GCWA Adrenaline Rush IV


*The ordering screen goes away, bringing us to our normal shot of a black screen as everything gets set to begin. Surprisingly, it starts out with what looks like old black and white reels from sporting events, showing things like Babe Ruth hitting a home run. The old clips continue, as the voice slowly comes over the speakers.*

Voice: The rush of adrenaline has been a connection in all sports, in all competitions, and in all wars.

*The clips start to get spliced in with shots from World War II, or possibly another war. It's always hard to tell.*

Voice: It's always been an advantage of the human race, having the ability to pump a little bit more energy into yourself in order to fight back, no matter what battle faces you. Some might say that rush is what's allowed us to take our spot at the top of the food chain, with some very aggressive animals out there fighting for it.

*The images start to get more recent, this time showing shots of sharks, bears, and lions, among other furious animals.*

Voice: In all sports, it's the same. When we get fired up, when we feel that rush, we find ourselves extremely hard to stop... unless we're facing someone equally juiced up, equally charged...

*The video plays an NFL player heading in for the tackle... which is quickly spliced into a spear from James Raven. We see an NBA player finding a way around the blockers and leaping high up... which becomes Xavier Lux flying downwards with a high-risk maneuver. A major league baseball player rears back for the swing, going for a home run... and we switch to Outcast hitting a huge chair shot.*

Voice: Welcome to the ultimate sport... welcome to the Adrenaline Rush...

*We see a flurry of maneuvers flash by the screen. Betsy Granger locking in the Tuez les etoiles. The Big Bifford landing the Biff End. Jackson Hart flying through the air for On Tilt. Shawn Warstein delivering the Ego Trip. Enforcer stretching an opponent in a Torture Rack. The shots come faster and faster, as the heartbeat heard in the background matches the speed as we head towards the opening screen:*

*The banner goes away, as we find ourselves in the Denver Coliseum in Denver, Colorado! The crowd appears to be separated due to social distancing, but there's still a lot of people left in the arena, and they're all excited. We see fans chanting, some holding up Betsy Granger signs, while others are pulling for Mack tonight. The crowd looks very split at the moment. We cut away from them and head to ringside to join Adrian Rockwell and Hood.*

Rockwell: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Adrenaline Rush!!

Hood: Our first pay-per-view of the year! Wooo, suck it, 2020, we've moved on!!

Rockwell: We've got a hell of a show for you tonight, as we see seven amazing matches, all of them with something on the line!

Hood: Two Golden Opportunities, every title in the GCWA, it's a fucking full house tonight!

Rockwell: Hell yes! And we definitely have a high-risk night in store. Chair matches. Ladder matches. Table matches.

Hood: So you're saying it's a TLC night?

Rockwell: Except no actual TLC match...

Hood: Bummer. Someone change the main event!

Rockwell: We can't do it this late, Hood, but trust me, the fans are going to get their money's worth!



The hospital, where Lord Allton lies unconscious – just before he woke up.

*The scene opens to a dark place. Black nothingness.*

Lord Allton: Hello?

**HEHEHEHEHE!**

Lord Allton: Penny?

*Lord Allton looks down. He can't see a thing but he feels strange. It feels as though he's...standing up!*

Pennywise: ROB! ROB, ROB, ROB, ROB, ROB! HEHEHEHEHE

*And just like that, Pennywise the Dancing Clown appears in front of him. Holding balloons in one hand and his other hand out for Allton to take.*

Pennywise: Join me!

*Pennywise's tone of voice, is sinister – like he hasn't fed for...27 years. His gaze even unnerves Allton as he looks at him with hunger in his eyes.*

Lord Allton: Where are we?

*And just like that, Pennywise is back to the jovial, dancing clown.*

Pennywise: You don't recognise your own mind? HEHE

Lord Allton: Am I dead?

Pennywise: DEAD?! HEHEHEHEHE Noooooooooooooooooooo of course not. At least not yet. Hehehe! No... you were knocked unconscious by those idiots the Malvados and/or Sins of the Fathers. And then! Again by some foolish wretched human outside of your hotel! No... I wanted to talk to you... while I have you.

*The words 'have you' once again unnerve the Lord of Dashing as Pennywise grows about a hundred feet tall, peering down at him.*

Pennywise: YOU! YOU HAVEN'T FED ENOUGH! FED ME ENOUGH! YOU WILL WAKE UP SOON AND AT THE NEXT OUTSIDERS SHOW AND EVERY SHOW AFTER, YOU WILL DON YOUR COSTUME OF PENNYLORD AND REAP AND SOW CHAOS LIKE ONLY WE CAN!

Lord Allton: I've had my dealings with Barry. You know that.

*The huge head of Pennywise comes within inches of Lord Allton's face and peers right into his soul it seems.*

Pennywise: PAH! BARRY! BARRY IS A LITTLE FOOL THAT CAN WAIT.... DON'T YOU WANT REVENGE ON THE MALVADOS AND SINS OF THE FATHERS?!

Lord Allton: You know I do...

Pennywise: THEN WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

*Pennywise's voice transitions into that of Bill as Lord Allton stirs.*

Bill: Rob! Wake up, buddy! Come on, wake up!

*Lord Allton fully opens his eyes and looks around the room seeing Bill, Vincenzo and Tank peering down at him.*

Lord Allton: UGH! I feel like shit! Must you three leer over me like that? Give me some room!

*Bill helps Lord Allton sit up in bed and the three of them can barely contain their glee. Allton looks around and shakes his head.*

Vincenzo Larossia: Boss! I'm so glad you're back! We thought we lost you...

Lord Allton: Come now Vinnie... it takes more than that to kill me. Where are Dylan, Dave and Lissie?

Vincenzo Larossia: I've rang them. They're on their way. Strangest thing though, yesterday they just up and left – I'll fill you in later.

*Allton nods and about an hour later Dylan, Lissandra and Dave come in. Lissandra rushes over to give Allton a hug.*

Lissandra Thomas: Rob! You're awake!

Lord Allton: And feeling fine as well! Well I hate to break up this family reunion so soon but BUSINESS! Bill... go and get coffee or something.

*Bill nods and leaves the room as we fade out on Lord Allton discussing plans.*

Hood: Great to see Lord Allton up again!

Rockwell: That may not bold well for The Sins of the Fathers later tonight...


Golden Opportunity Climb The Rockies Ladder match
Miss Fury (4-5) vs. PerZag (17-6) vs. Chad Vargas (14-10)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is A Golden Opportunity Climb The Rockies Ladder match!! Introducing first, making their way to the ring... standing 5'10" and weighing 144 lbs... from Toronto, Canada... here is Miss Fury!!

*As "Queen Slayer" begins to play, Miss Fury walks proudly out of the back. She heads straight for the ring, already staring up at the Golden Opportunity case hanging above the ring.*

Rockwell: Miss Fury looked to the legal drugs in Denver in order to try to contact her 'other self', Micheal Graves.

Hood: Yeah, but she's got to be careful about the snacks she picks up in a store like that. Those gummies were surely loaded.

Rockwell: Don't you mean cookies?

Hood: No, gummies... aren't they the same thing? I don't know, the drugs made everything kind of hazy...

Rockwell: ... You didn't take the drugs, remember?

Hood: You sure of that?

Rockwell: ... Fair enough...

Minos: Next, entering the arena... standing 6'4" and weighing 220 lbs... from Knoxville, Tennessee... here is "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas!!

*"Needle and the Spoon" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits, bringing out the Confederate Icon to a large swarm of boos. He flips off a few fans along the way, refusing to shake any hands, although not because he's afraid of COVID. The fans just don't deserve to touch him. He heads into the ring, smirking at the fans for a moment before going in.*

Rockwell: Vargas had an incredible match with Shawn Warstein this past week on Inferno, and now he's got a shot at earning a title opportunity.

Hood: So technically, if Vargas wins tonight, he can immediately demand a rematch with Warstein?

Rockwell: If Warstein retains against Zybala...

Hood: Well, I'd call that a sure thing, so let's book that match now...

Minos: And now, the third participant... standing 6'5" and weighing 216 lbs... from Australia... here is "The 70-Minute Man" PerZag!!

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

Rockwell: Glad PerZag's back after last week's attack, Hood?

Hood: Thank goodness he wasn't hurt! We need PerZag back with the GCWA full-time! And I think a Golden Opportunity would be just the ticket for him!

Rockwell: Well, thankfully he managed to survive the threat of the BOBs and the Chadonites when he was in the Vargas Plaza in Benalla.

Hood: I know they idolized him there enough to dedicate everything to him and his battles, but damn, they went pretty far overboard, didn't they?

Rockwell: I'll say...

Hood: Plus, where's Hoodsville? Why's nothing there symbolizing my long-time friendship with PerZag??

Rockwell: ... I don't know if PerZag would even recognize you on the street, Hood...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: And here we go! All three of these competitors have been looking for a way to break back through lately, and this could easily be their best chance to get there!

Hood: Normally I'd be favoring Vargas, but I've got to root for PerZag here. He's going to climb that ladder perfectly!

Rockwell: Don't leave Miss Fury out of the mix just because of her wild backstory.

Hood: Hey, isn't she wrestling for XWF's Snow Job tonight? How's she managing that?

Rockwell: She has some sort of artifact that will allow her to travel large distances almost instantaneously.

Hood: ... The GCWA used to be so logical and reality-based...

Rockwell: Maybe, but isn't it more fun now?

Hood: Yeah, I guess so...

*PerZag and Vargas walk forward, each looking upwards at the case overhead. It's swaying slightly, but for the most part it's pretty stationary. The two wrestlers turn to each other, ready to fight... and then both look around, suddenly realizing that it's just TWO wrestlers. On the outside, Miss Fury is moving over towards the announce table, smiling at the announcers as she sits down on the table. She looks back at PerZag and Vargas, waving to them to go ahead and fight as she relaxes where she is. PerZag, confused, takes a step in her direction... allowing Vargas to nail him with a double axehandle shot to the back of the head!! PerZag drops to the mat, with Vargas immediately grabbing his legs, working to apply a Figure Four Leglock!! He gets PerZag into it, with PerZag shouting out in pain as Vargas drops back to the mat!*

Rockwell: The Figure Four is on immediately!!

Hood: Oh no!! Quick, Miss Fury, you've got to stop this!

Rockwell: Why should she? You can't win this via submission, and it's clearly to her benefit to have these guys take each other out!

Hood: But... but... damnit, that IS a good strategy...

*Vargas cranks back on the legs, working over PerZag, trying to make sure he won't be climbing any ladders anytime soon. PerZag, though, is still pretty fresh in spite of the submission. He starts rocking back and forth, working to gain momentum, as Vargas tries to block it. But he can't stop Perzag from continuing the motion, something that PerZag has plenty of talent with, and he manages to rock them over, reversing the figure four!! Now it's Vargas yelling out in agony as the pressure has switched to his legs. PerZag hangs on grimly, as Vargas fights quickly to get them over towards the ropes. He grabs hold... but the pain continues, as no referees are getting involved in this one. Vargas, realizing this, yanks on the ropes, managing to drag himself in-between the first and second ropes, dropping his weight out of the ring. PerZag hesitates on his release for a second too long, as he goes sliding after Vargas!! Both men end up outside the ring, breathing heavily from the pain in their extremities.*

Rockwell: So far, both men have gone after the legs, a key component in a ladder match.

Hood: And I think Miss Fury's loving it, as she's making her move!

*As the two wrestlers are working to recover both from the submissions and the fall to the outside, Miss Fury has quickly gotten a ladder and slid it into the ring. She is moving fast, showing her skills with the ladder as she expertly sets it up in the middle of the ring. She starts to climb, looking for the quick victory. However, she stops as she sees PerZag having pulled himself back under the ropes! PerZag gets up, starting towards Miss Fury... who leaps from the ladder, catching PErZag by surprise with a springing DDT!! PerZag rolls away, hurting, as Miss Fury gets up. Behind her, Vargas is returning, pulling himself angrily into the ring. But Miss Fury seems to sense him, spinning around to nail him with a standing dropkick! Vargas falls into the ropes, hanging there, as Miss Fury gets up with a smile on her face.*

Hood: It's easy to discount Miss Fury when you've got two great stars like PerZag and Vargas in there, but she could conceivably be the most dangerous wrestler in this one.

Rockwell: I'll definitely say she's the most unpredictable. With parts of Micheal Graves in her, she's certainly willing to use anything to her advantage to win, including, apparently, a ladder...

*Miss Fury has gone back to the ladder now, clicking it together and lifting it in her arms. She turns and runs forward, smashing Vargas in the head!! Vargas falls through the ropes, once again plummeting to the outside! Miss Fury grins, enjoying the hit she just landed, before turning back to PerZag. She charges at him as well... but PerZag dives forward, coming in under the ladder and hitting Miss Fury's legs... causing her to fall forward, landing on the edge of the ladder!! Miss Fury rolls away, holding her head, as PerZag gets back to his feet. He walks over, kicking the ladder to the side, before picking Miss Fury up and getting her on his shoulder. PerZag then takes a few steps, taking her over with a running powerslam onto the grounded ladder!!! Miss Fury screams out, cursing as she rolls off the ladder, her back nearly broken from the impact!*

Rockwell: That one would break a person in two!!

Hood: Or three or four, depending on where she landed... I mean, are we counting individual vertebrae?

Rockwell: The point is, Miss Fury is hurt!

Hood: And I thought she was just ready for a nap... OF COURSE she's hurt, she got slammed on a ladder by the 70-Minute Man!!

*PerZag is back up now, grabbing at the ladder to get it back upright. He makes sure it's not too bent up, taking it towards the center once again. But suddenly PerZag is down, as Vargas is back, nailing PerZag in the back of the head with a bionic elbow!! As PerZag drops to his knees, Vargas spits on him from behind, telling him that's for mocking me. He then drags PerZag up, double underhooking him before suplexing PerZag over onto the ladder!! PerZag rolls away, as the crowd feels his pain. Vargas, smirking now, turns and leaves the ring, looking around for a second before finding another ladder. He slides it into the ring, but that's still not enough, as he works to get another one inside as well. The fans seem excited as the ladders begin to stack against each other in the ring.*

Rockwell: I guess Vargas feels like one ladder isn't enough.

Hood: Hey, better to be prepared, isn't that what they say in the scouts?

Rockwell: Somehow I doubt Vargas was ever in the Boy Scouts, Hood.

