Friday Night Inferno

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

*It's still the craziest time in America, as we prepare to end one Presidency and begin a new one. Hopefully we all survive the coming weeks, so we can all come together and hate on our government officials together. For now, you'll have to stick with the things that always remain true: death, taxes, and the GCWA!*

*As the GCWA logo fades away after a brief appearance, we see a few wrestling images start to shoot across the screen. Shots of GCWA World Heavyweight Champion Mack O'Connor loom large in the clips. We also see North American Champion Shawn Warstein, Unified X-Division Champion Outcast, GCWA World Television Champion The Enforcer, and the GCWA World Tag-Team Champs, The Sins of the Fathers. *

Voice: As the new year begins to take shape, every champion finds themselves considering their future. Will 2021 be a year when they cam dominate forever? Or will this end up being the brightest spot in a horror show, as it turned out to be for some champs in 2020?

*The images change, showing some of the top challengers in the GCWA. We see James Raven, Jackson Hart, & Noah Jackson standing together. E.W. Montgomery, Mike Zybala, Sports Entertainment Xpress, and more are featured, showing the wide variety of talent waiting in the wings of the GCWA.*

Voice: For others, the question is flipped. Can they move from where they are now, to climbing the peaks of the mountains before them? So many will make the effort to get to gold this year. So few will achieve their goals, the way things normally work.

*The final shots feature a few of the newest arrivals, like Dex Griffin, Alessandro Quagliaterre, and Raging Dead. Each are shown looking to earn their places on the roster, against the toughest foes the GCWA can manage. After the final image, we see The Accelerator rolling out into sight.*

The Accelerator: No matter how much time passes, the questions inevitably remain the same. Who's going to stay champ, and who's going to dethrone them? I always look forward to the next person with the answer.

*The Accelerator grins at the camera, showing that the more things change, the more they remain the same We see glowing embers around the corners, igniting the screen. 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. The Claymore. Each as impressive as you would expect. In the center of the flames, an image of the current GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, Mack O'Connor, holding the title in one hand and a beer in the other. 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 hyped to be there as always, many sporting new GCWA merchandise that they likely received over the holidays. Christmas is a time for giving, you know! We pass by their amazing shirts and signs to get to the announce table.

Rockwell: Hello, everyone, welcome to Friday Night Inferno!! I'm Adrian Rockwell, joined as always by the Hood!

Hood: Uh, no "the". Just Hood.

Rockwell: Okay, but "The Hood" makes you sound like a super-hero or something...

Hood: No, it makes me sound like a location, so stop it.

Rockwell: Okay, fine. We've got a great night lined up for all of you tonight, as we continue to head towards Adrenaline Rush! Tonight, the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles and Outsiders Tag Titles will be decided in a unification match!

Hood: Leave it to Zybala to screw up a perfectly good match by making sure other belts are on the line...

Rockwell: We've also got several of our top stars in competition, as they jockey for positions as we continue towards the end of the month. In our main event, Terry Marshall and E.W. Montgomery meet up in a Grudge match after the 'misunderstanding' they had last week...

Hood: Misunderstanding? Marshall ruined Montgomery's shirt, and Montgomery made him pay!

Rockwell: Well, tonight, they get to settle their differences. All that, plus four more competitive contests!

Hood: Going to be a fun night watching people get their asses kicked!

Rockwell: So much to do... but first we're headed backstage!

Hood: Awwwww...

*We cut backstage to the office of Deana Barrows. She looks distraught, annoyed, and angry over what The Legacy pulled last week, along with other 'family drama' that's taking place. She is stewing in her thoughts when there is a knock on the door. Before she can answer, the door swings open and standing in the doorway is Mike Zybala.He walks in and the two start at each other a bit. Zybala breaks the silence and speaks first.*

Mike Zybala: You know what I want to hear. I NEED to hear you say it...

*Deana stares at him for a moment before responding.*

Deana Barrows: I don't... what do you mean?

*Zybala grins, and not in a friendly manner.*

Mike Zybala: I want to know if I get the title match against Warstein or not. I figured The Legacy were no longer under your protection.

*The mention of Legacy causes Deana's anger to break through the surface once again, but she fights it off, trying to remain professional. She clears her throat.*

Deana Barrows: I don't know why you'd think I was 'protecting' Shawn Warstein. After all, you had your opportunity against him. It's not my fault you decided to try to use an invalid referee.

*Zybala stews for a moment, waiting, as Deana takes a moment to think it over.*

Deana Barrows: However... as a former multi-time champion, you certainly deserve consideration. Really, I don't see any reason to stop a challenge to Warstein's North American Title. Are you officially making this challenge?

Mike Zybala: Not only am I making the challenge, I'll even let Warstein pick the match! Although, if he picks a special ref stipulation, I want one of my own to offset whoever he picks. I pinned him for a three count before, I damn well can do it again. This time though, I'll be walking away with the North American title. I'll even give him a couple of kicks for you. How does that sound good to you?

*Deana thinks about it for a moment, probably remembering how Legacy dropped her last week. She nods and gets out a contract, filling out a portion of it before putting it in front of Zybala. Showing no fear, Zybala immediately signs his John Hancock. Actually, he signs "Mike Zybala" to make it legal.*

Deana Barrows: I will get this contract over to Warstein immediately. If he refuses to sign it, of course, then I suppose you'll become champion at Adrenaline Rush, but I assume he will agree to it.

*Zybala grins and walks away, leaving the room. Deana sits back, her hands together in front of her.*

Deana Barrows: Hell hath no fury...

*Deana smiles and calls for an attendant to come into her office area, as we cut away.*

Hood: Why?? Why give Zybala another title shot??

Rockwell: Because he deserves it, the way he's competed in the GCWA over the last few years...

Hood: No, seriously, why??

Rockwell: It is the way it is, Hood. Legacy has angered Deana Barrows, which means anything might happen in the coming weeks. But for now, let's go to Minos to get us started!

Singles Match
Justice Cross (8-11) vs. Kylie Moore (1-1)

Minos: Our first match is scheduled for one fall... making her way to the ring first... fighting out of Las Vegas Nevada... KYLIE MOOOOOORE!

"Cool for the Summer" by Demi Lovato begins to blast through the GCWA arena as Kylie Moore makes her way out from backstage, slapping hands with a few Dallas fans as she makes her way down the ramp with a determined look on her face. She storms up the ring steps and through the ropes as if shot from a cannon, eager to get this contest underway.

Rockwell: With her MMA background, Kylie is a very dangerous competitor. She's looking to put the women of the GCWA, as well as the men, on notice.

Hood: Blah blah. Blah. You saw her Righteous Rumble performance and you shouldn't be impressed. She's going to get smashed tonight.

Kylie settles into her corner and let's the referee know she's ready to compete, then focuses on the ramp for the arrival of her opponent.

Minos: And her opponent... JUSTICE! ORTON! CROOOOOOSSSSSSS!

"Bring me to Life" by Ebanescense begins to play. 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 ALWAYS shows up, and she plays for keeps. She was one of the first superstars this week to release any promotional material and you could tell she's been chomping at the bit for this one.

Hood: Justice by a billion.

Rockwell: There's... there's no score here...

Hood: Psh. Keep telling yourself that.

* As the opening bell rings, Kylie Moore eyes Justice Orton-Cross from across the ring but remains rooted in her corner. Justice however shoots aggressively out of her corner and across the canvas! Justice ties Kylie up and drives her back into the turnbuckle. Justice hammers Kylie with right hands as Moore tries to cover up, then she drops to her knees and grabs Moore around the waist and tries to suplex her! Kylie grabs ahold of the top rope and keeps herself anchored to the mat. Justice tries to hurl her backwards again, but once more Kylie Moore is able to keep her balance in the corner! The MMA star quickly winds up and drives an elbow into the face of Justice Orton-Cross, forcing her to release the hold. Justice stumbles backwards, clutching at her nose to make sure it's not broken. Kylie Moore senses an opportunity and charges forward wildly, but Justice drops to the canvas and counters Kylies momentum with a drop toe hold! *

Rockwell: Ouch! Moore's face bounces off of the mat like a basketball!

Hood: Kylie is trying to roll underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring to collect herself... but Justice Orton-Cross is having none of it!

* Justice quickly pounces atop Kylie, grabbing the back of her tights and an ankle and dragging the MMA fighter away from the ropes and into the middle of the mat. Orton-Cross tried to apply a quick ankle lock, but Kylie is able to roll over to her back and use her free foot to kick wildly at Justice's face and torso! Kylie connects clean across Orton-Crosses jaw, stunning her just long enough for Kylie to pop back up to her feet and slingshot herself off of the ring ropes with a leaping clothesline! Justice hits the mat hard, but pops back up nearly immediately and eyes Kylie Moore with a fiery intensity. *

Rockwell: Uh oh.

Hood: Orton-Cross looks angry! Kylie needs to watch out if she's going to have any chance to get back into this match...

Rockwell: "Back into"? I'm not sure she's really been in it since it started.

* As if to prove his point, Justice winds up and unleashes a devastating backhand chop to the chest of Kylie Moore! Moore covers up her torso for protection as the crowd shouts the collective "woooooooo!" of approval. Justice jabs Kylie in the mouth, raising Moore's defense up to her head before unleashing a second monstrous chop. Moore can't stand the pain and collapses to her knees in the middle of the ring. Justice Orton-Cross takes a few steps back, then charges towards the kneeling and dazed Moore... V-TRIGGER! Justice Orton-Cross nearly decapitates Kylie Moore, the flying knee landing square and leaving Kylie sprawled on the mat unconscious and senseless! The Dallas crowd explodes, nearly blowing the roof off of the GCWA arena! What a violent display by Justice! *

Rockwell: Orton-Cross makes the cover!

Hood: Kylie Moore might be dead...

Rockwell: One! ... Two! ... THR- NO! Holy hell, she kicked out! Somehow Kylie Moore kicked out!

Hood: That was... stupid... very, very stupid...

*Justice Orton-Cross looks stunned, maybe even a little amused, by Kylie Moore's determinitaion and willingness to push forward. She stands, backing away from Kylies body and allowing her a chance to climb back to her feet. Slowly Moore rolls to her hands and knees and crawls to the far corner of the ring, clutching at the ropes and ring post for support as she drags herself back up to a vertical base. Looking unsteady on her feet, Kylie turns to face Justice slowly, her eyes semi-glazed and rolling in their sockets. Justice motions for Kylie to "bring it on", and Moore takes a deep breath before falling back off the ring ropes and sling shotting herself at Orton-Cross with another leaping clothesline! *

Rockwell: Orton-Cross has it scouted this time, and ducks with plenty of time to spare!

* Kylie sails past Justice harmlessly, and bounces off the ropes on the far side of the ring. She rebounds back at Orton-Cross, who is ready and waiting with a textbook super kick! A sickening "crack" echoes through the GCWA arena as the bottom of Justices boot drives across Kylies face, and Moore stumbles to the edge of the ring like a falling tree. *

Rockwell: TIMBERRRRRRRR- oh damn!

Hood: She went through the ropes!

