?

Hood: Like that's ever kept people inside...

*The cameramen both depart from the separate rooms at the same time, showing that there is a large grouping of GCWA Security outside both areas. It would appear that the locker rooms are stationed on opposite sides of the arena as well.*

Rockwell: That's why the first battles tonight haven't broken out. They don't want a repeat of the last time these two teams fought.

Hood: We need to send a message to Deana, ask her to ban everyone else from ringside...

Rockwell: You're just saying that because you don't want to get hurt.

Hood: I feel that's a very reasonable expectation to have, don't you?

*The shots return to ringside, as we prepare to get started.*


Singles Match
Justice Cross (7-10) vs. Rex Terrestrial (0-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... coming down the aisle... standing 6'6" and weighing 275 lbs... from Atlanta, Georgia... here is "The Complete Delivery" Rex Terrestrial!!

*Welcome to Planet URF Plays over the PA System as "The Complete Delivery" Rex Terrestrial makes his way to the ring with much fanfare. Streamers and lights of green, blue and violet shimmer around his person as he enters the ring and shows off his "Out Of This World" physique in preparation for the challenge to come.*

Hood: I really thought this guy was gone from the GCWA...

Rockwell: Yes, it seemed like a promising powerhouse puttered out and peculiarly put out poor performances.

Hood: That's a mouthful, Adrian...

Rockwell: Seemed like a good time as any for some alliteration.

Minos: His 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 is looking to get herself back on track here tonight. She's not booked in this year's Righteous Rumble, so she'll look for a victory tonight and then support her husband later on.

Hood: I bet Justice will be in the Rumble one way or another...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So this could be make or break for either of these wrestlers tonight...

Hood: Wasn't Terrestrial already broken?

Rockwell: He doesn't seem that sane, that's for sure...

*Terrestrial seems to be trusting in his size advantage, giving himself some shots to the chest to show off his strength. He raises up both arms, showing off the muscles there, although Cross doesn't seem too impressed. After all, she's married to another powerhouse in the Enforcer. Terrestrial looks annoyed at the lack of respect, angrily coming at Cross. He rushes forward, going for Terraforming Face (Western Lariat)!! But Cross easily ducks under the attempt, and as Terrestrial turns back around, off-balance, Cross grabs him by he head. Within a second, Terrestrial goes crashing to the ground, smashed down with Lights Out (RKO)!!!! Terrestrial lays there, not moving, as Cross gets herself up, She kicks at Terrestrial, making him roll over, then drops onto him for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Justice Cross!!

Rockwell: And that's how quickly Justice Cross can get the victory!

Hood: Damn, Rex, at least TRY to put up a fight...

Rockwell: Cross has had some tough battles as of late, but she proved again tonight that you can't underestimate "The First Lady of the GCWA"!

*Justice Cross is on her feet now, looking vaguely disappointed at how fast that went. She leans back on the ropes, waiting, as Rex Terrestrial starts to come to, pushing up on his hands and knees. The dazed wrestler struggles to stand, almost falling back over, but he manages to find his balance. After standing for a few seconds, making sure that he isn't about to collapse, Rex takes a few deep breaths and turns... and Cross gets him again, dropping with a second Lights Out!!!! Terrestrial isn't moving an inch now, as Cross rolls her way out of the ring, walking away on the outside. We head to break with a final shot of the unconscious Terrestrial.*







*Pre-Recorded*

*The scene opens on a circular stage. It's completely decked out in glitter, mirror balls, flashing lights, and the whole works. Men and women in scantily clad black lingerie and black pump heels are already dancing on the stage. As the current song ends, there's a silence and everyone falls into line. A new song starts, and it's unmistakably identified as "Rose Tints My World" from "Rocky Horror Picture Show". Betsy Granger struts onto the stage decked out in a golden corset and matching boyshorts. The stilettos on her feet are glittering gold as well. Her hair is curled and swept in a loose bun held by a red hibiscus. She is also wearing a large glittering gold and white feather boa around her shoulders. As the song's instrumental beginning hits its notes, Betsy walks by each dancer, appraising each one and flirting with her boa. As her cue begins, Betsy turns towards the camera. With a wink, she reaches for a bedazzled mic and begins to sing.*

"It was great when it all began,
I was a regular wrestling stan,
But it was over when I had the plan,
To try to become more than a fan,
Now the only way that I can cope,
Is beating on a couple of dopes,
Gold tints my world,
Keeps me safe from my trouble and pain."

*All the while Betsy sings, she continues dancing with her backup crew. They are more than happy to play along, paying their homage to the classic cult film.*

"My career was put on hold,
Finally starting to unfold,
Kylie and Ragey should've been told,
My ambitions cannot be controlled,
Gonna leave them both in the dust,
Relics left behind to turn to rust,
Gold tints my world,
Keeps me safe from my trouble and pain."

*Now Betsy turns from her dancers and hits the floor. An elaborate carpet has been laid out for her.*

"She's beyond me,
Talkin' 'bout Kylie,
I'll beat her, you'll see,
And take her dreams away,
What's next... Let's see...
Ooh, she's tapping,
Oh, shit, she's crapping?
Whoo! Let's try this again!"

*A smirk crosses her face as Betsy crawls slowly to her feet. Now her dancers surround her as they help her up.*

"The beast is released,
Self-doubt deceased,
Mmhmm, my skills set has been increased,
And now I finally see,
Fear has been disbanded,
My mind has been expanded,
It's a gas, knowing I'll be landed,
As entrant thirty."

*The music cuts out, and the background dancers fall back. The lights cut out, save for a single spotlight on Betsy, who has abandoned her boa and has traded it in for a gold cape. She sits on a stool as the music softens.*

"Whatever happened... To dear Rage
That decomposed, rotted out frame
Oh, how the people cried
The day that he died
But now he's back, not quite the same
Ragey, it's over
Give in to the pressure
Crawl through the soft dirt
That rests atop your grave
Psychotic nightmares
Beyond any measure
And pointless daydreams
Of Treasure, that you'll have never

Can't you just see it?

Oh OH, OOOOHHHHH"

*A harp begins to play a light melody. Betsy throws out her arms and falls backward in a trust fall. As expected, her dancers surround and catch her, gracefully placing her back on her feet. They begin to sing softly.*

"Don't dream it, be it. Don't dream it, be it."

*Betsy listens to the soft words, her eyes slipping closed and a blissful smile crossing her face. She begins to sway, before throwing out her arms and dancing sporadically. She twirls around as they continue to sing. Everyone draws in around her, grabbing for whatever piece of her they can get. She opens her eyes slowly, liquid emeralds full of lust. They continue to sing around Betsy, as she falls to her knees, lost in the words and the beautiful people all around her. It grows quieter... And suddenly, Betsy bursts out, throwing off her cape and the music bursts to life with her! Everyone forms a chorus line, centered by Betsy.*

"My my my mah mah my my my, my my my my, myyyyyy
Opponents always try in vain
To get all up in my lane
The advantage they want to gain
All they get is unbearable pain."

*The group is able to get the last verse twice when James Raven bursts onto the set. The music stops dead. Most of the dancer's shriek, either with surprise or glee. Betsy swivels around on her toes and just stares at him, waiting for him to react first. He drinks in her appearance, admiring the way the corset does its job. His eyes take their time scanning her long legs and he lets out a low whistle when he sees the stilettos. Dragging his eyes upward again, a familiar look crosses his face and he closes the distance between them and whispers in her ear. Her lips twist into a face splitting grin as her cheeks grow bright pink. She looks up at him and nods. Sliding an arm around her waist, James practically carries a giggling Betsy away, leaving behind a confused group of dancers and camera crew.*

Hood: Man, Christmas comes and even we get musical numbers...

Rockwell: Not usually my cup of tea, but not bad...

Hood: Can we get back to fighting now?

Rockwell: Sure, Hood, sure...


Tag-Team Match
Life Before Death (Lucas Thames & Mike Zybala) (1-0) vs. Wrath of the Storm (Thunder & Lightning) (0-12)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... coming towards the ring... weighing a combined 420 lbs... accompanied by Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn... here are Lucas "The Icon" Thames and Mike Zybala!!