*Vargas spends a few extra seconds outside, getting one more ladder set up across the apron and the barricade. As Vargas then reenters the ring, Miss Fury is suddenly there, attacking him with rights and lefts. Miss Fury then grabs hold of Vargas, giving him a neckbreaker! Vargas looks stunned, as Miss Fury gets to her feet and grabs one of the ladders, moving it to the corner. She leans the ladder against it, smiling sadistically as she heads back to Vargas. She pulls him up, looking to whip Vargas into the ladder, but PerZag is back now, taking Miss Fury down instead with a Russian leg sweep!! As Miss Fury rolls away, out of the ring, Vargas nods to PerZag for the save. But PerZag then grabs Vargas' legs, causing him to drop to his back. PerZag then catapults him upwards, sending Vargas crashing into the ladder in the corner!!!*

Rockwell: Apparently PerZag wanted to do it himself...

Hood: The zealots would be very upset right now if PerZag hadn't destroyed them...

Rockwell: Are you sure they're destroyed? They could be here right now for all we know.

Hood: In Colorado? Just get them some of Fury's drugs, they'll calm right down...

*PerZag admires his handiwork, as Vargas is just hanging in the ladder, not moving from the corner. PerZag turns back, setting up the larger ladder again. He gets it positioned near the hanging case, then reaches down to grab the last ladder, placing it horizontally into the ladder and bracing it on the top rope across the way, creating a platform. He tests it, happy with how strong it feels, before starting to climb up. He gets onto the platform, then starts climbing the rest of the way, admiring the case above him. But Miss Fury has regained her footing on the apron, taking in what's going on. She springs herself up off the ropes, surprising PerZag as she lands behind him on the platform ladder! Before PerZag can turn away, Miss Fury is on him... applying the Black Widow (Octopus Hold)!!!*

Rockwell: She's got PerZag in the Black Widow!!

Hood: Oh no! PerZag!!

Rockwell: It's a very dangerous spot, though. If PerZag passes out, they'll plunge from that ladder!!

*Miss Fury keeps the hold locked in, with PerZag clearly weakening on the ladder. But PerZag decides since he has no other option, he'll jump off the platform ladder... taking both wrestlers crashing down to the mat!!! This breaks the hold, as both wrestlers are knocked senseless! They lay there, trying to recover, as the fans are cheering the action so far. They start to boo, though, as Chad Vargas is suddenly getting himself up and out of the leaning ladder he was thrown into. Vargas lifts the ladder off the corner, turning around and raising it like a battering ram. As Miss Fury tries to get up, Vargas clocks her in the head, sending her flying!! Vargas then turns and throws the ladder down on the prone PerZag, covering him with the ladder!!*

Hood: Damn, Vargas on the warpath!

Rockwell: Sometimes you can't compete against experience, and who knows how many ladder matches Vargas has been a part of...

Hood: Guy probably came out of the womb ready to climb... as well as demand a sandwich from his mom...

*With a smug grin, Vargas is slowly making his way over to the ladder that's been set up under the case. He signals that it's time for his Golden Opportunity, as he cockily begins to climb the ladder. The fans are booing, not big fans of this result, as Vargas gets himself higher up the ladder, working his way to the top... only for his foot to crash through a rung near the end, causing him to fall partially through the ladder!!! Due to its set-up with a platform ladder, the construction doesn't fall, but it leaves Vargas hanging there, yelling out at the agony he must feel, having racked himself through the ladder!!! The fans start chanting "No Chad Babies!" as they seem to be happier with this situation.*

Hood: What the hell happened there?

Rockwell: That rung just failed... almost like it was rigged to give way...

Hood: What the hell? This isn't a Hazardous Ladder match! Damnit, Zybala!

Rockwell: Wait, what...

Hood: Just trust me, it's all Zybala's fault!

*Varga tries to free himself from the ladder, pulling himself painfully up. He's bleeding from one leg where it got scraped up against the ladder. Upset, Vargas climbs around to the other side of the ladder, still wincing from the damage done to him. He gets himself there, taking a moment to recover. He then starts carefully up the rest of the other side, testing the rungs more carefully this time as he goes up. He gets high enough up to so he can reach up towards the Golden Opportunity case, touching it with his fingers... and then Miss Fury is back, punching Vargas in the groin with a Loaded Punch (Brass Knuckles)!!!! Vargas gasps and bends over, badly wounded. Miss Fury takes advantage of his position, getting under Vargas and lifting him up, before dropping him off with Hell Hath No Fury (Fireman's Carry Drop), sending Vargas crashing THROUGH the platformed ladder!!!!*

Fans: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Rockwell: Chad Vargas has been destroyed!!

Hood: I don't think he's going to be rising again anytime soon... possibly in multiple ways after that Loaded Punch!!

*The fans are still buzzing as Miss Fury gets to her feet, having fallen off the ladder herself. She seems pleased with the fallen Vargas, turning back to where PerZag has pushed a ladder off of him and has started to get up. Miss Fury grins behind him, then covers her mouth for a second, possibly preparing for a blast of Poison Mist! But as PerZag gets up, suddenly shielding himself, Miss Fury stops, smiling before nailing PerZag instead with a running knee strike!! PerZag falls into a seated position, with Miss Fury hitting the ropes and coming back with a diving double knee strike into him!!! PerZag collapses to his back, worn out, as Miss Fury gets back to her feet. She taunts PerZag for a moment about his 'friendship' with the female Graves, before laughing.*

Rockwell: Miss Fury showing no interest in being friends with PerZag unless he's willing to join BOB!

Hood: PerZag will never become Bob! He'll always be PerZag!

Rockwell: Being PerZag might not be enough tonight...

Hood: Blasphemy!

*Miss Fury considers making the climb for the case, but she doesn't seem to be finished with PerZag yet. She pulls him up, immediately raking across his face with her nails, trying to scar him!! PerZag stumbles away, trying to protect his face, as he falls against the ropes. Miss Fury follows him, landing a couple more kicks before looking to finish things, telling PerZag that it's time to submit to BOB! She swings around him, once again going for the Black Widow submission!! However, PerZag blocks it part of the way around, lifting Miss Fury upwards instead as if for the start of the Worthiest Move of All (Powerbomb into Double Knee Backbreaker)!!! But instead of dropping, PerZag turns and launches Miss Fury over the ropes instead... sending her back-first through the ladder Vargas set up outside earlier!!! Miss Fury falls through the ladder, crashing to the ground outside, as the crowd loses its mind!*

Fans: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Rockwell: Jesus!! What a plunge!!

Hood: I'm betting even Micheal Graves felt that one!

*Miss Fury is down now, unable to rise up from such a dramatic drop. Vargas, too, is still laying in the debris, showing no sign of recovery. PerZag stumbles away from the ropes, looking upwards at the clear path open to him. He gets the ladder from off the ground, the only one still in working condition, and kicks some debris out of the way before setting it up. He starts to climb up, as the crowd cheers him on, at least the women in attendance. PerZag manages to get up the ladder, reaching out his hand... and since no one can stop him, PerZag grabs the case, yanking it off its hook and causing the bell to sound!*

Minos: Here is your winner, and the new holder of a Golden Opportunity... "The 70-Minute Man" PerZag!!

Hood: Yes!! What a perfect result to get us started!!!

Rockwell: PerZag gets one of his biggest wins in the GCWA, and now will have the ability to challenge any title holder besides the World Champion!

Hood: I'll be honest, I got really worried for a minute there that Miss Fury was going to take it...

Rockwell: She almost did. If she had gotten that Black Widow locked in, Miss Fury might not only have been victorious, but might have had a new BOB convert...

Hood: Thank God BobZeg won't be a thing...

Rockwell: At least not tonight, Hood...

*PerZag painfully comes back down the ladder, even as a few medics enter the ring to check on both him and Vargas. Another one is outside, checking on Miss Fury... who spits Poison Mist in his face, causing him to collapse to the side, screaming!!! Miss Fury sits up, showing her resilency, although she seems a little surprised that it wasn't a wrestler she blasted. We cut away.*



*In the backstage area, The Big Bifford is standing around with Carmichael the Genie and another man. They are talking and acting naturally as the camera pans in.*

The Big Bifford: Marcello, I know you're one of the finest clothing designers in all of America.. Tonight I have a very important task - I'm the special guest referee for the main event between Mack O'Betsy and Granger McConnor.

Carmichael: Those aren't their names... Mack O'Connor and Betsy Granger.

The Big Bifford: Nobody cares. It's important because it's for the OCW Title, not because it's those two.

Carmichael: This is GCWA.

The Big Bifford: Oh I love GCWA.

Marcello: Uh...

The Big Bifford: Oh, you're still here. Hi. I have a situation. I've kinda put on a few pounds with THE RONA stress and all.. So I'm going to need you to make me a new shirt.

Marcello: Sir.. It cannot be done.

The Big Bifford: Listen.. I understand you want money, and though I'm on a tight budget and have a very fixed income, I'm very willing to pay you fairly.

Carmichael: Hey Biff, didn't you get $600 million dollars in your divorce settlement back in the day?

Bifford (hissing): SHUT UP!

Marcello: No, it's all very nice and all that you want to pay me.. meagerly.. for my work. But there's not enough time to do a shirt.. We have, however, other options.. which we could do in the referee shirt-material..

The Big Bifford: Such as?

Marcello: We could do a poncho, a moomoo, a cape, a jumpsuit, a unisheet, a Muslim bodyroll, or an academic or judicial robe..

The Big Bifford: I don't want to look like a weirdo... I'll just go with the moomoo.

*Carmichael presses his palm to his face as the other gentleman (apparently Marcello the Designer) begins measuring Bifford.*


GCWA World Television Title Match
Enforcer(c) (13-9) vs. Alessandro Quagliaterre (3-0)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the GCWA World Television Championship! First, introducing the challenger...

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

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rockwell: Alessandro has been skyrocketing upwards since he first appeared in the GCWA at the beginning of this year. Now, he's got a chance to earn his first gold.

Hood: I suppose he earned it due to beating Dex Griffin, but man, I'd rather it have been Griffin. His name's so much easier...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 275 lbs... from Brooklyn, New York... accompanied by Justice Cross... here is the GCWA World Television Champion, The Enforcer!!

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

Hood: Now there's an entrance for you!

Rockwell: You mean because it's shorter?

Hood: Old-school, too! Love it!

Rockwell: Enforcer's looking to prove tonight he really is the greatest Television Champion in the GCWA's history, a fact that Alessandro disputes.

Hood: I'm kind of rooting for Enforcer on this one, as he's a three-time champion, and it's time to show the world once again how great he is!

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: Well, I can attest that I can now pronounce the name of both competitors in this match.

Rockwell: That's good, because Alessandro Quagliaterre was pretty upset with you.

Hood: That name is just "Too Much".

Rockwell: Well, just watch yourself around him tonight.

Hood: Oh, I'll be on my "worst behavior".

*Enforcer and AQ meet in the middle with a big collar and elbow lock up. Enforcer being the slightly larger man begins shoving AQ back into the corner, but at the last second AQ counters spinning Enforcer around and shoving him into the corner. AQ breaks the lock up and steps back cleanly. Enforcer steps right out and the two men lock up again.*

*AQ seems to have the advantage this time as he backs Enforcer into the corner. At the last minute though Enforcer grabs AQ's hair spinning him around and backing him into the corner. The two men break the lock up, but Enforcer gives a hard shove to AQ's chest as he backs up. AQ steps out and slaps Enforcer across the face. Enforcer responds with a right hand. AQ and Enforcer then begins to trade right hands.*

Rockwell: Well, it didn't take long for this to break down into a brawl.

Hood: This match went from 0 to 100, real quick.

*AQ takes the advantage driving Enforcer back into the ropes and then grabs Enforcer and shoots him across the ring. AQ charges at Enforcer as he comes off the ropes and hits him with a jumping Thesz Press followed by punches. AQ jumps to his feet as the ref reaches his warning count. AQ runs to the ropes and comes back with an elbow drop but Enforcer rolls out of the way. Enforcer rolls to his feet and goes for an elbow drop of his own but AQ moves as well.*

*AQ grabs an arm bar on Enforcer as Enforcer is getting up. AQ cranks on the elbow, and Enforcer winces in pain as he gets to his feet. Enforcer tries to reverse the hold but AQ thwarts his efforts every time. Enforcer finally fires a forearm to the jaw of AQ and then follows up with shooting AQ off into the ropes. Enforcer goes for a back drop and AQ hits him with a sun set flip for a pin.*

One...

Two...

Kickout.

Rockwell: Great back and forth action here from two good sized men.

Hood: AQ is going to be pulling out all the stops tonight because he'll only get "one dance" with the Television champion.

*AQ and Enforcer roll to their feet after Enforcer kicked out. As they come up AQ lands a hard chop across the chest of Enforcer. Enforcer stiffens up, but look angrier than hurt. Enforcer fires back with a chop of his own that echoes through the arena. AQ winces in pain, but also shows signs of rage and fires back with a chop of his own again. Enforcer registers the chop but then fires back with another of his own across the chest of AQ. AQ takes a step back and grits his teeth and then fires back a chop of his own. AQ screams at Enforcer to fire back, and as Enforcer goes to fire a chop back he raises his arm up and chops AQ in the throat. AQ grabs his throat and staggers back into the corner.*

Rockwell: Oh, what a cheap shot by Enforcer.

Hood: That chop caught AQ right in the throat, and he probably thinks Enforcer is "doing it wrong".

*Enforcer grabs AQ and shoots him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. Enforcer follows in going for a clothesline in the corner, but AQ gets a boot up catching Enforcer in the face. Enforcer staggers backwards and AQ charges out of the corner with a big lariat that drops Enforcer. AQ pops up and starts dabbing to the crowd. Justice starts yelling at AQ from the outside and AQ looks at her and dabs in her face. AQ flashes a cocky smile at Justice and turns around right into a spear from Enforcer.*

Rockwell: Justice Cross distracted AQ long enough for Enforcer to get back up and take advantage of the distraction.

Hood: I bet Enforcer thinks that when it comes to managers Justice Orton is the "best I ever had".

*Enforcer pulls himself up still shaking off the effects of that lariat. AQ has rolled up to a sitting position holding his midsection from the spear. Enforcer turns taking a few quick steps and plants a kick in the middle of AQ's back. AQ's elbow shoot back as he arches in pain. Enforcer acts quickly and drops an elbow into the trap of AQ. Enforcer follows up the elbow with a hard cross face right into a chin lock that pulls AQ to the mat. AQ is able to roll to his side to avoid a pin attempt, but Enforcer has the chin lock on tight and begins squeezing hard to wear AQ down.*

Rockwell: The massive arms of the Television champion are squeezing like a vice on the chin of AQ.

Hood: It won't take Enforcer "forever" to squeeze the life out of AQ.

