GCWA Ultimate Survival III

*Throughout all the world, there's been a lot of suffering going on. Whole countries are being shut down and quarantined. It seems there are no positive items in sight at the moment. But there, you'd be wrong. There's one positive thing coming your way. Because nothing and no one will stop Jonathan Barrows and the Barrows family from bringing you guys a show! That's right, Ultimate Survival III is coming up, and you've gladly paid the increased PPV fee in order to see it live! It's time for a little joy, a little violence, and a little destruction as you settle down in front of your favorite chair, with nobody sitting within 6 feet of you. It's time! Thank goodness you picked up enough beers before things got too serious. You chug a Bud Light, your new favorite since Mack O'Connor is their sponsor, as things begin...*

*The GCWA logo appears briefly, before fading into the darkness. The screen comes up on a large mountain landscape, nature at its most beautiful. The clouds are light in the sky, allowing the sunlight to venture in. We see something glinting further up the mountain.*

Voice: Over the past seven months, there has been one overriding goal in the GCWA: to be the best.

*The camera starts zooming in on the mountainside, focusing on whatever metallic item seems to be there in the middle of nowhere, waiting for someone to focus on it.*

Voice: There have been many paths to this goal. Win championships. Defeat your opponents. Raise the bar. But now, for many in the organization, a new path has been opened once again.

*The image gets closer, and now we can make out what it is: it's the GCWA Ultimate Survival Trophy! This shining beacon lights up as sunlight hits it, making it look even more priceless.*

Voice: Ultimate Survival. A path that anyone can take. But most won't finish. A path that the lowest of the low can make their names. A path where the greatest of the great will seek to add to their legacy, perhaps with something they've never achieved before. A path... with plenty of obstacles.

*The sounds of crunching branches, crashing rocks, and other noises start to be heard. The camera zooms out, away from the trophy, and starts further down the mountain.*

Voice: For each person seeking the glory of Ultimate Survival, there are twenty-three others with the same goal. Men and women who will do anything to make sure that the other person's dreams are ruined in the battle to the top.

*The images below are finally seen. We view Phoenix Chadwick climbing up the side of a cliff, not bothering to use a rope. He hangs on after one handhold turns to dust, swinging himself up. In another area, Jack Puffer is leading a squad forward, through a bunch of sharp foliage. Alice Knight, Curt Canon, and Tony The Spider follow behind, with Tony laughing as he grabs hold of a sharp edge, yanking it away from the ground.*

Voice: It is a battle that will test friendships and destroy alliances, or bring them closer together in pursuit of the opportunities winning the trophy represents.

*Dylan Thomas is shown protecting Lissandra Thomas from any dangers, as Dave Branson breaks a path upwards, through a chasm in the mountain. Above them, PerZag and Ryot can be seen, scaling like professionals up the mountain peak. In another area, The Big Bifford is seen, trying to get up a steep incline, gasping for breath. He directs his team to start pushing him, with Dangerous Dan, Duce Jones, & The Lost Soul just standing behind him. Earl The Popcorn Salesman, Kenny, & Boris appear, pushing on Bifford, with no effect.*

Voice: Twenty-four of the best wrestlers in the world... coming together. All want the same goal. Only one will walk away successfully.

*A cave entrance is shown, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, and The Reason steps out, with The Empty behind him. The Reason laughs, pointing towards the trophy as they move out. We flip around to a nearby rocky area, where the rocks can be seen being flung away. Noah Hanson & Vincent Langston appear, forcing their way through, with John E Depth & EHUD of MOAB behind them. Depth is cheering them on, while seeking his own path. We go above the trophy area, where there's suddenly a flash of darkness, followed by the appearance of Mike Zybala & Peter Vaughn. They start down towards the trophy, with Zybala's smile lighting the way.*

Voice: All the hard work, all the dedication, comes down to tonight. Who's the Ultimate Survivor?

*We zoom in tight on the trophy, as several hands are seen, reaching out towards it from all different directions. Before any can make contact, though, there's a blinding flash of light, and the trophy is now gone. The camera looks upwards, further up, where the trophy now sits, waiting. The fight begins again, as the wrestlers start up the new trail... we then cut away, going to the Ultimate Survival banner.*

*The banner fades away, as we head into the American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida!! The crowd looks pretty good considering everything that's been going around lately. For one, a lot of Spring Break enthusiasts have shown up for the activity. Others have supposedly been tested and cleared of the virus, which has allowed them to be here today. They're all fired up, even while leaving some space between them, thrilled to be at such a major event during such a strenuous time! We zoom in from the crowd to the announce table, where Adrian Rockwell & Hood are once again presiding.*

Rockwell: Hello, everyone, and welcome to Ultimate Survival III! We weren't sure about this show, but the Barrows have pushed hard to continue with business as usual!

Hood: And that's the right damn attitude to have! Look at this crowd! Consider how great tonight is going to be!

Rockwell: I am glad they were handing out masks and gloves at the entrance, though. Better safe than sorry!

Hood: Screw Coronavirus. The Hood doesn't get sick!

Rockwell: I like your confidence, and I love what we've got going on tonight! Three qualifying matches will decide who fights in the finals of the Ultimate Survival tournament!

Hood: All my money is on Dylan Thomas! He's going to rule the GCWA before he's done!

Rockwell: Not a bad bet, Hood, but the odds are basically against everyone. There is so much talent involved, I don't know how we're going to get a decision!

*The two announcers look briefly at each other before continuing on.*

Rockwell: We've also got a GCWA World Heavyweight Title match that shouldn't be overlooked. Ed Houston once again defends his GCWA World Title against his newest, and perhaps biggest threat, the OCW World Champion Mack O'Connor!

Hood: Remember, the OCW Title's not on the line tonight!

Rockwell: I know, I heard what O'Connor said, and it's a shame. But that doesn't make the match any less important, as the top of the pile is the man who wears the title!

Hood: Mack's going to take Houston down and finally end our national nightmare! I can't wait!

Rockwell: Well, you're going to have to...

Hood: Awww...

Rockwell: Because we're just getting started!



*We switch to backstage, where Jonathan Barrows is supervising the position of the Ultimate Survival trophy. It's being displayed in a special position, with plenty of security staying around it until the time of the main event.*

Jonathan Barrows: You guys all be ready! I won't have this trophy stolen before the finals, you understand? Everyone can look, but no touching! Got it?

*The guards all stand fast, ready to defend the trophy against anything that comes their way. Jonathan nods, satisfied, before stepping away and getting on his phone.*

Jonathan Barrows: So are they motivated? You told me the team would be invested in this... Okay, okay, I trust you, sir, you don't need to throw scripture at me... just make sure it doesn't happen... and there's $100,000 in it for you...

*Barrows hangs up the phone, wincing at having made that statement. But he knows it's all for the best. He turns and walks off, getting down to business, as we return to ringside.*

Hood: The bounty's in place!

Rockwell: What, the bounty for The Big Bifford? I didn't hear him mention a name, or even what the money's for...

Hood: Trust me. It's for disposing of Bifford. I can't wait to see who collects!

Rockwell: Well, we'll get there, but first, it's time to get things rolling with a battle between what many see as David vs. Goliath! Let's go down to Minos for the introductions!


Ultimate Survival Qualifying Match
Team Barrows vs. Team Bifford

Minos: The next contest is an Ultimate Survival Elimination Qualifying match! The surviving members of the winning team will qualify for the Ultimate Survival Finals later on tonight. Introducing first, for Team Bifford...

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

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

Minos: Standing 5'11" and weighing 225 lbs... from Smithville, Tennessee... he is a GCWA Hall of Famer... with his brother, Crazy Chris... here is Dangerous Dan!!

*Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris emerge onto the stage area staring out into the crowd. Dan proudly holds THE MIGHTY SCYTHE of Bifford in the air, having taken it from him last week.*

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

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

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

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

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

*The spotlight fades out as Dan stands to his feet, with Chris looking confident next to him. They head to the corner, with Chris leaving the ring (with the SCYTHE) while Dan is waiting for the match to start.*

Rockwell: Dangerous Dan has been one of The Big Bifford's most hated foes over the last decade.

Hood: I think the only reason Dan accepted Bifford's invitation was to stab him in the back ASAP.

Rockwell: That could easily be the case. We have no idea how any of these wrestlers will react to the potential of a bounty on The Big Bifford's head.

Minos: His teammate...

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

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

*The opening sounds of "Godspeed" by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd. Jones brings out his bag of MAGICAL CONFETTI, studying it once more before tossing it behind him, leaving it on the stage.*

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

*Slowly making his way towards the ring, Jones ignores the cheers and jeers that the fans are giving, as he soon makes it to ringside. He's still favoring his injured arm, but he is working to not show the damage. Climbing onto the apron, Duce goes to the corner to his right, climbing onto the second rope and peering out into the crowd. Finally done, he jumps over the top rope, landing inside of the ring and removes his hooded vest carefully as he prepares for action. He steps to the outside, handing off the vest, while looking to the side.*

Rockwell: Duce Jones returned from a serious injury received at Adrenaline Rush to compete here tonight.

Hood: I really want to know how he got cleared. He had to pay off some doctor, right?

Rockwell: Duce would stop at nothing to have another opportunity at the World Title. If he can become the Ultimate Survivor in spite of his injuries, it would set his legacy in the GCWA.

Minos: Next... standing 6'3" and weighing 235 lbs... he is a former two-time GCWA Intercontinental Champion and GCWA Tag-Team Champion... from Parts Unknown... here is The Lost Soul!!

*The theme to Halloween plays as the lights dim. A spotlight shines on the entrance way as TLS appears. He's currently wearing the MAGICAL FLEECE of Bifford over his shoulders, which seems to glow in the dim light. The FLEECE is so big, it drags behind TLS like a cape as he walks. The crowd brings out their phones and turns on their flashlight apps as he makes his way methodically to the ring.*

Rockwell: To get here, The Lost Soul had to be dug up and freed from captivity by Bifford's lackey, Kenny.

Hood: I don't like TLS being here.

Rockwell: Why? Because he rose from the "dead"?

Hood: No, because I think he might be contagious. The guy looked sick this week! Someone get him a dolphin sandwich!

Rockwell: Please don't spread that conspiracy theory...

Minos: And now, the team captain... a former two-time GCWA World Heavyweight Champion... standing 6'4" and weighing 411 lbs... from Phoenix, Arizona... here is The Big Bifford!!!

*The place erupts as "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio begins to play. The curtains part, and The Big Bifford walks out onto the stage, standing there and looking around at the crowd with a smile on his face. He stomps down the ramp and heads for the ring, without any of his usual MAGICAL items, since his team has taken them all. He does have Earl the Popcorn Salesman, who follows him out. Approaching the ring, Bifford stops short, noticing that Dan, Duce, & TLS are all watching him intently.*

Rockwell: There are some that believe The Big Bifford is responsible for the current state of the world right now.

Hood: I mean, is it fair to blame one man who only dreams of bringing chicken sandwiches around the world?

Rockwell: There's also suspicion about Bifford having broken into the Miami Seaquarium to kidnap and kill a dolphin.

Hood: You gotta love Bifford, right? I mean, Barrows doesn't, and his team hates him, and probably most of the wrestlers in Ultimate Survival tonight... but everyone else, right? Right?

Minos: Their opponents, representing Team Barrows...

*A calm whistling accompanied by a few mellow plucks and strums on a guitar begin to echo in the arena. The Heavy's song, "Put It On The Line" plays over the system. As the song drops, Phoenix Chadwick appears on the stage with spotlights turning on aimed towards him, pointing to the sky. He has a pearly white smile on his face as he paces down to the ring.*

Minos: Introducing now! From London, England. Weighing in at 13 and a third stone, 187 pounds. He calls himself the Don of London! PHOOOEENNIIIIIXXXX... CHAAAAAADWIIIIICK!!

*Phoenix rolls into the ring and quickly twirls onto his feet, taking his pose after popping his collar and pointing to the sky as he's rained on with confetti with a smile on his face.*

Hood: I think a lot of people see Chadwick as a dark horse in this one. Newcomer, looks like he can make anyone submit, and he's allied with Vossler, so that helps.

Rockwell: Allied with? It sounds like he's forced Vossler to be his coach, threatening to ruin his name otherwise.

Hood: Another reason why I like him. He's got everything mapped out.

Minos: Next... standing 5'9" and weighing 220 lbs... from Boston, Massachusetts... here is Anderson Haze!!

*The lights go out for the first part of the song. Then the electric guitar starts, a bright flash of white light happens then goes to red.*

*Haze walks out with a black t-shirt that says, "Get Hazed!" on his chest. He stands around and looks at the crowd with a grin on his face and charges to the ring.*

*He slides in and runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle and puts up the peace sign to the crowd. He makes eye contact with the crowd and talks to a few people then throws his shirt to a fan. Jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns around and walks back and forth waiting for the fight.*

Rockwell: Haze started out promising, but a couple of hard losses to Ryot and Chadwick seemed to have slowed his momentum. He's been given an opportunity to turn it around here tonight.

Hood: He'd better do something here, considering that he's fighting for Barrows now.

Rockwell: True, the pressure is definitely increased.

Minos: Making his way into the arena... 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.*

Rockwell: Warthog had a strong interview run this week with Jones, talking about his past. Of course, it's unclear if anything he actually said was the honest truth.

Hood: All I cared about was Jones continuing to throw insults my way. You lost, Jones! You're sitting in the back, and I'm out here! Deal with it, or just quit and go home and cry!

Rockwell: Okay, Hood, you've made your point. But Jones did do a good job this week.

Hood: You don't think anyone in charge noticed that, do you?

Rockwell: Maybe...

Hood: Shit.

Minos: Finally, the captain of Team Barrows... standing 7'0" and weighing 358 lbs... from Parts Best Left Unknown... making his GCWA debut... with The Reason... here is The Empty!!

"I wanna be Jekyll but I'm always fucking Hyde!"

*This is the first line of "Jekyll & Hyde" by Five Finger Death Punch to break the silence before the curtain gets pushed out of the way. Strobe lights move and flicker to the beat and guitar riffs of the song. The Reason leads The Empty out from behind the curtain, the former stoic yet buzzing with sadistic glee. The Empty, once seeing the squared circle in front of him, stretches its arms out with a great roaring cry, breathing heavily and menacingly.*

*Without warning, it charges into the ring and stares at its opponents and teammates alike with a deep-seated hatred and desire for destruction. Its posture screams aggression as it leans forward, fingers clenching into barrel-like fists before releasing, squeezing all the muscles in its arms with each fist made.*

Hood: This guy... is he a guy? Or a thing? Either way, The Empty will give wrestlers nightmares for sure.

Rockwell: The Empty & The Reason has been a powerful force in Carnage Wrestling, and now they have seized the opportunity to come to the GCWA and take on the challenge of The Big Bifford.

Hood: The Reason's got this monster craving destruction and looking to destroy everyone. His teammates need to be careful, I don't think they're safe just because they're supposed to be working together!

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: Time to fight!

Rockwell: But will these teams fight their opponents, or each other?

*Chadwick is watching The Empty closely, making sure to keep himself prepared. Haze and Warthog are more focused on what's happening outside the ring. The Big Bifford is still outside, having refused to get into the ring. He's pointing to his teammates, telling them that they should get started, and he'll be there in a little while. He then turns away, talking with Earl The Popcorn Salesman, while spotting a food vendor near the front row. He calls him over, apparently wanting to buy something, with Earl's money, of course. Earl nods, pulling out an envelope labelled "Kenny's Salary".*

Hood: Looks like Bifford's not ready yet. I guess his team will have to fight on without him!

Rockwell: I don't think that's what's going to happen, Hood...

*As Earl pays for the food, we can see The Lost Soul sliding out of the ring, quickly followed by Dangerous Dan and Duce Jones. Bifford, turning, sees them and raises his hands, not wanting a repeat of what happened last week. He tries to negotiate, saying that he's brought them together and that together, they can be successful. He even offers to have Earl buy them a snack. The Lost Soul doesn't want to hear it, immediately attacking with a series of rights! Dan and Duce quickly join in, and it's a three-on-one assault once again as Earl quickly makes a run for it.*

Rockwell: Just like we expected!

Hood: They're taking out one of their best chances to win!

Rockwell: The Lost Soul has been saying all week that he's only here for one reason: taking out Bifford. I don't think he cares about this match at all!

Hood: But he's throwing away a World Title shot!

Rockwell: No, he's making sure Bifford doesn't GET a World Title shot! Plus, maybe they're wanting the bounty!

Hood: Well, I know Jonathan Barrows is pretty happy right now...

*Team Barrows is watching from the ring as the beatdown continues, with Bifford having been driven to his knees. He's now taking punches and kicks, the three men doing all they can to put him away. The Empty turns to The Reason, looking like he doesn't want to wait anymore. The Reason nods with a sadistic laugh. The Empty starts forward, ready to attack, with Warthog reaching out a hand to stop him. He tries talking to the beast, saying that he wants to wait until he can pin Bifford. This proves to be a terrible decision, as The Empty grabs Warthog with a nerve hold, causing him intense pain!!*

Hood: And now The Empty is attacking his own team!

Rockwell: This is looking to be the craziest Ultimate Survival match in history!

Hood: Can teammates pin each other? Has that been allowed? We need a rules confirmation, Mr. Barrows!!

*Haze tries to get The Empty to break the hold, as Warthog sags towards the mat. The Empty responds by dropping Warthog and grabbing hold of Haze, spinning him around twice before landing a Death Valley Bomb!!! Haze is flat on his back, crushed from the impact. The Empty pushes up, his eyes looking around for Phoenix Chadwick, but Chadwick is showing his intelligence by stepping out of the ring. Seeing no one else, The Empty pulls Haze back up, pounding on him as he takes him to the corner. Haze can't even manage to fight back as The Empty gets him up... delivering the Descent Into Madness (Avalanche Death Valley Driver)!!!*

Rockwell: Jesus!

Hood: Anyone got Haze's age? We're going to need his official age to announce his passing...

Rockwell: All this fighting, and the two teams haven't even gone at each other yet!

*On the outside, Dangerous Dan and Duce Jones notice what's been happening between the ropes. Sensing a major threat, they both slide into the ring, charging at The Empty... but The Empty catches them both by the throat!! The two wrestlers both kick at the monster, managing to free themselves from his grip, and then start attacking, trying to weaken him. They move to the other side of the ring. In the meantime, The Lost Soul, seeing Haze still flat on his back, climbs up the turnbuckle... and leaps off, landing Souled Out (Somersault Leg Drop)!!!! The veteran does it beautifully, landing straight onto Haze! TLS then makes the cover, looking at the ref, who shrugs, since there have been no "legal men" yet, and slides in... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Anderson Haze has been eliminated!!

Rockwell: And just like that, Team Barrows is down by one!

Hood: Mr. Barrows must be so disappointed in Haze...

Rockwell: But Haze got attacked by his own teammate! Surely that counts for something!

Hood: It doesn't. Haze should have been smart like Chadwick, instead of getting in The Empty's way.

*The Lost Soul gets up, looking past Haze. He glances outside to where The Big Bifford is still down, contemplating going back to him. But suddenly, TLS is pulled by his feet to the outside, where Chadwick and Warthog start punching away at him! They work the double-team, hammering away at the veteran. In the meantime, The Empty is coming back against Dangerous Dan & Duce Jones, with The Empty sending Duce flying with a haymaker! Dan jumps onto The Empty's back, but the beast easily pulls him off, throwing Dan forward. The Empty then pulls him up, locking him into position and delivering the Hellevator!! Dan looks in bad shape, as The Empty stands over him. Duce tries to come to the rescue, but The Empty catches him as well, lifting him and bodyslamming him onto Dan!!*

Rockwell: The Empty is destroying everyone!

Hood: You know this was exactly what The Reason was expecting to see!

Rockwell: I don't know if Jonathan Barrows should be excited or scared right now. What has he unleashed into the GCWA??