*Battle without Honor of Humanity plays and when the drums and trumpets hit, out walks Lucas Thames and Mike Zybala, dressed for action. They are flanked by Peter Vaughn, dressed in a disheveled suit and sunglasses and making the look work, a real Orange Cassidy vibe going. Zybala and Vaughn move in slow motion to match the music and looking bad ass. Thames looks at the two and shakes his head as they slow-mo down the ramp and high five fans, who go along with the slow motion. The wrestlers slowly get in the ring and all strike slow-mo poses in the middle of the ring, except for the regular speed moving Thames.*

Rockwell: This is actually not the first time these two have teamed up, as they're currently 1-0 in the GCWA.

Hood: I have to say, I really like this tag-team.

Rockwell: ... I have to say, that's shocking to hear from you, Hood, given your feelings about Zybala.

Hood: In a tag match, we mostly have only two of the four people in the ring at a time, correct?

Rockwell: That's right.

Hood: So I only see Zybala half as much now. I will always celebrate that.

Minos: Their opponents...

*The lights suddenly dim, similar to Zybala's old trick, causing a slight scream from Hood. There's the sound of dramatic music starting up, as spotlights begin moving around the stage.*

Rockwell: What is this??

Hood: Wait, did the sponsor finally come through? Are Wrath of the Storm finally getting a good intro?

*The crowd is on their feet, wondering what's going on, as Thames & Zybala can be seen having a quick conversation, preparing for anything. The spotlights finally center on the stage, coming together to form an even brighter light. A man then slowly walks out from the back, making his way into the spotlight, and the crowd begins to cheer.*

Rockwell: Wait, is that...

Hood: Whoa! He's still alive??

*As the music begins to play, with Margaritaville displayed behind him, Jimmy Buffett begins waving to the crowd, smiling.*

Rockwell: The former owner of OCW and a music legend, Jimmy Buffett is here!!

Hood: Holy shit, he's the sponsor for Wrath of the Storm??

Rockwell: We've seen it before, Hood, the guy loves to spend money in wrestling!

*As Buffett stands in the spotlight, two men can be seen coming out from behind him. It's Thunder and Lightning, both smiling widely in their new gear as they post next to Buffett! The crowd seems to love it, even as Thunder & Lightning gesture behind them, where a few guys are coming out pushing carts... full of margaritas!!*

Minos: Accompanied by Jimmy Buffett... weighing a combined 420 lbs... from El Paso, Texas... here are Thunder & Lightning... Wrath of the Storm!!

Rockwell: Well, damn, this is stunning!

Hood: I honestly thought maybe they were making up their talk about having a sponsor the last few weeks... but it's real! Jimmy Buffett has made it to the GCWA!! And he's bringing drinks!!

Rockwell: I'm not going to complain, bring that cart over here!

Hood: Hell yes, drinking on the job!!

*One of the carts comes over to the announce table, pouring out margaritas to a very receptive Rockwell and Hood. Another cart is near the ring, as Thunder and Lightning help Jimmy Buffett up the stairs. After all, Buffett's not a young man, and he doesn't need to be falling off any more stages. Zybala moves over there as well, helping to hold the ropes, greeting Buffett as an old friend. Thames is the only one staying back, looking a tad suspicious at this turn of events.*

Rockwell: Damn, that's good...

Hood: Buffett makes some good fucking margaritas. All we need now are cheeseburgers in paradise!

*As Buffett and Zybala talk, Thunder & Lightning leave the ring again, working to get some drinks put together. They head back in, a mug in each hand. Thunder offers one to Zybala, while Lightning goes over to Thames. Zybala eagerly takes it, while Thames ignores the one that Lightning offers and grabs the one in his other hand. Lightning shrugs, having no problems with this choice. An attendant has brought Buffett his own, smaller drink, and he raises it up, making a toast with the wrestlers. They all raise their mugs and drink, to the cheers of the crowd.*

Rockwell: Somehow, out of nowhere, this has turned into a historic moment!

Hood: Hell, I'm even happy with Zybala right now. We don't need a match, let's just drink and celebrate!

Rockwell: Jimmy Buffett, in the GCWA... I would never have called it...

*Buffett nods to Zybala and makes his way slowly out of the ring, once again being aided by the other wrestlers. Thunder takes another drink of his margarita, loving it, as he talks with Zybala about his past with Buffett in OCW. Lightning has struck up a conversation with Thames about their match against each other nearly a year ago now. Thames smiles, laughing as Lightning jokes about how he was forced to tap out to All It Takes Is Five Seconds. Lightning raises his mug to him again... then darts forward, clotheslining Thames over the top rope!!! The crowd is shocked, as Zybala does a spit-take on his side of the ring. The referee, shrugging his shoulders, signals for the bell, even as Thunder grabs Zybala from behind, pulling him into a roll-up!!! The ref dives... 1... 2... and Zybala kicks out in time!!!*

Hood: Oh, man, it was almost a perfect night!!!

Rockwell: Out of nowhere, Wrath of the Storm takes the initiative!

Hood: Buffett has taught them well!

*Zybala is back up now, shoving Thunder off of him. He goes for the Superkick, but Lightning grabs him from behind, stopping Zybala's momentum! Zybala turns and nails Lightning with a right hand, before turning back... and Thunder nails him with a powerful boot to the face!! Zybala staggers back, trying to recover, as Lightning comes in from the side... hitting the Lightning Bolt (Clothesline followed by an elbow drop)!!! Thunder waves Lightning away and dives on top, trying for another cover... 1... and Thames is back in the ring, kicking Thunder in the head!! He goes after Lightning, wanting to take the man out, but the ref gets in his way, ordering Thames and Lightning to both go back to their corners. Thames does so, reluctantly, as Lightning gives him a quick pose before leaving. In the meantime, Thunder gets Zybala in a reverse chinlock on the mat, working to keep the wrestler down.*

Rockwell: Thunder and Lightning clearly had a plan tonight, which normally hasn't worked for them. But they've got a shot in this one!

Hood: We've already seen Warthog pin Zybala. C'mon, Thunder & Lightning! Tonight's the night!

*Thunder is trying to hang on, working to keep Zybala down, but Zybala is still fighting to get up. They slowly rise, with Thunder working to drag Zybala over to his partner. He manages it, tagging in Lightning, who gives Zybala a boot to the side, forcing him over. Lightning then picks Zybala up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry, preparing to throw Zybala across the ring! He lifts... and Zybala reverses it, coming off the front of Lightning and grabbing his head on the way down, getting a modified stunner!! Lightning falls backwards, out of it, as Zybala gets to his hands and knees, shaking his head clear. The crowd is cheering as Zybala rises up. Thunder grabs at Zybala from the apron, trying to hang onto him. But Zybala responds with the Superkick, sending Thunder flying!!! Zybala then staggers away, avoiding a last-second dive from Lightning and tagging in a fighting-mad Lucas Thames!!*

Hood: Well, it was fun while it lasted...

Rockwell: The best hope for Thunder & Lightning was surprise and keeping the fresh man out of the ring...

Hood: Now their best chance is to ask Jimmy Buffett to start singing...

*Lightning is backing off now, his arms raised, trying to remind Thames of the fun they were having just a few minutes ago. Thames is looking for a different kind of enjoyment now, though, grabbing hold of Lightning and taking him over with a Snap Dragon Suplex!! Thunder, clearly out of it, rolls into the ring and staggers towards Thames, but this gets him lifted up and tossd with a Snap Tiger Suplex!! Lightning's back up, rushing at Thames with another Lightning Bolt, but Thames ducks under the clothesline, then nails Lightning from behind with a Roundhouse Kick to the head!! Lightning falls to the ground, knocked senseless, as Zybala climbs the turnbuckle from the outside. He comes flying into the ring, landing right on Lightning with a Shooting Star Press!!! Lightning's hurting, even as Thunder tries to get up, only for both Thames & Zybala to grab him, delivering a double Russian leg sweep!!!*

Rockwell: Life Before Death proving that they make an extremely strong tag-team here tonight!