*AQ is able to roll to a seated position and then begins to work his way up to his feet as the crowd gets behind him and starts cheering. AQ gets to his feet and fires an elbow into the stomach of Enforcer loosening his grip. Two more elbows from AQ and the hold is broken. AQ charges into the ropes and as he comes back Enforcer goes for a clothesline but AQ ducks under and charges into the other ropes and comes off with a jumping Thesz Press. Enforcer uses his impressive size and strength though, catching AQ in mid air and launching AQ over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Enforcer quickly jumps on AQ for a pin.*

One...

Two...

Kickout.

Rockwell: Incredible strength shown there by the Television champion, and incredible resilience shown by the challenger to kick out.

Hood: How many more times can AQ kick out of a big move like that? AQ has got to know "when to say when".

*Enforcer grabs AQ pulling him up to a seated position and then fires another hard cross face across the jaw of AQ and grabs him in another hard chin clock. AQ immediately starts trying to fight out of it, grabbing Enforcers arm and rolling out of it into a hammerlock. Enforcer gets to his feet quickly and fires a back elbow to the side of AQ's head breaking the hold.*

*Enforcer scoops down and lifts AQ up in a standing firemans carry. AQ starts fighting back though with combination knee and elbow strikes to the sides of Enforcers head. AQ is able to free himself dropping down behind Enforcer and shoving Enforcer hard into the ropes. AQ catches him in an scoop slam attempt, but Enforcer is able to slide down behind AQ and shove AQ in the back into the ropes. AQ hits the ropes and comes back with a clothesline, but Enforcer was going for a clothesline of his own. Both men connect with clotheslines and both men go down hard in the middle of the ring.*

Rockwell: BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! A pair of hard clotheslines right there.

Hood: Right now with this slight break in the action is a great time to tell you all about the new GCWA Hotline, only ninety-nine cents a minute, kids get your parents permission before calling the GCWA Hotline at 900-909-9900.

Rockwell: What are you talking about, we don't have a hotline.

Hood: We do now, I'm trying to get on that "Hotline Bling".

Rockwell: Do you have a brain tumor or something?

Hood: Stop trying to get "In My Feelings".

*Both Enforcer and AQ start getting to their feet and Enforcer strikes first with a big right hook but AQ ducks and lands a right of his own. Enforcer staggers and goes for another one, but AQ blocks it and lands another shot. Twice more Enforcer throws rights that are blocked with AQ returning rights of his own. AQ takes over now and hammers right hands to the jaw of Enforcer driving him back to the ropes.*

*AQ grabs Enforcer and shoots him off the ropes. As Enforcer comes off AQ charges and catches Enforcer with a bicycle kick. Enforcer goes down but quickly gets back to his feet only to be met with a high knee from AQ. AQ starts punching his head, to psyche himself up before hitting Zidane Headbutt. Enforcer staggers to his feet and AQ charges going for the Zidane Headbutt, but Enforcer sidesteps and grabs AQ by the back of the head throwing him over the top rope to the outside.*

Rockwell: OH MY! AQ was on a roll but just took a big spill to the outside.

Hood: AQ beating Enforcer must not be "God's Plan".

*AQ slowly begins to pull himself up using the security railing, and Enforcer draws the attention of the Referee allowing Justice Orton to punt AQ right in the face knocking him to the ground. The Referee turns and sees AQ down and starts his count.*

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

6...

7....

8...

9...

Rockwell: AQ SLIDES IN AT THE COUNT OF TEN!

Hood: AQ saved himself "From Time" as the count was about to hit ten.

*Enforcer looks furious as he grabs AQ by the head and begins picking him up, but AQ was playing opossum and throws Enforcers hands off of him and headbutts Enforcer in the face. Enforcer grabs his face and AQ scoops him up on this his shoulder and hits him with "Bedtime" (Go To Sleep). AQ drops on top of Enforcer and hooks the leg for the pin.*

One...

Two...

Three...

Minos: Here is your winner, and the NEW GCWA World Television Champion... Alesanndro Quagliaterre!!

Rockwell: Alessandro Quagliaterre did it, he just beat Enforcer!

Hood: AQ "Started from the bottom, now he's here".

Rockwell: You can stop with the in-jokes, Hood. What matters here is that Alessandro Quagliaterre is now a champion in the GCWA!

Hood: Too bad, but Enforcer's good at coming back and winning the belt, so I expect he'll be a four-time champion very soon...



*The camera zooms around the arena before focusing on a family in the front row. It focuses on the twin brothers of the family who wave and taunt into the camera.*

Hood: Oh shit... I forgot, we're in Denver aren't we?

Rockwell: Yes, why?

Hood: Those two there... Former OCW Tag Team Champions, the Dravers Boys – Nathan and Jonathan Dravers.

*The GCWA crowd cheers the former fan favourites – or at least those that remember the twins' time in OCW.*

Rockwell: Ah! I heard a lot of good things about the twins. It looks and sounds as though they are hometown heroes tonight! Listen to that!

Hood: Pfft. I see they still haven't got normal hair colors.

*Jonathan who has bright red hair and Nathan who has deep pink hair continue to cheer and wave into the camera.*

Nathan Dravers: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooo GCWA baby!

Jonathan Dravers: It's good to be back!

Hood: You're in the crowd!

Rockwell: Ah Hood, leave them alone. And look their little sister is also with them...

*The camera focuses on a little blonde girl eating an ice cream who sheepishly waves into the camera before Nathan lifts his sister Alex up onto his shoulders.*

Hood: Alex Dravers. She was a huge fan of Alice Knight.

Rockwell: She obviously has taste!

Hood: Pfft...

Rockwell: ...And before we get a law suit because Hood was being rude to a little girl, let's take it to the next match! We hope the Dravers family enjoys their evening!

*The camera pans away from the waving Dravers clan as we go to our next match.*


Golden Opportunity Bucking Broncos Street Fight match
The Big Bifford (45-17-2) vs. Crash Rodriguez (4-5-1) vs. E.W. Montgomery (7-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is a Golden Opportunity Bucking Broncos Street Fight match!! First, entering the arena... standing 6'4" and weighing 411 lbs... from Phoenix, Arizona... a former two-time GCWA World Heavyweight Champion and a GCWA Hall of Famer... here is The Big Bifford!!

*"Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio begins to play, bringing out the Big Bifford from the back. He's donned in his MAGICAL FLEECE as he walks down the aisle, ready to lay out his opponents so he can concentrate on the main event and his responsibilities there.*

Rockwell: The Big Bifford took Carmichael and the rest of his dwindling crew to the Stanley Hotel, better known by fans as the haunted location of the movie, The Shining.

Hood: He also lost Martin again. Ka'Berryon this time, not Martin the Chef...

Rockwell: That ninja is really removing all of The Big Bifford's allies, which you'd have to think is affecting him, considering his loss to Xavier Lux last Inferno.

Hood: I'd also say some blame hangs on that referee, whoever he worked for...

Minos: Entering next... standing 6'5" and weighing 337 lbs... from El Dorado, Arkansas... accompanied by Christopher J. Wrigley... here is E.W. Montgomery!!

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

Rockwell: Something strange happened with Wrigley this week...

Hood: Stranger than him finally being found, after apparently spending a month and a half in a hotel room?

Rockwell: I'd say yes, even stranger than that... although I guess we don't know for sure...

Hood: I'm just glad Montgomery won't be thrown in jail for killing him. Turns out he didn't actually slaughter the man after he lost the World Television Title...

*Montgomery has already walked up towards The Big Bifford, studying him throw squinting eyes. It's not often that Montgomery's not the biggest man in the match. Bifford sizes him up as well, possibly wondering how many sandwiches he could get from him, as attention turns to Minos once again.*

Minos: Finally... standing 5'11" and weighing 207 lbs... from Kansas City, Missouri... here is Crash Rodriguez!!

*As the opening riff of "21st Century Schizoid Man" fills the arena, Crash Rodriguez, wearing a crown of barbed wire, comes out onto the stage. This time, though, he's not alone, as he's got a cow following him on a makeshift rope leash. The two stop on the stage, with Crash scratching under the cow's neck and getting a "Mooo" in return.*

Hood: I can't believe Crash chose that cow over his long-time ally, Lou Pohl...

Rockwell: The man has a lot of love for Daniel, Hood... admittedly, it's a unique relationship...

Hood: Unique? I'll say so! The guy thinks Daniel, the cow, is a better tag-team partner than the man he won the Tag Titles with, Jace "The Reaper" Savage!

Rockwell: Well, remember how that partnership ended...

Hood: As if the ending to this one can by anything other than hamburgers...

*As Crash and Daniel stay on the stage, with Rodriguez talking to the cow, The Big Bifford turns their direction, looking a little hungrily towards the animal. Montgomery, seeing an opening, slugs Bifford in the side of the head, staggering him! Montgomery then swings away, landing any hits he can while he works to keep Bifford in range. He takes Bifford towards the ropes, striking away, trying to knock him out of the ring! But Bifford blocks a Montgomery charge, lowering his shoulder and managing to send Montgomery toppling overhead!! But Montgomery catches himself partially on the apron before dropping to the floor, avoiding the worst of the damage. He grabs at Bifford's legs, tugging them backwards, causing Bifford to fall to the mat! Montgomery then works to drag Bifford out, as the ref shrugs his shoulders and signals for the bell!*

Rockwell: Montgomery couldn't wait to get started!

Hood: He's had that Golden Opportunity before, and it's worked for him. He'd love to get it again!

Rockwell: Plus, he's caught Crash away from the ring, out of the way. That's a winning formula in a Triple Threat style match, even if it won't last...

*Montgomery manages to bang The Big Bifford's head off the apron, staggering the giant wrestler, but that's not enough, as Montgomery slams him into it two more times, leaving Bifford dazed. Montgomery then starts looking around for a weapon to use against him, reaching under the ring. He starts to pull out a ladder, possibly left over from the match earlier, when Rodriguez comes running in, smashing Montgomery in the head with a loud "clang"!!! Montgomery falls to the side, knocked senselss, as Rodriguez turns and greets the recovering Bifford with another big shot, sending Bifford reeling!! The fans are excited at the hits as Rodriguez raises the weapon over his head, showing the dents now appearing in the brass.*

Hood: Is that... a cowbell??

Rockwell: Probably taken from Daniel, as he left the cow up near the stage...

Hood: This match is already starting to be crazier than expected...

*Rodriguez smiles at the cow bell in his hands, apparently pleased with the contribution of his 'partner'. He blasts Bifford again with it, dropping Bifford to his knees. Rodriguez, looking down on Bifford, looks ready to end it here, as he raises the bell high over his head, preparing for another shot. But Montgomery is back, nailing Rodriguez with a running shoulder, sending him crashing into the barricade nearby!! Rodriguez hangs on the barricade, stunned, as Montgomery staggers over to him, his head likely hurting. Most of the fans respectfully back off from the two wrestlers, but one is staying close, cheering them on, wanting to see more violence. Montgomery nods to the man... then grabs him by the head, while getting Rodriguez with his other hand. Before the startled fan can do anything, Montgomery sends their noggins together!! Rodriguez stumbles away, while the fan collapses, probably knocked out! Without looking back, Montgomery goes back after Rodriguez.*

Rockwell: There's a new lawsuit on its way...

Hood: Hey, Montgomery did say that the use of fans was perfectly legal in a street fight...

Rockwell: GCWA-legal, yes. Legal in the sense of assault? I'm thinking this one could be a problem...

*Other fans are making sure to keep their distance, so they're not used as a weapon. Montgomery, meanwhile, has a hold of Rodriguez now, locking him into a sleeper hold from behind! Rodriguez fights against it, as Montgomery works to tighten his grip. Behind him, though, a large shadow rises up, with something over his head. It's The Big Bifford, smashing down onto Montgomery's back with what appears to be a typewriter!!!! It hits hard enough to send letters flying away from the keyboard, dropping Montgomery to the ground. Rodriguez takes a second to get his breath back, which proves to be a mistake, as Bifford next smashes him, ruining the typewriter but sending Rodriguez flying!! With the typewriter crumbling in his arms, Bifford casts it away, wiping off some extra ink that came from the damaged weapon.*

Hood: Wait, where did that typewriter come from??

Rockwell: Maybe the Stanley Hotel sent a spiritual phantom along to give Bifford an advantage...

Hood: Or maybe Carmichael is hiding somewhere in the crowd...

Rockwell: That, too, is also possible...

*With the typewriter basically dismantled, The Big Bifford goes back to his favorite weapons, slugging away at Rodriguez. He then grabs Rodriguez by the throat, taking advantage of the lack of rules to choke Rodriguez out! As Montgomery starts to get up nearby, recovering, Bifford grabs him with his other hand, choking him as well!! Both wrestlers struggle against The Big Bifford's firm grip, losing oxygen to the chokes. But they both instinctively join together at the same time, both kicking Bifford in his ample gut to break free! The two men then continue to team up, holding onto Bifford's head and staring at each other for a moment before dropping Bifford to the ground with a double DDT!! Bifford's down, as Montgomery and Rodriguez both work to get back up. Montgomery wins the race, as he immediately turns and nails Rodriguez with the Kali-Ma (Heart Punch) in the side, sending him flying!!*

Hood: That was a short-lived partnership...

Rockwell: Yeah, I wouldn't expect these guys to align up very often.

Hood: Well, definitely not Crash, his partner's the cow...

*The battle is slowly moving up the aisle at this point, getting further from the ring. The referee is keeping his distance, a very smart decision. The fans also quickly back off as Montgomery reaches over the railing, grabbing one of their collectible chairs and bringing it over. As Bifford starts to get up, Montgomery brings the chair down onto his back, causing Bifford to cringe, staggering away. Montgomery follows, hitting Bifford again, trying to do more damage. Bifford still won't go down, but he's obviously hurting as Montgomery rears back for a third shot... and Rodriguez grabs the chair from behind, yanking it away from Montgomery! As a startled Montgomery turns, Rodriguez rams the chair into Montgomery's ribs, bending him over. Rodriguez then drops the chair onto the ground and grabs Montgomery by the head... giving him a facebuster onto the chair!!!*

Rockwell: Rodriguez showing that he's still willing to get as violent and hardcore as necessary!

Hood: He'd better watch out, a move like that might have been able to fix Montgomery's vision, an unforeseen side-effect...

Rockwell: I'm going to go out on a limb and say that it didn't help, Hood...

