GCWA Homecoming

*Well, now you've done it. You've paid actual, honest-to-goodness cash in order to see a wrestling Pay-Per-View. And for those of you saying to yourselves, "No, I didn't. There was no cash involved. Who uses cash anymore? I used a credit card", then congratulations, you paid MORE money in order to see a wrestling Pay-Per-View. Gotta love that credit card interest charge. Oh well. It's worth it. You know it and I know it. You plop yourself down in your most comfortable chair and get ready for a fun night of action.

*The picture comes up on the image of a classroom. Pieces of paper are flying across, some shaped like paper airlines, some wadded up into balls. One clever person has crafted paper cranes, showing how bored they've been. The noise is loud, as everyone seems to be talking loudly at the same time. An older-looking woman with gray hair slowly comes into the room and goes up to the chalkboard. She runs her nails down it, eliciting an awful noise that quickly silences everyone in the room.*

Teacher: Quiet! Quiet I say, you fucking brats! It's time to learn, you snot-nosed little shits!

*The teacher turns to the board and starts writing, putting four letters on the board: G. C. W. A.*

Teacher: Who can tell me what this means?

*Hands start going up throughout the room. We see a lot of young faces, all of whom look a little like your favorite wrestlers.*

R.M.: Opportunity?

Teacher: Not for everyone, especially someone like you!

Crash: Bloodshed!

Jace: Pain!

Teacher: I'll give you pain, you little...

TLS: Darkness...

Xtreme: Agony...

Bifford: OCW!

Teacher: Shut up and eat your chicken, you!

Dylan: Championships!

Duce: A second chance!

Dan: A final run!

Chad: WEAK ASS BOOKING!

Teacher: None of you are getting it!

Ed: Glory...

Lurrr: To be the best...

Derek: To stay the best...

Bifford: To eat the best... chicken...

*The teacher slams her ruler down, stopping the answers from coming.*

Teacher: Anyone else?

*Slowly, a final hand goes up from the back of the room. The young man stands up, looking frail. He's wearing the hair and outfit of the Accelerator.*

The Accelerator: It means... home.

*The teacher finally smiles. She nods, even as, behind her, the chalkboard starts to crumble. The pieces being to fall away, as videos begin to play behind it. We see R.M. Strong finding his contract in the trash, The Lost Soul having a staredown with Derek Mobley, and Chad Vargas raising his arms in victory. It cuts to The Danger Boiz standing in the ring and staring out at newcomers Crash Rodriguez & Jace Savage. Another cut, this time taking us to the furious battle between Duce Jones and Dylan Thomas for the GCWA North American Title. We see Thomas victoriously raising up the belt, with Lissandra hanging on him, followed by Thomas attacking Thomas with a headbutt to take him down. Finally, we see shots from the Round Robin Tournament, featuring Lurrr, The Big Bifford, and Ed Houston, leading up to Derek Mobley returning with the belt, and Lurrr taking him out with a Wake Up Call. All four men are shown, staring each other down, as the final image appears.*


*We go back to the teacher one more time.*

Teacher: Class... dismissed... HA HA HA HA HA!!!

*The teacher's face seems to dissolve in front of us. But it's more of a photographic change, so don't get too grossed out. The image burns away, taking us to the newly-christened GCWA Arena. The place is packed, as people have come from all over Texas for this historic event. There might even be some non-Texans in the crowd, you never know. The camera pans across all the signs, ranging from "Dylan Can Have My Baby Too!" to "Houston, We Have A Championship!" to "Crash The Ring, Reap The Rewards!". We make our way around the crowd to the ringside area, where Adrian Rockwell and Hood are waiting.*

Rockwell: Welcome, one and all, to the first Pay-Per-View since the GCWA made its return! Welcome to Homecoming!!

Hood: Wooo!! I love first PPV's! Anyone can win! Anyone can fall! Anyone can get fired! I'm looking at you, Adrian!

Rockwell: Right back at you, Hood. We've got four great matches tonight, each of which will blow the roof off our new digs here at the GCWA Arena!

Hood: The maintenance costs here are going to be legendary!

Rockwell: Three championships will be decided tonight! The future of the GCWA will be chosen! Who will be the leader of the locker room? Can Derek Mobley retain the championship he won so long ago, or will The Big Bifford, Ed Houston, or Lurrr take the crown? There MUST be a winner tonight!

Hood: Not gonna have a No-Contest tonight. I want to see a winner! And I want that winner to be Lurrr! No one is more deserving!

Rockwell: I think Bifford and Houston would both dispute that.

Hood: Lurrr knocked out the champ last week! Thus, he should be the champ now!

Rockwell: That sounds like Bifford logic.

Hood: Hey, only Bifford can do Bifford logic.

Rockwell: Fair enough. We've got a lot to get to, so let's get it rolling!


"I Want To Take You On A Rollercoaster!"

*"Leave You Far Behind" by Lunatic Calm hits the speakers, earning a loud cheer from the crowd. They all turn to the front entrance, where The Accelerator appears, flanked by his two sons, Jonathan & Hunter Barrows. The three men all get a loud ovation, with a "GCWA" chant rolling through the arena.*

Rockwell: Here they are, the three men who made tonight possible!

Hood: Well, Jonathan and Hunter, anyway. Ace was more a figurehead.

Rockwell: Ace signed at least half the talent competing tonight!

Hood: You mean the old talent, right? Yep, he did, while Jonathan & Hunter have been working on the New Era of the GCWA!

*Ace gives a nod to the back, and the music cuts out. All three men are carrying mics with them.*

The Accelerator: How y'all doing, boyos??

*The place pops, always loving a "boyo" from the founder of the GCWA. Hunter laughs, while Jonathan is inscrutable as ever.*

The Accelerator: I just wanted to come out and personally thank all of you for coming out here tonight for our first major show in ten years. It's good to know the Global Championship Wrestling Association is still respected for the amount of athletic talent and charisma we will be bringing to the table. We can promise you a tremendous night of action, so you will get even more than you paid for!

*The fans are excited, although some are ready to move on and get to the actual matches. Ace nods to his sons, who step forward.*

Hunter Barrows: Are you all ready for a fucking, balls-to-the-wall experience that will leave you breathless??

*The crowd seems a little less sure about the strange reference that almost sounds like porn, but some cheer anyway. Some in the crowd still boo, remembering Hunter's actions the last few weeks.*

Jonathan Barrows: We're definitely promising you all a night you will never forget!

The Accelerator: And I know you people didn't come out here to hear an old Hall of Famer and his sons talking, so why don't we...

Jonathan Barrows: Hold on, father. Before we go any farther, Hunter and I wanted to give you something.

*Ace, looking surprised, nods, and Jonathan signals to the back. A covered plaque is brought out and set in front of the three men, positioned on an easel.*

Hunter Barrows: This is for all you've meant to us, and getting the GCWA going again.

Jonathan Barrows: A true tribute to a legend!

*Ace, still a little unsure, waits as Jonathan and Hunter each grab a side of the cover and yank it off. The crowd ooh's at what looks to be a solid gold plaque, with The Accelerator's image carved into the top of it. It's as Ace was when he was younger, back when he actually wrestled. The dedication on the plaque mentions Ace's tireless efforts on the betterment of the GCWA. Ace, looking near tears, gives his sons each a hug.*

Hood: See how great those guys are? What a tribute!

Rockwell: I've gotta say, it's a great sight. Ace deserves all the accolades given to him.

*Jonathan gives his father one more quick hug, and then turns back to the audience.*

Jonathan Barrows: Let's hear it for The Accelerator!

*The chants of "Ace!" ring out, echoing throughout the space. Ace is still fighting the emotions, enjoying the moment. He waves to the crowd, then turns, taking his plaque. Hunter walks back with him, patting Ace on the shoulders. Jonathan watches them leave, and then turns back to the crowd.*

Jonathan Barrows: I suppose it's time for some wrestling?

*A loud "Yes!" sounds out. A couple of "Finally!" yells can also be heard.*

Jonathan Barrows: Then let's kick things off with a Triple Threat!

*Another deafening roar sounds. Minos can be seen, stepping into the ring, even as Jonathan watches from the ramp.*


Triple Threat match
R.M. Strong (1-1) vs. Chad Vargas (2-1) vs. The Lost Soul (25-23-2)

Minos: Our first match of the evening... is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'4" and weighing 264 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... here is R.M. Strong!!

*The arena lights don't dim or anything. You can slightly hear music coming from the backstage area as R.M. Strong pushes through the curtain. He's carrying an 80's era boom box which is blaring LLCoolJ's Momma Said Knock You Out. Its very loud, so the sound is horrible. He's wearing a Chicago Cubs jersey, sleeves ripped off. He carries the boombox down the aisle, looking over the crowd with their mix of cheers and boos. He slides the stereo into the ring, then slides under the bottom rope.*

Rockwell: Strong was close to being fired by The Accelerator, before working out a last opportunity to prove himself. He defeated Xtreme, and now is looking to knock off two amazing talents here tonight, after choosing to face both by drawing it out of a hat.

Hood: A guy who found a contract in the trash and signed it really doesn't deserve another opportunity. Ace should have just canned his ass.

Rockwell: "Canned"?

Hood: Pun unintended. Unless you liked it, then it was completely intentional.

Rockwell: It was terrible.

Hood: Okay, unintentional.

Minos: Entering next... he is an OCW Hall of Famer... standing 6'4" and weighing 240 lbs... from Knoxville, Tennessee... here is "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!!

*"Needle and the Spoon" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the speakers, earning a strong reaction from the crowd. Many are cheering, happy to have such a legendary wrestler here, but others are booing just out of pure instinct. Chad Vargas struts out of the back, barely acknowledging the crowd as he heads for the ring. He looks more determined than last week.*

Rockwell: Vargas seemed to be climbing up quickly here in the GCWA, but a loss to Ed Houston in the main event last week has to sting.

Hood: I'm sure he'll get over it. The man is a legend, after all.

Rockwell: He was definitely not amused to be put into the opening match tonight against Strong & TLS.

Hood: He's a main eventer! Guy should be fighting for gold, not in a meaningless match like this!

Minos: Finally, making his way to the ring... standing 6'3" and weighing 235 lbs... from Parts Unknown... he is a former GCWA Intercontinental and X Division Champion... here is The Lost Soul!!

*The theme to Halloween plays as the lights dim. A spotlight shines on the entrance way as TLS appears. The crowd brings out their phones and turns on their flashlight apps as he makes his way methodically to the ring.*

Rockwell: The Lost Soul was in the battle for the GCWA World Title shot here tonight, but unfortunately the odds didn't work out in his favor.

Hood: That's how quickly it can change, from the main event to the pre-show!

Rockwell: Still, a man with the skills and experience of TLS can always be expected to be a threat to win any match he's in.

Hood: I just hope he brought his "A" mask with him this time.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Who will come out the winner to start off GCWA Homecoming??

Hood: C'mon, Vargas!