Hood: Damn it, ref, get Zybala out of there, he's not legal!

Rockwell: Neither is Thunder...

Hood: I don't care about that, I just want Zybala out!

*The referee apparently has already given up on this one, as he's leaning on the ropes to the outside, having a conversation with Vaughn. Possibly he's asking about getting the referee's locker room cleaned up, as Vaughn seems to be taking notes. In the ring, Thames has Thunder positioned on his knee, holding him there as Zybala goes back up the turnbuckle. Zybala doesn't waste any time, leaping off and scoring the M. Bison double stomp into Thunder's chest!!! Thunder's down and out, as Thames turns, facing off against a charging Lightning. Thames meets his charge, twisting Lightning around... and applying All It Takes Is Five Seconds (Anaconda Vice)!!!! Lightning frantically stretches his arm out towards Zybala, looking for any way out, but Zybala doesn't seem interested in helping him. After the seconds tick by, Lightning slumps in Thames' grip, with the referee coming over to check on him. He quickly makes his decision, calling for the bell and ending this one.*

Minos: Here are your winners... Lucas Thames & Mike Zybala... Life Before Death!!

Rockwell: Wrath of the Storm almost shocked the world, but Life Before Death gets another victory!

Hood: Damn, I thought they had them, I really did...

Rockwell: Still, we've still got the guy with the cart here...

Hood: Fill 'er up!!

*Hood's margarita gets refilled, as Rockwell gets his own mug ready. In the ring, Thunder has painfully rolled back in, checking on the hurting Lightning, while Thames & Zybala are joined by a celebrating Vaughn. The three men leave the ring, with Zybala stopping to once more talk with a smiling Jimmy Buffett. The music maestro doesn't seem bothered by the loss, as he is just thrilled to be there. Zybala says that they'll catch up later before leaving.*







*We cut backstage, where Deana Barrows can be seen, standing in front of a spinning lottery machine. She appears to be testing it out, waiting for the automatic function to finish before reaching in and pulling out a number. She looks at it, a little annoyed at seeing a very low number.*

The Accelerator: So you're entering the Rumble, Deana? I always thought you wanted to wrestle...

*Deana starts, guilt showing on her face for a second before turning. She sees her father, The Accelerator, rolling towards her in his wheelchair, a knowing smile on his face.*

Deana Barrows: You know I'm not a wrestler, Dad. You made sure of that by giving Jonathan and Hunter training, but not me...

The Accelerator: I was simply following your dear, sweet mother's last wishes. Maybe it was unfair, but the past is the past, as they say.

Deana Barrows: Sometimes it's not so easy to forget the past...

*There's a moment of silence between the two, although certain things are obvious no matter if the words are spoken or not.*

Deana Barrows: But no, father, I'm not entering the Rumble. I was simply testing this device you picked up for the random draw.

The Accelerator: Ahhh, yes. I got a very good deal on this machine. It's guaranteed to make sure the draw cannot be tampered with. The air conditioning inside keep all the balls at a certain temperature, the delivery device makes sure that no substitutes are entered. It's a magnificent system, wouldn't you say?

Deana Barrows: It... does seem to work well.

*Deana turns and puts back the number she had drawn, her anger showing in how quickly it gets tossed into the system.*

The Accelerator: This is going to be a fair Rumble, my dear Deana. Your Legacy friends will have the same chance as everyone else. Honestly, they probably have a more than fair shot if they work together, depending on how the luck of the draw goes. Either way, whoever wins will have more than earned a title shot.

*Ace smiles again before turning and leaving the room, making sure to get over the edge of the doorway on his way out. Deana looks at the machine again, thinking things over.*

Deana Barrows: We'll see, father. We'll see...

*Deana continues to study the lottery machine as we go back to ringside.*

Rockwell: A brilliant move by The Accelerator, I think, as he's making sure the Righteous Rumble is completely fair!

Hood: I mean, wasn't it always? I don't see the need for such an expensive contraption...

Rockwell: So you're really going to tell me that you don't think Deana was trying to rig the drawing right there?

Hood: She's a competent, intelligent owner, of course she wants to test the device out to make sure Ace hasn't tampered with it!

Rockwell: Right, because it's The Accelerator we should be worried about...


Singles Match
The Big Bifford (40-16-2) vs. Micheal Graves (3-2)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... first, approaching the ring... standing 5'11" and weighing 165 lbs... from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... 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: Graves had a hellish nightmare this past week, possibly dealing with his old self raging against him...

Hood: Yeah, the world is bad right now, but it's not zombies and demon beasts bad... yet...

Rockwell: Of course, some might say the real nightmare is facing this coming wrestler in his first match back...

Minos: And his opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 411 lbs... from Phoenix, Arizona... here is the GCWA Hall of Famer... The Big Bifford!!

*As "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio starts to play, the crowd stands for one of the more famous/infamous wrestlers in GCWA history. The Big Bifford comes out, adorned in his MAGICAL FLEECE, with Earl The Popcorn Salesman and Kenny walking behind him. The three men head for the ring, with The Big Bifford making his way into the ring by using the stairs.*

Hood: It felt like old home week, watching The Big Bifford and his crew getting chased by the police.

Rockwell: Bifford will always be up to zany, dangerous adventures... usually ending in someone dying.

Hood: Gotta love Bifford...

Rockwell: But will a man his size have a larger dose of ring rust in this one?

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go, a top newcomer taking on one of the oldest wrestlers currently signed with the GCWA!

Hood: We've seen countless Big Bifford matches over the years... but Bifford vs. a formerly male wrestler who magically got changed into a female wrester? That's a new one.

Rockwell: 2020... a year of firsts...

*The Big Bifford finishes making sure his MAGICAL FLEECE is safe before turning back to the ring... as Graves rushes at him, ramming into him with all her might!! Unfortunately, that doesn't work on Bifford, with Graves rebounding off of him and doing a roll before regaining her feet. Bifford dusts off his front, smiling, before coming forward, looking at Graves more closely. He seems confused, studying her, before asking her about being a he/she. Graves, furious, says that it wasn't his choice, then starts throwing punches, swinging away at Bifford's head!! She lands multiple shots, concentrating more on force then accuracy. Bifford, though, manages to block one shot, pulling Graves towards him and nailing her with a headbutt! Graves falls backwards, stunned, as Bifford looks a little shaken himself.*

Rockwell: Graves still tries to fight like she's her original self...

Hood: That worked last week, but against Bifford, you have to acknowledge the size difference, which is even greater now...

Rockwell: We're definitely not seeing a Grave Consequences Crucifix Powerbomb tonight.

*Bifford has grabbed hold of Graves' hair now, pulling her backwards. The ref yells a warning, saying to release the hair, with Bifford looking unsure about the rules here. As Bifford talks to the ref, Graves lashes out... scoring a low blow!! Bifford groans and stumbles over to the ropes, not falling down, as the referee tries to figure out what just happened. He has a suspicion, but nothing concrete to call for the disqualification. Graves doesn't care either way, as she runs forward and lands a roundhouse kick, leaning Bifford against the ropes! She keeps her footing and lashes out again, hitting a second roundhouse kick, causing Bifford to sag more on the ropes. Graves then tries to grab a leg, lifting, but she can't get Bifford up and over, as he fights against it.*

Hood: Is Graves testing how easy it would be to throw Bifford out?

Rockwell: If so, she's got her answer. It'll take multiple wrestlers to have a shot and getting him out of the ring. It's been done before, but it's certainly not easy.

Hood: Unless maybe you have a buffet set up nearby, get that meat sizzling to get his attention...

Rockwell: Stop giving the other wrestlers ideas, Hood...