*On the outside, The Lost Soul is fighting back in spite of the odds, having knocked Warthog away from him. Warthog leans on the railing, his pinched nerve clearly still bothering him, as TLS goes at it full-tilt with Chadwick. In the ring, The Empty has Dangerous Dan up in the air, spinning him around and around in a giant swing! He finishes off the Vortex of Doom with an Alabama Slam, crushing Dan!! Crazy Chris can be seen on the outside, holding his head, as The Empty drops onto Dan with all his weight, making the pin. The ref goes along with it, not wanting to be on The Empty's bad side, as he makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Dangerous Dan has been eliminated!!

Rockwell: And just like that, the Danger Boiz are done for the evening!

Hood: Dangerous Dan just never could get his fire going. I think he was just too thrilled to be part of a group taking The Big Bifford down, he didn't have focus on anyone else.

Rockwell: That, and The Empty is a complete monster!

Hood: Well, yeah, of course that, too...

*The fans aren't happy to see Dangerous Dan leave, but Crazy Chris manages to get his brother out of there. He carries Dan, with an arm draped over his shoulder, as they head to the back, leaving the MIGHTY SCYTHE behind. In the ring, The Empty looks supreme, stretching his arms out and giving another huge roaring cry. He turns back... and Duce charges in, punching away with his good arm! The fans cheer as Duce fights forward, slugging for all he's worth. He gets The Empty into the ropes, tangling him up, then scores with a version of the Nice To Knee You (Swinging knee lift)!!*

Rockwell: Duce isn't giving up!

Hood: But he still hasn't managed to get The Empty on the ground! Duce should have run away and hid under the ring when he had the chance!

Rockwell: Just because that would be your strategy, Hood, it doesn't mean anyone else would do it.

Hood: Then they're stupid. It's a winning strategy!

*Duce keeps striking against The Empty, battling the best he can with a single arm. He still has both knees, though, as he moves to the other side of the ring, preparing for the Krayzed Knee (Running Busaki Knee Strike)!! But Duce suddenly turns as Aaron Warthog is back in the ring, attacking him! Duce fights back, knocking Warthog backwards and jumping up to hit a Superman Punch with his good arm! Warthog falls into the corner, stunned, as Duce turns back to The Empty, rushing at him. But The Empty is ready for him, catching Duce and taking him all the way around with a Black Hole Slam!! Duce has the wind knocked out of him, brutally, with Warthog suddenly running in and dropping on him with a splash! The ref counts, with Warthog getting a handful of tights... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!*

Minos: Duce Jones has been eliminated!!

Rockwell: It... did I just see what I thought I saw??

Hood: Yes! Warthog got a pin! Warthog got a pin!!

Rockwell: Oh My God!

*The ref helps Duce Jones from the ring, rolling him carefully out, as Warthog starts leaping around the ring in pure excitement. He is acting as if he's won the whole thing, but can you blame him for being excited? The Empty, emotionless, stares at Warthog's celebration. He then suddenly drops to his knees... as The Lost Soul scored a low blow from behind!!! The referee was too distracted with Duce to see it! The Empty drops to the mat, in pain, as The Lost Soul jumps over him to head towards Warthog. He's on the turnbuckle, still thrilled to have gotten a victory, But The Lost Soul grabs him off the turnbuckle, pulling him downwards and into a schoolboy!!! The referee returns... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Aaron Warthog has been eliminated!!

Rockwell: Too much celebration...

Hood: Damn, Aaron! Still, at least you got rid of Duce Jones.

Rockwell: That brings us to 2-2, but Bifford is still down outside the ring!

Hood: The Lost Soul's in a hell of his own making!

*With Warthog still complaining to the referee, saying he thought he kicked out, The Lost Soul goes back to The Empty, kicking at him. The monster starts to get up in spite of the kicks, refusing to stay down. He strikes at TLS, driving him back into the corner. The Empty then grabs The Lost Soul by the throat, choking him, as the referee's back is still turned as he's getting Warthog out of there. The ref finally comes back, seeing what's happening, and starts a count to cause the break. The Empty doesn't seem inclined to let go, but he's surprised when Chadwick jumps onto the apron and tags The Empty's shoulder, making himself the legal man! The Empty steps back, staring at Chadwick, who raises his arms in a back-off gesture. The Empty looks outside, where The Reason orders him to the apron, so The Empty steps through the ropes.*

Rockwell: I'm not sure who got saved there, The Lost Soul or The Empty.

Hood: I think both. It'd be a disqualification to actually kill your opponent, right?

Rockwell: I hope we never have to find out about that.

*Chadwick chops away at the struggling TLS, getting him to the ropes. He then meets him with a running double roundhouse kick lariat, putting the veteran down! Chadwick hops up, grabbing TLS' foot, and applies a spinning toe hold, working to keep the opponent down as The Empty watches from the apron. Meanwhile, on the outside, The Big Bifford is still on the outside mat, breathing heavily. Suddenly, the camera shifts to the aisleway, where Earl The Popcorn Salesman can be seen returning... with the bag of MAGICAL CONFETTI!! He takes it over to Bifford, handing it to him, with Bifford slowly sitting up, looking at it. He holds it, still not rising, as Earl starts to sneak around the ring.*

Rockwell: What is Earl up to?

Hood: He probably doesn't want to attract the attention of The Empty, and who can blame him for that?

*In the ring, Chadwick continues to work The Lost Soul over, shifting over into more of an ankle lock submission. The Lost Soul is shaking his head, showing no signs of giving up. Chadwick starts dragging him back by the ankle, turning to The Empty and reaching out his hand. The Empty slaps it, hard, before stepping through the ropes to stomp on TLS' back. In the meantime, Earl has gathered both the MIGHTY SCYTHE and the MAGICAL FLEECE, dragging them around the ring to where Bifford is sitting. He sets the SCYTHE to the side and starts working to get the FLEECE around Bifford's shoulders.*

Hood: Earl's giving Bifford his magic back!

Rockwell: That's not going to change the fact that Bifford took a hell of a beating earlier!

Hood: But maybe that fleece has healing properties!

Rockwell: This isn't a damn video game!

*The Empty lands a few haymakers on The Lost Soul, causing the veteran to fall into the wrong corner. He looks completely dazed at this point, unable to fight back as The Empty tags Chadwick and the two men start delivering double boots to TLS' chest. On the outside, The Big Bifford is slowly rising, feeling the MAGICAL FLEECE around his shoulders. He nods to Earl, then takes a deep breath before getting up to his feet! He walks carefully around the ring to the right corner, getting up on the apron. He seems to be ready to tag in, watching as TLS is still getting brutalized.*

Rockwell: Hey, it's Bifford!

Hood: The big man is back, but it may be too late for The Lost Soul!

Rockwell: Bifford, though, can at least fight on, even if he can't get tagged in.

*Chadwick hits a running dropkick in the corner, then grabs TLS by the legs and drags him out for a pin attempt. The ref is right there... 1... 2... and somehow TLS kicks out! Chadwick, looking annoyed, tags in The Empty again, with the monster stepping over the ropes. Bifford, seeing the size of the man, looks surprised, as if he had no clue this was going to be one of his opponents. He nonetheless tries to cheer on the man who assaulted him earlier, yelling about how he's the only one who should be pinning him. The Empty drops down, applying an STO with an Iron Claw submission added in!! The Lost Soul is struggling, but only weakly, as his energy's starting to be taken out.*

Rockwell: It's going to take a miracle for The Lost Soul to get out of this!

Hood: Or maybe... a little magic??

*From the apron, The Big Bifford pulls up his MIGHTY SCYTHE, raising it in the air. The referee, nervous, goes to order Bifford to not use it, threatening disqualification, but Bifford shakes his head, saying that's not his intention. He stretches the MIGHTY SCYTHE out over into the ring, showing he's using it as a tag extender!! The referee doesn't seem to like it, and neither does The Empty, who releases TLS from the hold. He gets up, reaching out and grabbing the MIGHTY SCYTHE from a shocked Bifford!! He then turns towards TLS, bringing the flat side of the SCYTHE down on the back of The Lost Soul's head!!! The crowd gasps, even as the referee signals for the bell!!*

Rockwell: Jesus! Thank God he used the other side of that weapon!

Hood: Even then, though, that sickening impact!!

Rockwell: Yeah, but The Empty has gone too far!

*The Reason is up on the apron now, demanding that the referee retract his decision, but the referee is adamant. He goes over towards where Minos is waiting, saying something to him. Minos then raises up his mic.*

Minos: Per referee's decision, The Empty has been disqualified!!

Rockwell: What a stunner!

Hood: The Empty couldn't resist using the weapon, and this isn't a Falls Count Anywhere match, no matter how chaotic it's been!

Rockwell: But The Lost Soul still hasn't moved!

*The Empty turns menacingly to the referee, who backs away quickly. The Reason convinces The Empty to head his way. Chadwick, though, isn't letting things rest for too long. He's back in the ring, grabbing at the unconscious TLS and twisting him around into the Corda (Rings of Saturn)!!! The Lost Soul isn't even twitching in the hold, as the referee hurries back over. The Big Bifford, rather than make the save, is looking at his MIGHTY SCYTHE, obviously concerned that it might have been damaged due to the force used on it. As Bifford isn't entering, there's no hope for TLS, as the referee almost immediately signals for the bell.*

Minos: The Lost Soul has been eliminated!!

Rockwell: The Lost Soul put up a hell of a fight, but no one could survive what just happened to him!

Hood: Yeah, but even then, he tapped out! What a quitter!

Rockwell: What are you talking about, Hood? He's clearly out, the referee had to make the call!

Hood: You see it your way, and I'll see it mine.

*Chadwick is on his feet, ready to go mano-a-mano with The Big Bifford. But Bifford is still on the apron, carefully handing the MIGHTY SCYTHE down to Earl on the outside. He looks very concerned, either because something got chipped, or maybe just because of somebody else handling it or getting hit by it. Chadwick, annoyed at being ignored, runs forward, dropkicking Bifford in the back and knocking him forward onto Earl!!! Somehow, the MIGHTY SCYTHE falls to the side instead of impaling anyone. Bifford gets back up, wincing, and looking down at Earl, who took the full weight of Bifford.*

Hood: Shit! We need a medevac for Earl!

Rockwell: We're not going to see anymore popcorn sales tonight!

*Bifford looks down at Earl, a little concern showing, but not a ton. He turns and goes back to the ring, rolling himself inside, only to have Chadwick immediately start dropping knees onto him, working to keep the big man down. Bifford rolls away to the center of the ring, trying to avoid the kicks, but this works perfectly for Chadwick, who twists Bifford's large legs around and applies a modified bridging figure four leglock!! Chadwick bends his own back to add more pressure, as Bifford painfully fights the hold. Outside, Kenny, another associate of Bifford's, is running down to the ring, leading a couple of medics. Kenny goes around to Earl, checking on him, patting his pockets, and taking out the envelope marked "Kenny's Salary". He pockets it, before turning to the approaching medics and asking them to help out.*

Rockwell: Well, at least someone's getting paid.

Hood: In our current times, you never turn your back on a paycheck, even it's been slightly garnished by Bifford's appetite.

Rockwell: And in the meantime, Chadwick's breaking out his submission arsenal on the former World Champion!

*Bifford was able to use his large tree trunks of legs to fight free of the submission, but that just caused Chadwick to go to a Fujiwara Armbar submission! He works over the body part, twisting the arm, as Bifford struggles against the pain. He starts trying to drag both men towards the ropes, but then starts to pull himself up instead, lifting Chadwick up with him! Chadwick, surprised, can't let go in time, as Bifford gets him high enough before dropping back down, slamming him on the mat! Chadwick breaks the hold, hurting, as Bifford is feeling a lot of pain in his shoulder and arm now. He still gets up, though, grabbing at Chadwick before he can get away. He then double-hooks him and drops with a double-arm DDT, putting Chadwick on the canvas! Bifford makes the cover... 1... 2... but Chadwick kicks out!*

Rockwell: Even with everything that's happened tonight, Bifford's still able to fight back!

Hood: It's got to be that fleece! It's the secret to Bifford's success!

Rockwell: Maybe mentally, but again, this is NOT a video game!

Hood: You keep saying that, but how do you know for sure??

Rockwell: .......

*The Big Bifford gets up, looking more confident now. He brings Chadwick up, trying to set him up for the Biff End! But as Bifford brings Chadwick up into piledriver position, Chadwick is able to break free, throwing his legs around Bifford in a headscissors! The weight drops Bifford to the mat, with Chadwick twisting Bifford over with a propeller headscissor necklock!! He hangs on tightly, working Bifford's head, as the former World Champion again finds himself in trouble. He isn't far from the ropes, though, and starts crawling that way, reaching out and managing to grab hold. The referee signals for the break, with Chadwick dropping it.*

Rockwell: Phoenix Chadwick can strike from almost anywhere! One second you think you're in control, and the next he has you in a submission!

Hood: I give a lot of credit to Vossler's coaching.

Rockwell: I don't! I think this is pure Chadwick we're seeing on display tonight!

*Chadwick is back on his feet first, feeling some of the pain from how long this match has gone. But he's still ready as The Big Bifford tries to rise, getting the massive wrestler and scoring with Paint It Black (Inverted Codebreaker)!!! Bifford takes more damage, but just barely, as Chadwick is hurting as well. He manages to recover, though, after a minute, finally getting over to Bifford and working to apply the Character Killer (Spider Twist)!! But as Chadwick tries to hang on, Bifford's suddenly pushing off the mat, rising up with Chadwick in his grasp! Chadwick tries to fight free with a couple of forearms, but Bifford won't be deterred, turning Chadwick around in his grip... and dropping with the Biff End!!!! The crowd roars as Bifford makes the cover... 1.... 2... 3!!!!!!*

Minos: Phoenix Chadwick has been eliminated!! Here is your sole survivor, moving onto the Finals... The Big Bifford!!!

Rockwell: Bifford does it! Despite his whole team attacking him, Bifford survived to make it to the finals!

Hood: Hell, his plan worked, in a way! Sure, he took a lot of hits, but then he got to rest for the majority of the match afterwards!

Rockwell: I doubt it was Bifford's plan, but it definitely worked for him. As for Chadwick, he came oh so close to making it through! He really did show himself to be an incredible wrestler tonight!

Hood: Yeah, I thought for sure he was going to find a way to make Bifford tap out!

Rockwell: The Big Bifford wouldn't quit, though, and now he's got a chance to become the Ultimate Survivor!

*The Big Bifford raises his arms, happy in his victory, as well as having the MAGICAL FLEECE back. He goes to the side, asking for his MIGHTY SCYTHE and MAGICAL CONFETTI. Of course, Earl's been carted to the back, and Kenny went with him, so there's no one to give Bifford the stuff. After a few moments of considering going for it himself, Bifford instead yells something to a security guard, who reluctantly comes over, picks up the stuff, ands hands it in. Bifford takes it, nodding in respect before taking his gear and stepping out of the ring, right where the security guard is. He leaves with the stuff he easily could have gotten himself, as the security guard retakes his position.*



*We're shown the backstage locker room of Mack O'Connor. He's sitting with his manager, Treat Cassidy, possibly discussing strategy for the coming match. They could also be just talking about almost anything else, as we have no sound. O'Connor reaches over, grabbing an open can of Bud Light, taking a drink before setting it back down.*

Hood: Good to see Mack is embracing his current sponsorship duties!

Rockwell: A paycheck is a paycheck.

Hood: Damn straight! You think I'd sit here all evening with you if I wasn't getting paid?

Rockwell: To keep Jones out of your spot? I think you would.

Hood: ... You bastard. If I answer yes, they might cut my pay, and if I answer no, Jones gets one step closer...

Rockwell: Hell of a trap, isn't it?

Hood: ...


Ultimate Survival Qualifying match
Team A-List vs. Team Outsiders

Minos: The next contest is an Ultimate Survival Elimination Qualifying match! The surviving members of the winning team will qualify for the Ultimate Survival Finals later on tonight. We will start with Team Outsiders...

*The fans are ready for another contest, considering how wild the last one was. While they're keeping their distance from each other, it's been really hard to resist high fives with all the excitement.*

Minos: Introducing first... standing 5'7" and weighing 154 lbs... from Blooming Valley, Pennsylvania... here is "The Oncoming Storm" Erin Gordon!!

*The overhead lights slowly go dark as the first strummed chords of 'Hurricane' fill the air, the crowd's cheers rising in response to the woman that is about to emerge. Gray lights flare into being around the curtain when the song starts proper, illuminating the outline of the Oncoming Storm as she stands with her shoulders square and her hands curled into fists at her sides. The wind machine is on behind her, blowing her hair around as her gaze moves over the assembled crowd and the surroundings alike... before it settles upon the ring. As 'Hurricane' cuts to the chorus, she makes her way down the aisle, not shying away from the hands that reach out for her.*

It's gonna rain, it's gonna rain... 'til the levee breaks.
A tidal wave of fear and pain carries us away.
Another fight into the night until nothing else remains.
How do we find harbor from the hurricane?

*Erin's focus never wavers, even as she grabs onto the ropes and hauls herself up onto the apron. Wiping her feet, she climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes before she heads to her corner, turning to rest her back against the turnbuckles. Only then does she play a little to the crowd, a single fist thrusting itself skyward to earn more cheers as her music fades.*

Rockwell: Gordon saw her X Division Title shot get stolen away from her thanks to Team A-List, but this just led her to join on with Zybala.

Hood: Which was a huge mistake. You know how many teams would have loved to have Gordon on their squad?

Rockwell: Well, Gordon's got a chance to show all those other teams what they missed...

Minos: Next... standing 6'0" and weighing 210 lbs... from Elmira, New York... making his GCWA in-ring debut... here is Dexter Montgomery!!

*As the music starts, lights flash and you can see a figure with semi long hair kneeled down on the entrance ramp. Just as the words "get on your knees and BOW DOWN" echoes from the speakers, the lights explode at the entrance ramp. Showing Dexter Montgomery on his knees, holding his mask in his hands. He holds it in his hands, staring down at it, before pulling it over his face. He instantly jumps up, and rushes down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, and kneels in the middle of the ring as the lights in the arena flash.*

Rockwell: Montgomery surprisingly came out to help Team Outsiders this past week, earning a spot on the team.

Hood: Nobody else wanted anything to do with that ghost, Zybala, so why not just grab a masked man you've never seen fight before?

Rockwell: He did do SOME fighting during the brawl on Inferno.

Hood: Maybe he did, or maybe it was someone else under the mask. Nobody knows for sure...

Minos: Making his way down... from Dallas, Texas... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... here is Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn!!

*The fans give a warm cheer as "Sweep Da Floor" by Keith From Up Da Block begins to play. Vaughn comes out, pumped to the music, as he points his trusty mop into the air multiple times. He starts marching to the ring, ready to sweep out his opposition. He manages to get through the ropes without difficulty, still holding the mop as he climbs up the turnbuckle.*

Hood: I can't believe Vaughn went back to Exile Island.

Rockwell: I have to say, Vaughn's looking stronger by the day, so Zybala and Lucas Thames' training regimes are helping him.

Hood: Yeah, if he doesn't die first! That King Louie orangutan almost ended both of them!

Rockwell: You were so hoping Zybala wouldn't be here, weren't you?

Hood: That damn monkey... didn't do his job...

Minos: And now, the team captain... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Buffalo, New York... here is the owner of Outsiders Championship Wrestling, and the current GCWA Unified X Division Champion... Mike Zybala!!

*"Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. plays, with the fans giving a mixed reaction for the coming of the Outsiders owner. The lights go out, blacking the arena (and causing another small scream from Hood). With the lights come back up, Zybala is now standing in the middle of the ring, smiling. The X Division Title is strapped around his waist. He goes to each corner, saluting the crowd, before settling down.*

Rockwell: This could be Zybala's year. He's already become X Division Champion, and now he has his first opportunity to get a World Title shot!

Hood: I tell you, 2020 has been a complete disaster.

Rockwell: It sure hasn't been pleasant, I'll agree to that...