*Unable to catch herself as she falls, Kylie collapsed into the ropes and falls through them, taking a hard bump on the apron before falling to the floor in a heap! The Dallas crowd audibly gasps at the tumble, immediately concerned that Kylie could be seriously injured. Justice Orton-Cross has no such concerns however and makes her way to the edge of the ring, peering over the ring rope at her injured competitor below. She grins to herself, happy with the way this match has gone, then turns to the referee and urges them to begin counting Kylie Moore out of action. The referee dutifully begins the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! *

Rockwell: Give Kylie Moore her credit. She refuses to say die, and she's beginning to stir!

Hood: She doesn't need to say die. She's gonna do it anyway, partner.

*Kylie grabs at the ring skirt desperately and begins trying to pull herself up and climb into the ring. Justice Orton-Cross continues to watch in amusement, and even begins to clap in unison with some of the fans to try and spur Kylie up and to a comeback. The referee continues to count. FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! *

Rockwell: She's up! Moore made it to her feet!

Hood: Good for her. Watch this.

* The moment that Kylie Moore is standing Justice Orton-Cross turns and runs off the far ropes, building momentum as she rebounds back and hurls herself over the top rope with a Suicide Dive! Justice flips through the air effortlessly and collides with Kylie Moore like a cannonball to the chest, and both stars slid across the floor and slam hard into the fan barricade. *

"HO! LY! SHIT!"

** The fans in the front row are on their feet and chanting wildly as Justice Orton-Cross sits up slowly, wincing and clutching at the small of her back. However, she smiles as she sees the motionless body of Kylie next to her. Justice stands and grabs a fistful of Kylie Moore's hair, lifting her and tossing her powerfully into the steel ring steps with a crash! *

Rockwell: Justice is looking to make a statement here. By the time she's finished with Kylie, Moore may not be able to compete for a few weeks.

Hood: Compete?! She may not be able to walk!

* Justice grabs another fistful of hair and bounces Kylies skull off the ring post, a loud clang echoing through the ringside area before Orton-Cross finally tosses her victim under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Justice poses arrogantly for the fans before sliding underneath the rope and following Moore back inside. *

Rockwell: Kylie Moore doesn't look like she knows where she is. Her eyes are empty...

Hood: Well, I don't think it's going to last much longer anyways.

* Justice Orton-Cross is up and circling Kylie like a predator circling its prey. She tells Moore to get up, pleading with her to find her way to her feet one final time. Kylie Moore, too tough for her own good, forces herself on sheer willpower to grab ahold of Justice's waist. She claws at her clothing, trying to catch a grip and pull herself to her feet. Almost... there...*

* Kylie manages to reach her feet, and locks eyes with Justice Orton-Cross. *

Rockwell: Lights Out!

Hood: Justice hits her patented jumping cutter!

Rockwell: Orton-Cross makes the cover!

* One... Two... THREE! The referee seals it with the count, and calls for the bell. *

Minos: The winner of this match... JUSTICE! ORTON! CROOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Rockwell: A big victory for Justice Cross tonight!

Hood: Yep, she came through with a great performance against Kylie Moore for sure. Nice job!

Rockwell: Maybe it'll be the start of Justice getting back to the championship ranks in the near future.

*Cross celebrates with her husband, The Enforcer, as we cut to a break.*

*The big screen comes to life as footage begins to play, showing everyone in the arena the view of an exquisite, and definitely expensive, hotel room. The camera footage pans around the room until it stops on an opening door. A man walks out of what appears to be a bedroom, shirtless, whilst zipping up his pair of jeans. He spots the camera, giving it a quick smile, before shutting the door behind him.*

PerZag: Apologies for keeping you all waiting. 70 minutes is quite a long time for you all, I'm sure, but for me, 70 minutes is a way of life.

*The man AKA PerZag, gives two thumbs up at the camera. He looks off to the side briefly, before looking back towards the camera.*

PerZag: But now, 'The Sexiest Man In Wrestling' as well as the '70-Minute-Man', in and out of the bedroom, has an announcement for you all.

*PerZag pauses, rubbing his hands together causing suspense to everyone watching.*

PerZag: I will be stepping back into the ring for my first match of the new year............NEXT WEEK!

*The crowd starts erupting with cheers.*

PerZag: That's right, this unbelievably awesome specimen in front of you all, has recovered, is rejuvenated and is ready to kick some ass in the GCWA. And, with Adrenaline Rush just around the corner, I am going to stake my claim for a spot on that card. Doesn't matter what it is, doesn't matter who it is, doesn't matter what type of match it is, I am ready for anything. Cause 2021 is sounding like a good year for PerZag.

*PerZag gives a wink to the fans before looking down at his bare wrist as if he's checking the time.*

PerZag: I think I have another 70 minutes in me.

*PerZag turns around, unzips his zipper, and returns to the bedroom, shutting it behind him as the footage on the big screen cuts out.*

Hood: Yes!! PerZag wrestling next week, I can't wait!

Rockwell: He had a hell of a run in the Righteous Rumble, now can he take that and move into a sensational 2021?

Hood: It's gonna be perfect!

GCWA World Tag-Team Titles / Outsiders Tag-Team Titles Match
The Sins of the Fathers (Xavier Lux & Marcus Ka'Derrion(c) (8-3) vs. The Malvado Brothers (Hector & Victor Malvado) (0-0)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... and will be for both the Outsiders Tag-Team Titles and the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles!!!

*The crowd gives a big pop, especially those who are Outsiders fans.*

Hood: This is ridiculous.

Rockwell: What? You're not excited about a unification bout??

Hood: Not when it involves Outsiders. We shouldn't have any of their belts on this show... except for any titles Lord Allton holds, since he raises them up in value...

Minos: Introducing first... weighing a combined 400 lbs... here are the Outsiders Tag-Team Champions... Hector & Victor, The Malvado Brothers!!

*The Mariachi band walks out onto the stage and begins to play their rendition of "Si Senor" by Control Machete causing the yardies in the crowd to jump to their feet and cheer. A low-rider vehicle comes out from the side of the ring entrance. But unlike the classics driven by Eddie Guerrero, this is a piece of shit and the reason why is a low rider is mainly due to a bad suspension. It comes to a stop by the ramp, you see the driver hit the switches, hoping to make it jump but instead it looks like a car stalling badly, though the bumper doesn't fall off, that duct tape holding firm. The Malvado Bros. jump out of the car, not to look cool, the door don't open. They look at the bumper and smile. The tape is bueno. They make their way to the ring, one sliding under the bottom rope while the other leaps over the top rope. They each go to a corner jumping onto the second turnbuckle and trying to get the crowd pumped up, to little or no avail.*

Rockwell: The Malvados had an amazing few months in Outsiders, but this is their chance to take over the GCWA!

Hood: Which one is which again?

Rockwell: That's Hector and that's Victor.

Hood: What? You're pointing at both of them!

Rockwell: No I'm not. That's Hector over there.

Hood: ... How do you know??

Rockwell: C'mon, Hood, it's not that difficult...

*The song "Do Your Worst" by Rival Sons begins to play, causing the fans to turn towards the entrance. "Sins of the Fathers" is displayed on the big screen and the crowd, who by now has gotten to their feet, cheer loudly as Marcus Ka'Derrion and Xavier Lux walk out. Each has a tag belt on one shoulder, standing side by side. The champs do their usual side fist bump to each other and then make their way down the ramp.*

Minos: And their opponents... at a total combined weight of 445lbs... They are the GCWA Tag Team Champions of the world!! "Venom" Xavier Lux and GCWA Hall of Famer, "The Prince of Pain" Marcus Ka'Derrion... Sins of the Fathers!!!

*Their video package plays on the big screen, showing highlights of their victories in the GCWA over some great teams. Once they hit the ring, they each climb a corner and raise their newly won titles proudly. The Champs hand the titles to the ref and get ready for their match, nodding towards the Malvados in a form of respect.*

Rockwell: It's strange that Paco, one of the greatest managers in wrestling history, isn't out here tonight.

Hood: From what I hear, Paco wasn't a big fan of this match-up. It's two teams that he's helped lead to championships, after all.

Rockwell: I suppose it would be hard for him to choose a favorite in a match-up like this.

Hood: That, plus he's going to have to watch one of his teams lose their gold, something no manager wants to see...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: And here we go! Two sets of championships on the line!

Hood: Only one being worth anything, though... the Malvados should really drop those belts to the A-List, then we'd have something to talk about...

Rockwell: So if the Malvados become GCWA World Tag Champs, will you acknowledge their greatness?

Hood: Only their great luck...

*Ka'Derrion and Lux talk things over, with Lux wanting to start out for his team. He hops through the ropes, excited to be in competition. Hector and Victor talk it over, with Hector stepping forward. He looks ready to compete, seemingly not nervous at all at fighting wrestlers they've trained and worked with. The two men circle around each other, considering, looking ready to lock up... and then Hector and Xavier both step away as... "Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. starts to play! The crowd cheers, looking towards the entrance, while the wrestlers back away from each other carefully, mindful that this could be a trick.*

Rockwell: It appears we have an interruption!

Hood: Aww, what the hell, don't I suffer enough by him wrestling? Now he's got to come out every week?

Rockwell: He's got to keep handing out those awards, Hood...

*Mike Zybala walks out onto the stage, a large grin on his face. He's holding a couple of Outsiders trophies as he heads towards the ring, greeting the fans along the way. One fan gets a little close to grabbing a trophy, causing Zybala to yank it backwards. He shakes his head at the fan, although he seems amused by the attempted theft. But it's not for the fans this time. Zybala gets to the ring and goes immediately through the ropes, ignoring a confused referee and walking up to the Malvados' corner. He starts to talk to Victor, with Hector joining in.*

Rockwell: So I assume this is about the Outsiders Tag-Team award...

Hood: Again, stolen from the A-List. Vincenzo & Tank deserved this one.

Rockwell: When's the last time they teamed up in Outsiders??

Hood: ... Okay, but what about Lord Allton and Pennylord? That's an amazing team right there...

*Zybala hands over the trophies to the Malvados, both of whom look pretty happy to be receiving the awards. Zybala then reaches into his back pocket, pulling out two Red Robin gift cards. He hands them over, with both Hector and Victor looking unsure for a moment. But Zybala quickly explains that they're good for free food at his restaurant, causing Hector & Victor to jump up and down in excitement! They immediately turn and leave the ring, confusing even Zybala. He watches as Victor heads to the side to get their Outsiders tag belts, before the two of them rush up the aisle, not even looking back.*

Rockwell: Wait, where are they going?

Hood: Hector, Victor, come back! YOU DON'T HAVE TO SPEND IT RIGHT AWAY!!!

Rockwell: They can't hear you, Hood, they're out of here...

Hood: But the match! Not that I was looking forward to it, but... I mean... what now?

*Hector and Victor disappear behind the curtain, as the fans chant for them to come back. Lux and Ka'Derrion walk over to the referee, completely thrown by this event. Lux appears to blame Zybala, who raises his arms apologetically, saying he didn't expect this to happen. Zybala says he'll try to get them back, leaving the ring and hurrying up the aisle, as the referee reluctantly starts a count on the two wrestlers.*

Hood: Zybala'd better hurry...

Rockwell: The way the Malvados were moving, they're probably already waiting for their table...

Hood: I wonder if Paco will join them. He's got to be around somewhere, right?