*Giving up the attempt at 'elimination', Graves has brought The Big Bifford off the ropes. She jumps, kicking him in the chest with both feet, doing a little more damage. Bifford still hasn't gone down, though, trying to shake off the hit. Graves shakes her head, annoyed, as she runs to the ropes and comes back, clotheslining him! But Bifford just takes a step back, so Graves hits the ropes again and rushes back a second time... and Bifford catches her on the side and slams her down hard on the mat!! Graves winces in pain, holding her ribs, as Bifford gets himself back up. He grabs Graves on the way up, locking her in and landing a double arm DDT!! He makes the cover... 1... 2... and Graves kicks out in time!*

Rockwell: It takes so much to take The Big Bifford down.

Hood: So many have tried... Hall of Fame wrestlers, fast-food restaurant chains, political refugees...

Rockwell: Not to mention Bifford's son, well, maybe...

Hood: Wouldn't it be crazy if Bifford Jr was the real villain all along?

*Bifford has whipped Graves into the corner now, walking after her to keep her contained. He starts using his weight to slam back into Graves, crushing her in the corner repeatedly. The referee looks concerned, checking on Graves, but Bifford doesn't give him much of an opportunity. He lifts Graves up into the air, getting a Gorilla Press as he walks forward with her. The fans love the display of Bifford's strength. After a few more seconds, Bifford slams Graves down, smashing her into the mat. Graves lays there, hurting, but Bifford doesn't go for the cover. Instead, he goes to the ropes and comes back, going for a giant splash! But at the last second, Graves rolls aside, with Bifford missing upon landing! He lays there, gasping from the shock, while Graves uses the chance to recover.*

Rockwell: Bifford's worst enemy is always his own weight!

Hood: Ironically, it's also his greatest strength...

Rockwell: Right now, Graves has to capitalize if she wants a chance...

*Graves is up now, stomping away on Bifford's back, trying to keep him down. Bifford's still fighting to rise, though, as Graves goes to the side and grabs the ropes, using them to give him a slightly higher distance before slamming both knees into Bifford's spine!! Bifford falls flat again, as Graves smiles, enjoying the abuse being dished out. He grabs hold of Bifford's head from behind, putting a knee in his back to try and torture the heavyweight on the mat. The ref moves in to check on the submission hold, but Bifford is already fighting his way up anyway, straining against the knee in his back. Graves, sensing the change, angrily gets up, punching Bifford in the back of the head once, twice, a third time. Bifford, though, keeps shaking it off, suddenly getting up and picking up Graves on one shoulder, turning and chucking her over the ropes to the floor!!!*

Rockwell: Whoa! We might see a lot of that at the Righteous Rumble!

Hood: Bifford has obviously been practicing his tosses... either that, or he just enjoys sending people flying...

*The referee looks out of the ring, seeing that Graves is at least moving, so he starts a ten count. Graves crawls to the side, partially under the ring, as she's trying to recover. The Big Bifford is raising his arms, celebrating, which causes the referee to stop his count to tell Bifford that the match is still going. Bifford, confused, says that he won the Rumble, but the referee makes it clear that this is just a singles match. Bifford nods, saying that's just like Dean to change up OCW like that. He goes and leaves the ring, making sure to step through the ropes just in case. He carefully gets off the apron and gets over to Graves, pulling her out from the ring... and she snaps up with a steel chair, smacking him in the head!! The ref immediately signals for the bell, calling this one, as Graves rears back to swing again!*

Minos: Here is your winner, via Disqualification... The Big Bifford!!

Rockwell: Graves couldn't control herself!

Hood: Hey, using a weapon against Bifford can be the way to go, although it won't get you a win...

Rockwell: I think Graves is sacrificing this match to take Bifford out of the Rumble!

*Bifford's down on one knee, stunned, as Graves comes around, preparing for another shot to the back. But Earl The Popcorn Salesman is there, grabbing at the chair. Graves pulls it away, then turns, ramming the chair into Earl's ribs!! Earl falls back into Kenny's arms, the two men falling over, as Graves turns back to Bifford and goes to swing again. But this time, Bifford swings, punching the chair away from her!! Graves looks over at where the chair landed, then stares back at Bifford as the monster rises up. Furious, he begins to stalk Graves, backing her up.*

Rockwell: Uh oh...

Hood: Now Bifford might be the one getting rid of Rumble competition!

*Graves reaches the barricade, looking left and right as Bifford closes in. She then turns away for a second, before coming back towards Bifford, setting for the Poison Mist!! Bifford, having lived through so much, reads the signs, and quickly grabs to his right... pulling a surprised Kenny into the way!! The Poison Mist blasts Kenny full in the face, blinding him and causing him to scream in apparent agony!!! Bifford moves Kenny to the side, his concern ending there as he goes back towards Graves... but Graves has disappeared into the crowd, out of range! Bifford, annoyed, shakes his head as he turns back and checks on his injured man. Earl thanks him for his concern, with Bifford helping Earl up off the ground. They start heading away, as the ref goes out to try and help Kenny.*

Rockwell: A crazy ending there...

Hood: Hope Kenny's okay! He'll need to be a human shield next week as well...

Rockwell: Will these two meet again in the Rumble?

*We focus on Earl and Bifford departing, with Earl seeming to ask about Kenny. Bifford asks who he's talking about as they depart up the ramp.*







*A person wearing armor and a helmet similar to that of a Mandalorian from Star Wars appears at the entrance ramp. The fans are unsure of who or what he is, but the Star Wars nerds give him a huge pop. He hops effortlessly unto the ring apron and then positions himself in the center of the ring. He speaks in a muffled voice.*

DEATHBRINGER: I've traveled the all over in search of the answers that will lead to the path of righteousness and I find myself in the Galactic Chamionship Wrestling Alliance. This place has the most diverse talent in all the Universe. Your champion is a Raven. Your most dangerous participant is Bifford the Hut. You have Greek Gods and Natural phenomenon ( Lightning, Thunder and Blue Thunder). You have a Space Lord and a Cosmic Cowboy. And then you have the most vile, disgusting, smelly, evil alien in all of the land. Mike Zybala. I've come here to battle you all, and to prove my worth as the best fighter in all of the galaxy.

*Valis looks up to the ceiling and begins to fly upwards and disappears into the rafters.*

Rockwell: What the hell was that about??

Hood: Is Deathbringer in the Rumble?

Rockwell: I mean... he didn't fully say... but it seems likely...

Hood: Weapons are allowed in Rumbles, right? That ability to fly would be hard to defeat....


#30 Entrant Into Righteous Rumble Triple Threat Match
Betsy Granger (1-0) vs. Kylie Moore (1-0) vs. Raging Dead (1-0)

Minos: Our next contest is a Triple Threat match, with the winner being able to choose their entry into the Righteous Rumble!

Rockwell: From what I hear, Raging Dead wants to enter first, while Granger and Moore both want the #30 spot.

Hood: Raging Dead is officially a moron...

Rockwell: Some people live for the challenge, although I guess we can't say that about Raging Dead...

Minos: Introducing first, weighing in at 125 pounds and fighting out of Las Vegas, Nevada... KYYYYYLIIIIIEEEEE MOOOOOOOORE!!!

*"Cool for the Summer" by Demi Lovato begins to play, and Kylie Moore makes her way out through the black curtain to the stage. The MMA fighter makes her way down the ramp, quickly entering the ring and beginning to warm up in the far corner.

Rockwell: Kylie has had plenty to say about fellow GCWA newcomer and Righteous Rumble participant, Betsy Granger.

Hood: She'll get her chance to act on some of those words here tonight, and try to earn herself the last entry in the Rumble.

Demi Lovato fades out, as the next competitor is introduced.

Minos: And her opponent, weighing in at 130 pounds and training out of Toronto, Ontario, Canada... The Impossible Traveller, Il Viadante... BETSSYYYYYYYY GRAAAAAAAANGERRRRR!

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 slaps hands with fans along the way before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. She bounces back up to her feet quickly and hops into every corner, climbing up the rope to play with the crowd a little more. When she's finished, she starts to pace around the ring, stretching and getting her game face ready.

Rockwell: Betsy has a chance to be the gatekeeper in the rumble. If she wins the 30th entry, nobody is getting a title shot with James Raven unless they get through her.

Hood: It would be a nice insurance policy for Legacy, that's for sure.

