GCWA Heat Wave IV

*The picture slowly fades up on an image of a a wrestling ring. It appears to be empty at the moment. The camera slowly zooms over and around it, showing the ring from all sides. There is quietly triumphant music playing in the background, something you'd hear if you went to a symphony orchestra. A voice begins speaking, as the camera continues to move above the ring.*

Voice: It was almost a year ago today that the dream began again.

*Images flash briefly on the canvas of the ring, showing images from the past.*

Jonathan Barrows: Welcome to the new era.

Rockwell: Hello everyone, and welcome to the show that won't stay dead, Friday Night Inferno!

Hood: That's right, you mother fuckers, Hood's back again like a bad penny!

*The images continue, going along with the voice speaking.*

Voice: Since August 2019, the GCWA has once again become one of the premier wrestling organizations in the world today... and it's had some amazing moments...

*The images begin to speed up... The Big Bifford delivering two Biff Ends to Derek Mobley...*

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

*A bloody Razor-Wire Steel Cage match with an explosive Blastoff ending...*

Rockwell: He's done it!! After months of working his way to this moment, Ed Houston is the World Champion!!

Hood: Wow! And he beat The Big Bifford cleanly, too!

*To the most controversial moment of the year, as Mack O'Connor gets a small package on the champion during Ultimate Survival III...*

Rockwell: I can't believe it!! Mack stole this one!

Hood: Stole it? He fucking won it! Mack knew the Blastoff was coming and adjusted.

Rockwell: Well, call it whatever you want...the fact remains the same...Mack O'Connor is our NEW GCWA Champion.

*After the last shot, we see The Accelerator now standing inside the ring, having miraculously appeared there. He smiles at the camera.*

The Accelerator: And now, after a year of returning to action... my greatest event has returned. Welcome... to Heat Wave.

*The Accelerator sports a wide grin as he stares at the camera, even as the flames seem to be overtaking the shot. All of the sudden, it's almost like you're feeling the flames, that's how realistic the images and sounds are. After a few seconds, we start seeing wrestlers appearing in the gloom, going at it. The Accelerator can be heard behind the flames... *

The Accelerator: It's a night when new opportunities are sought.

*Shots of Noah Jackson, Outcast, and Aaron Warthog fighting in different matches are shown.*

The Accelerator: A night when anything can and will happen...

*Video of The A-List ambushing Sports Entertainment Xpress flash by, along with images of a steel cage. We see the dramatic first appearance of the Cosmic Cowboy, and hear Terry Marshall's challenge.*

Terry Marshall: I'm saying we go to the match beyond, at Heat Wave we are having a WAR GAMES MATCH!!!

*The video shifts to Ryot being attacked during an interview, with the reveal later showing that it was Enforcer. We see Ryot getting some revenge last Inferno, then getting on the mic.*

Ryot: You made two mistakes last week, Enforcer. You decided to attack me from behind, and then you didn't finish the job!

Enforcer: You just over-played your hand, just like I knew you would. ... It'll be an Iron Man match. Thirty minutes alone in the ring with me.

The Accelerator: It's a night where the best will rise to the top, showing the world the greatness that they possess...

*Video rolls of the return of PerZag, taking out Jason Cashe before talking to Chelsea LeClair.*

PerZag: You deserve someone... Worthy... of the competition.

Chelsea LeClair: Book it.

*We cut from these shots to the confrontations between The Lost Soul and Chad Vargas, with The Lost Soul laying out his match stipulations for the Boxes, Ladders, & Cage match. Vargas' response to the rules was predictable.*

Chad Vargas: You bitches want me to wear a mask? You got it.

*We don't get images of Vargas under a white hood, thankfully, as the video continues forward, showing us the recent wins of Jackson Hart & James Raven, causing them to demand better competition and insulting Jonathan Barrows, causing him to react.*

Jonathan Barrows: So let's say it will be Hart & Raven... versus EVERY TAG-TEAM in the GCWA!

*Flashes of Ed Houston & Mike Zybala, Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban, Anderson Haze & Zolton, The Private Dicks, the mysterious Sins of the Fathers, and more pass by quickly. We then return to the Accelerator.*

The Accelerator: And it's a night... where legends are either made... or grow larger...

*Footage rolls of Lissie Hope winning the Warriors of the Ring Tournament, followed by her vocal confrontations with the GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, Mack O'Connor, leading up to tonight.*

The Accelerator: We always look to end the year with a bang... and get geared up for the next one. Buckle up, Boyos... it's going to be a long, bumpy ride!

*The Accelerator laughs, one of his signatures, as we fade out from the shot of him at ringside, and instead get a pulse-pounding video showcasing every wrestler competing tonight. It finishes up with the logo for Heat Wave, getting us ready to begin!*

*We open onto what looks to be a very populated Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York!! The fans have been separated by protective barriers, but they're still hyped up and losing their minds at the thought of seeing such a large-scale event in 2020. People have risked it all and flown into the Big Apple, ready to be deeply entertained! A large pyro display goes off at the front of the stage, shooting fireworks everywhere. The crowd absolutely loves it. Afterwards, we head down to the announce table to join Adrian Rockwell & Hood.*

Rockwell: Welcome to what is sure to be one of the biggest, most historic shows in the GCWA's history! Welcome to Heat Wave IV! I'm Adrian Rockwell, joined as always by "The Voice of The A-List", Hood!

Hood: That's right, and it's going to be the greatest night ever for the A-List!

Rockwell: It very well could be, as they go after S.E.X. in a War Games match later tonight. We've also got all of our championships on the line, against the very best competition there was to be found. We've got War Games, we've got an Iron Man match, we've got a Gauntlet match that's sure to take all night long...

Hood: Plus the BLC match, a PerZag North American Title special, and our main event, where Lissie Hope looks to become the first woman to ever hold the World Championship!

Rockwell: We could easily be part of history, Hood!

Hood: I'm always part of history. There are going to be museums dedicated to me someday.

Rockwell: So there will be a museum dedicated to every single minute of your life, Hood?

Hood: Well, maybe we'll whitewash a few things here and there...

Rockwell: Regardless, it's going to be a hell of a night...

Hood: And a hell of a LONG night...

Rockwell: So let's go to the ring and join Minos!

Golden Opportunity Triple Threat match
Noah Jackson (2-0) vs. Aaron Warthog (5-18) vs. Outcast (0-0)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... it will be a Triple Threat match for a Golden Opportunity Contract!

*The crowd is ready to get going, excited about the prospects in this one.*

Rockwell: For those who need reminding, the Golden Opportunity contract can be used to immediately challenge for any championship that's not the World Title.

Hood: That's right, but it's not an instant cash-in. You can turn it in for a title shot, but it has to be a week later, right?

Rockwell: Exactly. Whoever wins tonight cannot, for instance, cash it in for a match tonight.

Hood: Yeah, I like that. Keeps them from taking advantage of an exhausted wrestler.

Rockwell: I actually thought you'd be more on the side of a surprise cash-in and victory?

Hood: Nah, unless it's a member of the A-List, I'd rather they earn it.

Minos: Introducing first... standing 6'1" and weighing 330 lbs... from Charleston, South Carolina... here is Aaron Warthog!!

"Everyone Knows I'm Hog Wild!"

*Hank Williams Jr starts the intro as the fans all turn to look at the entrance. The heavyweight known as Aaron Warthog comes out, jutting out his chin on the stage and facing the audience. He starts down to the ring, pounding on his stomach along the way, ready for another brawl. He enters Ring #2, apparently choosing that one to start off with, and the referee conveniently goes there as well.*

Rockwell: Warthog had to hitchhike all the way here to New York City.

Hood: That was surely a long trick, and I loved that Jones had to go along with it the whole way!

Rockwell: From what I hear, the GCWA's contributing to the mileage Jones built up, so he's getting a rather nice bonus for this show...

Hood: What? But that's... son of a bitch...

Minos: Next... standing 6'1" and weighing 210 lbs... from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia... here is Noah Jackson!!

"GET OUT OF ME COUNTRY"

*The crowd pop as Noah Jackson strolls lazily from the back and basks in the glow of sick cunt energy washing over him. He slowly puts his right foot forward and glides down the ramp on his heelies, rhythmically raising and lowering pointed fingers to the sky as the crowd chants.*

"CUNT!"

*Until he reaches the apron where he gracefully rolls under the bottom rope and goes straight to the corner continuing his motions and the chants until his music is rudely cut off.*

Rockwell: Jackson made a surprise trip to Mexico this week, along with Alan Tudyk.

Hood: He also got rid of the Evil Noah, which I would assume is always a good thing.

Rockwell: He just kicked him out of his car. I'm sure Evil Noah will return...

Hood: DUH DUN DUN!!

Minos: Our third and final participant... standing 6'1" and weighing 228 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... he is a former GCWA Intercontinental, Hardcore, and Internet Champion... making his return debut to the GCWA... here is Outcast!!

*"Existence is Punishment" by Crowbar begins to play. The lights begin to flash, sparklers go off, and the crowd gets to their feet. They watch the entrance, but no one has appeared.*

Rockwell: Okay, where is Outcast?

Hood: You think his truck broke down again? Maybe his Uber hasn't arrived yet...

Rockwell: Wait, what's the crowd reacting to... uh oh...

*We see many of the Madison Square Garden crowd on their feet, cheering on one side. There's someone coming down the stairs in that area, staggering and almost tripping about halfway down. Luckily, a couple of fans grab him, keeping Outcast from taking a long spill. Outcast thanks them, then continues on, raising his hand drunkingly in the air as he looks at all the fans around him. Most are trying to keep their distance at this point.*

Hood: Is he... yep, he's plastered, isn't he?

Rockwell: This is not good. Really not good. Outcast just got out of rehab not that long ago!

Hood: Hunter is going to be SO pissed...

Rockwell: Can Outcast even wrestle in this shape?

Hood: I guess we're going to find out...

*Outcast miraculously makes it to the barricade and basically drapes himself across it, before falling to the other side. He slowly heads for the ring, blinking at the light surrounding it. Both Warthog and Jackson are looking on, neither looking particularly pleased at the thought of wrestling someone who can blow chunks at any moment.*

Rockwell: So Outcast promised Hunter last week on Inferno that he was good and ready for a match...

Hood: I think we're gonna have to call that a lie at this point...

Rockwell: Was it too much pressure? Or the pain of his injured knee?

Hood: Whatever the reason, Outcast's still gotta go against two strong wrestlers.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Well, a Golden Opportunity is still on the line! Let's see what happens!

Hood: Seriously, this could be the best chance ever for Aaron Warthog to get a Pay-Per-View victory...

*Outcast has rolled in the ring, just laying in the corner, laughing at something. It could just be the sight of multiple Warthog's dancing in front of him, hard to say. Warthog is heading his direction, no doubt thinking it'd be good to take him out quickly. But Noah has hit the ropes and is sprinting towards Warthog, leaping up to nail him in the head with Shark Frenzy (One-Legged Dropkick)!! Warthog, completely missing the incoming attack, takes it full-on, crashing onto his side. Noah, without hesitating, works to roll Warthog over, covering him, as the ref slides in... 1... 2... and Warthog kicks out! Noah immediately turns around on Warthog, getting his arm and applying the Deadset (Kimura Armlock)!!! Warthog is yelling out in pain, trying to find a way to escape! Meanwhile, Outcast is still sitting in the corner, doing a little clap as if enjoying the ringside seat. Warthog's voice is getting higher now, as he's really in bad shape. Outcast keeps clapping as he works to get up, shuffling forward... and trips, falling onto both men!! The ref counts this as a break, as Noah releases the submission hold, while trying to get Outcast off of him.*

Hood: Watch out, Jackson!! He might spew at any minute!

Rockwell: If he spews, then I'm going to hurl.

Hood: Don't do it, man, if you hurl, then I'm going to puke, and then everyone behind us is going to erupt.

Rockwell: We'll just have to contain it...

Hood: If you're going to spew, spew into this...

*Hood is holding up a tiny paper cup. Adrian does not look amused. We cut back to the ring, as Noah has gotten himself free of the pile. He grabs at Outcast, hauling him up, wanting to know what's his major malfunction, cunt? Outcast just shrugs at him, asking if he wants to fight. Noah smiles back, then throws a right hand... which Outcast rotates out of the way of. Noah, surprised, turns and throws another punch, and again Outcast somehow dodges it. Noah, more intent now, steps forward, swinging wildly, and Outcast either avoids it or blocks it with upraised arms, his face never changing expression the whole time. Noah, getting frustrated, steps into Outcast, trying to grab him, but Outcast rolls through the ropes, almost spineless, ending up on the apron. He just stands there, looking at Noah, who curses him out before turning... and Aaron Warthog crashes into him with the Stampede (Spear)!!!! The Garden is exploding as Warthog gets himself up, appearing more surprised than anyone that he took out Noah with one of his biggest moves. He finally thinks to make the cover, holding onto the legs... 1... 2... and Noah kicks out in time!*

Hood: We almost saw the upset of the century!

Rockwell: I mean, that would have broken Vegas right there, with Warthog winning this one!

Hood: And it's all because of Outcast's condition throwing everyone off!

*Warthog is back on his feet now, trying to feel the power coming from the audience here. He got a nice rest on a big stack of matresses on his way over here, possibly fueling him at the moment. He lifts Noah up, working to get him on his shoulder for Aggression (Falling Powerslam), a move that's rarely been seen in the GCWA. But Noah's suddenly pulled off from behind, surprising Warthog, who turns to see Outcast taking him over with a snap suplex! Noah rolls away, as Outcast gets to his feet, looking around with glazed eyes. Warthog angrily comes up to him, saying that he wanted to finish things... and Outcast nails him with a European uppercut! Warthog stumbles away, rubbing his jaw, apparently not having taken too much damage. He comes back at Outcast, swinging away... and once again Outcast is dodging everything easily! Warthog finally is able to grab him, turning and throwing Outcast into the ropes... but Outcast spins around them and comes right back, catches Warthog with the Mexican Headscissors!!! Warthog's down, with Outcast rolling on top of him, possibly unsure what he's doing... 1... 2... and Warthog manages to kick out in time! Outcast looks up at the ref, as if wondering why he's doing a drum beat on the canvas, before asking him to bring him another drink.*

Rockwell: We went from Warthog's near greatest win to a near unforgettable loss...

Hood: Man, it's like Outcast trained as a Drunken Master or something.

Rockwell: I'm not sure if anyone's made contact with him yet...

*Outcast slowly gets up, staggering over to the referee. The ref smartly takes a few steps back, not wanting to be used as a crutch. Outcast, annoyed, throws both hands up and turns around, going back towards Warthog. He smacks Warthog's head a few times with slaps, as if trying to encourage him to get up. Warthog comes to, sitting up, working to get up. He turns around, dazed, and Outcast gives him a kick, bending him over. Outcast then signals to the world that he's putting this one away, then starts to lift Warthog up for a tombstone piledriver!! But Warthog is just way too heavy, keeping Outcast from getting him up. As Outcast tries again, Noah Jackson returns to the ring, coming up from behind and hitting a running forearm, knocking Outcast down! Before Warthog can stumble away, Noah turns and grabs him, throwing him back into the corner! Noah then goes to the opposite, starting up a "CUNT" chant, before running forward... and giving Warthog The C-Section (kick to the groin)!!! Warthog sags in the ropes, gasping as Noah laughs hysterically.*

Rockwell: I still don't understand why that move is allowed...

Hood: You've lost that battle already, Adrian, just let it go.

Rockwell: I'm betting Warthog might disagree, if he could talk right now...

*Noah gets Warthog out of the corner, sending him toppling down to the ground. With Warthog too busy clutching his legs together to do much else, Noah starts going up the turnbuckle, with the crowd giving him another "CUNT" chant along the way. He gets to the top, set up to go for the World's Sickest Moonsault!! As Noah works to make sure he's got the balance, though, Outcast is back, drunkenly reaching up to grab Noah's trunks from behind, yanking him backwards so that he falls from the turnbuckle straight onto Warthog!!! It wasn't a moonsault, but it still did a lot of damage to Warthog. Outcast, though, isn't finished, as he starts to climb the turnbuckle himself! He gets up to the top, swaying, and almost falls forward, scaring the fans on that side. Outcast manages to recover, though, before bouncing on the rope and springing backwards with a moonsault!! He crashes down onto both Noah and Warthog, managing to hit both of them upon landing! Outcast stays on top of both men, his feet on Noah while his body's on Warthog, so the ref makes a double count... 1... 2.... and both Noah & Warthog kick out at the same time!*

Hood: Are we sure Outcast's not faking? Can you hit a moonsault while heavily inebriated?

Rockwell: I never like to agree with you, Hood, but that's certainly not an easy move to pull off...

Hood: If it's a trick, I mean, it's brilliant, because it's working. If Outcast still loses, though, it sucked.

*Outcast is back up now, hurting from where he landed on Warthog. He straightens himself up, looking around at both men, before reaching down to pull Noah up. He starts to lift Noah up, still intent on landing the tombstone piledriver on someone! But Warthog reaches up, grabbing at Outcast's trunks from behind, surprisingly yanking him down into a pin as Noah falls on top of him. The ref doesn't look sure on who's making the pin, but he hits the mat anyway... 1... 2... and somehow Outcast gets a shoulder up! The three men all get up, with Outcast staggering backwards, right into the grip of Warthog. He holds Outcast up, telling Noah just to end it, and Noah obliges, sprinting forward and hitting another Shark Frenzy!! Outcast falls to the side, out of it, as Warthog congratulates Noah, saying that they should just work together on the drunk. Noah nods, offering his hand, and Warthog shakes it... a big mistake, as Noah immediately twists him around and drops with a neckbreaker! Noah gets on top for the cover, hanging on, trying to put Warthog away... 1... 2... but Warthog is again able to escape fate once again!*

Rockwell: That was a short-lived alliance...

Hood: You can't trust anyone in this business, can you?

Rockwell: Certainly not in a match like this...

*Noah goes over to where Outcast is trying to recover, grabbing the veteran and bringing him over to the ropes. He clotheslines Outcast out of the ring, removing him from the field of play. Meanwhile, Warthog is struggling to get up, his neck killing him. He turns towards Noah, trying to come at him from behind, but Noah turns and meets him, catching him with a series of elbow shots! Warthog, dazed, just stands there for a moment as Noah looks at him closely, realizing he's almost out. He reaches over, playing with Warthog's mouth, trying to make him smile for a few seconds. It doesn't hold, so Noah shrugs and runs past Warthog, hitting the ropes and coming back... nailing Warthog from behind with the King Hit (Superman Punch to the Back of Head)!!! Warthog topples into the ropes, hanging there. Noah gets to his feet, coming over to drag Warthog backwards off the ropes, in order to allow the pin and victory. He gets on top, hanging onto Warthog's legs just for the heck of it... 1... 2... and Outcast comes flying in, landing on the pile with the OD (Double Footstomp)!!! Noah rolls away, groaning at the hit he just took the brunt of, while Outcast immediately gets on top of Warthog, showing amazing speed... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner of the Golden Opportunity... Outcast!!

Hood: Whoa! Out of nowhere!

Rockwell: There's no way Outcast was as drunk as he looked, the way he just moved!

Hood: I knew it! It was all a scam!

*Outcast is handed the Golden Opportunity contract, immediately turning and rolling out of the ring. Noah Jackson is up now, looking around, trying to figure out what just happened. He goes to the referee, complaining that Outcast was a liar, but the referee can't do anything at this point. Outcast is walking up the aisle now, moving with the speed of a sober individual.*

Rockwell: What a shocker early on here at Heat Wave!

Hood: I would've bet money on Jackson, if the cheapskates had ever opened the betting lines...

Rockwell: But things went a different direction, thanks to the apparent acting skills of Outcast...

*Jackson is still arguing with the referee, also making sure to point out that Outcast had been using open fists during the fight as well. As Jackson and the referee keep talking, Aaron Warthog is pulling himself up in the corner. He holds his chest, looking more and more upset at what's happened to his big moment in Madison Square Garden. Seeing Noah still in the ring, Warthog starts to rev up, preparing for the Stampede!*

Rockwell: Uh oh, look at Warthog!

Hood: The match is over, you idiot!

Rockwell: He's going to...

*Warthog runs forward with a yell, roaring towards a surprised Jackson. But a hooded man is suddenly coming from the side, nailing Warthog with a running big boot!! Warthog goes crashing down, as Noah steps forward, saying that he had everything handled. The hooded man doesn't say anything, as Noah turns towards Warthog and smashes him once again with the King Hit!!! Warthog is out, laying flat on the mat. Noah covers him, looking over at the referee. The hooded man turns towards him as well, and the referee decides, what the hell? He comes over, making a quick count... 1.. 2.. 3!!*

Rockwell: Uh, I don't think that counts...

Hood: Hey, an official just made a legal count, right? So why not put it on the books?

Rockwell: ... I'm more curious who the hooded man is...

Hood: I think I know... but I'll respect his privacy for now...

*Noah celebrates the 'pin', with the hooded man shaking his head before gesturing to the ropes. The two men depart, as the ref goes to check on Warthog, who's really had a horrible night.*

*We head backstage to where we see Deana Barrows standing in front of the camera with a sly smile on her face. She winks at the camera before leaning back, looking to each side.*

Deana Barrows: If I can please have the representatives from either team?

*On one side, we see Dylan Thomas stepping up, a cocky grin showing as he sizes up the man on the other side. Terry Marshall steps forward, showing off the force of his biceps just by standing there. Behind each man, you can see the rest of their respective stables, barely able to hold themselves back from starting a brawl right there in the backstage area. Deana looks to each of them before bringing out a special coin for the occasion.*

Deana Barrows: This coin toss will determine who enters first in the War Games match later tonight. Per the contract created by Lissandra Thomas & Lord Allton for this match, it appears that the A-List get the option of making the call. So, Mr. Thomas, please call it in the air.

*Deana brings the coin up, flipping it casually upwards.*

Dylan Thomas: Heads!

*Deana steps back, as the coin bounces on the floor once or twice before settling. We see a picture of The Accelerator on the cover, which is clearly heads. One shudders to wonder what the tails side looks like. Thomas pumps his fist, excited. Space Lord growls and starts to step forward, but the security guards there quickly work to keep everyone back.*

Deana Barrows: So, Mr. Thomas, am I to assume The A-List will be entering first in the War Games match?

Dylan Thomas: You assume correctly.

Deana Barrows: So be it. Good luck to both teams!

*The two groups start exiting through different doors, to further keep them separated until later. Deana Barrows walks over to the side, stopping next to where Lord Allton and Barry Barrows are standing.*

Deana Barrows: So, Barry... you'll sign the paperwork, then?

Barry Barrows: You know I'd do anything for you, Deana. Especially now.

Deana Barrows: That's all I wanted to hear.

*Deana turns and leaves the room, as Barry lowers his head. Lord Allton pats him on the arm, trying to show some compassion. It doesn't appear sincere.*

Lord Allton: You did the right thing, Barry, for the good of the A-List. See? It's not all about boot camp scores. As for the papers, don't worry. I have another plan.

*The duo turns and leaves, and soon the only person left in the room slowly walks forward. It's First Mate Kirk. He steps over to where the coin is still laying, reaching down to pick it up. He starts flipping it himself, turning to leave the room, but he stops when he notices that after three flips, he's gotten heads every time. He turns the coin around and around in his hand, seeing the same image of the Accelerator on either side.*

First Mate Kirk: COOOOOIIIINNNNN!!!! COOOOOIIINNNN!!!!

*Kirk runs off to catch up with Sports Entertainment Xpress, as we go back to the announcers.*

Rockwell: It was all rigged!

Hood: What are you talking about? It was just a ceremonial coin!

Rockwell: With heads on either side, Hood! There's no way the result would have been different!

Hood: What if Thomas would have said Tails? Then it would have been rigged against The A-List!

Rockwell: But Thomas had to know the coin was there, and knew what to say!

Hood: Prove it.

GCWA World Television Title Iron Man match
Ryot(c) (12-7) vs. Enforcer (4-5)

Minos: The next contest will be for the GCWA World Television Championship! This one will have a time limit of thirty minutes, as the two men will compete in an Iron Man match!

*The crowd pops, with many already getting out their phones and other devices in order to start their own timers.*

Hood: Have we had an Iron Man match this past year?

Rockwell: No, I don't believe we have. I can't recall anyone fighting in a match like this.

Hood: First time since the GCWA came back!

Rockwell: Of course, I don't remember a War Games match, either... and I definitely would remember if we had a BLC match...

Hood: This is why Heat Wave is the biggest event of the year!

Minos: Introducing first, the challenger... standing 6'4" and weighing 275 lbs... from Brooklyn, New York... accompanied by Justice Orton-Cross... here is Enforcer!!

*Smoke starts to pour from the entryway. As the smoke starts to clear, a familiar beat starts, and two familiar voices start to be heard...*

Voices: What's up, New York???? Let's see you move your hands up and down...

*Through the smoke, we see the two men walking out: Ice Cube and Dr. Dre!! The crowd goes wild, even as they start in on Natural Born Killaz!*

*After another large puff of smoke, The Enforcer walks through it and looks out at the energized crowd. Many are booing, not forgetting that Enforcer has been brutally attacking wrestlers, but others are from Brooklyn, and will always support a home-town wrestler. Justice Orton-Cross comes out behind Enforcer, walking with him down to the ring and up the stairs on to the ring apron. Enforcer looks out at the crowd and lifts his arms out to the side, with Justice standing next to him with a look of confidence. The two head into Ring #1.*

Rockwell: Enforcer assaulted both Ryot and his tag-team partner, Rogue Daniels, in order to make his point and get this title shot tonight.

Hood: In any other job, that probably wouldn't work. Can you imagine taking out your co-worker so you get promoted to his position?

Rockwell: It actually sounds like it'd be pretty cool...

Hood: Don't get any ideas! Taking me out will only get you Jones!

Rockwell: Or maybe one of the Barrows...

Minos: His opponent...

*The shot suddenly switches around to the opposite entrance, where a band has gotten set up. The lights come on, and the crowd starts to roar, realizing that the singer coming up to the mic and holding up her guitar is Lzzy Hale of Halestorm!! She lets out a scream into the mic, getting the crowd losing their minds, before launching into "I Miss The Misery"!!!*

*As the music continues, the lights start flashing red and white, and Ryot walks out on the stage. He walks past Arejay Hale on drums and stops next to Lzzy Hale, feeling the beat of the song pick up.*

Minos: Standing 5'11" and weighing 189 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... here is the GCWA World Television Champion... "The Natural" Ryot!!

*The crowd is loving this as the song continues. Ryot starts down the ramp, pointing two finger guns towards the ring. He runs up on the apron and climbs up on the turnbuckle, pulling the GCWA World Television Title from his waist and lifting it above him. He then jumps into Ring #1, looking around at the crowd before walking to the corner and taking a knee, staring at his opponent.*

Rockwell: Ryot's had two great runs with the Television Title, enough that many just associate the belt with him at this point.

Hood: That can be a good or bad thing. I mean, Ryot could be heading up towards the World Championship right now! Is the TV Title holding him down?

Rockwell: I never like that reasoning. Ryot can be a champ and still move up the rankings. He certainly deserves consideration for the top gold...

Hood: Well, tonight he's just got to worry about one belt... and one very large human being...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: And here we go! Start the clock!

Hood: Consider it started!

Rockwell: The next thirty minutes will determine who leaves with the new GCWA World Television Title!!

*The camera focuses on the belt that's been brought to the announce table, before going back to the ring. Ryot walks forward, sending some trash talk towards Enforcer, who has no problems returning it. The two men snap at each other, with Ryot having not forgotten getting blindsided and knocked out a few weeks ago. He suddenly throws a forearm, staggering Enforcer, who immediately throws his own shots back, and the fight is on! Enforcer takes over, shoving Ryot into the corner with his greater size. He throws a few strong punches into Ryot's side, working to weaken his mid-section. The referee calls for the break, but Enforcer has no intention on listening to him. He yells at the ref, telling him to take a hike, before going back at Ryot... who manages to reverse it, putting Enforcer in the corner, so that Ryot can start throwing some sweet high knees into the challenger! He strikes again and again, with Enforcer taking the hits and trying to shrug them off. He shoves Ryot backwards, with Ryot doing a roll, only to jump right up and run forward again, leaping with a double knee shot right into Enforcer!! He then drops out of the corner, taking Enforcer with him and sending Enforcer flipping to the canvas!*

Rockwell: Both men aggressive right from the beginning!

Hood: I don't think this is going to be one of those 0-0 Iron Man matches, not at the pace they're setting!

Rockwell: I just hope both can make it thirty minutes!