*The three men have each taken up positions in each corner. They all start moving forward, choosing their first target. As they reach the center of the ring, though, a voice stops them in their tracks.*

Jonathan Barrows: Sorry to interrupt...

*The crowd instantly turns, as do the wrestlers, as Jonathan Barrows has been quietly waiting near the ramp since his earlier appearance. There appears to be a lot of confusion.*

Rockwell: What's going on?

Hood: Was Jonathan not finished with his Ace Tribute?

*The camera focuses on Jonathan, who has the mic back up.*

Jonathan Barrows: Before you guys get busy hitting each other, I just wanted to let you know about the clause that's been added to your match. You see, we're going to start cleaning out some of the clutter starting tonight, and this is as good a place as any to get started on it. So your match? The winner... gets to keep his job here. Good luck to you!

*Jonathan drops the mic and walks towards the back, leaving the wrestlers in the ring looking speechless.*

Rockwell: The winner gets to keep his job? Wait... so does that mean even the person who doesn't get pinned... gets fired??

Hood: Whoa! Bombshell!!

*The Lost Soul turns, protesting to the referee, who reacts like there's nothing he can do. Strong, who had to already be worried about his employment, kicks at the bottom rope... and then gets dragged down from behind, as Vargas quickly grabs him and rolls him up, holding the trunks!! The referee dives past TLS and makes the count... 1... 2... and TLS barely gets there in time to break it up! Vargas hops up, with The Lost Soul angrily getting in his face, but Vargas is quick to boot The Lost Soul in the stomach, then grab his head, snapping him down the Lethal Strike swinging neckbreaker!!! Vargas again makes the cover... 1... 2... and this time it's Strong breaking it up.*

Rockwell: While Strong & TLS were in shock, Vargas is going for the kill!

Hood: The Confederate Icon has been through it all, Adrian. He's not going to let an announcement like that shake him from his game!

*Strong lands some right hands, getting Vargas back into the corner. But one punch is blocked, and Vargas reverses, hammering away at Strong instead. He goes to whip Strong out to the other side, but Strong reverses it, and Vargas goes instead... right into a clothesline from The Lost Soul! Vargas hits the back of his head upon landing and rolls away, leaving the ring to try and recover. Strong starts after him, wanting to focus on Vargas, but The Lost Soul grabs him as soon as he goes by, getting a school boy roll up!! The referee is there... 1... 2... but Strong is able to kick out in time.*

Rockwell: This match just became "Who can win the quickest!"

Hood: Careers are on the line! Livelihoods! Vargas, sure, he'd be okay, but who knows how much debt a man like TLS has? And Strong, well, probably no debt, but he'll be back in the trash cans by dawn!

Rockwell: What a horrible decision from Barrows, dropping this stipulation on them like he did!

Hood: You think they'd be doing any better if he told them about it a week ago?

*Strong is back up now, although an eye rake has sent him blindly stumbling backwards into the ropes. The Lost Soul comes after him, kicking him in the lower abdomen, before locking him up for a suplex. However, the suplex is blocked... by Vargas, who comes in from behind and wraps up TLS around the waist. He lifts, showing his strength, and gets a Belly-To-Back suplex on TLS, while flipping Strong over as well!! The fans cheer the maneuver, even if they're not fond of the man who did it. Vargas is back up first, stomping on the back of TLS' head, before turning to Strong and locking him up. He drops him with the Snakeskin DDT!!! Cocky as ever, Vargas makes the cover with one arm... 1... 2... but TLS shoves him from behind, breaking it up in time.*

Rockwell: It's so difficult to get the win when you have someone else in there who can disrupt the pin.

Hood: Just wait until our Fatal Fourway later tonight!

Rockwell: Yeah, but those guys don't have their careers on the line, do they?

Hood: You don't know that, Adrian. Anything is possible in the GCWA!

*Strong rolls to the apron, then falls to the floor, completely out of it. Meanwhile, Vargas grabs at The Lost Soul, dragging him towards him, trying to set him up for The Stroke!! But The Lost Soul fights free, landing an uppercut that staggers Vargas back against the ropes. Vargas shakes it off, even as The Lost Soul hits the ropes and charges back at him. Vargas, seeing this, dodges to the right, but TLS keeps going, leaping through the ropes and diving onto Strong on the outside!!! The crowd pops the agility of the veteran, and even Vargas is nodding his head, impressed.*

Rockwell: Love him or hate him, The Lost Soul is always entertaining!

Hood: Yeah, but suicide dives are even more dangerous when your career is on the line!

Rockwell: When you've been wrestling as long as TLS has, you can't just change your style. You've got to go with what brought you here!

Hood: I still say there's someone else under the mask. That can't be the same guy who wrestled decades ago in the ICWF, OCW, and GCWA.

*As both wrestlers on the outside are struggling to get up, Vargas points their direction, looking to the crowd. There are cheers, so Vargas turns and hits the ropes, runs forward... and then stops, laughing at the audience that they would think he would do something like that. The boos are heavy, as Vargas jokes around with the referee. The cheers start up again, though, as both The Lost Soul and R.M. Strong slide back into the ring, standing up. Vargas, turning and seeing them, charges for a double clothesline, but misses. He spins around, but TLS and Strong both kick him, then take him up together with a suplex, slamming the Confederate Icon down!! The crowd loves it, even as both men go to try for the cover.... 1... but Vargas is quick to get a shoulder up.*

Rockwell: What would happen if both men pinned Vargas? Would Vargas be the only one fired?

Hood: That would be a WEAK ASS ruling!

*Strong and The Lost Soul both get Vargas up, throwing him to the ropes again. This time, they give him a double back body drop, flipping him around to land hard on the mat. Strong and TLS both nod at each other, apparently deciding on a truce. As Strong steps forward, though, The Lost Soul again tries to come from behind for a roll-up! This time, though, Strong was ready, jumping away from TLS, turning, and nailing him with the 1871 ripcord lariat!!! The Lost Soul is down, as Strong urges a reaction from the crowd. He reaches down, lifting TLS up, and sets him for the Chicago Massacre!! But as Strong starts to lift TLS in the air, Vargas is back, taking out Strong's legs and sending both men crashing down!!*

Rockwell: A horrible landing for both men!

Hood: I don't know who took the worst of that, but I know it wasn't Chad Vargas!

*Strong struggles back to his feet first, but Vargas is waiting for him, hammering him across the back of the neck with a forearm. With Strong partially incapacitated, Vargas locks him up, looking towards the booing crowd. He sets, reading for the Stroke! But The Lost Soul grabs at Vargas' leg, distracting him. He tries to yank Vargas off-balance, but Vargas stays upright, kicking TLS in the chest and knocking him back down! Vargas then turns, fighting off the last attempts of Strong to get away, before dropping him with the Stroke right on top of The Lost Soul!!! Both men are down, as Vargas puts his weight on both of them, throwing a cocky smile to the camera... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... Chad Vargas!!!

Hood: Yes!! Vargas' career continues!!

Rockwell: But two great wrestlers have just lost their contracts with the GCWA!

Hood: It's still the best possible scenario, Adrian! The Confederate Icon stays with the company!

*The crowd is clearly not pleased, but Chad Vargas doesn't really care what they think. He throws a few middle fingers their way as he leaves the ring, not bothering to fully celebrate. The Lost Soul pulls himself up using the ropes, looking out, and for a moment, he and Vargas lock eyes. Vargas shrugs, gives him a nod, and then walks away, leaving them behind. The Lost Soul slowly pulls himself up, looking around, and the crowd starts to cheer him, not wanting him to leave.*

Hood: It's the end for The Lost Soul!

Rockwell: Maybe, someday, we'll see him again, either here or elsewhere. Good luck to you, TLS!

*The Lost Soul seems to acknowledge the fans, giving them a nod. He reaches up, grabbing hold of his mask, as if to remove it. But after a second, he instead tugs it down firmer, refusing to reveal himself to the audience, earning some cheers. He turns and leaves the ring, as R.M. Strong sits up, getting checked on by the referee. Strong looks extremely disappointed.*

Rockwell: This clearly didn't go the way Strong intended.

Hood: When given a choice of opponents, he should have just chosen Jones!

Rockwell: He may not have been signed in the traditional way, but it's still a sad ending to a wrestler's run with the company.

Hood: Plenty of dumpsters out back for you to go through, Strong!

*Unlike The Lost Soul, Strong doesn't look too eager to leave just yet. He argues with the referee, apparently claiming that he can raise his shoulder up even while out cold. Suddenly, the fans boo as security starts to make their way down to forcibly remove the wrestler. Strong, seeing them coming, sizes up the odds... and then turns and slides out of the ring, heading into the crowd! He avoids the security guards, giving some high fives to a few of the fans on his way up the stairs, exiting his way.*

Hood: What a beginning! Two wrestlers gone after only one match! What else is going to happen tonight?

Rockwell: I'm almost afraid to find out, Hood.



*From her hospital bed in Hollywood, California, Lissandra Thomas very quickly makes a phone call.*

Lissandra: Hi Baby...

*We cut to Dylan Thomas who has just made it to the arena.*

Rockwell: There he is - the GCWA North American Champion, set to go one on one with Duce Jones for the second time, later tonight.

Hood: Yeah, but... where's Lissandra?

Rockwell: That's quite the question Hood, I have no idea. Surely - surely! Dylan Thomas isn't going to play fair tonight?

Hood: Hey, Dylan Thomas is a man of integrity Adrian, that's bias!

Rockwell: What, and saying he's a man of integrity isn't?

Hood: Not when it's fact.

*Dylan opens the door to the arena just as George is trudging along behind with Dylan's bag. The door shuts on George. Dylan is beginning to get slightly agitated towards George.*

Dylan Thomas: Yeah baby... I just got to the arena. George, come on I don't want to be late! Don't worry baby, you have nothing to worry about, tonight. You just rest easy and watch me beat Duce in that ring tonight. You want me to what? Wave? Aww. You are just too cute aren't you?

*Dylan looks at the camera waving.*

Dylan Thomas: No, no... you just rest easy sweetheart. Don't you worry about a thing. I have a plan. Look Lissie, I gotta go, I've just reached my dressing room. OK. OK. What? Yes. Hey, what do you mean we're not naming the baby 'Dylan jr.'? Of course we are.

*Dylan chuckles.*

Dylan Thomas: What if it's a girl? Well obviously Lissie jr.!

*Dylan laughs again. George finally catches up with Dylan and Dylan motions for him to go into the dressing room.*

Dylan Thomas: OK. Bye baby. Love you.

*We cut back to the commentary team of Rockwell and Hood.*

Hood: Oh my fucking God! Is Lissandra...

Rockwell: It would seem that way, Hood. Congratulations to Mrs. Thomas!

Hood: I can't believe I was never told. We're extremely tight, you know.

Rockwell: Of course you are. Well the question remains... where will Dylan's head be tonight and what plan was he referring to?

Hood: Oh... you conspiracy theorist, Adrian!