*As Montgomery rolls away, Rodriguez gets to his feet, picking up the now bent-up chair. He turns and raises it towards Bifford, but Bifford staggers away up the aisle, getting out of range. Rodriguez follows, wanting to dent Bifford's head in the worst way. Bifford makes it to the ramp, turning back and raising a painful finger towards Rodriguez. He points upwards at where Daniel the cow is still quietly standing, not seeming to care about whatever's going on. Bifford seems to be asking if Rodriguez should be doing such violence in front of Daniel. Rodriguez thinks it over for a second, but he knows that Daniel would be fine with it, so he lifts the chair up. But Bifford has taken advantage of the break to pull something out of his pocket, throwing the ingredient into Rodriguez's face, causing a scream as Rodriguez staggers away!!*

Rockwell: What was that??

Hood: I think it might have been the special sauce from the chicken sandwiches!

Rockwell: Do those sandwiches even have special sauce?

Hood: I'd rather it be that than some other 'sauce' Bifford just had with him...

Rockwell: Right, right, makes sense...

*Blinded, Rodriguez has no defense as Bifford comes in, grabbing him by the head and positioning him on the ramp. Bifford looks back at the disinterested cow, thinking about all he can do to Daniel, and how enjoyable it would be since the name can be shortened to "Dan". Bifford then drops Rodriguez on the ramp with a double arm DDT!!! Rodriguez may be out, as Bifford makes the very first cover of the street fight. The referee, still saying far back, starts to slap the ground... 1... 2... and E.W. Montgomery comes running in, kicking Bifford right in the side of the head!!! Bifford falls to the side, his eyes glazed over from the kick! Montgomery, limping slightly due to the kick having hurt him as well, stumbles over to the dazed Rodriguez, pulling him up only to immediately take him over into the Razorback-Breaker (Backbreaker stretch)!!!*

Rockwell: Can E.W. make Crash tap out??

Hood: With the ultimate insult, doing it in front of Daniel!

Rockwell: Not that he cares. That cow's probably just wondering when it gets to eat next...

Hood: Why not say "she", Adrian? Aren't all cows female?

Rockwell: Just like Crash, we're going to be gender neutral here to avoid any protests...

*The ref is still keeping some distance from everyone, but he keeps a close eye on Rodriguez's hands to see if he gives up. Rodriguez, though, fights through the pain, reaching up and managing to get one hand across Montgomery's face, going for his eyes! Montgomery immediately pulls away, avoiding any major damage as he pushes Rodriguez off of him. Rodriguez rolls down the ramp, trying to recover. Montgomery clears his vision, then gets up, starting towards Rodriguez... but Bifford comes back into it, carrying a massive section of barricade railing!!! Montgomery tries to retreat, but he slips on the ramp enough that he can't dodge, as Bifford slams into him with the railing!! Bifford hits him again, knocking him up the ramp, as the crowd cheers wildly!*

Rockwell: You don't normally see a whole railing used like that!

Hood: Bifford is one of a kind. I think he's not playing around now...

Rockwell: I'm a little concerned they're getting closer to that cow!

*Daniel is still standing off to the left side, unconcerned, even as the fighting has gotten closer to it. Montgomery staggers past it, trying to recover, but Bifford still has the railing, bringing it up and slamming it down onto Montgomery, shattering a few rails and causing the railing to get stuck around Montgomery!! Montgomery falls to the side, hurting, as Bifford turns towards the cow, considering it, either as a weapon or as a special patty addition for his restaurant. Or maybe as a friend, you never know with Bifford. Either way, Rodriguez stops him, swinging away with a metal rod to Bifford's back!! Bifford staggers away, near the edge, as Rodriguez rears back to swing again, yelling about staying away from Dennis!*

Hood: Where did he get that??

Rockwell: I think he might have pried it off the set design somehow...

Hood: Leave it to Crash to know where the hidden bonus weapons are...

*As Bifford slumps to the side, dazed, Rodriguez tosses the metal rod to the side. He nods to Daniel, who at least acknowledges him with a "moo". Rodriguez then goes and grabs Bifford by the head, looking downwards off the stage where a set of tables are set up, posssibly in reserve for the Buffalo Tables match later tonight. Rodriguez turns Bifford that direction, signaling for the Crash Report (Avalanche DDT)!!! He yanks Bifford to the edge, leaping off... and Bifford holds Rodriguez up for a couple of seconds, refusing to take the plunge! Instead, Bifford pulls Rodriguez closer to him, and even as Montgomery tries to grab both men's legs, Bifford leaps off with Rodriguez underneath him... with the two men going through the tables!!!*

Rockwell: Oh sweet Jesus!!

Hood: Oh hamburger!!

Rockwell: Are either of them moving??

Hood: After that??

*Wrigley is working on Montgomery now, trying to get him free of the railing around him. The two men work together to pull it off, with Montgomery holding his arm painfully. He nods to Wrigley and starts to go down the stage, heading for where the bodies are. As he comes around, though, he sees the referee in position there, doing a count... 1... 2... Montgomery tries to push through the debris to stop him, but he can't make it... 3!!!!*

Rockwell: It's over!

Hood: I can't see, but I can guess...

*Montgomery angrily hits the side of the stage, even as Minos comes down and gets the official report.*

Minos: Here is your winner, and the new holder of a Golden Opportunity... The Big Bifford!!

Rockwell: So Bifford ended up on top!

Hood: Man, I hope it was only an arm or something. Crash really took a fall there...

Rockwell: All three men fought like hell in this one, but Bifford ended up literally landing on top.

Hood: He gonna be in any shape to be the Special Enforcer later on?

Rockwell: I mean, he's got over an hour to recover, and it looks like his 'cushioning' might have saved him...

*The fans are cheering as The Big Bifford is already working his way to his feet, holding his side painfully but otherwise looking like he's okay. The medics are checking on Rodriguez, who is already trying to push them away, calling out for Daniel. Montgomery and Wrigley are slowly walking away, disappointed.*



Present Day, Adrenaline Rush Pay-Per-View, A-List locker room.

*Dave and Dylan are sparring, getting ready for their match later in the night, Vincenzo and Tank are in the back of the room playing cards and Lord Allton, still in his MANUAL wheelchair is sat near the sofa that Lissandra is currently sat on, watching her man, talking to her.*

Lord Allton: I'm sorry about the last Inferno, Lissie. We should have all gone together and maybe then you wouldn't have been kidnapped by the Malvados. I made the boys give chase of course.

*Lissandra shakes her head with a smile.*

Lissandra Thomas: Don't worry, I'm fine. You're fine. We're all OK.

Lord Allton: So a hit? You had a hit placed on you?!

Lissandra Thomas: That's right...

Lord Allton: Well I'm glad you're OK.

*Lord Allton turns his attention to the camera as everyone stops what they are doing and crowds around him all staring into the camera.*

Lord Allton: Sins of the Fathers...Malvado brothers... you have no idea what you have brought upon yourselves. This is no longer about the A-List being the Elitist assholes that we are. This is war. I'm not from the comfortable Hollywood Hills. Where I'm from in England? There are times when you're scared to walk the streets at night, but for me it's home. Tonight, Dylan Thomas and David Branson rip away the tag team titles from your shoulders and bring them home, where they rightfully belong with the A-List. But Malvado Brothers! I want you two at Dystopia 19! My Family vs you. And then Malvados, you will return what you STOLE FROM ME! That wheelchair is over £2000! And you stole the wheels! And as for Dystopia 18... the next Dystopia coming up? Well we'll see what happens...

Dylan Thomas: Sins.... what's to be said that hasn't been already? The A-List is back to full strength and the Big Guy and I are gonna look awesome as tag team champions!

*A sinister smile creeps up onto Lord Allton's face while Dave nods, bashing his fist into his palm, saying nothing and Lissandra kisses Dylan on the cheek. As we cut away, fading to black, the camera glitches a little and PennyLord's face superimposes over Allton's for a split second before we fade completely.*

Hood: I'm glad that Lord Allton is back and feeling better and I can't wait for the A-List to win later tonight!

Rockwell: It's going to be a great match Hood, but did you see that?

Hood: See what?

Rockwell: That – I never mind.

Hood: You seeing ghosts again?

Rockwell: That's you...

Hood: ... More action!

Rockwell: On that, we can agree!


GCWA World Tag-Team Titles match
The Sins of the Fathers (Marcus Ka'Derrion & Xavier Lux)(c) (8-3) vs. The A-List (Dave Branson & Dylan Thomas) (2-1)

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

*'Fozzy's Watch Me Shine' hits the speakers and through the curtain step Dylan and Lissandra Thomas hand in hand, with Dave Branson a few steps behind, looking as emotionless as ever. Lissandra lets go of Dylan's hand briefly, just as they reach the top of the ramp. At the top of the ramp, Dylan and Dave stand either side of Lissandra who places each hand on her men's shoulders. Dylan and Lissandra are all smiles. Dave meanwhile is concentrating on the job at hand.*

Minos: Weighing a combined 525 lbs... accompanied by Lissandra Thomas... here are Dave Branson & Dylan Thomas... The A-List!!

*After a few moments, husband and wife once again link hands and the three make their way down the ramp. At the ring, Dave goes ahead of Dylan and Lissandra and climbs through. Dylan meanwhile, lifts Lissandra onto the apron, before climbing up himself. He then holds the ropes open for her by sitting on them. As she climbs through, Lissandra plants a kiss on Dylan's lips. Dylan then climbs up onto the nearest turnbuckle shouting to the people as the boos pour in and Lissandra shows off both Dylan and Dave, applauding. Dylan then climbs down and walks his wife over to the nearest side so that she may exit. Both Dylan and Dave hold open the ropes, Lissandra climbs out and the boys look at the entrance way.*

Hood: Thank God Dave did his job and protected Dylan & Lissandra this week.

Rockwell: It's crazy that they had a hit put out on them...

Hood: Yeah, and from a reporter, too! That damn Shaun... you can't trust any reporters, we should lock them all up...

Rockwell: Are you saying that because you want Jones put in prison?

Hood: Actually, I hadn't thought about that... but yes...

*The song "Do Your Worst" by Rival Sons begins to play, causing the fans to turn towards the entrance. "Sins of the Fathers" is displayed on the big screen and the crowd, who by now has gotten to their feet, cheer loudly as Paco "The Drinking Time Bomb" Perez comes out carrying the World Heavyweight Tag Team championships over each one of his shoulders. He stands right at the top of the entrance with a smile on his face, and then Marcus Ka'Derrion and Xavier Lux come out causing the crowd to cheer even louder. They stand at each side of Paco and then he drapes a title over each one of their shoulder and makes his way down the ramp. They do their usual side fist bump to each other and then follow suit. *

Minos: And their opponents, being lead to the ring by their manager Paco "The Drinking Time Bomb" Perez, at a total combined weight of 445lbs... They are the tag team champions of the world!! "Venom" Xavier Lux and GCWA Hall of Famer, "The Prince of Pain" Marcus Ka'Derrion... Sins of the Fathers!!!

*Their video package plays on the big screen, showing highlights of their two title victories. Once they hit the ring, they each climb a corner and raise their titles proudly as Paco claps from ringside. He then looks around at the fans, seeing who's got a free beer for him. The Champs hop down, hand the titles to the ref and get ready for their match.*

Rockwell: Paco's training this week nearly killed off two sets of Tag Champs...

Hood: Do we even know if the Malvado's got out?

Rockwell: I think I heard they did... rumor has it they're wrestling next week...

Hood: Damn. Well, either way, I'm glad Marcus & Xavier survived, so that The A-List can win the belts here tonight!

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: I cannot wait for this match, the A-List are finally going to get the tag team titles.

Rockwell: That is a possibility, but they have a very tough task in defeating Sins of the Father to do it.

Hood: I've got it on good authority that the A-List has this one in the bag.

Rockwell: Quote your sources.

Hood: I plead the fifth.

*Dylan Thomas and Marcus Ka'Derrion start the match, circling one another. They lock up and Marcus takes control by snatching a headlock. Thomas grabs a waist lock and runs Marcus into the ropes and shoots Marcus off. Marcus comes back with a big shoulder tackle taking Thomas down. Marcus hits the ropes and Thomas floats over on his belly, but Marcus hops over him and hits the ropes. Thomas jumps to his feet and goes for a hip toss Marcus, but Marcus flips all the way though landing on his feet and counters right into an arm drag on Thomas.*

*Thomas rolls to his feet and charges right into a hip toss from Marcus. Thomas rolls to his feet once again but is caught with a headlock takeover from Marcus. Marcus gets a quick 1 count, but Thomas gets his arm up. Thomas rolls up to his knees and starts rolling up to his knees and then works to his feet. Thomas grabs Marcus's arm and spins into a top wrist lock on Marcus. Thomas sweeps Marcus's leg and takes him down to his back, but Marcus kips up and counters with an arm drag out of the top wrist lock.*

*Thomas gets to his feet and goes for a headlock takeover of his on the charging Marcus, but Marcus stops short and Thomas falls flat on his face. Marcus then rolls Marcus up in an Oklahoma roll for a pin attempt. *

One...

Two...

Kickout.

Rockwell: Marcus Ka'Derrion almost made quick work of Dylan Thomas.

Hood: He was pulling Thomas' tights.

Rockwell: It's going to be a long night.

*Thomas shakes his head at Marcus and turns and tags in the big man Dave Branson. Marcus smiles and turns and tags in Xavier Lux. Lux jumps in and wastes no time and charges in nailing Branson with a right hand. Branson and Lux begin trading rights and lefts. Branson finally uses his strength and shoves Lux into the corner. Branson charges in but Lux moves and Branson runs chest first into the turnbuckle. Branson staggers back and Lux hooks him for a back suplex, but Branson drives his elbow down into the back of Lux head.*

*Lux staggers back holding his head and Branson charges, but Lux side steps and drops Branson with a drop toe hold. Lux spins around and grabs a front facelock on Branson. Branson powers his way to his feet and lifts Lux up and throws him off. Lux lands on his feet and charges right at Branson, Branson side steps and tosses Lux by the back of the head over the top rope. Branson turns and begins playing to the crowd, not noticing that Lux caught the top rope and is holding on.*

*Lux pulls himself back into the ring and charges with a jumping knee to the back of Branson that sends Branson falling between the top and middle rope to the outside. Branson pulls himself to his feet but Lux charges with an over the top rope flipping pescado unto Branson.*

Rockwell: BUSINESS IS PICKING UP!

Hood: Come on that is cheating.

Rockwell: How is it cheating?

Hood: I don't know, just... just... I want A-List to win damn it.

Rockwell: Fair and balanced announcing as always Hood. Obviously Lux is still riding high from beating Bifford, as he has no fear of any big man...