*Ryot has Enforcer up now, snapping a couple of side kicks into him. Ryot then turns and hits the ropes, coming back for a bicycle knee strike! But Enforcer blocks it by ramming his shoulder forward, knocking Ryot onto his back! Infuriated, Enforcer quickly grabs Ryot and yanks him off the canvas, lifting the smaller wrestler into the air and carrying him for a moment before spinning him into a powerslam!! Ryot's down, kicking his feet from the strain, as Enforcer gets back up, angrily looking down at his foe. As Ryot starts to get up, Enforcer is there again, punching away at Ryot to keep him off-balance. He then takes Ryot up into the air again, taking a few steps and spinning around with him before dropping with a Sit-Out Powerbomb!! Enforcer stays in the seated position, making the first cover of the match... 1... 2.. but Ryot is able to kick free in time. Enforcer shoves him off and stands, determined to crush Ryot once and for all tonight. He grabs hold of Ryot's arm, getting him off the canvas and sending him flying hard into the turnbuckle, with the ring shaking from the impact!*

Hood: I think Ring #1 just went an inch or two further away from Ring #2 after that one!

Rockwell: That's what you call a serious impact...

Hood: That's what you call the power of Enforcer!

*Enforcer drags Ryot up, looking him in the eyes and asking if this is all the champ's got. He lands a few more shots to Ryot's exposed side, causing him to slump over, before Enforcer lifts the man up into the corner. Enforcer follows, bringing Ryot all the way up to the top. He sets Ryot up, wanting a Belly-To-Back Suplex from the top!! They fall backwards... and Ryot is able to rotate out of it, landing on his feet as Enforcer hits back-first!! Enforcer, somewhat braced for the landing, manages to start getting himself back up afterwards, but Ryot is already hitting the ropes and coming back, scoring the V Trigger!! Enforcer falls over to the mat, stunned, even as Ryot runs to the ropes once more and comes back, leaping into the air and getting a double stomp right into Enforcer's ribs!! As Enforcer tightens up, groaning, Ryot goes to the ropes and leaps off of them with a Lionsault! He lands right onto Enforcer, grabbing at the legs, as the ref makes the count... 1... 2... and Enforcer kicks out!*

Rockwell: Ryot almost took the lead there!

Hood: That would have been huge, since we're only about 5-6 minutes in...

Rockwell: Early leads can definitely give you the advantage in an Iron Man, but it can also cause you to be too cautious.

Hood: Doesn't look to me that Ryot has any intention of that!

*As the referee moves off to the side, Ryot has started up the turnbuckle! He gets to the top, balancing himself, thinking about going for a moonsault! But He's distracted as Justice Orton-Cross hops onto the apron, yelling at him! The ref moves over, ordering Justice to get down, as Ryot tells her to back off. He turns back, ready to jump... and Enforcer is there, shoving Ryot from behind and sending him off the back of the turnbuckle!!!! Ryot flies to the outside, out of control, crashing into the outside barricades!! The fans erupt with boos, even as Enforcer rests on the turnbuckle, looking out at the damage he's caused... and smiling. He slowly steps out of the ring and walks over to where Ryot is lying in a heap. He's clearly badly hurt from the harsh landing. As Ryot senses Enforcer there, he tries to get up, hurting badly, but Enforcer doesn't let him get far. Instead, Enforcer lifts Ryot up... and delivers a brainbuster on the outside!!!! Ryot's not moving, as Enforcer turns and gets back into the ring, still smiling. Ryot's laid out, not moving, as Enforcer turns to the referee and orders him to count faster. The ref, gulping, gets to 5, 6... Enforcer shouts "Faster!!" and the ref complies, going 7, 8, 9... 10!!! He signals for the bell.*

Minos: It is now currently Enforcer in the lead, 1-0. Twenty-two minutes left!

Rockwell: Enforcer gets a countout fall, thanks to that incredible fall from Ryot!

Hood: Does countouts... count? I mean, will the title change hands with a countout involved?

Rockwell: This is an Iron Man match, Hood, so whoever's ahead on wins will take the title, countouts or not.

Hood: So, really, Enforcer should just leave Ryot out there and maybe add up a couple more 'falls' here.

Rockwell: Not the most sportsmanlike of strategies, but it could be an effective one...

*Justice is applauding her husband, happy to see him in the lead in this one. Enforcer appears to be taking a breather in the ring, as Ryot is still struggling to recover on the outside. The medic comes over to check on him, making sure that Ryot can continue. The referee looks concerned as well, but Enforcer straightens up and gets back in his face, demanding to know why a new count hasn't been started. The referee, still seemingly terrified of Enforcer, turns and shouts "One!" to the boos of the crowd, who didn't want to see something like this happen. The count goes upwards, hitting 3, 4, 5... the medic is shaking his head at the referee, as if thinking about ending this one. But Ryot suddenly reaches up and grabs him by the shirt, yanking him close and saying "Not a chance in fucking hell!" he pushes the medic away and struggles to get to his feet, in bad shape but not quitting. As the referee reaches 7, Ryot limps over, using the apron of Ring #2 to give him some balance. He gets to Ring #1 at the count of 8 and pulls himself through the ropes, ending the count... and immediately getting himself stomped by a waiting Enforcer.*

Rockwell: Ryot wants to keep fighting!

Hood: Maybe not the best choice when it comes to an opponent like Enforcer. Ryot still wants to have a life after wrestling, doesn't he?

Rockwell: He's taken one of the worst falls of the night, for sure, but Ryot is a proud champion. He's not just going to hand the belt over to a man who ambushed him!

Hood: If that man was the size of Enforcer, I'd sure consider it...

*Ryot is trying to fight back with a few swings, but Enforcer stops that quickly with a ramming shoulder to the side, sending Ryot sprawling backwards. Enforcer looks extremely confident at this point, as he grabs at Ryot to drag him up once again. Before Ryot can fight back, Enforcer grabs hold and positions him, taking Ryot down with a Facebreaker Knee Smash!! Ryot collapses backwards, with Enforcer dropping onto him for the cover... 1... 2... but Ryot manages to get a shoulder up! Enforcer threatens the ref once again, wanting a faster count next time. He turns back to Ryot... who pulls him down into a desperation roll-up!! 1.. 2.. and Enforcer barely kicks out in time!!! He gives Ryot a stiff kick to the face, sending him back to the mat, before turning back to the referee with a glare. The ref shakes his head, saying that he was just following instructions about counting faster. Justice yells at Enforcer to get back on track, so he turns back to Ryot, picking the man up and lifting him into the air, locking him into a Torture Rack submission!*

Rockwell: He's trying to make Ryot tap out!

Hood: The ultimate insult, making your opponent submit during an Iron Man match, knowing that even after giving up, the abuse continues!

*Enforcer continues to stretch Ryot on either side, trying to elicit a submission from the champion. But Ryot is still refusing, shaking his head despite the tremendous pain he's in. After a few more bounces, Enforcer lifts Ryot and throws him off with a Death Valley Driver, sending him crashing to the canvas!! Enforcer shakes his head, having wanted a submission, but he opts to go for the pin instead... 1... 2... 3, No! Ryot gets free at the last moment! Enforcer stands up, sparing a second to glare at the referee once more before hauling Ryot up. He sends Ryot into the ropes, preparing for a spear, but Ryot somehow jumps and rolls over Enforcer's back, landing on his feet! He stumbles, trying to get his balance, before running to the ropes and returning with a jumping knee that staggers Enforcer! The champ stumbles away again, going to the ropes to attack once more, but this time Enforcer catches him, spinning into a spinebuster!!! Ryot hits hard, knocked senseless. Enforcer immediately drags him up, locking Ryot around the head and dropping with the Death Penalty DDT!!!! He covers... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: It is now currently Enforcer in the lead, 2-0. Sixteen minutes left!

Rockwell: Enforcer's starting to build up an insurmountable lead...

Hood: He's proving to the world that he's one of the best superstars in the GCWA!

Rockwell: Of course, he had to rely on his wife distracting Ryot earlier...

Hood: That was all on Ryot, he should have ignored her like you would to any woman yelling at you...

*Justice fortunately doesn't hear Hood's comment, or else he might have gotten an earful (or a punch). She's too busy, though, cheering for her man, as Enforcer gets himself back to his feet. He takes a few extra seconds, dusting himself off, looking like he knows this one's all but over. Ryot has rolled onto his stomach, possibly just on instinct. Enforcer notices it, though, wondering if Ryot actually wants to continue. He kicks Ryot in the side, getting him to roll back over, telling him just to stay down as he makes another cover... 1... 2... and Ryot kicks out! Enforcer shakes his head, apparently saying something about seeing how it's going to be. He grabs Ryot by the throat, pulling him slowly off the canvas, and stares at the champ in the eyes. Ryot grabs at the hand, trying to get free, but Enforcer's not letting go. He suddenly shoves Ryot back into the ropes, then nails him on his way back with a Mafia Kick!!! Ryot's down again, with Enforcer looking almost bored as he drops to make another cover... 1... 2... No! Ryot escapes the pin attempt, keeping himself from falling further behind. Enforcer shrugs, having no problems continuing the punishment as this one moves forward.*

Hood: Ryot has to realize his reign is over. Why not just give up now and survive for another day?

Rockwell: Because no wrestler wants to go out that way, Hood!

Hood: It's better than going out on a stretcher!

*Ryot drags himself on the mat, trying to reach out at the nearby ropes for Ring #1 to pull himself up. Enforcer is just watching, letting Ryot expend whatever reserves he's got left. The clock is on Enforcer's side, after all. As Ryot fights back up to his feet, Enforcer comes up from behind, giving Ryot a kidney punch that doubles the champ over. Enforcer then brings Ryot forward, towards the center of the ring. He tells Ryot that if he doesn't walk away, it's just going to get worse. Ryot responds by spitting in Enforcer's direction, showing how he feels about that idea! Enforcer wipes off the spit, infuriated. He grabs hold of Ryot and yanks him in close, lifting him into the air as he locks him into a punishing Bear Hug, working to crush the lift out of Ryot!! Enforcer tosses him back and forth like a rag doll, as if trying to separate the two halves of Ryot's body! The referee moves in, trying to ask Ryot if he quits, but it's hard to get close with how aggressive Enforcer is treating him. Ryot appears to be slumped over, just moving with Enforcer's directions at this point.*

Hood: He's out! That's another fall for Enforcer!

Rockwell: Only if the referee makes the call, and he hasn't been able to get to Ryot's arm yet...

Hood: But it's obvious! Isn't it?

*With Ryot still slumped over, Enforcer finally stops the violent motions. He lets Ryot lay forward onto him, with Enforcer telling the referee to do his job. He moves in, checking Ryot's arm once... twice... the third time... and somehow, Ryot keeps it up! He's shaking badly, but refusing to pass out from the pain! Enforcer, seeing this, looks even more incensed. He picks Ryot back up in the air and drives him backwards into the corner, slamming him back-first into the turnbuckle pads!! Ryot is just kept up by the ropes at this point, hanging there, as Enforcer steps back from him. He points to Ryot, yelling at the crowd to acknowledge the slaughter that this has turned into. Even the Brooklyn fans are booing at that one. Enforcer doesn't care, as he says he'll end Ryot's career here tonight. He steps away, nodding to his wife outside the ring, and then turns to charge, going for a spear... and Ryot gets his legs up, sending Enforcer charging underneath him into the post!!! Ryot keeps up the motion, though, twisting around and grabbing at Enforcer's body, bringing them both backwards with a sunset flip!! Ryot hangs on desperately, as the ref counts... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: It is now currently Enforcer in the lead, 2-1. Ten minutes left!

Rockwell: This one's not over!!

Hood: Holy crap!! How did Ryot do that??

Rockwell: The man's a fighter, Hood. He's leaving no doubt that he'll never stop, no matter the odds!

*Enforcer's back up now, angrily letting the referee have it for what he feels was an illegal pin. The referee shakes his head, disagreeing, and refusing to take the fall away. Enforcer grabs him by the front of his shirt, saying that he'll make him change it, but the ref just threatens a disqualification instead, which would even things up! Enforcer angrily drops him, shaking his head. He says this changes nothing, as he goes over to where Ryot is still lying on the mat. He slowly drags Ryot up to his feet, ready to plant him with another Death Penalty DDT to get his lead back. But Ryot suddenly pulls away, snapping his leg up to land a superkick!!! Enforcer goes down, as does Ryot, dropping to his knees. Justice is pounding on the outside apron, trying to get her husband up, as Ryot struggles to rise. The fans kick in, chanting "Time To Ryot!" followed by claps. Ryot seems to hear them, making it back to his feet. As Enforcer starts to get up on the other side, grabbing at the ropes, Ryot charges forward, catching him half-way up with a single leg basement dropkick, sending Enforcer out of the ring!! Ryot drops to a knee again, resting, as Enforcer lands outside, stunned.*

Rockwell: Ryot's making a comeback! But time is starting to run out!

Hood: I don't think he can hope for a countout win of his own at this point.

Rockwell: Nope, Ryot needs to find a way to put Enforcer's shoulders on the mat once again, just to tie things up!

*Justice is next to Enforcer now, working to help him up. She's telling him to pull himself together, that he's still got this one under control. In the meantime, Ryot is tuning himself up, as he runs to the ropes and races back, teasing a suicide dive to the outside!! But Justice quickly maneuvers herself, making sure she's in front of Enforcer, and Ryot stops his momentum, managing to land on the apron instead. Justice threatens him, telling him to get himself back into the ring. She turns back to her husband, as Ryot looks out at the cheering crowd. He then takes a few hopping steps along the apron to the other side, before spinning around and leaping high off the air... crashing into BOTH Justice and Enforcer with a diving Meteora!!!! Madison Square Garden erupts, as all three wrestlers are now down outside the ring!! The referee, with no other option, starts his count, watching to see who's able to return to their feet and continue fighting. Justice took the brunt of the shot from behind, but Enforcer reflexively cushioned her on the way down, taking his own hit. Ryot's struggling to get up himself, after taking so much punishment over the last twenty-plus minutes. He manages to stand, though, sliding himself under the ropes.*

Hood: What a prick!! There was no reason to do that to Justice!

Rockwell: She was purposefully putting herself in the line of fire, so she shouldn't be surprised at taking a shot!

Hood: She was a noncombatant! Ryot should have been DQ'ed!

*The referee has reached 6 now, then 7, but Enforcer has managed to get himself up. He checks on Justice, then furiously struggles over to the apron, pulling himself inside. But Ryot meets him immediately, returning the favor from earlier with a few extra stomps. He drags Enforcer up, then wraps him up in a schoolboy roll-up, taking him into a pinning combination! The ref is there... 1... 2... 3, NO! Enforcer gets out of it! Both men get up, with Enforcer trying a quick swing, only to have Ryot duck under it and grab hold of Enforcer's head from behind, dropping with a reverse cutter! He covers... 1... 2... No! Enforcer refuses to stay down! Ryot, looking slightly frustrated at this point, struggles upwards. As Enforcer fights to stand, Ryot greets him with a series of chest kicks, then spins into a Roundhouse Kick that spins Enforcer around. Ryot then grabs Enforcer from behind, yanking him over with a bridging German suplex!! He holds on for the cover... 1... 2... 3, NO!!! Another last-second kick out from Enforcer! Ryot slaps the mat himself, feeling the urgency at this point.*

Minos: Five minutes left! There are five minutes remaining!

Rockwell: The pressure's on! If Ryot can't get at least one fall in the next five minutes, Enforcer's the new Television Champion!

Hood: Time to get out of the ring, Enforcer, and keep running around until the time's run out!

*Despite this sound advice, Enforcer is still in the ring, struggling to get up. Ryot takes him down immediately, though, with a Curb Stomp, driving Enforcer's face into the mat!! He drops immediately for the cover... 1... 2... and somehow, once again, Enforcer escapes! Ryot can't believe it, knowing that he's hitting the man with all his best moves. He grabs at Enforcer again, hauling him up... but Enforcer gets an elbow to land under the chin, sending Ryot reeling! Enforcer shakes his head clear, turning back towards where Ryot is trying to recover. Enforcer comes forward, kicking Ryot in the gut, bending him over. He signals that it's over, setting Ryot in place and lifting him in the air for a spike vertical suplex!! He works to keep Ryot in the air to allow the blood to flow all the way down to his head. But Ryot is kicking his legs, and manages to shift the weight, instead dropping with a falling DDT!!! Enforcer bounds right up, dazed, as Ryot hops to his feet and gets a leg sweep, putting Enforcer on his knees. Ryot then rushes in... RYOT TIME (Shining Wizard)!!!! The cheer is deafening as Ryot makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: We are now TIED UP 2-2!!! Three Minutes Left!!!

Hood: Holy shit!

Rockwell: Throw out the last 27 minutes, it's the next 3 that matter!

Hood: I say again, Holy Shit!

*Ryot's fired up now, probably on his third or fourth wave at this point. He goes off the ropes and comes back, leaping up and landing a double stomp into Enforcer's exposed chest! Ryot then makes the cover... 1... 2... but Enforcer pushes him off weakly, getting his shoulder up. Ryot immediately jumps up, trying to keep himself moving to finish this one off. He grabs at Enforcer, taking him over to the corner and knocking him into it. Ryot then positions himself further away before running forward, jumping onto Enforcer to attempt a monkey flip out of the corner! But Enforcer hangs on, sending Ryot flying on his own! As Ryot struggles to get back up, Enforcer, running on instinct, pulls himself partially up the turnbuckle and leaps, hitting a clothesline off the turnbuckle!! Ryot does almost a complete flip from the impact, laying out. Enforcer crawls over to him, getting on top... 1... 2... NO! Ryot stays alive! Enforcer has a look of complete disbelief on his face. He pulls Ryot up, getting around him to try and lock in the Omerta (Katahajime) submission!! But Ryot breaks free before Enforcer can land it, turning to hit a spinning kick to the side of Enforcer's head!! Enforcer collapses backwards, as Ryot drops onto him... 1... 2... NO!!*

Minos: One minute remaining! ONE MINUTE!

Rockwell: Are we going to overtime?

Hood: I hate overtime! C'mon, Enforcer!

Rockwell: It's down to the wire!

*Justice is looking like she desperately wants to come into the ring at this point, her eyes flicking between the two wrestlers and the clock that's winding down. In the ring, Ryot is up, dragging himself over to the corner. He's calling for RYOT Time, planning one more kick to get him a successful title defense. As Enforcer starts to show signs of getting up, Ryot lets out a yell and runs forward... and Enforcer jumps to his feet, catching a surprised Ryot with a Mafia kick!! Ryot bends backwards in a seated position, his knees locked in front of him from the strike. Enforcer pulls himself up, clearing his head as Justice is yelling the time left. Enforcer, sensing the urgency, hurries over to Ryot and drags him up. Ryot tries to fight back once more, trying for a quick leg sweep, but Enforcer is able to jump over it, avoiding the hit! Ryot, off-balance, then has no escape, as Enforcer locks him in... and drops with the Death Penalty DDT!!! The fans are on their feet as Enforcer makes the cover, hanging on, barely ahead of the clock as the ref counts... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Rockwell: He did it!

Hood: And time's up!

Rockwell: We have a new champion!!

Minos: Here is your winner, 3-2... and the NEW GCWA World Television Champion... Enforcer!!

*Justice is already in the ring, running over to Enforcer to celebrate with him. The referee goes outside to get the new Television Championship, bringing it back inside.*

Rockwell: Ryot's 70-day reign as champ is over!

Hood: Man, Enforcer really proved something to the world, didn't he? The Iron Man of the GCWA!

Rockwell: We'll have to see what this means for Ryot, and what Enforcer will do next, as I'm sure plenty of challengers will be lining up...

*Enforcer raises the title over his head, with the Brooklyn fans cheering on the victory for the hometown hero. Justice is standing next to her man, having expected nothing less.*

*We cut backstage to find John E Depth snooping around where he |probably| shouldn't be. About to turn a corner, he pauses upon hearing voices. He backs up against the wall and listens *

Voice 1: Alright, I'm going for a smoke break.

Voice 2: We aren't supposed to leave these unattended.

Voice 1: C'mon, stop being such a tight ass. Burn down a fag with me.

Voice 2: You know I love it when you call my ass tight...okay!

*Depth wears a confused expression and mouths the phrase 'what the fuck'. He hears two pairs of feet shuffling down a hallway. Turning around, he spots a door slowly closing...he darts forward and performs a beautiful baseball slide, getting in front of the door before it can shut. He pops to his feet, like a champ *

John E Depth: Like a fuckin glove.

*Referring to his little league days, Depth glows in the achievement of performing a pretty standard slide. He slips into the room and spots just the item he was seeking...a lotto machine. Taking a closer look, he notices the numbers have already been drawn. "Damn," he says, snapping his fingers. He really wanted to use the machine. Continuing his amateur sleuthing, he spots the order of entry *

John E Depth: Bingo.

*More than a touch arrogant, Depth ignores all names aside from his and the names Jackson Hart and James Raven. *

John E Depth: What the shit

*Annoyed upon seeing the number 3 next to 'Mustard Factory' Depth moves to correct this terrible judgment. He peels the number three off and sticks it to his left thumb. He finds the number 1 and peels it off, sticking it to his left index finger. He then finds the highest number and peels it off, sticking it to his left middle finger. Finally, he finds Raven/Hart and takes their number, sticking it to his left pinkie. *

John E Depth: Okay, let's see. This one goes here. That one goes there. And...

*Left with the first and last numbers, he sticks the 1 next to Hart/Raven and the highest number next to Mustard Factory. *

John E Depth: Yahtzee.

*About to leave with his mission accomplished, something gnaws at him. "Mustard Factory," he grumbles. He begins looking for a marker. "It's Private Dicks you assholes," he laments, while locating a sharpie. *

John E Depth: Mother fucker. What does a guy got to do around here to get a name change? You want something done right, you got to do it yourself, I guess.

*Depth scratches out Mustard Factory and scribbles "Private Dicks" underneath it. *

John E Depth: There, all finished.

Voice 1: HEY! WHAT THE HELL!

Voice 2: What are you doing in here, mistergentleman?

*Depth turns around...he's caught red handed. He's totally fucked. He tries to think of something to get him out of this calamitous situation. Looking side to side, he says *

John E Depth: This isn't where I parked my car...

A FEW MOMENTS LATER

Voice 1: We caught him switching the numbers around!

Voice 2: Yep.

Jonathan Barrows: Why weren't you two in there watching the numbers like I specifically asked?

*Silence *

Jonathan Barrows: Whatever. Get back in there and don't leave that room until I say. Oh and...

*Barrows pulls the two employees over and gives them specific instructions. They giggle and head into the room leaving Barrows alone with Depth *

John E Depth: So are we disqualified?

Jonathan Barrows: No.

*Depth perks up *

John E Depth: Really?

Jonathan Barrows: Mhm.

*Depth seems ecstatic that he's going to get off without any punishment. *

John E Depth: Pleasure doing business with you, sir. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a match to prepare for.

*Barrows extends his arm, keeping Depth from exiting *

Jonathan Barrows: Hold it.

*Depth has that 'oh fuck' look on his face *

Jonathan Barrows: You aren't disqualified but you two will be entering at number one.

John E Depth: WHAT?!

Jonathan Barrows: Good luck.

*Barrows gives Depth a rather harsh pat on the back before exiting. *

John E Depth: Son of a whore!

*Depth storms off as we cut back to Rockwell and Hood *

Rockwell: Another shining example that crime does not pay.

Hood: I bet Depth wishes his team was #3 right about now.

Rockwell: Yep, anything is better than #1.

Hood: Anybody who put money on Mustard Factory is probably looking for a refund. Those guys are totally fucked.

Rockwell: The odds are certainly stacked against them.

War Games match
The A-List vs. Sports Entertainment Xpress

*The large War Games Cage is slowly lowered over the two rings, locking into place. The attendants move in, making sure everything's secured. It looks like the ropes for either ring can still be used, but just barely, as the cage wall is right next to them. You'd be risking hitting the cage by rebounding in the wrong spot, except where the two rings come together.*

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall... and will be fought under War Games rules!

*The crowd lets out a strong cheer, ready to see some mayhem! The cage slowly lowers from the ceiling, covering over the two rings.*

Hood: This is the one I've been waiting for! The biggest victory ever for The A-List!

Rockwell: No doubt, The A-List has been doing an amazing job of ambushing Sports Entertainment Xpress as of late. But tonight, it's going to be 4-on-4, which means it's going to be a fair fight!

Hood: It's 4-3, Adrian. Unless... you're actually counting Major Helmet? Hah hah hah!

*'Real Good Looking Boy' by the Who hits and through the curtain enters Lord Allton to a chorus of boos but a very small 'Lord of Dashing!' chant can be heard which Allton raises his eyebrows at. On the stage, he stops his chair just short of the ramp and smirks out at the crowd.*

Rockwell: Lord Allton looks particularly smug here tonight.

Hood: And why not, Adrian? Tonight's the night that the Xpress is expelled from the GCWA and Sports Entertainment itself, dies! Hell, this is WRESTLING Adrian! WRESTLING!

Rockwell: Settle down, Hood!

*Lord Allton beckons with an arm and suddenly the rest of the A-List enter the arena! First enters Barry, looking slightly out of his depth but trying his best to hide it. Barry stands next to Lord Allton as he turns around to face the ring again. Behind Barry, enter Vincenzo and Tank and they stand either side of Lord Allton and Barry and Lord Allton's grin just grows and grows.*

Rockwell: Look at these two monsters! Normally bodyguards for Allton, they are actually in action tonight!

Hood: Damn! You can see why Lord Allton hired them as back-up. Do you think if I asked him nicely I could have them watching my back sometime?

*The music suddenly changes to 'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy and the crowd's boos get even louder causing Lord Allton to chuckle. The curtain jerks and out steps Dylan hand in hand with his wife Lissandra and just a few steps behind steps Dave Branson. Lissandra and Dylan stand next to Tank while Dave heads to the other side of the stage next to Vincenzo. The A-List look formidable tonight...*

Hood: Look at that sight! They're all here tonight! B-Double, Lord Allton, Tank, Vincenzo, Dave, Lissandra and 'Perfection Personified' Dylan Thomas.

Hood: The only one missing is the Voice...

Rockwell: Sit down, Hood!

Hood: Damn it!

Minos: Standing on stage.... being accompanied by Lord Allton, Barry Barrows and Lissandra Thomas.... At a combined weight of....1,300lbs.... Vincenzo Larossia, Tank, 'The A-List Fixer' Dave Branson and 'Perfection Personified' Dylan Thomas...........The A-List!

Hood: Holy shit! 1,300lbs! Call the match now, Adrian. S.E.X. are done!

*Lord Allton leads his team down the ramp and stops just before the door. Everyone crowds around Allton he and gets an attendant to pass him a microphone.*

Lord Allton: Ladies and gentlemen! After much deliberation, and since WE won the coin toss hahaha......I have decided that the man to start War Games will be Vincenzo.... Larossia!!

*As Vincenzo starts climbing the steps to the cage, the other three participants start warming up. Lissandra gives her man a good luck hug and kiss and pats Dave on the shoulder. Allton then shakes the hand of Dave and Dylan.*

Rockwell: Is he....is he... slipping them weapons?

Hood: Would you stop with the conspiracy theories Adrian? I don't see anything.

*Lord Allton then whispers in their ears and Dylan and the Fixer nod at whatever was said in agreement. Lissandra, Barry and Lord Allton then head towards the commentary table.*

Hood: They're coming to do commentary again!

*No, they are not as they stop just short of the commentary table, standing in front of it.*

Lord Allton: Barry, please get Lissandra a chair. Good evening Hood!

Hood: Hello, Lord Allton? Sure you don't want to join us? I can get rid of Adrian...

Rockwell: Stop that, Hood, or else they're going to send down a replacement for you, not me!

Hood: They'd never do that... would they?

Rockwell: Don't push your luck.

*The rest of the A-List competitors are sent back up the aisle, to get locked away in a modified cage. There is one on either side near the ramp, specifically for this purpose.*

Minos: Their opponents... At a combined weight of... 1,026 lbs... accompanied by Bug Girl and First Mate Kirk... here are The Cosmic Cowboy, Major Helmet, Terry Marshall, and Space Lord....... Sports Entertainment Xpress!

*"Space Lord" by Monster Magnet begins to play. Space Lord runs out first, twirling around as he comes down the ramp. Major Helmet comes out next, having been pushed from behind by Terry Marshall and The Cosmic Cowboy. Major Helmet has his facemask up, showing that his face is painted exactly like Space Lord. He's also wearing tassles round his arms. The four men stop in front of the A-List cage, glaring at the opponents on the other side. Thomas, fearless with the cage in front of him, points to them, signaling their demise tonight. Space Lord jumps forward, grabbing the cage and shaking it, causing Thomas to jump back, while Branson and Tank both step in front of him, ready to go. The refs there manage to order Space Lord to head for the ring instead, as Marshall, Helmet, & The Cosmic Cowboy go into the separate cage.*

Rockwell: So it appears Space Lord is going to be starting out against Vincenzo Larossia.