Rockwell: He said it himself!

Hood: I didn't hear.

Rockwell: Nothing's changed there, then. Wait, Dylan in his wrestling gear is leaving the arena!

Hood: He's probably hungry! His match isn't for a while yet!

*We fade out as Dylan opens the door to the arena.*



*We return to the backstage offices, where The Accelerator appears to be currently in an argument with his sons. The plaque Ace received earlier can be seen sitting on the floor, apparently tossed there.*

The Accelerator: I'm just saying, you never cleared that with me!

Hunter Barrows: But it needed to be done!

*Ace angrily disagrees, shaking his head.*

The Accelerator: I do not approve of losing talent like The Lost Soul and R.M. Strong!

Jonathan Barrows: I'm sorry, Dad, but the decision has been made. It was part of the contract that these wrestlers signed.

Hunter Barrows: We'll be better off without those two, don't worry, Pop.

The Accelerator: I'm just saying, we're supposed to be working together on this stuff!

Jonathan Barrows: Look, we'll discuss it later, okay? Plenty of time after this show is over. Let's just keep things moving, okay?

*The Accelerator still looks steamed, but he does understand that the show must go on. He takes a deep breath, calming his heart. The nurse his sons hired is close by, watching him. She appears concerned.*

The Accelerator: Okay, son. But we WILL be talking about this.

*The Accelerator storms out of the room. Hunter and Jonathan look at each other, with Hunter smiling. We cut away.*


GCWA World Tag-Team Titles Match
The Danger Boiz (Dangerous Dan & Crazy Chris) (9-6) vs. Crash Rodriguez & Jace Savage (0-0)

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

*The crowd's excited for the first title match of the night, especially since it's guaranteed to lead to new champions.*

Minos: Introducing first... weighing a combined 440 lbs... teaming up together for the first time in the GCWA... here are Crash Rodriguez and Jace "The Reaper"!!

*The opening riff of "21st Century Schizoid Man" fills the arena, and Crash Rodriguez walks out, wearing a crown of barbed wire. He shudders, staying where he is. Suddenly, the music switches to "Super Beast" by Rob Zombie as the lights go down and ominous red ones fade in. Jace comes out to the middle of the stage, standing next to Crash. The two men start their way to the ring, with many of the fans along the aisle making sure to keep their hands back out of danger.*

Rockwell: These two wrestlers are certainly willing to go to extreme lengths to win here tonight.

Hood: I heard Crash calling them the Prodigal Sons.

Rockwell: Suffice to say, I hope they remember that this isn't a hardcore match.

Hood: Someone contact Jonathan, I think we need another clause added!

Minos: Their opponents... weighing in at a combined 433 lbs... from Smithville, Tennessee... they have held the GCWA World Tag-Team Titles three times, and are GCWA Hall of Famers... here are Dangerous Dan & Crazy Chris... The Danger Boiz!!

*The lights go out as a strobe of red and blue begin flashing across the arena:

"I was born in a thunderstorm
I grew up overnight
I played alone
I played on my own
but I survived"

*Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris emerge onto the stage area staring out into the crowd.*

"I wanted everything I never had
Like the love that comes with life
I wore envy and I hated it
But I survived"

*The wrestlers begin making their way towards the ring, embracing the fans, but keeping their emotions in check.*

"I had a one way ticket to a place where all the demons go
Where the wind don't change
And nothing in the ground can ever grow
No hope, just lies
And you're taught to cry in your pillow
But I survived"

*Dan now climbs the steps and heads up to the turnbuckle, with Chris going up on the other side. Dan points to the crowd, and lip syncs "I'm still breathing..." from his theme song lyrics. Dan and Chris slowly climb down the turnbuckle and stand in the middle of the ring, as the lights dim and a spotlight shines on them. Dan falls to his knees with Chris behind him as the lyrics from his song blasts over the PA:*

"I'm ALIVE...I'm ALIVE...I'm ALIIIIIIIIIIIVE!"

*The spotlight fades out as Dan stands to his feet, with Chris looking confident next to him. They head to the corner waiting for the match to start.*

Rockwell: The Danger Boiz got themselves ready for their birthday week in preparation for this match.

Hood: What does that have to do with preparation?

Rockwell: Well, both men are probably in higher spirits tonight.

Hood: I suppose... I don't think that's going to last, though. Crash & Jace look ready to murder them!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Alright, let's decide ourselves the leaders of the tag-team division!

Hood: Can it be called a division when there's only two teams?

Rockwell: What about Technical Authority?

Hood: They've gone inactive.

Rockwell: Well, I'm sure the division will grow as we move along. Once the gold is out there, teams start getting the urge to challenge for them.

*After a brief discussion, Dangerous Dan is getting started for the Danger Boiz. Crash is already waiting, shaking. He's ready for the violence to begin. Dan comes forward, looking to lock up, but Crash just tackles him down, nailing him with mounted punches! Dan covers up, in shock, as Crash beats away on him. He picks Dan up, only to immediately headbutt him back down. Crash shakes off the headbutt, pulls Dan up... and then headbutts him again. Crash drops to a knee from the blow, while Dan falls backwards to the mat. Crash now has a violent grin on his face, enjoying the silencing of the voice he hears. He grabs at Dan, pulling him up and dragging him towards his corner, where Jace is currently waiting.*

Rockwell: A violent start as we expected from Crash!

Hood: Dangerous Dan looks like he came into this thinking it would be a wrestling match.

Rockwell: Well, it can't be too hardcore, or else Crash & Jace will be disqualified.

Hood: Which would be a horrible way for new champs to be crowned.

*Crash tags Jace in, holding onto Dan's arms so Jace can step through and kick him in the gut, bending Dan over. Jace then snaps Dan down with a spinning neckbreaker, bouncing him hard into the canvas! Jace rolls over, making the cover, as the referee moves in... 1... 2.. and Dan easily kicks out, having plenty of life yet. Jace looks pleased to continue, as he hauls Dan back up and throws him back into the corner. He punches away at Dan, hammering on him in the corner, then turns and looks over at Crazy Chris. He takes a step towards him, with Chris yelling something back at him. While they (and the ref) are distracted, though, Crash gets in a couple of cheap shots from the corner, looking to do some more damage on the face-in-peril.*

Rockwell: C'mon, now, Crash isn't legal!

Hood: So? Dan's in their territory. If he doesn't want Crash to hit him, he shouldn't be hanging around that corner!

*Crazy Chris tries to get the crowd into it, signaling for them to start chanting for Dan, as Jace tags Crash back in. Crash doesn't seem to care about the crowd, instead dragging Dan closer to the center and planting him with a bodyslam. Crash then heads for the turnbuckle, pounding the pad a few times before climbing up. He jumps off the top, going for a flying elbow drop. But at the last second, Dan rolls to the side, causing Crash to hit nothing but canvas! Crash, shaking his elbow in pain, stands up and tries to grab at Dan to keep him from moving away. But one arm isn't enough, as Dan turns and nails Crash with a kick, followed by the Danger Zone!! Crash rolls away, stunned, trying to figure out where his corner is, even as Dan collapses to a seated position. Chris is stomping his feet, getting Dan's attention, so he turns and drags himself that way. As Jace tags Crash, Dan reaches out... tagging in Crazy Chris!*

Hood: The spooky masked guy is in!

Rockwell: "Spooky"? Crazy, maybe, but spooky?

Hood: I don't trust anyone in a mask.

Rockwell: Well, he's also the Unified X Division Champion, and he's ready to go!

*Crazy Chris hops over the ropes, showing his energy. Jace tries to meet him with a clothesline, but Chris runs under it, instead flying to the corner and getting a flying forearm to Crash, sending him off the apron! Chris spins around and runs back, with Jace trying a snap kick this time, but again Chris avoids it, hitting the ropes and springing himself upwards. He flips back onto Jace, grabbing his head on the way down, and drops with a springboard reverse DDT!! Chris is on fire, giving a yell to the audience, as he runs to the turnbuckle, climbing up quickly. He's ready to fly onto Jace, but Crash is back, grabbing at his foot. Chris kicks him away, sending Crash back to the outside, then turns, but now Jace is climbing up to face him. He punches at Chris, then tries to set him, wanting a superplex. But Chris again fights it off, throwing Jace off-balance, then leaping over with a sunset flip! The ref's right there... 1... 2... and Jace kicks out in time!*

Hood: If nothing else, Crazy Chris sure hasn't lost any speed!

Rockwell: The GCWA Hall of Famer is stepping up the pace, and Crash & Jace are going to have to match it to survive!

*Chris takes Jace over to his corner, tagging in his brother Dan. The two double whip Jace towards the ropes, then meet him when he comes back with a double dropkick, knocking The Reaper down. Dan grabs him as he comes up, spinning Jace into a Twist of Fate! Dan makes the cover, trying to hold the larger man down... 1... 2.. but Jace kicks out. So Dan immediately drags Jace closer and tags back in Chris, keeping the fluid tags going. Crash looks like he's seething in his corner, wanting to get involved in the violence. But it's Chris and Dan setting up Jace, with Dan holding Jace up while Chris hops onto the turnbuckle. He leaps right back off with a spinning kick to Jace's head, taking the wrestler back down. Chris makes the cover, as Dan watches Crash warily... 1... 2... but Jace keeps kicking out.*

Rockwell: We're learning more about Jace tonight, as the man is clearly able to take a lot of punishment.

Hood: He and Crash both seem the type that would be disappointed if pain and punishment wasn't involved.

Rockwell: Well, they're getting plenty, going against the three-time GCWA Tag Champs!

*Chris is back up now, once again grabbing at Jace to take him back to Dan for the tag. But Jace suddenly responds, grabbing Chris by the throat! He looks suddenly hungry, as Chris desperately fights against the grip. He pounds at Jace's hand, getting himself free, then, coughing, goes to the rope and rebounds for another attack. But this time Jace is ready for him, catching Chris and spinning him around with a spinebuster!! The impact's severe, as Chris is arching his back in agony. Jace shakes his head clear, focusing himself, before getting back up. He hauls Chris up by the mask, almost pulling it off, and then drags Chris towards his corner, tagging in a very anxious Crash, who starts pounding on Chris in the corner. As Chris falls down, Crash switches from fists to kicks, continuing to do as much damage as possible until the ref intercedes, calling for the break.*

Rockwell: Crash is almost uncontrollable!

Hood: That's what makes an incredible wrestler, Adrian! Who needs control when you can beat the shit out of someone?

*Crash pulls Crazy Chris up, pulling him forward. He snaps out a kick, with Chris instinctively catching it for the block, but this was what Crash wanted, as he snaps off an enziguiri to take Chris back down. Crash gets back to his feet, stepping around and looking down at the X Division Champion. He smiles, then leans down, grabbing hold of Chris' arms and twisting him to put him into a crossface submission hold!! Chris, getting his neck stretched back, is kicking his feet, desperately trying to find a way out. Jace is shown in the background, staring intently, as Chris is jammed backwards. Dan looks ready to charge in, but the referee is keeping a close eye on him, while also checking on Chris. The Hall of Famer shows no sign of giving up, though, as he starts to drag himself towards the ropes. Jace, seeing this, discretely steps his foot between the ropes, pulling the lowest one back as far as he can. This makes Chris have to go farther, but he still won't submit, eventually managing to reach out and grasp the rope!*

Rockwell: Crazy Chris was never one to give up easily!