Betsy eyes Kylie as we await our final star.

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

"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.

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: There's a lot of hype around this guy as he begins his GCWA career.

Hood: He scares me.

The three stars stare at each other as the referee gives some final instructions, and gets us underway!

*At the opening bell, the three competitors remain rooted in their corners eyeing each other down. Kylie Moore moves first, taking a step towards Betsy Granger who looks more than ready to engage. Raging Dead steps back into his corner, happy to observe his opposition. Betsy and Kylie Moore lock up, Betsy kneeing Kylie in the midsection and doubling her over. Betsy quickly tosses Kylie headfirst into the corner, then takes a few steps backwards into the middle of the mat to set up a running knee. Before Granger can charge, Raging Dead lunges and wraps her in a tight sleeper hold! Betsy grabs at his arm, trying to pull it from around her neck, but Raging Dead shakes her viciously from side to side!*

Rockwell: He looks like a pit bull shaking a toy!

Hood: Yeaaaaah. That's not looking good for Granger.

*Kylie Moore staggers to her feet in the corner and turns to face Raging Dead, who realizes he's better served focusing on a new target and drops Betsy to the canvas in a heap. Granger grabs at her neck and gasps for breath as Raging Dead charges towards Kylie in the corner and throws a heavy big boot that catches her clean across the jaw! Moore drops to a knee, clutching the middle rope for support as Raging Dead hooks an arm around a kneeling Kylies neck and drags her to the middle of the mat... DDT! Raging Dead bounces Moore's skull off the canvas, and she looks concussed!*

Rockwell: Raging Dead looks like he's primed to run through both of these women and claim the 30th entry to the Righteous Rumble for himself!

Hood: He rolls Kylie over to make the cover!

*The referee slides into position to make the count, but before he can slap the mat a single time Betsy Granger springs back into action and drops an elbow into the small of Raging Dead's back to break up the pin! Raging Dead rolls off of Kylie and up to his feet, turning to face Betsy who looks ready for a second shot to tangle with the Ozone Park, New York native. Raging Dead smirks confidently as he reaches to tie up with Granger for a second time, but Betsy ducks underneath his arm and charges off the far ropes! She slingshots herself back at Raging Dead, leaping into the air and blasting him with a flying knee! Raging Dead looks stunned as Betsy unleashed a few knife edge chops to his chest, backing him up against the ring ropes! Betsy backs up, ready to charge Raging Dead with another flying knee... but Kylie Moore inserts herself!*

Rockwell: Superkick!

Hood: Kylie Moore hits Raging Dead with a vicious superkick, flipping him backwards over the top rope!

*Raging Dead tumbles awkwardly to the floor, landing in a heap as the fans gasp in shock and horror. In the ring, Betsy and Kylie Moore share a satisfied look before realizing they're alone in the ring, and have a chance to back up their claims about each other from earlier in the week. The fans cheer wildly as Kylie and "Il Viandante" begin to circle each other, each wary of the other's skill. Betsy moves first, forcing Kylie Moore into a single collar clinch before trying to isolate the arm and twist Kylie into a hammerlock. Kylie shakes herself free from Betsy's grasp and ducks low, catching Granger with a leg sweep and dropping her flat on her back. Kylie dives on Betsy's legs, trying to quickly apply an ankle lock! Betsy uses her free leg to kick wildly at Kylie, but Kylie is still fighting for the submission! Finally Granger rolls away from Moore and back to her feet, Kylie standing alongside her before the two begin to circle again. Betsy once more moves to tie up first, this time getting a firm grip on Kylies wrist before shooting her across the ring and into the corner! Betsy makes her way in front of Kyle, winding up and delivering a brutal backhanded chop that echoes through the GCWA Arena!*

Rockwell: That looks like it hurt.

Hood: Looked? It sounded like it hurt. Granger is definitely doing her best to send a message here!

Rockwell: Of course she is! She wants that 30th entry in the Righteous Rumble!

*Betsy winds up for another chop, but in a flash Kylie practically jumps through the ropes from the corner to the apron. She grabs hold of a fistful of Betsy's hair, then drops to the floor snapping Grangers neck down across the top rope! Betsy goes flipping backwards to the middle of the canvas as Moore stands on the floor, looking extremely pleased with herself. She prepares to slide into the ring... but Raging Dead is on his feet! He slides behind Kylie, wrapping his arms around Moore's waist! Raging Dead suplexes Kylie, releasing her midair and sending her flying into the fan barricade! The Dallas crowd explodes as Kylie Moore lays motionless on the floor, and Raging Dead slides quickly into the ring and rolls Betsy over, making the cover! ONE... TW- Betsy kicks out!*

Rockwell: Raging Dead nearly snuck this one out, there!

Hood: Objectively; that wasn't even close, buddy.

*Raging Dead drags Betsy up to her feet, spinning her around to face the other direction. Raging Dead rears back, looking for a Shockwave superkick to the back of her head, but Betsy is aware enough to dive out of the way just in time to avoid decapitation. She scrambles back to her feet as Raging Dead advances on her and reaches out... but Betsy grabs his wrist and leaps into the air, wrapping her legs tightly around Raging Dead and pulling him down to the mat! Betsy Granger pulled guard! She works her legs up Raging Deads torso, then throws one around his head and over his face!*

Rockwell: Armbar! Betsy Granger caught Raging Dead in an armbar!

Hood: Christ that was fast! She transitioned to that... so fast... she makes fast peoples look... not fast.

Rockwell: Excellent analysis, partner.

*Raging Dead tries to pull his arm free, but Granger has the clamp on. He begins to yank wildly, but still doesn't have the power to escape with sheer strength! He grimaces as Betsy begins to adjust her grip, and roll for a better position! *

Rockwell: Hang on! Kylie Moore!

Hood: She's climbing the turnbuckle!

Rockwell: She's on the top rope!

Hood: 450 Splash!

*Kylie flips through the air landing directly atop Betsy and Raging Dead! Granger releases her armbar and rolls out from underneath Kylie, but Moore is still draped over a motionless Raging Dead and the referee notices! He's counting it! ONE... TWO... T- Kickout by Raging Dead! He gets a shoulder up, shoving Kylie off of him and crawling to the nearest corner to use the ropes to drag himself back up to his feet.*

Rockwell: Moore hit Betsy and Raging Dead, and broke up the submission, but she may have done more damage to herself than either of her opponents there.

Hood: All three are back on their feet. This is about to get good...

*Raging Dead moves towards Moore but Betsy uses the ropes to slingshot herself across the ring with an elbow strike that catches Raging Dead on the side of the skull. Crimson begins to seep through his hair, matting it down to his head. Raging Dead was busted open with that elbow strike! He drops to a knee as Betsy turns her attention to Kylie Moore, hitting her with a low leg kick to immobilize before... GALACTIC ADVANTAGE! A snapmare driver from Betsy Granger and Kylie Moore might be out cold!! Betsy pops up on her knees with a wide smile, looking out at the crowd and hitting a quick dab before making the cover! ONE...*

Rockwell: Raging Dead grabs Betsy from behind, dragging her off of Kylie!

Hood: He tosses her through the ring ropes, kicking her to the floor below!

*Raging Dead dives atop Kylie Moore, who is still motionless. ONE... TWO... THREE!*

DING-DING-DING!

Rockwell: That's it! Raging Dead steals the win from right underneath Betsy Granger's nose!

Hood: Betsy is NOT happy. She's standing outside the ring with her hands on her hips, and she's got to be wondering if that dab cost her valuable time. She should have gone for the pin!

*Raging Dead stands up off of Kylie Moore, allowing the referee to raise his hand in victory.*

Minos: The winner of this match... and your first entrant to the Righteous Rrrrrrrumble... RAAAAAAAAGING! DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!

*Betsy shakes her head in disgust, her plans to help Legacy and protect James Ravens World Heavyweight title now needing some serious reconstruction. She makes her way up the ramp, disappearing backstage as two medics appear and rush towards the ring to check on Kylie Moore. Raging Dead climbs the turnbuckles, raising his arms above his head in celebration before we begin to slowly fade out.*

Rockwell: He looks awfully pleased with himself.