Hood: And it's all due to Zybala's rise! He's getting better, and the world's ending, Adrian! The WORLD... is ENDING!!!

Rockwell: Calm down, Hood!

Hood: I hate him so much!!

Minos: Moving on to Team A-List... introducing first, standing 6'5" and weighing 216 lbs... from Australia... here is "The Sexiest Man On Earth" PerZag!!

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

Rockwell: PerZag's been doing some work on the side since returning to the GCWA, apparently setting up people who have been assholes!

Hood: A very noble profession. I wonder if he'd go after Jones for threatening my job.

Rockwell: I don't really agree with PerZag's methods, but I can say he's an excellent wrestler. When he came out for the Sexiest Man on Earth contest, I think a lot of wrestlers immediately saw him as a threat.

Hood: If they didn't, then they're clearly not worthy.

Rockwell: Wrong gimmick, Hood.

Hood: Ummm... they're not sexy?

Rockwell: Yeah, let's just move on...

Minos: Coming to the ring... standing 5'11" and weighing 189 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... here is "The Natural" Ryot!!

*The lights cut out for the first few seconds of the theme song. When the song's loud drums kick in, the lights come back on and flash red and white.*

*Ryot slowly walks out onto the stage wearing his black padded vest with a giant "R" on the chest. He stands to look around for a second and proceeds to point two finger guns towards the ring before marching down. He locks eyes with some fans in the crowd but he pays no mind to them.*

*He runs up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle to hold his arms out to both sides for the crowd. He then jumps into the ring, looking around at the crowd before walking to the corner and waiting for his opponent on one knee.*

Rockwell: Ryot is extremely confident coming into tonight, thanks to all his training in his Florida getaway resort house.

Hood: Yeah, I laughed hard when he sucker-chopped Lionel. You'd think the guy would have seen it coming.

Rockwell: Even if he did, it wouldn't have been good for his career to try and block it.

Hood: True. Considering the lifestyle he gets to enjoy, Lionel probably doesn't want to jeopardize it.

Minos: Finally, entering together... accompanied by Lissandra Thomas... here are A-List members "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson and "Perfection Personified" Dylan Thomas!!

*Watch Me Shine by Fozzy hits and through the curtain steps Dylan and Lissandra, hand in hand. A few steps behind is Dave Branson, looking as menacing as ever. The three of them make their way down the ramp with Dylan and Lissandra playing up the jeers and boos from the crowd. Dylan beckons the camera closer and he mouths the words 'After tonight, you're looking at the number one contender again!' before shoving the camera away, laughing. At the apron, Dylan kisses Lissandra on the floor because she has opted to not climb through the ropes this time due to her stomach getting bigger. After kissing Lissandra, Dylan climbs through the ropes, hopping up on a turnbuckle as usual and shouting to the crowd. Meanwhile, Dave escorts Lissandra around to the commentary booth before climbing over the ropes and into the ring. Dylan quickly winks at Lissandra as Hood helps her with a chair and we're underway.*

Hood: Welcome, Lissie, to the commentary booth!

Lissandra Thomas: Thank you, Hood. The baby is fine, Adrian.

Rockwell: ... I'm glad to hear it, Mrs. Thomas.

Lissandra Thomas: Everyone always asks before, and after this week... but the baby is fine.

Rockwell: So let's talk the A-List. Branson had a strong week, first running one of his 'jobs' successfully, then helping to save Dylan Thomas and Knux, who were in the midst of a bar brawl.

Lissandra Thomas: I think Dylan & Knux would have been able to handle things on their own, but it was still good timing from The A-List Fixer!

Hood: He's always been so good at his job, and I'm glad he got you out of there safely!

Rockwell: As for Dylan Thomas, he looks very energized about tonight's contest.

Lissandra Thomas: He's looking more perfect than ever, he's got the 'ultimate' team around him, and we're expecting to dominate the finals!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: We're ready to begin!

Hood: C'mon, A=List!

Lissandra Thomas: This should be short and very, very sweet.

*After a quick discussion, Dave Branson steps in for Team A-List, ready to fight as always. Zybala seems to want to go as well, interested in getting his hands on the A-List, but Montgomery is arguing for himself. Zybala relents, stepping back, as Montgomery turns and enters the fray. He moves towards Branson, his defenses up, as the A-List Fixer just stares him down with no emotion shown whatsoever. Montgomery turns around him, and then tries to come in with a couple of knee strikes, but Branson blocks both, then lashes out with his own punches, hammering on the masked wrestler.*

Rockwell: Branson is such a force in there, it's going to be hard for any of these wrestlers to get him out of the way!

Hood: I know facing Branson in a dark alley somewhere would likely be my last act!

Lissandra Thomas: Look at the size of him compared to Team Outsiders! It would take all four of them to come close to Dave!

*Branson whips Montgomery across the ring, waiting for him to return. He goes for the clothesline, but Montgomery ducks under it and runs back, catching Branson on the rebound with an elbow strike! Montgomery throws a few more, staggering him, before trying to take out Branson's right leg. But Branson stops him with a kick, knocking Montgomery backwards. He then starts working over Montgomery again with a fierce attack, punching him repeatedly in the mid-section with devastating blows! Branson then punches Montgomery repeatedly in the head, before giving him a boot in the head, completing the Not Paid By The Hour assault! Montgomery's down, but it's not enough for Branson, who drags him up, only to give him the FIXED! Chokeslam!!! Branson then makes the cover, as all of Montgomery's allies look on with unhappiness... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Dexter Montgomery has been eliminated!!

Rockwell: Not a good night for Dexter Montgomery!

Hood: You said it was going to be short and sweet, Lissie!

Lissandra Thomas: I told you so. Nice one, Dave!

*Montgomery is sent from the ring, as Zybala just looks disappointed. He tries to fire his team back up, with Erin Gordon stepping into the ring. Branson considers her, shaking his head, before turning and tagging in Ryot! "The Natural" has no problems coming in and facing the woman who cost him a title shot. He starts talking big to Gordon, about how she's got no shot now. Gordon answers with the universal hand gesture of "Go Screw Yourself", angering Ryot. The two lock up, with Ryot quickly landing a series of strike and kick combinations to move Gordon back into the corner. He kicks away at her, trying to do more damage, obviously still angry at what happened a few weeks ago.*

Rockwell: Ryot has looked like a budding star since he came here, someone who could be a force in the GCWA in the future.

Lissandra Thomas: You're wrong, Adrian.

Rockwell: What? I am?

Lissandra Thomas: In allying himself with the A-List, Ryot's not going to be a force in the future. He's one right now.

*With Gordon in trouble, Ryot leaves her hanging in the corner, stepping away. He gets far enough away from her to have the distance, before pointing two finger guns at her and charging, landing a V Trigger variation in the corner!! Gordon slumps down, hurting, as the camera flips to Vaughn & Zybala. Neither look very happy at the current circumstances. Zybala waves to Vaughn to settle down, then looks up. As Ryot sets Gordon up once more, perhaps another V Trigger, the lights go out!! Hood gives a small scream, as he usually does in the darkness. After a second, the lights come back on... and Zybala's standing in the corner in front of the downed Gordon! Ryot, surprised, falls back as Zybala comes out striking, attacking at full force!!*

Lissandra Thomas: That's illegal!

Hood: That's impossible!!

Rockwell: That's Zybala!

*As Zybala gets Ryot off to the side, punching away, the referee works to get between them. He's yelling at Zybala to return to his corner, with Zybala swearing that there was a tag while everything was dark. The referee's not going for it, saying that if he didn't see it, it didn't happen. As Zybala pleads his case, with Ryot laughing at him, Gordon struggles to get back up... only to have Thomas slip into the ring in front of her, grab her, and drop with the Perfect Finisher!!! Gordon's down, as Thomas quickly leaves the ring, sliding to the floor as if he was checking something out under the ring.*

Rockwell: A sneak-attack from Dylan Thomas! That wasn't legal, either, Hood, Mrs. Thomas!

Hood: You have to call it down the middle for everyone, Adrian!

Lissandra Thomas: Besides which, I didn't see anything, other than Gordon tripping over her big feet.

Hood: Tripping? Oh, right... Tripping!

Rockwell: *sigh*

*Zybala's finally convinced to leave the ring, although he's incensed, having seen Thomas' actions. There's nothing he nor Vaughn can do, though, as Ryot moves back in towards the downed Gordon. He waits, taunting her, as she slowly tries to rise, in horrible pain from the Perfect Finisher. As soon as Gordon sits up, though, Ryot leaps in, catching her across the side of the head with RYOT Time (Shining Wizard)!!! Gordon's out, with Ryot taking a second or two to mock her before finally making the cover, glaring towards the opponents' corner... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Erin Gordon has been eliminated!!

Rockwell: It feels early, but Team A-List already has a 4-2 advantage!

Lissandra Thomas: This is going as smoothly as I thought it would. Zybala's such a terrible judge of teammates.

Hood: Whereas you & Dylan found the best of the best!

Lissandra Thomas: Exactly!

*Ryot is laughing at Gordon, having gotten his revenge. He turns away from her... and Zybala is back in, now legally, punching away at him! He moves Ryot backwards, leaping and dropkicking him back into the corner! Seeing Zybala's fire, Thomas, Branson, & PerZag all immediately start coming into the ring to go after him! Vaugh, seeing this, goes to the side, then springboards off the top rope, flying in and splashing into Branson & Thomas!! PerZag dodges it, going for Zybala, but Zybala catches him with a strong style eye rake, sending PerZag stumbling away! Ryot uses the moment to attack Zybala from behind, as the referee runs around, trying to regain control.*

Hood: We need a new ref in there!

Rockwell: Well, I mean, Zybala is a ref...

Lissandra Thomas: We need to think a little higher than that, Adrian.

*Vaughn has gone outside with Thomas now, trying to keep him occupied. But Branson follows them out, putting The Janitor in a bad way. In the ring, the referee works to get PerZag out of there, since he's the last illegal man. PerZag is still trying to clear his vision, hoping no permanent damage was done. Behind them, Ryot sends Zybala into the ropes, then meets him on the way back in a leaping roundhouse, taking him down. Ryot then drops on top for the cover, but the referee is still getting PerZag out. Ryot, angry, yells at him, with the referee coming back... 1... 2.. and Zybala easily kicks out. Ryot pounds at the mat, blaming the referee at this point.*

Hood: We should be down to 4-on-1 right now!

Rockwell: Zybala might have kicked out anyway, Hood.

Lissandra Thomas: I think Mr. Barrows should come out and make a ruling.

*Ryot brings Zybala back up, still angry. He steps back, only to charge in and score a bicycle knee strike that puts the X Division Champion back down! Ryot, pumped up now, goes to the corner, waiting again for his foe to sit up. As Zybala moves, raising his head, Ryot comes in for another RYOT Time!!! But Zybala drops back down, avoiding it, then kips himself to his feet! Ryot, off-balance, spins around... and Zybala scores the Superkick!!! Ryot falls backwards into a neutral corner, stunned, but Zybala's not done, coming in and leaping for the Facial Reconstruction (Curb Stomp in the corner)!!! Ryot's out, with Zybala quickly pulling him into position for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Ryot has been eliminated!!

Hood: No! What a miscarriage of justice!

Lissandra Thomas: It's okay, Hood. Dylan, Dave, & PerZag will do what needs to be done.

Rockwell: The odds are better for Team Outsiders, but it's still 3-2...

*Zybala is back on his feet, ready to continue on. He looks around, suddenly realizing that Vaughn isn't there. He looks outside, where Thomas & Branson are lifting Vaughn into the air, powerbombing him on the floor!!! Zybala, shocked, starts that way, but PerZag rolls into the ring, facing him. He smirks at Zybala, showing him three fingers, before dropping it to one. Zybala, nodding, looks angry now. He and PerZag start going at it, throwing shots at each other, as the crowd roars in approval! PerZag gets control, landing a few good hits before sending Zybala towards the ropes. Zybala comes back, ducking under a clothesline, and hits the other side, leaping off with a springboard splash... but PerZag adjusts, catching Zybala in mid-air and spinning into a powerslam! The ref counts... 1... 2... and Zybala kicks out!*

Lissandra Thomas: PerZag is so talented!

Hood: He would make a great addition to The A-List, wouldn't he?

Rockwell: I'm not sure about that. PerZag, from what I've seen in the past, isn't a follower. He thinks of himself as a leader in most things.

Lissandra Thomas: The A-List works together, Adrian, like a family.

Rockwell: So you'd be okay if PerZag wins later tonight?

Lissandra Thomas: He won't, but that's okay. We can work together until then.

*PerZag tags in Thomas, then holds onto Zybala, with Thomas getting in some free punches. He seems to enjoy it, glad to take it to a man he doesn't like. As PerZag leaves the ring, Thomas grabs hold of Zybala, twisting him around with a German suplex to the mat. Thomas then hops up, still pleased, as he goes to Zybala's legs. He lifts them up, before springing off of them for his patented senton leg drop! It lands right on target, with Thomas readjusting afterwards to make the cover... 1... 2... and Zybala kicks out. Thomas, happy to continue, turns and tags in Branson, hanging onto Zybala's arm so that Branson can give it a sharp kick, doing some more damage.*

Rockwell: Team A-List is tagging in and out at will, and Zybala has no one to help him now!

Lissandra Thomas: Let this be a lesson for anyone who tries to stand in our way later tonight. The A-List are prepared for everything.

Hood: This is turning into an excellent show!

*Branson pulls Zybala to his feet, lifting him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He takes a couple of steps before giving Zybala a Snake Eyes onto the turnbuckle, just using brute force to throw him. Zybala collapses to the mat, hurting badly. He looks to his corner, but no one is there. Branson reaches over, tagging back in PerZag, who is happy to step in and get some free kicks to the ribs. He tugs Zybala up and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex, tossing him across the ring. PerZag stops to pose for a moment, showing the female fans what they're missing, before going back over to the downed X Division Champion. He starts stomping on him, showing no respect.*

Rockwell: This has really turned into a mugging...

Lissandra Thomas: It's not a mugging. It's just business.

Hood: And I can't get enough of the business at the moment!

Lissandra Thomas: I'm not sure what you mean, Hood...

Hood: Sorry, that came out wrong...

Rockwell: To my eyes, business may be about to pick up!

*As PerZag gets behind Zybala, pulling his arms back while putting a knee in his back, the fans start to react. They're not cheering PerZag, though. They're liking the sight of Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn limping around to his side of the ring! The weary Janitor pulls himself up into the corner, grasping at the tag rope, as he looks out at Zybala. PerZag, not knowing what's going on, fights to keep Zybala down, but the Outsiders owner starts to push back, struggling to his feet. PerZag twists into a Russian leg sweep attempt, but Zybala counters and lands his OWN Russian leg sweep!! Both men are down, as the crowd tries to rally for the tag.*

Hood: Uh oh...

Lissandra Thomas: Dave, get in there and stop this!

Rockwell: Can The Janitor actually be the hot tag??

*PerZag crawls towards his group, moving faster than Zybala, who's still out of it. PerZag gets over, reaching out and tagging in Thomas. But as Thomas hurries in, Zybala finds his last bit of energy... and the lights go out!! The crowd cheers in the darkness! When the lights come back, Thomas is where Zybala was, apparently having been feeling around the mat for him. But Zybala is now in his own corner, reaching out, with Vaughn tagging in! The fans explode as Vaughn catapults himself into the ring, flipping over an astonished Thomas. As Thomas spins, Vaughn leaps into a Pele kick, knocking him down!*

Rockwell: The Janitor is here to do more than cleaning the restrooms!

Lissandra Thomas: Well, this won't do at all! Dave, stop him!

*Vaughn leaps up, landing a double-stomp into Thomas' back, keeping him on the mat. Branson's already coming into the ring and charging, only to have Vaughn give him a leg-sweep, putting Branson on the ropes! PerZag charges as well, but a second leg sweep positions them both, with Vaughn running to the ropes and returning with a double 619!!! The place is on its feet as The Janitor is fired up like never before, feeling the power! He comes off the ropes with a springboard, leaping into Branson with a dropkick!! He then grabs PerZag, giving him Scrubbed (rubbing his face into the mat)!! Vaughn jumps up, turning to a recovering Branson, nailing him with Clean-Up On Aisle 9 (dropkick out of ring)!!!*

Hood: What the hell's happening??

Rockwell: This is the NEW Janitor, the man that's been training under two great wrestlers!

Hood: My god... this can't be...

Lissandra Thomas: Somebody stop him!

*As Zybala recovers on the apron, trying to pull himself back together, Vaughn continues to carry the team. He launches a decent, but low, superkick into Thomas' chest, knocking him backwards. Vaughn then grabs him from behind, trying to set him for the Wax On, Wax Off (Zig Zag)! But PerZag's back, shoving the referee aside to get at Vaughn. He pops Vaughn a couple of times, staggering him, then latches onto his head, wanting a tornado DDT! But Vaughn counters, breaking free of PerZag's grip and catching him from behind with the Wax On, Wax Off!!! PerZag falls into the referee, hanging onto him, as Vaughn hops back to his feet. He turns to Thomas, ready to take him down as well... and Thomas lashes upwards with a low blow!!!!*

Rockwell: Oooooo....

Hood: Oooooo.....

Lissandra Thomas: YES!!!

*Vaughn drops to his knees, almost ready to lose his lunch after the blatant low blow. The referee, tangled with PerZag, saw nothing. He gets PerZag out and turns back to where Thomas is getting back to his feet. He grabs onto Vaughn, taunting him for a second, then twists him into the Perfect Finisher!! But Thomas isn't done, running off the ropes and coming back with a brutal kick to the head, completing Mind Your Head, Bitch!!! Vaughn is out, with Thomas making the loose cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Peter Vaughn has been eliminated!!

Rockwell: Such a great fight from Peter Vaughn, but it ends with a dirty shot from Dylan Thomas!

Hood: No, it ended with Mind Your Head, Bitch! Weren't you watching?

Lissandra Thomas: Dylan did what he always does: win!

*Vaughn crawls to the side, hurting badly. Zybala stops for a second, talking with him, apparently still proud of his fight. He then raises up, seeing Thomas waiting for him. Branson and PerZag both roll back into the ring as well, standing together. Zybala shakes his head, making sure that Vaughn makes it out safely. He then straightens up and steps forward, grinning. The referee tries to get Branson & PerZag to leave, but Branson just glares at him, shutting him up. The three men set themselves, ready to beat Zybala into oblivion. The X Division Champion nods... and the lights go out again!*

Rockwell: What's happening?

Lissandra Thomas: Don't touch me, Adrian!

Rockwell: What? It's not me!

Lissandra Thomas: Hood?

Hood: I'm sorry, but I'm so scared!!

*The lights come back, with Thomas still standing where he was. Strangely, though, he's now alone. He looks around in every direction, trying to figure out what just happened. Branson, PerZag, and Zybala are all gone! Thomas, confused, turns to the referee, who looks pretty confused as well. Thomas, never one to dodge an advantage, orders him to start counting, which the ref does, since Thomas is the legal man. He gets to 5, before suddenly, the lights go out once more! When they come back up, Zybala is standing behind Thomas! He spins, swinging wildly, but Zybala blocks the strike, picking Thomas up and taking him over with the Sound of Silence!!!! He makes the cover, hanging on... 1... 2... 3!!!!!!*

Lissandra Thomas: No! NO! He kicked out!!

Hood: I saw it!! He kicked out!!

Rockwell: That's not what I saw!

*Minos, checking with the ref, turns to the audience.*

Minos: Dylan Thomas has been eliminated!!

Lissandra Thomas: NO!!!

Hood: It can't be!!

Rockwell: We're down to 2-on-1, but where are Branson and PerZag??