Hood: Stupid move. Space Lord's one of their strongest, they really should have saved him for the end.

Rockwell: Do you think they could have kept Space Lord caged up there while others fought until his entrance?

Hood: ... That's a good point, he probably would have torn the cell down. Yep, he should go first.

*As soon as Space Lord enters the cage, Vincenzo attacks, swinging heavy shots at the wrestler! He swings away, as the attendants quickly close the door and signal for the bell!*

Hood: It has begun!

Rockwell: And, of course, Vincenzo has to take the cheap attack right off the bat...

Hood: Hey, you take out Space Lord early, this one's all but done, Adrian!

*Vincenzo grabs Space Lord by the hair, turning him around and sending Space Lord head-first into the steel of the cage! But Space Lord immediately straightens up and turns back to Vincenzo, letting out an ear-splitting roar! Vincenzo instinctively steps back, and Space Lord charges, running Vincenzo over with a shoulder tackle! He hits the ropes and keeps running, nailing Vincenzo again with a second shoulder tackle, then a third! With Vincenzo staying down, Space Lord hits the ropes one more time and runs back, leaping into the air and dropping all his weight onto Vincenzo with a splash! The fans are loving it, going wild as Space Lord gets back to his feet, letting out another powerful yell to the fans. He raises his arms above his head, pumping them up and down, before going back over to Vincenzo, who's trying to sit up. Space Lord grabs the man and shows off his power, lifting Vincenzo into the air for a gorilla press!! But as Space Lord starts to press up and down, Vincenzo reaches out, getting an eye gouge!! Space Lord immediately drops him, bellowing in pain!*

Hood: Unbelievably smart move by Vincenzo, saving himself there.

Rockwell: That was dirty and you know it, Hood!

Hood: It's a War Games match, Adrian! Everything's dirty when it's war, because anything goes!

*Space Lord works to clear his vision, wiping away at his eye. He finally turns back, but Vincenzo has recovered enough to kick him in the gut and lock his arms, dropping Space Lord with Larossia Family DDT (High speed, High impact double-armed DDT)!! Space Lord is down, but Vincenzo knows there are no pinfalls until everyone's in. He works over Space Lord, punching away on him on the canvas. We get a shot from the A-List cage, where all three men are applauding Vincenzo's work. On the other side, Marshall, The Cowboy, and even Helmet, surprisingly, look furious. Back in the ring, Vincenzo pulls Space Lord up, taking him over to where there's a gap between the two rings. He clotheslines Space Lord over the ropes, causing him to fall in-between on both aprons, then puts his foot into Space Lord's throat, choking him out!! The referee stands back, knowing there's nothing he can do during this brutal contest. Vincenzo keeps the pressure on, even as he looks out at an approving Lord Allton.*

Rockwell: Allton looks like the cat that ate the canary.

Hood: Hey, he's just having a great time watching his plan come to fruition, Adrian. I'm sure nothing's been left to chance!

Rockwell: Allton better hope not, as The A-List has a lot riding on this contest...

*Vincenzo finally lets up, letting Space Lord roll painfully into the second ring, as he takes a moment to check the clock. Seeing the time is almost up before the next participant comes down, Vincenzo smiles crookedly and steps through the ropes, following after Space Lord. He pulls the man up, giving him a paintbrush shot to the face, laughing. He shakes his head, wondering if this is the best S.E.X. has to offer him. He steps back, waiting for Space Lord to straighten up, before coming at him with The Mafia Kick (boot to the head)!! But Space Lord blocks it!! He throws Vincenzo's foot to the side, then steps in, picking up Vincenzo before he can brace himself and taking the man over after a few steps with the Space Race (Running Powerslam)!!! The crowd erupts, even as Space Lord works himself back up, looking like he's feeding on the cheers. He moves back towards the corner, preparing himself to charge Vincenzo, possibly for The Big Bang (Spear)! But the sound of a buzzer catches Space Lord's attention, and he turns to look down the aisle.*

Minos: Now entering the match... here is Tank Terrell!

*The massive Tank steps out of the cage, with Branson & Thomas telling him to take care of business. He walks down the aisle at full stride, taking some time. He has to be a menacing sight for Space Lord.*

Hood: This one's over as of now! Tank's going to destroy everyone, so by the time Branson & Thomas are there, they'll just be able to end it whenever they want!

Rockwell: I will say, Tank's absolutely a scary individual, especially because he's mute. That just adds to the terror, doesn't it?

Hood: Agreed. No trash talk from Tank, he'll just kill you and be done with it!

*Space Lord moves into the first ring again, still fired up. He waits as the door is opened, gesturing angrily for Tank to make his way in and get the fight going. Tank steps up, making his way over the ropes, his 7'2" frame making even the War Games cage walls look small. Space Lord isn't backing down, though, calling on the power of the crowd to allow him to take the giant down. He starts forward... and Vincenzo comes up from behind, kicking Space Lord through the legs!!!! The audience boos heavily as Space Lord falls forward, in tremendous pain from the strike. Tank walks over, not letting Space Lord stay down long. He hauls him up by the throat, staring right into Space Lord's soul before lifting him into the air and delivering a thunderous chokeslam!!! Space Lord flattens out, in bad shape, as Tank looks over to Vincenzo, gesturing for him to take a seat. As Vincenzo rests, Tank pulls Space Lord back up, not giving him a chance to recover. He lifts Space Lord into the air again, this time in a Gorilla Press, only to throw Space Lord up and cause him to hit the cage roof!!! Space Lord then falls all the way back down, crashing hard on the canvas!!*

Rockwell: A low blow from Vincenzo has really put Space Lord in a bad way!

Hood: Tank's going to break him into tiny, little pieces! This is great!

Rockwell: It's really looking bad for Space Lord, he's got to try to survive until help can get there...

*Tank is dropping knees on Space Lord now, as if trying to dislodge a few ribs. Vincenzo, having caught his breath, comes over as well, joining Tank in double-teaming the downed wrestler. Space Lord is struggling to try and fight back, but Vincenzo & Tank quickly shut him back down, hammering on his back to knock the man to his knees. Tank then holds Space Lord in place, as Vincenzo jogs to the ropes and comes back, kicking Space Lord in the head!! Space Lord's down, with the two men standing over him. Vincenzo is celebrating, while Tank looks like he's just satisfied with taking care of business. He grabs one of Space Lord's arms, while Vincenzo grabs the other, dragging Space Lord into a corner so they can continue the damage. They prop Space Lord into a sitting position and stomp away on him, doing more destruction, until the countdown is heard once again. The two men turn, considering what's coming next.*

Minos: Next, being released... here is "The Cosmic Cowboy" Andy Wylde!

*With a confident gesture from his hand, The Cosmic Cowboy comes out of the cage and starts running down to the ring.*

Rockwell: The odds are about to be improved!

Hood: Hardly. They've already taken care of Space Lord, so it's still two-on-one!

*Bug Girl applauds for The Cosmic Cowboy as he runs past, with the attendant barely getting the cage open in time as he slides in! Tank goes for the big swing, but the Cowboy ducks under it and runs past, instead nailing a surprised Vincenzo with a jumping knee strike! As Vincenzo goes down, the Cowboy spins around and leaps, scoring a dropkick on the approaching Tank that staggers the big man. The Cowboy is right back up, still moving at warp speed as he rushes to the ropes and charges back, leaping up to catch Tank by the head and dropping him with a running bulldog! Vincenzo, getting up, tries to come over to stop the momentum, grabbing at the Cowboy as he gets up. But Space Lord is suddenly back, throwing a weaker-than-usual shot into Vincenzo's back! Vicnenzo stumbles into the Cowboy's reach, and he makes him pay, taking him down with a hurricanrana!! The Cosmic Cowboy jumps up, sharing a salute with Space Lord before he turns back to the rising Tank, striking away at him!*

Rockwell: Once again, The Cosmic Cowboy shifts the momentum, just like he did on his surprising first appearance last Inferno!

Hood: It's only temporary. Vincenzo & Tank will have this under control soon, and if they don't they 've got help coming their way.

*Lord Allton and Lissandra can be seen in front of the announce table, discussing possible strategy as they watch what's going on. Inside the cage, The Cosmic Cowboy goes off the ropes and charges Tank, leaping up for a double axehandle! But Tank catches him, locking the Cowboy into a bearhug!! The Cowboy fights to get free, struggling, but he's helped by Space Lord hitting Tank in the back with a running big boot!! Tank releases his grip, stunned, with The Cowboy spinning with a discus elbow, stunning him! Space Lord then chops Tank's leg out from under him, dropping him to his knees! Space Lord and The Cowboy both then come together, firing each other up. Vincenzo, meanwhile, has gotten to his feet behind them, seeing the celebration. He tries to take them by surprise, rushing at them from behind with a clothesline, but both Space Lord and The Cowboy, having seen it on the big screen, duck at the same time! Vincenzo, off-balance, tries to turn back, but The Cowboy grabs him and lifts, delivering the Cowboy Crunch (Jumping Brain Buster)!!! Vincenzo's down, even as the count begins again.*

Minos: Entering the contest... here is "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson!

*Branson, expressionless as always, starts stomping down the aisle, pounding his fist into his other hand. There's a glint of something on his hidden hand, as he heads for the cage door.*

Hood: Time to do your job and fix this, Dave!

Rockwell: He's still got whatever Allton gave him!

Hood: Are you mad that he didn't lose it? Branson's a careful man, Adrian, and very trustworthy...

*As Branson steps into the cage, Space Lord heads towards him, angrily running at him. But Branson catches him with a shot from his closed fist, immediately putting Space Lord down! The Cowboy leaps in after Space Lord, dodging the swing of Branson and grabbing at the fist, working to try and dislodge what's there. But Branson just chops The Cowboy in the throat with his other hand, sending him flying! As The Cowboy gets up, Branson comes in with the strikes, driving The Cowboy back towards the corner. He lifts The Cowboy up onto one shoulder, turning towards the cage and launching him like a lawn dart into the wall!!! The Cowboy goes down hard, covering his head, as Branson turns back to Space Lord. Tank is up again now, coming over to help Branson grab the man. They both lift Space Lord up, each with one hand, before delivering a massive double chokeslam!!! Space Lord could be out after that one, barely stirring on the mat. Branson and Tank turn to check on Vincenzo, helping him up, as the camera turns to show the blood dripping down The Cosmic Cowboy's face!*

Rockwell: The Cosmic Cowboy has been busted open!

Hood: That's just the start! Do the same to Space Lord! Let's drain them all!

Rockwell: That... would be murder, Hood...

Hood: It's just an expression!

Rockwell: An exceedingly bad one...

*The Cosmic Cowboy, in spite of the blood loss, is still trying to fight, getting back to his feet with his fists up. He comes forward, swinging at Tank, but Tank takes the hit easily, even as Vincenzo takes the free shot at The Cowboy's ribs. The Cowboy doubles over, with Branson immediately hammering him in the back, causing him to yell out. Tank then picks The Cowboy up in his arms, turning and launching The Cowboy back into the cage with a fallaway slam!! The Cowboy is down, strung out on the side of the cage, even as Branson turns back to the hurting Space Lord. He drags the man over to the center of the ring, calling for Vincenzo to come over. He holds onto Space Lord's recently injured leg, holding it in place. Vincenzo, catching what Branson wants, goes to the ropes and comes back, jumping up and driving both feet into the leg with a stomp!!! Space Lord is writhing in pain, his leg obviously in pretty bad shape after that hit. Branson isn't done, though. He signals for Tank to come over and do the same thing!! The heavyweight gives a nod, moving over to the side to get enough momentum for a jump.*

Rockwell: Tank can't do this! Space Lord's leg will shatter!!

Hood: It's the end of the line for Sports Entertainment Xpress! They aren't even going to have a leg to stand on!

Rockwell: Oh, thank goodness, the countdown's begun again!

Hood: Crap...

*Hearing the count, Branson changes course, letting go of Space Lord's leg and getting up to join Tank and Vincenzo to watch the entrance.*

Minos: Now joining the action... "Thundering" Terry Marshall!

*Marshall is already walking quickly down the aisle, tearing off the army shirt he was given to wear as he heads for the door.*

Rockwell: Marshall's coming to help his tag-team partners!

Hood: Yeah, good luck to him, all three of them are waiting for him! The A-List is just going to add another body to the pile!

Rockwell: Again, you're getting awfully murderous tonight, Hood...

*Marshall gets to the cage door, reaching for it, but Vincenzo runs forward, trying to kick it into Marshall's face!! Marshall, though, readjusts to the side at the last moment, allowing the door to fly open. Vincenzo's leg comes with it, leaving him stuck, as Marshall smashes the door back closed!!!! Vincenzo screams, falling backwards into the cage, holding his crushed leg! Tank goes to Vinceno's aid, even as Branson goes to meet Marshall coming in. He swings, but Marshall blocks the strike, firing back with every blocked shot! He knocks Branson off-balance, then sends him into the ropes, bringing him down with a big boot! Marshall then turns back, only to be met by a few shots from the huge Tank! He drives Marshall back, trying to take him out before he can do any more damage. But Marshall fights back, refusing to be taken down. He catches Tank with a big right hand, staggering him. Marshall then runs at him, landing a running forearm! Tank doesn't go down, but he's off-balance, like a tree near falling. Marshall, though, has a different idea, stepping into Tank... and lifting him up with a scoop slam, driving Tank into the canvas to an ear-splitting roar from the crowd!!*

Rockwell: He did it!! He just slammed Tank!!

Hood: I don't believe it! I saw it, and I don't believe it!

Rockwell: Who knows the upper limits of this man's power!!

*Vincenzo limps over to Marshall, trying to find a way to stop him. But The Cowboy attacks from behind, targeting the injured leg with a kick! Vincenzo goes down, as the bloodied Cowboy stumbles over to Marshall, who checks on him. Branson is back up now, securing the object he used earlier in the fight. He comes at Marshall from behind, trying to knock him out, but The Cowboy pushes Marshall out of the way, taking the hit himself!!! Branson, surprised but not overly bothered by it, turns towards Marshall again, but Marshall furiously lashes out, nailing Branson with Thunder Struck (Spinning Polish Hammer)!!! Branson goes flying, collapsing near the cage wall, the foreign weapon bouncing away and leaving the cage. Vincenzo tries to get up again, but Marshall spins towards him, landing a second Thunder Struck!! Those two men are down, even as Tank is working his way back up, clutching at his back. Marshall goes after him, getting a step up enziguri to knock him backwards to the cage. Marshall then continues to work Tank over, even as the countdown begins once more.*

Rockwell: We know who this is going to be!

Hood: It's time for some Perfection!

*The buzzer sounds, catching Marshall's attention. He sends Tank into the cage once more before looking back.*

Minos: Entering last for his team... here is "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas!!

Hood: The leader of the A-List is here!

Rockwell: I notice he made sure everyone else took some hits before he came in there.

Hood: He's a closer, Adrian. Just watch, he's going to make sure The A-List is victorious!

*Dylan Thomas cockily makes his way down the aisle, seemingly not worried about what's going on with the rest of his team. He blows Lissandra a kiss from the side, with Lissandra catching it, before he starts to open the cage door. Marshall is waiting for him, calling for Thomas to get in there and fight. Thomas raises up his hands, asking Marshall to back off so he can fully get through the ropes and into the ring. He steps through, still looking defensive, as he asked Marshall to reconsider his rage. Marshall doesn't buy it, beginning to corner Thomas, who starts backing up into the cage. As Marshall gets closer, though, Thomas goes for the cheap shot, only for Marshall to catch his fist!! Thomas looks at the man's grip, his eyes wide, as Marshall glares at him. He grabs at Thomas, but suddenly Tank is back, latching onto Marshall's shoulders and pulling his arms back! Thomas immediately is smiling, as he starts peppering the defenseless Marshall with lefts and rights, doing as much damage as possible!*

Rockwell: Marshall's in trouble, and I don't know if Space Lord and The Cowboy can get back into this one!

Hood: It doesn't matter how strong he is, Marshall can't take on four members of the A-List alone!

Rockwell: He's definitely going to need some help...

*Marshall tries to fight free of Tank's grip, but he's just got too much leverage. Thomas takes advantage again, kicking away at Marshall's mid-section. The powerhouse doubles over, with Tank letting go so that grab Marshall by the head and drop with a DDT! Thomas hops up, pleased, but he's taken by surprise by a lunge from Space Lord, driving him to the mat!! Space Lord fires away punches at Thomas, letting his fury drive him as they're on the mat, but Tank and Branson are there, trying to haul Space Lord off of Thomas. Space Lord fights against both big man, turning to throw punches at each of them, even though he's having trouble putting weight on one leg. But Thomas kicks from the ground, knocking Space Lord backwards. Branson and Tank then come in, grabbing Space Lord around the shoulders and launching him back-first into the cage wall!!! Space Lord's head sickeningly collides with the metal, and he slumps forward to the mat, now looking busted open himself! The Cowboy, meanwhile, is still being worked over by Vincenzo, who is using the ropes for balance as he kicks away at the downed man, working to keep him out of action.*

Rockwell: Here goes the countdown again.

Hood: *Begins to laugh hysterically*

Rockwell: Hood? Hood, contain yourself! Did someone slip something in Hood's water again?

Hood: *Still laughing* It's... It's...

Rockwell: What? What's so funny about all this bloodshed, man??

Hood: It's... who they left... for last! Hah hah hah hah!!!

*The camera focuses on the last wrestler remaining, as Major Helmet is preparing himself to come through the door, making sure he'll walk through at the right angle to fit.*

Minos: Entering last for his team... here is Major Helmet!!

*The crowd gives a weak cheer as Major Helmet gets out of the cage and starts walking slowly down the aisle. In the ring, we can see Dylan Thomas doubling over with laughter, even as Branson, Vincenzo, and Tank keep working over the other wrestlers.*

Hood: This... is going... to be... a slaughter!!

Rockwell: We know they worked hard in making Major Helmet a stronger athlete over the past few weeks. Will the training help?

Hood: You have GOT to be joking!

*The cage door is opened by Dylan Thomas, swinging it wide as he gestures gentlemanly for Helmet to enter the ring. Thomas is still fighting to contain his own laughter at this point, as Helmet slowly opens the lid on his helmet, staring at the man. He walks up the steps and into the ring, fighting off his own nerves in order to help out his fellow Desolators. Thomas signals for the other A-List members to back off, enjoying this too much. He backs up a couple of steps, allowing Helmet to get further into the ring. The crowd doesn't know what to make of this, as Thomas grins at Helmet and taps himself on the chin, offering Helmet the first shot! Helmet steels himself, coming forward. Thomas straightens up, having no intention of actually giving him a freebie, but Helmet wasn't going for a punch. He instead kicks Thomas right between the legs!!!! Thomas looks towards the sky, his eyes bulging, before falling to the ground! Vincenzo, seeing this, limps forward... and Helmet gives him a low kick as well!! Tank grabs Helmet from behind, but Helmet kicks backwards with a swing, and another wrestler falls!!! The crowd is losing it, starting up a "Hero Helmet" chant, as Helmet turns to face Dave Branson! Branson comes in, going for a punch to the face, but Helmet slams his mask down, and Branson hits nothing but metal! As Branson shakes out his fist, Helmet kicks out again, landing the fourth and final strike!*

Rockwell: Helmet's shockingly turning this one around!

Hood: Those were all illegal!! Don't worry, Lissie, I'm filing a protest!

Rockwell: You yourself said earlier that...

Hood: Don't try to put words in my mouth, Adrian! This is wrong, so wrong!

*Marshall is back up now, grinding Tank's head into the cage wall, back and forth like sandpaper. Not surprisingly, Tank's started bleeding from a cut above his eye. But Tank throws an elbow backwards, knocking Marshall away from him. Helmet is grabbing at Branson, apparently attempting a hurricanrana, but he can't get himself up on him. Branson, his groin killing him, shoves Helmet away, with Helmet falling backwards... dropping helmet-first in-between Vincenzo's legs!! Vincenzo's eyes roll up in his head, having taken a few too many hits in this one. Branson stumbles over to grab at Helmet, wanting to put down the annoying gnat once and for all. But a blood-soaked Cosmic Cowboy comes leaping in off the turnbuckle, nearly hitting the top of the cage as he flies into Branson with a crossbody, toppling him over!! Helmet is getting up, trying to keep his mask open so that he can breathe. Thomas, though, is back up, coming from behind and grabbing hold of Helmet, taking him over with a side suplex! Helmet rolls away, as Thomas painfully gets to his feet... only to get run over by a running Space Lord, who lands the Big Bang (Spear)!!!! Space Lord collapses onto Thomas, as the referee can finally get involved... 1... 2... and Tank returns, breaking it up!*

Rockwell: Our first attempted pin of this one, and it nearly went for the victory!

Hood: Thomas would have kicked out, but Tank made sure the A-List stayed strong...

Rockwell: Thomas took a hell of a hit there, Hood.

Hood: And he's still fighting, showing what an amazing athlete he is!

*On the outside, Lissandra's looking more and more concerned. She talks to Lord Allton, asking him for something, and Allton nods to her. She reaches along the side of the wheelchair, as Allton leans himself out of the way, pulling a longer, cylindrical object out from a hidden area. She studies it for a second, nodding, before making her way alongside the cage. Inside, Tank is pummelling Space Lord, sending blood droplets flying from both men. Marshall has returned, though, attacking Tank from behind. He and Space Lord team up, punching Tank from both sides, trying to slow him down. Vincenzo is being held down by Helmet, who is using his large head to keep him from getting up. Nearby, The Cosmic Cowboy has planted Branson once more, this time with a facebuster, leaving him out. The Cowboy wipes blood from his eyes and starts over to the turnbuckle, pulling himself up using the side of the cage. He gets up higher, setting up for the Falling Star (Top Rope Elbow Drop)!!! But before The Cowboy can get his balance, Lissandra comes on his side, reaching out with her object... a taser!! She zaps the side of the cage, sending sparks flying, and The Cowboy shudders and does a complete flip off the turnbuckle, crashing to the canvas!!!*

Hood: Way to go, Lissie!!

Rockwell: Stop condoning outside interference!

Hood: Everything goes in war, like I said!!

Rockwell: ... You AND Lissandra are going to regret that in a second, Hood!

*As Lissandra steps away, satisfied at having taken The Cosmic Cowboy out and possibly looking for more targets, she steps backwards, bouncing into something. She slowly turns, facing the red-faced Bug Girl!!! Lissandra gasps, trying to use the taser, but Bug Girl knocks it out of her hands, and then starts attacking, swinging away like mad!!! The crowd roars as Lissandra desperately covers up, backing away rapidly, looking for any safety! Lord Allton, seeing what's happening, begins to bring his electric wheelchair around, heading towards them. This proves to be a mistake, as Bug Girl suddenly runs forward, tackling Lissandra backwards, and both women land in Allton's lap!! Allton, surprised, can't readjust, as the women keep fighting on top of him, even as a hand accidentally hits the control stick!! The wheelchair starts spinning around in circles, with all three continuing to struggle, trying to find a grip to hang on! Barry Barrows hurries over, wanting to help, only to get caught by the swinging legs of Bug Girl & Lissandra and sent flying backwards!! Suddenly, the chair rights itself, instead jetting forward!! Allton, Lissandra, and Bug Girl all let out different levels of yells and shrieks as the chair begins moving down the aisle, carrying all three of them on a wild ride!!*

Hood: Lord Allton!! Lissie!!! I'm coming, I'm coming!!

Rockwell: Wait, Hood, put your.... and he's gone...

*We see Hood suddenly running down past the camera, trying to catch up with the wheelchair. Rockwell is left alone at the announce table, watching the action still going on inside the ring. We can see Dylan Thomas looking outwards, having noticed what's happening with Lissandra. He immediately heads for the cage door, wanting to head out, but the referee outside warns him that if he leaves the cage, his whole team is disqualified. Dylan looks tremendously conflicted, still thinking about leaving, but the decision is taken from him as Terry Marshall suddenly grabs him and yanks him backwards, delivering an inverted DDT! Marshall goes for the pin... 1... but Branson is right there to stop it, hitting Marshall in the back. He drags Marshall up, lifting him into the air... FIXED! Chokeslam!! Branson covers... 1... 2.. and Space Lord is there, stopping it! He pounds on Branson's back, before double-locking his arms and getting a double-arm neckbreaker! Space Lord with the pin... 1... 2.. and Tank breaks it up, pulling Space Lord up and lifting him into the air, dropping him with the Terrell Bomb (Powerbomb)!!! Tank puts a hand on Space Lord... 1... 2.. and here comes a weary Cowboy, flying in from above to land on Tank with a Shooting Star Press!! He rolls Tank over... 1... 2... Vincenzo puts a stop to that, hauling The Cowboy up and hitting him with the Mafia Kick!! Vincenzo stands over him, laughing... and Helmet charges from behind head-first, ramming his helmet into Vincenzo's back, knocking him into the cage!!*

Rockwell: This one is all over the place!! What a war! Anyone can win at this point, and I think we're going to need more than one ambulance by the time this is over!

*Rockwell tries to settle back in, and then looks to his right. He starts gesturing to the medics watching nearby.*

Rockwell: Hey, guys? Barry's still down over here...

*The medics come over, checking on the dazed-looking Barry. A high heel shot to the head is nothing to sneeze at, and Barry does seem to be unable to stand up. The medics give him smelling salts, checking on the man. Deana Barrows suddenly appears, coming over to be next to Barry, looking surprisingly concerned. They get Barry placed onto a stretcher and start him off down the aisle, with Deana keeping an eye on him. She pats his arm, asking the medic questions. A small smile can be seen on Barry's face for a moment.*

Rockwell: Hopefully Barry Barrows is going to be okay, but we need to get back to the chaos going on inside the cage!

*Back inside the cage, the bloody brawling has continued. Thomas and Branson have isolated Major Helmet, pummeling him in the corner. Tank is going at it with Space Lord, trying to choke him down to the side, while Marshall & the Cowboy are double-teaming Vincenzo. They give Vincenzo a double DDT, doing some more damage to the man. Marshall turns, looking back at where Major Helmet is now in the air, with Branson about the give him the FIXED! Chokeslam! Marshall comes over, getting through the ropes, and coming to Helmet's aid, spinning into Thunder Struck!!! Branson goes down, taking Helmet down with him. Marshall goes to check on Helmet, but suddenly Thomas is jumping into him.. landing the Perfect Finisher (Double Knee Gutbuster)!!! Marshall's down, as Thomas makes the cover... 1... 2... and The Cosmic Cowboy leaps in from using the ropes, dropping the Falling Star (Elbow Drop) onto Thomas!!! He quickly shoves Thomas over for the cover... 1... 2... and Tank comes over to break it up! He picks up The Cowboy, bodily launching him hard into the steel cage, then catches him on the way back, delivering the Terrell Bomb!! 1... 2... Space Lord makes the save! He kicks away at Tank, then backs off, waiting for Tank to get up before giving him The Big Bang!!! 1... 2... and Vincenzo's there to stop it!*

Rockwell: Late in the match, and the falls are coming at us rapid fire! Who's going to get the 3 count?

*Rockwell pauses for a moment, as if listening to another announcer.*

Rockwell: Why thank you, Hood. I'm glad you appreciate my announcing talents.

*All of the wrestlers are looking pretty beat up at this point. Vincenzo and Space Lord are the only two now on their feet, fighting it out in Ring #2. Vincenzo lands a couple of hits to Space Lord, then grabs him by the head, turning and slamming Space Lord into the cage!! Space Lord slumps, looking out of it, as Vincenzo starts tuning up his foot, ready to land the Mafia Kick to the head!! He sets, waiting for Space Lord to straighten up fully, then runs forward... and, almost in slow motion, Major Helmet appears, running in front of Space Lord! Vincenzo's kick lands straight on the helmet, sending Major Helmet crashing away, likely unconscious!! But the kick does damage to Vincenzo as well, as he grabs painfully at his leg, unable to put weight on it after that impact!! He limps backwards, trying to flex it out, but as he turns back... The Big Bang lands again!!! The hit is massive, sending Vincenzo all the way back into the cage wall!!! He falls forward, with Space Lord managing to get an arm on top of him, despite his own pain from hitting the cage... 1... 2... Thomas dives in... 3!!!!*

Rockwell: Space Lord did it!! And all thanks to Major Helmet!!

Minos: Here are your winners... Sports Entertainment Xpress!!

*Marshall and The Cowboy stumble into Ring #2 to celebrate with Space Lord. They help up Major Helmet's whose looking extremely dented at the moment.*

Rockwell: And with perfect timing, here comes Hood!