Hood: Which is why he suffers so much pain! Guy should learn the throw in the towel, he'll live longer.

Rockwell: I don't think any wrestler has that attitude in the GCWA.

Hood: Maybe The Janitor...

*Crash didn't want to break the hold, enjoying the torment he was delivering, but he finally does so before he can be disqualified. He pulls Chris up, taking him over to the corner and tagging in Jace. The Reaper takes full advantage, going towards the ropes instead of stepping in. Crash holds onto Chris, as Jace springboards in, landing the Long Night!! Chris is down, with Jace making the cover... 1... 2... and Dan is there, breaking it up! The ref quickly pushes Dan back towards his own corner, threatening him, even as Jace stares over his direction. He gets up, dragging Chris with him, and tags in Crash. The Crooked Man quickly latches onto Chris, landing a couple more punches, before Jace is forced to let him go and return to his corner. Crash sets Chris up, holding him while locking him in, wanting to go for Twisted Memories!! But no, Chris blocks it, then spins away from Crash and leaps up with a spinning high kick that sends both men to the mat!*

Rockwell: Crazy Chris pulled that out from nowhere! He badly needs to make the tag now!

Hood: He'd better hurry, looks like Crash is enjoying himself!

*Crash has started crawling towards Chris, grabbing at his legs, not bothering to try for the tag. He wants to keep the abuse going. But Chris kicks him away, then again, using the kicks to propel himself further across the ring. He's almost within tagging distance, but then Crash grabs the ankles one more time, pulling Chris backwards away from Dan. He stands, still pulling on Chris' legs, trying to return to Jace. But Chris suddenly snaps his legs upwards, out of Crash's grip, and catches Crash under his jaw with both feet!! Crash falls backwards, as Chris turns it into a backroll, then hops up and leaps himself backwards... tagging in Dangerous Dan! The crowd cheers as Dan flies in, meeting a rising Crash and taking him down with a running lariat. He hits the ropes and comes back to a recovering Crash, getting a leaping bulldog! Jace, sensing disaster, comes into the ring, but Dan is ready for him, hitting a big dropkick to send Jace back through the ropes to the apron. He lets out a yell to the audience, fired up.*

Rockwell: Dangerous Dan is looking to take all the momentum in this one!

Hood: He's wasting oxygen with those screams, though. Don't worry about the fans, just attack your opponent.

Rockwell: He's boosting his adrenaline with those yells, Hood.

Hood: He's damaging his vocal chords, that's what he's doing.

*Crash is trying to get back up, but Dan is right there again, nailing Crash with the ENDD is Near Superkick!!! Crash is flat on his back, as Dan turns and steps over to his brother, tagging Crazy Chris in. He signals to go up, and Dan does the same, heading for the opposite corner. Both Danger Boiz go high-risk, balancing on the top rope, as Crash slowly tries to get up, dazed. But as the brothers get set for a massive combination of moves, Jace is suddenly there, shoving Dan off the top turnbuckle and sending him crashing hard to the outside!!! Dan lands hard, as Jace steps into the ring, turning towards Crazy Chris... who leaps from the top and nails Jace with a flying Crazy Man's Suicide!!! Jace takes the hit and rolls out of the ring, falling hard off the apron. Chris jumps back up, rushing back to the corner and hopping back up... but Crash is right behind him, hammering Chris with a right hand to stun him, and then pulling him off the top with the Crash Report!!!! The fans are in shock with that one, as Crash drags himself onto Chris for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... and the NEW GCWA World Tag-Team Champions... Crash Rodriguez & The Reaper!!

Hood: What an ending!

Rockwell: I think you'd have to call this one an upset, as we have brand new first-time champions!

Hood: It was all about timing, Adrian. Just a few seconds can make the difference!

Rockwell: You have to think the Danger Boiz will get another opportunity sooner rather than later.

Hood: Well, yeah, since, like I said, they're the only two tag-teams we've got.

Rockwell: For now, Hood. For now. Some incredible action so far, and we're only halfway through!



*The camera cuts backstage, showing Hunter Barrows walking down the hallway. There are definitely some boos from the audience, as he's not exactly beloved by the GCWA faithful. The son of the Accelerator heads to a specific door, still smiling, as Bob Black, Ed Houston's agent, steps out.*

Hunter Barrows: Bob!! How's our favorite wrestler doing tonight?

*Bob turns and paints on a grin, reaching out to shake Hunter's hand.*

Bob Black: Hello, Hunter. Thanks for the dressing room, it's just as nice as the previous one.

Hunter Barrows: No problems. So is Ed in there? I was hoping to have a word with him about the match tonight.

*Bob glances at the door, then at Hunter, then the door, then at Hunter. He finally just comes right out and says it.*

Bob Black: He... doesn't want to see you.

Hunter Barrows: What? Why not?

Bob Black: Because... he wants to win clean tonight, and become the World Heavyweight Champion, and he doesn't want anyone to think you had anything to do with it.

Hunter Barrows: I see. Really, would it be so wrong, as long as he wins?

*Bob shakes his head, as he's had arguments with Ed over this very subject.*

Hunter Barrows: I heard about Ed almost joining up with the space program again, too.

Bob Black: That was just a quick dalliance. Nothing came of it, he's dedicated to the GCWA.

Hunter Barrows: Well... if Ed wants to win tonight on his own, then so be it. We will see how he does... on his own.

*Hunter turns and walks away, leaving Bob Black to stare after him. Bob shakes his head, looks back at the dressing room, and then remembers that he's supposed to be going to get some drinks. He heads off, and we fade out.*



*We come back from the break to the concessions area, where a lot of people are lined up to get their supplies before the next match gets going. Many of them aren't going to make it, and they're debating whether to leave the line. We focus on a booth that seems to be doing thriving business. It's a Bifford's chicken stand, which looks somewhat hastily set up. People are seeing how quickly food is going out, though, and they're heading over there, risking the 'chicken' in order to get a quick meal. Earl The Popcorn Salesman is there, making sure everyone is getting what they want.*

Rockwell: Good to see Earl here, seeing as how he was kidnapped earlier this week.

Hood: And the chicken sandwiches are still going out!

Rockwell: I can't say that's a good thing, but as long as I don't think too hard about it, I think I can keep my dinner down.

Hood: Be honest. It was a Bifford sandwich, wasn't it?

Rockwell: *Urp* Let's just get back to the action.


GCWA North American Title No Disqualification Match
Dylan Thomas(c) (2-1) vs. Duce Jones (2-1)

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

*A good-sized cheer comes from the crowd, ready to see another title match.*

Minos: Introducing first, the challenger...

*The fans are buzzing, but soon turn to a mixed reaction as a voice begins to speak through the PA system.

"And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues... Da. Da.. Da. Da. Da.. Da...."

*The opening sounds of "Godspeed" by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd.

Minos: Making his way to the ring... standing 6'0" and weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds... from Memphis, Tennessee... DUCE JONES!!

*Slowly making his way towards the ring, Jones ignores the cheers and jeers that the fans are giving, as he soon makes it to ringside. Climbing onto the apron, Duce goes to the corner to his right, climbing onto the second rope and peering out into the crowd. Finally done, he jumps over the top rope, landing inside of the ring and removes his hooded vest as he prepares for action. He steps to the outside, handing off the vest, while looking to the side.*

Rockwell: Duce has been wanting revenge ever since what happened two weeks ago.

Hood: When Dylan Thomas pinned him clean for the GCWA North American Title?

Rockwell: Clean? With Lissandra's interference, and the foreign object Thomas used?

Hood: What interference? All I say was Thomas get the win, and Jones claim that a piece of trash outside was what cost him the match.

Rockwell: Well, tonight, any piece of 'trash' can be used, as this one is No Countout, No Disqualification!

Hood: Yep, we're gonna see some blood here, mark my words!

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 225 lbs... originally from Greenwich, Connecticut, but currently residing in Hollywood, California... here is the GCWA North American Champion... "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas!

*"Somebody's Gonna Get It" from Three 6 Mafia starts to play, as the crowd is already booing.*

Rockwell: Dylan Thomas not only has to fight in a No Disqualification match tonight, he has to do it without his wife, Lissandra, who is currently hospitalized.

Hood: Seriously, this match should have been postponed. The man's wife is pregnant and in the hospital, how can he be expected to compete?

Rockwell: The show must go on, Hood. Maybe fighting for his unborn child will inspire Dylan tonight.

Hood: I don't know. His mind's so distracted, he hasn't even come out yet!

*The music continues to play, but no one has walked through the curtain yet. Duce Jones looks suspicious, checking around himself just in case he's about to be attacked from behind. But he's alone, as Minos is already leaving the ring. Suddenly, the big monitor in front of the stage flickers, and we see a camera being readjusted. Suddenly, we can see Dylan Thomas, apparently standing outdoors.*

Dylan Thomas: How sadly predictable, Duce. Of course you just went straight to the ring.

*Duce, confused and annoyed, calls out for Dylan to come down so the match can begin. Dylan is just laughing to himself. He spins the camera around, showing that he is outside the GCWA Arena. A small crowd of GCWA fans can be seen hurrying past.*

Dylan Thomas: You remember the rules we agreed to, right? This is a No Disqualification match. We can go anywhere, and do anything! And you just want to start in the ring? How boring. I'm dedicating this match to Lissandra and Dylan Jr. I won't have it be a let-down. It has to be great!

*The fans seem split. Some are excited at the match starting elsewhere, but others know this means they spent money just be watching a match on the big screen.*

Hood: Sounds like the champion is calling Duce out!

Rockwell: As long as a referee is there, we certainly can start this one anywhere.

*Thomas has moved off to the side, where a bus is currently idling.*

Dylan Thomas: As you can see, I've got your ride all ready for you, Duce.

*Dylan shows the front of the bus, where the indicator is set to "Memphis, TN". The bus sounds like it could use a tune-up, as the engine is catching regularly.*

Dylan Thomas: Hey, at least once you blow your last-ever chance at my North American Title, you can still ride in style!

*Dylan starts laughing, propping up the championship on his shoulder. We switch to Duce in the ring, who looks like he's heard enough. He comes through the ropes, hustling down the aisle.*

Rockwell: Duce Jones is going to answer the challenge!

Hood: About time, let's get this fight started! Dylan needs to get back to his wife!