*Thomas, frustrated, hits the mat in anger, trying to figure out what happened. Zybala gives him a wave. In the meantime, Branson and PerZag suddenly appear... running down from the entryway!! Both look out of breath, as well as furious about what just happened. They both slide into the ring, with Branson immediately going after Zybala, who meets him with a couple of chops. But Thomas gets up behind him, yelling at Zybala, who spins and tries for a superkick! Thomas dodges, rolling out of the ring, but that's enough for Branson to recover and grab Zybala from behind, holding his arms! PerZag comes in, punching away at Zybala's ribs, as the referee desperately tries to figure out how to regain control.*

Rockwell: It may be two-on-one, but they still need to tag in and out, ref!

Hood: I still can't believe Thomas is gone!

Lissandra Thomas: It wasn't supposed to be this way.

*Branson takes over, throwing Zybala into a corner. He punches away at him, letting out all his rage at having been 'teleported' somehow. PerZag wants to join in, but the ref threatens to disqualify both of them, which is enough for PerZag to back off. Dylan Thomas is still at ringside, moving around to where Lissandra is sitting. He looks beside himself, with Lissandra leaving the announce table to talk with him and convince him not to get either man DQ'ed by attacking Zybala. Branson pulls Zybala out of the corner, setting him up on one shoulder. But Zybala kicks free, dropping behind Branson, and rolls him up! The ref drops for the count... 1... 2... but No! Branson escapes!*

Rockwell: That close to it being one on one!

Hood: You've got to break him, Branson! You've got to!

*Branson still manages to get up first after the roll up, swinging at Zybala. But Zybala ducks under it, leaping onto Branson's back and applying a sleeper hold!! Branson struggles against the hold, stumbling backwards as he fights against it. Zybala holds on tight, trying to squeeze all the oxygen from him to put the big man now. However, as they move backwards, PerZag stretches out as far as he can... managing to tag Branson on an outstretched arm! Branson, feeling it, stumbles forward, making some room, while Zybala has no idea. As Branson takes a knee, PerZag runs from behind, leaping over both men and grabbing Zybala's head, pulling him off and over with a bulldog!! With Zybala stunned, PerZag yanks him up, lifting Zybala into the Sexy Neutralizer (Torture Rack)!!!*

Hood: Yes! Rack him!! Snap him in two!!

Rockwell: Settle down, Hood...

Hood: Never! I want Zybala to pay! No more disappearances! I want him finished!

*PerZag keeps grinding on Zybala, who's in a bad way. The referee gets near, looking at Zybala, who's refusing to break. He starts pulling himself slightly up, so he can punch at PerZag to try and get free. But suddenly Branson is back, grabbing Zybala by the head and yanking him off of PerZag's shoulders, sending him crashing hard to the canvas!! The referee goes to Branson, ordering him to leave. Branson doesn't want to listen; he wants to end Zybala for what happened to Thomas. PerZag turns and orders him back, which doesn't go over well with The A-List Fixer. But PerZag doesn't care, going back over to Zybala... who immediately schoolboys him to the mat! The ref dives in... 1... 2.. But Branson, who still hadn't left, makes the save, kicking Zybala in the side to break it up!*

Rockwell: Another close fall!

Hood: My heart is literally in my throat!

Rockwell: You should really have that checked. Your heart shouldn't be there. At all.

Hood: Just... stop correcting me on "literally", Adrian! I'm stressed here!

*Branson finally goes back to the corner, with PerZag getting himself up. He grabs at Zybala, pulling him up angrily, but Zybala lands an uppercut that staggers PerZag backwards! Zybala then turns, running and nailing Branson with a running forearm that knocks him off the apron! PerZag comes back, getting a hand on Zybala's shoulder, but he just grabs PerZag's head and RUNS up the turnbuckle, flipping over and taking PerZag down with a flipping neckbreaker!! PerZag's down, as Zybala turns and heads up the turnbuckle, feeling the momentum. He positions himself up top, planning for a moonsault, but Dylan Thomas is on the apron!! The ref immediately orders him away, as Zybala, ignoring him, leaps off... but PerZag gets his feet up, catching Zybala in the jaw!!*

Rockwell: Someone get Dylan Thomas out of here!

Hood: It's HIS team, Adrian! He has every right...

Rockwell: No he doesn't! He was eliminated! He shouldn't be interfering!

Hood: Geez, the guy just wants a better look, what's wrong with that??

*The referee is yelling at Dylan Thomas to get down, but he's arguing that he's done nothing. In the ring, PerZag has rolled to his side, getting up, even as Zybala tries to rise once more. Both wrestlers struggle up, with PerZag grabbing hold of Zybala and taking him over with a Perfect Plex! Dylan, seeing this, immediately drops down so the ref will go make the count... 1... 2... Zybala kicks out!! PerZag, upset, gets up, thinking that it had to be over. He argues with the referee, then turns, pulling Zybala up, no, Zybala drops with a jawbreaker! PerZag stumbles back, with Zybala turning and hitting the ropes... and getting hit from the outside by Branson!! Zybala loses control going forward, with PerZag catching him and taking him out with The Worthiest Move Of All (Project Ciampa)!!!! Zybala's out, as PerZag makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Mike Zybala has been eliminated!! Here are your survivors, moving on to the Finals... "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson and "The Sexiest Man on Earth" PerZag!!

Hood: Yes! PerZag, you did it, you beautiful, beautiful man you! I'm not homosexual, but I love you right now!

Rockwell: Did Dave Branson have something in his hands? I think Dylan Thomas slipped him something!

Hood: There you go, seeing things again, Adrian! That was as clean as it comes! I can't believe Dylan's not joining them, but Branson & PerZag are going to the finals!

Rockwell: It's a huge win alright! I thought Zybala might be able to do it all on his own, but the odds were just too much, especially with Dylan & Lissandra staying out there!

*PerZag is celebrating in the ring, while Dave Branson has just moved to the side, talking to Dylan & Lissandra. It almost seems like he wants to discuss Dylan moving on in his place. Dylan motions that they'll talk in the back, but Lissandra, knowing the rules, doesn't know if it's possible. Zybala has left the ring, hurting, wondering how it might have gone if half his team hadn't had horrible nights. He looks over at Dylan Thomas, a look that says "This isn't over".*



*We switch back this time to the sight of Ed Houston working out. He's doing push-ups, getting himself warmed up for tonight's match. The GCWA World Heavyweight Title can be seen sitting on the nearby desk. Bob Black is waiting nearby, looking a little nervous for tonight as he talks to Ed.*

Rockwell: The champ looks ready to go tonight!

Hood: Hmmm, I was wondering if he was going to come out in that astronaut suit... so we could all laugh at him!

Rockwell: Well, I don't see it there now, but I wouldn't completely rule it out!

Hood: Can you imagine him wrestling in it? It'd be hysterical!

Rockwell: We're down two qualifiers with one to go! Let's keep the momentum going!


Ultimate Survival Qualifying match
Team Depth vs. Team Puffer

Minos: The next contest is our last Ultimate Survival Elimination Qualifying match! The surviving members of the winning team will qualify for the Ultimate Survival Finals later on tonight. Introducing first...

*"Fuck Was I" by Jenny Owen Young begins to play, as the crowd all turns towards the entryway.*

Minos: Making his way to the ring... eventually... standing 5'5.75" and weighing 140 lbs... from Moab, Utah... here is EHUD of MOAB!!

*The crowd pops as the ancient EHUD of MOAB appears in the entryway. He starts walking forward towards the ramp. At least, it kind of looks like he's moving. He took a step for sure. Maybe another. The crowd is still happy to see that he's still alive, with all the Coronavirus going around. He starts to get closer to the ramp.*

Rockwell: EHUD was a wrestler I never expected to see again, much less in the GCWA.

Hood: Yeah, I thought he retired permanently in OCW, making way for his son, the Proctologist.

Rockwell: Well, he's come back for one night only, and even though he can only use sign language to communicate now, he still thinks he can bring it for Ultimate Survival.

Hood: Can we get someone to carry him to the ring? I mean, he's just reached the ramp...

*EHUD of MOAB keeps making progress. It helps that the ramp goes downwards. The fans are doing an "EHUD" champ, trying to speed up his rhythm. It's not working.*

Rockwell: I don't think he's going to go any faster.

Hood: Man, we should have started with this match, and have EHUD start his entry during the pre-show.

Rockwell: We don't have a pre-show, Hood.

Hood: Fuck, why not? We need to work on that.

Rockwell: Sure, whatever you say. So EHUD is almost halfway down the ramp.

Hood: This is going to take way too damn long.

*EHUD's music cuts out, even though he's still not all the way down the ramp. The fans are still chanting for him.*

Rockwell: I think we're just going to continue with the introductions, so we can get everyone else to the ring.

Hood: Great idea! Although the match might be over before EHUD gets there.

Minos: Entering next for Team Depth... standing 6'2 3/4" and weighing 336 3/4 lbs... from Kansas City, Kansas... here is "The Hollywood Blockbuster" Noah Hanson!!

*"Killin In The Name of" by Rage Against the Machine blares and Noah makes his way to the ring to a mixed reaction. He passes EHUD of MOAB at the bottom of the ramp, barely giving him a second glance as he heads for the ring. As he poses in the middle of the ring a gold and green pyro waterfall goes off behind him.*

Rockwell: It's amazing to see Noah Hanson in the GCWA, if only for one night!

Hood: He's a great veteran, no doubt about it. I also don't think he's very pleased with the team he's been put in.

Rockwell: Well, it's a... unique team, I'll agree. But if he can find a way to survive, he's got a shot at one of the biggest titles in the land.

Hood: I do wish Cassandra had come here as well. That lady is so great-looking, especially on video.

Rockwell: You aren't actually talking about that leaked PornHub video, are you?

Hood: Uh, no, of course not!

Minos: The third participant... standing 6'6" and weighing 250 lbs... from Washington D.C.... here is Vincent "The Legend" Langston!!

*"I Am Legend" echoes through the arena, followed by the build-up of the music. The claps and heavy beat are joined by lasers and flashing lights as the music blasts out. Vincent Langston walks out on the stage, a stoic look on his face as he walks towards the ring. He stops near EHUD of MOAB, who is still barely a foot past the ramp. Langston seems to ask EHUD if he wants a ride, but EHUD vehemently shakes his head, so Langston shrugs and continues on. He jumps over the ropes, lands in the ring, and lets out a loud yell to the crowd, before turning back to his corner.*

Rockwell: The Legend is here!

Hood: I heard he had some travel difficulties this week, and not just because of the virus. Something about some explosions in the area?

Rockwell: I'm just glad he got out of there safely. Guy's basically a father now, after all.

Hood: I wonder if that's why he's wrestling tonight. Good paycheck, and a chance to maybe get that shot at a World Title that he never was able to obtain in OCW.

Minos: And now, the Team Captain of Team Depth... standing 6'2" and weighing 230 lbs... from Hollywood, Florida... here is John E Depth!!!

*"Bad Touch" by Bloodhound Gang hits! Depth emerges from behind the curtain looking as sleazy as ever. With a lollipop hanging from his mouth, he struts down the ramp. He passes by EHUD, possibly not even recognizing him. Depth i's sporting a floral speedo and an unbuttoned floral shirt. His hairy chest is all oiled up. He pauses, noticing a few women at ringside. They aren't particularly attractive. They just have tits. He lowers the aviator shades covering his eyes and removes a few business cards from his speedo. He hands them over and says, "Call me." Depth turns and hustles toward the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope. He pops to his feet and mimes a 'reeling' motion, as though he's filming the fans.*

Rockwell: Depth was working the past few months on a new 'production', one that he was hoping would be considered art by prospective buyers. It also might have helped the Coronavirus get a stronger hold in the United States.

Hood: Man, first Bifford and now Depth? How many others brought it back home? Who's been overseas lately?

Rockwell: Didn't you go to Rio last month?

Hood: ... No...

Rockwell: Oh. For some reason I thought...

Hood: Let's move on!

Minos: Their opponents... Introducing first... standing 5'4" and weighing 155 lbs... from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... here is Curt Canon!!

*The opening beats of Figure 8 by Trust Company hits. 8 seconds into the song you see Curt Canon slide out from the entrance way on to the ramp. He smiles, pointing to himself before making his way down. The fans are cheering, excited to see him one more time. Canon passes EHUD, doing a double-take, before getting to the ring and walking up the steps. He climbs in and heads to the center, posing as blue pyro shoots out of all four turnbuckles.*

Rockwell: I really thought Curt Canon was going to stay retired.

Hood: He still is, Adrian!

Rockwell: And yet he's wrestling tonight, and if he wins, Canon will be the #1 contender to face either Ed Houston or Mack O'Connor!

Hood: I'm just glad he survived a trip with Jack Puffer. After their exploits to put this team together, we're at least getting one more match. If Canon wins it all, as he might, hopefully we'll get that "One More Match".

Minos: Next... standing 5'8" and weighing 125 lbs... from Bethel, New York... here is Alice Knight!!

*"New" by No Doubt begins to play throughout the arena as the fans begin to 'hoot' like owls while they cheer their GCWA hero. She makes her way out of the curtain and heads to the ring with a bubbly demeanor waving her hands and arms, flapping them like a bird. She stops, though, when she reaches EHUD of MOAB, who isn't much closer to the ring. She turns and talks to EHUD for a second, offering her own aid. Or maybe something else. EHUD slowly reaches for his pocket.*

Hood: What's that crazy woman doing now?

Rockwell: One thing about Ultimate Survival, it's brought in a lot of wrestlers we never thought we'd see here. Alice and her mustard have been a key factor in the formation of Team Puffer.

Hood: What's EHUD got there?

Rockwell: I believe it's a five dollar bill.

*EHUD does, indeed, have $5. He hands it over to Alice, who smiles and leans in close... showing EHUD a view of her lacey bra! Fans nearby who might have gotten a free peek themselves cheer, even as EHUD stops moving, taking a few moments to catch his breath. Alice, meanwhile, pockets the $5 and heads on. She enters into the ring and continues to flap as she bounces off the ropes pointing at some of her Owlies fan members, mostly young girls and boys and drunk adults. She rushes the ropes and heads to the middle turnbuckle and makes a flapping wings hand gesture smiling at the crowd as she waits for the match to begin.*

Rockwell: Well, Alice is coming out on top here either way, making a little extra cash.

Hood: Yeah, but the last thing we needed was something keeping EHUD from moving at all!

Rockwell: Good point. EHUD may outlast his teammates just because he's not in the ring.

Minos: Now entering the arena... standing 5'6'' and weighing 190 lbs... from Emelio's Garage... here is Tony The Spider!!

*"Jump" by Van Halen starts to play, with many of the young members in the audience having no idea about this song. The older fans have mostly stayed home in quarantine. Tony The Spider comes out, laughing as always. He jumps around before making his way down, stopping near the still-stopped EHUD. He starts laughing again, dancing in front of EHUD, who swings at him like an old man swinging at a moth. Tony keeps laughing as he backs up, heading for the ring.*

Rockwell: I don't know how Tony survived that explosion at the mustard plant.

Hood: Sometimes I wonder if he can ever be killed. He can be knocked out, I've seen that many times, but killed?

Rockwell: Well, tonight Tony The Spider gets his chance in a GCWA ring. We'll see how far his indestructible body can take him.

Minos:And finally, the Team Captain of Team Puffer... standing 6'2" and weighing 215 lbs... from Aurora, Illinois... here is "The Good Detective" Jack Puffer!!!

*The super sexy rock hardening version of James Bond's iconic theme "James Bond's Theme" begins to play. Fans within the arena are like "Wow, this rocks HARD!" others are like "This sounds vaguely familiar..." women and feminine men are like "I think I kinda wanna fuck whoever emerges from behind that curtain." It is a song that appeals to ALL demos. Puffer steps through the curtain looking very aware...he takes in his surroundings, in search of a mystery. A singular spotlight shines on him...the camera zooms in...Puffer turns, facing directly at the camera with one eyebrow raised as his visage is captured within a very 007-esque circle. Once all that has taken place, Puffer marches down the ramp, toward the ring, with the spotlight following. The spotlight hits EHUD of MOAB as they pass by, causing Puffer to stop for a second. He almost goes back, but changes his mind and continues forward. He rolls into the ring and pops to his feet, placing a hand over his eyes, scouring the fans in search of the missing Warrick Hill.*

Hood: Here he is, the nutcase who put together this insane team!

Rockwell: I think a lot of people think that the Ultimate Survival winner could come from this match, Hood.

Hood: I mean, Hanson or Langston maybe. But a former jobber, a retired veteran, a mustard-selling fool and... whatever the hell Tony The Spider is?

Rockwell: We'll find out what they're truly made of here in the next thirty minutes, Hood!

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: We're ready to get going!

Hood: But EHUD is still only halfway down the aisle!

Rockwell: Well, Team Depth will have to be short-handed at first!

*Puffer steps forward for his team, ready to begin things. Depth, seeing this, looks annoyed and steps forward himself, saying that he wants Puffer. The two former OCW low-carders come together, with Puffer offering Depth a handshake. Depth refuses, talking to Puffer instead about their past. The two argue for a moment about who was the better wrestler in OCW, before Depth signals for a test of strength! Puffer, surprised, debates for a second, but with the chants from the crowd, he opts to reach out to Depth's hand. But Depth suddenly changes his aim, catching Puffer with a thumb to the eye! Puffer, blinded, steps back, as the ref reprimands Depth. But Depth takes advantage, grabbing Puffer by the arm and landing a short-arm clothesline!*

Rockwell: Depth immediately takes the low road!

Hood: You were expecting a clean match from a porn businessman?

Rockwell: I just hope that thumb was washed before jabbing Puffer in the eye!

*Depth pulls Puffer up, landing a couple of punches. He takes Puffer to the ropes, planning to shoot him across the ring. But Puffer reverses, sending Depth instead. Depth hits the ropes and returns, with Puffer lowering for a back body drop. But Depth rolls over him, landing behind him. Both men look surprised, looking down at each other's feet, before Depth kicks Puffer in the ankle! Puffer limps away, with Depth following, kicking away at him. But Puffer catches Depth with a surprise right hand, then steps in, lifting him up and delivering an atomic drop! Depth walks bow-legged away, feeling the pain in his rear that he's only seen on screen.*

Rockwell: Did you ever think we'd see this battle on Pay-Per-View?

Hood: Depth vs. Puffer? No way in hell...

Rockwell: You've gotta love the GCWA!

*Puffer prepares himself to charge Depth, but the wrestler manages to get to his corner, reaching out. Hanson & Langston both look at each other, before Langston sighs and tags in. He steps through the ropes, facing Puffer, who looks up at the powerhouse. He swings, but Langston catches the fist, shocking The Good Detective. He forces Puffer down, glaring at him, before lifting him up and twisting him around into a gutwrench suplex!! Puffer rolls away, hurting, and fortunately goes the right direction, as he reaches his corner. Canon immediately tags himself in, stepping through the ropes to face Langston.*

Rockwell: These guys have a history. Canon teamed with Scott Syren to take on Langston & Melinda Rhodes at Mayhem On The Midway!

Hood: Ugh, please don't mention Langston's partner!

Rockwell: Okay, okay. It was a hell of a match, though.

Hood: A great end to the Margarita Mix that year, as long as I can picture Langston doing it on his own.

*Canon faces off against Langston, remembering their last encounter. He immediately starts throwing rights and lefts, trying to drive Langston backwards. Langston takes the hits, but comes back with some of his own, creating a flurry of strikes between the two wrestlers! Langston takes over, hammering on Canon. He goes to lift him up for a powerbomb, but Canon rolls over Langston's back and drops behind him, trying to pull him down with a sunset flip! Langston's too strong, staying up, but his attempt to slug Canon misses, causing him to punch the mat. Langston shakes his fist, feeling the sting, as he turns around, with Canon springing off the ropes and flipping into him, grabbing Langston's head as he pulls him back to drop with a springboard inverted DDT!*

Rockwell: He's still got it!

Hood: Canon's just as fast as I remembered! Too bad he's retired!