Hood: He should be... except he screwed it all up by not taking #30!!

*As Raging Dead comes off the turnbuckle, we fade to commercial.*







*We come back from the break with Deana Barrows standing in the locker room of Legacy. Warstein looks pissed off, while James Raven is just sitting back, shaking his head. Noah Jackson and Jackson Hart are off in the corner, discussing their next ghost-hunting experience. Deana is in the midst of trying to calm everyone down.*

Deana Barrows: I know what I promised you guys, but this machine... it's going to be hard to get around...

*Warstein angrily throws a mug across the room, and we hear it shatter in the distance. Why did he have a mug? Well, we aren't privy to that kind of information. Barrows sees it crash, then thinks for a moment.*

Deana Barrows: Look, there are other ways to work this... and I think I've got an idea. I'll just have to talk to a few more people... just leave it to me. And Raven? Just concentrate on Mack.

*Deana turns and walks away, leaving Legacy behind for now.*

Rockwell: Uh oh... sounds like Deana might be working on another plan...

Hood: The smartest lady in wrestling, right there!

Rockwell: I guess we'll see, as Ace made that lottery machine sound practically infallible.

Hood: Things like that are made to be broken...


GCWA World Television Title Match
E.W. Montgomery(c) (6-0) vs. Enforcer (11-8)

Minos: The next contest is set for one fall, and will be for the GCWA World Television Title!! Introducing first... standing 6'4" and weighing 275 lbs... from Brooklyn, New York... accompanied by Justice Cross... here is The Enforcer!!

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

Rockwell: This match is going to be a real hoss fight.

Hood: I didn't know this match had a stipulation.

Rockwell: It doesn't.

Hood: You just said it is a Hoss fight, I'm assuming it is some sort of German match.

Rockwell: That is HAUS, I said hoss, meaning two big bulls.

Hood: Speaking of bulls, here comes E.W. Montgomery.

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'5" and weighing 337 lbs... from El Dorado, Arkansas... accompanied by his manager, Christopher J. Wrigley... here is the GCWA World Television Champion... E.W. Montgomery!!

*The lights in the arena go completely black as the opening thundering drums of "Kong at the Gates" by the Misfits begins to echo throughout the entire arena. A single spotlight shines down upon the entrance portal, but doesn't stand as he normally does. Instead, E.W. runs down the entrance ramp pulling his walkout attire off and tossing the Television title to Wrigley as he slides under the bottom rope and charges at Enforcer. The bell immediately rings.*

Rockwell: Wow! Montgomery going right after the former champ!

Hood: He wants to make sure he's keeping that World Television Title he cares so much about!

*Enforcer is waiting on him and the two massive men meet in the middle of the ring exchanging lefts and rights. E.W. begins to get the upper hand driving Enforcer back into the corner. E.W. grabs Enforcer and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner, but Enforcer reverses and sends E.W. into the turnbuckle. E.W. hits hard and staggers out and Enforcer charges and drops E.W. with a shoulder tackle. E.W. hits the mat hard and rolls out of the ring. We can see Christopher J. Wrigley, clutching the World TV Title to his chest, his eyes wide at how this match is already going.*

Rockwell: NOW THAT IS HOSS ACTION!

Hood: Like two rams slamming their heads together. Think those things get CTE?

Rockwell: I'm going to ignore that Hood.

*E.W. tries to shake the cobwebs loose, but Enforcer is hot on the trail as he rolls out of the ring. Enforcer grabs E.W.'s shoulder and spins him around and lands a big right hand to E.W. E.W. staggers back against the post of the ring and Enforcer charges again with a shoulder, but Wrigley grabs E.W.'s arm and pulls him out of the way and Enforcer hits the post with his shoulder. Enforcer grabs his shoulder in pain, and Wrigley points E.W. in the right direction and lets him loose. E.W. charges with a big shoulder block of his own that connects to Enforcer and knocks him to the ground with a hard thud. E.W. throws his hands up in the air and starts screaming at the crowd and at Justice, when Enforcer who is still on the ground grabs E.W.'s leg and trips him to the ground. Enforcer quickly mounts E.W. and beings hammering away with right hands.*

Rockwell: If these guys aren't careful they will get counted out.

Hood: A count out, come on, be realistic.

5...

6...

*Enforcer notices the count and jumps off of E.W. and rolls back into the ring.

7...

8...

*E.W. rolls back into the ring himself and quickly climbs to his feet, but Enforcer is there to meet him with a hard right hand that knocks E.W. into the ropes. Enforcer charges in, and E.W. drops his shoulder with a sloppy back drop over the top rope. Enforcer lands on his feet though on the apron and grabs E.W. by the head. Enforcer runs down the apron dragging E.W. to the corner and slams E.W.'S head into the turnbuckle. E.W. staggers back falling to one knee and Enforcer quickly climbs the turnbuckles. As E.W. gets to his feet Enforcer leaps off the top rope and nails a cross body block on E.W. dropping E.W. to the mat and hooking the leg for the pin.*

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Rockwell: I can't believe Enforcer just dove off the top rope like that. The big men normally stay off the top rope.

Hood: Imagine if The Big Bifford did something like that.

Rockwell: I don't know if the ropes could hold him.

*As the two men get to their feet Enforcer grabs E.W. by the head, but E.W. quickly throws his hands off and delivers a kick to the midsection of Enforcer followed up by a hard chop. Enforcer winces in pain but then gets angry and fires back a big chop of his own across the massive chest of Montgomery. E.W. takes a few steps back, clutching his chest. Enforcer sticks his chest out and yells at Montgomery to do it again. E.W. obliges and steps forward with another chop across the chest of Enforcer. Enforcer takes it and shows pain but returns with a chop of his own. E.W. and Enforcer begin trading chops back and forth, both men sticking out their chest and eating the chops.*

Hood: Now why would someone do that? Why would you just stand there and let someone chop you?

Rockwell: Well, I believe it is a matter of pride.

Hood: Seems like a matter of stupidity to me.

*E.W. takes a chop and staggers back. Montgomery steps forward but instead of a chop he delivers a kick to the stomach of Enforcer. Enforcer doubles over and E.W. continues the assault with a clubbing forearm across the back of Enforcer. E.W. then grabs a headlock and wrenches on the neck of Enforcer. Enforcer responds with a forearm to the ribs of E.W. and then grabbing a waist lock on E.W. Enforcer runs Montgomery into the ropes and shoots him off across the ring. E.W. hits the opposite ropes and comes back right into a back elbow from Enforcer. The elbow sends E.W. staggering backwards where he hits the ropes with less impact but comes back again right into a scoop slam from Enforcer.*

Rockwell: These two men are beating each other senseless.

Hood: Not like E.W. Montgomery had a lot of sense to begin with.

Rockwell: It looks like Enforcer is favoring that shoulder he hurt earlier after the strain of that slam and that impact on the elbow.

*Enforcer shakes his arm and moves it around getting the feeling back in it. Enforcer moves to E.W. but E.W. fires a shot to the midsection of Enforcer knocking Enforcer back a step. Enforcer steps forward with a thrust kick to the chest of E.W. knocking him down. E.W. rolls under the bottom rope to the apron. Enforcer reaches over the top rope and grabs E.W. by the head pulling him up, but E.W. grabs Enforcer's arm and drops down off the apron dropping Enforcers arm across the rope. Enforcer drops back, hurting, as Montgomery takes a few deep breaths, with Wrigley cautiously cheering him on, still holding the gold.*

Rockwell: Well that move showed some smarts by E.W. Montgomery.

Hood: Even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometimes.

Rockwell: Is that a blind joke at E.W.'s expense.

Hood: No, just an applicable saying.