*The Sins of the Fathers both look unhappy with the current situation, although Ka'Derrion at least has a sense of humor about it. He's trying to calm Lux down as the referee continues his count, reaching four, then five. Zybala has vanished into the back, trying in vain to catch up to his tag-team representatives. The fans count slowly along with the referee, who was clearly taking his time, wanting this match to take place. But there's no sign of the wrestlers as we reach seven... eight... nine.... and after a brief hesitation, the referee calls for the bell, waiving this one off.*

Rockwell: Well, that does it...

Hood: Throwing away an opportunity of a lifetime in order to get a Royal Red Robin burger or a plate of towering onion rings...

Rockwell: The onion rings are really good.

Hood: Yeah, honestly, I might have to go there after the show now that I'm thinking about it...

*The referee finishes up a quick conversation with Minos, who nods before speaking to the crowd.*

Minos: The referee has ruled this match as a Countout, which vacates any title changes... still, your winners, via Countout... The Sins of the Fathers!!

*The crowd gives a little cheer for the Sins of the Fathers winning, even though they don't seem too thrilled with how it all went down. The belts are brought in to the champs, with Ka'Derrion taking both as Lux still looks annoyed.*

Rockwell: So both teams retain their titles due to the rule of the countout...

Hood: Hell, I didn't even think about that. You know, that actually worked out pretty well for the Malvados. They get the money of being in a title match, they got their rewards, and they got to keep their belts. I should be giving them more credit...

*As Ka'Derrion and Lux start to move towards the ropes, preparing to just call it a night and put this match behind them, the curtain on the apron suddenly moves. Hector appears first, taking a few steps out onto the ramp, followed by Victor behind him.*

Rockwell: Wait, the Malvados are back?

Hood: That was a quick meal...

Rockwell: Wait, where are their trophies?

*Suddenly, Hector falls forward, landing on the ramp, not moving. Victor drops to his knees nearby, clearly stunned. Ka'Derrion and Lux, looking suddenly concerned, watch as the curtain moves again.... and Vincenzo Larossia and Tank Terrell walk out!! The two powerhouses of the A-List go after Hector and Victor again, attacking them, as Lord Allton wheels out behind them... holding onto the Malvados' trophies!!*

Hood: Hey, I know those guys!!

Rockwell: A blatant attack on the Outsiders Tag Champs! What's this about??

*As the attack continues on the ramp, Lux and Ka'Derrion can be seen coming through the ropes, leaping down off the apron to head that direction. Before they can make it to the aisle, though, both men are jumped from either side by Dylan Thomas and Dave Branson!!! Thomas scores a sharp kick on Lux, while Branson grabs Ka'Derrion by the throat, throwing him backwards into the back of the ringpost!!*

Rockwell: Where on earth did they come from??

Hood: They were doing their civic duty and sitting with the commoners, Adrian, but that's all over now! Go Dylan, go Dave!!

*The two A-Listers give each other a fist bump before turning back towards their foes, with Thomas grabbing hold of Lux... who tackles him backwards, swinging away! Branson, distracted, turns back, only to have Ka'Derrion grab him from behind, trying to apply a sleeper hold! Branson works to fight him off, swinging him back and forth, with Ka'Derrion grimly hanging on.*

Rockwell: The Sins of the Fathers aren't going down that easily!!

Hood: Awww, c'mon, why not??

Rockwell: Because they're the champs... but the odds are about to be stacked against them...

*Vincenzo & Tank immediately started heading for the ring on Lord Allton's orders, moving at a surprising speed for their size. Tank smashes Ka'Derrion in the back of the head, managing to dislodge him from Branson, while Vincenzo catches Lux off-guard and drops him with the Larossia DDT! This allows Thomas to get back in it, stomping on Lux. The double-team of both men continues, as the crowd is booing heavily.*

Hood: Oh, man, this is classic A-List! This is going to be our year, Adrian, I can feel it!!

Rockwell: Because they attacked the champs with no warning?? That's how it'll be their year?

Hood: It's worked for others...

Rockwell: All too true, but it still sickens me...

*GCWA Security starts to come out of the woodwork, or, y'know, the backstage area. They rush down, quickly getting around the A-List and splitting them off from the hurting Sins of the Fathers. The group moves away together, heading up the ramp, with more security there to prevent them from getting any additional shots on the Malvado Brothers. Lord Allton is applauding as they walk up, and he's been joined by Lissandra. The A-List all stop on the stage and take a moment to celebrate, earning more jeers from the crowd as we go to break.*

*The Jesus Christ of Professional Wrestling, the Snowflake Plow, Chad f'n Vargas sits in the hallway just outside Deana Barrows office. A look of annoyance on his face. Perhaps even the look of unimaginable hatred. Who knows, the guy is a mixed bag, what can we say? Vargas sits on a steel chair, his arms crossed. Rolling his eyes at every Tom, Dick, and Harry masked crew guy walking by. He glances down at his gold Rolex. The level of annoyance seemed to heighten in a millisecond.*

Chad Vargas: Where is this cunt, anyway?

*Vargas and his diarrhea of the mouth just comes out as he asks a random sound guy walking past. The sound guy shrugs and keeps walking. At that very second, Vargas sticks his foot out and the poor bastard falls HARD face first. Vargas laughs as he struggles to pick himself up.*

Chad Vargas: Get out of my hallway, bitch!

Hood: Chad Vargas IS IN THE HOUSE!

Rockwell: Chad Vargas is an absolute pompous JERK BAG.

Hood: Jerkbag? What are you 8?

Rockwell: He's an ass, and you know it.

Hood: I like his style.

Rockwell: What's he even doing here?

Hood: Waiting for the boss lady, obviously!

*Vargas yawns as he looks up at Mrs. Barrows office door. An evil look comes across his face. He shakes it off and sits there somewhat patiently. Perhaps he thought of kicking down the fucking door. You never know. Suddenly, there's the sound of squeaking wheels, and Vargas turns to see The Accelerator coming down the hall. Ace, seeing Vargas, stops nearby.*

The Accelerator: Waiting for my daughter? She was there earlier...

Chad Vargas: Great, the cripple. You can book matches again, right? I want a fight against a champion.

The Accelerator: A champion? And you think you can just go into Deana's office and demand that?

Chad Vargas: That's what every idiot here does, and they aren't fucking Chad Vargas.

The Accelerator: I suppose that's one way to look at it.

Chad Vargas: You and I both know I'm the best of the best in this crappy place. When you've got losers like Legacy at the top, it's obvious you need more of the Confederate Icon!

The Accelerator: I'll take it under advisement, Mr. Vargas.

*Ace rolls by Vargas, who once again controls his urge to destroy something, namely the man in the wheelchair. As Ace goes around the corner, Vargas shakes his head, turning back to the Barrows' office, considering kicking it in again. But suddenly Vargas instead spins to his right, raising his fists a fraction of a second late as a gang attacks him!!*

Rockwell: What the hell??

Hood: It's Legacy!!! I guess they overheard Vargas!

*Warstein, Raven, Hart, & Jackson are all there, overwhelming Vargas with numbers. Although he tries to fight back, four on one is too much, as the Legacy members land some more shots, with Vargas stumbling down the hall. Warstein spits after him, laughing, before turning to leave with the group... and seeing Deana Barrows standing there.*

Deana Barrows: Hello, Shawn. I see giving Zybala a contract to face you at the PPV isn't enough for you. So what about... next week, the week before the PPV, you wrestle against Chad Vargas? And let the chips fall where they may...

*Deana smiles coyly at Warstein before walking past him and the rest of Legacy, stopping in the doorway.*

Deana Barrows: Oh, by the way... I know Betsy is really looking forward to a clean contest against Mack O'Connor at Adrenaline Rush. You know, I'm looking forward to that, too... so I think we're going to bring in a special Enforcer to the match. I'll let you know more about it later. Ciao.

*Deana enters her office, shutting the door behind her. Warstein looks ticked, while Raven seems more concerned about the special enforcer. They turn and walk away, discussing the situation as we return to ringside.*

Rockwell: A special enforcer??

Hood: Well, hell, that would make things more difficult for Legacy... but where are you going to find someone who doesn't hate Mack more?

Rockwell: True, Mack's rubbed a lot of people the wrong way in the past. We'll just have to see... in the meantime, though, we're getting Vargas vs. Warstein next week!

Hood: That's a hell of a contest, two of the all-time greats in the sport, and two of the most hated wrestlers as well...

Singles Match
Dex Griffin (0-1) vs. Atara Themis (3-2)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... making his way out... standing 6'5" and weighing 225 lbs... from Kiruna, Sweden... here is "The Perfect Disaster" Dex Griffin!!

I'll never back down
I'll never back down

I'll never back down
I get up, up, up
When I'm bleeding
Barely breathing

*Right before the music starts, Dex runs out onto the stage and slightly bends over before pausing abruptly.*

I'll never back down

*At the exactly same time the music starts, Dex lifts back up, flipping his hair to the back. He keeps his eyes focused on the ring as he slowly walks down the ramp.*

I heard you thought I was six feet under
Wake up, wake up, wake up
But now it's your turn to face the fire
Wake up, wake up, wake up
You can try to kill me
But I'll rise again
Rise again

*When Dex reaches the ring, he climbs onto the apron throws his head down and then whips his hair back once again. Immediately after, he climbs in between the ropes and into the ring, pacing around.*

I'll never back down
I get up, up, up
When I'm bleeding
Barely breathing
I'll never back down
I get up, up, up
When I'm feeling
Broken and beaten

*Dex stops pacing around the ring and grabs a hold of the top rope. He pulls it back and lets out a roar as fire emerges from around the ring.*

I got a fire in my soul
The fear's taking hold
But I'm taking control
Of my own life
I'll never back down
I get up, up, up
When I'm bleeding
Undefeated
I'll never back down

*The music starts to fade out at this point and Dex stands ready for the match to begin.*

Rockwell: Griffin hasn't been able to forget what happened last week in his debut, with the ending of the match running through his head again and again...

Hood: Sometimes things just don't go your way. I mean, I've dealt with having to work next to you, Adrian, for years now, but I continue to deal with it like a true professional.

Rockwell: Fuck you, Hood, you know you'd rather it was me than Jones...

Hood: Okay, yeah, that's true...

Minos: His opponent... standing 5'10" and weighing 138 lbs... from Athens, Greece... here is Atara Themis!!

*Hello Doves appears briefly on screens over the arena in pink accompanied by Atara's voice saying the same over the arena PA right before her theme hits the speakers. The crowd pops like crazy. Arena lights start to pulse in time with the music and multiple vertical streams of pyro erupt across the front of stage. Strutting with purpose, Atara emerges from the back taking spot at centerstage right before the ramp. Posing for the camera, a wink and kiss is given to the viewers at home.*

Rockwell: Atara's relationship with Shawn Warstein and Legacy always seems to be in flux.

Hood: By Atara's own words, she may never be Legacy, no matter how it hurts her feelings. But hey, at least she got to main event with Betsy Granger last week in a hell of a match!

Rockwell: Yep, and now Atara's got a chance to get herself a singles victory over a strong up-and-comer...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: So can Griffin get his first GCWA victory, or will Themis show him that she's not just living in Warstein's shadow?

Hood: Hell, I'd live in Warstein's shadow, that sounds awesome!

Rockwell: ...

Hood: What? The guy's a Hall of Famer everywhere he goes!