*Canon tries to pull Langston closer to his corner, but can't manage it. Instead, Canon steps over and tags the hand of Alice Knight, bringing the superstar in! The HOOTS are loud from the audience as Knight approaches Langston, kicking at him. She pulls him up, setting him for a swinging neckbreaker! But Langston breaks away with a shove, then jumps forward, landing a running knee that knocks Knight down! Langston stumbles back, clearing his head before turning and tagging in Noah Hanson, who looks ready to go. He heads towards Knight, smiling, with Knight pulling herself back up and staring at him. They lock up, with Knight transferring into a headlock. Hanson pushes her off into the ropes, and when Knight comes back, a shoulder block puts her on the canvas!*

Rockwell: Hanson has wrestled all over the world, which probably makes him the most experienced wrestler in the ring.

Hood: More than Canon, you think?

Rockwell: It'd be close, but I'll still go with Hanson.

Hood: What about EHUD?

Rockwell: Hard to say anyone is more 'experienced' than EHUD.

Hood: By the way, he's made it to the edge of the aisle!

Rockwell: He's getting close!

*The camera shows EHUD again, slowly shuffling his feet as he starts moving around the ring. We go back inside, where Hanson has Knight back up, delivering a snap suplex. He makes the first cover of the match... 1... and Knight kicks out before the 2 can land. Hanson, respecting that, pulls Knight up again, setting her into a fireman's carry. But Knight manages to fight free, landing behind Hanson and taking him backwards into a backbreaker!! Hanson falls to his side, hurting, as Knight drags herself away, reaching out and tagging in Tony The Spider!! Tony comes in laughing, doing a dance in front of Hanson, who slowly gets up, looking at the clown in front of him. He looks back at his teammates, raising his hand as if to say "This is it?" Hanson then looks back... as Tony kicks him in the shin!*

Rockwell: Sweet Shin Music!

Hood: That'll hurt, but more than likely it'll just piss your opponent off...

*Tony The Spider looks excited, dancing around as Hanson gets straightened back up after rubbing his shin. He attacks, reaching for Tony, but the man is quick, dodging away. Hanson tries again, swinging, but Tony avoids him a second time, laughing all the way. He gets too close to the opposing corner, though, with Langston reaching out and grabbing at his long hair from behind! Tony yanks away, possibly losing a few hairs, but he's thrown off, which allows Hanson to finally get hold of him. He quickly takes Tony down with a single-arm DDT, planting him perfectly on the canvas! He steps over Tony and locks in his legs and arms before dropping back, putting Tony in a surfboard submission!*

Rockwell: Hanson's showing off his technical skills!

Hood: I don't think Tony will tap out, though. That guy's crazy enough that he enjoys moves like this!

Rockwell: Is he laughing?

Hood: Of course he's laughing!

*Although the move is undoubtedly painful, Tony The Spider is still managing to laugh. Hanson keeps stretching him for a few more moments before releasing the hold, sending Tony flopping forward to the mat. Hanson shakes his head, once again wondering why he ever took this gig to begin with. Sure, the world is shutting down, but still, a match like this? He looks back towards Depth and Langston, then looks again as a third man starts walking slowly up the steps. The fans, noticing it as well, begin to cheer. Depth and Langston both slide down, giving the older man some room. EHUD of MOAB takes up his position on the apron, slowly reaching forward for the tag!!*

Rockwell: He's finally made it!

Hood: I wasn't sure we'd see him be able to tag in!

Rockwell: Will we see it now??

*Tony The Spider starts to try to get up, but Hanson is quickly there, picking him up and landing a scoop slam to put Tony back on the mat. Hanson then starts over to his corner, with the crowd reaction getting louder as he approaches EHUD. The old man is still reaching out for the tag, although Hanson looks like he can barely believe it. The crowd is chanting EHUD's name, though, so Hanson finally decides, what the hell. He tags him in, and the place goes wild as EHUD slowly, ever so carefully, steps through the ropes! He raises up his fists, waiting, as Tony The Spider regains his footing. Tony looks over, seeing him, and starts laughing once again.*

Rockwell: The fight we've all been waiting for!

Hood: What, Tony The Spider vs. EHUD of MOAB? That's right up there with Puffer vs. Depth!

Rockwell: You never know what you're going to get here!

*EHUD of MOAB waits patiently as Tony The Spider turns to his corner, grinning. He turns back, walking towards EHUD... who punches him in the jaw! Tony falls back, stunned, as EHUD sets himself and calls on for more. Nodding to each other, Canon, Knight, & Puffer all come into the ring, charging forward... and EHUD punches each of them in turn, knocking them backwards! EHUD moves forward, shuffling his feet, as he starts throwing punches at anyone within reach! The camera shows Depth, Hanson, and Langston, all of whom are looking on with their jaws wide open in shock!*

Hood: Geez! EHUD can still throw a punch!

Rockwell: You'd think they'd be as slow as EHUD, but you'd be wrong!

Hood: I still don't believe what I'm seeing!

*Puffer and Knight beat a hasty retreat, sliding out of the ring and working to regroup. Canon, not ready to quit yet, decides to springboard into the ring from the apron, but EHUD is waiting for him, punching him in the gut in mid-air!! Canon does a flip upon landing, crashing down onto his back! EHUD then turns back to Tony The Spider... but Tony comes in, wrapping his arms around EHUD and lifting him up in a bear hug! He starts spinning, applying the Spider Roll!! EHUD immediately looks sick from the fast motion, having not moved this quick in decades! Tony continues the spin, but appears to be getting affected himself, staggering around before dropping back with EHUD to the mat! Both men are down, as the referee slides in... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Rockwell: Wait! What just happened??

Hood: I have no fucking clue. This match is nuts!

*The ref consults with Minos, who nods before raising his mic.*

Minos: Ladies and gentlemen... EHUD of MOAB has been eliminated!!

Rockwell: EHUD's night is over!

Hood: All that walking for that??

Rockwell: Yep, he got to have a quick moment of action, but in the end, EHUD is our first eliminated in this one!

*Tony The Spider jumps up, still not sure what just happened, but enjoying it nonetheless. He turns towards his teammates, saying "If you people only knew. HJahahahahahahahaha!" All three of his teammates try to point behind him, but it's too late, as Hanson is back in, lifting Tony up from behind and suplexing him over! Tony takes a hard landing, with Hanson getting right back to his feet. It doesn't look like Hanson wants to mess around any more, as he beats on Tony before picking him up again, flinging him around with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!! Tony's down, with Hanson going for the quick pin... 1... 2... and somehow Tony manages to kick out! Hanson, still angry, brings Tony back up, setting him in place for another big move. He lifts, taking Tony down with The Big Opening Weekend (Leaping Vertibreaker)!!!*

Rockwell: The laughs could be over for Tony The Spider!

Hood: Hanson's through giving these guys a pass!

Rockwell: He and Langston might be on the warpath soon enough!

*Canon, Knight, and Puffer are shown having a discussion on the apron, debating whether or not they should get involved this time. Perhaps because of what happened with EHUD, they decide to stay where they are. In the meantime, Hanson brings Tony back up, dragging him over to their corner. He holds Tony up, allowing Langston to level him with a sharp punch to the head! Tony gets pulled up again and positioned for Depth, who, well, can't come close to matching Langston, so he just slaps him. Hanson then turns Tony around, seeing him try to start laughing through a busted lip. Hanson responds with a swinging neckbreaker! With Tony down, Hanson turns and goes up the turnbuckle, positioning himself before leaping off with the Ladykiller (Macho Man Elbow Drop)!!! That does it, as Hanson makes the pin... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Tony The Spider has been eliminated!!

Rockwell: And we're even at 3-3!

Hood: Good! The small fry are gone, it's time for the big boys to... oh, wait, Depth is still there. And Puffer. And Alice.

Rockwell: You really should try to make peace with Alice one of these days.

Hood: Yeah, right.

*Hanson's waiting as Puffer, Canon, & Knight look at each other again. They do a quick game of Paper/Rock/Scissors, with Puffer coming up on the losing end. He wants two out of three, but Canon & Knight agree that the ruling is just, so Puffer sighs and comes into the ring. He goes towards Hanson, who goes for a straight kick to the guts, only to have Puffer catch it! Puffer, looking pleased with himself, tosses the leg aside and tries to charge, but Hanson spins through and lands a clothesline, putting Puffer down! He then grabs hold and drags Puffer back over to his corner, tagging in Langston. The Legend steps through the ropes, locking onto Puffer and joining Hanson in getting a double-team Russian leg sweep! Langston then makes the cover... 1... 2... and Puffer kicks out.*

Rockwell: I'm not sure Langston or Hanson can be stopped!

Hood: If Depth is smart, he'll stay on the apron and let them do all the work. It might be his best chance to get to the finals!

Rockwell: Yeah, Depth just tagged himself in.

Hood: So much for smart...

*Depth did indeed reach over and tag Langston's back. The wrestler slips into the ring, wanting to show the world that Puffer is not the only one who's improved since OCW. Langston reluctantly heads to the corner, as Depth reaches down, grabbing Puffer by the hair and yanking him back, before slamming him head-first into the mat! Depth does this twice more, telling Puffer to do it "a different way", like a director would. He ends it by dragging Puffer's face on the mat, before standing up and looking towards the crowd, who doesn't seem pleased. Perhaps they've seen his most recent film. Depth doesn't let it bother him, reaching down and pulling Puffer up. He sets him for an atomic drop, but Puffer blocks it, turning it into a facebuster/bulldog variation!*

Rockwell: A nice reversal from Puffer!

Hood: Whether you like him or not, the guy's learned a lot here in the GCWA.

Rockwell: Can Depth see Puffer as he is now, or does he still picture him as he was in OCW?

*Puffer brings Depth up again, holding tight to the man he used to be put in the same 'class' with. He shoots Depth into the ropes, waiting as he comes back, and catches him, delivering a spinebuster! Depth is flat on his back, as Puffer looks down on him. He grabs Depth's legs, dragging him towards the corner. Neither Hanson nor Langston appear to be concerned, as they're just waiting for their turn to get back in. Puffer grabs Depth's legs, saying something to him before dropping backwards with a catapult into the corner, the first step of Under The Lights. But Depth, shockingly, manages to kick off the turnbuckle instead of hitting it, knocking himself backwards into Puffer... and taking Puffer down with the Rough Cut (Diamond Cutter)!!!! Both wrestlers are down, as everyone in the ring looks on in amazement.*

Rockwell: Wow! Who saw that coming??

Hood: Puffer appears to not be the only one who's improved! I bet he's still training with the old club.

Rockwell: The old club?

Hood: BIBLE CLUB, BAYBEE!!

Rockwell: Yeah, I walked right into that one...

*Depth slowly sits up, trying to clear his head. He looks back, seeing Puffer still down, and crawls over to make the cover. As soon as Depth's arm is there, the referee starts his count... 1... 2... NO!! Puffer gets his shoulder up at the last second! Depth, disappointed, gets himself up. He psyches himself back into action, looking down at Puffer and doing the "framing" motion with his hands. He reaches down, hauling Puffer back up, and setting him for another Rough Cut! But as Depth starts to go down, Puffer pulls away, managing not to take the move a second time! Depth hits the mat, as Puffer falls into the ropes. Depth, not hurt too badly since he was already braced, gets up and comes back at Puffer, but Puffer catches the direction and lands a second spinebuster!! Depth's down, with Puffer quickly readjusting, and this time he hits Under The Lights (Catapult into backstabber)!!! The pin's made... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: John E Depth has been eliminated!!

Hood: The captain's gone down!

Rockwell: I'll say, Depth impressed me a little. Maybe he's still got a future in the wrestling business. But as of today, Puffer's still got the edge!

Hood: I never thought Puffer would have the edge on anyone!!

*Puffer sits up, looking winded, but Langston is already coming into the ring. Seeing him, Puffer desperately leaps to the side, and manages to tag a distracted Alice Knight! She looks at Puffer, realizing what happened, shrugs, and steps inside. She walks towards Langston, smiling at him. She's doing her best to look like a supermodel, teasing a little hint of her lacey bra. Langston gives her a small smile... then pulls her in, taking her over with a German suplex! But he's not done, rolling through and landing a second one, then a third!! Knight is hurting badly as Langston brings her up once more, this time giving her a Dragon suplex! He makes the cover, holding on... 1... 2... but Knight kicks out in time.*

Rockwell: Not the most chivalrous moves from The Legend.

Hood: It's all about equal rights, nowadays, Adrian, which means that Langston can beat this bitch just like he would a bastard!

Rockwell: Unique way of putting it, but okay. I will say, Alice has shown in the past that she can take a lot and give it right back, so this one's not over yet!

*Langston drags Alice over to Hanson, tagging him in, and Hanson continues the work. He sets Knight in position, lifting her up and landing a piledriver! Canon & Puffer can be seen wincing as Hanson makes the cover... 1... 2... but Knight won't stay down! Hanson, a little surprised, tags in Langston again, before picking Knight back up. He lifts her in the air for a back suplex, but Knight reverses, landing on her feet and catching Hanson with a dropkick to the back! She turns to head to her corner, but gets yanked back by Langston, who's now the legal man. He lifts her up, dropping her with a Falcon Arrow!! He hangs on after the landing, with the referee sliding in... 1... 2... and Puffer runs in, kicking Langston in the back to break it up!*

Rockwell: Puffer might have just saved Alice there!

Hood: And I think he's going to seriously regret it!

*Puffer backs off, as a furious Langston gets back to his feet. Puffer raises his hands like he didn't actually mean to do that, it was just instinct. Langston goes towards him, ready to take Puffer out, but Curt Canon suddenly spring-boards over Puffer, catching Langston around the head and taking him down with a spike hurricanrana!! The fans start chanting "You Still Got It" as Canon gets back to his feet... only to get destroyed by a clothesline from Hanson! He straightens up, looking back at Langston, then turns as Puffer comes in, kicking Hanson and getting a reverse DDT!! The referee is trying to get back control, ordering the other wrestlers away, as Puffer gets to his feet... and Knight flies in with a missile dropkick!! Puffer falls, rolling out of the ring, as Knight jumps to her feet, smiling... and then slowly realizing what she just did.*

Rockwell: Alice just hit her own teammate!

Hood: What a fucking moron!

Rockwell: I think she was just getting in the flow of chain wrestling, but since there were only two on the opposite team, her rhythm took her the wrong direction!

Hood: I hope Puffer takes her out later in revenge!

*Knight is leaning out of the ropes, asking if Puffer is okay. Canon steps out onto the apron, patting Knight on the shoulder, knowing she didn't mean it. She is apologizing, explaining herself, with Puffer waving it away, saying accidents happen, even to good detectives. Knight smiles and turns back... and Langston's back on his feet, nailing Knight with a spinning heel kick!! Alice is down, with Langston ready to end it. He reaches down, pulling her into position for the Scars of War (Double-Arm DDT into pin)! He lifts, landing it, and holds her down... but the referee doesn't count! Langston, still holding the pin, looks at him, not sure why he's not doing his job. But in the meantime, Canon has climbed the turnbuckle and leaps off of it, crashing down onto Langston with The End Is Near (Springboard Swanton Bomb)!!!! Canon makes the cover, hanging on, with Knight incidentally giving a little leverage, since she's still under Langston... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Vincent Langston has been eliminated!!

Hood: The Legend has fallen!! What the hell happened??

Rockwell: I think when Canon comforted Knight on the ropes, that counted as a tag, Hood!

Hood: Damn! They tricked Langston, and now Hanson's the only one left for Team Depth!

*Langston gets out of the ring, looking in disbelief as he holds the back of his head. Canon watches him go, smiling, before turning back to Hanson, who is stepping through the ropes. Hanson isn't the type to back down, no matter the odds. Canon waves him on, still smiling, saying they've got the numbers. Hanson raises his eyebrows, then points to Knight, who's still down, and Puffer, who's still outside the ring. Canon nods, seeing what Hanson is saying. But he points to himself, then charges forward, exchanging blows with Hanson!! The fans love it, but Hanson's soon in control, throwing Canon into the turnbuckle and catching him on the rebound, delivering The Sureshot (Spinning Fisherman's Buster)!!!! The ref drops for the count... 1... 2... 3, NO! Canon escapes!*

Rockwell: Hanson knows he's outnumbered! He's got to get rid of someone quickly if he still wants a chance to win!

Hood: Yep, he's got to find a way to put Canon away before Alice or Puffer pull themselves together!

*Hanson is back up now, pulling Canon up. He hooks him, showing off his strength with a double underhook overhead suplex! Canon's taking a beating, as Hanson doesn't bother with a pin this time. Instead, he rolls over, grabbing hold of Canon and applying the Sunday Matinee (Cattle Mutilation)!!!! Canon's shouting out, desperate to get free, as he's being held in position in a bad way. Hanson tightens it as much as possible, trying to get Canon to submit... but suddenly Puffer is back in the ring, stomping on him! That breaks the hold, as the referee orders Puffer to back away. Hanson, getting up, looks annoyed... which isn't helped by Knight coming in from the side, kicking him and delivering The Apache (Dirty Deeds)!!!*

Hood: That's the second time Puffer saved a teammate! Doesn't he realize he might have to fight these guys later?

Rockwell: Not if they don't get past Hanson!

Hood: Yeah, but after The Apache, is it over??

*Knight rolls out of the ring, as Canon crawls over to make the cover. The referee comes running back... 1... 2... Hanson kicks out!! Canon slowly rises, still looking out of it. He pulls Hanson up, no, Hanson lifts him into a fireman's carry! Canon's kicking his legs, as Knight slides back in, clipping Hanson's leg from behind! Hanson staggers, dropping Canon, who takes advantage by snapping Hanson down with the Canon Cutter (Cross Rhodes)!!! Canon stays down for a few moments, catching his breath, before going for the pinfall... 1... 2... 3, NO!! Hanson's still got enough to get a shoulder up, which has Canon absolutely stunned!*

Rockwell: What's it's going to take??

Hood: I mean, at this point, Canon, Puffer, and Alice might as well walk away and get counted out before Hanson gets going again!

Rockwell: He's not the Terminator! I don't think...

*Canon gets up, heading over to his corner. He tags in Puffer, then starts up the turnbuckle. Hanson, incredibly, is getting up, staggering towards Canon, but Puffer stops him with a forearm uppercut! Hanson falls forward to the corner, where Canon grabs him and comes off with the Sunny Side Up (Fall From Grace)!!! Hanson's down, as Puffer turns to Knight, who has reappeared on the apron. He tags her in, and Alice heads up top, positioning herself. She takes flight, landing a frog splash!! She makes the cover, and Puffer & Canon come in from either side, putting hands on her back! The referee, for some reason, lets this go, as he makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Noah Hanson has been eliminated!! Here are your survivors, moving on to the finals... Curt Canon, Alice Knight, and "The Good Detective" Jack Puffer!!

Hood: Damn. I was hoping Hanson would take out Alice, at least!

Rockwell: He put a strong fight at the end, but the numbers were just too much.

Hood: Yeah, having EHUD and Depth on your team is a pretty strong handicap.

Rockwell: Depth wasn't as easy to take down as I expected, but still, it definitely became difficult as the numbers built up. So three members of Team Puffer are going to the Finals, where they'll meet The Big Bifford, "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson, and PerZag! Six wrestlers, and only one gets to be the Ultimate Survivor!

*The fans show respect for Hanson as he leaves the ring, before cheering for Canon, Knight, and Puffer, who do a mutual arm raise in the ring. They then all let go, considering each other, knowing that now they're going to be on opposite sides in the Finals. Puffer nods to them, then turns and leaves to the right. Canon goes to the left. Knight stays in the middle, signalling to the fans to give her some HOOTS, which they do.*



*We jump to the offices of the Barrows, where neither Jonathan nor Hunter are looking too pleased right now.*

Hunter Barrows: Look, just because he's in the finals...

Jonathan Barrows: He's going to make us look like fools, Hunter. We couldn't stop The Big Bifford from returning to the GCWA, and now he's got a real shot at winning it all tonight!

Hunter Barrows: We'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen! Trust me, bro, I've got a few things that might happen. Just let me go talk to a few people...