*Lux gets to his feet standing over Branson and talking trash to him, but turns right into a suicide dive from Thomas, who flies between the top and middle rope with a forearm that knocks Lux down to the ground. Thomas gets to his feet and grabs Branson helping him up, but they should have kept an eye on Marcus. Ka'Derrion has gotten onto the apron, and he drops down, catching both men by the head and dropping with a double DDT!!*

Hood: Count them out Ref. Count Sins of the Father out.

Rockwell: The titles don't change hands on a count out Hood.

Hood: Never mind, stop the count.

*Marcus rolls Branson into the ring and Marcus and Lux roll in after him. Marcus and Lux grab Branson and lift him up dropping him with a double face-first suplex, and then follow it up with a double elbow drop to the back of the head. Marcus gets out of the ring as Lux goes for a pin, but only gets a 1 count. As Branson sits up Lux grabs a headlock on him. Branson works to his feet and grabs a waist lock on Lux and backs him into the ropes. Thomas makes a tag, tagging Branson on the back, but Lux doesn't see it. Branson shoots Lux off and drops down, as Lux leaps over Branson he is caught in midair with a jumping knee strike from Thomas.*

Hood: Tag team wrestling done... PERFECTLY!

Rockwell: I will admit that was some nice team synergy.

* Dave gets Lux into a full nelson hold, Dylan cockily smacks the Lux across the face before running the ropes and hitting a picture perfect dropkick. Dave then, using the momentum from the dropkick hits a full nelson slam on Lux. Both men exchange a quick high five before Thomas goes for a pin.*

One...

Two...

*Marcus breaks the pin up kicking Thomas in the back. The Referee admonishes Marcus and starts taking him to his corner, while he does the A-List takes advantage of a 2 on 1. Thomas begins to blatantly choke Lux while Branson hops into the ring and begins stomping Lux in the stomach.*

Hood: I've never seen tag team wrestling done more perfectly.

Rockwell: Come on Hood, this is blatant old school, underhanded tag team antics.

Hood: There is no new or old school, there is only the right way and the wrong way.

*As the referee turns around, he sees both members of A-List in the ring and begins yelling at them. Branson hops out and Thomas stands up and drops a knee right across the throat of Lux. Thomas then immediately grabs Lux and picks him up dragging him to his corner where he tags in Branson. As Branson gets in Thomas holds Lux in a front face lock and Branson plants a kick to the stomach of Lux. As Thomas releases his hold on Lux, Lux falls to his knees. Branson delivers a hard clothesline to Lux knocking him backwards onto his face. Branson spins on top of Lux and grabs his head and begins grinding Lux's face into the canvas.*

Rockwell: That is sick. I've never seen Dave Branson so vicious.

Hood: He get's paid good money to take trash like Lux out, he needs to get even MORE VIOLENT.

Rockwell: I think you need a valium.

*Branson let's go of Lux head and then stands over him. Lux pushes himself up to all fours and that is when Branson fires some vicious cross face shots that rock Lux's head. Lux tries covering up but gets knocked flat again. Branson then jumps up and comes down stomping Lux in the small of the back. Branson grabs Lux by the head and lifts him into a Mui-Thai type clinch and then whips Lux into his corner where Thomas grabs Lux around the throat and Branson begins firing hard shots to the midsection of Lux.*

Hood: Oh, this is so great. I can see the gold around Dylan Thomas's waist already.

Rockwell: That fat lady hasn't sung yet.

Hood: Did you just call Lisandra fat?

Rockwell: No.

Hood: Body shaming in 2021, you need sensitivity training.

*Marcus cannot take any more of this sight and charges in slamming a forearm across the back on Branson. Marcus grabs Branson and spins him around and nails a right hand on him. The Referee then intervenes and begins backing Marcus back to his corner. Taking advantage of the 2 on 1 again, Thomas hops into the ring and as he does Branson lifts Lux into a bear hug. Thomas hops to the second rope and leaps off catching Lux with a clothesline. Branson hops out of the ring and Thomas pns Lux.*

One...

*The Referee stops and count and says that Thomas isn't the legal man. Thomas begins arguing with the Ref that him and Branson tagged. The Referee says he didn't see it and refuses to count.*

Hood: THIS IS BULLSHIT!

Rockwell: Hood, language.

Hood: Fire that stupid referee.

*Thomas continues to argue with the Referee and begins stomping his feet and saying "it isn't fair", this draws some laughs from the crowd, but also gives Lux times to recover. Lux quickly rolls Thomas up from behind.*

One...

Two...

Kickout.

Rockwell: A near fall!

Hood: Shush, I'm too busy jotting down notes for the inevitable lawsuit...

*Thomas rolls up to his feet as he kicks out and Lux is on his knees. Thomas goes for a big kick but Lux ducks under it and crawls on all fours between Thomas's legs and is headed for Marcus. Thomas spins around and grabs Lux by the ankle. Thomas tries to pull Lux back, but Lux fights to his other foot. Lux is trying to reach Marcus to tag and Thomas is trying to pull Lux away from his corner, Lux jumps and lands an enzaguri kick to the side of Thomas's head. Thomas staggers on his foot and Lux lunges tagging in Marcus.*

*Marcus charges through the ropes and runs forward with a clothesline that drops Thomas. Branson comes charging into the ring and goes for a clothesline but Marcus ducks it and thrust kicks the back on Branson's knee dropping Branson to a knee. Marcus charges off the ropes and comes back with a shining wizard on Branson knocking Branson down. Branson rolls out of the ring to the apron and Marcus jumps to his feet.*

Rockwell: Marcus Ka'Derrion is a house of fire.

Hood: NO! STOP HIM! THIS IS A-LIST TIME!

*Thomas is staggering to his feet when Marcus grabs him and whips Thomas to corner and follows him in with running European uppercut. Marcus shoves Thomas back into the corner and delivers three more hard European uppercuts. Branson rolls back into the ring and charges at Marcus, but Marcus side steps and Branson runs right into Thomas smashing him in the corner. Branson staggers out backwards right into a side suplex from Marcus.*

*Lux gets back in and him and Marcus grab Thomas pull him to the middle of the ring. Marcus picks Thomas up onto his shoulders getting him ready for the InSINerator as Lux climbs to the top turnbuckle. Lisandra jumps onto the apron and yells at Lux, wanting to save her husband. Lux and the Ref start yelling at Lisandra to back and get down, allowing Branson to roll in after grabbing one of the tag belts from ring side. Branson hits Marcus in the back with the belt, and Thomas rolls forward with a victory roll on Marcus.*

*Branson throws the belt out of the ring and the charges into the corner cutting Lux's legs out from under him. Lux falls crotch first on the top turnbuckle as Lisandra drops off the apron. Branson turns the referee around who sees Thomas pinning Marcus in the victory roll. The referee dives in for the pin.*

One...

Two...

Thr...

Hood: YES! HE GOT HIM!

Rockwell: NO! MARCUS KA'DERRION KICKED OUT!

Hood: DAMN IT!

*Thomas is in shock that Marcus kicked out and is beside himself, but Branson yells at him to tag him. Thomas lifts Marcus up and runs him into the corner. Thomas tags in Branson and then Thomas fires a kick into the stomach of Marcus as Branson lands a hard right hand to the jaw of Marcus. Branson grabs Marcus in a clinch and moves him to the ropes and shoots Marcus off and catches Marcus as he comes off the ropes with a power slam. Branson doesn't even go for a pin, he comes up to his knee and lifts Marcus by the hair and begin punching him in the face.*

Hood: Yes, crack his skull, knock him out, Do whatever it takes to get a belt on Dylan.

Rockwell: You have a sick obsession with Dylan Thomas.

Hood: I know talent when I see it.

*Branson lifts Marcus up and grabs him by the throat getting ready for the Fixed Chokeslam, but Marcus fires a kick to the stomach. Branson staggers but doesn't let go. Marcus fires another kick and breaks Branson's grip. Marcus goes for a third kick, but Branson blocks it and tires his head forward with a vicious headbutt to the face of Marcus that drops Marcus. Branson rubs his forehead obviously taking some damage but moves to his corner and tags in Thomas.*

*Thomas hops in like a shark smelling blood in the water. Dylan moves right in and hits Marcus with the Senton Leg Drop. Dylan hops right up and looks very confident. Dylan pulls Marcus up and pulls him into position for the Connecticutter. Dylan starts off with lifting Marcus in between his legs akin to a powerbomb. From there, Dylan lifts Marcus until Marcus is draped back first over one of Dylan's shoulders. Marcus starts kicking his feet, trying to get free and rolls off of Dylan's shoulder landing on his feet Marcus double legs Thomas to his back and immediately goes for the elevated Texas cloverleaf he calls the Punisher.*

*Thomas tries to fight it off but Marcus gets his hands lock and starts turning Thomas into the elevated clover leaf but as he does Branson steps in and grabs Marcus by the throat, lifts him up and slams Marcus down with the Fixer (choke slam). Branson exits the ring as the referee is going ballistic on him*

Hood: YES! YES! THIS IS IT!

Rockwell: All Dylan Thomas has to do is make the pin.

*Thomas gets to his feet and looks at Marcus, but then looks at the turnbuckle, and then back at Marcus with a smirk. Thomas heads to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top. Thomas stands on the top rope and leaps off with a top rope knee drop. At the last moment Marcus rolls out of the way and Dylan's knee lands hard into the mat. Dylan begins rolling around in pain holding his knee while Xavier Lux starts going crazy in his corner screaming for Marcus to tag him.*

Hood: NO! NO! NO!

Rockwell: I can't believe Dylan Thomas didn't just go for the pin.

*Thomas rolls to his corner and tags in Branson, but just as he does Marcus tags in Xavier to a big pop from the crowd. Xavier hops in the ring and charge at Branson. Branson goes for a big right but Xavier ducks under and goes right into a Pele kick that nails Branson. Branson is staggered and Xavier shows great leaping ability jumping up and wrapping his legs around Branson's head with a hurriconrana. Marcus rolls right up to his feet and charges into the corner drop kicking Thomas of the apron to the mat below. Marcus then turns back to Branson who is getting to his feet and charges, taking Branson down again, this time with a Mexican head scissors.*

Rockwell: Xavier Lux is on fire.

Hood: Is it the shoes?

Rockwell: Ha, ha, NBA JAM!

*Branson is pulling himself up into the corner and Xavier charges in nailing him with a drop kick to the jaw. Xavier rolls under the bottom rope as Branson falls to the mat and rolls to the middle of the ring. Xavier hops up and climbs to the top rope but once again Lisandra hops on the apron, trying the same tactic. Xavier though quickly drops next to her, threatening her and causing her to slip off the apron! Luckily, Dylan was able to catch her.*

Hood: HOW DARE HE!?!

Rockwell: Hey, she wanted to get physically involved.

*Branson has staggered to his feet, but Xavier, having quickly sprung back onto the turnbuckle, leaps off anyway. Branson shows great strength and awareness though, catching Xavier in mid air by the throat. Branson lifts Xavier over his head and slams him down with the Fixer (choke slam). Branson makes the cover.*

One...

Two...

Rockwell: Marcus breaks it up just in time.

Hood: DAMN HIM!

*Marcus dives in hitting Branson with a forearm in the head. Marcus begins hammering away on Branson with forearms, and Branson stands up taking the shots and shoves Marcus backwards into the ropes where Thomas grabs his ankles and trips Marcus pulling him under the bottom rope. Branson turns back around but Xavier has hoped up and catches Branson in a standing fireman's lifting him up and dropping him with The Cure (DVD). Xavier rolls over to all fours ready to make the pin when Thomas comes in out of nowhere punting him in the head. Thomas grabs Xavier and picks him up for the Perfect Finisher, but Marcus flies in with a basement drop kick taking out Dylan's knee. Thomas crumbles to the mat and Marcus grabs Thomas's legs, hooks him and twists him into the The Punisher (Elevated Texas Clover Leaf). Thomas tries to fight and scratches at the mat trying to get to the ropes, desperate to escape.*

Hood: No!!! This would be a travesty!!

Rockwell: Thomas is going to tap!

Hood: Never!! He would never...

*Thomas can't get free, as he slowly raises up his hand in desperation. But the referee is waving it off, starting a five count, to Marcus' surprise. He releases the hold, looking at the ref, who declares that Marcus and Thomas aren't the legal wrestlers! Marcus shakes his head, wishing the ref hadn't been keeping track, but he understands. He turns back towards Thomas, who tries to pull himself up. But Marcus grabs him on the way up, sending Thomas over the top rope and to the floor! Lissandra goes to check on him, as Marcus turns around... and gets blasted by a big boot from Branson!! Marcus is down, as Branson tries to clear his head. He is definitely feeling the effects of The Cure. He stumbles towards Marcus, pulling him up, wanting to go for Not Paid By The Hour (punch series)! But Xavier is back, catching Branson from behind with a leaping dropkick to the back of the head!*

Hood: Damn it! They're cheating again!

Rockwell: They're tag-team wrestling, Hood!

Hood: They have to wait for Dylan to recover enough to get back in there!

Rockwell: No they don't!

Hood: Arggh!

*With Branson dazed after the modified Toxin kick, he's vulnerable to Marcus, who lifts Branson's heavy body painfully onto his shoulders. Xavier, meanwhile, goes for the turnbuckle, leaping up top. Lissandra, on the outside, is too busy checking on the downed Dylan to interfere this time. Xavier leaps off, flying perfectly through the air before catching Branson with the InSINerator (Canadian Destroyer Off The Shoulders)!!! Branson's out, with Lissandra frantically trying to pull Dylan up. The ref moves in as Xavier makes the pin... 1... Dylan tries to slide in, but Marcus is right there to block him... 2... Dylan grabs at Marcus' leg, but it's too late... 3!!!*

Minos: Here are your winners, and STILL GCWA Tag-Team Champions of the World... Marcus Ka'Derrion & Xavier Lux, The Sins of the Fathers!!

Hood: Mother fucker!

Rockwell: Language, Hood!

Hood: I just don't care anymore...

Rockwell: A very exciting match between two worthy teams, as I almost thought The A-List, through their usual tactics, were going to get the belts.

Hood: Highway robbery, that's what this was...

Rockwell: Congratulations to Marcus and Xavier, but what's next for them as Xavier is looking towards his singles career?

*Xavier and Marcus come together again in the ring, both holding a tag-team title. The two men shake hands, proud of another accomplishment. The A-List have regrouped outside the ring, with Lissandra telling Dylan that this result deserves an independent committee to look into it.*



*We cut backstage to the locker room of Life Before Death. Lucas Thames and Mike Zybala are sat on a sofa watching the action of Adrenaline Rush unfold.*

Lucas Thames: You know... the fact that the A-List get a title shot against Sins of the Fathers over us is a travesty. I know we lost last week but that was due to shoddy refereeing. Y'know what I'm saying?