*Duce heads up the ramp and storms towards the curtain, hurrying through it. The cameraman starts to follow, but then backtracks rapidly as Duce comes launching back out, collapsing to his side!! The cameraman pans up, showing the curtain... and Dylan Thomas steps out, grinning, holding a 2x4!!! He raises it above his head and brings it down again, splintering it across Duce's back!! The cameraman looks up for a moment, showing a still-laughing Dylan Thomas on the big screen, before focusing on the live action. The bell can be heard, ringing.*

Rockwell: What the hell??

Hood: Hah hah hah hah!! Dylan laid an ambush!!

Rockwell: Then the feed... it was pre-recorded??

Hood: The man's a genius!!

*The video finally stops playing, as we focus entirely on the action outside the entryway. Duce is trying to pull himself up, obviously stunned. He tries to stand, but Dylan is just waiting for him, taking another swing with the splintered 2x4, cracking it across his back once more! Duce falls forward, hurting, as Dylan hoists the 2x4 above his head, posing in front of the nearby fans. The boos are extremely heavy at this point, as Dylan acts like this one is already over. He leans over Duce, poking at him with the remains of the 2x4. Duce smacks it away, trying to show some life, but Dylan then reaches down and grabs one of the cables laying nearby, wrapping it around Duce's throat! He starts to choke Duce out, telling him to just give up, as the referee moves in to check on him.*

Rockwell: Jones' throat got damaged just recently in Germany! And now, Thomas is targeting it!

Hood: Well, of course he is, the man's brilliant! Although I bet it was Lissandra who gave him the tip.

Rockwell: Either way, Duce Jones is in a lot of trouble here early on!

*Duce is still struggling against the cable, trying to get enough of a gap between it and his throat to prevent any further damage. Dylan, not looking satisfied that Duce hasn't tapped out yet, breaks the hold and steps away. He's looking for another weapon, walking over to where a couple of fans wearing Dylan Thomas t-shirts are standing. He smiles and talks to them for a second, and even poses with them for a Selfie Photo Op, before taking one of their chairs away from them. Dylan hefts it up, enjoying the weight. He heads back over, raising the chair up... and Duce suddenly jumps up, dropkicking it back into Dylan's face!!*

Hood: Not the face!!

Rockwell: Duce with a desperation move there to get back into the contest!

Hood: But Dylan's face!! It's supposed to be off-limits! DQ that man!!

Rockwell: Hood, it's specifically a No DQ match.

Hood: I don't care!

*Dylan pulls himself up, looking more annoyed than hurt. He rubs at the side of his jaw, and says something about the third time being the charm. He angrily lifts up the chair again, charging at Duce and swinging wide. Duce does a roll, going underneath the swing, then hops up and grabs a surprised Dylan from behind. He takes him over with a quick tiger suplex onto the thin padding, holding him down as the referee dives in for the count... 1... 2... and Dylan manages to get free. Both men haul themselves up, with Duce beginning to fire a series of forearm strikes, driving Dylan backwards towards the crowd. Dylan reaches the railing and quickly goes over it, trying to pull fans in front of him to slow Duce down, but Duce, infuriated, just keeps coming.*

Rockwell: I think our liability insurance is about to go up!

Hood: Tell those fans to form a human wall! They can hold Duce off!

Rockwell: Looks like most of them are happy to get out of the man's way.

Hood: Cowards!

*With another fan dodging out of the way, Duce reaches out and grabs hold of Dylan... only to get a container of leftover nachos thrown in his face!! Luckily, the container has been out for a while, so it's just cold cheese for the most part, but Duce is still blinded. He wipes across his eyes, trying to see, but Dylan takes full advantage, backing away for a moment before charging and using one of the chairs to spring up on, grabbing Duce's head and bulldogging him down into another chair!! The crowd reacts from the clang of Duce's head, gasping, as Dylan quickly drags himself on top of Duce, working to hold him down as the ref clears out some fans out of his way before making the count... 1... 2... but Duce kicks out!*

Hood: The ref was too slow!

Rockwell: Cut him some slack, Hood, these guys are deep in the fan section by now!

Hood: Let's make all the fans referees as of this moment! Any of them can count!

Rockwell: Not a chance in hell. After all, what if it's a Duce fan?

Hood: Oh, no, not a Duce fan, only Thomas fans are allowed....

*The two have made their way further across the row of fans, doing a lot of damage along the way. They've reached another railing, with Dylan taking Duce over to it. He sets Duce up and gives him a vertical suplex, releasing at the top to drop Duce onto the other side of the railing!! With Duce down and hurting, and his legs splayed up on the railing, Dylan positions himself and climbs up, impressively balancing on the railing. He leaps over, flipping into a new variation of his senton leg drop!!! The move lands perfectly, although the impact seems to take some out of Dylan as well. He manages to roll over and make the cover, and this time the referee was waiting... 1... 2... but Duce continues to kick out.*

Rockwell: Despite being at a disadvantage since the very beginning, Duce Jones won't give up!

Hood: He was at a disadvantage long before tonight, Adrian. Dylan is Perfection Personified, he's not going to lose here tonight!

*Dylan takes a moment to wave to the camera, likely towards his wife, who's still in the hospital. He moves back over to Duce, grabbing his legs, apparently wanting the Hollywood Cloverleaf submission! But Duce manages to kick Dylan away, sending him falling into the guardrail. Dylan pulls himself up, annoyed, but Duce suddenly kips up, then charges, leaping in the air and hitting a Superman Punch that sends Dylan over the railing!! Duce, hearing the cheers of the crowd but not really caring, reaches over and pulls Dylan back partially over the railing, and then uses the railing to nail Dylan with the Nice To Knee You!!! Dylan falls forward, flipping to the ground, and Duce makes the cover... 1... 2... but the champion gets his shoulder up in time.*

Rockwell: That close to a new champion!

Hood: I don't like this. Someone call Lissandra!

Rockwell: Thomas has to do this all on his own, Hood.

Hood: No, we can patch her into the arena mics, just get Minos over here!

*Dylan is crawling away now, trying to get his composure back. Duce slowly gets up, breathing heavily and rubbing his hurting throat. The marks from the cable can clearly be seen. He heads towards Dylan, who rolls onto his backside, trying to beg off. But Duce doesn't give him the chance, charging in an hitting a running knee smash!! Dylan falls backwards, with Duce then throwing in a flip senton, landing it perfectly! He covers... 1... 2... but Dylan still kicks out. The fans are biting on every cover at this point. Duce hauls Dylan up, dragging him down the small aisleway, heading back towards the stage set-up. He whips Dylan hard towards the stage edge. But at the last second, Dylan jumps, showing some agility by managing to get up on the stage, saving himself. As Duce tries to follow, Dylan turns and leaps with a crossbody, crashing into Duce and driving him to the concrete floor! He lands on top... 1... 2... No! Duce escapes!

Rockwell: This one keeps going back and forth!

Hood: C'mon, Dylan! Do it for Dylan Jr!

*Dylan stumbles away from Duce, looking around frantically for another weapon. He heads towards the stage set, grabbing at a metal piece of it. He bends it down, then pops it off, handling it like a baseball bat. He comes back over, limping now, as Duce is just getting up. Dylan goes for the swing, catching Duce in the side... but Duce catches it under his arm, absorbing the blow, and doesn't let Dylan take it back. He yanks it away, and now Duce has the weaponry! Dylan raises his arms, trying to convince Duce not to use it. But Dylan then tries for the low blow, with Duce, ready, snapping the bar down, causing Dylan to kick it! Dylan grabs his leg in pain, but that only lasts a second, as Duce then swings again, and this time it's Dylan taking the strikes to the back!! He collapses in agony, as Duce keeps swinging!*

Hood: This can't be legal!

Rockwell: It's perfectly legal!

Hood: Damn it, man, lie to me! This can't be legal!

Rockwell: Alright, Hood, for you, it's not legal.

Hood: I KNEW IT!!

*Desperately, Dylan rolls onto the stage and crawls away, his back a blistered ruin from the shots he just took. He goes towards the side of the stage, as Duce follows, determined to do more damage. But Dylan doesn't stop there, starting to climb up the structure! Duce stops, surprised, watching Dylan climb up several feet. The fans are cheering, wanting Duce to follow, and after a moment he does so, ditching the weapon in order to climb after his foe. Dylan reaches a platform above the stage, crawling onto it. He catches his breath, watching as Duce climbs up to him. But as soon as Duce gets there, Dylan starts kicking at his hands, causing Duce to dangle dangerously by one arm!*

Rockwell: A fall from this height would do a ton of damage!

Hood: Kick him like your unborn baby's life depends on it!!

*Dylan tries to dislodge Duce's other hand, but he can't quite make the hit. Suddenly, Duce reaches out with his other arm, grabbing Dylan's leg! Dylan, his eyes wide, starts getting dragged to the edge, frantically fighting to pull away. He finally manages it, crawling away on his hands and knees to the other side. This allows Duce to finally get onto the platform himself, looking extremely winded. He gets up, heading after Dylan, who has gotten to the other side of the platform... and found there's no easy way down. Dylan turns back, seeing Duce, and tries to reason with him, but Duce isn't having it. He grabs Dylan... only to get his eyes raked, blinding him! Duce stumbles back, and Dylan capitalizes, grabbing hold of him and dropping back with the Perfect Finisher!!!! Duce is down and out, as Dylan lays on his side, eventually crawling towards his foe. The referee, though, is still down below, unable to make the count.*

Hood: We need a forklift out here, or a crane, something to get the referee up there to make the count!

Rockwell: I don't think we pay our refs enough for him to risk going up there.

Hood: SOMEONE GIVE THAT MAN A RAISE!!

*Dylan rises up to his knees, looking frustrated. He struggles to get up, using the safety railing to help. He looks over his shoulder, at the drop just behind him, and then focuses on Duce, smiling. He drags Duce up, smacking him a couple of times across the face to soften him up. Dylan then grabs at Duce's arm, whipping him the few steps to the edge and trying to throw him over!! But Duce manages to grab the metal post with one hand, swinging out, but then coming right back. Dylan, upset, swings at him, but Duce blocks it, then leaps up, landing a version of the Krayzed Knee!!! Dylan flattens out on the platform, out of it, and Duce falls on top... but again, the referee is nowhere near to make the count. The crowd does, counting away, but it makes no difference.*

Rockwell: If your idea of having the fans be referees was instituted, Duce would be a champion!

Hood: But they weren't, and it was a stupid idea, you should have known better.

Rockwell: ME? It was your...

Hood: You can do it, Dylan!! Get back up!!

*Both men are exhausted, struggling even to raise up a little. They face each other, each throwing a couple of punches at the other. Dylan then goes back to the well, getting a thumb to the eye, blinding Duce once again. As Duce sits back, he almost goes over the edge, but again saves himself. Seeing him there, Dylan painfully stands, positioning himself to kick Duce in the head, sending him over! Dylan charges, going for it... and Duce catches him in a fireman's carry, snapping him over and landing the Final Tic 2.0!!!! Dylan, stunned, is easy pickings for Dylan to grab him and spin him around, landing the headbutt/knee strike combination known as the Duce of Clubs!!! Dylan, struck senseless, falls backwards, crashing down into the set below!!! He disappears behind a breakable layer, as the crowd roars from the maneuver!!*

Hood: NOOOOO!!!!