*Suddenly, the door opens, and Deana Barrows walks in. She smiles at her brothers, who don't return the look.*

Deana Barrow: Why the sad faces, boys? It's been an excellent show so far, I think...

*Jonathan stands up, glaring at his sister.*

Jonathan Barrows: It's your fault we're in this situation, Deana. If Bifford destroys this company... it's because of you.

*Jonathan and Hunter both storm out of the room, leaving Deana behind. She shrugs, not concerned in the slightest as she heads over to get a better view from the box seats. We return to ringside.*

Rockwell: Jonathan's got a right to be worried. The Big Bifford now has a one-in-six shot of winning Ultimate Survival!

Hood: But he's going in without teammates, which should work against him.

Rockwell: True, but it should have worked against him the first time, too.

Hood: It DID!

Rockwell: Well, folks, it's time now for one of the biggest World Title matches the GCWA has ever signed. Mack O'Connor earned the right to face Ed Houston by winning a terrific match at Adrenaline Rush III. Now, the last OCW Champion takes on the current GCWA Champion, in a match for the ages!


GCWA World Heavyweight Title match
Ed Houston(c) (12-2) vs. Mack O'Connor (2-0)

*The mood is about to change. The lights dim. A hush comes over the crowd. A spotlight suddenly shines on Minos. The crowd starts to buzz. The GCWA Tron flashes an image of the GCWA Title...the crowd goes wild. "GCWA! GCWA! GCWA!" The camera zooms in on Minos*

Minos: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is now time for the GCWA World Heavyweight Championship!!!

*The fans go crazy!! "GCWA!" chants fill the American Airlines Arena once again...though, they soon give way to "ED! ED! ED!" chants. We pan the crowd to see a ton of Rocketman merchandise. The home crowd is in FULL FORCE for the GCWA Champion.*

Minos: This match is scheduled for one fall and the winner will leave Ultimate Survival as the undisputed GCWA Champion!! Now, introducing...the challenger...

*BOOOOOOO...the crowd makes their opinion of Mack O'Connor VERY clear. "Vagabond" by the Greenskeepers shoots throughout the arena, doing a decent job of drowning out the boos. The fans, however, will not be denied...they increase the volume of their booing. Mack appears on top of the stage, staring out at the crowd. He sneers at the fans and their blind loyalty toward Ed Houston. Mack, sporting a Bud Light t-shirt tucked into his black jeans, saunters down the ramp, toward the ring*

Rockwell: And there he is...Mack O'Connor...the challenger. He's won multiple titles across various federations. Tonight, he looks to add another premier championship to his Hall of Fame resume.

Hood: Too long, didn't read? Basically...Mack O'Connor is the fuckin man.

Rockwell: Was the man, Hood. The man, right now, is Ed Houston. Ed is a man Mack has had trouble putting down in the past.

Hood: Yea, yea, so Ed's notched a win or two against Mack, big deal. Mack overlooked Ed in those matches. That will NOT happen tonight.

*Mack walks up the steps and enters into the ring. He blows past Minos, locating the corner he finds most comfortable. He leans against the buckles, motioning for Minos to get moving*

Minos: From Brooklyn, New York...standing 6'3 and weighing in at 220lbs...he is a multi-time World Champion and a Pro Wrestling Hall of Famer...ladies and gentlemen...he is...Mack OOOOOOOO'Connor!!!!!!

*Mack emerges from the corner and spins around, blocking Minos from the 'hard cam'. He stares into the camera, reaches at the collar of his Bud Light shirt and rips the shirt down the middle, tearing it in half. The fans BOOOOO. Mack flashes a sarcastic grin....he heads back into his corner, holding onto the destroyed piece of Anheuser merchandise.*

Minos: And...his opponent...

*THE AMERICAN AIRLINES JUMPS TO THEIR FEET! "HOUSTON! HOUSTON! HOUSTON!" A countdown appears on the GCWA Tron...10...9...8...7...the crowd is chanting along...6...5...4...3...2...1!!!! The sound of a NASA employee giving the green light for takeoff fills the speakers. We get a shot of Ed Houston perched atop a corner...he stands up, looking to hit Blastoff...he leaps off and the screen explodes as "You're Gonna Go Far Kid" by Offspring begins to play!! Ed Houston emerges from behind the curtain full of fire! The GCWA Title is strapped firmly around his waist. The GCWA fans are jumping up and down, screaming! The cameras within the arena are shaking! This is a hometown reception fit for a champion!! Houston looks out, over the fans and gives them a thumbs up! The fans continue to cheer...Ed focuses on the ring and sprints down the ramp! He slides in under the bottom rope and pops to his feet, keeping his eyes on Mack*

Minos: Standing 5'9 and weighing in at 175lbs...he hails from MIAMI, FLORIDA...he is the current reigning and defending GCWA Champion...HE IS...The Rocket Man...EDDDDDDDD HOUSTON!!!!

*The fans continue to shake the arena with their ovation. Mack sneers at the reaction. He stands upright and heads toward the center of the ring, walking with arrogance. Houston removes his belt and greets Mack in the center of the ring. The ref separates the two men before they can bump chests. Ed raises the title in Mack's face, showing his nemesis what's at stake. Mack nods his head, talking shit. The ref has to force these two apart...he finally creates some space. Ed hands the ref the belt...he holds it up high in the air to a huge ovation*

Rockwell: And here we go! The biggest prize in our sport...up for grabs!

Hood: Ya know, I'm suddenly realizing how unfair this is. This is like playing Kentucky in Rupp. This crowd is way too into Ed Houston.

Rockwell: Champion's advantage, Hood.

Hood: Fuck that noise. The fix is already in...this is just like when Eric Dane came over here. GCWA luring a big name only to have them put over the local talent.

Rockwell: That is NOT what's going on here.

*The ref hands the belt to Minos, who exits the ring. The bell sounds! The crowd pops...their cheers turn into "ED!" chants. Houston bounces around, shaking his head, talking to Mack. He seems super charged up. Mack remains fairly stoic. He talks some shit back to Ed. Houston smiles and tells Mack to come at him. Mack cracks a half smile*

Rockwell: The game has begun! Who is going to make the first move?

Hood: I think Ed should. Mack is the elder statesman, he's the legend. Let Ed go first!

Rockwell: Ed's faced Mack...he knows that Mack has some tricks up his sleeve. I'm sure running headfirst into a trap is something he's been warned NOT to do.

Hood: Sometimes, Rockwell...the trap finds you.

*As if on cue, Mack spits in Ed's face!! Houston stumbles back, reaching for his face, wiping the spit away. The fans boo!!! Houston turns around, angry. He moves toward Mack...but this time, he gets a face full of BUD LIGHT merchandise! Mack throws the ripped shirt in Ed's face! Houston has trouble ripping it off. O'Connor moves ahead...he begins to punch Ed with rights and lefts! The GCWA Champion staggers into his corner. The fans BOOOOO. O'Connor punches and punches and punches...Houston drops to his ass. Mack takes his boot and shoves it in Ed's throat...the ref rushes over, administering a count. Mack waits until five..the ref threatens a DQ...so Mack removes his boot. The fans BOOOO louder. Mack looks out to the fans and holds up two middle fingers...the fans chant "FUCK YOU, MACK!"*

Rockwell: C'mon, ref! You can't let him hold on past five seconds...he already spat in the eye of the champ!

Hood: Don't forget the Bud Light shirt that he savagely ripped apart to start the match...he threw that in Ed's face, too.

Rockwell: A metaphor, perhaps?

Hood: Well, since wrestling fans are watching I guess, yea, you'd better spell it out for them.

*Mack turns around, heading back toward Ed. Houston, on the mat, lunges forward, moving his body in a very quick motion...he manages to take Mack down with a drop toe hold!! O'Connor falls face first into the middle buckle!! The fans go wild!!! Houston tumbles forward, flipping up to his feet. Mack pushes up off the middle rope to his feet...he spins around, dazed. Houston charges forward with a front first drop kick!! It sends Mack crashing into the corner!! Mack's arms, draped over the top rope, keeps his body from hitting the mat...instead, he slumps forward. Houston, back on his feet, charges in and delivers a few right hands to Mack's bald head. He then drops to the mat, puts his feet in Mack's chest and tosses him into the center of the ring with a Monkey Flip!! Mack hits HARD, arching his back in pain. The fans go wild*

Rockwell: Yes! Ed Houston...OUR champion is fighting back!

Hood: Fuck, I hope Mack's hip is okay.

Rockwell: His HIP? Is he having hip problems?

Hood: I can't say for sure...but I've heard rumors.

*Mack rotates onto his ass...he backslides into a corner. Houston charges ahead...Mack throws his hand out, asking for a moment to get to his feet. Ed will grant him no such reprieve...he throws a right foot through Mack's hand and into his face! Mack is stunned in a big way from the flush impact. Houston backs up into the opposite corner...he charges ahead, leaps through the air and delivers double knees into Mack's head!! The ring nearly moves from the force of impact!! Houston grabs Mack by the arm, dragging him into the center of the ring*

Rockwell: Mack O'Connor is reeling! Ed Houston might end this quicker than we all imagined!

Hood: Get up, Mack! GET UP

Rockwell: I know Mack is familiar with OCW Ed Houston. But this is GCWA Ed Houston...a more focused, Ed. A true champion.

Hood: Ed's just being a dick. He wants this match to end quick to fuck over all the Ultimate Survival qualifiers hoping their fatigue leads to an injury in the match.

Rockwell: I doubt that.

*Houston jumps high into the air and drives a knee into Mack's head! O'Connor is flat on his back, center of the ring. Houston pops back to his feet and points toward the nearest corner. The fans go "FUCK YES!!" Houston rushes over, leaping over the top rope to the apron. He then leaps onto the top rope in one fluid motion. He looks at Mack and straights upright, preparing for BLASTOFF. Mack, however, rolls out of the ring! The fans BOOO. Mack falls off the apron to the floor, holding his head and neck. Ed places his hands on his hips, frustrated. The fans chant "PUSSY"*

Rockwell: These fans aren't happy with Mack O'Connor's decision to, well, run.

Hood: These fans are idiots. What was Mack supposed to do, lay there and take it? Maybe some guy named Lukas, but not Mack!

Rockwell: The fact remains...Ed is in total control. That may have granted Mack temporary immunity...but he must get back in the ring and face the GCWA Champion.

Hood: All Mack needs is a few seconds and one solid punch. That's it.

*Houston re-positions. He looks down at Mack, who is leaning over the guardrail, catching his breath. Ed interlocks his hands and leaps off with a double axe handle! Mack, however, throws a sharp elbow right into Ed's midsection!!! Houston tumbles forward, holding his gut in pain. He gasps for air. Mack leans against the guardrail, laughing. The fans BOOO*

Rockwell: Look before you leap, Ed!

Hood: Yep, same ole Ed Houston. Mack's got this.

Rockwell: If it's the same 'ole' Ed Houston, then that would indicate Mack's in trouble. Wasn't Mack 0-fer against the 'ole' Ed Houston?

*A fan pushes Mack from behind. He turns around and punches the fan in the face! A few other fans join the fray...Mack starts brawling with the fans at ringside, knocking each one of them out. GCWA security rushes in, pushing the fans away. Mack laughs. The fans chant "ASSHOLE!" Mack turns around, locating Ed. He says, "Miami is full of pussies." Houston, on one knee, musters up the guts and charges forward, looking for a spear. Mack catches him and tosses him over with a Gut Wrench Suplex!! Ed hits hard, arching his back. Mack sits up and raises both eyebrows, making a faux 'surprised' face. The fans boo EVEN LOUDER*

Rockwell: So, what's the deal...are we supposed to be surprised that a wrestler who's been wrestling for decades can pull off a suplex?

Hood: You clearly haven't watched many Mack O'Connor matches.

Rockwell: Well excuse me if I'm not going to give him a standing ovation for performing a fairly rudimentary maneuver.

Hood: I will not excuse a person who refuses to acknowledge greatness.

*The fans at ringside continue to lunge and grasp at Mack. GCWA officials flood ringside to keep the peace. Mack grabs a chair from underneath the ring...the throws it toward the fans...it CRACKS several heads in the front row, knocking several back. More fans charge the guardrail. GCWA security has to lean against the railing to keep it from tipping over. Mack talks shit, asking them to bring it on...GCWA security pleads with him to stop. The ref flies out of the ring...he gets in Mack's face, warning about a DQ. Mack is like, "are you fucking serious?"*

Rockwell: We're about to have a riot down here.

Hood: All Mack wants to do is have a traditional wrestling match and these Miami FREAKS insist on getting involved.

Rockwell: Whatever! Mack is pouring gasoline on the fire! He's making things TEN times worse.

Hood: You sure your residence doesn't read "Miami, FL"?

*Mack rolls his eyes at the ref and heads toward Ed. The ref slides back into the ring...he yells out "ONE!" Houston is on all fours...Mack runs forward and delivers a soccer style kick into Ed's ribcage!! Houston flips over onto his back, holding his ribs. Mack kicks Ed again. The Ref yells "TWO!" Mack grabs Ed by the hair and whips him into the guardrail. A few security members part, allowing Ed to slam into the railing. Mack lunges forward with a HUGE knife edged chop!! Houston nearly spills into the crowd. The Ref yells "THREE!" Fans pat Ed on the back, shouting encouragement. One fan throws his beer all over Mack...O'Connor just shakes it off, ignoring the act intended to incite. He snatches Ed up, over his shoulder and turns around...the fans reach out, grabbing Ed by the boots...they prevent Mack from moving forward. Mack is like "Fuck you guys"...he tosses Ed onto his shoulders and spins around...it's an Airplane Spin!! But he uses Ed's feet to take out the first row of fans!! He then tosses Ed over his shoulder with an Attitude Adjustment!! Ed flies over the guardrail, into the fans, taking more of them out. The crowd charges toward the guardrail...security, once again, has to intervene. Mack sticks his jaw out and begs them to hit him. But, they can't reach due to the security team's buffer. Houston, meanwhile, has been consumed by fans*

Rockwell: We're losing control out here! The ref has GOT to speed that count up!

Hood: And what, have this GCWA Title match end in a count out? Talk about some...WEAK ASS BOOKING

Rockwell: That would be better than a riot!

Hood: Ryot? We already saw him tonight.

Rockwell: You know what I mean.

*The ref yells "FOUR!" Mack grunts...he realizes he can't win the title on a count out. So he tries to fight his way forward. He yells at the security to help him get Ed. But, the fans lend a helping hand. The ref yells "FIVE!" Houston suddenly appears...the fans have lifted him up in a very 'god-like' posture...they then THROW HIM at Mack!! Mack's eyes widen!! Houston takes him down with a Thesz Press!! He pummels Mack in the head with lefts and rights! The ref yells "SIX!" The fans go wild! "YES! YES! YES!" Houston rolls off of Mack and gets to his feet...he winces, holding his back and ribs. The ref yells "SEVEN!" Houston dives into the ring, rolling into a corner, taking a seat against the bottom rope*

Rockwell: And now MACK is in trouble of being counted out.

Hood: Ed looking to take the pussy way out.

Rockwell: A win is a win...it isn't HIS job to pin or make Mack submit. Again, champion's advantage! He earned this right through six months of hard work!

Hood: All I heard coming from your mouth was "blah blah, Ed's a pussy, blah blah"

*The ref yells "EIGHT!" He shakes his head, hating what appears to be coming. He yells "NINE!" Mack rolls over and pushes up to his knees. He tries to lunges into the ring...but his knee...or hip, nearly gives out. He yells "FUCK" slapping at his leg. The ref, shows ten fingers at his side...he hesitates for just a moment before preparing to yell out the ultimate number. Mack dives in!!! He breaks the count! The ref wipes sweat from his brow...nobody wanted to see a count out. Houston grabs the top rope and pulls himself to his feet. Mack stumbles to his feet. The fans chant "HOUSTON!" Ed greets Mack with a spinning back fist. Mack stumbles into the ropes...Ed shoots him off...Mack reverses. Houston hits the ropes...he bounces off and Mack throws a big boot...Ed ducks. Ed stops on a dime, he grabs Mack's head, looking for a neckbreaker...Mack throws a mule kick, catching the back of Ed's knee. Ed turns around, holing his knee...Mack spins around and nearly decapitates Ed with a lariat!!! Houston's back slams into the mat, hard. Mack drops to one knee...the fans, for the first time since the entrances, falls to something semi-resembling quiet*

Rockwell: Wow...what impact.

Hood: Good night Ed Houston. Being small, fast, and flippy is fun...but when a man gets a solid punch in, it's over.

Rockwell: No doubt Mack O'Connor is one of the best strikers in professional wrestling.

Hood: It's basically 90% of his repertoire.

*Mack, on his knee, reaches over and grabs Ed by the head. He slams the back of Ed's head into the mat once, twice...and three times! Houston's body goes still. Mack rises to his feet, wiping some sweat from his mouth. He fans BOO the challenger. Mack, this time, ignores them, keeping his focus on Ed. He bends over, snaring the GCWA Champion by the hair. He pulls Ed to his feet. Houston shoves Mack away! He throws a superkick!! Mack ducks and hooks Ed for Claymore!! Ed wiggles free! Houston stumbles into a corner...he charges out. Mack bends over...Houston leaps over Mack for a sunset flip! He tires to pull Mack over...but Mack balls up his fist and brings it down right into Ed's forehead!!! Houston goes limp! The fans groan and grimace. Mack drops to one knee...he reaches back, snaring Ed's leg...he hooks the leg for the pin. The ref slides in...1...2...KICK OUT*

Rockwell: Houston kicks out!

Hood: That's okay. There's fight in Ed, no doubt. But it's clear Mack is close to putting this away.

Rockwell: The challenger has definitely gained firm grasp of control in this match. We're going to see just how much fight our champion has...I'm guessing, more than you give him credit for.

Hood: Don't get me wrong...it's not like Ed WANTS to lose. It's just that a little guy can only take so much head trauma.

*Mack, leaning forward with Ed underneath him, looks at the ref. He doesn't verbally question the count, but the look says it all. He reaches down, grabbing Ed by the throat with both hands. Mack rises up, bringing Ed along for the ride...he hoists Ed up into the air and throws him into the nearest corner. Ed hits hard. Mack charges in with a HUGE clothesline. Houston is crushed! Mack steps back...Houston staggers forward...Mack dips a shoulder and tosses Ed over, into the center of the ring...Houston hits hard, arching his back. Mack raises his right fist...the fans BOOO*

Rockwell: Our champion is reeling...Mack appears ready to finish this conquest off with a straight right hand.

Hood: And he's got the right hand to do just that. That right hand packs more punch than Bud Light EVER could.

Rockwell: You're going to ruin his sponsor deal if you're not careful.

Hood: I'd be doing him a fucking favor. Why he still listens to that douche Treat Cassidy I'll never know.

*Ed struggles. He's fighting. He's trying to get to his feet. The fans stomp their feet. They clap their hands. They chant "ED! ED! ED!" Houston finally stands!! He turns around...the fans go wild. Mack charges in and BLASTS Ed in the face with a HUGE right hand!!! Houston goes limp, falling to the mat. The fans cheers do a complete 180 into BOOOOOS. Mack drops down, hooking one leg. The ref slides in. 1...2...3...NO! KICK OUT*

Rockwell: The Champion kicked out!

Hood: Fuck, I thought he was knocked out. I guess the kid can take a punch.

Rockwell: Mack is doing what he can to keep Ed down...it's just...well, it's not working.

Hood: That's okay, he's about to pull out the big guns. He's about to END THIS MAN'S CAREER.