Hood: Hey, Adrian... we managed... to stop the chair... what'd I miss? Wait... why are they playing that music?

Rockwell: You missed it all, Hood... S.E.X. won!

Hood: No... NO! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

*The A-List is leaving the cage, looking disappointed as what happened. There doesn't seem to be too much sympathy for the hurting Vincenzo. They walk away, as S.E.X. continues to celebrate their victory.*

* The camera opens up backstage in the historic Madison Square Garden, where "The People's G.O.A.T." James Raven is sitting alone in a locker room, lacing up his wrestling boots. The door bursts open and Jackson Hart rushes in, his face flush and damp with sweat as he carries a large cardboard box and drops it at Ravens feet. *

Jackson Hart: They're here!

James Raven: What're here?

Jackson Hart: The shirts I had made! I have to get them to the merch booths, but I wanted to show you first... open the box!

* James looks at Jackson skeptically, but then reaches to the box and unfolds the flaps on the lid to check inside. His face drops. *

James Raven: Seriously man, you're taking this way too far. That show was like a decade ago.

* Jackson reaches down into the box and pulls out a tee shirt, black with white Sopranos lettering that reads "Soon To Be Champs" and a picture of Raven and Hart with photo-shopped mafioso fedoras. He grins from ear to ear. *

Jackson Hart: They're awesome!

James Raven: Nobody is going to buy those.

Jackson Hart: You're wrong. They're gonna sell like crazy.

James Raven: Uh huh. Sure. Can you focus on the match? Please?

* Jackson nods, slowly. James is right. *

Jackson Hart: Of course. I will totally focus on the match. Just as soon as I drop these off with the merch people and make myself a killing. I was going to offer you a cut, but I'm not sure you deserve it now.

James Raven: I don't need a cut of your rinky dink Sopranos shirt, Jackson. I need you focused and ready to win.

* Jackson picks up the box and makes his way back to the door, turning to face James. *

Jackson Hart: I'm completely focused and ready to win, but mark my words James, you will rue this day...

James Raven: Jax-

Jackson Hart: RUE IT!

* Jackson disappears from the locker room, and James shakes his head as the camera fades back to ringside. *

Rockwell: Really, a Sopranos shirt? Might as well just create one with the Love Boat on it.

Hood: What's a Love Boat? Is that a porno?

Rockwell: *Sigh* Never mind...

Hood: Did Depth direct it? Should I check it out?

Rockwell: Please don't... let's just keep going...

GCWA North American Title match
Chelsea LeClair(c) (4-1) vs. PerZag (7-3)

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

*As always, the crowd loves it when gold is on the line, and they're truly getting their fill tonight.*

Minos: Introducing first, the challenger...

* "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor begins to play, confusing some of the fans, who are looking around.*

Rockwell: Wait, that's not the right entrance music... is it?

Hood: Hey, that's his OCW music! His ORIGINAL music!

Rockwell: But why are they playing it...

Hood: Look! Up in the sky!!

Rockwell: Seriously?

*The spotlights come on, shining up above the stage, to the top of Madison Square Garden. The fans erupt as they can see a wrestler being lowered down from the ceiling!! He's clearly fully secured, looking confident as ever as PerZag begins coming down!*

Hood: Talk about making an entrance!

Rockwell: Not something I'd ever do!

*PerZag makes it all the way down, lowering gently onto the edge near the entrance ramp. As he quickly disconnects himself, the music shifts, now playing "Whatever It Takes" by Imagine Dragons. PerZag poses for a moment on the entrance ramp, enjoying the feeling of being back in front of the fans, before he starts his walk to the ring.*

Rockwell: PerZag made a stunning return last week on Inferno to take Jason Cashe's position here at Heat Wave, making this almost a dream match!

Hood: Almost? PerZag is a former World Champion, a man with lots of history in the game, and he's facing one of our hottest stars right now!

Rockwell: He's also been going through some major emotional difficulties, though, so we'll have to see how focused he is in this contest.

Hood: He's PerZag! There will be only perfection!

Minos: His opponent...

*As "Chelsea" by STEFY hits, the fans begin to cheer. Chelsea LeClair walks through the curtains, posed, confident, and determined to make things happen. She stands in the middle of the stage, slowly raising the North American Championship above her head. Blasts of pyro erupt all around her, sparks flying everywhere, but nothing comes close to touching her. After a few more blasts, LeClair begins to walk down the aisle. She soaks in some cheers a bit as she gets to ringside, then switches to all business, sliding into the ring. She heads for the turnbuckle, climbing up to the second rope and once again raising the championship overhead, while pointing to the crowd with her free hand. He hops back down to the corner, leans against it, and waits for the match to begin.*

Rockwell: LeClair has had a phenomenal 2020!

Hood: One of the few who has...

Rockwell: Some were worried that she'd be thrown off her game by the sudden return of PerZag as the challenger. After all, everything was pointing towards her facing Jason Cashe.

Hood: You sure couldn't tell she's not ready by looking at her. She looks as confident as ever!

Rockwell: In her mind, she's facing not the PerZag of 2014 or 2017, but a PerZag who might be past his prime.

Hood: She's about to get a rude awakening.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Chelsea LeClair has reached great heights this year, but I think we can say PerZag will be her toughest test since facing Lissie Hope in the tournament.

Hood: PerZag has always been one of the greatest wrestlers in the world.

Rockwell: But Leclair's been wrestling constantly over the last few months, making her way to the top tiers of multiple federations. Is PerZag jumping back in the deep end too quickly?

Hood: I said it before, and I'm going to keep saying it: He's PERZAG!! He could take five years off and come back just as Worthy of being the champ!

*The referee puts the North American championship in the air, showing it off, before taking the belt away. PerZag and LeClair both step forward, studying each other. Competing chants are running through the Garden: "Let's Go Chelsea/PerZag's Hot!" It's clear there are some fans who are extremely excited about the wrestling aspects, while others are more concerned with the 'eye candy' in front of them. PerZag gives a smile and a wink to LeClair, who just shakes her head, not interested. This just makes PerZag smile larger. Two two circle each other before locking up, looking for an edge early on. PerZag twists around, getting behind LeClair with an arm bar. He leans over her shoulder, hanging on, but LeClair twists out of it, then grabs PerZag's arm, taking him over with a hip toss! PerZag hits the mat and rolls, ending up near the ropes as he sits up. LeClair stands ready for him, her confidence showing. PerZag does a short applause for her from where he's sitting before getting himself up.*

Rockwell: PerZag may have had a rough few months, but he still seems to appreciate the challenge that is Chelsea.

Hood: He's a guy who always knows his opponents, inside and out.

Rockwell: Don't even make a joke like that, Hood...

Hood: I didn't mean THAT! Damn it, everyone's so senstive nowadays, always looking for the worst. I'm just saying that PerZag's studied LeClair extensively... as a wrestler!

*PerZag's back on his feet now, stretching out a few kinks from the toss he took. He goes back in towards LeClair, locking up with her once again. She pushes, but PerZag's size is just too much to overcome, as he pushes her back into the corner. At the last moment, though, Leclair uses the momentum against him, slipping out and tripping PerZag to cause him to go into the corner instead! As PerZag turns around, LeClair starts to throw a few shots, looking to keep PerZag trapped! But PerZag knocks her hand away after the third shot, grabbing her and spinning her into the corner instead! PerZag then comes in, grabbing LeClair by the arm and whipping her out of the corner towards the other side. LeClair hits hard, back-first, but then comes running out anyways, trying to ignore the pain and take PerZag down. But PerZag is ready for her, catching LeClair with a spinning powerslam!! He stays on top, holding on as the ref gets there... 1... 2.. and LeClair easily kicks out in time. PerZag nods, expecting nothing less as he goes to bring her up.*

Rockwell: You get the feeling that it's going to be an even match-up here.

Hood: I don't know, maybe... PerZag's definitely got the experience edge, though.

Rockwell: True, but LeClair's been building up quite a resume herself lately. As he herself said, she's not just a shallow sorority brat anymore.

*The two wrestlers are up now, but not for long, as PerZag lifts LeClair easily into the air and takes her over with a vertical suplex! He rolls after it, bringing LeClair up again, and lifts a second time, landing another suplex! A third soon follows, showing the athleticism of "The World's Sexiest Man". After the third hit, PerZag makes the cover again... 1... 2... but LeClair still has plenty of fight left in her. PerZag is immediately right back to business, dragging LeClair back up. He sets her for a belly-to-belly suplex, pulling her in close, but LeClair slips free, dropping out of PerZag's grasp! She then springs back up, catching PerZag by surprise as she drops with a jumping cutter!! Both wrestlers are down for a moment, before LeClair starts to get up. PerZag's already starting to rise as well, but LeClair meets him with a running kick to the chest, knocking him into a standing position! As PerZag staggers back, LeClair presses her advantage, running forward and grabbing him by the head before taking him up and around the turnbuckle with a tornado DDT! LeClair then goes for the pin... 1... 2... but PerZag kicks out!*

Rockwell: We're starting to get a little deeper into this one, and yet it still feels like these two are still testing each other out.

Hood: I won't lie, I'd love to see, like, a Best of 7 Series or something from them.

Rockwell: That would be a hell of a series...

Hood: I mean, PerZag would make sure it didn't reach 7, but still, it'd give us some great contests...

*LeClair has readjusted her strategy now, as she's working PerZag into a cross armbreaker submission on the mat. She doesn't quite have the grip locked in, though, as PerZag is fighting to get himself free before the pain levels increase. He manages to push her off, getting himself free. Both wrestlers get up, with LeClair coming in and grabbing at PerZag's head, wanting a jawbreaker. But as LeClair jumps for increased impact, PerZag flips her up and over him instead, sending LeClair crashing to the mat behind him!! LeClair takes the impact the best she can, struggling to get back to her feet. But PerZag is already on her, locking Leclair up and lifting her in the air with a Perfect Plex! He holds onto the leg... 1... 2... but Chelsea is able to escape in time! She struggles away from PerZag, trying to buy some time to get her breath back. But as soon as LeClair's back in the corner, PerZag is running forward, nailing her with a Stinger Splash!! He then pulls LeClair out, getting a quick DDT before making another pin... 1... 2... No! The champ stays alive!*

Rockwell: LeClair's truly being tested tonight!

Hood: It's Heat Wave, and we're getting what could be another classic PerZag contest...

Rockwell: Or a legendary LeClair bout, we'll see how it ends up!

*PerZag slowly gets up off the mat, as the crowd gives a "You Still Got It" chant for the man. PerZag looks around, smiling for a moment, before setting LeClair up by yanking on her legs, turning her towards the corner. He drops back with a catapult, sending LeClair flying towards the 'buckles... but LeClair uses all of her agility to land on the second turnbuckle instead of hitting it, staying upright! As PerZag gets up behind her, Leclair jumps up on the nearby ropes and leaps backwards, smashing into PerZag with a springboard cross-body!! LeClair ends up on top for the count... 1... 2... No! PerZag escapes in time! They both start to get up, but LeClair takes them right back down by twisting around PerZag and landing a double knee backbreaker!! PerZag tumbles away, hurting, laying on the mat. Seeing this, LeClair capitalizes by grabbing a leg and bending PerZag backwards with a single-leg Boston Crab submission!! PerZag's feeling the pain, as the ligaments are rotated in ways that were never intended!*

Rockwell: LeClair's trying to make PerZag tap out!

Hood: Never happen. PerZag didn't return just to throw in the towel, after all...

Rockwell: Maybe not, but this hold is a good set-up for TTFO, something that PerZag will need to avoid at all costs!

*LeClair is keeping the submission locked in, trying to stay positioned in spite of PerZag's size advantage. The referee circles around PerZag, asking if he's wanting to give up, but PerZag has no intention of dropping out just yet. He uses the mat for momentum, shoving away with his arms, and his weight is too much for LeClair to keep in place. Soon, PerZag has dragged himself a few inches from the ropes, fighting to get one more push to cause the break. Surprisingly, though, LeClair suddenly drops the hold, getting up, leaving PerZag reaching towards the ropes for no reason for a couple of seconds. Thrown off, PerZag struggles to get up despite the pain, but LeClair's already waiting for him. She grabs hold, snapping him back with a reverse neckbreaker!! PerZag's down, as LeClair goes for the cover, looking to maintain her title reign... 1... 2... but PerZag is able to kick out in time! LeClair, not bothered by this, gets back to her feet, waiting as PerZag struggles to get up. Again, LeClair's timing is perfect, as she takes PerZag down again, this time with a front facelock STO!! Another pin is made... 1... 2... No! PerZag's shoulder is up!*

Rockwell: LeClair is taking over right now!

Hood: I'm sure PerZag is just biding his time...

Rockwell: If he waits any longer, this one's going to be over!

*With PerZag still down this time, LeClair applies a reverse chin lock, looking to keep the former champion on the ground. She works away on him, making him expend the energy to try and get to his feet while in the hold. As soon as they get up, LeClair lets go, stepping away from PerZag's attempted grab. She lands a kick instead, doubling PerZag over. She then gives PerZag a headlock takeover, getting him back on the mat, and back into the reverse chinlock! It's not a favorite move of the fans, but it's definitely effective, as PerZag once again has to grind his way up. When they get up, LeClair again lands a shot, keeping PerZag off-balance, before running to the ropes and returning with a clothesline, only to have PerZag run to the left, away from her, avoiding it! Confused, LeClair stops and turns PerZag's way, but that works to PerZag's advantage, as he comes leaping in with a flying crossbody!!! LeClair crashes backwards, with PerZag's heavier mass landing on top of her! The ref slides in... 1... 2... and LeClair escapes in time! Both wrestlers get up, with LeClair trying to recover quicker, but PerZag still has a second on her, catching the rising LeClair with a Fameasser!! He covers... 1... 2... NO! LeClair keeps her championship run alive!*

Hood: See? PerZag's starting to take control! This one's all but over!

Rockwell: We've seen this many times in the past, where PerZag has that late burst of energy that has been too much for some opponents...

Hood: He's a closer, Adrian, end of story!

*PerZag is up now, dragging LeClair with him over to the turnbuckle. He slams her head into the turnbuckle a few times, showing that he has no problems with equality in the wrestling ring. As LeClair drops to a knee, PerZag pulls her back up, then lifts her onto the turnbuckle, going up with her. He strikes away, leaving LeClair dazed, before locking her up and going for a superplex! LeClair fights back, landing a few shots herself, and pushes PerZag off the turnbuckle, sending him down to his feet. But as LeClair takes a moment to recover, PerZag surprisingly bounces right back up, showing his amazing ability by getting right back into position! LeClair can't block it this time, as PerZag lifts, taking her off with a superplex!!! The fans cheer the move, enjoying this match immensely. PerZag has LeClair over now, having shaken off his own effects from the move. He covers, hanging on... 1... 2... NO! LEClair keeps finding a way to escape the pins, with PerZag looking slightly frustrated now. He stands up, looking at the referee for a moment, before reaching down for, no, LeClair sweeps his legs out from under him, knocking a surprised PerZag down! LeClair then kips up, before grabbing hold of PerZag's legs... trying to get him into the TTFO (Figure 8)!!!*

Hood: No!

Rockwell: If LeClair gets this locked in, PerZag may have no choice but to tap out!

Hood: It can't end this way!

*LeClair has stepped through PerZag's legs, trying to lock on the first Figure Four portion, but PerZag manages to get a leg up, kicking LeClair from behind to send her staggering into the ropes! She catches herself, looking back over her shoulder at PerZag as the man is getting up. She jumps onto the ropes, springing off for another attempt as a crossbody! But PerZag manages to catch her, spinning her around into a powerslam!! He stays on top, making the pin... 1... 2... 3, NO! LeClair survives! PerZag gets up, feeling the effects of this contest, but also believing that he's got this one well in hand. He reaches down, pulling LeClair upwards, getting her to a standing position. PerZag then starts to lift LeClair up onto his shoulders... applying the Sexy Neutralizer (Torture Rack)!!! LeClair is shouting out, feeling her spine being bent as PerZag crunches away on her! The ref moves in, checking for any signs of a submission... but LeClair suddenly readjusts on a bounce, twisting herself upside-down off of PerZag's back and dropping behind him, pulling him down into a pin!! PerZag has no way of fighting it as he's pulled down... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Hood: Wait! What just happened??

Rockwell: What a reversal!!

Hood: No, that's... that can't be...

Minos: Here is your winner, and Still the GCWA North American Champion... Chelsea LeClair!!

Rockwell: Just like that, a classic match is over!

Hood: I still can't believe it!

Rockwell: Sometimes it just comes down to one move, Hood, and LeClair pulled off that pin at just the right time...

*PerZag looks a little shell-shocked, sitting on the mat, as LeClair is back on her feet. The referee brings over the North American Championship, handing it to her. She goes to the turnbuckle and climbs up, raising the belt over her head as she shows it to the cheering crowd. Behind her, PerZag slowly gets to his feet. He walks up towards her, with LeClair sensing him and quickly jumping down to face him. PerZag shows his fingers, pointing out how close things came at times, before saying that they will meet again. He turns and leaves the ring, with LeClair watching him all the way before going back to celebrating.*

Hood: Look how noble PerZag is! What a guy!

Rockwell: Again, I'd love to see thse two wrestle again soon. It's been an amazing night so far!

*The show comes back live to where the ring is currently set up with two barrels on a few skids inside it. On each barrel is a "OWL IS MUSTARD" logo. Also there is a blanket covered table and two stools in the ring. Objects hidden under the blanket sheet. *

Rockwell: What is this about, Hood?

Hood: Well seeing the Owl is Mustard logo on those barrels means I lost interest. Isn't this supposed to be a MATCH where Bifford squashes Alice?

Rockwell: That is what is scheduled, Hood.

*New by No Doubt hits as the crowd erupts with cheers. Alice Knight comes out from behind the curtain followed by someone dressed in a OWL costume. Alice wearing a apron over her floral dress and begins cups her ear with her hand and also motions the crowd to get on their feet and cheer. The crowd gets into it as Alice touches the fans hands on the way to the ring. She slides in to the ring and holds the rope for the OWL'd costume person can awkwardly enter the ring.*

Rockwell: Alice getting a huge ovation from tonight's audience.

Hood: KILL IT!!! WITH FIRE!!!

*Alice grabs a microphone as the crowd gets silent.*

Alice Knight: I know everybody was expecting a HUGE main event level match with myself and The Big Bifford. But the fact is... that's a little boring. You see I tried to bury the hatchet with ol' Biff'. I offered him my delicious OWL IS MUSTARD. Smooth and chunky. Avocado flavored to hot dill pickled flavored. But he ignorantly dismissed my wonderful gesture and insulted me and every OWL in the crowd tonight by doing so. But being the lady that I am. I am going to give this attempt at friendship another try... so Mr. Bifford, if you may enter the ring that be super, thanks.

*Gangstas Paradise by Coolio hits as The Big Bifford getting a large 'pop' from the crowd as well slowly heads down to the ring. Alice applauds him as he enters the GCWA ring. She looks Alice up and down rubbing his hands together but also a look of confusion on his face.*

Alice Knight: Biff! Thanks for coming out and being a good sport about this. Now i KNOW you were expecting a tough battle with me in the ring. Us sweating over each other and trying to kill each other and what not. But I think we can do this a more suitable way. Not wrestling our hearts out... you especially, Big Fella...

*Alice chuckles as Bifford looks on unimpressed so far. Alice gently jabs him in the shoulder.*

Alice Knight: Kidding... I kid. Anyway, I was thinking we could have a little fun here tonight. And have a... OL'... FASHIONED... FOOD EATING CONTEST!!!

*Alice pulls off the sheet from the table to reveal a picnic table and checkered cover with hamburgers and hotdogs on buns stacked together on paper plates. In the center of the table is a large jar of OWL IS MUSTARD. Just as The Dating Game theme plays throughout the arena as the lights flicker while Alice and the costumed OWL are doing a jig like dance. Bifford continues to look on unamused.*

Hood: Jesus, please not this...

Rockwell: This could be fun...

Hood: Please don't dance, Rockwell.

*The music stops.*

Alice Knight: So Bifford. Here are the rules. You can eat as much as you can take...within 3 minutes...the only catch is you have to do it with my own OWL IS MUSTARD topping. And no you can't eat the 'dogs and burgers dry. We both have to use the OWL is MUSTARD. SOooo.... You have your barrel there. And I have mine. What do you say?

*Bifford sighs, shrugging at this ridiculous idea instead of a match. But nods. He smells his barrel. And cringes at the idea of eating the stuff. *

Alice Knight: NICE! BIFF' IS IN! Let's do this... Let me just put my hair up and we can get started... and remember Biff'... let's have some fun, buddy!

*Alice puts her hair up and puts her hand out for Biff to shake. Slowly and cautiously Bifford shakes her hand.*

Alice Knight: Mr. Owl. When you are ready, start the timer!

*The Owl now with a whistle stands in between them, as Alice hops on the stool. As Bifford stands over rubbing his hands together once again.*

Alice Knight: GET READY! AND SETTTY! AND GOOOOO!!

*The dating game theme plays again and a clock appears on the screen as both Bifford and Alice begin driving owl is mustard covered hotdogs and hamburgers in their mouths. Using a hose from the barrels to squirt on the food.*

Hood: Why me lord! This is disgusting...

Rockwell: It's making me hungry, Hood!

*Bifford takes a few bites but blocks his nose from the stench of the OWL is MUSTARD. He coughs barely able to swallow the Alice Mustard. But like a true champ, he stuffs more food into his mouth. Alice, like a gannet swallows a few dogs and burgers squirting her barrel of mustard over everything she eats. Bifford begins sniffing around. He also begins to look weary and sweaty. But smells around Alice. Alice, mouth stuffed, points to her wrist at Bifford. Saying times almost up.*

The Big Bifford: Wait a minute...

Alice Knight: Hughhhh??

*A dizzy looking Bifford grabs Alice's hands stopping her from eating anymore. He smells her hamburger.*

The Big Bifford: You cheating, bitch! FRENCH'S!!!!

*Alice looks around nervously. As Bifford weakly grabs Alice by the apron, lifting her off her feet looking her in the eyes.*

The Big Bifford: YOU WERE EATING FRENCH'S MUSTARD!!!!!!!

*The audience gasps in shock as a weak looking Bifford grabs one of his OWL is MUSTARD covered hotdogs and with all his strength slowly brings it to her mouth, Alice shaking her head while he does so.*

Alice Knight: NO! NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!

The Big Bifford: YES! THAT!

*Just as Bifford begins blinking repeatedly and losing grip on Alice because of is weaken state, Mr. Owl clotheslines Bifford from behind. Bifford doesn't fall down but is forced to let Alice go as she falls back on to her butt. Bifford brings his attention towards the OWL costume and slowly approaches him as the OWL pleads for him to not come closer. This is when Alice grabs the large jar of OWL is MUSTARD on the picnic table. Using all her strength smashes the jar over Bifford's head laying him out cold down on the canvas.*

Hood: ALICE IS A FRAUD, ROCKWELL!! SHE CHEATED BIFFORD!

Rockwell: I'm shocked, did Alice not use her own mustard for the challenge she just made?

*Alice and the Owl begin stomping on a unconscious mustard covered Bifford. Alice grabs the microphone again and sits on Bifford, getting into his face.*

Alice Knight: You feel that big boy? That's fate messing with you! Oh and a little does of roofies in the OWL is mustard. Pay back is a bitch, boy! Just like you!

*Alice spreads the mustard all over his beard and mouth with her elbow. Getting to the point of being a little too rough causing Mr. Owl to lift her up. She kicks and screams at Bifford as Mr. Owl and Alice leave ringside as paramedics run down to check on Big Bifford's condition. The crowd, still in shock, still not sure what to think of what just happened. Alice smiles evilly glaring at Biff's body as her and the costumed Mr. Owl walk backwards to the backstage area. Scene fades.*

GCWA Unified X-Division Title BLC match
The Lost Soul(c) (36-26-2) vs. Chad Vargas (12-8)

Minos: The next match is the Boxes, Ladders, & Cage match for the GCWA Unified X Division Championship!!!

*The crowd is already excited. The War Games cage has been lowered back across the two rings, with the boxes getting carefully hung in every corner. Ladders have also been placed in each ring, to make it easier to climb up to them. All boxes have been put up without being opened, leaving it a complete mystery to where the championship is being held.*

Hood: So let me get this straight. The title is in one of those boxes?

Rockwell: That's correct, Hood.

Hood: And the other boxes are rigged to explode?

Rockwell: Apparently so.

Hood: And they are inside the cage, but they're also strapped together?

Rockwell: Correct.

Hood: This just screams "Bad Idea" to me.

Rockwell: Well, we'll know once it's completed!

Minos: Introducing first...

*The large screens at Madison Square Garden suddenly light up, showing a familiar figure in some parts of the world.*

Rockwell: Who is that?

Hood: It's Bill Lee, the Governor of Tennessee, of course!

*Tennessee Governor Bill Lee appears on the GCWA-Tron.*

Bill Lee: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It's a great honor to introduce the next opponent. He is... the Pride of Tennessee. Weighing in at 240lbs, hailing from Everclear County, Tennessee, he is...

*Governor Lee pauses as he puts the cue card closer to his face, appearing to hesitate a little at the next line.*

Bill Lee: He is... the... He is... THE GRAND WIZARD of Professional wrestling. The MAHATMA GANDHI of the squared circle... he is the NEXT GCWA X-Division champion, The Confederate Icon... CHADDDDDDDDDDD VAAAARGGGASSSS!!!

*The crowd erupts into boos at their hated hero. Bill Lee smiles.*

Bill Lee: Good luck, Chad. You have our support! Fuck those liberal pussycats!

Rockwell: Did he really just say that?

Hood: He sure as fuck did! ALL HAIL Bill Lee!

*Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Needle and the Spoon" cranks over the sound system. Governor Lee's image disappears, and a confederate flag waves on the GCWA-Tron. Being in New York City, the south isn't represented very well. As Skynyrd sings on, about twenty or so confederate soldiers appear from the curtain. Marching down the ramp two by two, equipped with 1861 style rifles. The rebels go to the ring, and take their position around the ring as if getting ready for a lumberjack match. Two other soldiers join them, taking up the rear. Both a Robert E. Lee and Jefferson Davis look alike. Once the two get to the bottom of the ramp, they turn facing the GCWA-Tron. They each take a knee, bowing before their master as CHAD VARGAS emerges from the darkness. He's dressed ready for battle. A Confederate flag is drapped around his shoulders. He takes a slow jaunt down the ramp, mouthing obscenities to his haters on his way to the ring. He reaches the rebels and hands them off the battle flag as he enters the ring.*

Rockwell: I don't believe this... we're going to get so many angry letters...

Hood: Well, it's Vargas' right in this country to state his own beliefs, no matter what...

Rockwell: We still need to get more security out here now...

Hood: Oh, definitely...

Minos: Now in the ring... standing 6'4" and weighing 240 lbs... from Everlear County, Tennessee... here is "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!!

*Vargas laughs at the boos coming his direction, not giving a fuck at what the crowd thinks.*

Rockwell: I still can't believe Vargas had slaves working for him...

Hood: Those weren't slaves! They were paid, for one thing!

Rockwell: One of them said, "Yessum, massa" in the hotel, for fuck's sake! You think he wasn't told to say that??

Hood: It could have been his choice. Some people have a weird sense of humor...

Minos: His opponent...

*The cameras turn back to the entryway, as another group of people begin to slowly come out, one by one. Some are dressed in nurse's scrubs, while others are in business suits. They're all wearing Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) and are making sure to social distance themselves by six feet or more as they line up across the stage.*

Hood: What are they doing here?

Rockwell: These are the people who have put their lives on the line during this pandemic, Hood. The ones who have given us the knowledge we've needed to fight the Corona Virus!

Hood: Shouldn't they be busy elsewhere then?

*A Billy Joel remix of "We Didn't Start The Fire" starts coming over the speakers, with various shots of tireless workers doing their best to keep people alive showing on the big screen. The Lost Soul then steps out through the entrance, taking his place in front of the line of people. He's wearing an "I Can't Breathe" t-shirt, while carrying a sign that says "Justice For Breanna Taylor", raising it high above his head.*

Minos: standing 6'3" and weighing 235 lbs... from Parts Unknown... he is the GCWA Unified X-Division Champion... here is The Lost Soul!!

*The place is roaring, with many of the fans fully on TLS' side. Some of those that are pushing the "Blue Lives Matter" slogans look pissed, though, and others are yelling insulting comments towards The Lost Soul as he stands there with the sign.*

Hood: Seriously, we need more security...

Rockwell: This could be one of the most controversial matches in GCWA history at this point, and we haven't even started wrestling yet!