Mike Zybala: Totally! You were clearly the legal man. They need to make some of these refs wear glasses. They miss A LOT of stuff.

Lucas Thames: Absolutely! That reminds me, good luck tonight. You've got this.

*A few minutes go by and an exhausted Peter Vaughn enters the room.*

Lucas Thames: Peter? Why are you so out of breath?

Peter Vaughn: It's - it's - the D-Dragonzord... S-S-

*Zybala springs up from his seat. Thames also stands, but much calmer.*

Mike Zybala: Noooooooooooooooooooo! This one better not be blown up as well! I will murder someone!!

Lucas Thames: OK Mike let's take it easy - and he's gone.

*Zybala dashes for the parking lot with Thames and Vaughn playing catch up. Thames shrugs.*

Lucas Thames: Of course he's gone.

*As they walk behind Zybala, Vaughn catches his breath somewhat more.*

Peter Vaughn: **Pant** I was going to say Space Lord wants to talk. The reason why I'm out of breath is because he ran me off.

Lucas Thames: I see.

*Lucas Thames pats Peter Vaughn on the back. *

Lucas Thames: C'mon. Let's catch up to Mike before he does....Mike Zybala shenanigans!

*Zybala is standing at his Dragonzord as Thames and Vaughn arrive. Suddenly the Starship Desolator comes speeding up the them and stops only a few feet from plowing into them. The ship hovers and the cockpit door opens and out steps Space Lord.*

Space Lord: It's Brittany bitch.

*Terry Marshall walks out behind Space Lord. Zybala forgets about the Zord for a moment and actually looks for Britney Spears. He is saddened when he realizes Space Lord only said it as a figure of speech... Thames looks at his partner as he looks for Miss Spears and shakes his head, smiling and whispers to Zybala.*

Lucas Thames: He means 'it's war'....I'm guessing. Y'know, battle of Brittany? Let's just hope there's no biased referee, huh?

*Thames turns his head to face Terry Marshall and Space Lord folding his arms.*

Terry Marshall: Look dudes, we got a challenge for you. We already beat you in the ring, now we want a piece of you on the battlefield.

Space Lord: Your Dragonzord versus the Starship Desolator, in a battle to the finish. Last machine left running wins.

Terry Marshall: Whatcha say dudes?

*Lucas Thames looks confused.*

Lucas Thames: Is this because of the joke that I made...or because of the scratch that the Desolator suffered? Or yet another honourable battle?

*Thames looks around at Zybala who looks at him.*

Lucas Thames: Well, I'm game if you are?

Terry Marshall: Look dudes, the whole giant machine thing is our gimmick. FIrst Betsy Grainger wants to come in here with another ship.

Space Lord: GIMMICK INFRINGEMENT!

Terry Marshall: This place isn't big enough for the three of us. You guys were just late to the party.

Mike Zybala: Technically, I've been rebuilding the Dragonzord for a few years in my underground secret laaa... It doesn't matter where. What matters is that you're on!! I say let the superior machine win! Which of course will be the Dragonzord! Then we can worry about blowing up whatever knock off Betsy has that you were talking about.

*Thames claps his hands and rubs them together, excitedly.*

Lucas Thames: Well then gentlemen... that's a yes. When should we have this epic battle? How about at the next Inferno? Does that suit everyone?

*Space Lord squints and leans closer to L.B.D.*

Space Lord: It is on like Godzilla.

Terry Marshall: Uh, brother the saying is "it is on like Donkey Kong".

*Space Lord looks confused for a moment, but then shakes his head.*

Space Lord: Fine, we do it Donkey Kong's way.

*S.E.X and L.B.D nod at one another and as Thames and Zybala walk away, Lucas whispers to Zybala.*

Lucas Thames: The fact that Space Lord brought up Godzilla... you KNOW he has a soft spot for our Dragonzord really.

Mike Zybala: How could he not?! It's fucking awesome! Do you think they'll let us keep the scraps of the spaceship after we beat them? I have some more.... "projects" in the works...

Lucas Thames: I dunno man. I guess we'll see...

*The camera fades as L.B.D. continue to walk away embroiled in conversation.*


>

GCWA Unified X-Division Title Chairs match
Outcast(c) (9-0) vs. Jackson Hart (10-1-1)

Minos: The following is a "Chairs" Match for the Unified X-Division Championship!

Rockwell: This one is going to get violent and bloody quickly Hood, there is no doubt about it!

Hood: I don't see how, whoever uses the chair first wins right? Like a tables match? Doesn't seem so bad.

Rockwell: No you idiot! On this match you get to use one type of weapon for as long as you want, for the duration of the match, a steel chair!

Hood: So you telling me that if they want, they can bash someone over and over on their head until their brains spew out?!

Rockwell: Dude, what the f... No, I mean, well, technically yes, if they wanted to but that would also be murder, so I don't think they want to go that far!!

Hood: Have you not met Outcast?

*The opening riff of "It's Going Down" hits the arena speakers, sending the fans into a frenzy. At the 20 second mark Jackson Hart makes his way out from the back carrying a metal chair in his hand, but this one is a little different as it has 6 inch nails sticking out from all over it!

Minos: Introducing first, standing 6'3" and weighing 221 lbs... here is Jackson Hart!!

As the first utterance of "It's Going Down" spills from the speakers, Jax casually struts down to the ring slapping some fans hands on the way.

Rockwell: Of course I have heard of him, and so has Jackson Hart who is bringing his own custom weapon to the ring!

Hood: I've seen nails through bats but never through a chair! If he hits Outcast one time, that may be all he needs to crack his skull open!

*"Existence is Punishment" by Crowbar begins to play, with the fans giving a cheer for the champion as Outcast makes his way out, he too carrying a steel chair in hand. He walks towards the ring, the championship held on one shoulder as he considers the competition waiting for him.*

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'1" and weighing 228 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... here is the GCWA Unified X-Division Champion... Outcast!!

Rockwell: Well the Champ is coming with weapon in hand as well!

Hood: Yeah but I don't see no nails, no barbwire, no nothing. That's just a regular, good ol' fashion steel chair.

*Outcast walks around the ring, admiring the piles and piles of chairs that have been set up. He nods in approval and then gets in the ring and hands off the Unified X-Division Title to the referee. The referee takes it and tells Outcast there is no smoking in the ring, but he just laughs. The referee shakes his head then holds the Unified X-Division Championship up for the crowd to see on all four sides of the arena and then hands it to the timekeeper outside. The bell rings.*

Rockwell: This one is underway Hood, both men have chairs on hand already, ready to let the sparks fly!

Hood: Fantastic!

*Jackson Hart is very proud of his custom spiked steel chair and Outcast simply laughs at him, which Jax doesn't know how to respond to since Outcast is holding just a regular steel chair. Outcast then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lighter, he flicks it once, the flame coming through right away. He lights up the cigarette on his mouth, taking a long drag; Jax complains to the ref who tells him he tried already. Outcast then puts the tip of the cigarette to the chair and it catches on fire right away causing the ref and Jax to quickly back away! *

Rockwell: Oh my God! Jackson thought he had one-upped Outcast, but he is the Unified-X champion for a reason folks!

Hood: Outcast is a crazy son of a bitch, and he just proved it one more time right there!

*Outcast begins to swing the flaming chair at Jax who tries to defend himself with his spike chair as best he can, but after a couple of duel-like shots, Outcast knocks the spiked chair out of Jax's hand! Outcast goes to swing one more time but Jax smartly jumps to the outside with Outcast narrowly missing! Jax falls down, but thinking he is safe; he looks up to the ring and Outcast tosses the flaming chair right at him! Jax is able to roll out of the way in time and then jumps to his feet. As he does, Outcast use the top rope to pull himself over and comes crashing down on Jax with a plancha! He quickly gets to his feet and slides back inside the ring. He then waits for Jax to get to his feet and then runs towards the opposite ropes, bounces off and flies between the top and middle rope, catching Jax with a tope suicida!*

Rockwell: Outcast going back to his roots there, having started his training in Mexico!

Hood: This crazy old bastard is in his 50's and still pulling off moves like this, unbelievable!

*Outcast gets to his feet and shouts at the crowd who are cheering him on loudly, showing appreciation in the early goings of the match. He sees Hart's spiked chair and goes to grab it. He looks it and nods, slightly impressed at the craftmanship. He then turns towards Hart who has actually made it to his feet; Outcast swing the chair at him, but Hart ducks out of the way and Outcast hits the guardrail, nearly smashing a fan! He drops the chair, turns around and catches a boot to the gut from Hart who then begins to pummel him with right hands! Outcast drops to one knee as Hart continues to lay heavily into him. Hart grabs Outcast by his hair and brings him back up, whipping him towards the guard rail but Outcast reverses it. Hart shows his agility, jumping unto the guardrail, and flipping backwards with a moon-sault, taking down Outcast! *

Rockwell: The young Jackson Hart showing the veteran that he has some high flying moves of his own!

Hood: It's easy to forget that not only is Hart fairly new to the wrestling business, but also that he is barely twenty-six years old!

Rockwell: That's right Hood, Jackson Hart just celebrated his 26th birthday a couple of weeks ago. What better birthday gift to give himself than that of a GCWA Championship?

Hood: I know that if I could gift myself some gold while kicking someone's ass in the process, I would definitely do it!

*The ref who has been administering the 10 count is up to 6 but Jackson quickly slides in and out to break it. He grabs Outcast and goes to pick him up but Outcast surprises him with a European uppercut, sending him stumbling backwards. Outcast nails him with a right hand but Jackson returns it with a right of his and a good ol' fashion fist fight breaks out! The crowd is into it, cheering both men on as there seem to be a large "Legacy" presence in the crowd tonight. The younger Jackson seems to win the exchange, as Outcast drops to one knee again but Jackson quickly brings him back up and throws him against the steel steps! Outcast hits knees first, flipping over them and landing hard on his back on the other side. Jackson then grabs one of the many chairs at ringside and tosses it inside the ring. He then grabs a few more and continues to toss them before finally being happy with the number and goes inside the ring to set them up..*

Rockwell: I honestly thought it was going to be the champion going for the steel chairs first, but it is Jackson Hart looking to do the first real damage here with the steel chairs.

Hood: What are you talking about?! Did you forget already the flaming chair from hell at the beginning of the match?!

Rockwell: You mean where he tried to cut off Jackson's head if not barbeque it? No, I did not forget.

*Jax has set a pile of chairs right in the middle of the ring and then heads towards the outside to go after Outcast, but as he goes through the ropes, WHACK! Outcast out of nowhere smashes a steel chair across Jax's back! The crowd reacts as expected, followed by mixed cheers. Jax stumbles to the floor and is writhing in pain and Outcast waits for Jax to turn to the right angle and then whacks him again with the steel chair across his back! Jax holds his lower back in pain but tries to get away at the same time. Outcast stomps on him a few times, trying to get his hand out of the way. He then grabs the steel chair with both hands and then measures Jax before he smashes the top of the chair onto Jackson shoulder-blades time after time! Once Outcast feels Jax is nice and soften up, he tosses the chair to the side and then picks him up and tosses him inside the ring. Outcast quickly gets on top of Jax and attempts the first pin of the night... One! Two! Kick-out! *

Rockwell: I stand corrected, the champion was indeed the one to get to the steel first! He's lethal with it!

Hood: You think that's lethal Rockwell? Please, I think we have barely scratched the surface!

*Outcast nods, as if he expected Hart to kick out. He gets to his feet and sees the pile of chairs set up by Hart and smiles. He picks him up, hooks him and delivers a snap suplex unto the chairs! Again Hart doubles over in pain and Outcast, instead of going for another pin heads for the outside of the ropes. He looks around at the crowd who start to build up cheers for him. He then pulls himself up again using the top rope, except this time to slingshot himself inside the ring, going for a senton bomb but Hart rolls out of the way at the last second and Outcast crashes unto the chairs! The crowd, who has yet to sit down for this one, hoot and holler as the intensity of the match continues to pick up. Hart stumbles to his feet and readjusts his back, definitely feeling the effects of the match already. Outcast stumbles to his feet but Hart quickly moves in, kicking him in the midsection, hooking him and dropping him unto the chairs with an even-flow DDT! Hart checks his elbow, having hurt himself in the process but then flips Outcast and attempts his first pin of the night! One! Two! Kick-out by the champ!*

Rockwell: We touched on Hart being young and inexperienced, but he is not letting that stop him from hanging with one of the best and more violent individuals in the business today.

Hood: Yeah but I hope he realizes that is going to take more than that to get Outcast down for the pin. A lot more than that.

*Jackson rolls Outcast out of the way and then grabs a couple of chairs, ones that haven't bent out of shape too badly and sets them up, side-by-side. Once he has 4 the way he wants them he goes back for Outcast and picks him up and now he is the one that smiles as he sees that he has busted open the Unified X champion! To his surprise Outcast smiles back and then surprises Hart with a right hand! Hart returns it but is block and Outcast nails him with another right hand, then a left, another left, and a third right! Hart stumbles unto the ropes and Outcast moves in pushes him and against the ropes and then whipping him to the other side, Jackson runs, jumping over a few chairs, bounces of and Outcast goes for a clothesline, but Jackson ducks it and puts on the breaks. He then lifts Outcast from behind with all his might, flipping him up in the air, catching him and dropping Outcast onto the chairs he set up with a powerbomb! Hart, who normally has the opponent pinned right after the move, rolls out of the way holding his legs, having hurt himself as well but then goes back to Outcast to make the pin! One! Two! Th.. kick out!!*

Rockwell: Jackson Hart delivers his finisher the Royal Flush out of nowhere Hood, but that hesitation right after the impact may have cost him!

Hood: Yeah Outcast kicked out and now I'm starting to worry for the Legacy member who has used his biggest move early and only for the champion to kick out!

Rockwell: Yeah and on top of that he had busted the champion with the even-flow DDT, that is two high-impact moves but the champ is still alive!

Hood: That tells me that he's going to have to dig deep into his young playbook to beat the veteran!