*E.W. rolls back into the ring as Enforcer has back into the corner holding his shoulder. E.W. moves in but Enforcer steps forward kicking E.W. in the stomach. Enforcer grabs E.W., but E.W. counters, grabbing Enforcers arm, spinning under into a wrist lock and then pulling Enforcer in and shoulder blocking the injured arm of Enforcer. E.W. holds onto the arm and pulls Enforcer into the corner and slams Enforcer's arm across the top turnbuckle. Enforcer falls to his knee in the corner and E.W. hops out of the ring and grabs Enforcer's bad arm, pulling Enforcer between the turnbuckles and his shoulder into the post. E.W. then swings Enforcer's arm as hard as he can wrapping the arm around the post. Enforcer rolls back to the middle of the ring clutching his arm while E.W. yells at the crowd while getting back in the ring.*

Hood: E.W. Montgomery is focused on that arm now.

Rockwell: Take away the power of Enforcer and you take away a big part of his arsenal.

Hood: E.W. must have SEEN a chink in the armor.

Rockwell: Is that another sight pun?

*Enforcer has sat up, but E.W. is back in the ring and hits a Big Ol'e Size 16 Boot to the arm of Enforcer. Enforcer falls to the mat and E.W. begins to stomp him. E.W. stomps away and Enforcer tries rolling away as he rolls into the corner, but E.W. won't stop stomping until the referee get between them threatening to disqualify E.W. E.W. pushes the Referee aside as Enforcer pulls himself up. E.W. steps in and Enforcer nails a right hand that staggers E.W. back. Enforcer charges from the corner, but E.W. catches Enforcer and spins him upside down and drops Enforcer across his knee in a shoulder breaker. E.W. goes for a pin.*

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Rockwell: Impressive display of power and knowledge by E.W. Montgomery, using Enforcer's own momentum against him.

Hood: E.W. saw him coming.

Rockwell: Will you stop?

*Out of frustration E.W. begins punching the arm of Enforcer, swinging like a wild savage. E.W. grab Enforcer's arm and pulls him up to his feet. E.W. pulls Enforcer's arm behind his head and sets up for the Kali-Ma (heart punch), but Enforcer throws a knee into the stomach of Montgomery. E.W. loses his grip on Enforcer, and Enforcer continues with a facebreaker knee smash. Enforcer stays on the attack and hooks E.W. for a suplex, but as he lifts him his arm gives out and he drops Montgomery. E.W. lands on his feet and Enforcer holds his arm. E.W. goes for a wild blow, but Enforcer ducks and charges off the ropes. E.W. spins around only to be caught with a spear by Enforcer. Both men go down, E.W. with the wind knocked out of him and Enforcer clutching his arm.*

Rockwell: Enforcer can't seem to capitalize on the spear because of the pain in his arm.

Hood: With the power of hindsight, I bet Enforcer would take that move back.

Rockwell: Please, dear God, no more sight jokes.

*Both men get to their feet and E.W. swings a wild blow that lands on the head of Enforcer. Enforce strikes back with a big right of his own. The two massive men trade blows back and forth and this time Enforcer get the upperhand and drives E.W. back into the ropes. Enforcer grabs E.W. and shoots him off the ropes, but E.W. reverses sending Enforcer into the ropes. E.W. charges in going for Welcome to the Slaughterhouse as Enforcer comes off the ropes, but Enforcer ducks under and catches E.W. in the Omerta (Katahajime).*

Rockwell: Enforcer has E.W. Montgomery hooked in the middle of the ring in the Omerta.

Hood: Enforcer is LOOKING like he is in control here.

*E.W. struggles in the hold, but eventually starts clubbing away wildly at the hurt arm of Enforcer, which works to loosen the grip of Enforcer .E.W. then stomps his foot down onto the toes of Enforcer, which finally breaks the hold. E.W. charges into the ropes and comes back with the Big Ol'e Size 16 Boot to the face that drops Enforcer. E.W. staggers to the corner, and waits for Enforcer to start getting up as he yells at Wrigley to tell him when.*

Rockwell: Looks like E.W. is getting ready t welcome Enforcer to the slaughterhouse.

Hood: E.W. Montgomery has Enforcer in his sights.

*As Enforcer gets to his feet Wrigley yells "now, now, go". E.W. charges with another lariat attempt, but once again Enforcer ducks and grabs a waist lock on E.W. this time. Enforcer lifts Montgomery up and dumps him backwards with a German suplex. Enforcer holds onto the waist lock and lifts E.W. up again but transitions from the waist lock back into the Omerta (Katahajime).*

Rockwell: Enforcer has locked in Omerta.

Hood: I... I... I can't think of a vision pun.

Rockwell: Enforcer is on a vision quest to get the Television title back and to do it with Omerta.

Hood: DAMN IT! Why didn't I think of that one?

*E.W. appears to be fading when Wrigley jumps onto the apron holding the Television title in his hand. The Referee turns his attention to Wrigley, allowing E.W. to swing his leg backwards between Enforcers legs for a low blow. Justice grabs Wrigley and pulls him off the apron to the ground. Wrigley slides the Television title into the ring, and the Referee doesn't see it as he is distracted by the seconds outside. Justice slaps Wrigley across the face dropping him to the ground.*

Rockwell: Justice just slapped the taste out of Wrigley's mouth.

Hood: Wrigley doesn't LOOK so good after that one.

*With the Referee still distracted by everything on the outside, and Enforcer holding himself after the low blow, E.W. feels around the mat until he feels the Television championship. E.W. picks the belt up and turns, swinging it wildly, but completely misses Enforcer as Enforcer manages to dodge the blow. E.W. spins in a complete 360 and is met with a big kick to the stomach as he turns back to face Enforcer. E.W. drops the belt to the mat and Enforcer hooks E.W. and drops him with the Death Penalty (DDT) onto the belt. Enforcer slides the belt out of the ring and makes the pin as Justice yells at the Referee to turn around. The Ref turns and sees the pin.*

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Minos: Here is your winner... and the Three-Time GCWA World Television Champion... Enforcer!!

Hood: Wow! Can you call the former champ beating the new champ an upset? Because that's how this feels!

Rockwell: It was a hell of a fight, I just wish the World Television Title wouldn't have come into play at the end there, as Montgomery landed right on it!

Hood: He didn't see it coming, but I did!

Rockwell: Ugh...

*Enforcer and Justice are quickly getting out of there, as E.W. Montgomery is starting to recover. He grabs at the first person he sees, with Wrigley screaming in terror. We cut out.*







*We come back from the break as we see the Hell In A Cell cage lowering from the ceiling. It swings back and forth dangerously for a moment before they re-center it, getting it locked down over the ring.*

Rockwell: It's time for history to be made! Hell In A Cell on an Inferno!

Hood: And with that, I'll see you later, Adrian!

Rockwell: Hood?! Sit your ass down, turkey!!

Hood: But I... I mean, you see what happens in these matches. Someone always falls through the announce table from a great height, and no one ever cares how badly injured the announcers are!

Rockwell: We'll see what happens, Hood, but just be ready to run, and you'll be okay!

Hood: I'm ready to run NOW!


GCWA Hell In A Cell World Tag-Team Titles Match
Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders(c) (1-0) vs. The Sins of the Fathers (7-3)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening... this match is scheduled for one fall inside Hell In A Cell, and will be for the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles!!

*Loud pop from the crowd, as they're ready for some bloodshed.*

*An air raid siren is heard loudly throughout the arena startling the fans and as the lights go out, green and red spotlights move around the arena. The intro to Metallica's "One" begins to play as the sound of gunfire and bombs fills the arena with pyro and fire going off here and there, giving the crowd a full battlefield type feel. A spotlight hits the side of the entrance and there we see a camouflaged tank making its way into the arena!*

Hood: Holy shit a tank! Hit a bunker! Run for your lives! Women and good-looking announcers first!

Rockwell: Calm down Hood, look again!

*"Sins of the Fathers" is displayed on the big screen but then gets spray painted by a large green X. The crowd cheer loudly as Paco "The Drinking Time Bomb" Perez is seen leading the troops into the arena from the 'smoking' tank. Paula and Vanessa ride on the tank sporting the "DX" flags while from behind the tank come two jeeps, flanking it at each side. On one you have the Outsiders Tag Team Champions of the Yard, the Malvado Brothers along with the two men responsible for Marcus' training in his young career, Incognito and Suicidal Juvenal. On the other you see Marcus Ka'Derrion and Xavier Lux*.