Rockwell: A devastating fall for Dylan Thomas!!! But Duce now has to get down there to capitalize!!

*Duce stumbles to the edge, looking around and coming to the same realization that Dylan did: there's no climbing down from this side. Duce looks out at the crowd, who are still cheering wildly for him, then looks down at his fallen opponent. Dylan doesn't appear to be moving, although it's hard to tell from the angle we're at. With a shrug, Duce decides to take the quicker route, leaping from the top with an elbow drop!!! He crashes down onto Dylan, earning another huge explosion from the fans! The referee, now close by, moves in, checking to make sure before he begins the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... and NEW GCWA North American Champion... Duce Jones!!

Rockwell: He's done it!! Duce has done it!

Hood: Damn it, no!! What a travesty of justice!!

Rockwell: These guys are all tied up now, with Duce winning the championship!! But will either man be the same after this brutal contest?

Hood: I hope Duce broke his tailbone with that last leap!!

*Medical personnel move in, checking on both wrestlers. Duce can be seen trying to stand, in a great deal of pain, but also feeling the surge of energy as he's handed the GCWA North American Title. Dylan is still down, getting evaluated.*



*We cut backstage where GCWA Champion, Derek 'The Thriller' Mobley is standing by. Eugene is acting as the interviewer for this segment. Mobley is wearing new dark orchid, silver, and black attire. He appears as fit as we've seen him in nearly a decade. The GCWA title is where it should be, wrapped around his waist... secured on the fourth notch. Mobley's skin glistens with the sweat of a competitor fired up and ready to go*

Eugene: I'm back here with -

*Eugene pauses. He's positively giddy. He can barely contain himself. Derek places his left hand on Eugene's right shoulder, trying to calm the little guy down. Eugene takes in a deep breath. Interviewing Derek before a PPV main event is evidently a bucket list item for little Eugene*

Eugene: Let's try that again.... I'm back here with GCWA Champion, Derek 'The Thriller' Mobley! Derek, in a few short minutes you'll be defending your title for the first time in nearly a decade as you take on Lurrr, Bifford, and Ed Houston.

*Derek nods and smiles while wringing his hands together. Adrenaline is pumping through his veins. All the hard work over the past month has led to this... an unexpected return to the ring*

Eugene: How does it feel to be returning to competition?

Derek Mobley: First of all, regardless of what happens tonight and beyond, let me just say that there's nobody in the world I'd rather share this precious screen time with than you, Eugene. We've been through so much together. Nearly twenty years of misadventures... numerous championships and in-ring accolades... it's all led us to this moment. The unexpected return of Derek Mobley. So, how does it feel? I don't think that's an answer I can give at the moment... I'm a whirlwind of emotions. It's all happening so fast. I'm doing my best to take it all in because, when you're my age, you realize each match could be your last.

*Eugene's eyes are a bit glassy. In the twenty years they've been together he's received, maybe 3.5 compliments from Derek. So this is a special occasion*

Eugene: It's been no secret that getting into shape wasn't nearly as easy as it once was. Do you feel as though you are ready, mentally and physically to take on three of the most talented wrestlers in this business?

Derek Mobley: Back in college I had a theory when studying for exams. I'd cram for hours until reaching a point where I realized I couldn't learn anymore - I was as ready as I could prepare. And, it was at that point when I'd put the books down and take the test. It served me well in school, and in life. A few days ago, after clocking that 4:55 minute mile, I knew I was ready.

Eugene: And I know you're ready, too, Champ. But the opponents... they're no doubt ready as well.

Derek Mobley: They've had their distractions... but who hasn't? Ed's still on the fence about who he wants to be. Is he a pro wrestler? Or is he an astronaut? If the kid were to seek my advice, I'd tell him to devote a hundred percent of his focus to the profession that accepts him, rather than the one that rejects him. Houston reminds me of myself at his age, before I broke through by defeating the likes of Titan 3 and Killa Kali. He's got all the talent in the world, he just needs to harness it, focus it. Once he does that, then the sky is truly the limit. Ed, I'm pulling for ya kid... but if you think that means I'm eager to do the honors for you tonight... you're more naive than I thought.

Eugene: And Bifford?

Derek Mobley: Ah, The Big Bifford. The world's second greatest gentleman. I could go on and on about how he's living in the past... getting off on some forgettable tag victory he stumbled into during the final days of GCWA. His grip on inconsequential wins that took place ten years ago is very reminiscent of a guy named The Great One. Not the kind of company you want to keep. But for all his faults, Bifford is a very dangerous man. He's huge, freakishly strong, and deceptively fast. It's going to take everything I've acquired these past twenty years to keep that homicidal maniac from representing this fine organization.

Eugene: Well, it's just about time, champ. Any last words?

Derek Mobley: To my fans, to my friends, and to Ace, Dougg, and all the other promoters out there who gave me a shot to be somebody within this business, thank you. I hope I haven't let you guys down.

*The crowd gives Mobley a warm reception. Chants of 'THRILLER' fill the arena. Eugene's about to close it off... Derek isn't finished*

Derek Mobley: Having said that... let's not end the final chapter just yet. There's one verse yet to be written. Tonight I'm going out there with the singular goal of defending this belt and proving to all the people watching tonight that Derek 'The Thriller' Mobley is still the man here in GCWA!

Eugene: Well, good luck champ. You know we're all pulling for ya.

*Derek and Eugene embrace. Mobley rubs the top of Eugene's head before regaining his focus and marching toward the ring. We fade out to our last break.*



*We return one more time to the owners' suite, where we see Hunter and Jonathan deep in conversation.*

Jonathan Barrows: Is everything ready?

Hunter Barrows: Are you sure about this, bro?

Jonathan Barrows: It will all work out, don't worry. Now, I'll ask again: is everything ready?

Hunter Barrows: Yes... it's all ready...

The Accelerator: And what, pray tell, is ready?

*The Accelerator suddenly walks over, showing that while he may be getting up there in years, his hearing has not deserted him. Jonathan nods to his father.*

Jonathan Barrows: Hunter and I are going to go watch the main event at ringside, Dad. It's all been arranged.

The Accelerator: Oh, really? So you and Hunter can help Ed Houston win, huh? Well, I'll be sitting right next to you guys. I want this to be a completely fair contest.

Hunter Barrows: Don't worry about Houston. He doesn't want help. So he's not getting it.

The Accelerator: Good. Let the young man earn it, or have a legend hold the title. Either works for me. So where are these seats?

Hunter Barrows: Ummm, did we get two seats, or...

Jonathan Barrows: We have three, of course. I knew Dad would want to join us.

Hunter Barrows: Oh. Good, I was worried there for a second.

The Accelerator: The match is starting any second. Let's get down there.

*The Accelerator moves towards the door, with Hunter following behind him. Jonathan stays back for a moment, reaching across his desk to grab something, before coming after them. We go back to ringside.*

Hood: The owners are coming out here personally for this one! Quick, who has a mirror?

Rockwell: You look fine, Hood.

Hood: Yes, I do, thanks for noticing. Actually, no, don't notice, that's creepy.

Rockwell: If it wasn't about you, why were you wanting a mirror?

Hood: So we can put it up behind them, so they don't have to see the fans!

Rockwell: Not cool, Hood. Not cool. It's time for our main event, and it's been a long time coming!

*A video begins to run, showing the GCWA World Heavyweight Title set up in a circle of light. Rock music begins to play, as we see four men come out of the darkness, surrounding the belt. Video clips take over, showcasing moments from the Round Robin Tournament. We see Lurrr landing the Wake Up Call on The Big Bifford after a low blow, putting him away. Next is The Big Bifford landing his Biff End on Ed Houston, defeating him. Houston is next, landing high-flying moves and managing to hold down Lurrr for the victory, tying up the Round Robin Tournament. The final brawl is shown, ending with The Big Bifford charging into everyone, sending bodies flying everywhere as the ropes give way. The decision is made, setting all three men in a match with Derek "The Thriller" Mobley, who is shown making his shocking return on the first Friday Night Inferno. Clips run of Mobley's furious training regime under the former OCW owner and wrestler, Dean. Mobley returned on the last Inferno to talk to Houston, showing off his more crafted physique, only to get nailed by a Wake Up Call from Lurrr. All four men are shown in action, including clips from Mobley during the last run of the GCWA. We end with all four men reaching forward and putting a hand on the championship, with Mobley staring hard at the three men looking to take away his title. The tug of war begins, as we fade out to the ring, where Minos is already waiting. The owners can be seen at ringside, now in their seats.*


GCWA World Heavyweight Title Fatal Fourway Match
Derek Mobley(c) (33-10) vs. The Big Bifford(30-13-1) vs. Ed Houston (3-1) vs. Lurrr (29-10)

Minos: It is time... for our Main Event of the evening!! This match is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the GCWA Heavyweight Championship of the World!!

*The crowd is re-energized after that video, and ready for this historic match.*

Minos: This match is scheduled... as a Fatal Fourway contest... it has been determined that this match MUST have a winner! This means that there will be no Countouts and No Disqualifications!!

Rockwell: What??

Hood: Yes!! We can't end this one on a No-Contest! Gotta have a winner, and a champion!!

Rockwell: I get that, but it takes away Derek Mobley's one advantage as champion! He already can lose the title without being pinned, but now he can't even hold the title via DQ!

Hood: Damn straight he can't! No cheap ways out for the Thriller!!

*The camera moves to the side, showing that The Accelerator is questioning where this ruling came from. Hunter is shaking his head, claiming no knowledge, while Jonathan is trying to calm his father down. We cut back to Minos.*

Minos: Introducing first... standing 6'4" and weighing 411 lbs... from Phoenix, Arizona... he is a former GCWA World Heavyweight Champion and a GCWA Hall of Famer;... here is The Big Bifford!!

**"Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio plays, bringing out The Big Bifford, wearing his MAGICAL FLEECE. He comes out alone this time, apparently leaving Earl to do the sales while he takes care of business. He walks slowly towards the ring, looking extremely confident.*

Rockwell: I'm surprised Bifford's not keeping Earl close by, after what happened this past week.

Hood: Well, the Mayor is dead, right? So there's no threat anymore.

Rockwell: Considering how many people have 'disappeared' during Bifford's chicken run, I would think the threats would continue to be all over.

Minos: Next... standing 5'9" and weighing 179 lbs... a champion in OCW and a future star in the GCWA... from Miami, Florida... here is "The Rocketman" Ed Houston!!

*The screen turns black and then slowly starts to count down from 10. Once it hits 1 the sound of a rocket taking off echoes throughout the arena. You're Gonna Go Far , Kid starts to blare as Ed Houston slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. He stops by fans in the crowd and high fives them. Once he gets about half way down the ramp, he sprints and slides under the rope. He quickly jumps to his feet and makes his way up to the turnbuckle where he waves to the crowd.*

Rockwell: Houston had a chance to return to space if he wanted to, but he eventually decided that he wants to stick to wrestling.