*The Lost Soul starts down the aisle, making sure to hand off the sign as he heads for the ring. He stops at the entrance to the cell, looking in at a waiting Vargas. He waves over the referee, who is a person of color as requested, and says something to him. The referee steps through into the ring, talking with Vargas, who looks pissed off. He eventually says something about Weak Ass Officiating before he walks back over to the side and gets his gas mask, putting it on. The Lost Soul then finally enters, ready to go as the referee moves between them, connecting them each to a strap around their arm.*

Hood: So TLS' shirt says "I Can't Breathe"?

Rockwell: I believe so, from what I saw earlier.

Hood: Maybe he shouldn't be wearing a mask, then. You get more air without a mask.

Rockwell: Hood... don't make me hit you. They said that will get me fined, and maybe suspended.

Hood: Well, I don't want... wait, that means you already asked about hitting me?

Rockwell: *stares menacingly*

Hood: Shutting up.

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Four boxes, which one has the title?

Hood: Probably the last one...

Rockwell: Weird how it always works that way, isn't it?

Hood: Definitely defies the odds...

*The Lost Soul and Vargas, both strapped together now, face off on either side of Ring #1. There are two boxes on this side of the cage, with the other two around Ring #2. Vargas teases trying to go towards one of the boxes, but the strap quickly stops him, as TLS holds his ground. Vargas stops, nodding as if to say "Fine, you son of a bitch", before turning and rushing at TLS, swinging away! But TLS ducks under the swing, getting behind Vargas, and pulls upwards on the strap... getting it between Vargas' legs!! Vargas does a flip over to his back, a readjustment to keep from any major damage. He starts to get up, but TLS is already coming in from behind, whipping away with a piece of the strap on Vargas' back!! The fans are loving it, as Vargas winces and tries to move away. TLS still whips him again, then a third time, slashing across Vargas' back and leaving red welts! TLS then steps in, getting closer to Vargas and grabbing him by the head, wanting a Russian Leg Sweep! But Vargas throws an elbow back to knock TLS away, escaping the hold. He starts to go through the ropes on instinct, heading into Ring #2, but TLS yanks him off-balance with the strap, then kicks Vargas in the stomach and gets a DDT!*

Rockwell: So far, the strap has worked to The Lost Soul's favor.

Hood: Yeah, but eventually it's going to be a hinderance, too. I mean, you have to knock your opponent out long enough to get to the boxes, but you also have to bring them part of the way with you.

Rockwell: It definitely adds another dimension to this contest. So does that mask that Vargas is wearing.

Hood: I wonder, did that gas mask protect him more from the DDT, or did it cause additional damage?

*The referee circles around, watching closely although there are no pinfalls to count. In fact, it's hard to say exactly what he's there for, other than to make sure the straps stay on. The Lost Soul has brought Vargas back up now, landing a few shots to get Vargas into the corner, with one of the mystery boxes right above him. TLS turns and reaches out, just barely able to grab a nearby ladder and pull it close to him. He locks the ladder together and lifts it as a weapon, turning and jogging towards Vargas. The Confederate Icon sees it coming, his eyes wide as he immediately drops underneath, allowing the ladder to smash into the side of the cage!! The ladder bounces off, as Vargas pushes up and charges at TLS, spinning into a discus lariat that puts him down! Vargas looks over at the ladder, realizing how close he was to some early damage. He turns angrily and gets part of the strap, as if to return the whips to TLS. But instead, Vargas wraps the end of the strap around TLS' throat, choking him!! He leans backwards, putting a knee into TLS' back to get even more leverage, as TLS flails his arms in the air, getting choked out! The referee gets close, but Vargas warns him back, saying that he'll be next if he gets involved!*

Rockwell: This is bad, real bad!

Hood: If Vargas actually kills him, we could certainly face some backlash... but then, we can bring out a clone and say everything's fine and it was just acting, right?

Rockwell: I don't think anyone would buy that, since the clones aren't real...

Hood: Shows what you know...

*The Lost Soul has stopped moving, with the referee looking more and more concerned. Vargas, however, has had enough, letting go of the strap and letting it fall loosely to the floor. He laughs, asking the ref through gestures to check if TLS can still breathe, earning some boos from the crowd. The ref moves in, checking, and thankfully TLS still seems to be with us. In the meantime, Vargas is already starting to drag TLS backwards, away from the ref, as he pulls him towards the corner. Vargas gets the nearby ladder and sets it up, glaring back at TLS before starting to climb up to get close to the box. He studies it for a moment, possibly looking for any wires or any other discernible signs of what's inside. Seeing nothing, Vargas says to hell with it, reaching up and grabbing the latch that's holding the box closed. The fans can be seen tensing up, while Vargas involuntarily leans a little further back before releasing the latch... and a bunch of streamers and party hats fall out, along with a series of sparklers going off in a row! A couple of little fireworks go off, nothing too dramatic. The sparks flitter downwards, as Vargas looks closer inside the box, before shaking his head and laughing at what just happened.*

Rockwell: What... that was certainly not burning hand sanitizer...

Hood: Hey, Barrows tried to get it, remember? It's not his fault that hand sanitizer is hard to come by now!

Rockwell: I get that... but why sparklers and party favors?

Hood: ... You'd rather it was something like a pile of manure or something?

Rockwell: Hell no, we'd smell that from here...

Hood: So be happy it was so tame and let's move on!

*Vargas starts to come down the ladder, still shaking his head at the 'train wreck' he sees this match being. He looks down at TLS, who's still not moving. Vargas picks up the ladder and starts to walk over to the next box, dragging TLS behind him. However, as Vargas heads that way, TLS is suddenly getting his feet underneath, sliding for a few seconds before getting to his feet. Vargas seems to sense the change in weight distribution, as he crooks his neck for a moment. He then suddenly spins, swinging the ladder, but TLS dodges it! As Vargas tries to bring the ladder around again, TLS leaps into him with a dropkick, smashing Vargas backwards and causing the ladder to land on top of him! The air gets knocked from Vargas, but he's still moving... but TLS then leaps up, landing a senton onto the ladder to smash it back into Vargas!!! Both men are hurting after that one, as TLS once again proves that he's willing to put anything on the line to win. He gets back to his feet, grabbing the ladder again, and sets it up in the middle of the ring... making sure to put one side of it across Vargas's throat!! Vargas is suddenly kicking his feet wildly, even as TLS puts his weight on the ladder, keeping it in place!*

Rockwell: Now TLS is choking out Vargas!

Hood: No! Stop him, ref!

Rockwell: It's just as legal now as it was when Vargas did it, Hood!

Hood: He's using the steel ladder, though! Isn't that worse than a leather strap?

Rockwell: Both are equally dangerous. Do not try this at home, kids!

*TLS peers down at Vargas underneath him, possibly asking if Vargas, now, can breathe. He then jumps off the ladder, driving a knee into Vargas' gut!! Vargas gasps from the hit, even as the ladder topples over to its side. Both wrestlers start to get up, with TLS wrapping the strap around his hand. He makes a fist with it, turning and slugging Vargas repeatedly, driving him back into the steel cage wall. It's not enough for TLS, though, as he grabs Vargas' head to drag it against the wall... before realizing that the mask will prevent that. Instead, TLS gets Vargas' hand and puts it partially through the steel, getting him to instinctively grip it. TLS then turns and gets the ladder, turning back... and driving it into Vargas' fingers!!! Vargas gasps and falls to his knees, clutching his injured hand. He starts to get himself up, trying to channel that inner fire that fuels the Confederate Icon. But as Vargas gets up, TLS runs at him, nailing him with the flattened out ladder, sending Vargas toppling over the ropes to Ring #2!! TLS leaves the ladder behind and carefully goes over the ropes as well, making sure not to get tangled. He heads for another ladder in that ring, working to get it set up.*

Hood: This will make the fans near Ring #2 happy at least...

Rockwell: It depends on what comes out of that box, I assume...

Hood: Probably more party favors. Honestly, I've tried myself to get hand sanitizer, and it's nearly impossible to find!

*Vargas isn't quite down yet, as he starts to push himself off the mat, while cradling his hurting hand. TLS, seeing him getting up, walks back over to Vargas, pulling the strap tight. He uses it to yank Vargas off-balance, trying to whip him into the cage, but Vargas stops himself, instead reversing it to send TLS towards him. Before TLS can stop, Vargas nails him with a bionic elbow, dropping TLS to his knees! Vargas leans over TLS, jawing at him, although it's hard to make out through the mask. He drags TLS back up, lifting him up to land a belly-to-belly suplex!! TLS is down, as Vargas gets back to his feet. He sees the ladder already set up and starts to head for it, climbing up towards the second box. He looks less nervous now about what's inside, reaching towards the latch... but TLS suddenly is pulling on the strap, pulling Vargas off the ladder!! Vargas manages to land on his feet, angrily going at TLS with a kick, but TLS flattens out to avoid it. He then reaches out and grabs Vargas from behind, yanking him down into the school boy roll-up!!! A few seconds go by, maybe as many as three, but it doesn't matter as the ref can't do anything. TLS lets go, with both wrestlers taking a moment to recover.*

Rockwell: TLS won several matches during the tournament with that move, but it doesn't work in a BLC match!

Hood: Hah! TLS' own stipulations are coming back to haunt him! I love it!

Rockwell: Pins won't work, it's all about finding that title!

*The two wrestlers both struggle up, trying not to get tangled up in the strap. Vargas, upset at TLS holding him down like that, throws a couple of punches, stunning him. Vargas then pulls TLS in close, as if to say this is how you REALLY end a match. He sets TLS up, wanting the Stroke (Forward Russian Legsweep)!! But TLS breaks free in a unique way, swinging his leg backwards... to give Vargas a low blow!!! Vargas drops to his knees, all breath knocked from his body after that one. TLS then steps away, quickly grabbing the ladder and spinning, bringing it down like a toll booth blocker onto Vargas' shoulder!! Vargas collapses to the mat, out of it, as TLS lifts the ladder back up, turning and getting it secured near the second box. He goes upwards, keeping his one arm low in order to not have Vargas' weight throw him off. The fans are cheering as TLS reaches up towards the latch, managing to hit it to release... an explosive blast!!! A fireball flies down onto TLS, flashing across him, as the crowd screams!!! TLS falls backwards, rolling to try and put out the dots of flame across his arms and on his shirt!!*

Hood: Fuck! Now THAT was hand sanitizer!!

Rockwell: Jesus! Make sure he's out, ref!!

Hood: So much for the "I Can't Breathe" t-shirt! Hah!

*The referee, apparently armed with a fire suppression blanket for just this sort of moment, flings it over The Lost Soul, making sure everything is out. Outside the cage, attendants are already spraying that section of the cage down, ensuring that nothing spreads. As the referee checks on TLS, apparently getting the okay from him, Chad Vargas slowly rises behind him on shaky knees after the hit he took earlier. He looks at the burned box, then down at the covered TLS, suddenly looking pleased again. He staggers over, shoving the ref out of the way and getting rid of the blanket. TLS tries to turn to fight, but Vargas just stomps him on the back, where you can see through part of the shirt due to the fire. Vargas stomps again and again, trying to do more damage to where the flames softened TLS up. It's still not enough for Vargas, as he turns and grabs the nearby ladder, turning and dropping it onto TLS' back!! TLS contorts in pain, feeling every inch of the agony of getting hit where he was burned. Vargas leans over TLS, studying his hurting back. He pulls the strap in closer, getting it to hang from his hand, before he tells TLS to man up... and whips him across the back again and again!!*

Rockwell: Ouch! That's going to do a massive amount of damage!

Hood: Vargas is pretty good with a whip, isn't he?

Rockwell: He'd better not have used it on anyone else, that's all I'm saying...

Hood: For the last time, THOSE WEREN'T SLAVES, Adrian!!

*After a few more lashes land on TLS' back, Vargas finally stops, breathing heavily from the exertion. He lets the strap fall down to the mat, looking down at the fallen TLS. He then slowly reaches up to his head... pulling off the gas mask! He throws it down, ignoring the protests of the referee, telling him that if he doesn't want that mask helping to contain the stink from his ass, he'd better shut his yap. Vargas leaves the mask behind as he drags the badly injured TLS to the side where the third box is positioned, still in Ring #2. Vargas gets the ladder, bringing it over, making sure to 'accidentally' hit TLS with it as he goes by. Mockingly saying an apology, Vargas sets the ladder up, starting on his way up. He feels the tug of the strap, looking down at it with disdain... and reaches over, pulling it off as well!! The referee is furious, wanting Vargas to keep to the rules, but Vargas doesn't give a damn at this point. He throws the strap away, before climbing all the way to the top of the ladder. He tells the ref to kiss his white ass, before reaching over and pulling the latch.... and there's a THUNDEROUS EXPLOSION!!!*

Hood & Rockwell: HOLY SHIT!!!

*Everyone is screaming, sounding shocked. The cameraman was temporarily knocked onto his back, showing a nice view of the Nike tennis shoes he's wearing. Eventually, we switch to another shot, this one showing a camera coming around the cage to reach that point. We can see that part of the cage is now hanging, having been blown off its hinges!! The smoke is still somewhat thick, although it's beginning to clear up.*

Rockwell: Mother of God...

Hood: What the hell, guys?? Who the fuck decided to rig the box like that???

Rockwell: There was a rumor about C-4 earlier in the week, but I just assumed it wasn't true...

Hood: Fuck! The shrapnel there could have killed someone!! In fact... where's Vargas? He still with us??

*As the ring begins to become more visible, we can see the referee down off to the side. He doesn't appear to be moving, as he's flat on his back. Vargas can be seen, in a curled up position. He's at least still moving, although he's clearly in a ton of pain. The Lost Soul is still laying where he was earlier, still trying to recover himself. The damage has been pretty severe up to this point, with one box remaining. One of the cameras zooms in on it, making it abundantly clear that this has to be where the championship is. We go back to the wrestlers, where Vargas is trying to find a way to stand. He appears to have his own burns now, across his right side, since that's how he was reaching towards the box. In a way, it's good that Vargas was taunting the ref, as it had his face turned away from the explosion. The crowd is starting to recover now, chanting for TLS to get up. In response, The Lost Soul can be seen slowly sitting up. He's singed but still able to move, as he starts to rock himself to his feet. Vargas, meanwhile, is still struggling to pull himself together, his right arm shaking uncontrollably from the blast.*

Hood: This isn't right! Who could continue after an explosion like that?

Rockwell: They definitely went way too excessive on that one. But it doesn't change the fact that we need to have a winner!

Hood: Vargas nearly died, and you're just caring about the match?

Rockwell: I am now that it's clear the racist bastard is still with us...

*The Lost Soul is up, now, looking down at the frayed pieces of strap still connected to him. He picks the strap up, before looking over to his left. Ring #1 is where the fourth and final box is located. Seeing this, TLS starts that direction, then stops, still considering the strap around his hands. He turns back, going over to Vargas, giving him a kick to the head! TLS then reaches down, grabbing the gas mask off the ground, and stuffing it back onto Vargas' face! He reattaches the strap as well to Vargas' wrist, before lifting the injured wrestler up and putting him onto his shoulders with a fireman's carry. He makes his way over to the ropes, tossing Vargas violently over to the other side!! TLS follows, barely able to get over the ropes himself but needing to, due to the strap. Vargas is trying to stand up, still wanting to fight back, but TLS grabs hold of him, lifting Vargas off the ground and dropping him with the Soulbuster (Brainbuster)!!!! Vargas is out, even as TLS gets shakily back to his feet. He begins to drag Vargas over to the side, leaving a smear of blood on the canvas from one of Vargas' injuries. The fans are cheering as TLS gets closer to the final box, bringing Vargas with him.*

Rockwell: This could be it! All TLS has to do is get up there!

Hood: But the moron forgot something important! There's no ladder over there! He's expending all that energy for nothing!

*TLS gets Vargas close enough to the corner so that he stays put, then turns to where the box is located at the top of the cage, attached to the roof. TLS knows that the closest ladder is on the other side of the ring, but he doesn't bother to go back for it. Instead, TLS starts grabbing at the side of the cage, working to get handholds and footholds to make his way up!! The crowd is cheering as TLS ascends, dragging himself upwards towards the box. He gets near the top of the cage, but keeps going, reaching up to get a grip on the roof!! Like a monkey, TLS begins to swing on one arm, getting himself close enough to the box to grab hold. The fans are cheering as TLS reaches for the latch with one hand while hanging on with the other. He works on the latch, struggling to get a good grip... and suddenly he's yanked hard downwards from Vargas, who desperately pulls on the strap with all his strength!! TLS' free arm gets pulled down, causing TLS to lose his hold and fall back down to the ground!! He hits hard, off-balance from the landing. The masked man turns back to Vargas, trying to swing at him, but Vargas readjusts... and takes TLS down with the Stroke!!!*

Rockwell: The Stroke lands!!

Hood: Hah hah hah, it's over!! Going to be a ton of pissed off people tonight!

Rockwell: But can Vargas scale the cage like TLS did?

*Vargas glances up at the box, having seen TLS' path. But he's not going to fool around with that crap, now that TLS is down. He once again pulls off the strap, not giving a damn for the rules of the match. The referee is still down after the explosion, so he's in no position to argue. Vargas walks painfully over to the ladder, grabbing it and bringing it back over to set it up. He then starts the long, agonizing climb up the ladder, slowly getting up near the top. He reaches out, having gotten himself at a bad angle, but he's just able to get his fingers on the latch. With a smile, Vargas yanks the latch open... and we see the GCWA Unified X Division Title inside, sitting on a hook! Vargas, having expected it just to fall out in his hands, looks annoyed. He drops off the ladder, then positions it again, getting it lined up correctly. Vargas then starts slowly up the ladder, having to make the trip once, in spite of the burns on his arm and shoulder. He gets to the top, not realizing that someone else is climbing up the other side. He reaches for the belt... as does TLS! Both men grab the belt, then stare at each other, with Vargas looking shocked. He tries to yank the belt towards him, TLS yanks it back... and the two men are suddenly off-balance as the ladder tilts away, sending both men crashing to the canvas!!!*

Rockwell: Who got the belt? Who ended up with it??

Hood: It's got to be Vargas, right? He had the best grip!

Rockwell: We need another angle!!

*The camera comes around, trying to see through the cage, as we see the two men struggling to sit up. Vargas pulls the belt towards him, getting it in both hands, smiling as he starts to get up. He turns towards the recovering referee, raising the belt... and The Lost Soul nails him from behind with a low blow!!! Vargas falls to the ground, gasping from the hit, as The Lost Soul reaches over him to pick up the championship Vargas dropped. The referee, meanwhile, finally gets his eyes open enough to take in the situation. He painfully signals for the bell to ring, then falls back, unable to do much more than that. The bell rings, as a couple of attendants are already coming into the ring to check on all three people inside the cage.*

Minos: Here is your winner... and STILL the GCWA Unified X-Division Champion... The Lost Soul!!!

Hood: Fuck! That was dirty!! Vargas clearly had the title first! He won!

Rockwell: Not according to what the referee saw, Hood, and unfortunately for Vargas, that's what's going to count!

Hood: You call that social distancing, TLS? Fuck, I hope you catch Corona from Vargas' nutsack!!

*As the cage is being raised up to bring in a stretcher for the referee, The Lost Soul slides out underneath it, falling to his knees before recovering to continue on. Vargas looks completely pissed off, shoving away anyone that tries to look at his wounds.*

* James Raven and Jackson Hart are standing together backstage, waiting for their turn to make their way to the ring and entertain the New York fans. After a moment or two a group of fans with backstage passes are ushered past them by a tour guide, all wearing the Sopranos tee shirt Jackson had been so proud of earlier. *

James Raven: Hey, where did you guys get those? Did he put you up to this?

Fan: What? No. We bought them from one of the merch tables. They're awesome! People all over the arena are trying to find them, I think they're sold out! You guys are gonna make a killing!

* The group of fans is ushered away from the tag team. James looks at Jackson, who stares ahead silently. Finally, Hart just smiles. James Raven shakes his head, and the duo continue to prepare themselves to make the walk to the ring. *

GCWA World Tag-Team Titles Gauntlet match

Minos: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for the Tag Team Gauntlet!!!

*The crowd pops! I mean, who doesn't like a gauntlet match? Surprises! Intrigue! It's got it all!*

Rockwell: It's gauntlet time, Hood!

Hood: How many infinity stones have we collected?

Rockwell: Wrong gauntlet.

Hood: Sorry, got drunk during quarantine last night and streamed Infinity War.

Rockwell: Any picks on who walks out winner?

Hood: How the fuck should I know? There's like twenty teams in this thing...having said that, it's gotta be Raven and Hart.

Rockwell: Wow, that was quick.

Hood: Sins of the Fathers are intriguing...plus Duce has revenge on his mind and, oh yea, you've got the champions. BUT...having said all of that, I'm sticking with Raven and Hart. The future of GCWA!

Rockwell: They seem to be the betting favorites. Well, enough talk and pontification...let's head down to ringside for what should be the wildest match of the evening!

Minos: Introducing first...

*"California Dreamin" by Sia hits. The crowd stands...some look shocked. Others smile and nod as if to say, "Oh yea, we saw this coming." A pissed off John E Depth emerges from behind the corner. Half a second later an eager Jack Puffer rushes onto stage...the duo are dressed in their brand new Yellow and baby blue wrestling tights. Puffer is sporting a mask. Depth seems hesitant to put his mask on.*

Minos: "The Good Detective" Jack Puffer and John E Depth...ladies and gentlemen, I give you PRIVATE DICKS!

*Depth yells "FINALLY"*

Rockwell: Program change...they are no longer Mustard Factory. They are now Private Dicks.

Hood: I think they've been trying to get that name changed for awhile, now. Fuckin government.

*Depth marches to the ring. Puffer tries to hand him his mask. Depth shoulders him away.*

Rockwell: Depth doesn't want to wear a mask.

Hood: He must be from the south.

*The duo slide into the ring.*

Minos: Ahem

*They turn and see Minos in the OTHER ring. That's right...TWO rings.*

Rockwell: Whoops, it appears they jumped into the wrong ring.

Hood: Really hope these guys don't win.

*Depth yells at Puffer, "Made me look like an idiot!" Puffer shrugs it off as an honest mistake. They climb into the active ring and head toward a corner. Puffer keeps pushing the mask. Depth yells, "STOP!"*

Minos: And, their opponents...

*Depth motions for Puffer to get on the apron...he urges his partner to get his game face on. "Always on Time" by JA RULE fills the arena. Fans are perplexed. WHAT IS THIS SHIT AND WHY IS IT RAPING OUR EARS. Meki Bets and Shootah emerge! Meki first...dragging Shootah by the arm. Depth turns toward Puffer...both are confused.*

Minos: The team of Meki Bets and Shootah!

Rockwell: Ohhhkay, then

Hood: Can we just pencil in a 1-0 for Private Dicks? Seriously. Shootah can't even get past the first round of Mike Tyson's Punch Out.

Rockwell: I'm being told Meki Bets is a telemarketer by day and a twitter badass by night.

Hood: Sounds like a well rounded individual

*The strange duo hit the ring...or, well, Bets does. He slides in and pops to his feet...he stands about 5'4 and weighs maybe 140. He turns to find Shootah...Shootah waves him off saying he's good outside. Minos exits. The bell rings. Shootah takes off, sprinting back up the ramp and into the back.*

Rockwell: And Shootah is out of here. That leaves Meki Bets alone against Depth and Puffer.

Hood: No surprise there. Shootah nearly broke his neck in OCW trying to escape a match once. That's sorta his thing.

*Depth approaches Meki. Meki glares at Depth. He begins to talk mad...MAD SHIT. Depth seems a bit nonplussed.*

Rockwell: I'm told Meki calls this Edgelording

Hood: Oh does he now...the fuck does Edgelording even mean?

Rockwell: Apparently it's a tactic people use when they are scared...they act as though nothing bothers them...they care about nothing.

Hood: Well, alright then.

*Bets decides to change strategies. He extends his hand for a shake...Depth doesn't move...Bets pulls his hand back and points at Depth. He then throws a few 'fake' punches to get Depth to flinch. He does several other douchey things meant to confuse and anger Depth...none of them work.*

Rockwell: And THIS, I'm told is called Trolling.

Hood: Trolling? Like those things in Lord of the Rings?

Rockwell: Which things?

Hood: Fuck if I know...so, trolling, eh?

Rockwell: Yes, apparently it comes after edgelording...when edgelording doesn't work an insecure individual will resort to trolling...acting a certain way in an effort to enrage their target.

Hood: What the fuck is wrong with society

*Bets stops. Nothing is working. So, he reaches into his bag of tricks for one final act. He has no other options. This is his last hurrah. He screams and charges at Depth with a flurry of slaps. Slap! Slap! Slap! All into Depth's chest. None of them do any damage. Depth stands still, looking down at Meki.*

Rockwell: Okay and I'm told Meki calls this the Twitter Attack!

Hood: Any move named after that site should be banned.

Rockwell: It symbolizes the final act of a socially inept individual who wants to get even online...they post a bunch of angry tweets directed at their tormentor in the hopes that it will finally get them triggered.

Hood: So healthy. So normal.

*Out of breath because he may or may not be a chain smoker, Bets doubles over. Depth looks over at Puffer who appears to feel sorry for their opponent. Depth grabs Bets by his thinning hair, yanks him up and throws him across the ring! Bets body flails around, slamming into the canvas and against the bottom rope. He yells, "OWW!" He looks over and sees Depth heading his way. He does the math and slides out of the ring, climbing awkwardly over the barricade and sprinting through the crowd getting as far away from the ring as possible.*

Rockwell: Wait! I'm told there's a name for this act, as well.

Hood: Seriously?

Rockwell: Yes, this is called the Deleting of the Tweets!

Hood: ...

Rockwell: When an insecure individual fails in triggering their target they suddenly feel stupid and remorseful over their actions and hurry to erase all of their tweets so as to not look stupid.

Hood: What. Ever.

*The ref starts to count ten but decides to save his breath. He calls for the bell.*

Minos: The winners of the first match...Jack Puffer and John E Depth...PRIVATE DICKS!

Rockwell: Couldn't have gone any better. Aside from a few scratches thanks to Bets' untamed nails, Depth and Puffer emerge without any damage...moving on to the next match.

Hood: I'm all for a bit of goofiness but please...can we get something resembling wrestling with this next team?

Rockwell: It can't get any worse than that first team, Hood.

Hood: Don't lie to me...I read my program. I know the greek gods are in this thing.

Minos: And now, introducing the next team...

*Patriotic music from the 1940's begins to play, as the lights begin to flash back and forth, covering the arena. Depth turns to Puffer...Puffer holds up the mask. Depth yells "GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME."*

Minos: Coming down the aisle... weighing a combined 412 lbs... from Washington D.C.... here are Memphis Belle and The Spruce Goose... the Patriots!!

Rockwell: The Patriots are back!

Hood: Well, I'll say this about what we've seen so far...Mike Zybala has finally found the division that fits his personality.

*Goose and Bell reach the ring. Minos exits. The bell sounds.*

Rockwell: Wasting no time here.

Hood: It's a long night, Rockwell. No point in profiling a couple of losers.

*Memphis Belle decides to start things off. He heads Depth's way. Puffer seems anxious for a tag. Depth casually strolls up to Belle...Belle throws a punch...Depth ducks...Belle spins around...Depth grabs Belle's head and drops him with ROUGH CUT!! Belle is down!! Depth goes for the pin! 1! 2! 3!!!! The bell rings*

Minos: The Patriots have been Eliminated!

Rockwell: Wow! Record timing! Perhaps Private Dicks are the team to beat.

Hood: To be fair, they were thrown teams that arrived on the short bus.

Rockwell: HOOD!

Hood: I'm just saying!

*Belle and Goose leave...Goose looks dejected. But a USA chant starts and his spirits are instantly lifted.*

Minos: And, introducing the next team...

*"F8" by Five Finger Death Punch bleeds into "Rise" by State of MINE begins to play. The mood within the arena shifts. Fans are like "OHHH SHIT" Puffer and Depth locate a sense of seriousness that's been lacking as ZOLTON emerges from behind the curtain. Anderson Haze follows.*

Rockwell: And here we go!

Hood: Finally, some good fucking competition.

*Zolton keeps his intense gaze on the ring. Haze points at his partner, proud over his ability to snag such a formidable comrade on such short notice. Haze motions around his waist, insinuating he'll be a champion by the night's end.*

Minos: The team of Zolton and Anderson Haze!!!

*Minos exits. Zolton steps on the apron from the floor. He steps over the top rope, entering the ring. Haze remains on the apron. Zolton stares Depth down. The bell rings.*

Rockwell: Puffer and Depth, a sleeper team in this match, finally faces a team that has a chance to make some noise...no offense to the prior four competitors.