*Jackson stumbles to his feet and limps around a bit, holding his right hamstring, he looks at Outcast who is a bloody mess and shakes his head. He walks over, grabbing him by his bloody hair and pulls him up with all his strength as Outcast is still fairly out. Jackson lets him drop back down and quickly gets on top of him, hooking both legs for the pin! One! Two! Th.. kick out again! A frustrated Jackson gets on top of Outcast and digs his thumb unto Outcast's cut on his forehead! The crowd boos loudly but he doesn't care, once he sees more blood flowing he begins to pummel Outcast with right hands, trying to simply knock-out Outcast. He turns his body now and hooks both legs again! One! Kick out by Outcast! Hart jumps to his feet, ignoring the pain on his hamstring and then picks up Outcast, this time lifting him by under his arms. He then leaves him there, wobbly, but facing the pile of chairs; Jackson then turns his back to Outcast and goes for a hand-stand, springing himself off the ropes and going for a cutter but Outcast swats him out of the way, blocking the move! Hart jumps to his feet only to run into a kick to the midsection. Outcast then quickly moves in, hooking Hart between his legs then grabbing Hart's legs, lifting him up then jumping backwards, delivering a piledriver right unto the pile of chairs!! *

Rockwell: Outcast connects with his finisher the Burnout! If he makes the cover this could be it Hood!

Hood: Did you hear the cracking sound the head of Jackson made? My God that was disturbing!

*Outcast rolls on top of Hart and hooks the leg partially, the ref moves in for the count! One! Two! Outcast hooks the other leg now! Three! No! Kick out by Hart at the very last millisecond! The crowd gives a mix reaction, some booing the ref while others cheering Jackson as he is showing some real fight in this one. Outcast rolls off of Hart and then slides to the outside, heading for a new set of chairs. He begins setting these up on the outside instead of tossing them in, but these he sets up like musical chairs. While doing this, he hasn't seen Hart who has made it to his feet and is now at the corner, climbing the turnbuckles. He then leaps off, hoping to catch Outcast with a flying forearm but Outcast quickly turns around and throws a chair right at him, catching him in the face in mid-air! Hart flips from the impact, crashing face first down to the floor! A chant of "holy-shit! Holy-shit!" breaks out from the crowd as Outcast motions with his hands for them to get louder.*

Rockwell: Outcast acted like he didn't see Hart coming the whole time and suckered him in! He might have just won the match right there. Did you see the velocity in which the chair hit Jackson squarely in the face?!

Hood: So hard and so fast that it caused Jackson to flip in mid-air and land equally as hard onto another pile of chairs. Or did you miss that part too?!

Rockwell: No I didn't miss that part too, stop it! It's just too much going on at the same time! I think the GCWA officials went way too far with the number of chairs around the ring. There is no need for this many chairs Hood!

Hood: The way the match is going, we may not have enough chairs!

*Outcast forgets his little chair project and instead picks up the limp body of Jax and tosses him inside the ring. The ref takes a step back seeing Jax now wearing a crimson mask himself, matching Outcast's bloody face. Outcast then follows suit and makes the cover, covering Jax and putting his hand on his face to add insult to injury.... One! Two! Th.. kick out by Jax! Outcast pins him again, this time putting his forearm on his face for added pressure! One! Two! Kick out again! Outcast shakes his head in frustration and mounts Jax, then reaches back for his legs hoping this time the pin will hold! One! Kick-out again! Outcast jumps to his feet and looks at the young Hart who is showing he definitely has what it takes to be Unified X-Division champion! Outcasts shakes that thought out of his head and goes back to work, picking up Hart who swings up with his right arm, catching Outcast on the bridge of his nose with an elbow! Outcast goes stumbling backwards onto the corner, checks himself for blood but there is blood everywhere already. He then charges at Jax, going for a clothesline but Jax ducks it, puts on the breaks, Outcast turns around and catches a Pele kick right to the crown of his head! *

Rockwell: I do not know how both of these me continue to put up this high-level of moves and counter moves. They are losing so much blood, eventually that will start to affect them!

Hood: Well I don't know about Jackson, but we have seen Outcast do this again and again and again, nothing new to see here!

*Hart gets to his feet and slides to the outside, grabbing a single chair. He comes back in with it, unfolds it and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He then kicks the remaining few, bent-out-shape ones out of the ring and then takes a stance right in front of Outcast, waiting for him to get up. He begins shouting at him, 'get up old man!' and Outcast gets on all fours and then pushes himself up onto his knees. He tells Hart to bring it and Hart doesn't hesitate, running towards the ropes, bouncing off and kicking the living shit out of Outcast with a penalty kick! Outcast clutches his chest in pain after falling backwards but the force of the kick seems to have ignited him, as he pushes himself to get to his feet. This appears to be what Hart wants as he waited; Hart goes for the handstand springboard again, this time catching Outcast as he turns around and delivering a cutter right onto the opened chair, the throat of Outcast crashing against the top of the chair! Outcast rolling around the ring in pain, holding his throat, as the fans get a "holy shit!" chant started again. Hart goes to grab him for the pin but Outcast rolls right out of the ring and Hart curses. *

Rockwell: Jackson deliver his trademark Hartbreaker move but isn't able to capitalize as Outcast smartly rolled to the outside!

Hood: Rockwell that was it man! If Jackson grabs him and pins him, there was no way Outcast was kicking out of that one!

*A frustrated Jax heads to the outside and begins to stomp the hell out of Outcast who tries as best as he can to cover up but to no avail. Jackson then sees the chairs Outcast set up like musical chairs and nods, as if realizing this is it. He grabs Outcast by his hair and drags him to the chairs, once he is close enough, he puts Outcast's head between his legs and then wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him up for a power-bomb but Outcast fights him off! Jax goes to lift him again but again Outcast kicks out his legs causing Jax to drop him back down. Jax goes for it again, and the third time is the charm... but for Outcast as he delivers a high-end back body drop sending Jackson crashing back first unto the chairs!! Jackson's body hits hard, bending in a way it is not intended to and falls limply to the side. *

Rockwell: Oh my God he broke him in half!

Hood: I haven't seen someone doubled up like that since Bane broke Batman's back!

*Outcast drops to his knees, feeling exhausted. The ref, who was staring in shock like everyone in the arena finally snaps out of it and begins the ten count. Outcast hears him and stumbles to his feet, sliding inside as he reached two. Outcast rolls to the middle of the ring and then gets up his knees and looks on as the ref counts... Four.. Five... Jackson hasn't moved, the Legacy crowd begin to cheer him on as Outcast looks on, and you can clearly see him saying 'come on kid, bring it'. Six... Seven, Jackson begins to stir, but was probably just a twitch. Eight... Nine, and the twitch turns into a Shawn Michael's like kick-up that causes a roar from the crowd. Ten! No, Jackson slides in just before and the ref waves the ten off, the match continues! *

Rockwell: How in the...

Hood: FUCK!

Rockwell: did he do that?! He was down and out for 8 seconds and then, as if someone hit him with some charge paddles, Jackson Hart has come back to life!

Hood: Well I didn't hear anyone yell 'clear!' But you can tell he really wants the Unified X-Division title Rockwell! There is no doubt about it!

*Hart gets to his knees and now is staring at Outcast squarely in the eye. Outcast nods, as if this is what he wanted. He jumps to his feet, having found new energy himself. He then shouts to someone on the outside to toss him a chair, anyone! A fan quickly throws him one and he catches it. Security quickly move in to remove the fan but Outcast tells them to fuck off! He then turns to Hart and tells him your turn! Hart turns to someone wearing a Legacy T-shirt and tells him to throw him a chair and the fan does. Hart then turns to Outcast who tells him hit him and Hart doesn't hesitate hitting Outcast right on the crown of his head! Outcast stumbles backwards unto the turnbuckle, tucking his head in like a turtle but doesn't go down, and instead shakes it off, screams, and comes back at Hart with a swing of his own, catching Hart right on his head! *

Rockwell: Oh Jesus Christ these guys have lost their minds!

Hood: Well that's bound to happen when you repeatedly hit each other with metal chairs!

*Hart absorbs the hit and drops to one knee, but he is not giving in either, jumping back up and swinging his chair again, but this time, Outcast swings his chair as well! The chairs meet up, delivering and unwarranted conchairto, and both men are force to drop the chairs from the impact. The chairs go flying to the outside and Outcast quickly asks for another chair and so does Hart. A fan quickly throws another chair in followed by another! However, another fan throws a chair in and this prompts another fan to throw in a fourth chair! Both Outcast manage to grab one each and nail each other at the same time, knocking each other down! However, the chairs keep coming in, the fans having completely lost it! The ref jumps out of the ring, hoping not to get hit as security quickly try to stop them but to no avail and both Outcast and Hart are quickly buried in chairs!*

Rockwell: What the hell were these guys thinking asking the fans for chairs?!

Hood: Yeah like these fans, our fans were going to let that opportunity past them by! Duck Rockwell, the chairs are coming this way too!

Rockwell: No, we don't want any, oh dear lord! *WHACK!*

Hood: HAHAHAHA! YES! THANK YOU FANS!!

*Rockwell gets taken out by one of the last flying chairs as officials and security have come out to try to settle the crowd. Hood hides under the desk and doesn't come out until order has been restored. The ref gets back into the ring and looks on at the huge pile of chairs and tries to see if he can get a glimpse of either competitor but doesn't see either. He looks to the outside to a GCWA official and asks him what to do and gets told to continue the match, as it is a 'chairs only' match. The ref nods and looking at the pile does the only thing he can think of, begins another ten count! *

Hood: Well Rockwell has been knocked out, and I am so happy to keep doing this pay-per-view all by myself! The ref has started a ten count, so I guess if either man makes the ten count he is the winner, otherwise, he'll probably throw out the match!

*The crowd counts along with the ref.. One! Two! Three! The ref stops as he sees some sort of motion in the chairs, but not enough so he keeps going! Four! Five! This time a hand comes out from the pile and the crowd cheers, though they don't know who's hand it is. The ref continues, six! Seven! And the hand finds the ropes and pulls himself up! It's Jackson Hart! He beats the ten count yet again, but Outcast is right behind him, pushing chairs out of the way. He gets to his feet and the grabs a chair and tosses it again at Hart! This time Hart catches it though, but Outcast quickly rushes at him, jumping high up and delivering a double stomp right into the chair, taking Hart down! Outcast with one last ditch effort makes the pin and the ref, on top of the pile of chairs, makes the count! One! Two! Three! Bell rings! *

Minos: Here is your winner... AND STILL the Unified X-Division Champion... Outcast!!

Hood: Outcast retains! Holy Shit he retains! I cannot believe it!! Hey Rockwell, wake up, you missed a helluva ending!

*The ref gets the belt from the timekeeper and hands it to Outcast who is laying on the pile of chairs, looking up at the lights. The EMTs have come out along with additional refs to help Hart out of the ring and provide medical assistance. Some EMTs make their way to aid Rockwell as well. The ref raises Outcast's hand while he lays there, having no energy at the moment to get up. *

Hood: Fans, I tell you, I have seen a lot of crazy shit here in this federation, but this match right here will definitely crack the top 5 if not the very top. I mean, the fact the Rockwell got knocked the fuck out alone wins it for me!

*We get one last shot of the champ as he appears to be doing snow-err-chair angels with the Unified X-Division title laying on top of him. *






GCWA North American Title Buffalo Tables match
Shawn Warstein(c) (15-1) vs. Mike Zybala (17-12)

Hood: So anyone found out who my broadcast partner is going to be, now that Rockwell is hurt? Anyone?

*"Baby I'm Jealous" by Bebe Rexha starts to play, getting everyone's attention towards the entryway.*

Hood: Who's this? I don't recognize... wait... oh fuck no...

*Coming out of the back, the biggest cheesy grin on his face, is the intrepid reporter, Jones!! He hurries down the aisle, heading around to the broadcast area.*

Hood: No, no no... no... Adrian, buddy, you've got to come back!! You can do it! I believe in you!!

*Jones gets his headset on, looking around himself for a few moments before settling down next to Hood.*

Jones: I'm here! I'm really here!

Hood: Fuck me...

Jones: It's just like old times!

Hood: I've had nightmares like this...

Jones: This is going to be so much fun, Hood! I can't believe it, I'm back in the announcer's chair! Hey, where's Adrian?

Hood: ... You didn't see? He got injured earlier in the Chairs match...

Jones: Wait, announcers are getting hurt tonight?

Hood: Damn, man, yes, you think you'd be here for any other reason??

Jones: ... And this match coming up, it's a...

Hood: A tables match, Jones. Tables. Just like the one we're sitting at.

*Jones looks down at the announce table, his smile quickly fading away to be replaced by terror, as Minos starts us up.*

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

*The crowd pops, already hyped as stacks of tables (that have survived previous matches) have been brought down to ringside.*

Minos: Introducing first, the challenger... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... from Buffalo, New York... here is Mike Zybala!!

*"Ready To Die" by Andrew W.K. plays, bringing out Mike Zybala as he walks onto the stage. Zybala has a large smile on his face, having recovered from the recent painful Buffalo loss. He stops for a second as if to turn out the lights, but shakes his head with a grin before walking down the aisle to the ring.*

Hood: Zybala survived the hellscape of Buffalo after the team recently fell in the playoffs. But was it an apocalypse there because of that game, or because Zybala's from there?

Jones: ...

Hood: Fuck, Jones, I need some back and forth here...

Jones: ... I'm scared...

Minos: His opponent... standing 6'4" and weighing 234 lbs... from Chicago, Illinois... here is the GCWA North American Champion... Shawn Warstein!!

*The crowd is booing as "Centuries Remix" by Fallout Boy feat Juicy J starts over the speakers. Shawn Warstein comes proudly out of the back, sporting a Sherlock Holmes hat and a smoking pipe. He takes a deep breath of the smoke, shooting it out above him, before tossing the pipe and hat behind him and heading for the ring.*

Hood: Warstein's shown he can beat up any Mama's boy like Zybala, so I expect to see the same thing tonight! I'm excited that he came out as Sherlock Warstein too!

Jones: We're going to die here, aren't we?

Hood: For fuck's sake, Jones... hey, everyone dies sometime, you know? If it's you tonight, so be it...

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: So the rules in this one are simple. Since both Warstein and Zybala promised to put their opponent through multiple tables, this one's going to be a Best of Five match. The first wrestler to put their opponent through three tables wins. So c'mon, Shawn, you've got this!

Jones: Minos! Minos, come over here! Do an announcement, say the announce tables don't count! Minos!!

Hood: Hah, Minos just ignoring you...

Jones: Do you WANT to have splinters flying at you tonight??

Hood: Hell no! But I'm fast, Jones, I can dodge it... can you? Heh heh heh...

*As Jones cowers, not knowing what to say, Zybala is challenging Warstein to meet him in the center of the ring. Warstein walks forward, not afraid, knowing in his heart that he can kick Zybala's ass. Zybala, though, suddenly shifts into a crane kick position, waiting for him. Warstein, truly insulted, charges forward, getting there before Zybala can attempt the kick, tackling Zybala to the mat! He punches away at Zybala, trying to ground him, knowing that the first goal is to knock Zybala senseless. But Zybala manages a reversal, rolling Warstein over and punching away at him as well! The brawl continues, as the referee simply stays out of the way, knowing that all he's there for is counting the number of tables someone has gone through.*

Hood: This is already great! Warstein has to be a better brawler than Zybala!