Hood: I think he should have gone for it.

Rockwell: I know it was a childhood dream of his, but he's got more potential here in the GCWA, Hood.

Hood: Yeah, but when your options are be an astronaut and enjoy zero gravity or risk The Big Bifford sitting on you, I'd think the option is clear.

Minos: Now entering the arena... standing 6'5" and weighing 235 lbs... from Houston, Texas... a former GCWA World Champion and Hall of Famer... here is Lurrr!!!

*"Cocky" by Kid Rock leads out Lurrr, who does a strut across the stage. He walks down the ramp, ready to finally make this his show. One kid is waving a "Lurrr Sucks" sign, and Lurrr stops and steps over, apparently offering to sign it. But instead he just rips it in two, laughing at the kid before continuing to the ring.*

Rockwell: For a month now, Lurrr has proclaimed himself the uncrowned champion. Tonight, he gets the chance to make it official.

Hood: You know Lurrr got screwed by the ref against Houston. That's the only reason we're having this match here tonight.

Rockwell: It's debatable, Hood, but as the rules have been changed for this one, Lurrr shouldn't have to worry about bad calls.

Hood: Always worry about the refs, man.

Minos: Finally... coming to the ring... standing 6'3" and weighing 245 lbs... from Providence, Rhode Island... he is a GCWA Hall of Famer, and the current holder of the GCWA Heavyweight Championship of the World... here is Derek "The Thriller" Mobley!!

And Though You Fight To Stay Alive
Your Body Starts To Shiver
For No Mere Mortal Can Resist
The Evil Of...
THE THRILLER

*The crowd goes wild, as a purple hue surrounds the coliseum. Scandroid's remake of "Thriller" starts to play, with all three wrestlers in the ring turning to face the entrance. Derek "The Thriller" Mobley walks out, his championship firmly buckled around his waist. He looks ready to go, pointing to the fans who are loudly chanting for the Thriller. They know a moment when they see it.*

Rockwell: The champ is here!

Hood: I may not be a Mobley mark or anything... but I will say it's kind of cool to be watching one more match.

Rockwell: In Derek's mind, this isn't the end. If he wins here tonight, he justifies being the champion and adds yet another story to his legacy!

Hood: The odds are pretty firmly against him retaining. Especially with Lurrr in there.

Rockwell: Maybe, but Derek's never had much use for odds.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: After more than a month in operation, we're finally seeing the World Title being defended!

Hood: Yes! Finally, time for Lurrr to claim his destiny!

*The four wrestlers each come out of their corners, preparing for the fight. But they all stop as the crowd begins to chant "Thriller" once again, the sound echoing throughout the arena. Derek Mobley is shown, looking slightly emotional, as he acknowledges the crowd one more time. The crowd can't get enough, cheering loudly for the Hall of Famers in the ring. Houston looks around in awe, never having been in an atmosphere like this. Bifford is smiling, likely assuming the cheering is all for him. Mobley gives one more salute to the crowds from the turnbuckle, then comes back down... and catches Lurrr's foot in mid-strike, trying for the Wake Up Call!! Mobley shakes his head, saying "Fool me once", before throwing Lurrr's leg to the side, unbalancing him, and then charging forward with an arm around the throat, dropping Lurrr with the Thriller!!! The crowd explodes, as Mobley goes for the cover... 1... and Bifford and Houston are both there to break it up.*

Rockwell: Lurrr tried once again to knock Mobley out, and it nearly cost him the match!

Hood: I can't believe what I just saw!!

Rockwell: Believe it, Hood! Derek Mobley is back!

*Houston and Bifford both pull Mobley up, but he shakes them off, feeling the energy, and starts throwing punches at both of them, trying to drive both back! But Bifford manages to knock one shot away, then scores one of his own, opening up Houston to leap and land a dropkick that sends Mobley flying. Houston gets back to his feet, but Bifford is right there now, grabbing hold of Houston from behind, no, Houston reverses to the other side, teasing his own suplex, but, of course, it's Bifford, so it's not going to happen. Bifford shakes Houston off and turns around, grabbing him, but now Mobley is back, running into Bifford's back with a double axehandle shot. Bifford is stunned, but shakes it off, only to have Houston go off the ropes and leap with a clothesline into him. Bifford still doesn't go down, so Mobley and Houston nod to each other and run to opposite sides of the ring, charging back with a Total Elimination combo that finally puts Bifford down!!*

Hood: You never know who's going to work together!

Rockwell: Sometimes that's what it takes to drop someone the size of Bifford!

Hood: Hey, allying up with someone can work, but only one can win the belt. Time for a double-cross!

*With The Big Bifford down, Houston and Mobley turn to each other. They approach the center of the ring, as the crowd cheers the meeting of the young star and the experienced veteran. They exchange a couple of words, nodding, and then start to circle, ready to go at it. But as they do, Lurrr suddenly returns, angrily tackling Mobley! The two wrestlers fall to the ground, punching away at each other, as Houston, surprised, steps back. But that allows a recovering Bifford to trip Houston up from the ground, flopping him over and rolling him up... 1... 2... and Houston hurriedly kicks out, keeping the match going. Houston hops up, throwing right hands at Bifford, who's still rising up. Meanwhile, Lurrr and Mobley have rolled outside the ring, battling it out.*

Hood: The Roman Empire explodes!

Rockwell: A reference only a few of our older viewers will get.

Hood: I get it, and that's all that matters.

*In the ring, Bifford has gotten the upper hand with a few shots of his own, taking Houston back into the corner. He uses his weight, crushing Houston into the corner, trying to drive the energy out of the youngster. In the crowd, we see Hunter audibly wincing, before turning and talking to Jonathan and Ace about how things are going. Ace looks like he's enjoying himself now, having come to terms that the "Must Be A Winner" clause is a good idea. Bifford drags a hurting Houston out of the corner, setting him up and dropping him with a double-arm DDT. Houston's down, allowing Bifford to roll him over for the cover... 1... 2... but Houston kicks out. Biifford, not surprised, stands up, walking to the ropes to look out for a second at where Lurrr and Mobley are still fighting. He grins, then turns back and takes a few big steps, leaping up for a splash!! But Houston rolls aside just in time, causing Bifford to hurt no one but himself with the landing.*

Rockwell: That likely would have ended it!

Hood: Yeah, Houston's career would have been over, and it would be all his fault for not allowing Hunter to help him tonight!

Rockwell: Houston wants the honest win, and now he's been given the opportunity to go for it.

Hood: What a sucker!

*Houston is back on his feet, running to the ropes. He quickly springs himself upwards, getting some altitude, before coming back down on The Big Bifford with a double foot stomp!! Bifford groans from the impact to his gut, as Houston immediately hurries back to the ropes. This time, he springs himself up to land a springboard 450 splash!! The referee is right there, as Houston makes the pin... 1... 2... and Lurrr is back in the ring, kicking Houston in the back of the head! Houston, stunned, has no defense as Lurrr drags him upright, before snapping him back down with a spike DDT!! Lurrr drops for the pin... 1... 2... and Mobley is there, breaking it up! Lurrr tries to jump up to meet him, but Mobley is on the attack with forearm shots, taking Lurrr into the corner. He climbs up, punching away old-school on Lurrr, with the crowd counting to 10. The count is brutally ended, though, as Bifford runs into both men, smashing BOTH in the corner!!*

Hood: They just got chicken pressed!!

Rockwell: I don't know who got it worse. Lurrr took it in the body from both men's weight, but Mobley was mostly crushed on his legs!

Hood: The Thriller needs a wheelchair!

*Mobley, hurting terribly, topples over the ropes, managing to at least land on the apron. The Big Bifford comes back up, pulling Lurrr over with him. He appears ready to get his revenge on Lurrr, setting him up for the Biff End!! But as Bifford turns Lurrr around to start lifting him, Houston is suddenly back, snapping his leg up and hitting the Houston We Have a Problem superkick!!! Bifford, amazingly, doesn't go down, staggering there as he lets Lurrr go. Mobley, seeing this, comes back through the ropes, limping, and runs up, hitting his own version of a superkick! Bifford falls against the ropes, badly dazed. Lurrr slowly pulls himself up, rubbing his head, and then looks over at Bifford. He, Houston, and Mobley look at each other, and then all three move at the same time, hitting a Triple Superkick!!! Bifford falls through the ropes, toppling to the floor, as the place roars the maneuver.*

Hood: How many superkicks can one man take?

Rockwell: Apparently Bifford reached his limit!

*Mobley and Houston stare out an extra second where Bifford disappeared, as the crowd is still cheering. Lurrr, in the meanwhile, has decided to utilize the rules, as he drops down behind both men. As the crowd shouts out a warning, Lurrr throws his arms up, going for the double low blow!!! The crowd gasps, but both Mobley and Houston reached down at just the right moment, with both of them catching Lurrr's arm! They each shove the arms down and both stomp on them, causing Lurrr to curse out in pain. Houston and Mobley turn, latching onto Lurrr, and bringing the veteran to his feet. Both start landing forearm shots from either side, stunning the man, and then turn and drive him towards the ropes, sending Lurrr toppling over them and falling all the way to the outside!!! Lurrr's down, as Houston and Mobley once again turn to each other, once again having a face off. Both men are smiling, enjoying the thrill of battle, as they're ready to finally meet up!*

Rockwell: It's not getting interrupted this time! Houston vs. Mobley!

Hood: A dream match that nobody ever thought we'd see!

Rockwell: GCWA's all about making dreams come true!

*Mobley and Houston standoff in the middle of the ring, as a split chant of "Let's Go Mobley/Rocketman!" starts up. The two men nod to each other, then start going at it, exchanging blow for blow! Every punch Mobley connects, there are ooo's from the crowd, followed by cheers for when Houston connects. Houston gains the upper hand as his punches gain in intensity and the crowd's excitement grows. Mobley knees Houston in the gut and whips him off the ropes but Houston jumps onto the second rope, springboards, twisting his body mid-air and hitting a dropkick that causes Mobley to hit the mat hard but roll out of the ring. A frustrated Houston slaps the mat but begins to crawl to the outside.*

Rockwell: Houston needs to get to the outside and get that pinfall!

Hood: Where the HELL is Biff and Lurrr when you need them?!

*On the outside, Houston motions for the ref to follow as Houston punches Mobley a few more times to ensure he doesn't get up. He goes for a pin but looks up at the turnbuckle. He points at it, and the crowd cheers. He climbs up the apron, then the turnbuckle to the top and begins to adjust himself to hit his Blastoff shooting star press! A murmur in the crowd begins though as a figure bolts through with a steel chair in hand and jumps the barricade and before Houston can jump the figure throws the steel chair right at Houston's head! The impact echoed throughout the arena as Houston falls, but his feet get caught on the turnbuckle, causing him to be upside down.*

Rockwell: Oh, come on! A perfectly good match ruined by outside interference!