Hood: Calling those guys competitors is a slap in the face to real competitors.

*Depth tries to lock up. Zolton side steps the attempt. Depth spins around...Zolton throws a spinning heel kick...Depth ducks! Zolton spins 360 degrees...Depth reaches up looking to hit Rough Cut.*

Rockwell: Rough Cut!

Hood: Holy shit!

*Z pushes Depth away!! Depth hits the ropes, he bounces off and catches a BIGGGG Boot into the face! Depth slams onto the canvas, the back of his head taking the brunt of the fall. Blinking rapidly, he shakes his head...in mental disarray. Zolton grabs Depth by the hair, pulling him back to his feet. He hurls him toward the ropes again...Depth bounces off...Z scoops him off his feet, spins around and slams him to the mat! Depth is down...Z pops to one knee before raining down a series of right fists into Depth's head.*

Rockwell: It is ALL Zolton right now!

Hood: Depth might want to re-think walking away from a mediocre porn career. At least he wasn't getting his ass kicked.

Rockwell: I think he may need to tag Puffer in. Some people say Depth thinks Puffer is the weak link...however, if you look at the rankings, they would argue Puffer is a top ten competitor.

Hood: Can't believe you're just shitting all over this company during a ppv. Unbelievable.

*The ref forces a break, giving Depth a much needed reprieve. Rolling onto his stomach, Depth looks over at Puffer (who is still trying to give him the mask). A certain amount of rage consumes Depth. Zolton, after arguing with the ref, returns to his feet...he grabs Depth by the legs...Depth flips onto his back and kicks Zolton away!! Z stumbles into a corner...Depth crawls toward Puffer and makes the tag, slapping the mask in Puffer's hand! The crowd pops!*

Rockwell: And here comes The Good Detective!

Hood: It seems the sight of that mask gave Depth enough anger to move his ass across the ring.

Rockwell: Yep...he still isn't wearing it, though.

*Depth, mask in hand, takes a seat on the apron, back against the ring post, doing his best to catch his breath and recover from the quick but devastating beating he just took. Puffer launches across the ring, leaping through the air with a HUGE splash onto Zolton!! The fans pop! Puffer drags Zolton toward the center of the ring...Zolton fights Puffer off, shoving him into the ropes. Puffer bounces off...Zolton throws a lariat...Puffer ducks, leaps through the air, hops onto the middle rope, spring boards off, toward Zolton with an attempted inziguri...but Zolton catches Puffer's boot! He hoists Puffer up for a powerbomb! Puffer flips over, slides down Zolton's back and pulls him over with a sunset flip...the ref slides in for the count, but Zolton kicks out before his hand can hit the mat. Puffer pops back to his feet...the larger Zolton takes a little longer...Puffer rushes forward and snares Zolton in a front face lock...but the larger, stronger Zolton bullrushes Puffer, bullying him into his team's corner. Haze reaches out, making the tag.*

Rockwell: Puffer is trying but Zolton appears too big, too strong.

Hood: And now Haze is entering the match so...that's a good thing for Puffer, right?

Rockwell: Haze has taken his lumps but he's improving, Hood.

Hood: Nice way of saying "DUDE HAS NO CHANCE...NO CHANCE IN HELL!!"

*Puffer fights like hell to keep Zolton's head locked. Haze enters and immediately jams a thumb into Puffer's eye. The ref, obstructed, does nothing about it. Free, Zolton drives his shoulder into Puffer's abdomen several times. He stands...Puffer is leaning forward, gasping for air. The ref yells at Z to get out of the ring...Z lifts a HUGE knee into Puffer's face, sending the Good Detective reeling backward, leaning hard into the corner. He steps out. Haze steps in and lifts Puffer up, onto the top rope. Haze hops up there, joining Jack. The crowd rises with anticipation.*

Rockwell: Well, this certainly has 'calamity' written all over it.

Hood: Haze isn't fucking around. He's heard the whispers - the snickering backstage. Dude wants to shut some mouths.

Rockwell: This is a great opportunity for that.

*Joining Puffer at the top, Haze hooks Jack for a Superplex. Puffer punches Haze in the ribs, doing his best to avoid being tossed to the mat. Haze loses his grip. Both men trade punches...they teeter back and forth. Zolton reaches up, grabbing Puffer's leg. Jack looks down, trying to shake him off...Haze leans in with a headbutt followed but a stiff shot to the gut. Puffer is stunned. Zolton lets go as the ref hurries around Haze for a better look. The fans boo.*

Rockwell: Jack is trapped in the enemy corner...this isn't looking good.

Hood: Total lack of awareness. You NEVER put yourself in that position.

*With very little real estate to roam, Haze squeezes Jack's head between his legs...he hooks Jack's waist and falls backward dropping Puffer right on his head with a Spike Piledriver from the top rope!! The crowd gasps! A few yell "OH SHIT!" Puffer's body goes into convulsions. Depth, on his feet atop the apron freaks out, yelling for the ref to do something. The ref is just like, "What you want me to do?" Haze holds his tailbone for a second...impact wasn't an entirely friendly one.*

Rockwell: Oh my gosh!! He just dropped Jack right on his head with a piledriver from the top rope!!

Hood: That's it, Jack's dead. Whatever remained of his damaged brain is forever scrambled.

Rockwell: Seriously...that head of his has taken so much damage. Might need to think about re-evaluating whether or not he can continue.

*Haze crawls over, shoving Jack's shoulders to the mat. The ref slides in. 1! 2! 3...NO!!!! Jack gets the shoulder up! The crowd goes wild.*

Rockwell: He kicked out!

Hood: We sure that wasn't a spasm?

Rockwell: Not entirely...so I'm going to go with a kick out...based upon instinct.

*Depth, for the first time in weeks looking as though he truly gives a shit about Puffer, yells out, "C'mon, Jack!! Let's go, buddy!" he slips on the mask and extends his hand for a tag. Puffer's hazy eyes (NO PUN INTENDED) look up and see the mask covered face of Depth. He smiles. It gives him energy...he crawls toward Depth. Haze, like Zolton, is arguing with the ref. Z yells and points...Haze sees Jack getting away. He hobbles over...his tailbone still pained from the fall. He tries to grab Jack's leg but it's too late...he lunges forward and tags in Depth!! The crowd goes wild!! Puffer rolls under the bottom rope to the floor...Depth leaps over the top rope and charges Haze.*

Rockwell: The tide has turned! The team of Private Dicks are finally on the same page!

Hood: Shit.

Rockwell: Depth has put the mask on and is finally buying in! This could be their night!

*Puffer watches from the floor, peeking in over the apron. Depth is unleashing violent right hands into Anderson's head. Puffer's brow furrows. He seems to recognize something - remember something. His smile flattens out...eventually down-turning into a frown. A look of pain and anger overtake him. He stands and hobbles over toward the announce table. Meanwhile, Depth whips Haze across the ring after bashing him in the head multiple times. He flies in with a huge SPEAR into the corner. He backs away...Haze stumbles forward...Depth kicks him in the gut and drops him with a DDT! The crowd is chanting "DICKS! DICKS! DICKS!" Depth pops to his feet, firing up...he's never felt so good, so alive...so at home in this profession. Things are finally clicking.*

Rockwell: Haze is ripe for the picking! A pin is inevitable!

Hood: Fucking Haze.

*THWACK!!!!*

Rockwell: OH MY!

Hood: HOLY SHIT

*Stunned silence grips the throat of the arena. Depth collapses to the ground, head split wide open. Standing over him is an enraged Puffer, holding a steel chair. Even the ref is frozen with confusion. Puffer isn't finished...he raises the chair high in the air. Depth lifts a shaky arm, begging Puffer to stop. Jack swings the chair to the mat with FULL FORCE, crushing the head of Depth. He does it again and again. Haze crawls away toward his corner, using the ropes to regain his footing. He begins to head over but Zolton stops him, saying "Let him do the work for us." Haze nods along.*

Rockwell: Puffer is killing Depth!

Hood: No shit. What the fuck happened...did Jack get a-hold of some bath salts or some shit?

Rockwell: I have no idea...but some kind of madness has overtaken the Good Detective. We've never seen him this angry.

*Finished, Puffer looks at the chair, covered in Depth's blood...bashed into oblivion. He looks down at the crimson soaked masked face of his partner. Puffer reaches up, rips his mask off and throws it away...he tears his uniform down the middle, destroying it. The ref reaches out, trying to help Jack find some level of sanity. Puffer twirls around, violently, chair raised...the ref backs away, hands up. Puffer flings the chair out of the ring and marches for the ropes, exiting the ring. Angrily, spitting some of Depth's blood from his mouth, Puffer marches up the ramp before disappearing through the ropes leaving everyone stunned.*

Rockwell: Puffer has vacated the match and Depth...well, I don't even think he's conscious.

Hood: So much for Private Dicks.

*Haze steps forward. The ref does as well...like two men approaching a car wreck - with caution. They look at one another. The match is still going. No bell has rung.*

Rockwell: I guess a DQ could have been called...but it'd be Disqualifying Haze and Zolton for, well, nothing.

Hood: Right? Not their fault Puffer and Depth are more dysfunctional than an episode of The Housewives from Detroit.

Rockwell: So Cold in the D.

*"PIN HIM" Zolton yells. Haze snaps back into attack mode, ripping the dead weighted, bloodied body of Depth off the mat and onto his shoulders. In one fluid, dangerous motion, he drops Depth on his head with Haze Effect (Attitude Adjustment)!! Depth is finished. Haze makes the cover, hooking a dead leg. The ref slides in. 1! 2! 3!!!!*

Minos: Ladies and Gentlemen...Private Dicks have been Eliminated!

Rockwell: Tonight was the first and most likely last night we'll hear the name Private Dicks.

Hood: RIP

Rockwell: Might also be the final time we see John E Depth inside a GCWA ring.

Hood: Hope not. Guy was finally getting interesting.

*Medics, already situated around the ring after seeing what took place, rush in, tending to Depth. Haze heads toward his corner, ecstatic over the biggest win of his career. Zolton gives him a fist bump before offering some advice, telling Haze to "remain focused." Depth is dumped onto a stretcher and wheeled away from the ring, to the back and likely to a hospital.*

Rockwell: No idea what happened with Jack Puffer...but he lost his mind tonight and eviscerated the person he calls his 'best friend.'

Hood: Maybe Jack is dating that Uber Driver Depth gave a 1 star review.

Rockwell: I doubt that, Hood. But I'm sure, given the nature of this profession, we'll get an explanation from Puffer in due time. However shocking that was...this match rolls on. Zolton and Haze are the active team with several more to come!

Hood: Biggest win for Haze in his career, right?

Rockwell: Yep...I told you Haze has improved and it finally showed tonight. Plus, teaming with Zolton, a veteran who has won multiple championships, is likely keeping him focused and on point. This is a great pairing.

Hood: I can't argue that.

Minos: And now, introducing the next team...

*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 is filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones and Byson Kaliban slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd. They tend towards the negative nowadays.*

Minos: Coming to the ring... weighing a combined 410 lbs... here is the team of Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban!!

*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. Kaliban seems to be enjoying the reaction a little more. Climbing onto the apron, Duce goes to the corner to his right, climbing onto the second rope and peering out into the crowd. Byson joins him on the other side. Duce jumps over the top rope, while Byson just steps through as they prepare for action..*

Rockwell: Things are getting more intense!

Hood: The former World Tag-Team Champs are here, so things are only getting tougher for Haze & Zolton!

*Duce steps through the ropes, ready to get things started. Haze, still the legal man, gets himself set to go at it with Duce, moving towards him... and Byson suddenly comes in from behind, giving Haze a blindspot clothesline!! Haze is down, as Byson stomps away at him, working to do as much damage as possible as the crowd boos. Duce, meanwhile, has turned back and gone onto the apron, taking up the typical spot for a tag-team partner. Zolton, furious, tries to come in, but the referee is asking him to back off. In the meantime, with the ref distracted, Byson gives Haze a low knee, bending him over in agony!! Byson then drags Haze with him over to the corner, reaching out and tagging in his brother. As Byson holds Haze forward into the ropes, Duce uses the apron, giving Haze the Nice To Knee You (Swinging Knee Lift On Ropes)!!! Haze falls back into the ring, stunned, as Duce uses the ropes to spring himself over, splashing onto the wrestler! He makes the cover, with the referee hurrying over to make the count... 1... 2... and Haze still manages to kick out! Duce immediately drags Haze up, wanting to continue their momentum.*

Rockwell: A dirty trick from Duce & Byson has really given them the advantage so far.

Hood: Hey, it's not Duce's fault that Haze assumed he was going to be the legal man...

Rockwell: He walked towards him instead of going to the apron!

Hood: Maybe he saw a quarter on the ground and wanted to pick it up before it got kicked...

Rockwell: THERE WAS NO QUARTER!!

Hood: Or Haze managed to pick it up first, he WAS down there...

*Duce has Haze in the wrong corner now, driving kicks down into him. He tags in Byson again, who steps into the ring with a pleased smile on his face. Duce directs him back, giving Byson a whip towards the corner. Byson slides in baseball style, nailing Haze in the chest! Duce then follows behind his brother, giving Haze a knee to the head! Haze looks to be in bad shape as Byson drags him out, making the cover... 1... 2.. and Zolton is there, kicking Byson off of Haze to keep the match going! Byson complains to the referee, who immediately goes to back Zolton up. Byson then immediately slides out of the ring, while Duce comes in, without making a legal tag. Duce gets on Haze, applying a reverse choke, stretching Haze backwards! The referee finally turns around after getting Zolton back, and Duce immediately releases his grip, getting up. He pulls Haze with him, taking him back to tag in Byson again. His brother hops in, getting a few free shots at Haze before the ref directs Duce out of the ring. Byson then hauls Haze up, teasingly directing him towards Zolton before pulling him back to him with a short-arm clothesline! He makes the cover... 1... 2... and Haze gets out in time!*

Rockwell: Things are getting dire for Haze & Zolton...

Hood: At this point, Duce & Byson will be breezing to the next round!

*Zolton is angrily pacing, really wanting to be in there at this point. Byson mockingly pulls Haze up, pointing him towards Zolton again to tell him that there's no way he's getting that tag. Byson laughs, starting to pull Haze around back towards Duce, but Haze starts fighting, trying to get up, reaching out towards Zolton!! Byson struggles for a moment, managing to block Haze, and he lifts him up, driving him backwards. But Haze gets a shot to Byson's throat, surprising him! Haze then starts for Zolton again, but Byson blocks him again, angrily wrapping his hands around him from behind... but Haze twista and lifts Byson up on his shoulders out of nowhere, startling Byson! Haze then drops with the Haze Effect (Attitude Adjustment)!!! Byson is down, stunned, as Haze starts to crawl towards the nearby Zolton! Duce is in shock, his mouth open at what just happened, and doesn't react soon enough to do anything. Haze reaches out... and the tag is made!!*

Hood: Oh boy...

Rockwell: We're about to see a pent-up Zolton unleashed!

Hood: This isn't good for Byson... get outta there, man!

*Byson, still a little stunned, hasn't been able to tag in his brother yet as Zolton charges him, smashing Byson into the corner with a running shoulder tackle!! Byson slumps there, as Duce jumps over the ropes to help him out. But Zolton is ready for him, turning and catching the airborne Duce! He spins with him, landing a twisting power slam!! Duce rolls away, as Zolton turns back to Byson. He lands a standing side kick in the corner, knocking Byson backwards! Zolton then starts punishing Byson with shot after shot, containing the former tag champ. Duce gets up, ignoring the referee's orders as he painfully heads towards Zolton. Haze, seeing this, comes in as well, running at Duce and getting a spear!! The two wrestlers roll away, still fighting, as the referee is trying to separate them. He doesn't want to lose control this early. In the meantime, Zolton has pulled Byson up in the corner, setting him up... and delivering Smite (Full Nelson Slam)!! Byson's down, but Zolton doesn't bother with a cover, knowing that the referee is busy.*

Rockwell: We're starting to break down here!

Hood: Get control, ref! We've still got an infinite number of teams to come down!

Rockwell: Maybe not that many...

Hood: Sure feels like it...

*Haze and Duce are still fighting in the ring, with Haze holding his own against the former North American champion. He lands some shots in the corner, while the ref is still trying to get between the two. Duce uses the opportunity to score his own shot over the ref's head, trying to take control. In the meantime, Zolton has gotten Byson out of the corner, setting him up near the middle of the ring for Welcome To The Gates (Crucifix Power Bomb)!! He starts to get Byson behind him... and Byson pulls something out of his pocket, spraying Zolton in the face with it!!! Zolton immediately falls backwards, clutching at his burning eyes, as Byson looks to hide the evidence. He grabs at Zolton, pulling him up to try and set up the big man for BK'S Way (Whiplash Stunner)! But suddenly, the bell is ringing, confusing Byson. He lets Zolton go, looking around, and seeing the referee pointing towards the side. After a few seconds, Minos, having gotten the message, steps up.*

Minos: Due to a Disqualification... Duce Jones & Byson Kaliban have been eliminated!!

Hood: Fuck!

Rockwell: The ref saw it! He must have seen whatever that spray was!

Hood: Damn it, that sucks! A major contender gets screwed by the refs!!

*Byson and Duce both look furious, yelling at the referee, threatening violence. In the meantime, Haze has helped Zolton back into their corner, getting some water from a nearby attendant to help flush out Zolton's eyes. Neither Byson nor Duce seem like they want to leave, so the referee signals for GCWA Security to come in.*

Rockwell: This isn't looking good...

Hood: That ref should get out of there, I'm just saying...

*The referee orders the security guards to get Byson & Duce out of there. Duce immediately responds, nailing the referee with a right hand!! Security moves in, but Byson and Duce start brawling with them, sending security guard flying in every direction!! Haze & Zolton stay out of it, with Haze more concerned with Zolton's condition. The referee is still down, so Duce turns and rushes at him... ko'ing the ref with a Krayzed Knee (Running Busaki Knee Strike)!!! The ref is down and not moving, as more security begins to show up, as well as what looks to be police officers. Seeing this, Byson tells Duce they need to depart, and the two brothers head over the railing and disappear into the crowd.*

Rockwell: A wave of destruction there, and we still have a long ways to go!

Hood: Someone tell the Barrows we need another ref!

*After a few seconds of chaos as the bodies are removed, another referee finally appears, running down the aisle and sliding into the ring. He nods to Minos, ready to continue.*

Minos: Introducing the next team...

*The lights start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of Disturbed's song: 'The Infection'. After the heavy intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as lyrics of the song begin, a man steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He wears black full-length wrestling tights with the word "Venom" coming down across the left tight and "XL" on the right, both in dark orange lettering. He wears black shiny wrestling boots that have a skull logo of sorts on the outside part, also dark orange in color. He wears no top, but sports black elbow pads and orange wrist tape.*

Minos: First, standing 6'2" and weighing 225 lbs... from Los Angeles, California... here is Venom XL, Xavier Lux!!!

Hood: Holy shit! Is that Scorpion's kid??

Rockwell: Scorpion? Did he ever wrestle in the GCWA?

Hood: No, but he was a hell of a fighter! And I think Venom is just as dangerous!

*Xavier stands there looking around, indifferent to the mix reaction from the crowd, but feeling full of confidence at the same time. He runs his hand through his bald head as he waits for his tag team partner. His music dies down and then the lights go out, silence filling the air. The intro to "No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park begins and you hear the crowd pop loudly, recognizing right away whose music that is. Blue lights fill the arena and you can see the anticipation in the fans' faces for the son of the Hall of Famer, and Hall of Famer himself. They begin to clap along to the beat of the song, and as it reaches the drum crescendo, a spotlight hits the entrance. The crowd pops even louder as there they see the man, with his back to them, arms stretched out, sporting the skull leather jacket made famous by his father. He wears almost matching tights and boots with his partner, but his color of choice is a deep blue, and his boots have the same silver skull logo from his jacket. On his left tight it has the initials "MK" and on the right, "The Legacy".*

Minos: And his partner... standing 6'2" and weighing 220 lbs... from Miami, Florida... making his return to the GCWA as a GCWA Hall of Famer... here is "His Legacy" Marcus Ka'Derrion!!!

Rockwell: I never expected to see Ka'Derrion again!!

Hood: The son of The Punisher, carrying on his legacy once again!

Rockwell: Is this now the team to beat??

*The crowd pop even louder after hearing Marcus Ka'Derrion's name, he turns around slowly and takes in the love from the crowd, and for a moment or two he seems to be overwhelmed by it. He brings a fist up to his mouth, fighting the emotions and then finally applauds back, pointing back to all of them. He joins his tag team partner and gives him a side fist bump but then Xavier pats him in the back proudly. They start making their way down to the ring as their video package plays on the big screen, showing mostly Marcus' stuff from back in the day and some of Xavier's stuff from NLW. Marcus gives fans on either side of the ramp fist bumps but Xavier remains focused on the ring, ignoring the fans as they reach out. Once they hit the ring, Marcus climbs onto one of the corners pointing to the sky and the crowd gives another loud pop. He stands on the second turnbuckle still soaking it all in, then slowly lowers his arm, pointing around now to the crowd as a form of thanks for their support after all this time, not only to him but to his father. He continues to play to the crowd, trying to get Xavier into it but he waves him off, going to the opposite corner where he awaits the start/restart of the match.*

Hood: So Haze & Zolton, having already been through two matches, have to face Ka'Derrion and Lux?

Rockwell: Don't forget that Zolton got blinded earlier as well...

Hood: Well, damn, they're fucked!

*Zolton has continued to pour some water across his face, in an attempt to get as much vision back as possible. Since his partner is still struggling, though, Haze has stepped through the ropes, ready to take on the dangerous team in front of him. Xavier elects to start for his team, entering to square off against Haze. The two men lock up, with Xavier quickly switching Haze around into a headlock. Haze pushes Xavier off into the ropes, trying for a charge, but Xavier stops his momentum and turns, taking Haze by surprise and launching him over with a hip toss! Haze hops up, only to get hip tossed again, followed by an arm drag takedown! Haze rolls away, trying to pull himself back together, as Xavier kips up to the cheers of the crowd, loving seeing him in action again. He goes after Haze in the corner, striking away with some elbow and forearm shots to work the younger man over. Xavier then pulls Haze out of the corner and takes him over to the side, towards his partner.*

Rockwell: First time we've ever seen former NLW wrestler Xavier Lux in the GCWA...

Hood: He looks pretty damn good so far, but then, this is against a tired tag-team.

Rockwell: Haze & Zolton have already scored two strong upsets, Hood. I wouldn't rule them out just yet...

*Marcus gets tagged in, to the cheers of the crowd. He comes in, grabbing at Haze and keeping him in their corner. He lands a series of European uppercuts, rocking Haze's head back. Marcus then drags Haze out of the corner and uses a dragon leg snap-mere to put Haze on the mat! Haze tries to get away, but Marcus locks onto his leg, applying an anklelock submission with a grapevine thrown in! Haze is shouting out, hurting, but refusing to give up, wanting to continue fighting. Suddenly, Zolton is there, kicking away at Marcus! Although he only grazes the veteran, it's enough to cause the break, with Marcus releasing the hold and getting up. Zolton is directed back by the referee, almost taking a swing at him before realizing who it was. Clearly, Zolton's vision is not coming back as fast as he would like. Ka'Derrion, not worrying about it, gets Haze back up and brings him over, tagging back in Xavier to get in some more shots.*

Rockwell: Man, Haze is desperate for a tag at this point, but would bringing in Zolton be the smart move?

Hood: At this point, Haze should just think about himself. Tag in Zolton and run.

Rockwell: That would be pointless! They've made a strong tag-team so far!

Hood: All good things come to an end... you might as well end them on your terms!

*Xavier works over Haze some more, taking him up and landing a body slam in the center of the ring. He then makes the cover, wanting to move on in the Gauntlet... 1... 2... but Haze refuses to give up, kicking out in time! Xavier gets up, pulling Haze with him. He gets Haze back into the corner, going on top with him and landing a few more punches before setting him up for a hurricanrana off the top! But wait, Haze hangs on, and Xavier takes the trip on his own, crashing backwards to the mat!! Haze immediately straightens up on the turnbuckle, looking dazed but still wanting to fight. He jumps off, landing a flying elbow onto Xavier!! The crowd cheers in response as Haze rolls away to the side, heading near his own corner. Marcus, surprised, is reaching out to Xavier, wanting to get tagged in. Xavier, shaking it off, rolls over that direction. He tags in Marcus, even as Haze gets over to Zolton... and tags him in!! Zolton steps through the ropes, looking furious as he goes after Marcus Ka'Derrion, seemingly able to see enough to know who to focus on!*

Rockwell: Nothing's going to keep Zolton down!

Hood: A man with his size and strength who can't see very well? We might lose another ref!

Rockwell: We've still got plenty in the back...

*Marcus tries to stop Zolton, swinging away at him, but Zolton blocks the punches, then lashes out himself, picking Marcus up and delivering a pull in lariat!! Marcus goes down, as Xavier leaps into the ring, only to be caught and spun into a powerslam from Zolton!! The big man looks fired up, although he's still rubbing his eyes with his arm whenever he has the chance. Marcus gets back to his feet, but Zolton leaps, hitting a standing dropkick that sends Marcus flying! Xavier jumps on Zolton's back, but Zolton flings him over his shoulder, dropping Xavier to the ground in front of him. Zolton then jumps for the Titan Crush (Spinning Roundhouse Kick)!! But he's a little off-target, allowing Xavier to duck underneath it, avoiding a painful blow! Marcus then comes back, smashing Zolton in the back of his one downed leg!! Zolton goes down, yelling, as Xavier comes back in, leaping up to drop his weight back-first onto Zolton! Marcus grabs for the leg, trying to twist it around, but now Haze is back, nailing Marcus with a clothesline! Xavier goes to grab Haze, but Zolton trips him up from the ground, making him sprawl out on the canvas.*

Rockwell: We're losing control again!

Hood: How can you expect teams to stay on the sidelines in a match like this? Should have just made it Tornado Rules throughout!

*The referee is doing his best to pull this one back together, ordering Haze and Xavier to depart the ring. In the meantime, Zolton has gotten back up, limping slightly. Marcus is back up as well, greeting Zolton with some kicks to the side of his injured leg. Zolton, hobbled, bends over, with Marcus continuing to focus on the leg of the larger wrestler. He goes off the ropes and comes back, trying for a knee from behind, but Zolton steps out of the way, avoiding it. He spins back, catching the off-balance Marcus and lifting him up, delivering a spinning side slam!! Marcus is down, with Zolton making the cover... 1... 2.. but Marcus kicks out! Zolton pulls himself up, wincing as he puts weight on his hurting leg. He drags Marcus over to his corner, where Haze is waiting. He tags in Haze, with the wrestler stepping through the ropes. Haze then lifts Marcus up, delivering an atomic drop, with Zolton adding to it with a lariat right afterwards!! Haze then makes the cover... 1... 2... but Marcus kicks out again, staying in this one.*

Hood: Can you imagine if Haze & Zolton lock down their third win here??

Rockwell: It could definitely happen, if they can isolate Ka'Derrion here!

Hood: Beating Depth/Puffer, Duce/Byson, AND the Sins of the Fathers in the same night? That'd be legendary!

*Haze hauls Marcus Ka'Derrion up, immediately trying to lift him up onto his shoulders for the Haze Effect!! Marcus is fighting, though, refusing to be thrown, as he kicks his legs frantically. He manages to get free, falling backwards into the nearby corner... and knocking a surprised Zolton off the apron!! Haze, seeing this, charges at Marcus, but the wrestler sidesteps Haze, letting him crash into the turnbuckle. As Haze staggers back out, Marcus turns and grabs him from behind... delivering His Legacy (Crucifix Powerbomb)!! Haze is down, but Marcus doesn't go for the pin. Instead, he gets up and heads over to Xavier, tagging him in. Xavier quickly hurries over, grabbing Haze and dragging him up onto the turnbuckle. Haze tries to fight back, but he's too winded at this point, as Xavier is able to bring him off the top and land The Cure (Death Valley Driver off the top)!!! The crowd roars at seeing this move land, even as Xavier makes the cover... 1... 2... Zolton tries to come back in, but is blocked by Marcus... 3!!!!*

Minos: Anderson Haze & Zolton have been eliminated!!

Rockwell: A great night for Haze & Zolton, but making it through so many teams was just too much to ask!

Hood: Definitely nothing to be ashamed of, falling to a tag-team with a GCWA Hall of Famer on it!

Rockwell: Now the question is, how long can Ka'Derrion & Lux last, with several teams still to come?

*As Haze and Zolton leave the ring, Marcus & Xavier move to their corner, waiting for whoever is next.*

Minos: Next. entering the match... weighing a combined 295 lbs... from Olympus and the Underworld... here are Hades & Zeus... the Greek Gods!!