*Griffin and Themis come together in the center of the ring, with Griffin suddenly staring off to the side. He can't stop looking at the turnbuckle where he and Crash Rodriguez came off last week. It's clear he's working to regain the feeling of serenity he had earlier. Themis doesn't help, laughing at Griffin and asking "Arctic Tarzan" where his "albino Yogi bear" was. Griffin doesn't respond, instead kicking Themis in the gut and lifting her quickly up, landing a pop up Samoan drop!! Themis rolls, heading towards the ropes, where she starts to get up, but Griffin is right after here, latching onto her and spinning her around into a Cut-Throat Saito Suplex!!! He's immediately on top of him, punching away, as the referee shouts a warning.*

Rockwell: I think Griffin's letting his rage take over again!

Hood: Get out of there, Atara, the guy's crazy! This is what got him tossed from that gym!

Rockwell: I think we need someone to play some piano music...

*Ignoring the referee, Griffin hauls Themis up, landing a few more shots to the side of her head before driving her backwards into the corner. He lands a thrusting side kick to double Themis over, stunning her, before backing away. Griffin fires himself up again and runs back forward, leaping into Themis with a jumping Yakuza kick!! Themis slumps in the corner, hurting badly already, as Griffin loses control, stomping away on her. The referee starts a count, but seems to realize it's pointless, as he instead steps in and pushes Griffin back, telling him to listen to instructions or else he would end this with a disqualification!*

Hood: C'mon, ref, just let them fight...

Rockwell: Hey, this isn't an Extreme Rules match, the rules still apply.

Hood: What's wrong with just letting him stomp away?

*Griffin glares at the referee, and you can't almost see the steam fuming out of his head. The referee can certainly see it, as he backs away cautiously. Griffin shakes it off, turning back towards Themis... who springs herself up using the ropes and runs forward, nailing Griffin with the Judgement of Paris (Leaping Knee)!!! Griffin's down, as Themis drops on top of him, grabbing both legs... 1... 2... and Griffin kicks out! Both wrestlers hop up, with Griffin trying to shake off the knee, only for Themis to catch him again, this time with a Gennosuke Clutch roll-up!! The ref's there... 1... 2... and Griffin escapes again!*

Rockwell: Themis trying to steal this one quickly!

Hood: Can you blame her? That loss has messed with Griffin's head, best to get the win and get out of here!

*Both wrestlers get to their feet, with Themis landing a couple of kicks to drive Griffin into the ropes. She grabs Griffin by the arm, whipping him to the other side, no, Griffin reverses and it's Themis going into the ropes instead. Griffin runs to meet her on the rebound, scoring a running crossbody!! The two crash to the mat, with Griffin landing on top for the pin... 1... 2... and Themis manages to get a shoulder up in time. Griffin is immediately pulling her up. He easily lifts her into the air, holding her in a suplex position before turning it into a vertical suplex piledriver!!! Griffin rolls on top once more... 1... 2... no, Themis kicks out!*

Rockwell: I think Griffin's starting to refocus again...

Hood: Still, so far Griffin's shown Atara why he's called The Perfect Disaster...

*Griffin does take a few extra moments on the canvas, channeling some inner peace once more. He then gets up, grabbing Themis by the hair to bring her with him. He looks towards the corner, possibly considering going for The Edge of the World (Reverse Spin Scoop Slam Off The Top) to really put things behind him. But as Griffin drags Themis to the corner, Themis suddenly reverses behind him, dropping backwards into a Backstabber!! Griffin rolls to the side, hurting, as Themis works her way back to her feet, breathing hard. As Griffin starts to get up next to her, Themis gets him by the head, leaping forward with a spike bulldog, planting him in the canvas!! She covers... 1... 2... and Griffin shoves her off at the last second!*

Rockwell: Themis isn't backing down...

Hood: This is what a veteran does, Adrian. Plus, she knows that Shawn, Becky, and the rest are probably watching in the back...

Rockwell: If they are, they're watching a very entertaining contest!

*Themis is back up now, rubbing her sore back as she waits for Griffin to get to his feet. She moves in as soon as he rises, locking up his head to set him up for the Titanomachy (Multiple Suplex Combination)!! But as Themis goes to lift, Griffin is able to block it, using his size advantage to keep Themis from taking him over. Themis tries again, but Griffin stops it once more, then reverses it, getting Themis up instead!! He takes a few steps, locking Themis into position, before dropping her with the Wilderness Driver (Blackfire Driver)!!! Themis is down, shaking, as Griffin pulls himself on top of her for the cover, grabbing the leg... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "The Perfect Disaster" Dex Griffin!!

Rockwell: And just like that, Dex Griffin has his first GCWA victory!

Hood: Damn, the guy's got some powerful moves, doesn't he? Poor Atara, getting booked against another giant dude that can block her main finisher...

Rockwell: Themis gave it a fight, but Griffin just had too much to prove tonight.

* Griffin moves to the side, grabbing the top rope. He lets out another roar to the crowd, fired up at his first victory, before leaving the ring. Themis takes a few moments to recover, disappointed. We cut away.*

*Existence is Punishment by Crowbar begins to play over the PA. The thick base lines hit and the crowd gives a pretty decent pop. Outcast steps out onto the entrance way with a Newport in his mouth as the guitar kicks in. Outcast takes a puff of the cigarette and then drops it and snuffs it out with his boot.*

Rockwell: The GCWA Unified X-Division Champion retained the belt last week, but he wasn't scheduled for tonight...

Hood: When you're a champ, you can do whatever the hell you want...

*Outcast slowly unzips his leather jacket revealing the Unified X-Division championship around his waist. Outcast exhales a cloud of Newport smoke int the lens of the camera and slowly walks to the ring. Outcast climbs the steps and moves down the apron before stopping and turning leaning against the ropes and laying back into them looking out to the crowd.*

*Outcast gives an angry smile and steps between the ropes where he is handed a microphone by the ring announcer. The music slowly fades out as Outcast takes the middle of the ring.*

Outcast: I spy with my little eye. Everyone and all. The faintest smile. The subtlest sign. Everything strange and worrying. And all that is normal. Perhaps too normal. And don't feel scared. It's in your best interest. That wicked smiles. And dangerous signs. And everything strange and worrying. Is brought under attention. Of people you can trust. And don't ask yourself, who is watching the Watchmen?

Hood: ... Do you know what he's talking about?

Rockwell: Quiet, Hood, let him explain...

Outcast: For far too long Legacy have been the Watchmen of GCWA. They have ruled over this land through power connections and strength in number, consuming all that have dared to enter their path. Then, someone stood up to them, someone rallied the meek and peasants of the GCWA. That someone was The Accelerator, and he grouped together a merry band of misfits to watch the Watchmen and this distortion in the balance of power has sent the GCWA spiraling. The Watchmen as disowned the one that gave them power over GCWA in Deanna Barrows. The Watchmen have lost the crown jewel. BUT! The Watchmen have hope in regaining that jewel, as they rest their hopes and dreams on the tiny shoulder of Betsy Granger. Can your shoulder hold the weight of the Watchmen's world, or will Atlas shrug?

*Outcast takes a moment to lean on the ropes, as the crowd seems to be behind him.*

Outcast: Legacy have been feared for far too long, and like the people of this country need to do, we need to take the power back from them. At first I didn't give a flying f**k what Legacy did, because it didn't involve me, but I have been pulled into this fray.

I thought when I beat Noah Jackson I may have to worry about his pack of dogs, but they never came for me.

That is until the Righteous Rumble.

*The crowd gives a cheer for the massive contest, still fresh in their minds. There are also a few boos from those who remember what happened during that match to Outcast.*

Outcast: At the rumble the pack of dogs known as Legacy came for me, and quite frankly they f**ked me up pretty good. One mutt in particular really had it out for me. One of them came for me like a thief in the night and stole my hopes and dreams of winning that rumble. The one who...

Ah, f**k it, I'm not beating around the bush. Jackson Hart, I'm calling your bitch ass out.

*The crowd gives a big pop.*

Outcast: Jackson, you want to f**k with me, attacking me with a pipe, and watch me on a monitor backstage like some freak voyeur, well why don't you pull James Raven's balls out of your mouth and come out here and face me like a man?

*The opening notes of "Blockbuster Night Part 1" by Run The Jewels starts playing and the fans rise in anticipation of Jackson Hart except it's not Jackson Hart that emerges from the back but rather fellow Legacy member and ½ of Jackson and Jackson Ghost Hunters Noah Jackson walks out onto the stage, a single metal folding chair in his hand. "The Sickest Cunt in 69 Cuntries" paces at the top of the stage for a few before unfolding the metal chair like a boss and placing it directly at the top of the entry ramp. He then stares down at Outcast in the ring before turning around and exiting stage left leaving a confused Outcast starring at the now vacated entrance ramp.

CRACK!!!!

From out of the crowd Jackson Hart slid into the ring and with his mark distracted blasts Outcast in the back with a metal chair of his own!!*

Rockwell: Out of nowhere, Jackson Hart takes out Outcast!!

Hood: What's that phrase? Be careful what you wish for? Hah!

*Outcast writhes in pain and slowly turns around to put eyes on his attacker only to be blasted with another chair shot, this one to the dome piece effectively knocking Outcast out cold! The Unified X Division Champion hits the mat face first accompanied by a chorus of boos from the fans. Hart stands atop Outcast for a few seconds soaking it all in before attempting to unfold the chair but being unable to do so due to it being bent from overuse.*

Hood: Another chair that will never see its proper use again...

Rockwell: We go through so many a year...

*Hart rolls out of the ring and walks up the entry ramp to the empty chair that was apparently placed there for him. He grabs the chair by the back and drags it down to the ring with him before tossing it into the middle of the ring where it lands a few inches away from Outcast. Jackson Hart rolls back into the ring, situates the chair into an upright position and then sits down in it while staring directly at an unconscious Outcast as the show goes to commercial.*

Non-Title Match
Raging Dead (2-1) vs. Shawn Warstein (15-1)

Minos: The next 'non-title' match is scheduled for one fall...

*"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: Introducing first, 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 had his first title match in GCWA last week but wasn't able to start 2021 with a title around his waist.

Hood: or with a win, and now he has to face my boy Shawn which is also no easy task.

Rockwell: You guys are boys now?

Hood: Don't hate Rockwell.

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 Raging Dead 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: Shawn Warstein is looking good tonight!

Rockwell: The Legacy life seems to be paying off, but I do wonder if he's a little rusty, as he hasn't wrestled since the Righteous Rumble pay-per-view.

Hood: He is the champion of all of North America Rockwell, there is zero rust in that man just like any well-oiled American-made machine.

*The Bell Rings and both men begin to circle the ring, measuring each other.*

Rockwell: When you think Raging Dead you think of a monster, especially considering he's, well, dead, but when you see him here vs. Shawn Warstein you can easily see the mismatch here in both size and weight in favor of the champ.

Hood: Yeah but you can't measure the madness inside of a man like Raging Dead, that guy is not right in the head and that makes him very dangerous.

Rockwell: Well look at you making sense for a change. Is this a new Hood?

Hood: Fuck you Rocky...

Rockwell: There he is...