Hood: This just made everything interesting, not that the match wasn't great already! Let's see what happens!

*We're shown the owners at ringside briefly, as The Accelerator looks deeply concerned about what's going on. Neither Jonathan nor Hunter seem surprised. The figure, who is wearing a hoodie with a built in ski mask, looks under the ring and finds another chair. He slides into the ring as the crowd heavily boos the mysterious man. He furiously boots Houston in the head multiple times. He places the chair in the ropes so it's just before his abdomen. The figure goes to the opposite corner before running and big booting the chair right into Houston's stomach. Houston falls, gasping for air, as the figure doesn't stop and throws Houston out of the ring. He follows, grabbing Houston again and launching him into the hard barricade. The figure grabs a table from under the ring and sets it up before grabbing Houston by his hair as the two stand on the table. The figure hoists Houston onto his shoulders before delivering an Argentine piledriver THROUGH THE TABLE. Dual "bullshit" and "holy shit" chants from the crowd as Houston body appears lifeless on the ground.*

Hood: Is Houston dead?

Rockwell: I know we need a winner but this is ridiculous! Houston would need a miracle to win this now!

Hood: You could say Houston has a... problem.

Rockwell: Stop.

*The figure, catching his breath, notices that Mobley has sat up on the outside and has watched most of the chaos in shock. The figure and Mobley stare at each other for a moment before the figure crouches down to Houston's body. The man rips the hood off his head to reveal he is none other than OCW Hall of Famer... the Incredible One!!! Boos rain down onto the former OCW Champion as a large smirk forms on his face. He grabs Houston by his hair and spits in his face before leaving the same way he came from the crowd.*

Rockwell: Um... Hood?!

Hood: GCWA JUST BECAME INCREDIBLE!

Rockwell: But why attack Houston?!

Hood: I don't know but we still have a match to call!

*Mobley still looks in shock, as he stands up on the outside. He turns to his side... and Lurrr is there, with a steel chair of his own!! He clocks Mobley with it, knocking down the champion! Lurrr yells at Mobley, screaming about this being his show. He's furious now, raising up the chair to bring it down on Mobley again, but the chair gets yanked away from him from behind. He turns, and The Big Bifford is there, hoisting the chair! Lurrr, stunned, turns to run, but Bifford, as always, is quicker than expected, and slams the chair across Lurrr's back!! Lurrr crumples forward, stunned, even as Bifford throws the chair down. He looks around, pulling at the outside mat and dragging it away, revealing the concrete underneath. As Lurrr tries to get back to his feet, Bifford grabs him from behind, spinning him around and lifting him into the air with the Biff End!!! He drops, cracking Lurrr on the concrete!!!! A "Holy Shit!!" chant breaks out, even as Bifford goes to make the cover on the outside, only to have the referee say that while there are no countouts, pinfalls still have to take place in the ring.*

Hood: Not Lurrr!!

Rockwell: We might need medics out here after that one!!

*Bifford rises up, thinking that he's now the champion, even though no count was taken. He rolls back into the ring, raising his arms in the air, but the referee follows, shaking his head. Bifford says to hand him the belt, but then turns at a shout, as Derek Mobley comes running in! He has a chair in hand, raising it up. Bifford braces himself, but Mobley suddenly stops, angrily throwing the chair aside! Bifford, confused, straightens up, as Mobley, fired up, wants Bifford to come on! Bifford has no problems with that, charging forward, and he swings, a big fist, that Mobley ducks under! Mobley starts striking away, dancing, looking like his old self, landing punch after punch on the larger wrestler. The crowd is more energized with every punch.*

Hood: Why did Derek drop the chair??

Rockwell: This is his time to prove himself, Hood, he doesn't need weapons to do it!

Hood: It's The Big Bifford! Of course weapons are the way to go!

*Mobley hammers away at the Big Bifford, keeping him stunned. He starts to land a series of dropkicks, staggering him, trying to keep Bifford off-balance. He runs off the ropes, hitting running charges, but Bifford is almost too much for him. So Mobley lands three European uppercuts in a row, leaving Bifford dazed and almost going down. Mobley then turns to the crowd, giving the signal for The Thriller!!! He grabs Bifford around the head, and goes to take him down... but Bifford manages to block it, instead grabbing Mobley by the throat!! Mobley swings at the arm, knocking it away, and runs backwards, hitting the ropes and charging in again. But Bifford catches his attempt at a crossbody, swinging Mobley around and upside-down... and dropping with the Biff End!!! The place erupts from the move, as Bifford drops down to his knees and puts his arms on Mobley, making the cover. The referee slides in... 1... 2... NO!!!! Mobley kicks out!!!*

Rockwell: He kicked out of the Biff End!!!

Hood: I can't remember the last time I saw someone do that!!

Rockwell: Mobley's not ready for it to be over!!

*Bifford is shaking his head, but isn't looking frustrated. He's been through it all, he knows things like this happen. Mobley's legs are kicking, but he's not getting up quickly. Bifford slowly stands, watching him, as Mobley slowly tries to pull himself upright, looking almost out on his feet. He staggers forward, leaning on Bifford's chest, with Bifford not moving. Mobley tilts his head up, staring at Bifford, and pulls himself up, trying to find the energy to continue. Bifford nods, understanding, but he knows it's time to end it. After a few words, Bifford grabs hold of Mobley again, locking him upside-down... and hitting a second Biff End!!! Mobley's out, as Bifford makes the cover once again.... 1.... 2.... 3!!!!!!

Minos: Here is your winner... and NEW GCWA World Heavyweight Champion... The Big Bifford!!!

Rockwell: It's over! The reign of Derek Mobley is finally ended!

Hood: Dude put up a hell of a fight, but his time was just done.

Rockwell: We've entered a strange era. Once again, The Big Bifford is a World Champion!

Hood: Chicken sandwich sales are going to go through the roof tonight!

Rockwell: What a battle! It's stunning to see the career of Derek Mobley end this way, but he went out the way he would have wanted, fighting all the way! Hopefully Dean is proud.

Hood: He's probably pissed Mobley didn't use the chair.

Rockwell: As for Ed Houston, you have to feel he's going to feel cheated out of his chance, thanks to The Incredible One's interference.

Hood: I guess he should have accepted Hunter's help, huh?

Rockwell: Well, any way you look at it, we had to have a winner... and that winner is The Big Bifford. Congratulations to the two-time GCWA World Champion!


*As The Big Bifford departs with the championship, heading to the back, Derek Mobley can be seen sitting up in the ring. He looks around, realizing what happened, and looking saddened. He gets up, as the crowd starts to chant "Thriller!" one more time. He nods to them, his head down, hiding any tears that might be forming, before rolling from the ring. He departs, heading to parts unknown.*

Hood: It was a hell of a career for the Thriller, glad we got to see him once more!

Rockwell: Hopefully his adventures lead him back here every so often!

*Medical staff have come out, checking on Ed Houston, who's still not getting up from the assault he took earlier. He's conscious, but clearly in a lot of pain. Medics are also working on Lurrr, who has moved since the Biff End on the concrete. The camera shifts to the outside, where Jonathan & Hunter are still in a tense conversation with their father. Jonathan nods to him, then points to the ring. The guardrail gets pulled apart to allow the three men to make their way up the stairs and into the squared circle.*

Rockwell: Looks like the owners want to give us a going away message.

Hood: Honestly, we could have just cut to black, but why not, right?

*Jonathan gets himself a mic, and one is tossed to The Accelerator as well.*

Jonathan Barrows: Let's hear it for The Big Bifford! Congratulations on pinning a has-been to become a champion.

The Accelerator: You really want to do this in public, Jonathan? Fine. Mobley put up an incredible fight here tonight, and if I could convince him to wrestle again, I would. But what I want to know is, how long did you guys know The Incredible One was going to be here??

*Jonathan glances at Hunter, who immediately lowers his head. But Jonathan looks easily back at his father.*

Jonathan Barrows: It's been at least 3 weeks, right, Hunter? We just wanted him to have the right type of entrance. And I believe he got it.

The Accelerator: This is unacceptable...

Jonathan Barrows: Yes, it is, Dad. It's unacceptable that you keep signing elderly talent. It's unacceptable that you keep ignoring our business decisions. It's unacceptable that you think only you know best.

*The Accelerator looks speechless, hearing this from his own family. Jonathan reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a folded piece of paper.*

Jonathan Barrows: We're tired of watching you drag this company down before it has a chance to succeed. It's time for the New Era to truly begin, Dad. So we had this drawn up. As the other co-owners, you've been found unable to complete your duties. So you have been stripped of any stocks you owned, and you are out.

*Jonathan says this with finality, as Hunter still looks uneasy about all this. The Accelerator opens the piece of paper, looking at it, before staring back at his children.*

The Accelerator: So it's really come to this? My boys, turning on me? Turning on family?

*Hunter opens his mouth as if to speak, but Jonathan cuts him off.*

Jonathan Barrows: This is for the good of the family.

The Accelerator: You son of a...

Jonathan Barrows: Exactly.

*Jonathan suddenly lashes out, kicking The Accelerator in the mid-section!! The crowd, shocked, watches as Jonathan lifts Ace up, then drops him with a brainbuster!!! Hunter, eyes wide, starts shouting "What are you doing??", but Jonathan pushes him away. He heads for the turnbuckle, going up top. The crowd is booing heavily now, and Hunter has to back away, grabbing at his hair in stunned silence. Jonathan looks down, saying something under his breath towards his father, before leaping off with the Pryde Before The Fall!!!! He lands it like it was only yesterday he was the masked wrestler, hitting it perfectly. The Accelerator lies in the ring, gasping, in a bad way, as Jonathan gets back to his feet. Hunter rolls out of the ring, staying out of it, utterly blown away. Jonathan reaches down and gets a mic, leaning down over his father.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'm sorry... but it's just business. Boyo.

*Jonathan drops the mic and leaves the ring, not looking back. There is utter shock and stunned silence in the GCWA Arena, as medics who were previously working on other wrestlers slide in to check on the legend. The Accelerator can be seen, spitting out some blood, signaling internal bleeding. The medics start doing whatever they can, as the camera focuses back on Jonathan and Hunter as they walk out of the arena, trash flying all around them. We slowly fade out.*

OOC: There you have it! Our first major PPV in the books! Congrats to all the winners, there were definitely some hard decisions in this one. Thanks go out to Will for creating all of the graphics for the show. Also thanks to TIO, who wrote part of the main event (I bet you can guess which part). It's a New Era now, so here's looking forward to the future, and see where everything ends up! Be sure to leave your comments on the OOC board! Here's the next card:

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, October 11th 2019

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, TX

Opener

Crash Rodriguez vs. Xtreme

Mid-Card

Duce Jones vs. Lightning, Non-Title match

Main Event

The Incredible One vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn

Roleplaying will be from Monday, October 7th to Thursday, October 10th, giving you 4 days to post your roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!