*On his knees, Mack holds up three fingers. The ref shows two. Mack snarls, but stands...he looks at his fist. It's red and somewhat afflicted from the blow. But, he isn't going to show any hint of irritation. He rips Ed off the mat. Houston shoves him back!! Ed throws a spinning heel kick...but Mack catches the leg. He slings it down and leans forward with a head butt into Ed's chin!!! It creates a loud SMACK. Houston staggers back...then forward...Mack grabs him and drops him with HOLLOW POINT!! Houston's body pops into the air before landing HARD on the mat. Mack slides in, hooking one leg. The ref makes the count. 1! 2! SHOULDER UP!! The crowd breathes a sigh of relief before cheering*

Rockwell: Ed continues to survive..but that's all it is right now, survival.

Hood: Okay, okay...everybody calm down. It was ONLY Hollow Point. He'll hit Claymore and be out of here within the next couple of minutes. Here we go..c'mon, Mack!

Rockwell: If he's able to hit that then, yea, I think that might be enough.

Hood: He's put down legends...LEGENDS, with an S, Rockwell, using Claymore. Ed is no legend.

Rockwell: Not yet!

*Again, on his knees, Mack throws three fingers at the ref...this time, with more intensity. The ref backs up, holding up two fingers. Mack slaps the mat three times, urging the ref to count at a speed he deems acceptable. The ref ignores him. O'Connor rises to his feet. Houston is down. Mack stomps on Ed's chest, for good measure. He slides out of the ring and bends down, snaring a can of BUD LIGHT from underneath. He slides back into the ring and pops the top, toasting the fans. The fans BOOOO! He takes a sip and nods, displaying the Bud Light logo and giving a solid, affirmative fist*

Rockwell: Oh please...just win the match, already!

Hood: Hey, he's being a loyal spokesman. And, hey, look...he didn't even wince while taking a sip. A true pro!

Rockwell: Perhaps Bud Light is growing on him.

Hood: Nah, he's just a great actor. Always cast as a bad guy, for some reason.

*Mack heads into his corner and places the can down. He grabs Ed and pulls him back to his feet. He hooks him for Claymore!! Houston tries to fight free...but he can't...Mack hoists him up and drills him into the mat with his finisher!!! Houston is down. Mack hooks BOTH legs this time. The ref slides in. 1!...2!...3!....NOOOOOOOOO! Shoulder up...by inches!! The crowd leaps to their feet! Mack rises, to his knees, he places his hands atop his bald head...his eyes are wide...he's in shock*

Rockwell: Houston kicked out! The champ is alive! And look at Mack...he's in shock!

Hood: Man...I...I don't know...can Mack beat Ed?

Rockwell: That is an interesting question. Mack's given Ed all he can and the champion refuses to quit. Sometimes a person just has someone's number...Ed might have Mack's number.

Hood: Ugh...c'mon, Mack! Wake up! Hit him with another one! I think it was that Bud Light. It corrupted Mack's system...caused the Claymore to be weaker than usual.

*Mack turns his focus to the ref. He looks at him and says "YOU!" He gets to his feet with three fingers up. He bullies the ref into the corner, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. The ref threatens to call for the bell. Mack stands back, irate. He makes a mental note to deal with the ref later. He turns around, peeling Ed off the mat. He hooks him for another Claymore. Mack lifts Ed high into the air...he holds him up for a moment, trying to get the proper leverage to really drive him down. Ed, however, slips free!! He slides down Mack's side and grabs Mack's right leg...he instantly locks Mack's ankle in Countdown!!! The crowd goes wild!! Mack yells in pain...he extends his arms, trying to find the ropes...but he's too far away. The ref slides in, asking Mack if he wants to give it up. Mack eyes the ref like, "Oh, I really wanna kick your ass now!" but the pain prevents him from acting*

Rockwell: Yes! Ed's back! He's locked his devastating submission, Countdown, onto Mack's ankle!

Hood: Fuck! It's the Bud Light! Get that can out of the ring!

Rockwell: Bud Light is pushing Mack to the brink, right now! Our champion has suddenly pulled ahead in this epic GCWA Title match!

Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING!

*Ed's stamina increases. His focus returns...he rises to one knee, cranking on the submission. Mack yells out...he clinches his fist screaming "FUCK!" Houston gets to both feet...now he's able to really turn on Mack's joint. O'Connor grabs at his bald head, his fingers dig into the skin surrounding his skull...anything to help minimize the pain shooting through his leg. The ref asks if he wants to give it up...Mack looks like he wants to rip the ref's head off. Ed yells out, turning it as far as he can...the fans yell "TAP! TAP! TAP!"*

Rockwell: And, in case Mack were confused, those fans are not specifying how they want their beer served.

Hood: And you call yourself a professional? Fuckin hell.

Rockwell: I'm just saying!

*Mack pushes up with both hands...he then ducks his head forward and rolls! The momentum sends Ed crashing through the ropes!! Houston, grabs onto the top rope and spins around...Mack gets to his knees only to be met with a 619!!! Mack falls backward, onto the mat. Ed fully rotates, standing on the apron. He jumps up, springboards off the top rope and drive an elbow into Mack's chest!! He pops back to his feet...fully recovered! The fans go wild!!! Houston heads over toward Mack's corner*

Rockwell: Ed's on fire!

Hood: Not literally!

Rockwell: And he's heading into Mack's corner...where that can of Bud Light resides.

Hood: Is he going to pour it out, defying his roots?

Rockwell: Bud Light is not his root of origin!

*Ed snares the can. He holds it up high...the fans yell out "DRINK THAT SHIT!" Houston turns the can over and takes a huge swig. His cheeks puff. His eyes widen. He swallows, barely. It's an unexpected flavor. He takes the can and pours some of the liquid on the mat...it's brown and thick...it's...WHISKEY*

Rockwell: They replaced Bud Light beer with Whiskey!!

Hood: Classic Mack! Jameson, no doubt.

Rockwell: I can't imagine this will go over very well with the people at Anheuser.

Hood: Fucking Ed. Trying to take money out of Mack's pocket. What a dick.

*Houston sees Mack rising to his feet. He hurries forward and blasts Mack in the head with the Bud Light can that's full of whiskey! Whiskey flies everywhere!! Mack is stunned...Houston grabs him, pulls him forward and drops him with an X-Factor face first into the puddle of whiskey on the mat!! The fans go wild!! Ed kips up! "HOUSTON! HOUSTON!" He looks down at Mack before heading to the nearest corner*

Rockwell: The GCWA Champion has ALL the momentum!

Hood: Get up, Mack! Fight like you freedom depends on it!

Rockwell: A lot is riding on this match for Mack...especially considering he may have just lost his sponsorship. If he loses this...there goes that GCWA Champion money.

Hood: I bet Mack would have already won if it weren't for that Coronavirus. Ruins everything!

*Houston reaches the top rope. He looks down at O'Connor. Mack suddenly rises! What's going on? He's got whiskey on his face...it appears the whiskey has given Mack a surge of energy. He turns, facing Ed. Houston leaps off with Meterora!!! He takes Mack down!! He hooks both legs!!! The refs slides in!! 1! 2! NOOOOO*

Rockwell: Ed Houston defeated Crash Rodriguez with Meteora back in 2019!

Hood: Did he?

Rockwell: Yes...how do you not remember that, you were calling the match...

Hood: I can't be bothered to remember every bit of Ed Houston's career. Who do you think he is, Matt Meyhu?

*Houston, unlike Mack, remains focused after a nearfall. He backs into a corner. Mack reaches his feet...Ed charges forward and flies through the air with a spinning heel kick!! Mack falls. Houston is back on his feet...the fans are going wild. He motions for Mack to get up. He leans against the ropes. Mack reaches his feet, slowly...Houston bounces off the ropes and he blasts Mack in the face with a running knee...Mack crumbles to the mat. Houston is back on his feet once again...the fans are going wild...the arena is shaking...he yells at Mack, "GET UP!!" Mack struggles to do so...*

Rockwell: Mack is just about out of gas.

Hood: Fucking Treat...if he had forced Mack to train rather than pander to the shit heads at Anheuser then maybe he wouldn't be gassed right now.

Rockwell: Houston is one of the best conditioned wrestlers in the sport. This match has been a war...anybody would be fatigued at this point.

Hood: Sounds like more Ed Houston propaganda to me!

*Mack finally reaches his feet. Houston runs in and hooks him for a Spanish Fly!! He leaps up...but Mack can't follow him...his ankle isn't strong enough...so, it turns into a Flatliner!! Mack is face down. Houston pops to his feet shrugging as if to say, "That's okay. Still effective." Houston snares Mack by the back of the neck and pulls him to his feet. He stands in front of Mack and leaps up, hitting a Codebreaker!! Mack straightens up, he teeters on his heels. Houston kips up...he then leaps over Mack and takes him down with a Zig Zag!!! Mack's body reacts violently, sending him back to his feet and staggering around. Houston kips up again...he runs at Mack, leaps up, and takes him down with a Hurrianrana!! He holds on fro the pin!! The ref slides in! 1! 2! 3...NOOOOOO!!!! KICK OUT!*

Rockwell: Ohhhh my gosh!!! That took my breath away!

Hood: Easy over there, fanboy.

Rockwell: What a flurry of offense! I could barely keep up!

Hood: Yet, somehow, Mack kicked out.

*Mack is on his side...sweat is pouring off his body onto the mat. His bald head is red from overheated exhaustion. Houston returns to his feet...he claps his hands. The arena shakes...the fans stomp and clap along. One fan yells out 'FINISH HIM!!' Houston gets into position. Mack gets to one knee...he tries to stand, but his right ankle is weak. He manages to stumble to his feet. He turns around and eats a SUPERKICK!!! He stumbles into the ropes and shoots off...he eats another SUPERKICK!! Mack's body spins around, slamming into a corner..it keeps him upright. He walks right into a third SUPERKICK!! Mack's body snaps back, onto the mat. He's down...center of the ring. His chest heaves up and down...seat is leaking off his body. He stares into the lights...there's nothing behind his eyes. Houston rushes toward a corner. The fans yell "GO! GO! YES! YES!"*

Rockwell: This Miami crowd is ready to explode!

Hood: Fuck me.

Rockwell: Ed is one Blastoff away from downing Mack yet again!

Hood: I think I need some ear plugs. I don't want to go deaf once this happens.

*Houston reaches the top. He looks down at Mack and leaps off!!! The arena shakes! The fans are going wild. Houston soars through the air...a picture perfect Blastoff. He comes crashing down. Mack lifts his knees!!! Houston, somehow, manages to stick his hands out, bracing the fall. He lands in a bridge over Mack, inches from coming into contact with Mack's knees. Mack grabs Ed and rolls him over into a small package!!! The fans scream! The ref slides in!!! 1!! 2!! 3!!!!!! The bell rings!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner....and the NEWWW GCWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD...MACK O'CONNOR!!!!!!

*Houston kicks out right after three! He turns and stares at the ref, he holds up two...he's in disbelief. The ref shakes his head, holding three. Mack rolls away, into a corner, gasping for air. The GCWA Title is handed to him through the ropes. Houston falls onto his back, grasping at his hair with both hands. The fans are stunned...it's as quiet as it's been all match*

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.

Hood: Yea and these fans...man, they are not happy.

*Indeed, the fans are no longer quiet. They start to boo. Mack hears the boos. He pulls himself up and looks at the crowd. They boo LOUDER. They begin to chant "BULLSHIT!" Mack holds the GCWA Title high in the air. Fans start to throw trash in the ring. One fan throws a craft beer in the ring, Ballast Point brand. Mack catches it, cracks it open and thanks the fan before downing half of it. The fans boo EVEN LOUDER. Security mans the guardrail as fans are looking to break free. One fan does...he slides in only to get kicked in the face by Mack. Treat slides into the ring. He grabs Mack and urges him to leave*

Rockwell: I'd listen to your manager, Mack. We're about to have a riot.

Hood: This is when you know you're great, Rockwell. When you can get ten thousand people so mad they are willing to break the social distancing rule so they can put their hands on you.

Rockwell: I guess.

*Mack finally acquiesces and follows Treat out of the ring. Treat tugs on Mack's arm all the way up the ramp. Fans try to jump the railing, but security beats them back. Mack reaches the top of the ramp and pauses. Treat looks up and says, "No, Mack, please...don't." Mack shoves Treat away...he holds up the belt and yells out "Miami...GET FUCKED!" The fans rush toward the railing, trying to get over. Security is about to break. Mack laughs. Treat yanks on his arm, finally getting back to head for the curtain...he finishes his Ballast Point beer and tosses the empty can over his shoulder before stepping through the curtain*

Rockwell: Thank goodness Treat got him out of here. Hopefully we can settle these people down.

Hood: Can we take a minute to relish in what Mack has done here tonight? He is now one of only a few wrestlers to win both the OCW and GCWA Titles. That's rare company, Rockwell. Who else has done that...Lurrr? Anybody else?

Rockwell: Yes, Nobody else.

Hood: Oh, wait, Bifford! Yea, can't forget Bifford!

Rockwell: Ugh, sure.

*Back inside the ring, Ed is leaning against the bottom rope. His image flashes on the GCWA Tron. This calms the fans. They feel empathy toward their hometown hero. He pulls himself up...never one to stay down for long. Ed looks into the camera and says, "This isn't over." He points out toward the fans and gives them a salute. The crowd gives their hometown hero a standing ovation for his effort. Houston hops through the ropes and heads up the ramp*

Rockwell: All class from The Rocket Man and, indeed, this is not over.

Hood: I think it should be. Let Mack move on to bigger and better things.

Rockwell: Mack won, no doubt. But Ed kicked out of every move Mack had. Houston never hit Blastoff...had Ed hit that, he would have won, no doubt.

Hood: So? It's Mack's JOB to avoid Ed's most dangerous move. He did his job and he won. What else is there?

Rockwell: There's unfinished business, as far as I'm concerned. Ed slipped up, it happens. He'll get his rematch, no doubt.

Hood: Blah, whatever...all hail Mack O'Connor! Long may he reign!

Rockwell: The length of Mack's reign remains to be seen. However, it's time to move forward as, in moments we will find out who is guaranteed a shot at the GCWA Title!



*We go to the back, where Jonathan Barrows has shown up to check on the Ultimate Survival Trophy. He's giving instructions as to when to bring it down, with the camera zooming in on the magnificent trophy.*

Rockwell: It's time! We're about to find out who become the Ultimate Survival!

Hood: So many great possibilities... Dave... PerZag... Dave...

Rockwell: We've already run a little long, so let's just get to it! It's time to decide who becoming the Ultimate Survivor!


Ultimate Survival Finals
Dave Branson vs. Curt Canon vs. Alice Knight vs. PerZag vs. Jack Puffer vs. The Big Bifford

Minos: It is now time... for the finals... of Ultimate Survival!!

*The crowd, having lost its energy earlier with Houston's loss, starts to rev back up, ready to see who's going to survive in the end.*

Minos: Introducing the six individuals who will be competing... first, representing Team A-List... coming down the aisle... here are "The A-List Fixer" Dave Branson and "The Sexiest Man on Earth" PerZag!!

*The two men step out and make their way down the aisle next to each other, although they're both watching the other closely, expecting anything at this point.*

Hood: Man, it's weird to not see Dylan Thomas with them.

Rockwell: This could be Branson's night to step out beyond Thomas, though. If he could win the World Title shot for the A-List...

Hood: Then he'd give it over to his employer, I'm sure! So Dylan still has a chance! Let's go Dave!

Rockwell: ... Well, if PerZag wins, you can bet he's keeping it for himself. What a statement that would be, entering your first event in the GCWA and taking home one of the biggest trophies in the company!

Minos: Next, representing Team Puffer... here is Curt Canon, Alice Knight, and "The Good Detective" Jack Puffer!!

*The trio appear together, with Knight making sure they're holding hands as they go down the aisle. It makes it a little awkward, as the aisle is a little tighter than three wrestlers, but they make it through. None of them can figure out getting into the ring while still holding hands, though, so they all reluctantly let go and slide in, facing off with Branson & PerZag.*

Hood: Do these idiots still think they're working together??

Rockwell: It's not a bad plan, Hood. You get to the Final Three, your odds are a hell of a lot better.

Hood: Yeah, but... I want them all to lose! Branson can't win for Thomas if they don't!

Rockwell: Well, then, you'd better hope that the temptation of the World Title shot is too much for their alliance to last!

Minos: Finally... representing Team Bifford... here is The Big Bifford!!

*The fans turn and give a huge pop (at least in comparison to their size) as The Big Bifford slowly comes out of the back. He smiles, glad to be appearing once more in his MAGICAL FLEECE. Bifford makes his way down, set to claim his destiny.*

Rockwell: The Big Bifford was never granted a rematch when he lost the World Championship to Ed Houston.

Hood: Nope, because he got his ass fired by Jonathan Barrows!

Rockwell: Yes, but tonight, if Bifford can win, he can't be denied again! Barrows won't be able to stop him going for the World Title!

Hood: Which is why, I'm sure, everyone is going to turn on Bifford as soon as we begin, to get that bounty!

Rockwell: The unofficial bounty...

Hood: IT EXISTS!

*As The Big Bifford gets up on the apron, he notices all of the wrestlers in the ring watching him. Feeling a sense of deja vu, Bifford sets himself, waiting, as the bell suddenly rings.*

Rockwell: Here we go! Who's going to be the Ultimate Survivor??

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

*Bifford looks ready to step through the ropes and take what's coming his way. However, before Bifford does so, Alice Knight is suddenly spun around and yanked down, having been rolled up by PerZag!! The ref alertly dives in... 1... 2... but Canon turns and shoves them, reversing it! PerZag's now down... 1... 2... Branon kicks them, shoving them over AGAIN!! 1... 2... Puffer rotates them once more... 1... 2... and PerZag kicks free!! Knight and PerZag jump up, taking up sides, with Canon & Puffer standing next to Knight, while Branson and The Big Bifford come in on the other side. They look ready to brawl, when suddenly Branson & PerZag slowly turns towards Bifford.*

Rockwell: Bifford thought he could find himself allies!

Hood: Nothing wrong with three vs. three!

Rockwell: Unless it works better for it to be 5-on-1!

*Bifford points at Team Puffer, saying that they're the enemy. Branson & PerZag, though, step back, crossing their arms. Bifford sighs, then turns back, as Canon, Knight, & Puffer all charge in, attacking! Bifford tries to fight them off, throwing meaty fists that knock Canon and Puffer back, but Knight slips through, jumping onto Bifford's back! She hangs on, as Bifford tries to throw her off, but now Branson & PerZag are wading in, pummelling Bifford's exposed midsection! They get him down to one knee, as Canon & Puffer come back over to attack as well. Everyone starts throwing haymakers except for Knight, who's still tightly holding Bifford around the neck!*

Rockwell: Clearly they see Bifford as the biggest threat!

Hood: Clearly they all want the bounty! I wonder, if they all pin Bifford, will they each get a split of the bounty? Or will everyone get the same amount?

*The beating continues, with the wrestlers maneuvering Bifford over towards the corner. They shove him in, with PerZag landing a nice shot to the head that drops Bifford to a sitting position. Puffer and Knight kick from opposite sides, keeping the massive wrestler down. They then signal to Canon, who's lined up in the other corner. Canon signals for the Canon Bomb, then starts to run forward, set to put Bifford away... and Branson suddenly intercedes, catching Canon by the throat and throwing him down with the FIXED! Chokeslam!!! Canon's flat, as Branson drops for the pinfall... 1... 2... Puffer makes the save! He stomps on Branson, upset, even as Knight steps forward, only to get grabbed from behind by PerZag, who lands an inverted DDT!*

Rockwell: The Bifford Alliance has been broken!

Hood: Puffer's GOT to stop saving Canon & Knight! It's in his own best interest for them to get pinned!

Rockwell: Not if that means a double-team from Branson & PerZag!