*The men go for a standard lockup but Warstein easily pushes Raging Dead off. Raging Dead smiles and then goes for a lock up again, Warstein meets him halfway and this time there is a struggle but Warstein again pushes him off. Raging Dead doesn't smile this time and goes for a third lock up. Warstein meets him but then quickly gets Raging Dead on a headlock, and begins to pummel his head violently with fists! The ref gives him a warning to open the fists up but Warstein tells him to back the you know what up. Raging Dead uses this distraction to quickly break free and push off Warstein to the ropes. Warstein bounces off, no, he holds on to the ropes and taunts Raging Dead who quickly charges at him. Warstein drops, pulling the top rope and Raging Dead goes flying to the outside, slamming hard against the guard rail! Warstein jumps to his feet pointing at his head, causing the crowd to start booing the confident member of Legacy.*

Rockwell: Shawn is using Raging Dead's own rage against him there and using some of that rage himself. Those close fists aren't allowed Hood.

Hood: Hey Shawn is from the streets of Chicago, he can get vicious when he needs to, right off the bat.

Rockwell: Well Raging Dead appears to have hurt his shoulder there on the rail, this one may be over early if Warstein is able to capitalize.

*As if on cue, Warstein goes to the outside and kicks Raging Dead on the hurt shoulder as he was trying to get to his feet. The ref yells at him to bring it in the ring and begins the 10 count. Warstein flips Raging Dead over and begins his known ground and pound game. Raging Dead does his best to cover himself but with a bad shoulder Warstein is able to connect with some key shots. Warstein jumps to his feet and pulls Raging Dead up by his hair and throws him back in the ring. "There, happy?!" he shouts at the ref as he then slides inside the ring as well. He waits for Raging Dead to get to his feet and when he does he grabs him and hooks him for a brainbuster. He lifts him up and holds him up there, showing off to the crowd who start booing again. Shawn holds him up for a few more seconds before dropping him right on his head! He quickly makes the pin, 1! But Raging Dead kicks out and quickly jumps to his feet, taunting Warstein to bring it on. This time he charges at him, going for a clothesline but Raging Dead ducks it, quickly turns and delivers a superkick to the back of Warstein's head, dropping him! *

Rockwell: Raging Dead no sold the stalling brainbuster Hood and explodes out of nowhere with that kick!

Hood: Well I guess since he's dead, his brain is rotten so a brainbuster wouldn't have much of an effect.

Rockwell: Well Shawn Warstein is very much alive, and that super-kick rocked him!

*Raging Dead quickly drops an elbow on the back of Warstein as he laid there face down, and then flips him going for a pin but Warstein continues rolling and out of the ring he goes, taking a quick break. Raging Dead isn't having it though as he stands by the ropes and grabbing the top rope he jumps over, going for a plancha! Warstein sees him coming though and ducks out of the way, causing Rage to crash hard against the matted floor! Warstein then quickly gets on a three point stands and yells at Raging Dead to "get up!" Ragin Dead is slowly getting to his feet, holding his midsection in pain; he turns towards Warstein only to get speared back down to the mat! Raging Dead really doubles in pain now and a pissed off Warstein gets on top of him and begins to pummel him with fists again! The ref stops the 10 count and warns him yet again, but he continues to pound him a few more times before bringing him back up, lifting him up and dropping him hard with a spinebuster! *

Rockwell: That super-kick to the back of the head really woke up the North American Champion and he is now putting a beating on Raging Dead!

Hood: Yeah, he went from no-selling to putting everything out there on the market, everything must go Rockwell!

*The fans continue to let Warstein have it but he pays them no mind, focusing everything he has on Raging Dead. He picks him up and tosses him back in the ring. He follows suit and quickly makes a pin, not even hooking the leg. 1! 2! Kick-out by Raging Dead! Warstein gets to his feet and brings Raging Dead to his, he then whips him to the corner. Raging Dead crashes hard and Warstein quickly follows suit with a big boot! Raging Dead drops to the mat and appears to be out but Warstein brings him back up, gives him a kick to the mid-section and then hooks him between his legs. He then takes a few steps back before lifting Raging Dead up and dropping him hard with a buckle bomb! Raging Dead definitely appears out and Warstein again makes a nonchalant pin... 1! 2! 3... no! Raging Dead kicks out again prompting the crowd to start clapping, hoping to revive him. *

Hood: My boy Warstein is beating the crap out of Raging Dead! It's only a matter of time before he puts him away.

Rockwell: I hate to have to agree with you but this one has definitely not been the match that we all hoped it would be.

Hood: Oh it's definitely what I thought it would be, Warstein all the way.

Rockwell: Well us non-fanboys expected a very evenly matchup and even though Raging Dead appeared to have recovered from hurting his shoulder on the outside, after that super-kick, it's been all Warstein.

*Warstein gets to his feet and picks up Raging Dead, but as he gets him to his knees, Raging Dead shoves him to the corner. Raging Dead stays on his knees, asking Warstein for more and Warstein obliges, charging at him, going for the King's Crown but Raging Dead ducks at the last second, rolling out of the way and getting to his feet. Warstein, who landed on his back, also quickly gets to his feet; both men charge at each other, grabbing the other by the hair and pummeling with rights fists! Surprisingly, despite the beating he's received, Raging Dead wins the quick brawl, stunning Warstein and then whipping him towards the ropes. As Warstein bounces off, Raging Dead ducks going for a back body drop but Warstein puts on the breaks, quickly hooking Raging Dead up by both of his arms and dropping him with the Ego Trip!! Raging Dead is out and Warstein quickly flips him over after delivering the future shock DDT and makes the pin... 1! 2!! 3!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Shawn Warstein!!

*Warstein gets to his feet and mockingly dusts his shoulders before the ref hands him his belt and raises his arm in victory. *

Rockwell: Raging Dead tried to put a fight there at the end but it was too little, too late.

Hood: Please, Shawn was in control the whole time.

Rockwell: Well whatever the case may be, the North American Champion starts the year off right with a win and for Raging Dead, I'm sure starting the year 0-2 wasn't part of his new year's resolutions.

* We cut backstage to the locker room of The A-List/Family. We see Lord Allton with his X-Factor title on his lap having a conversation with Dylan and Lissandra.*

Lissandra Thomas: Fantastic work earlier tonight, baby.

Dylan Thomas: Thanks babe. Finally got one over on Luxx.... And now the Big guy and I get another shot at tag gold!

Lord Allton: Yes Dylan, I couldn't agree more and now to top it off... my boys...

*Tank and Vincenzo walk over to Lord Allton with the Outsiders Tag Team of the Year trophies and put them on the nearby table.*

Lord Allton: ....have trophies of their own. Well done. Well done. I think it's time that we -

*They are interrupted by a knocking at the door. Branson goes over and opens it. Standing in the hall is a grinning Mike Zybala, holding a small duffle bag and wearing a tye-dyed T-shirt with a huge peace sign on it. With his free hand, Zybala gestures at the peace sign, hoping the big dude gets the message. *

Lord Allton: Dave? Who is it?

Dave Branson: Zybala. Shall I get rid of him?

Dylan Thomas: Yeah!

Lissandra Thomas: Yeah!

Lord Allton: No. No... Let him in.

Dylan Thomas: Rob!

* Allton shakes his head, smirking. *

Lord Allton: Quiet. Mr. Zybala! To what do we owe the pleasure? If this is about Manturin....

* Allton feels a shudder inside his head. *

Lord Allton: He's fine.

* Allton smiles as Dave steps back gesturing for Zybala to enter. Dave, Dylan, Lissandra, Tank and Vincenzo all eye Mike Zybala with caution as Allton rolls around to meet him, hand out. *

Lord Allton: I've just sanitized...

* Zybala shakes hands with The Lord of Dashing. Allton then notices Zybala's attire and is confused, it must be said. *

Dylan Thomas: You look like a fucking lollipop dude.

* Dylan and Dave high five. *

Lord Allton: Excuse this lot. They're a little excitable tonight. Though your attire is certainly...different.

* Zybala waves his free hand dismissively. *

Mike Zybala: I know how untrusted I am by the majority of the people in this locker room, so I wanted to make it abundantly clear that I came here with peaceful intentions. Hence the peace sign hippie shirt.

Lord Allton: And what are your intentions? Hopefully not to give me another bottle of booze.

Mike Zybala: Nope. I remember that you don't drink. Nah, this is to recognize your hard work and dedication.

* Zybala opens up his duffle bag and rummages around as Allton raises an eyebrow. Zybala pulls something out and Tank jumps in front of Allton. Zybala looks confused as he pulls out two trophies. He hands them over to Allton, who gently nudges Tank out of the way. *

Lord Allton: What are these? My boys already have trophies. Spoils of conquest.

*Alton points to two trophies on a bench next to Zybala. Zybala looks at them briefly before turning back to Allton.*

Mike Zybala: No, no. I saw that earlier. Even though I already made a number one contender match for the Outsiders tag belts, I'm sure that the Brothers want to take on your guy sooner or later. No, these are YOUR Outtie Awards. One is for your participation in The Outsiders Match of the Year. The other is for showing more heart and dedication to being the best and always having Outsider's best interest in mind. The Outsiders Heart Award. Both trophies come with a $20 gift card for Red Robin.

* Zybala reaches in the bag and pulls out said gift cards and hands them over to the X-Factor champion. Allton smiles broadly *

Lord Allton: Well! Would you look at that! Boys! Lissie! It's time for a celebration!!

* Lissandra pulls out bottles of champagne and Vincenzo retrieves some cans of Pepsi from a bag on the back of Allton's chair and then hands him one. Allton opens the can before turning his attention back to Zybala. *

Lord Allton: Will you join us, Zybala? I promise everyone shall be on their best behaviour.

* Allton scowls around the room and everyone briefly murmurs. Zybala nods affirmatively and pulls out a six pack of Pepsi and a flask from the duffle bag*

Mike Zybala: Don't mind if I do! I brought Pepsi just in case, but I see you already have some. Oh well, it's better to have and not need, than to need and not have.

* Zybala takes a bottle of Pepsi for himself, places the rest next to Allton and takes a drink from the bottle. He then opens his flask, pours some of the contents into his Pepsi bottle and closes the flask. He then waits for everyone else to get their own drinks ready then lifts his bottle. *

Mike Zybala: A toast! To the Lord of Dashing! The two time X-Factor champion and the best member of The A-List!

* Dylan scowls at this last comment (purely because it was Zybala who said it, not because he disagrees with it) but shrugs his shoulders taking a sip of champagne. Lissandra then walks over to Lord Allton and gives him a hug and even kisses him on the cheek. *

Lissandra Thomas: Well done, Rob. Well deserved.

Lord Allton: Thank-you dear.

* Dylan stands up and raises his glass. *

Dylan Thomas: Much as I hate to agree with Zybala... Three cheers for the 'Jesus Christ of Professional Wrestling!' 'The True Main Event!' 'The Lord of Dashing' and the one man in this world that I can attest to -almost - being as perfect as me! LORD ALLTON!

* Dylan winks at Lord Allton who continues to smile. *

Dylan Thomas: Hip, hip!

Everyone: Hooray!

Dylan Thomas: Hip, hip!

Everyone: Hooray!

Dylan Thomas: Hip, hip!

Everyone: HOORAAAAAAY!