*Enter Sandman hits! Thunder sounds. Lightning Strikes! Sure, this isn't the proper order but, whatever. Zeus emerges, his head held high. Darkness suddenly covers the arena like a giant cloud swallowing the sun. Hades emerges. Standing shoulder to shoulder, the two brothers from Olympus make their way to the ring as arrogantly as their tiny bodies will allow. Zeus climbs the steps. Hades rolls in under the bottom rope. Zeus finds a nearby corner and ascends, holding his arms out to soak in the worship. Hades drops to the mat and wiggles around, sticking his tongue out, trying to roll his eyes into the back of the head (only half achieved). He seems to be attempting to seduce people into joining him in the underworld. All of this ridiculousness stops and both men return to the mat, on their feet, heading into their corner.*

Rockwell: This is easily the biggest match the Greek Gods have ever been a part of...

Hood: Well, in the GCWA, at least...

Rockwell: You think they stand a chance in the Underworld here?

Hood: Nope.

*After a quick game of "Who Goes First", Hades finally steps into the ring, while Zeus moves to the apron. Xavier's still the legal man for The Sins of the Fathers. Hades shows off his 'muscular physique' towards Xavier, who doesn't seem impressed. Hades then starts to channel the powers of the underworld, preparing to let loose a show of force that would incinerate Xavier on the spot. Xavier opts not to wait for that to happen, instead grabbing Hades by the arm and shooting him into the corner. Xavier then charges, nailing Hades with The Toxin (Corner Drop Kick To Jaw)!!! Hades topples over, seemingly out of it, as Xavier turns and tags in Marcus. Zeus, seeing things already starting to go bad, comes through the ropes, wanting to rush at the two men. He gets hung up at first, but finally manages to get through the ropes... just quickly enough for Xavier to scoop him up, delivering The Cure on the canvas!!*

Hood: What a surprise, the Greek Gods are going down...

Rockwell: Someday, these guys might get a win here in the GCWA...

Hood: And someday, I might show respect to Jones, but we're not holding our breath...

*Xavier makes sure to get Zeus out of the ring, even as Marcus grabs Hades by the foot and drags him towards the center of the ring. Hades comes to, shouting expletives at Marcus while saying that you never do this to a Greek God. Marcus, for some reason, isn't listening, as he latches onto Hades' legs and twists him into The Punisher (Elevated Texas Cloverleaf)!!! Hades is immediately screaming, slapping the mat with all his might! The referee signals for the bell, then tells Martcus to release the hold, which he does... eventually.*

Minos: The Greek Gods have been eliminated!!

Rockwell: And the Greek Gods are gone...

Hood: They actually lasted longer than I expected...

Minos: Now entering the match... weighing a combined 435 lbs... joined by their associate, Link Greenie... here are Manny Cotti and Al Fredo... The Impasta Mafia!!

*"Italian Mafia" by Sicilian Heart begins to play, leading out the Impasta Mafia family. The three men make their way down, with Greenie wearing a flamboyant green suit, while the others are in proper wrestling gear. They head into the ring, ignoring the boos from the Garden.*

Rockwell: You'd think the Impasta Mafia might actually have some support here in New York City.

Hood: And you'd be wrong.

Rockwell: The 'mafia' hasn't had the best of luck since coming to the GCWA this month. Maybe tonight will be different.

Hood: Only if someone owes them a favor or two...

*Fredo and Cotti seem to be upset at the crowd reaction, having expected them to be loved here in Madison Square Garden. Cotti gets up on the turnbuckle, signaling his displeasure with the reaction, while Al Fredo angrily talks it over with Link Greenie. Seeing Cotti on the turnbuckle, Xavier quickly comes up behind him, picking up the surprised Cotti and taking him off the top with The Cure!!!! The fans roar, even as Xavier makes the cover... 1... 2... Fredo realizes what's happening, but he's too late... 3!!!!*

Rockwell: Wow!

Hood: Now that's about the speed I was expecting earlier...

Minos: The Impasta Mafia has been eliminated!!

*Link Greenie gets up on the apron, looking shocked. He asked the referee why they started so quickly, and that he didn't hear a bell. The referee quickly explains that in a match like this, there is no bell between falls, which the Impasta Mafia should have known. Al Fredo pulls Manny Cotti out of the ring, checking on his little friend, as Greenie declares that the referee will pay for this indignity. The referee doesn't look afraid. Greenie jumps down, joining Fredo and Cotti as they start to make their way out.*

Hood: Poor Fredo, he never even got into the match!

Rockwell: Sometimes that's the way it works...

Hood: Well, when you're dealing with a match as big as this one, there will be quick falls.

Minos: Now entering the Gauntlet match...

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

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

"NOW HERE WE GO FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME!"

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

Hood: I've been waiting for this all night!!

Rockwell: Quite the coincidence, Hart & Raven entering this match second-to-last, isn't it?

Hood: Hey, you saw what happened with Depth early on. The drawing was perfectly random, and they fixed any changes Depth made!

Rockwell: I'm not sure I believe that. Barrows seems intent to give Hart & Raven the easiest path...

Hood: He set up this Gauntlet specifically to test them! Why would he do that if he wanted them to win?

Rockwell: It certainly looks good to promote them as winners, even though they didn't have to face the majority of teams...

Hood: Well, they've still got to get past the Sins of the Fathers, so it's not like they've got it easy!

*Hart looks supremely confident, taking an extra few moments on the turnbuckle, even as Raven moves over to the apron. Hart signals that the belts are coming home, fired up... and then he's grabbed from behind by Ka'Derrion, who takes Hart off the corner with His Legacy (Crucifix Powerbomb)!!! The crowd is shocked, roaring, as Marcus makes the cover, holding Hart down... 1.... 2.... and Raven dives in, breaking up the fall!! The referee moves to send Raven out of the ring, as Marcus quickly drags Hart backwards towards their corner.*

Rockwell: We almost saw another quick elimination, but that one would have been huge!

Hood: Damn, Hart's inexperience showed there! He's used to having the time to get the crowd behind him, but in a Gauntlet, there's no time to waste!

Rockwell: Hart & Raven are immediately on the defensive to start off, which gives The Sins of The Fathers the best chance...

*Xavier Lux has been tagged in at this point, joining with Marcus to lift up Hart and deliver a double side suplex! Hart's hurting, but still fighting to get up, as Xavier steps over to get into position. As Hart rises, Xavier leaps up, catching him with a headscissors that sends Hart over the top rope to the floor!!! Hart manages to get his feet underneath him while landing, but still takes a tumble, rolling out the momentum. He slowly gets to his feet, trying to figure out what's going on. In the meantime, Xavier is running to the ropes, far enough away from Raven so he can't do anything. Xavier then charges towards where Hart is, leaping out over the ropes with a flipping pescado onto him!! The crowd is loving it, although Raven appears to be deeply concerned at this turn of events. Outside, Xavier drags Hart up and rolls him into the ring, following behind him. He then drops his weight onto Hart for the cover, hanging on tightly... 1.... 2.... and Hart kicks out in time.*

Rockwell: Hart really needs to find a way to tag in his partner at this point.

Hood: Ka'Derrion & Lux are showing how experienced they are. Raven may be taking the path of Al Fredo and never entering the match!

Rockwell: The oddsmakers are losing their minds right now...

*Marcus tags in, coming over to the downed Hart and picking him up. Before Hart can do anything, Marcus lifts him up and lands a kneebreaker!! Hart drops to the ground, clutching at his knee, but Marcus doesn't let him get free. He concentrates again on the leg, this time turning into it and bending it backwards in a cross kneelock! Hart is fighting against the pain, knowing that his mobility is starting to be taken away from him. Marcus keeps the hold on while reaching back, tagging in Xavier again. Lux springs his way in, landing on Hart with a double stomp!! As Marcus releases his hold, Xavier drops to make the cover, hanging onto the legs... 1.... 2.... and Raven is there to kick Xavier in the back, breaking it up! The ref again orders Raven away, even as Xavier gets up, having no interest in using the ref's distraction to his advantage.*

Hood: I'm really starting to wonder if The Sins of the Fathers are going to prove Barrows right!

Rockwell: What, that he wasn't testing Hart & Raven because he didn't want to see them lose?

Hood: I'm starting to feel that this is the way we're going! And I don't like it!

*As Hart tries to find a way to get to his feet, Xavier is on the attack again, showing no mercy. He leaps up, catching Hart with an enziguri, putting him on his back once more! Xavier then goes off the ropes and comes back, leaping up to drop a leg onto, no, Hart suddenly jumps up, avoiding the leg drop!! Xavier hits the mat, hurting his hip and spine from the impact! Hart, meanwhile, almost falls down again, having taken a lot of abuse. Xavier pulls himself up, grabbing at Hart and shoving him forward. Hart, though, does a handspring into the ropes and comes back, leaping into the Hart Breaker (Lethal Injection)!!! The Garden erupts, even as Marcus and Raven both desperately reach for a tag, wanting in. Xavier is able to roll first, tagging in Ka'Derrion... but Hart does a final leap before Marcus can get to him, making the hot tag to Raven!!*

Rockwell: Here comes the G.O.A.T.!

Hood: Greatest Of All Time, Baybee!

*Marcus, having tried to stop Hart, gets his balance back to prepare for Raven, but nothing can prepare him for Raven flying over the ropes with a springboard corkscrew elbow!! Marcus goes flying away, as Raven gets back to his feet, seeing Xavier rushing into the ring. Raven meets him with a running lariat, flipping Xavier around! Raven dishes out a second lariat to Marcus, keeping him on the mat, before turning back to Xavier and leaping into the F.Y.S. (Superkick)!! Xavier hits the mat and rolls out of the ring, taken out for a little while. Raven then runs at Marcus, getting a swinging neckbreaker! He covers the man, trying to hold him down... 1.. 2.. but Marcus kicks free! Raven is quick to readjust his position, though, trying to lock Marcus into the Ravenlock (Triangle Choke)!!! Marcus manages to reach his legs out, getting them through the ropes, immediately stopping the submission before Raven can fully apply it.*

Rockwell: Raven is looking unstoppable right now!

Hood: The guy isn't just all talk, he's truly an expert in the ring!

Rockwell: I have to say, though, is the ref counting differently for Raven? It felt... faster...

Hood: You're seeing things, because you want there to be a problem...

*Hart has gotten back up in the corner, wanting the tag, and Raven gives him the chance, slapping his hand. Raven then pick Marcus up, only for Marcus to catch him with a quick uppercut, knocking Raven away! He turns... but Hart is flying in, landing On Tilt (Twisting Springboard Tornado DDT)!!! Hart covers up Marcus... 1.. 2.. and Xavier is there to break it up! He grabs at Hart, trying to toss him from the ring, but Hart gets his feet on the ropes, doing a quick backflip to end up behind Xavier! He grabs hold of Xavier's head as he turns, dropping with a facebuster! Xavier rolls away, as Hart turns back to Marcus, only for Marcus to grab hold of Hart and deliver a Sanp Cradle Brainbuster!!! The refs slides in to count, but Raven is already there, kicking Marcus away. As Marcus gets up, Raven rushes into him, landing the Divebomb (Spear)!!! Marcus drops to his side, clutching at his ribs, as Raven gets to his feet... and Xavier comes flying in from a spring off the ropes, catching Raven with a hurricanrana!!*

Rockwell: The action is fast and furious in there!

Hood: You know who's loving this? Houston & Zybala. Whoever gets through this one is going to be exhausted!

Rockwell: The advantage for the champs is real, no doubt...

*The ref looks lost, just backing away from the four-way brawl going on. Xavier has Hart back up, but Hart leaps back with a Pele kick, nailing Xavier in the head! Xavier staggers away, stunned, as Hart gets back to his feet and comes after him... only for Xavier to leap into his OWN Pele kick!! Hart goes down, while Xavier stays on the mat. On the other side, Marcus is fighting off Raven, who was trying to take him down with a Kimura Lock. Marcus reverses to the side, instead trying to drop Raven onto his back by sweeping the leg. Raven falls, but does a roll and gets right back up, coming back in quick with a swing. Marcus ducks under it, though, then picks Raven up from behind with a German suplex, throwing him down! Marcus gets to his feet, the only one standing, as he goes back over to where Hart is getting up. Marcus quickly sizes up the situation and rolls Hart up, wanting to end it... 1.... 2.... but no, Hart kicks out!*

Rockwell: That count is definitely slower...

Hood: You're imagining things...

Rockwell: I'm not the only one...

*Marcus brings Hart back up, trying to lift him onto his shoulders for His Legacy! But Hart gets a helping hand from Raven, who pulls him back down. The two men then double-team Marcus, nailing him with a double superkick!! Marcus topples away, as Xavier comes running back in, leaping in with a corkscrew splash into both Hart & Raven!! The fans are loving this one, as Xavier gets to his feet and calls for the end. He grabs at Hart, taking him towards the turnbuckle. Hart is lifted up, with Xavier setting him up for The Cure!! But Hart fights back, throwing a couple of elbows, and the two wrestlers are both balancing on top of the turnbuckle. Marcus starts to come over, holding his head, but Raven charges him, smashing Marcus with a running charge that sends him out of the ring! Xavier and Hart, meanwhile, are showing their incredible balance by fighting on the ropes next to the turnbuckle, trying to get the best of each other. They both land a shot at each other and begin to topple into the ring... and Raven leaps, catching Xavier in mid-air with The Flight Of The Raven (RKO)!!!! The place erupts, as Raven gets on top of Xavier, and the ref dives forward... 1.. 2.. 3!!!!*

Minos: The Sins of the Fathers have been eliminated!!

Hood: Hart and Raven did it!! They're going to face the champs!

Rockwell: Wait, wasn't Marcus the legal man?

Hood: You missed the tag, Adrian. It's understandable, you're getting older...

*Hart and Raven both get up, each looking very worn down. Marcus is back in the ring now, checking on Xavier. He doesn't look pleased. Nonetheless, both Hart and Raven give him and his partner a nod of respect, for giving them their first true competition in the GCWA. Marcus helps Xavier through the ropes, as we prepare for the final entry.*

Rockwell: There are some concerning things going on, but right now, they'll have to wait, as it's time for the champs!

Hood: Man, I hope Hart & Raven have enough left for this one. I really want to see Zybala's reign end...

Rockwell: It's not going to be easy, facing fresh opponents...

Minos: And now, our final entrants...

*The crowd knows what's coming, already starting to chant for the Tag-Team Champions.*

Minos: Coming out first, standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Buffalo, New York... here is the owner of Outsiders Wrestling and one-half of the GCWA World Tag-Team champions... Mike Zybala!!

*The crowd pops, even as "Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. begins to play. Mike Zybala walks out with a smile, stopping on the ramp. The GCWA World Tag-Team Title is wrapped around his waist. He raises up his hands for a second, then smiles, instead starting a walk down the aisle and greeting the fans along the way.*

Hood: I really want to know... what's in the basement of the Red Robin?

Rockwell: Nobody appears to know except for Zybala and Houston. I'm sure it will be revealed eventually.

Hood: I hate secrets. I especially hate ZYBALA secrets...

Minos: And his partner... standing 5'9" and weighing 175 lbs... from Miami, Florida... he's a former GCWA World Heavyweight Champion, and the other half of the World Tag-Team Champions... 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. The belt is in his hands, a treasured item. 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 was apparently trying to make deals with the Mob this week.

Hood: You mean like the Impasta Mafia?

Rockwell: Not even close.

Hood: Well, whatever he tried to have happen, it won't help, as Hart & Raven are taking them down!

Rockwell: If they were fresh, I'd give them better odds, Hood...

*Houston and Zybala nod to each other before stepping through the ropes, where Hart and Raven immediately rush forward to attack! But Houston and Zybala both block the strikes, driving them back. Zybala gets hold of Hart, dropping him with a Russian leg sweep! Houston, not to be outdone, spins Raven over and lands a Cradle Suplex, holding on for a potential pin... 1... 2.. and Raven is able to kick out. Houston pulls Raven back up, with Zybala coming over to join them. They land a double backbreaker on Raven, sending him sprawling painfully on the canvas! Hart tries to get up to help, but Houston & Zybala both jump into him with kicks, taking Hart out!! They kick Hart out of the ring, then go back to Raven, with the referee trying to restore order. He asks Zybala to leave, since Houston had already tried a pin, and Zybala is willing to oblige.*

Rockwell: You can clearly see who the fresher team is.

Hood: Damn it, Zybala's going to win due to a technicality. Why'd Barrows have to let them enter last?

*Houston brings Raven over towards their corner, driving him in with a shove. Houston then tags in Zybala, who jumps over the ropes and joins Houston, giving him a powerful whip towards the corner to allow Houston to nail Raven with a running kick to the head! Raven slumps to a seated position, which works perfectly for Zybala, who flies into him with a Cannonball!! Raven's crushed, as Zybala gets him out of the corner for the pin... 1... 2... and Raven is able to kick out in time. Zybala turns and tags back in Houston, holding onto Raven's legs as Houston pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle. He then springs off the ropes, coming down with a springboard 450 splash!! Zybala watches for Hart as Houston makes another pin... 1... 2... No! Raven shoves his arm off the mat at the last moment! Zybala heads back to the corner, as Houston immediately gets up and leaps with a standing shooting star press right onto Raven!! 1... 2... and somehow Raven is still kicking out!*

Rockwell: Houston & Zybala are looking like a team that's been together for years!

Hood: Hell, they've known each other that long. Seems like an unfair advantage, I mean, Hart and Raven just met not that long ago!

Rockwell: Friendship is not an unfair advantage...

Hood: Damn you and your made-for-posters comebacks.

*Houston tags in Zybala again, who goes right to Raven, applying a sleeper hold! He hangs on tightly, as Raven fights against the hold, trying not to fade out. Hart is up in his corner now, looking nervous and calling support to his partner. He tells Raven to keep fighting, with Zybala turning his way and telling him to wait his turn. Zybala then locks in the hold tighter, only to have Raven suddenly shove both men backwards, sending them crashing into the corner!! This breaks the hold, but unfortunately for Raven, it puts him in the wrong place, as Houston immediately tags himself in by hitting Zybala's shoulder. As Raven starts to get free, Houston springs over the ropes with a flying forearm, clocking Raven in the head!! He goes down hard, with Houston again trying to end it... 1... 2... 3, NO!! Hart breathes a deep sigh of relief as Raven escapes once again. Houston, a bit down since he thought that was it, pulls Raven up, as Zybala cheers him on from outside the ring... and then goes down, disappearing from view!*

Rockwell: Wait a second, what just happened to Zybala??

Hood: What? Something happened to Zybala? And I MISSED it??? What the fuck, camera guys??

Rockwell: I heard something strike, and Zybala disappeared...

*The camera pans quickly around the ring, getting to the side, where Zybala can be seen down on the ground, not moving. Standing nearby, discarding a steel chair... is Duce Jones!!! Duce quickly turns and jumps back through the crowd, departing quickly. In the meantime, Houston has finally noticed that Zybala is down, jumping off the turnbuckle to come to the outside and check on his partner. Houston clearly saw nothing, and neither did the referee, as he's not stopping the match.*

Rockwell: Duce took out Zybala!!

Hood: Hey, now, we didn't see that happen, remember?

Rockwell: It seems pretty damn obvious, Hood!

Hood: It's all circumstantial, unless the cameras picked it up!

Rockwell: So what, you're saying Zybala just tripped or something?

Hood: Wrestlers can trip. They're human too, Adrian...

*Houston tries to wake Zybala up, but he's clearly out cold. Houston's hand comes off with some blood after touching Zybala's head, and he's immediately yelling for someone to help. Raven, meanwhile, has gotten his bearing back and has dragged himself to the other side, tagging in Hart. Both look a little troubled with what's going on, but they're also willing to take the time to get some of their wind back.*

Rockwell: I don't think Zybala will be able to continue!

Hood: It's a forfeit! Yes!

Rockwell: I hate to say it, but maybe...

*As the medics begin to work on Zybala, Houston asks a couple of fans nearby what happened. They tell him, with Houston's face growing darker. He shakes his head, then looks towards the ring, knowing that the belts are still on the line. He runs forward, sliding underneath the ropes and gets up, where Hart is waiting. Hart seems to raise his eyebrows, as if asking if he's sure. In answer, Houston comes at Hart, trying a quick Houston, We've Got A Problem superkick!!! Hart manages to dodge it, though, then snaps back with one of his own spin kicks. Houston avoids that as well, as the two men continue to fire a variety of kicks at each other, each getting blocked every time! The fans are energized again after Zybala's injury, loving the flurry of moves taking place! Hart is breaking out all he knows, including leaping into a dropsault, with Houston trying the same move at the same time!! Neither, of course, connects, as they land back on their feet, considering each other. They then come back together, swinging away, as the crowd goes wild!*

Rockwell: Houston's fighting on for his team!

Hood: The odds just significantly shifted!

Rockwell: Thanks to Duce Jones!

Hood: Or an untied shoelace...

*Houston has taken control, shooting Hart into the ropes and catching him on the way back with a leaping dropkick, putting Hart down! Houston then hops up, immediately leaping with a Pele kick to Raven, knocking him off the apron! The fans cheer, loving Houston's grit, as he gets back to his feet. Hart rises as well, but Houston is there, scooping him up and delivering a Michinoku Driver!! Hart's planted, exhausted, as Houston turns and runs to the turnbuckle. He leaps up quicker than ever, knowing that he's got to pull this off fast. He sets himself, ready for Blastoff (Shooting Star Press)!! But before Houston can leap, Raven jumps back up, shaking the ropes and causing Houston to lose his balance, falling back into the ring! Houston flattens out on impact, limiting the damage, but as he gets up, Hart meets him, spinning him around with a somersault DDT!! Houston writhes on the mat after his neck was readjusted, with Hart getting over towards his corner.*

Hood: And here's where it all falls apart...

Rockwell: Houston's an amazing fighter, but a Handicap match is going to be extremely difficult...

*Raven comes in, immediately giving a recovering Houston an arm drag takedown. He then locks onto Houston's leg, applying a Heel Hook submission! Houston's fighting the pain, refusing to give up no matter what the referee says to him. Raven works the heel and leg, twisting it in various directions, all of which cause Houston to grimace from the pain. Raven finally lets go, doing a roll to get back to his feet. As Houston tries to get up, with his leg buckling, Raven yanks him backwards, delivering an inverted DDT! With Houston down, Raven turns and goes to the corner, climbing up the turnbuckle. He positions himself at the top, wanting to land the Ravensault (Top-Rope Springboard Moonsault)!! He flies off, but Houston is already rolling out of the way! Raven, somehow seeing this in mid-air, adjusts and lands on his feet instead... but Houston then grabs hold and twists him down with the Gannosuke Clutch!!! The ref, surprised, nonetheless dives in... 1... 2... and Raven barely kicks out!*

Rockwell: Houston's won a few matches with that move!

Hood: It was a last gasp, though, from a drowning man...

Rockwell: I've been watching, but I see no signs of Zybala coming back, as his head was really cracked open...

*Houston tries to keep fighting, trying a leaping kick at Raven, but Raven guesses the attempt and catches Houston instead, throwing him to the side! Raven then tags in Hart, bringing back in the fresh man. Houston raises up, looking resigned but not giving up. He can do this all day. Houston runs forward, but Hart & Raven both blast him with forearms, taking Houston off his feet! Houston hits the ropes and comes back for more, but Raven then catches him with the Flight of the Raven!!! Raven then gives Hart the nod, so Hart moves in, dragging a barely conscious Houston up before showing his strength, flipping Houston in the air and landing The Royal Flush (Spin Out Powerbomb)!!!! Houston's out, as Hart makes the final cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners... and the NEW GCWA World Tag-Team Champions.... Jackson Hart & James Raven!!

*Hart & Raven get to their feet, looking down at Houston before turning to where the belts are being brought over. They each take one, smiling at each other.*

Hood: Hart & Raven have done it, they've taken over the GCWA tag-team division!

Rockwell: I just wish we could have seen a full fight from the champs there...

Hood: Hey, there's going to be disadvantages in Gauntlet matches, you just have to be able to roll with them. Zybala didn't.

Rockwell: I'm sure we're going to hear more about what happened earlier, but for now, we have new champions!

*Houston slides out of the ring, getting checked on by the medics, as Hart & Raven each take up a separate corner, raising the belts over their heads. Suddenly, though, their music cuts out, replaced by...*

"GET OUT OF ME COUNTRY"

*The crowd reacts as "Sick Carnt" by Lil' Sick begins to play, and Noah Jackson walks out on the stage! Hart and Raven, looking confused, jump down from the turnbuckles, regrouping near the ropes to peer out at Jackson.*

Rockwell: What's Noah Jackson doing here?

Hood: Maybe to congratulate the winners?

Rockwell: Somehow I doubt that...

*Jackson picks up a mic, turning towards where Hart & Raven are watching.*

Noah Jackson: Earlier tonight, I got screwed out of my Golden Opportunity. Here I am, watching as someone else gets theirs. Well, maybe it's time I just take my opportunity for myselr, right here, tonight!

Rockwell: Is Jackson going to go after the Tag-Team Champs?

Hood: By himself? That doesn't seem too...

*Suddenly the hooded man from earlier walks out next to Jackson, staring towards the ring. Hart & Raven watch, wondering what's going on, as the man reaches up and slowly pulls back his hood.*

*As The Centuries Remiz from Fall Out Boy begins playing, the crowd explodes!*

Rockwell: It's SHAWN WARSTEIN!!

Hood: We haven't seen him since Warriors of the Ring! I thought he hated this place!!

Rockwell: Well, Noah IS his son... and they would make a dangerous tag-team!

*Jackson & Warstein start walking determinedly towards the ring, as Hart and Raven turn to each other, nodding, before dropping the belts to the side and preparing themselves for a fight. Jackson & Warstein slide under the ropes simultaneously, coming up and standing off against Hart & Raven.*

Rockwell: Is this really going to happen?

Hood: Are we getting another World Tag-Team Titles match??

*After a second, Jackson & Warstein charge forward towards Hart & Raven... and then... embrace them? Jackson & Warstein give Hart & Raven quick slaps on the back and manly hugs, as the crowd is now completely thrown.*

Rockwell: ...

Hood: I guess that's a no on the match, then...

Rockwell: Apparently, Jackson & Warstein are here to celebrate with Hart & Raven!

Hood: Well, damn, if these four are allying up together, the rest of the GCWA is going down!

Rockwell: It certainly creates a super stable, that's for sure!

*The belts are picked up again, as Jackson & Warstein raise up the arms of Hart & Raven, making sure they get all the praise from the crowd. The group then turns and each goes to a corner, going up and looking out at the fans, who seem a little split at the moment. The four men come down and leave the ring, heading for the back as a group.*

*The camera pops up on the announce table, where Rockwell and Hood are both settled in. Fatigue is obvious even from them, after such a long night.*

Rockwell: Some spectacular contests are in the books, but now we're all set for our main event!

Hood: This night has had so many ups and downs...

Rockwell: I know you're still feeling the A-List pain, Hood...

Hood: Shut up, I don't want to talk about it.

Rockwell: But we're almost through! Just a possibly historic contest that will be getting started...

*Suddenly, "Dangerous" by Within Temptation starts playing, causing a wave of both boos and cheers to come from the crowd.*

Rockwell: Well, maybe it won't be starting just yet...

*Jonathan Barrows walks out onto the stage, a smile across his face as he straightens out the nice suit he's wearing. Behind him, Hunter Barrows and Deana Barrows come out as well, similarly dressed.*

Hood: The Barrows family is paying us a visit!

Rockwell: Well, not all of them...

*The music suddenly changes to "Leave You Far Behind" by Lunatic Calm, getting a much larger eruption from the crowd. The Accelerator slowly walks out, using his cane, as he smiles at the reception.*

Rockwell: Okay, I take it back...

Hood: No, you were right the first time. Where's Barry?

Rockwell: Probably still getting medical attention...

*As the crowd quiets down, The Accelerator motions behind him, as a cloaked table is wheeled out behind him.*

The Accelerator: Hello, boyos!

*A "Boyos" chant gets going throughout Madison Square Garden, something that hasn't been heard in decades. Ace appears to be fighting back his emotions before continuing.*

The Accelerator: My family and I don't want to take up much of your time. Heaven knows, you fans have sat through an incredibly long night!

*There are sounds of agreement from the tired crowd, but they're still sounding happy in spite of it all.*

The Accelerator: We just had one more presentation to make before the end of the night... for our main event. We have two unbelievable wrestlers tonight going at it. Neither has tasted defeat yet. So for the winner of this contest, you knew there had to be something special... boys, reveal it...