*PerZag is on his feet, noticing Puffer leaning over to pick up Branson. He runs in, landing a Fameasser to take Puffer down!! PerZag leaps up, energized, but Knight dives into him from behind with a tackle, knocking him down! Knight lands a few shots, getting herself up. She pulls PerZag to his feet, setting him for a swinging neckbreaker! But Branson stops it, breaking it up, and he and PerZag work together on a double suplex, throwing Knight backwards to the mat! They smirk at her, but the smirk ends as Canon comes flying in with a forearm into PerZag, knocking him down!! Branson, surprised, reaches for him, but Puffer is there, hopping over Branson with a sunset flip! Branson refuses to go down, until Canon leaps, landing a crossbody into him that takes both over!! Puffer hangs on, as Canon stays on top for the pin... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Dave Branson has been eliminated!!

Hood: Fuck!

Rockwell: The teamwork pays off, as Canon & Puffer both eliminate Branson! Five left!

Hood: This sucks! This should be Dylan & Lissandra's moment!!

*Canon and Puffer get to their feet, looking pretty pleased with themselves. They share a high five. Behind them, Knight is pulling herself up, hurting from the double suplex she took. She starts forward... and The Big Bifford grabs her from behind, throwing her up and over the top rope!! Knight crashes to the ground, taking a hard landing! Puffer, seeing this, runs forward, only for Bifford to toss him in the air, also over the ropes!! Canon backs away, preparing himself, as Bifford comes after him as well, looking infuriated. PerZag, getting up off the mat, sees what's happening and comes in from behind, clocking Bifford in the back. Bifford takes the hit, then turns around to a surprised PerZag, grabbing him and picking him up, taking him over to the ropes to dump him out!*

Rockwell: The Big Bifford is back!

Hood: But I think he took too many kicks to the head, Adrian! I think he's decided he's in a battle royale, instead of an elimination match!

Rockwell: With Bifford, you never know what he might be thinking!

*PerZag fights, hanging onto the ropes for dear life, as The Big Bifford tries to toss him away. In the meantime, Canon makes his way up the turnbuckle, setting himself up. As Bifford gets PerZag to fall to the apron, he turns around, only for Canon to leap at him with a side missile dropkick!! Bifford falls back through the ropes, rolling over PerZag to land on the floor! PerZag falls as well, having no choice. Canon raises his arms, excited, acting like he just won the whole thing. After a couple of seconds, though, Canon shrugs, just waiting. He sees Bifford getting up on the outside, and hits the ropes, running towards them and jumping with a suicide dive!!! But Bifford CATCHES him coming down, holding the cruiserweight up, and then spins, swinging Canon into the nearby ringpost!!!!*

Hood: Someone get the door, I just heard a bell ring!

Rockwell: Man! I bet Canon is rethinking coming out of retirement after that hit!!

Hood: I'm not sure Canon's thinking about anything at all at this moment!

*Bifford lifts Canon up, rolling him into the ring. He follows, still dead set on taking out all the wrestlers who attacked him. He grabs at Canon, picking up the dazed wrestler, and lifts him up... landing the Biff End!!! Canon's out, with Bifford making the cover... 1... 2... and Puffer comes in, jumping on Bifford's back with both feet!!! Bifford rolls away, with Puffer kicking away at him. As Bifford tries to rise, Puffer grabs him by the head and runs forward, getting a modified bulldog! Bifford's down again, with Puffer going for a rear chin lock to keep him in place until his teammates recover... but behind him, he hears the ref... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Curt Canon has been eliminated!!

Hood: What just happened?

Rockwell: Canon's been pinned!

Hood: I was watching Puffer, who...

*Puffer jumps up, stunned, as he turns to look back at where Canon was laying. PerZag is getting up, smirking as he managed to take advantage of the situation! Puffer, aghast, runs forward, going for a kick to the head, but PerZag avoids it, pushing the foot away. Puffer is unable to correct himself in time, as PerZag reaches over and picks him up, before taking a few steps to drop with a running powerslam!! PerZag makes another cover, hanging on... 1... 2... Puffer kicks out! PerZag immediately gets Puffer back up, lifting him onto his shoulders for the Sexy Neutralizer (Torture Rack) submission!! He starts to rack Puffer, but now Bifford is there, grabbing PerZag by the throat with both hands!! PerZag can't fight as Bifford lifts both him and Puffer up, before landing a double-handed chokeslam!!*

Rockwell: What a slam from Bifford! He got them both up!!

Hood: Eh, PerZag was carrying the heavier weight...

Rockwell: He lifted BOTH of them!

Hood: Don't tell me what I saw!

*Bifford's down on his backside now, sitting and sucking in great gasps of air. He may be strong, but he's not known for his endurance, and that double chokeslam really took a lot out of him. He looks to try and get back up, but then his eyes widen as he sees Alice Knight flying in at him with a frog splash!! Bifford gets knocked onto his back, with Knight landing on top!! The ref counts... 1... 2... and Bifford throws Knight off of him, surviving again. Knight wastes no time getting back on the attack, hanging onto the rising Bifford and trying to lock his arms into position for the Apache (Dirty Deeds)!! But Bifford blocks it, throwing Knight off... only to get rolled up by both Puffer and PerZag, who hang on... 1... 2... 3, NO! Bifford somehow gets a shoulder up!*

Rockwell: I thought Bifford's night was over!

Hood: So, so close to the bounty!

Rockwell: No luck yet!

*Bifford tries to stand up, but Knight, Puffer, and PerZag all swing at him, landing double axehandles and European uppercuts to keep him down. PerZag then orders Knight and Puffer to lift Bifford up and hold onto him. He steps over to the turnbuckle, climbing up and getting to the top to prepare for Pure Beauty (Top-Rope Moonsault onto Standing Opponent)!! But as PerZag adjusts, both Knight and Puffer let go of Bifford, then come over, shoving PerZag off the top to the outside!! Knight and Puffer then turn back, rushing at Bifford and scoring a double DDT to put him back down! They make the cover... 1... 2... Bifford escapes again! Puffer questions the ref, wondering why the third count isn't landing, but the referee has no choice in the matter.*

Rockwell: Another close one!

Hood: Why did they turn on PerZag? He could have put Bifford away!

Rockwell: PerZag has turned on them repeatedly in this match, it's no wonder they don't trust him!

Hood: Well, yeah, but right now, the enemy of my enemy is my friend! For right now, anyways...

*Puffer and Knight work together to get Bifford up, with Knight trying once again to get him set up for The Apache. Puffer helps, kneeing Bifford in the gut, but then has to turn away as PerZag is trying to climb up onto the apron. Puffer heads over to him, reaching out, but PerZag quickly drops back off to the outside. In the meantime, Bifford throws Knight off of him, and turns, seeing Puffer in a bad position. He charges, knocking Puffer in the back of the head and getting him into the ropes! Puffer hangs there, stunned, before PerZag grabs his arm and pulls him all the way out! With Puffer gone, Bifford turns back to Alice Knight, who sets herself for a fight.*

Rockwell: The odds aren't looking so good for Alice right now!

Hood: Alice! Show him the lacey bra! Maybe it'll save you!

*Bifford staggers towards Knight, the length of the match really having an effect on him. He's been attacked by large groups multiple times tonight, after all. Knight, seeing this, comes forward, throwing punch after punch, keeping Bifford on the defensive. She goes to the ropes and runs back, hitting a running forearm that knocks Bifford backwards to the ropes. Knight, wanting to get him tangled up, goes again, but this time she's tripped from the outside by PerZag! She looks back, utterly shocked at the 'betrayal', before turning too late... as Bifford lifts her up easily and drops with the Biff End!!! He makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!*

Minos: Alice Knight has been eliminated!!

Hood: Yes! At least I got to see that tonight!

Rockwell: PerZag was a major factor there! And now we're down to three!

Hood: There's not enough meat in there now to get rid of Bifford!

*Bifford slowly gets up, holding his arm like it's sore. PerZag slides into the ring, wanting to take advantage, but Bifford is waiting for him. He starts backing PerZag into the corner, giving him nowhere to run... but Puffer comes up from behind, rolling Bifford up! The ref is there... 1... 2... and Bifford gets out of it! Puffer pulls himself up, exhausted... and PerZag takes him down from behind! 1... 2... Puffer kicks out! He rolls away, as PerZag stands and flexes for a moment, only for Bifford to latch onto him and drag him down into another roll up! 1... 2... PerZag shoots off the mat! The fans are loving every fall, expecting someone to go down anytime now.*

Rockwell: At this point, with everyone having been through so much tonight, you just want it to be over!

Hood: Yeah, any pin will do!

Rockwell: It's nearly impossible to pick a winner between these three!

*All three wrestlers rise up now, each taking up a different corner as they're trying to pull themselves back together. PerZag points to Puffer, getting his attention, then points at Bifford. Puffer shakes his head, knowing that this has been the game plan most of the match and it keeps getting screwed up. PerZag then turns to Bifford, and points to Puffer. Bifford agrees, and the two men start towards a startled Puffer! He looks back and forth between Bifford and PerZag, wondering if this would be a good time to give this space to Warrick Hill. But he decides to stick it out, fighting against both men with sharp right hands! The fans cheer, as Jack Puffer fights for his own survival!*

Rockwell: Suddenly it's two-on-one, but not the way you'd expect!

Hood: Puffer should have taken PerZag up on his offer!

Rockwell: If nothing else, PerZag has shown that he doesn't care about sides, he just cares about winning!

*Puffer gets PerZag backed into a corner, then goes towards Bifford, grabbing him by the arm. He tries to whip Bifford into PerZag, but Bifford blocks it, reversing and throwing Puffer in the opposite direction. Puffer crashes into the turnbuckle, hanging there, as Bifford runs at him, hitting an enormous splash!!! Puffer can barely be seen for a moment, until Bifford gets off of him, letting him fall to the mat. Bifford, smiling, then turns... and runs at PerZag, going for a double squash! But PerZag moves at the last moment, and Bifford crashes into the turnbuckle himself!! The whole ring shifts slightly from the impact, as Bifford hangs there, stunned. PerZag then turns to where Puffer is crawling forward, going to him and lifting him up for the Worthiest Move of All!! Puffer tries to fight free, but he can't manage it, as PerZag nails the move!! He makes the pin... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Jack Puffer has been eliminated!!

Rockwell: The Good Detective's night is over! A hell of a showing from a man nobody used to take seriously!

Hood: I'd say so! I still don't like him, but even I have to admit that he almost pulled this one out! But now it's down to Bifford and PerZag! I think PerZag's getting the bounty!

*PerZag doesn't waste any time celebrating at this point. He runs right at Bifford, showing impressive conditioning as he jumps hard with both knees into Bifford's back!! This knocks Bifford into the turnbuckle once again, winding him. PerZag then gets behind Bifford, as if trying to bring him down with a crucifix pin! But Bifford is just too much weight for PerZag to get over, and he shrugs PerZag off of him. As PerZag turns around, trying to leap back into Bifford, the huge wrestler catches PerZag in his arms and drops forward with a splash, crushing him!! The ref is there to count... 1... 2... 3, NO! PerZag got a hand on the bottom rope!!*

Rockwell: I can't believe PerZag managed to escape that pin!

Hood: What guts! Squashed guts right now, but still, what guts!

Rockwell: The question is, can PerZag stop Bifford on his own, when no group of people could do that today?

*Bifford slowly sits up, trying to figure out what else he can do to take out a man like PerZag. He gets painfully up, dragging PerZag by the hair to his feet. He then lifts PerZag up, applying a bearhug!! PerZag fights against it, trying to get his arms in between to lessen the pressure. Bifford doesn't stop, though, trying to wring a submission from PerZag so that he can walk away from this one. PerZag, though, kicks with his feet, swinging them up and down, with one possibly connecting a little lower than intended!! Bifford lets go, gasping, as the referee moves in, unsure of what just happened. PerZag, though, takes full advantage, grabbing Bifford by the head and getting a Russian leg sweep! He makes a cover, hanging onto the legs... 1... 2... Bifford kicks out!*

Rockwell: Did PerZag land a low blow there?

Hood: If he did, it wasn't intentional. Let them fight on, ref!

Rockwell: Intentional or not, PerZag just got a huge advantage!

*With Bifford on his hands and knees, still struggling to get some feeling back, PerZag moves in, punching away at Bifford's exposed head. The referee moves close, ordering PerZag to watch the closed fists, but PerZag is battling on instinct now, and not worrying about the rules. He turns and complains to the ref, telling him to back off, but the ref doesn't do so. PerZag turns back to Bifford, grabbing at his arm... but Bifford shoves PerZag away, causing him to collide with the referee! The ref, holding his arms over his head, rolls out of the ring. PerZag looks a little stunned himself as he tries to get back up, meeting up with Bifford. But Bifford's throwing massive shots at him, driving PerZag back!*

Rockwell: We have no referee!

Hood: DQ Bifford! He caused this to happen!

Rockwell: You want PerZag to win via disqualification?

Hood: Hey, that gets the ref the bounty! I'm sure he could use the money!

*Bifford gets PerZag back into the ropes, grabbing him in a choke hold to try and put him unconscious while the referee is down. But PerZag goes to the eyes, allowing himself to get free. He gasps for a second, holding his throat, while Bifford steps away to try and clear his vision. PerZag, seeing Bifford turned away, runs forward and grabs hold of Bifford's head. He takes him towards the turnbuckle, going up for the tornado DDT!! But Bifford readjusts in mid-move, twisting PerZag around and immediately dropping him with the Biff End!!! He makes the cover... ... ... ... and there's no count, since the referee is still down! Bifford sits up, looking a little frustrated as he looks around.*

Rockwell: We need a back-up referee!

Hood: There should be two or three waiting in the back, unless they took the night off after their matches!

Rockwell: Wait, here comes some... oh no...

*The fans immediately start to boo as Hunter Barrows, wearing a referee's shirt, starts to head towards the ring. He is smiling as he heads into the ring, taking up a position to the side. Bifford sees him and looks closer, as if he feels like maybe he should know this guy. But after a second, Bifford shrugs and goes back over to PerZag, pulling the wrestler up. He gets PerZag in a double-arm DDT, putting him back to the mat, and makes another cover. Hunter nods, applauding the move, but doesn't make a count. Bifford, confused, yells at him, and Hunter acts like he's surprised. He goes down, hitting the mat once..... Waits.... Starts to hit the mat again... waits... and PerZag gets an arm off the canvas, so Hunter immediately says to keep going!*

Rockwell: This is despicable.

Hood: Way to go, Hunter! Way to call it down the middle!

Rockwell: Call it down the... what??

Hood: You saw him counting, right? Even though it's Bifford? True sportsmanship!!

*The Big Bifford gets up, staring at Hunter more intently now. He knows now that something is up from this strange guy who Bifford's never seen before (at least according to Bifford). He pulls PerZag up again, setting him up, but PerZag gets a desperation knee shot to knock Bifford away from him. He then gets to the ropes, using their momentum to give him some speed as he runs at Bifford with a spear!! It doesn't work like a normal spear, as PerZag mostly bounces off, but Bifford still gets knocked backwards towards the ropes. PerZag then jumps, landing a dropkick, then a second one, and finally a third that puts Bifford through the ropes and to the outside!*

Hood: PerZag's still fighting in this one, ref or no ref!

Rockwell: Bifford's got a few seconds to recover... or does he??

*Hunter Barrows has already quickly moved to the side of the ring where Bifford is laying. He throws up one, two, three, extremely fast in his count. Four and five are almost on top of each other. Hunter is really racing to eliminate Bifford, which PerZag doesn't seem to have a major issue with. Hunter gets to 6,7,8, but just as he's throwing up 9, Bifford struggles under the ropes, getting his body in. Hunter looks extremely tempted to call 10 anyway, seeing that part of Bifford is still outside, but he resists, signalling for things to continue. PerZag immediately grabs at Bifford, getting a Fameasser on him to drop him to the mat! PerZag then struggles to roll Bifford over, even though he's still partially in the ropes. He gets Bifford on his back and covers... 1.. 2.. 3, NO! Bifford's out of it!! Hunter's hand hovers for a second, but he pulls it back, disappointed.*

Hood: PerZag nearly got him there, twice!

Rockwell: What a terrible way to end Ultimate Survivor! It's completely rigged!

Hood: Not from where I'm sitting! What a battle!

Rockwell: Hunter didn't even bother with Bifford's legs both being under the ropes!

Hood: Huh. Must have missed that.

*PerZag struggles to get Bifford back up, wanting to end it now. Hunter's all for it, watching with a big smile as PerZag turns and goes up onto the turnbuckle. He's ready once again to try for Pure Beauty, wanting Bifford finished. But as PerZag gets ready to leap, Bifford grabs hold of Hunter and throws him forward, knocking him into PerZag's legs!! PerZag falls hard on the ropes and topples to the apron, laying there as Hunter tries to pull himself back together. He stares at Bifford, then turns, about to call for the disqualification, when Bifford gives him a kick to the gut and turns him over... delivering the Biff End!!! Hunter flops on the mat, as Bifford sits there, glaring at him.*

Rockwell: Bifford's got a shot now!

Hood: No he doesn't!! He just lost!! He assaulted the referee!! We need someone down there right now to call for the disqualification!!

Rockwell: Hunter wasn't going to let Bifford win, Hood! He had to do something!

Hood: He made the wrong choice!!! PerZag wins!!

*Bifford shoves Hunter away with his foot, sending the Barrows brother to the outside. He then goes over to PerZag, reaching through the ropes, no, PerZag reaches up and grabs Bifford's head, dropping off the apron to clothesline him on the ropes!! Bifford staggers back, his throat burning from the impact. PerZag then jumps up, grabbing onto the ropes on the apron and springboarding in with a beautiful moonsault!!! But Bifford steps up and catches PerZag on his shoulders, dropping with a modified Biff End!!!! Bifford makes the cover, exhausted, as the original referee struggles back into the ring. Not knowing what else has happened, the ref makes the slow count... 1.... 2.... 3!!!!!!*

Minos: PerZag has been eliminated!! Here is your Ultimate Survivor... The Big Bifford!!!

Hood: No! This isn't right! Somebody do something!

Rockwell: The Big Bifford survives all the attacks and beat-downs and historically wins the Ultimate Survival tournament!!

Hood: No, he's DQ'ed, damn it!!

Rockwell: Not in the eyes of the referee!! This one's over! Congratulations to The Big Bifford!!

*"Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio starts to play, as The Big Bifford raises his arms in triumph. He waits, happily, as the procession starts down from the stage, holding the Ultimate Survival Trophy. However, Jonathan Barrows comes running out, getting between them. He starts talking to the procession, as Bifford looks on, his smile fading somewhat.*

Rockwell: Now Jonathan Barrows is getting involved!

Hood: Yes! Correct this misjustice, Mr. Barrows!

Rockwell: I don't know what's going on here, but we're out of time!

Hood: No, we need to wait for the announcement of the actual winner!

Rockwell: We already have gotten it! We'll see you all on Friday!

Hood: Wait!

*Jonathan Barrows is now ordering the trophy presenters to go backstage, as The Big Bifford starts to step over the ropes, ready to head their direction. He doesn't like seeing his trophy disappearing backstage. Jonathan Barrows follows them, wanting nothing to do with an angry Bifford. We slowly fade out.*

OOC: I can't tell you how happy I am to have this card out to you all! After some personal events dealing with how our world is currently going took place on Friday, I basically wrote up the majority of this card over the last two days. I still don't know if I would have made it without the excellent help of Will, who wrote the World Title match and put together the graphics for the show. He deserves all the praise you can give him for doing what he did.

I know things in the world are pretty insane right now. At the moment, I'm planning to continue the GCWA and give everyone somewhere to escape to in the coming weeks. There should also be more poker games, and maybe other events taking place as well. So I hope, after all the dust settles from the extremely tough choices I had to make in Ultimate Survival, you're still part of our amazing group of wrestlers, and we can keep the GCWA going, Coronavirus or not. Talk to you all soon!

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, March 27th, 2020

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, TX

Opener

Erin Gordon vs. Aaron Warthog

Mid-Card

Vincent Day vs. Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn

Crazy Chris vs. Dexter Montgomery

Main Event

Mack O'Connor Championship Celebration

Roleplaying will be from Sunday, March 22nd to Wednesday, March 25th, giving you 4 days to post your roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!