*Lord Allton gulps down some pepsi. Everyone else drinks from their cups or glasses. Zybala uses this momentary distraction to quickly grab the tag team trophies and quickly puts them in his bag. He looks around. No one noticed. He quickly takes another drink and lowers his glass at the same time everyone else does. *

Lissandra Thomas: SPEECH!

* Allton chuckles and shakes his head.*

Lord Allton: No. No! I don't do speeches... Unless they're ones trying to get Barry's attention.

* Allton waggles his eyebrows at the camera and checks his watch. Allton turns his attention to Dylan, Dave and Lissandra. *

Lord Allton: Besides YOU have a match to get to! Come on, out... I'll be watching.

* Dylan stands up nodding, grabbing Lissandra's hand. *

Dylan Thomas: He's right. Let's go Dave.

* Dave follows Dylan and Lissandra out of the door, scowling at Zybala as he walks past. Zybala just smiles and wishes him luck. Dave isn't sure if he's genuine or not, but ignores it regardless. The door closes and Zybala turns to Allton. *

Mike Zybala: I know that you're waiting to hear from Barry about accepting your challenge, and I said that I would make an announcement regarding that. I promise you that if you'll be patient with me just a bit longer, I'll announce the DATE for your match with Barry soon enough.

Lord Allton: So he gave you an answer instead of me. What a coward...

Mike Zybala: Oh no. He didn't talk to me either. I'm making the match regardless. While Warstein and Sunday stole Feud of the Year thanks to a bunch of smart asses voting, we all know which two people the Yardies truly want to see fight. I hope Lissie was able to completely get your leg braces fixed. You're going to need them my friend. I'd wish you luck, but you're Lord Allton. You don't need luck.

* Allton smirks *

Lord Allton: The braces are fully in working order and you're going to see just what I've been working on for our match. It's going to slay you....................and Barry.

* Allton makes a point to emphasize the word slay, leaving Zybala a little unsure of everything. Still, Zybala then reaches out his hand and shakes Allton's. Zybala then shows his way out of the locker room as we cut back to Hood and Rockwell.*

Hood: Good to see the A-List in such good spirits!

Rockwell: Yep, so good that they didn't see Zybala stealing back the Outsiders Tag-Team Trophies...

Hood: He did WHAT??

Rockwell: I'm certain Zybala will make sure to deliver those trophies back to the Malvados, the true owners of the trophies...

Hood: What a thief! And when he was given free entry as well!

Singles Match
Alessandro Quagliaterre (1-0) vs. Dylan Thomas (12-10-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall...

*The lights dim out to an almost pitch black darkness. The crowd falls silent wondering what is happening. The sound of a woman screams.*

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

*The lights turn back on illuminating brightly around the arena. Music subtly preludes into the arena, with a continuous phonetic utterance echoing around the venue by the same female who was screaming.*

"Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum"

*"Disturbia" by Rihanna then plays on the sound system, and the crowd immediately responded with a mixed reception. Alessandro Quagliaterre then bursts through the curtain full of energy. They are decisive in their indifference, not sure whether to love or hate him with the tension at a knife edge. He soaks in the atmosphere and poses at the top of the ramp with a couple of dabs. He elongates this action for a considerable length of time, and this pisses the crowd off.*

"No more gas in the red
Can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said
Can't even speak about it
All my life on my head
Don't want to think about it
Feels like I'm going insane
Yeah"

"It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
It's too close for comfort"

*He smiles back at the crowd, unaffected by their response, and then in his own time, he slowly walks down the ramp without a care in the world.*

Minos: Introducing from Alpine, New Jersey... weighing in at 240 pounds... ALESSANDRO... QUAGLIATERRE!

*He really drags this on and extends the crowd patience to it fullest by taking as long as he wants. The audience gets frustrated throwing, even more, shade in the direction of Alessandro, but he brushes it off. He starts throwing $100 bills into the crowd and they immediately start giving him a huge ovation louder than the speed of sound.*

"Throw on your brake lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind is in Disturbia"

"It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight
Your mind is in Disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia"

*He then finally reaches the ring, and slowly walks up the steel steps, and poses some more on the turnbuckle, to really rub it into the crowd that he has arrived. He then flips down, waiting patiently by the corner of the ring, ready to unleash all types of hell on his opponent.*

Rockwell: Alessandro went to school this week to talk trash about Dylan Thomas...

Hood: I wanted to like AQ, but he lost sound ground with me in his insults towards The A-List.

Rockwell: He did raise the point that maybe recent interactions with Graham Norton and James MacAvoy may have been faked by body doubles...

Hood: Preposterous!! Dylan Thomas doesn't need to fake that, he's with celebrities all the time! That's what being in the A-List is all about, and why I'm proud to be their announcer!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 225 lbs... from Greenwich, Connecticut, but residing in Hollywood, California... accompanied by Lissandra Thomas... here is "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas!!

*'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy starts up and Dylan Thomas emerges through the curtain arm in arm with his wife Lissandra Thomas. Both have a huge air of arrogance about them. The arena is FILLED with boos at these two. Does it phase them? Not in the least. They make their way to the ring with huge smirks on their faces and Dylan helps Lissandra up onto the apron, holding the ring ropes open for her. She climbs through and kisses her man as she does so. In the ring, Dylan arrogantly shouts at the people whilst on the nearest corner and Lissandra stays in the ring showing off her man, applauding. As the music dies down, Dylan helps his wife out of the ring before eyeing the ramp and we're underway.*

Rockwell: We got a bit of a "behind the scenes" look at the A-List this week...

Hood: Lord Allton's going to kill Barry. Guy doesn't even have a last name anymore.

Rockwell: Well, the A-List definitely had an effect earlier tonight, attacking the Tag-Team Champs.

Hood: It's been too long since The A-List were at the top of the GCWA. It's about time we start heading back that direction.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: This should be a fantastic contest.

Hood: I'm upset with AQ.

Rockwell: Why?

Hood: First he said Dylan isn't perfect, second his name is too hard to pronounce.

*Thomas and AQ lock up and struggle a bit but AQ uses his size and strength advantage to take control and powers Thomas into the corner. The referee calls for break and AW gives a clean break, stepping back with a bit of a cocky smile. Dylan charges forward and slaps AW across the face. AQ's smirk changes to anger and he charges for Thomas, but Thomas ducks between the ropes yelling for the referee to stop AQ. The ref intervenes before AW can get his hands on Thomas backing AQ up. *

Rockwell: Unusual to see Dylan Thomas being a coward.

Hood: He's play a game with Alejandro Quina.

Rockwell: Not even close to how you pronounce it.

*AQ yells at Thomas and Thomas leaves the safety of the ropes and locks up with AQ again. This time AQ immediately takes control without struggle and powers Thomas into the ropes again. This time AQ doesn't release his hold on Thomas, the referee tries to break them, but AQ doesn't let go, the referee gets between Thomas an AQ, and Thomas smacks his hands together making a loud clap and then holds his face as the referee breaks the two men up. The referee turns and sees Thomas holding is face and Thomas is claiming AQ slapped him during the break. The ref turns is attention to AQ and starts questioning him about the attack as Thomas laughs behind the ref's back.*

Hood: See, I told you Dylan was playing Akon Quagmire.

Rockwell: Hood, I think you get dumber every week.

*Thomas charges at AQ as AQ is distract, but AQ notices at the last minute and catches Thomas with a hip toss. Thomas hits hard but is quick to his feet only to be met with a clothesline from AQ. Thomas hits hard and immediately rolls out of the ring to the floor where Lisandra rushes over to his aid. AQ smirks in the ring, pleased with having sent someone he doesn't respect from the ring.*

Rockwell: Congratulations Dylan Thomas, you played yourself.

Hood: Look at you, quoting DJ Khalid.

Rockwell: I'm smart. I'm loyal.

Hood: Just like Lisandra.

*Thomas is to his feet and him and Lisandra yell at the referee to get AQ back. AQ backs up and challenges Thomas to get into the ring, Thomas does so, sliding under the bottom rope cautiously and getting to his feet. The two men go to lock up again, but Thomas stops short and kicks AQ in the stomach. Thomas quickly grabs a headlock on AQ and follows up with a headlock take over. Once on the mat AQ counters out by swinging his legs up and hooking Thomas in a head scissors.*

Rockwell: Nice counter.

Hood: Cheater.

*Thomas rolls around to a base and tripods up. Thomas bounces to the left, then the right, and then to the middle and does a summersault out of the head scissors and catches AQ in a headlock again. AQ rolls to all fours, grabs Thomas's wrist and braces his shoulder against Thomas's back. AQ pulls his head back, shoving Thomas forward and frees himself from the headlock while catching Thomas in a hammerlock. Thomas grimaces in pain for a moment but then rolls under AQ reversing into a hammerlock of his own.*

Hood: Now that's a counter for you!

Rockwell: We're getting a very nice back-and-forth match so far...

*Thomas looks quite smug and pleased with himself, but AQ quickly counters with a Granby roll and twist his body under countering into a wrist lock. AQ transitions to his feet keeping the wrist lock on. Thomas gets to his feet and does a forward roll and then a knip up and counters the wrist lock into one of his own. Thomas smiles at AQ with a cocky smile and AQ answers with a big slap across the face of Thomas the breaks the hold and drops Thomas to the mat.*

Hood: BAD FORM ANDY QUAID!

Rockwell: To be fair to Alessandro Quagliaterre, Dylan Thomas did slap him first.

*Dylan slowly rises to his feet but AQ is on top of him grabbing Thomas and shooting him into the ropes. AQ charges toward Thomas and catches him with a jumping Thesz Press followed by punches when on top of Thomas. AQ climbs off of Thomas as the ref counts him. AQ looks at the crowd and dabs, which gets a good pop. AQ turns back to Thomas as Thomas gets to his feet and staggers back into the corner. AQ begins charging at Thomas, but Thomas quickly dives out of the ring to safety. AQ stops himself short in the corner before crashing into the turnbuckle and looks furious.*

Rockwell: Dylan Thomas is running away like a dog with his tail between his legs.

Hood: No he isn't, he is simply playing Aqua Quarantine.

*AQ rolls out of the ring and begins chasing after Thomas. Thomas makes a whole lap around the ring, and then stops and pulls Lisandra in front of him. AQ stops before colliding with her, but grabs Lisandra by the shoulders and moves her aside, but as he does Thomas grabs AQ's face and rakes his eyes. AQ grabs his face in pain, momentarily blinded and as he does Thomas grabs him and rams him back first into the side of the ring. Thomas backs up while holding onto AQ and charges him into the side of the ring a second time. Thomas moves aside and AQ falls to the ground.*

Rockwell: Now that is bad form, hiding behind a woman.

Hood: That's sexist.

Rockwell: No it isn't.

Hood: Whatever sexist.

*Thomas is distracting the ref and as AQ gets on all fours Lisandra kicks him in the ribs. Lisandra retreats as the ref turns around to check on AQ. AQ starts to himself to his feet but as he gets up is met with a baseball slide drop kick from Thomas that sends AQ crashing into the security railing. AQ sinks into the railing but doesn't go down. AQ slowly stands up right but as he does Thomas flies over the top rope with a sling shot cross body and crashes down onto AQ dropping him to the Mat. Thomas jumps to his feet with a look of confidence and delivers the -Selfie Photo Op (Outside the ring only - Dylan leans over the barricade, grabs someone's phone and takes the photo whether they want it on their phone or not!)*

Hood: What a lucky fan.