Rockwell: As expected Hood, The Sins of the Fathers are coming fully prepared to this final battle!

Hood: This it for them, they are about to go full metal jacket on the champs!

*They all jump out of their vehicles and head down the ramp being led by General Paco*

Minos: Introducing first, the challengers; being lead to the ring by their manager Paco "The Drinking Time Bomb" Perez, and accompanied by the not that degenerate army, at a total combined weight of 445lbs...the team of "Venom" Xavier Lux and GCWA Hall of Famer, "The Prince of Pain" Marcus Ka'Derrion... Sins of the Fathers!

Hood: That is a hell of a long introduction, imagine if they were still the champs.

Rockwell: Minos has the lungs for it, don't worry.

*Marcus and Xavier get a few last-minute instructions from their general before getting inside the cage. The rest of the troops walk around the cage and stand at ease, waiting for the enemy.*

Minos: Their opponents... weighing a combined 520 lbs... representing the Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders... here are the GCWA Tag-Team Champions of the World... Dark Lord & Madness!!

*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 shoulders and a look of confidence on their faces.*

Hood: The champs are here... and darkness has really suited them...

Rockwell: They went to war this week with Santa Claus, a pretty crazy adventure that, well, has me worried I'm not getting anything under the tree this year.

Hood: Eh, I'm sure they have back-ups for that sort of thing... at least, I hope they do...

*The Desolator crew marches down towards the caged ring, taking note of the tank sitting in their way and working around it. The allies of the Sins of the Fathers take positions near the cage, watching and waiting, as Dark Lord and Madness start to head into the ring. But suddenly, the two men stop and reach out, grabbing the cage door and slamming it closed!! Ka'Derrion & Lux, confused, step forward, even as Dark Lord & Madness turn and point in either direction. Marshall, Major Flavor, and Sargent Snake charge to the left, attacking Suicidal Juvenal, Paula & Vanessa, while Rodman, Strangler, and Masher go right, brawling with Incognito & The Malvados!! Dark Lord and Madness rush to join in, as Ka'Derrion & Lux furiously start kicking at the cell door, trying to break the lock!*

Rockwell: We've got a melee right from the get-go!!

Hood: I knew it!! *Sound of headset being thrown down*

Rockwell: Stand your ground, Hood, damn it!

*It's utter chaos around ringside, as Juvenal is hanging onto the shoulders of Terry Marshall, punching away at him. We see Dark Lord grabbing Paula from behind, dragging her away from Major Flavor. Sargent Snake has hold of Vanessa, swinging her around. On the other side, Incognito has Rodman in a headlock, punching away. Strangler & Masher are enjoying themselves, striking away with the Malvado Brothers, who are yelling in Spanish. Paco has taken shelter near the tank, hiding. In the cell, Ka'Derrion & Lux are still trying to break their way free to join in, working as a team to kick at the door. One final strike causes the cell door to pop off its hinges, allowing the Sins of the Fathers to spill out into the melee!*

Rockwell: And now there's even more fighting going on, as Ka'Derrion and Lux join in! I've lost my broadcast partner, he's somewhere in the crowd. Hope they don't eat him alive out there. But I'll do my best on my own to keep talking about everything going on...

*Ka'Derrion rushes towards one side of the melee, seemingly heading towards Madness. Strangler blocks him, though, happy to dish out (and receive) some punishment. He attacks, swinging wildly, but Ka'Derrion ducks under it, then twists, catching Strangler by surprise and lifting him up to deliver The Prince of Pain (Crucifix Powerbomb)!!! Ka'Derrion gets up and Madness hits him from behind, taking advantage of the situation. On the other side, Lux opts to scale up part of the cage, climbing like he's done it all his life. He gets to a certain height and looks back to where Dark Lord, Marshall, and the rest are looking up at him, then leaps off, flipping backwards into a shooting star press variation, crashing into everyone!! Bodies go flying everywhere, as the crowd is loving it.*

Rockwell: I don't think this match has even officially gotten started yet, but we've definitely got a hell of a fight going on! Still, the only way for Ka'Derrion & Lux to reclaim the belts would be to get Dark Lord & Madness into the ring and pin one of them! I don't know if that's going to be possible without a lot of bloodshed.

*Lux is back up now, slugging away on Dark Lord, who is trying to withstand the assault. We see Marshall get up behind Lux, going to nail him, only to get grabbed by Vanessa. Marshall shrugs her off, sending Vanessa smashing back into the barricade! Marshall turns and looks, shocked by what just happened. No more so than Lux, though, who spins around and goes after Marshall, enraged! On the other side, Ka'Derrion and Incognito are working together against S & M, kicking away at them, while the Malvado Brothers are trying to regroup, checking on each other. They turn and head back in to help, grabbing a couple of weapons from the crowd along the way.*

Rockwell: Okay, people are starting to get a little closer to the table... maybe Hood had the right idea. No, no, I can't think that way. I'm a former wrestler, damn it, I'll make it!

*As the brawl continues, we see Paco inching up onto the tank, as if thinking that he can be safe inside. He starts to slide in, but First Mate Rodman is suddenly there, grabbing at Paco from behind! Paco tries to pull free, but Rodman attacks, with the two men managing to fall partially into the tank as they struggle against each other. Out of nowhere, the tank starts surging forward, as the wrong control is stepped on or kicked!! The tank rumbles the rest of the way down the aisle, with wrestler after wrestler frantically leaping out of the way. The long gun of the tank crashes into the side of the Hell in a Cell, smashing it inwards... and the cell begins to fall apart, pieces tumbling every which way!!*

Rockwell: Oh fuck, OH FUCK!!!

*Video captures Rockwell diving under the announce table, just as a side of the cage wall falls on top. We see members of both the Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders and the Sins of the Fathers taking hits from the tumbling cage sides, as they fall in all directions. Some GCWA Security guards bravely take the hit to keep the walls from making it to the crowd, earning their paychecks for sure this week. Screams can be heard as everything appears to have fallen apart. The referee who was supposed to be in charge of counting the pin is shown underneath a crossbeam, not moving. As wrestlers begin to dig out their friends, we cut away.*



*In the back, we see both Deana Barrows and The Accelerator next to each other, both with their mouths open. Deana turns and looks at her father, speechless.*

The Accelerator: Ummm... yeah, I've got nothing...

Deana Barrows: This... this is a disaster!!

The Accelerator: We don't agree on much anymore, Deana, but yep, this really sucks.

Deana Barrows: This is all your fault! Setting up such a match right before a PPV!

The Accelerator: Hey, the fans wanted to see it... in fact, the fans STILL want to see it...

*Deana fumes for a few moments, then calms herself down.*

Deana Barrows: Fine. They want to see it? We'll move the match to the Pay-Per-View. A final Hell In A Cell match between two rival teams should be on the big event, anyway. And this time, we'll take greater precautions...

The Accelerator: Like maybe no tank?

Deana Barrows: Definitely no tank...

*The Accelerator nods, as Deana turns and leaves the room, intent on something else. Ace sits forward, studying the destruction. He can't help but smile.*

The Accelerator: Gotta love a war...

*The Accelerator sits back again as we slowly fade out.*


OOC: The show is up!! A little bit late, true, but we're still ready to head towards the Righteous Rumble! Thanks to Outcast and Raven for writing up some matches, as well as the few of you who sent in segments. Looking forward to next Sunday!

GCWA Presents - The Righteous Rumble!

LIVE! Sunday, December 20th, 2020

From the Hy-Vee Arena, Kansas City, Missouri

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

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

The Righteous Rumble

Main Event

James Raven(c) vs. Mack O'Connor, GCWA World Heavyweight Title match

Roleplaying will be from Friday, December 11th to Thursday, December 17th, giving you 7 days to post your two roleplays Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count. You may only post one roleplay per day for the title matches.

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

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

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

Good luck to all!