*Jonathan and Hunter step back around the table, pulling off the cloth.*

Rockwell: Finally, the new World Heavyweight Title is unveiled!!

Hood: Oh, damn, that sucker is huge! And look at the shine!

Rockwell: Truly fitting for a World Champion!

*The crowd appears to love the belt as well, cheering how it looks. Ace rubs the top of the belt, smiling at it, before turning back to the crowd.*

The Accelerator: Normally, this is where I'd say "May The Best Man Win". I suppose that's pretty outdated now, huh? Hah hah hah...

*Jonathan & Deana both nod, while Hunter is still staring at the belt, unable to take his eyes off of it.*

The Accelerator: So let's go with another old chestnut: To The Victor Goes The Spoils. Good luck to both competitors!!

*Ace nods to some of the crew, who wheel the belt down to ringside, making sure GCWA Security keeps a close eye on it. Ace and the Barrows then depart, to more cheers as the crowd is even more amped for the main event.*

Hood: That belt's so big, I'm worried that the winner tonight will be too tired to carry it out of here!

Rockwell: Oh, trust me, the thrill of victory will give them plenty of adrenaline to heft that gold. It's time to begin! Minos?

GCWA World Heavyweight Title match
Mack O'Connor(c) (6-0) vs. Lissie Hope (5-0)

Minos: It is now time for our main event of the evening!! Are you ready?

*A "Fuck Yeah" cheer comes from the crowd. In spite of how long tonight's show has been, the New York fans have proven that they're from the city that never sleeps.*

Minos: This match is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the GCWA Heavyweight Championship of the World!! Introducing first, the challenger...

*The downtempo bass drops. The trap-heavy outro of Billie Eilish's "bad guy" floods the arena, the booming shaking the seats underneath each audience member. They rise to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of Action Wrestling's former two-time World Champion and All-In Briefcase holder, Lissie Hope.*

I like when you get mad.

*The GCWA crowd is mesmerized but still conflicted, knowing the full capabilities of Lissie Hope but still showing caution, as they are unsure just how committed she is towards adapting to this environment. But with a personal invitation to join a tournament to crown a World Championship, deep down Lissie Hope does feel wanted. She does feel desired. And that's a feeling she hasn't had in quite a long time.*

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

*Finally, the curtains spread and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, standing for a moment and taking in the mixed fan reaction. She still has a legion of support, mainly from the young female demographic who have followed her career and watched her ascend to the moon, being a mainstay in Women's wrestling. But there is still trepidation, as Lissie Hope, in the moment, is an outsider. She slowly saunters down the stage, not really acknowledging any of the jeers thrown in her direction.*

I'm the bad guy.
Ha!

*She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Villain" tee-shirt, and black and red workout pants. Though she has held the belt on two occasions, she looks down at her empty waistline and with her hands, brushes her fingers along her waist to show the outline of a championship belt. She removes the Villain t-shirt, exposing her upper ring apparel, and tosses it to the timekeeper, slowly climbing up the staircase and pausing to pose for the ringside fans.*

Minos: Ladies and gentlemen, from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing 135 pounds... the winner of the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament... "THE BLACKHEART"... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!

*The crowd is clearly energized, seeing a female wrestler in the main event of a GCWA Pay-Per-View.*

Rockwell: Hope's been through a lot this last month, including losing her brother, Robbie. But she's now posed for possibly one of the biggest victories of her career, a defining moment!

Hood: Only if she wins tonight, Adrian. Only if she wins.

Rockwell: We know there is some animosity between Hope and O'Connor, especially after Hope's recent radio broadcast, but tonight will be the first time they actually go at it!

Hood: Talk about a rarity in the wrestling business! By now, they've usually had a dozen knock-down, drag-out brawls...

Rockwell: Not this time! We've kept it all for tonight!

Minos: And her opponent...

*The lights all black out.*

Hood: Great! What now?!

Rockwell: I'm sure it's nothing.

*After a moment, a single spotlight switches on and illuminates a small portion of the stage. A man steps into the spotlight. The crowd explodes into cheers.*

Hood: Is that...

Rockwell: It is! Sean "Puff Daddy" Combs is in Madison Square Garden!

*Puff Daddy lifts a microphone to his lips.*

Puff Daddy: New York City! Let me hear you!

*The crowd explodes into cheers again. A quiet musical crescendo begins to slowly build.*

Puff Daddy: Her opponent... standing 6'3" and weighing 220 pounds... Hailing from Brooklyn, New York! That's right, right here in New York City!

*The crowd gives a quick pop for their hometown.*

Puff Daddy: Here he is! Your undefeated, undisputed, reigning Heavyweight Champion of the World... Mack motherfuckin' O'Connor!

*Fireworks begin firing off from all corners of the stage, lighting up the dark arena. The instrumental to "Hate Me Now" by Nas begins blaring across the arena. After a moment, Mack steps out onto the stage. He's wearing cross trainer shoes, loose black warm-up pants, and a black hoodie while the World Title belt is secure around his waist. He stands at the center of the stage, rolling his shoulders and swinging his arms to limber up, staring down at Lissie Hope the entire time. Treat Cassidy stands at a distance behind him. As the musical hook resets, Puff Daddy lifts the microphone to his lips again...*

Puff Daddy: You can hate me now... But I won't stop now...
Cuz I can't stop now... You can hate me now...
But I won't stop now... Cuz I can't stop now...
You can hate me now... You can hate me nowwwww...

*More fireworks explode from the stage, garnering another loud round of cheers. Then, Brooklyn native Nas Escobar steps out onto the stage behind Mack. Mack slowly begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, with Nas and Puff Daddy taking the flanks behind him and Treat following from a distance behind them. Nas also carries a microphone, raising it to his lips to recite one of the verses...*

Nas: You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
but keep gettin money, funny I was just like you
I had to hustle hard never give up, until I made it

Now y'all sayin that's a clever nigga, nuttin to play with
Hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol G
People warn me, when you're on top there's envy
Took my niggas out the hood, but you doubt on us
Sayin we left the hood but can't get it out of us

My bad, should I step out my shoes, give 'em to you?
Here's my cars and my house, you can live in that too
Criticize when I flow for the streets, hate my dress code
Gucci this, Fendi that, what you expect hoe?

Nickname Esco', took this game to its threshold
Best flow I bet the whole U.S. know
Try to make it like you the realest, but who the illest?
Think we all know the answer to that, cause niggas feel this right

*A crescendo in the music hits, more fireworks exploding as Mack slides into the ring. Puff Daddy and Nas follow him in, opting to take the steps and ducking through the ropes. Treat also follows them in. The hook of the chorus begins again, with Mack pacing the ring as Puff Daddy and Nas continue to perform around him.*

Puff Daddy (Nas): You can hate me now... (I won't stop) But I won't stop now...
(I can't stop)
Cuz I can't stop now... (You can hate me) You can hate me now...
(I hate you too)
But I won't stop now... (You can hate me now) Cuz I can't stop now...

You can hate me now... (You can hate me now) You can hate me nowwwww...

*One last barrage of fireworks explodes from the four corners of the ring as the music stops. The crowd erupts into cheers at all the New York natives. As the crowd cheers, both Puff Daddy and Nas bump fists with Mack before leaving the ring and moving back up the ramp.*

Rockwell: You can't say they don't know how to rile up the crowd.

Hood: I would have preferred actual music.

*Treat and Mack exchange a few words, Mack handing Treat the World Title belt. Mack also removes the hoodie and hands it to Treat, leaving him in his warm-ups and a black tank top.*

Rockwell: The last time Mack and Treat were next to each other near a ring, Mack knocked him unconscious. Its a change to see them getting along tonight.

Hood: We still have time to see Mack come to his senses and do it again.

*Treat gives a few more words of encouragement to Mack before leaving the ring and stepping out of harms way. Mack looks out across the crowd, then focuses in on Lissie Hope in the opposite corner*

Rockwell: Many are labeling this a dream match. Two undefeated stars from two different generations going at it!

Hood: I've been a fan of Mack for a long time, but Lissie Hope is hungry for that championship run!

Rockwell: But can she knock off the standard bearer of the GCWA since March and end his 154-day reign as champion?

*The Bell Rings, signaling the beginning of this epic main event.*

Rockwell: It's time to get started!

Hood: If Lissie loses here, she ends the run of Warriors of the Ring winners getting the championship!

Rockwell: The pressure is on!

*O'Connor looks cocky as always as he sizes up Hope. He still doesn't look tremendously impressed. He walks towards her, telling her to stop getting too into the moment. It's go time. Hope smiles back at him, a dangerous look. She then snaps a right hand forward, catching O'Connor in the jaw!! O'Connor takes a step back, before rubbing a hand across his mouth, still smiling. He shrugs, saying he's a little impressed, before dishing out a shot of his own, snapping Hope backwards!! Hope regains her balance, nodding to herself as she shakes off the hit. O'Connor asks if they're going to do this, and Hope immediately comes in with an elbow to the side of the head, followed by several strikes to the body. She adds in a couple of kicks to the legs for good measure, staggering the champion. Hope then grabs O'Connor by the arm, looking to snap him across to the ropes, but O'Connor stops her, instead ramming forward with a shoulder, knocking Hope onto her back! O'Connor looks down at her, then yanks her back up, planning to lift her into the air. But Hope pulls free, landing next to O'Connor. She quickly grabs O'Connor by the head and spins down with a swinging neckbreaker!!*

Rockwell: You can just see early on how competitive this match is going to be!

Hood: I think O'Connor's going to learn respect for Hope as this one goes on. But I don't know if Hope will ever feel the same.

Rockwell: She said a lot of rumors on the radio about O'Connor, especially about drug abuse. As far as I know, that's not the case.

Hood: Mack's got one love, and that's alcohol. Although the way his liver is, he really needs to get himself a divorce from that addiction...

*Hope has gotten O'Connor back up now, peppering him with a some stiff punches to get him back to the ropes. Hope then goes up, using the ropes, and kicking off of them to land a tornado DDT! She makes the first cover of the match... 1... 2.. and O'Connor easily kicks himself free. He sits up, starting to rise, even as Hope kips up to her feet. She's pumped as she goes back into the ropes and springs back, running towards O'Connor... who turns and catches her, spinning her fully around his body before dropping her with a full rotation sidewalk slam!!! The crowd pops, as O'Connor gets on top for the loose cover... 1... 2.. and Hope shoves her arm up in plenty of time. O'Connor, not surprised, gets to his feet with Hope in tow, shooting her towards the ropes. She comes back, with O'Connor trying a clothesline, only for Hope to run right underneath it. She hits the ropes and rebounds quickly, flying back to try a bicycle kick to the chest! But O'Connor avoids it, stepping to the side while grabbing onto Hope's foot, yanking hard enough on it to drop Hope to her back! She tries to kick free, but O'Connor gets the other foot as well... and then starts to spin, giving Hope a ride with a giant swing!!*

Rockwell: Around and around and around she goes!

Hood: Where she stops, only Mack knows!

*After several rotations, making a few people in the audience a little queasy from watching it, O'Connor finally lets go, sending Hope flying into one of the corners of Ring #1! O'Connor drops to a knee, looking pretty dizzy himself. But, having been there many times before, he's able to recover quickly, getting back up. He works his way over to where Hope is trying to rise, holding her head to get the world to stop spinning. O'Connor quickly grabs her, lifting the lighter wrestler onto one shoulder. He looks around at the crowd, giving them a knowing shrug, before starting forward, delivering a spinning powerslam in the center of the ring!! The crowd loves it, but don't appear to be biting yet as O'Connor makes the cover... 1... 2... and Hope kicks out just as expected, having plenty of fight left. O'Connor gets up, taking a moment to look out at where Treat is sitting, as if asking him when the real fight is coming like Treat promised. Treat tells him to get back to work, so O'Connor turns back and grabs Hope by the hair, dragging her up... only to go back down as Hope latches on and gets a snap suplex, putting O'Connor down and giving her a few moments to recover!*

Rockwell: Due to her size, Hope was underestimated throughout the Warriors of the Ring Tournament. But here she is, only a 3 count away from the World Title!

Hood: She'd better not have used up all her luck to get here!

Rockwell: I truly don't believe luck had anything to do with it...

Hood: She had the easiest draw in the tournament, we all saw it!

*Both wrestlers start to rise at the same time, with O'Connor staggering over towards Hope. But she immediately counters with a spinning back elbow, blasting O'Connor and putting him on his back!! Hope snaps her hair back out of her face, knowing that this is something that O'Connor never has to worry about. She grabs him by the arm, dragging him to his feet. O'Connor responds with a shot of his own, sending Hope reeling back into the ropes between the rings. Hope shakes it off, seeing O'Connor rushing over towards her for a shoulder tackle. But Hope catches O'Connor with a knee to the gut, stopping him in his tracks, then grabs hold of him to deliver a Muay Thai Clinch, delivering a series of devastating knee strikes!! With O'Connor dazed, Hope knocks him against the ropes, then runs forward, landing a clothesline that sends O'Connor up and over to the other ring!! Hope follows, stepping through the ropes, continuing to go after the champ. The referee hesitates for a moment, shrugs, and then follows them into Ring #2, instead of starting a count. Hope is now on top of O'Connor, delivering some strikes, as the match goes on!*

Hood: Hold on, is that legal?

Rockwell: It's an official ring, and the official official went with them, so I suppose so...

Hood: Well, that's going to make the fans around Ring #2 happy, at least...

*Hope has O'Connor back up now, working him over in the corner. She goes up above him, punching away, trying to knock the cockiness from him. The fans count along to 10, before Hope finally jumps off. She looks over to where Treat Cassidy is standing outside the ring, shrugging just like Mack and asking if this is all he's got. Treat shakes his head, as Hope turns back to O'Connor... who rushes out of the corner, spearing her down!! O'Connor gets on top, slugging away, getting some fire back! With Hope in trouble, O'Connor slowly brings her up, using several jabs to keep her stunned. He then knocks her into the ropes and shoots her across the ring. As Hope comes back, O'Connor lowers his shoulder, only for Hope to kick him in the chest, knocking him back. Hope then smiles and charges forward, leaping into him... but O'Connor catches Hope in his arms, looking left and right before launching her with a Fallaway Slam!! Hope crashes hard to the mat, rolling out and under the ropes to the outside, as O'Connor takes a few seconds to catch his breath. He rubs his side, clearly feeling some pain there, but he shrugs it off, going back after Hope.*

Rockwell: I hope that's not O'Connor's liver acting up.

Hood: Can you feel it when that happens?

Rockwell: I have no clue. I'm not a doctor, and I don't even play one on TV.

Hood: Hey, uh, these guys are getting a little closer to us...

Rockwell: Get yourself ready, Hood!

*O'Connor has brought Hope near the announce table, taking a second to nod to Hood, a man he's known a fairly long time. Hood nods back, while taking off his headset to be prepared to run. O'Connor then goes to bash Hope's head into the table, but Hope blocks it, then reverses it, knocking O'Connor into the table instead!! O'Connor, stunned, slumps on the table, even as Hope tells Rockwell to get the hell out of her way. Rockwell does so, as Hope clears off a few items off the table before grabbing O'Connor and pulling him up. She locks O'Connor up, wanting to make a statement by delivering the Crown of Thorns (Pedigree) on the announce table!! She goes to lift... and O'Connor back drops her off the American table and sending her crashing onto the Spanish announce table!!! The fans feel Hope's pain, especially since the table didn't give way! O'Connor gets off his knees on the American announce table, turning back to where Hope is straining her back in agony from the fall. He heads over to her, quickly grabbing her to haul her up... and he delivers a Claymore (Rock Bottom with Both Arms Hooked) on the table, breaking through it!!!! The crowd erupts, as the two wrestlers lay in the debris outside.*

Rockwell: Oh my God!

Hood: I'm SO glad that wasn't our table! Suck it, Spanish guys!

Rockwell: This one might be over, as Hope just took a horrendous shot!!

*The referee, still standing in Ring #2, has been stalling on his count, but he's had no choice but to get it going. He reaches 3 as O'Connor rolls out of the debris pile, shrugging off some wooden shrapnel on his arm. He gets to his feet, slowly walking over to the ring and rolling himself inside, probably thinking about how good an IPA would taste right about now. The referee acknowledges the champion, then turns back to look at Lissie Hope, continuing to count upwards. The fans are trying to chant for Lissie, wanting her to get up. Nobody wants to see a main event end in a countout. Slowly, Hope sits up, groaning, her ribs likely compromised from the landing she took. As the referee reaches 6, Hope starts to stand, stumbling towards the ring. 7, 8... Hope reaches the apron, grasping as it as if it's a lifeline. 9... Hope pulls herself inside, avoiding the loss! O'Connor, now standing nearby, nods in approval, but has no mercy for her, immediately going on the attack with stomps and kicks, looking to soften her up for the final plunge.*

Rockwell: This one's not over officially, but Hope's got to be in a bad way!

Hood: She needs to shake it off if she doesn't want this opportunity wasted!

Rockwell: You can't just 'shake off' being thrown through a table...

Hood: Wrestlers do it all the time! I've seen them!

*Hope is crawling away now, trying to reach the ropes for some help in getting up. O'Connor is following behind her, waiting as she pulls herself up. O'Connor then rushes her, clotheslining Hope over the ropes and sending her into Ring #1 again! O'Connor steps through after her, grabbing her by the hair, and once again the referee follows behind, having no problems with the change of venue. O'Connor smiles at Hope, telling her she had a good run, before grabbing her by the head and going for the Hollow Point (Stunner To Temple)!!! But Hope shoves him off in time, sending O'Connor off-balance towards the ropes! O'Connor rights himself, turns, and runs back at Hope, annoyed. But she spins into a Roundhouse Kick to the head, knocking O'Connor out!! Hope then collapses to the mat, hurting, having bought herself a little breathing room. O'Connor rolls instinctively onto his stomach, then keeps rolling, going underneath the ropes to end up outside the ring. He takes a knee out there, with Treat coming close by to ask if he's okay. O'Connor appears to think this is a stupid question, and doesn't bother answering it.*

Hood: So we're back in Ring #1, back to the beginning!

Rockwell: Hope's still got some fight left, even if she's hurting...

Hood: Well, she'd better continue that fight, because she's letting O'Connor recuperate himself right now...

Rockwell: Wait, what's she doing?

*O'Connor has gotten back to his feet now, testing his jaw to make sure no teeth have been loosened. He nods to Treat, ignoring any advice he's trying to give... but Lissie Hope is running towards him, using the ropes to leap up and fly out with a Suicide Plancha!!! The crowd erupts, having never seen that from Hope before, as she and O'Connor are now laying next to each other outside the ring. The referee once again begins a countout, not looking pleased about it, but the fans are still loving this one, starting a "Holy Shit!" chant.*

Hood: I've never seen Hope fly like that!!

Rockwell: This match is too gigantic to be timid, Hood. Hope is putting everything on the line!

Hood: You think we'd ever see Mack do a suicide dive?

Rockwell: I would be extremely shocked...

*Outside, Hope is rising back up, wincing from pains all along her body. She grabs O'Connor by the head, knowing that a countout won't do anything for her. She and O'Connor stagger over to the apron, with Hope rolling O'Connor inside and following behind him. The ref stops his count, pleased, as he steps back to continue watching the action. In the ring, O'Connor is trying to get back up, looking a little bit like he's seeing some stars, and not just in the audience. Hope lies in wait behind him, then leaps up, locking her arms around O'Connor's throat and bringing him backwards with a Crossface Chickenwing submission!! O'Connor tries to fight, but the hold is fully locked on, dragging O'Connor back down to the canvas!! The fans are cheering, wondering if this is going to be it, as the referee slides in... and starts to count, since Hope is technically on her back! She immediately releases the hold, pushing O'Connor off of her so she can get her shoulders off the mat. The ref nods, stopping, as Hope works to get back up and continue fighting. She switches to O'Connor's legs, trying to apply a Texas Cloverleaf.*

Rockwell: It would be the ultimate win for Hope, if she can make O'Connor submit!

Hood: I can't ever see that happening... O'Connor won't even submit to a sobriety test...

*Hope can't quite get O'Connor's legs set, as he keeps fighting, blocking it. Hope finally gives up, dropping an elbow onto Mack's leg instead! O'Connor winces from the shot, grabbing at his knee, as Hope gets back to her feet. She seems to have all the momentum now, as she grabs O'Connor by the head and pulls him up... before delivering a snap DDT to lay him back out! With O'Connor down, Hope gets to her feet, running a hand along her blistered back before stepping over to the turnbuckle. She starts to climb up, getting herself near the top, calling for the end here as she sets for the Cherry Bomb (Swanton Bomb)!! She gets her balance perfect, pointing upwards as if declaring this for someone, before leaping off and flying through the air... to land right on O'Connor's raised knees!! Hope bounds away, rolling in agony, as O'Connor drops to his side, hurting himself. The referee runs between both wrestlers, making sure they're fit to continue. The fans are on their feet, waiting to see what happens as this epic clash continues!*

Rockwell: So far, these two have matched each other at every turn!

Hood: O'Connor's still got the veteran experience to take this one over now, IF he can get back up!

Rockwell: He's not doing much better than Hope, but at least he hasn't been sent through a table tonight...

*The two wrestlers are both working to get up, with O'Connor slowly approaching Hope first. He gets her by the neck from behind, pulling her back to lock in a sleeper!! Hope is lifted off the ground as her wind is taken from her, with O'Connor whipping her back and forth, adding to the damage! The referee moves in, trying to see if Hope is going to either tap out or pass out. It's not looking good for Hope, as her hands are starting to drop at her sides, showing that she's losing her grip on staying awake. O'Connor lowers her slightly, while keeping the hold applied, wanting to see her unconscious when the match ends. But as soon as Hope feels her feet under her again, she suddenly responds, reaching up and grabbing at O'Connor's head, pulling him down into a jawbreaker!! O'Connor releases the hold, falling away, while Hope rolls on the mat, dazed from the strike to the top of her head. She fights it off, pushing off the mat to get upright. O'Connor comes at her again, swinging wildly... and Hope steps around it, latching onto O'Connor with her legs and taking O'Connor down into the End/Static (Triangle Choke)!!!*

Hood: Oh shit!

Rockwell: This could be it, she's going to win the title by taking the champ out!

Hood: Are we about to see history made again??

*Hope almost has the hold locked in, but O'Connor is blocking it partially with one arm, trying to hand on. He suddenly lifts Hope up off the mat a few feet, then slams her back down, jarring her! She doesn't let go, so O'Connor lifts a second time, slamming her down again! This time, the hold is broken, with Hope getting herself onto her stomach, shuddering slightly. O'Connor rubs his throat, feeling the pain of the hold even though it was never fully locked in. Both wrestlers struggle to get up, but Hope makes it first, despite her back pains. She staggers over to O'Connor, as if wondering what it's going to take to keep him down. She kicks him a couple of times in the side, then grabs him by the head, pulling him up to try for the Dreamchaser (Side Slam Backbreaker)!!! But Hope's back won't quite handle the weight, as she sets O'Connor back down. She winces, then surges up to try again... and O'Connor reverses it, landing Hollow Point!!! The crowd erupts, as Hope flops onto her back, out of it. O'Connor, coughing and wheezing, catches his breath and rolls over, putting an arm across Hope... 1... 2... 3, NO!!! The Garden loses it, as Hope somehow kicks out!!*

Rockwell: She kicked out of Hollow Point!!

Hood: Damn! What's this woman made of, and how can we make more of it??

Rockwell: Neither of these wrestlers want to see their winning streaks end. What's it going to take??

*O'Connor is up on his knees now, staring down first at Hope, then at the referee. He looks like he wants a recount, putting on a tighter pin this time... 1... 2... Hope still kicks out! O'Connor is shook up for a moment, but he pulls himself together as only an experienced grappler can do. He gets up, pulling Hope along with him, wanting to lock this down for sure. He gets Hope in position, setting her up for another Hollow Point! But no, Lissie reverses it, twisting O'Connor around and locking him up... and dropping to the mat with the Crown of Thorns!!! The place erupts again, as Hope painfully tries to get O'Connor over, feeling aches across her entire body. She pushes him over to his back, finally making the cover, as the referee counts... 1... 2... 3, NO!! O'Connor kicks out!! It's Hope's turn to show shock as she looks down at O'Connor, before grabbing his leg and trying again... 1... 2... No! Neither wrestler can keep the other down!! Hope struggles to get herself up, deeply frustrated. She looks towards the turnbuckle, opting to make her way over there. She starts to climb, as the fans are pumped up.*

Rockwell: Is she going for the Cherry Bomb again?

Hood: That didn't work out so well the last time...

Rockwell: At this point, it looks like it's going to take a gigantic move to win, and this might be it!

* The #1 contender has gotten to the top now, adjusting to turn around turns O'Connor... and finding O'Connor on his feet! He is stumbling towards the turnbuckle, reaching out towards Hope, who changes her trajectory and instead leaps off with a missile dropkick!! O'Connor gets knocked backwards, falling to the mat, as Hope has to recover after the impact of the landing. She pulls herself up and crawls over to O'Connor, putting her weight on him... 1... 2... No! O'Connor still won't stay down! Hope is, at this point, running based solely on the next move. She pulls O'Connor up, again trying to get him set for the Dreamchaser... but O'Connor's size is making it difficult. She tries again, no, O'Connor instead lifts Hope up onto his shoulders for a second, before dropping back with a Samoan drop!! Hope hits hard, stunned, as O'Connor rolls over for the cover... 1... 2... NO! The crowd is biting on every fall at this point, wondering how it's going to end. O'Connor grabs Hope by the arm, pulling her up, no, reversal into a roll-up! 1... 2... reversed back... 1... 2... and both wrestlers kick away from each other, landing in flattened out positions, staring at each other!*

Rockwell: These two are putting each other through hell!

Hood: Which is exactly what the World Title deserves!

Rockwell: Nobody will say that the winner hasn't earned this, that's for sure!

*The two wrestlers begin to rise, each on their knees, throwing punches at the other as they start to work their way to their feet. The fans are cheering every strike, with the crowd evenly split between the two of them at this point. Hope lands a couple of shots to stagger O'Connor, but the champ comes right back with some forearms, each landing fiercely against the side of the head! He steps in, grabbing hold of Hope and goes to lift her into the Claymore!! NO! Hope reverses out of it, twisting it towards the Dreamchaser!! NO! O'Connor breaks free, latching onto Hope and dropping with Hollow Point!! But Hope doesn't come with him!! O'Connor, wincing, starts to get back up, but now Hope is trying to lock in End/Static again!! NO, O'Connor elbows his way out of it!! He locks on for the Claymore again, reversal, double reversal, both wrestlers separate, but Hope moves in first, kicking O'Connor and locking up his arms... CROWN OF THORNS LANDS!!!! The Garden is about to come unglued as Hope rolls O'Connor over, making the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner... and the NEW GCWA World Heavyweight Champion.... "THE BLACKHEART"... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!

Rockwell: She did it!! Lissie Hope did it!!

Hood: Whoa, damn!

Rockwell: The Warriors of the Ring winner is now the GCWA Heavyweight Champion of the World!!

Hood: I can't believe it! Mack went down!!

Rockwell: What a match! What a night!

Hood: I'm in shock!

*The referee goes to get the new World Heavyweight Title, having to use both hands to get it up and bring it inside. He hands it over to the exhausted Hope, who loves the feel of the weight in her hands. She raises it up above her, heading to the turnbuckle, as confetti and streamers begin to fall from the ceiling!*

Rockwell: It's been a night of history, ladies and gentlemen, one that will shape the GCWA for a long time to come! We're out of time, so thanks again for tuning in!

Hood: I still can't believe it!

Rockwell: Good night!

*The last shot focuses on Hope with the championship above her head, yelling out to the crowd as the confetti continues to fall. It's an incredible moment, that unfortunately has to come to an end for those watching at home. We fade out.*

OOC: And that does it! A huge PPV in the books, which takes us to one year in operation (next week)! Thanks to everyone who participated or sent in segments. A special thanks to Jack Puffer, who wrote the opening to the Gauntlet match. It's been a major endeavor to get this up, so I'm very thankful we've got it done lol. Remember to give your feedback, and we'll continue on into Year 2!!

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, August 28th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, TX

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Blue Thunder vs. Aaron Warthog, Grudge Match

Jackson Hart & James Raven vs. The Greek Gods (Hades & Zeus)

Duce Jones vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn, Beat The Clock Challenge

Justice Orton-Cross vs. Memphis Belle, Beat The Clock Challenge

PerZag vs. Thunder, Beat The Clock Challenge

Dylan Thomas vs. Lightning, Beat The Clock Challenge

Chelsea LeClair vs. Xtreme, Beat The Clock Challenge

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Sunday, August 23rd to Wednesday, August 26th, giving you 4 days to post your roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!