Rockwell: If you want to call that lucky.

Hood: Yeah, it would have been truly lucky is Lisandra was in the pic too.

*Thomas goes back to AQ, grabbing AQ and rolling him into the ring. Thomas hops onto the apron and stalks AQ as AQ starts to get to his feet. Thomas springboards himself to the top rope and flies at AQ, but AQ catches Thomas in mid air and slams him down with a spinebuster. AQ makes the pin.*

One...

Two...

Kickout.

Rockwell: What a high impact slam, I didn't think Dylan Thomas was going to get up from that.

Hood: Please, it will take more than that to put Dylan Thomas away.

*AQ slowly pushes himself to his feet holding his lower back, and Thomas rolls to his feet as well. Thomas charges with a double axe handle, but AQ counters with an attempt at a Fujiwara armbar. But Thomas slides out and catches AQ in a roll up for only a 1 count. AQ kicks out rolling up to his feet but as he gets to his feet Thomas is there catching him with a jumping knee. AQ doesn't go down but seems to be out on his feet and Thomas quickly grabs him and hits an snap suplex on AQ.*

Hood: See I told you Dylan Thomas was playing Akeem Quandary. Thomas is playing chess while Akbar Quarter is playing checkers.

Rockwell: For crying out loud. IT IS ALLESANDRO QUAGLIATERRE!

Hood: Geez, no need to get hot about it.

*Thomas lifts AQ up and pulls him in lifting him up and dropping AQ down across his knee for a vicious back breaker. Thomas leaves AQ across his knee and shoves down on AQ's body, stretching AQ across his knee. AQ fights back hammering his fist into the ride of Thomas's head. Thomas shoves AQ down and stands up rubbing his face. Thomas charges and jumps with a stomp but as he comes down AQ rolls out of the way into the corner. Thomas looks angry and charges AQ in the corner with a knee, but AQ moves and Thomas nails the turnbuckle with his knee. Thomas falls back to the mat holding his knee. AQ pulls himself up with the ropes and quickly moves in on Thomas. Thomas tries an up kick but AQ catches the leg and hooks it and quickly turns Thomas with a half Boston crab. AQ sinks the hold deep and has Thomas trapped in the middle of the ring.*

Rockwell: Allesandro has Thomas hooked in the middle of the ring, this might be it.

Hood: No way is Dylan Thomas going to submit.

*Thomas tries pushing himself out of the hold, but AQ sinks it deeper. Thomas raises his hand almost ready to tap when Lisandra jumps onto the apron distracting the ref. As the referee turns Thomas begins tapping but the referee is distracted and doesn't see it. Out of frustration AQ releases the hold and moves to the referee. AQ moves the referee to the side and grabs Lisandra which causes the crowd to come alive with cheers. Meanwhile Thomas gets to his feet and charges AQ from behind, but AQ steps out of the way. Thomas stops before running into Lisandra and quickly turns to see AQ charging with a clothesline. Thomas ducks the clothesline and runs off the opposite ropes as AQ bounces off the ropes himself. Both men charge at each other and both men go for cross body blocks. AQ and Thomas collide in mid air and falls to the mat in a heap. The ref checks on both men, but neither of are moving so he starts his count.*

Rockwell: Looks like both men are playing chess.

Hood: No way. Alabama Quidditch is trying to copy Dylan Thomas.

Rockwell: Well right now both men are down and the referee is counting.

1...

2...

3...

4...

Hood: COME ON DYLAN GET UP!

Rockwell: Dylan is the first man starting to move.

5....

6...

*Thomas rolls to all fours, and pushes himself up, but as he get to his feet AQ suddenly knips up. Thomas looks shocked and goes for a jumping knee, but AQ side steps. Thomas spins around and is met with a right hand from AQ. AQ delivers another right hand and then another, driving Thomas into the corner. AQ grabs Thomas and whips him across the ring into the turnbuckle where Thomas hits hard and staggers out right into a belly to belly suplex from AQ. AQ makes the cover.*

One...

Two...

Kickout.

Rockwell: It looks like Allesandro was playing opossum.

Hood: NO! NO ONE OUT SMARTS DYLAN THOMAS!

*AQ gets to his feet and stalks Thomas as Thomas staggers up. AQ moves in and scoops Thomas up in a standing fireman's carry as he prepares for Bedtime" (Go To Sleep). But Thomas counter with combination knee and elbow strikes to the side of AQ's head. AQ drops Thomas and staggers on his feet, Thomas lifts AQ into a standing fireman's of his own, going for Perfect Finisher' (Double Knee Gutbuster). But AQ counters into a crucifix pin.*

1...

2...

KICKOUT!

Rockwell: That was a close one there, these two men are laying it all out on the line.

Hood: Dylan Thomas clearly with the better standing fireman's.

*Both AQ and Thomas roll to their feet. Thomas goes for a right hook, but AQ ducks and goes for a spinning back fist, but Thomas ducks and grabs AQ in a waist lock from behind. Thomas charges AQ into the ropes going for an O'Connor roll, but AQ holds onto the top rope and Thomas rolls backwards and up to his feet. But, as Thomas gets to his feet AQ charges nailing Thomas with the Zidane Headbutt" (Running Knockout Headbutt, like getting hit by a freight train or double decker bus,). Thomas flies back into the ropes which spring Thomas forward into the waiting arms of AQ who lifts Thomas up and drops him with Bedtime (Go To Sleep). AQ makes the cover.*

One...

Two...

Three...

Minos: Here is your winner... Alessandro Quagliaterre!!

Hood: Son of a..

Rockwell: Alessandro stays undefeated! But a pretty nice contest tonight!

Hood: Fuck... I'm going to file an official protest on that ending... Thomas got robbed!

Rockwell: How?

Hood: I'm... working on that...

*Quagliaterre rolls from the ring, headed immediately to the back, as Lissandra checks on her husband. We head to break.*

*The screen flashes to the backstage area where The Big Bifford is standing around with a random crew member. Bifford is wearing a DANGEROUS DAN IS AWESOME t-shirt that is visible under his MAGICAL FLEECE.*

The Big Bifford: It's been weeks since that damn ninja kidnapped Kenny and Earl and Boris... we're beginning to run out of chicken.

*The crew member nods his head, as though wanting to not offend Bifford, but also not wanting to be terribly involved.*

The Big Bifford: To top that off.. I challenged Marcus Ka'Derrion and he still hasn't accepted..

Crew Member: Yeah but that Xavier guy wants to fight you..

The Big Bifford: Who?

Crew Member: Marcus's partner.

The Big Bifford: Like.. life-partner?

Crew Member: Tag Team partner..

Bifford (scowling): I don't want to face the guy's tag team partner.. I want the guy in the grape costume..

Crew Member: Grape costume? That's your old manager Martin Ka'Berryon..

The Big Bifford: I'm confused now..

Crew Member: You challenged Marcus Ka'Derrion.. that's a serious wrestler.. Martin Ka'Berryon was your manager back like a decade ago when you were both in GCWA last. I think it was meant to mock Ka'Derrion, but nobody is really sure. I think he's died at least three times since then... I've been a GCWA fan for life, bro... I remember this stuff. How come you can't?

The Big Bifford: It's been a long and weird career.

Crew Member: You can say that twice.

The Big Bifford: Listen.. until I get Earl, Kenny and Boris back.. will you be my side kick?

Crew Member: Do I have to murder and prep human corpses for chicken meat?

The Big Bifford: Damn straight.

Crew Member: Will I be well paid like Earl or poorly paid like Kenny?

The Big Bifford: Let's go with right in the middle... 75k a year.

Crew Member: Deal.. let me go tell my supervisor I quit.

The Big Bifford: What's your name, son?

Crew Member: I'm Barry the Stage Hand.

The Big Bifford: I'm going to call you Carmichael.

Crew Member: Why?

*Bifford shrugs.*

Carmichael: So.. are you going to accept Xavier's challenge?

Bifford (squinting): Who?

Carmichael: Xavier... Xavier Lux. We just went through this.. Marcus Ka'Derrion's tag team partner.

The Big Bifford: The guy in the grape costume?

Carmichael (groaning): No.. just.. can you wrestle next week? I'll let them know if you accept or decline it when I quit my job.

The Big Bifford: You're quitting your job in this economy?

Carmichael: I'm coming to work for you.

Bifford (smiling): Wow.. you're pretty industrious.. you're hired!

Carmichael: And I want 85k.. this is.. this is already very frustrating.

The Big Bifford: You know, Carmichael.. I think you're worth it. Consider it done! And sure, I'll fight the guy in the grape costume's cousin. I already murdered his father.

Carmichael: Well.. okay. I'm just going to walk away now before you say anything else crazy.

The Big Bifford: Godspeed, Carmichael.. I'll leave your costume near catering.

Carmichael (stopping in his tracks): .. Costume?

The Big Bifford (smiling and nodding): Oh yeah.. you're gonna be a genie.

*Carmichael looks perplexed and opens his mouth as though he's going to ask "why" - but then he stops short and just walks away leaving Bifford alone.*

Singles Match
Terry Marshall (9-3) vs. E.W. Montgomery (7-1)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening... first, standing 6'5" and weighing 311 lbs... from Huntinton, West Virginia... here is "Thundering" Terry Marshall!!!

*"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC hits the speakers, bringing the people to their feet. They cheer as Terry Marshall begins to make his way out of the back... riding the horse from earlier this week!! The horse, well-trained, stops at the edge of the ramp, waiting for instructions. Marshall, smiling, gives the crowd a nod of his ten-gallon hat before continuing down the ramp, with the horse calmly taking them to the ring. An attendant is waiting to take the horse as Marshall gets off, giving the horse a pat on the head before entering through the ropes.*

Rockwell: Marshall's western adventure was almost ruined by cattle rustlers, but his friends returned in time to make the save...

Hood: Man, I can't believe the Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders are gone...

Rockwell: We're back to Sports Entertainment Xpress, once and hopefully for all, as the darkness has released "Dark Lord" and "Madness" to get us back Space Lord and the Cosmic Cowboy!

Hood: Only in wrestling...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'5" and weighing 337 lbs of pure hoss... from El Dorado, Arkansas... here is E.W. Montgomery!!

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

Rockwell: The mystery is widening with what happened to Wrigley, Montgomery's manager.

Hood: Did it really widen? All we know is the detectives think Montgomery did it, which isn't too surprising since he was threatening to take out Wrigley when he lost his belt...

Rockwell: It almost seems too obvious, though, Hood. Someone probably took advantage of the situation...

Hood: If they did, they were smart, as Montgomery might be going down for it... but not tonight...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: It's time to see our final fight!

Hood: I wish Marshall was being forced to fight in those Tony Lama tennis shoe boots...

Rockwell: They didn't look great, but wouldn't they give him an advantage with his kicks?

Hood: Eh, probably no more than usual...

*Marshall, still wearing his ten gallon hat, tips it at Montgomery, who tells him to throw it into the crowd light he did. Marshall seems a little reluctant, considering the hat as he takes it off... and Montgomery moves as soon as the hat blocks Marshall's vision for a moment, running over and launching the Kali-Ma! (Heart Punch)! It lands a little higher than Montgomery intended, catching Marshall in the right shoulder, but the effect is still there as Marshall falls back into the corner, clutching at his arm. Montgomery follows it up with a series of punches to the face, stunning Marshall, before grabbing his hat off the ground and launching it into the crowd!*

Rockwell: Montgomery, ironcially, takes advantage of someone else being unable to see!

Hood: Hey, if Marshall ends up wanting that hat back, I'm sure someone will sell it to him for a decent price...

Rockwell: So he'd have to buy it, even though it's his own property that someone else took away?

Hood: He doesn't have to buy it, but I bet it's going on eBay...

*Montgomery has pulled Marshall up now, still hammering away on him in the corner. He pulls Marshall out by the head, landing another three punches as he hangs onto him in a headlock. Montgomery then drops his weight, causing Marshall to fall headfirst to the canvas! With Marshall down, Montgomery turns and makes the first cover of the match... 1... and Marshall kicks out right as the two count was coming down. Montgomery has no problems continuing the punishment, making sure to hang onto Marshall as he brings him back up. He grabs Marshall around the waist, applying a bearhug!*

Hood: Wow, we're really going a little old-school in this one, aren't we?

Rockwell: Not too surprising with the two competitors here. Both have been in the wrestling business for quite a while.

Hood: So you're saying this is likely not to be a marathon match...

Rockwell: Not a chance in hell...

*As Montgomery swings Marshall back and forth, working the bear hug, Marshall is vehemently refusing to submit to the referee. He muscles up his strength, using his free arms to feel the power of the Thunderamaniacs in attendance. With the crowd behind him, Marshall muscles up, punching away at Montgomery's exposed head, finally managing to break free after a third shot. He then pushes off, going to the ropes and coming back... right into Montgomery's Big Ol'e Size 16 Boot to the Face!!! The crowd gasps as Marshall goes down, with Montgomery dropping on top of him to try and hold him down... 1... 2... and Marshall shoves Montgomery off of him, managing to get to his knees!*

Rockwell: Uh oh, is Marshall about to h-

Hood: Remember the copyright laws, Adrian!

Rockwell: Right, right...

*Marshall is pumping his fists now as the old-timer starts to rise up, feeling the energy of the crowd. He takes a hit from Montgomery, momentarily staggering him, but Marshall comes right back with a finger pointed right at Montgomery! Having no idea what that means, Montgomery tries for another boot to the face, but Marshall manages to shove it aside, stepping in and picking Montgomery up into the air, scoop slamming him to the canvas!! Montgomery hops right back up, stunned, with Marshall slamming him a second time... and then a third time!! Montgomery stays down after the third slam, the wind knocked out of him, as Marshall steps to the side, signaling for Thunder Struck (Spinning Polish Hammer)!!*

Rockwell: Marshall wants to end this one already!

Hood: Damn, is there a special at the hotel buffet or something? What's the rush?

Rockwell: The man's got places to be and a wife to enjoy life with!

*The referee has moved out of range as Marshall sizes up his prey, bracing his arm, which is still stinging from the heart punch earlier. As soon as Montgomery reaches his feet, Marshall comes in, charging at him for Thunder Struck!!! But Montgomery ducks under the punch, managing to pick Marshall into the air and deliver the Razorback-Breaker (Backbreaker followed by stretch across knee)!!! Marshall groans, having already taken damage to his back earlier, as Montgomery holds him there for a few additional seconds before having to let go due to fatigue. He puts a hand on Marshall... 1... 2... and Marshall is able to kick out.*

Rockwell: Marshall has taken a beating in this one!

Hood: Montgomery is a badass, no question about it. The only question is whether he's a murderer as well...

Rockwell: You really think he killed Wrigley, Hood?

Hood: I don't know... but I do know he's got the strength to do it... and he's got that creepy woman who could probably disappear a body...

Rockwell: Who?

*Montgomery moves to the ropes, preparing himself as Marshall painfully gets to one knee. As Marshall rises, Montgomery comes at him from behind, cocked and loaded with Welcome To The Slaughterhouse (Charging Lariat)!!! But he's a little wide, which allows Marshall to dodge to the right, avoiding the strike! Montgomery fights to stop his momentum, turning towards Marshall and rushing at him, but Marshall is ready now, giving Montgomery a back body drop! As Montgomery hits, Marshall is already going to the ropes, and he meets a rising Montgomery on the way back with a running forearm that knocks Montgomery into the ropes... causing him to get tied up!!!*

Hood: Montgomery is helpless!

Rockwell: Will Marshall take advantage? He definitely would have back when he was in the Nefarious Wrestling Outsiders...

Hood: Hit him, Marshall, show us your dark side again!

*Montgomery fights to get free of the ropes, knowing that he's in trouble. Marshall steps towards him, hands raised... and then grabs the ropes himself, twisting them so that Montgomery gets free! The referee nods to Marshall, admiring his sportsmanship. Montgomery, though, looks annoyed by the choice, as he doesn't want anyone to think he was 'spared'. He turns and swings immediately at Marshall, but Marshall ducks down, then gets an arm around Montgomery's neck, performing a forward side slam!! Montgomery has the air knocked out of him, but that's not good enough for Marshall, who drops an elbow, then a second one, before finally making the cover... 1... 2... and Montgomery manages to kick out!*

Rockwell: Marshall is threatening to take over this contest!

Hood: And he's doing it without any help from his partners... stupid...

Rockwell: I know, you think cheating is always the way to go...

Hood: Only if you're smart enough to get away with it.

*Marshall has now applied a front face lock, working over Montgomery to keep him grounded. It's also probably because Marshall needs a slight breather after those elbow drops. Slowly, Montgomery fights against the hold, getting both wrestlers to rise up. He then lifts Marshall into the air, dropping backwards and slamming Marshall on his back! The two older wrestlers roll away from each other, each looking like the match is taking its toll on them. After a few moments, the two wrestlers both get to their knees, staring at each other. Montgomery throws the first punch, which is immediately followed by Marshall's strike! The two men punch away, earning the cheers of the crowd.*

Hood: This one isn't going to last much longer if neither man can stand...

Rockwell: It's going to be about who's got the heart to keep going the longest!

Hood: Or if Montgomery or Marshall would just grab some tights, we could go get some food at Red Robin!

*The two wounded warriors get to their feet, still punching away. Montgomery gets the edge with a knee up into Marshall's mid-section, staggering him. Montgomery takes full advantage, picking Marshall up and delivering the Cattlebuster (Spike Slam)!!! Marshall's down, not moving, but it takes Montgomery a few seconds before he's able to get to the cover... 1... 2... 3, NO!!! Marshall's shoulder is up! Montgomery looks in the direction of the referee, wondering if he heard right. He shakes his head and gets up, not bothering to argue with him, although he's clearly pissed about the count.*

Hood: I thought Montgomery had him there!

Rockwell: It was a close count, but we have to go by what the ref says...

Hood: Well, that's a crappy rule, why don't we make it "Go by what Hood says"?

Rockwell: I don't think so...

*Montgomery works to get Marshall up, hanging onto him tightly. He appears to be mumbling something to Marshall, but we can't tell what's being said. Probably something about replacing his favorite flannel shirt. He throws Marshall to the side, sending him to the ropes. As Marshall comes back, he tries to swing a clothesline at Montgomery, but Montgomery dodges underneath and goes to the ropes himself. He comes back to meet Marshall, going for Welcome To The Slaughterhouse!! But no, Marshall avoids it, then spins as Montgomery turns around, smashing into him with Thunder Struck!!! Montgomery falls against the ropes, but hangs there, not falling, as Marshall looks on, amazed!*

Rockwell: Did the ropes hold Montgomery up, or is he standing on his own??

Hood: Has to be the ropes, right? No one can take that strike and still stand!

*Marshall takes a step back, flabbergasted as Montgomery slowly comes forward, raising his fists in front of him. The hands are slightly shaky, making it seem as if Montgomery's barely functional, but he still wants to fight. He steps towards Marshall, telling him let's go, and Marshall decides to respond... spinning into a second Thunder Struck!!!! This time Montgomery collapses to the mat, with Marshall looking a little relieved as he goes for the cover, hanging onto the legs... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... "Thundering" Terry Marshall!!!

Rockwell: Marshall does it!

Hood: Damn, I was starting to wonder what could take Montgomery down there!

Rockwell: It was a fierce fight between two veterans, but only one could walk away the winner!

Hood: Got any more cliches to throw out there?

Rockwell: Of course I do, I'm a wrestling announcer.

Hood: Truth.

Rockwell: It's been an amazing night, and we have a great show lined up next week! We'll see you then!

*Marshall has already left the ring, looking pretty weary. Space Lord and The Cosmic Cowboy come out of the back to go and greeet him, celebrating with their friend. In the ring, Montgomery has moved to a seated position in the corner, working to recover. He has no one with him, since we still don't know where Wrigley is. We fade out.*

*We return back to the Accelerator's suite, where the owner is applauding what he's just witnessed. He considers giving it a standing ovation, but it doesn't feel like a good day for it, so he stays in the chair. Behind him, the door opens, with Deana coming into the room.*

The Accelerator: Hello, daughter. Very exciting show this week. I enjoyed it a lot, you really outdid yourself.

Deana Barrows: Thanks, Dad... so look, we need to talk.

The Accelerator: Oh? About what? Adrenaline Rush? Need some help putting something together?

Deana Barrows: No... it's about Hunter... he called me last week...

*For once, The Accelerator looks like he's been rendered speechless. He hasn't heard anything about his other son in quite some time, and not long afterwards, his other son, Jonathan, was arrested for his disappearance and will be going on trial later this year. Ace has always suspected that Deana had something to do with it, as she removed all barriers to her taking over the GCWA.*

The Accelerator: Was he... okay?

Deana Barrows: I don't know... he sounded like it, but, something wasn't quite right. I told him to call you, but obviously he never did.

The Accelerator: Not that I'm aware of, although I do screen my phone calls... hmmm.

Deana Barrows: He told me something about Jonathan... and what really happened to him.

*It's at this point that Deana notices the cameraman off to the side, recording as he always does.*

Deana Barrows: Excuse me, this is family business. Please leave.

*The cameraman knows who pays him the big bucks, or at least the medium bucks. Within seconds, the feed is cut, and we head to the credits screen of Friday Night Inferno.*

OOC: Another Friday Night Inferno in the books! Wooo! Good to be knocking them down regularly again, hopefully that continues. Thank you to Ka'Derrion, Outcast, and Raven for each writing a match this week, which always helps me out. Much appreciated! We'll see you next week!

GCWA Presents - Friday Night Inferno!

LIVE! Friday, January 22nd, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, Texas

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Enforcer vs. Al Fredo

PerZag vs. Blood Dragon

Dex Griffin vs. Alessandro Quagliaterre, GCWA World Television Title #1 Contenders match

Betsy Granger vs. Miss Fury

Life Before Death (Lucas Thames & Mike Zybala) vs. Sports Entertainment Xpress

The Big Bifford vs. Xavier Lux

Chad Vargas vs. Shawn Warstein

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Friday, January 15th to Wednesday, January 20th, giving you 6 days to post your roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count. You may only post one roleplay per day for the title matches.

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

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

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

Good luck to all!