Jones: Yes, I'd like to order your best helmet. How soon can you deliver it? No, that's too late!

Hood: Jesus, you're making me look like the brave one, Jones... hey, wait... keep it up...

*Warstein has gotten back control now in the brawl, managing to stun Zybala with a right hand. He pulls Zybala up, locking him up and taking him over with a Belly To Belly suplex! Zybala sprawls out, stunned, as Warstein gets back up. He immediately leaves the ring, grabbing a table and sliding it into the ring. A second table follows, and then a third, as Warstein isn't wasting any time. He climbs back into the ring, seeing Zybala starting to get back up. He comes from behind Zybala, taking him back down with a Backstabber!! With Zybala downed again, Warstein goes back to the tables, working to set them all up next to each other.*

Hood: I don't think Warstein's planning on a long night tonight. He's going to put Zybala through three tables quickly!

Jones: The ones... in the ring? Oh, c'mon, Shawn, you can do it!

Hood: Hey, wait, I'm the one who roots against Zybala!

Jones: I just want the broken tables to stay in the ring!

*With the tables all lined up, Warstein goes over to Zybala, pulling him up. He lifts Zybala into position, getting him in the air as if going for a buckle bomb! But instead Warstein turns, heading towards the first table... only for Zybala to jump off, out of his grip, landing behind Warstein! As Warstein turns, Zybala lashes out, catching him with a Superkick!!! Warstein collapses to the ground, fortunately missing any of the edges of the table. Zybala drops to a knee, pulling himself together, then gets back up. He takes in the tables set up in the ring and smiles, going over and pulling a woozy Warstein upwards. He lifts Warstein up on his shoulders, quickly dropping Warstein to the side with a fireman's carry slam... which puts Warstein through the first table!!!*

Minos: The current count is Zybala 1, Warstein 0!

Hood: Damn! Zybala's cheating somehow, I know he is...

Jones: C'mon, Mike!! Just get him up twice more!! I believe in you!!

Hood: And now you're rooting FOR Zybala??

*Zybala shoves some of the debris out of the ring, allowing him to get to the hurting Warstein. He pulls Warstein to the side, whipping him into the corner. Zybala then gets a second table, dragging it over to their area. He punches Warstein again, trying to keep him stunned, before he pulls Warstein onto the table, laying him out. Zybala then turns, enjoying himself as he hurries up the turnbuckle. He gets to the top, posing for a moment for the cheering fans, before leaping towards Warstein with a flying elbow drop!! But Warstein suddenly slides himself off the table, rolling away as Zybala goes crashing through it on his own!!! The fans groan, even as eyes go towards Minos, who is shaking his head in reply.*

Hood: C'mon, Minos! It's 1-1 now!

Jones: But... you have to... put your opponent through one, right? So Zybala did it to himself...

Hood: Fucking technicalities...

*Warstein gets himself up, looking at Minos, pissed that there's been no announcement. He quickly heads over to Zybala, not wasting any more time. He gets Zybala into position near the third table, locking him up and lifting him into the air with a release German suplex!! Zybala goes into the third table, smashing it to pieces, his second table in a row!! With Zybala laying on the mat, surrounded by wooden debris, Warstein gets up and glares out at Minos, who, unmoved, continues to do his job.*

Minos: The new count is Zybala 1, Warstein 1!

Hood: We're all tied up!

Jones: Oh no.....

*Fresh out of tables, Warstein joins the ref in kicking some of the remains out of the ring, knowing that it'll be in their way later. Warstein then rolls out of the ring and goes back to the table stack, grabbing a few more. One he sets up outside the ring, while two others get slid inside. Warstein climbs back in, moving gingerly on one leg, possibly from where he landed in the first table. He perseveres, though, getting a table placed in the corner, sitting there diagonally. Warstein then gets the second table and sets it up to the side, admiring it for a moment before walking over to where Zybala is still laying. He lifts Zybala up... and Zybala counters with a strong style eye rake, sending Warstein stumbling back, blinded!*

Hood: Leave it to that ghost to start cheating whenever possible!

Jones: But... there's no cheating when the rules are the way they are, right?

Hood: Starting to feel better, Jonesy? That was almost competent announcing...

*Warstein, working to clear his vision, is unable to block as Zybala comes at him, doing a quick 360 spin into Disrespect (Slap To The Face)!!! Warstein staggers away, more insulted than hurt, as he shakes off the slap. He comes back, swinging at Zybala but missing, with Zybala getting behind him and lifting him in the air, landing an atomic drop that sends Warstein stumbling towards the table in the corner!! But Warstein stops himself, then spins, catching a charging Zybala and giving him a spinebuster on the mat!! Zybala rolls away, heading to the ropes, as Warstein gets himself up. He walks over to Zybala, furious with him. He grabs hold of Zybala, but Zybala responds, backdropping Warstein over the ropes to the floor!!*

Hood: Damn... rough landing for Warstein there, but at least there was no table...

Jones: No no no, don't leave the ring, oh god...

*Zybala, ignoring Jones' pleas, has already dropped and rolled out of the ring, ending up next to Warstein. He picks him up, slashing chops across Warstein's chest. Zybala then grabs Warstein by the head, bringing him around the ring. He reaches the stairs, grabbing Warstein by the head, apparently wanting to go for some sort of bulldog onto them! But Warstein shoves Zybala off, sending him clear over the steps to land on the other side... near the announce table. Warstein stumbles around after him, intent on making Zybala pay for him even going through one table.*

Hood: Well, shit. Boys, the Spanish announce table is right over there, y'know...

Jones: Oh GOD I CAN'T DO THIS!!

Hood: Jones? Fuck, Jones, get back here, it's too early to run!

*Jones is already hightailing it, though, having thrown his headset behind him. Neither Warstein nor Zybala notice, as Warstein works Zybala over near the Spanish announce table. He pops Zybala a couple more times, then turns, grabbing off a few of the monitors to clear space. He then pulls Zybala up onto the table, joining him as the Spanish announcers get out of range. Warstein grabs onto Zybala, pulling him into position for the Ego Trip (Future Shock DDT) on the table!! He starts to drop, but Zybala blocks it!! Before Warstein can stop it, Zybala reverses the move, lifting Warstein up and suplexing him overhead... into the American announce table!!!*

Hood: HOLY SHIT JONES WAS RI-

*Hood goes flying, landing behind the debris of the announce table, as Warstein goes straight through it!! Announcing is cut out, as wires have been yanked out everywhere.*

Minos: The new count is Zybala 2, Warstein 1!

*There's no reaction from the announce table, at least not the American one. The Spanish announcers are probably celebrating their colleagues being the ones to take the hit, for once. Zybala has gotten himself up now from where he fell, looking a little dazed but still holding it together. He staggers over to Warstein, pulling him out of the announce table remains. Warstein looks hurt, having landed badly. Zybala tries to start dragging him back to the ring, but Warstein pulls away, mostly on instinct, as he falls backwards to the outside mat instead. Zybala, surprised, turns as Warstein is crawling away, heading to the side of the debris field, almost looking like he's going towards Hood, who's trying to recover. Zybala follows, enjoying seeing Warstein in such a vulnerable state.*

Hood: Don't... to me, Sha... I don't...

*Hood's mic still is extremely choppy, as he hasn't had an opportunity to adjust anything. Warstein crawls past him, though, grabbing hold of the nearby timekeepers' area and pulling himself up. Zybala, watching gleefully, comes up behind Warstein as he starts to crawl over the barricade, reaching out in front of him. Zybala grabs him by the trunks, hauling him backwards, ready to end this. Warstein is pulled back... and spins, clocking Zybala upside the head with the North American Title!!! Zybala falls to the ground, possibly knocked out, as Warstein slumps to his knees, still cradling the title!*

Hood: YES!! YE- ... -utiful shot!

*Warstein works to his feet, grabbing hold of the knocked senseless Zybala and dragging him with him around the ring, to where a table was set up previously. In the meantime, some attendants run in, working to get Hood's equipmment failure taken care of. We follow the wrestlers, though, with Warstein getting Zybala over to the side, preparing him for the table. Zybala is barely able even to stand, as we can see some blood dripping down the side of his head where the title hit him. Warstein doesn't give him a chance to recover, lifting Zybala into the air and delivering a Falcon Arrow variation, sending Zybala through the outside table!!! Zybala lays there, in a heap, as Warstein lays next to him, exhausted.*

Minos: The count is now tied, Zybala 2, Warstein 2! The next table will decide the contest!!

Hood: Am I working? Okay, I think it's working, thanks guys. Now can you go get me a new table for the main event? Thanks, I'll keep going... fucking Jones, running like that, but I got away unscathed! HAH! So, okay, we're all tied up! C'mon, Shawn, one more table, put that ghost out of his misery!!

*The fans are loving this one as Warstein slowly gets to his feet, brushing off a couple of splinters that found their way into his skin. He grabs at Zybala's arm, hauling him up and managing to roll him back into the ring. Warstein follows behind, slowly getting to his feet. Both men are looking worn out at this point, as not many people get up after multiple plunges through tables. Warstein takes the bloody Zybala to the side, leaning him against the table in the corner. As Zybala is barely able to stand there, Warstein backs away, raising a fist in the air. He then spins around and charges, going for a spear!! But Zybala somehow instinctively leaps to the side, with Warstein crashing through the table instead!!*

Hood: Oh no!! Oh, wait... it was Warstein's own momentum... so the match isn't over! Damn, so both guys have now gone through three tables, with the winner going to taste table one more time! ... Damn, I wish Rockwell was back, it's so strange being the only one...

*Warstein is laying in the corner, unable to get up after that last hit. Zybala, meanwhile, has rolled to the middle of the ring. He slowly gets up on one knee, looking completely out of it. He starts peering towards the upper section of the arena, as he raises up one hand, pointing over towards it. The fans cheer, recognizing the gesture even though they know it shouldn't be happening here in the GCWA.*

Hood: What are you doing, you idiot? Get your brain together, we're not looking towards the Road To Wrest-, I mean, that other promotion!

*Zybala finally gets back to his feet, staggering towards the ropes. He pulls himself outside, almost collapsing outside the ring before getting his balance back. He then ignores the remaining pile of tables, slipping under the ring instead. After a few seconds, Zybala comes back out... pulling out a custom table painted with Buffalo colors!! The fans cheer as Zybala gets his custom, larger table into the ring, crawling in behind it and getting it set up. Warstein is finally starting to move in the corner, as Zybala makes his way over to him. He pulls Warstein up, drunkenly taking him towards the special table. He sets Warstein in place in front of it, looking to lift him up... and Warstein snaps up with a low blow!!! Zybala collapses to the side, gasping, as Warstein stays down himself.*

Hood: Ohhh, blue balls for the ghost!! I love it! Now if Warstein can just... wait a minute, whose music...

*As both wrestlers are down, "Sunday Morning After" by Amanda Marshall hits the speakers! The crowd pops, with some of them recognizing the music from their Outsiders viewing parties. A wrestler in a white full bodysuit with a red cross comes out of the back, this time carrying a sign that reads "Sunday Night Rush!"!! The masked man walks down the aisle, earning the cheers of the crowd as he makes his way in.*

Hood: Fuck, Sunday again? I mean, I get it, it's HIS day, but he has no reason to be involved again here, even if he DOES have issues with Warstein!

*Sunday pulls himself into the ring, heading over towards Warstein. He grabs the man, hauling him up, and grabs him by the head, taking him over to the table! He lays Warstein partially on the table, then turns back to Zybala, who is struggling to get up after the low blow. Sunday helps him up, pointing over towards Warstein, apparently saying that Zybala has to do it. Zybala nods, stumbling over towards Warstein, reaching out for him. Sunday, meanwhile, hits the ropes and runs forward... nailing Zybala in the back of the head with a Superman Punch!!! Zybala falls onto the table, knocked out, as Sunday gets up, excited!*

Hood: What the hell? Did Sunday finally wise up??

*Warstein struggles to get up, getting a helping hand from Sunday. He looks as the masked man, hearing "Get up, ya cunt!" and smiles. Sunday then reaches up, pulling off his mask... to reveal that it's Noah Jackson!!! The crowd starts heavily booing as Jackson pats his father on the arm, telling him to finish it. Warstein, though, wants them to do it together, so the two men pull the dazed Zybala up, kicking him in the stomach and then both lifting him up into powerbomb position! Zybala can't break free, as the two men send him through the table, leaving it a mound of debris as the bell sounds!*

Minos: Here is your winner, and STILL GCWA North American Champion... Shawn Warstein!!

Hood: Yes!!! I love this ending!! And a great use of Sunday!! The only thing that would make this better would be to rub it into Adrian's face... damn, I've still got one more match, I need a little back-up out here...

*Warstein and Jackson celebrate together, with Jackson making sure to raise up Warstein's hand. The two men opt to clear out, though, as Lucas Thames and Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn come running down, sliding under the ropes. They stand around the still-downed Zybala, glaring over at the departing Legacy members, who look pleased enough with how things went in this one.*


GCWA World Heavyweight Title match
Mack O'Connor(c) (7-1-1) vs. Betsy Granger (7-1)

Hood: So are we ready for the main event? Is Adrian coming back? Or am I doing this one solo?

*The crowd reacts mostly with boos as Deana Barrows makes her way out of the back, her usual sly smile on her face as she walks down the aisle.*

Hood: Now this is more like it!

*Deana comes around to where the new table has been set up, joining Hood.*

Hood: It's wonderful to see you, Ms. Barrows!

Deana Barrows: Hello, Mr. Hood. I'm glad to be here.

Hood: So I take it Adrian's not going to be returning?

Deana Barrows: No, although not by his choice. Mr. Rockwell wanted to come back, but we can't afford any concussion issues, so he's taking the rest of the night off.

Hood: And Jones?

Deana Barrows: *sigh* That was... my mistake. I should have just come out here earlier.

Hood: Oh, understandable, of course. But I'm pleased to work with you now!

Minos: It's now time for our main event of the evening... this will be for the GCWA Heavyweight Championship of the World!!

*Loud cheers from the crowd, as they're feeling it after such a long night of action, but they're still ready for more.*

Minos: First, introducing our special ringside enforcer for this match... standing 6'4" and weighing 411 lbs... from Phoenix, Arizona... a former two-time GCWA World Heavyweight Champion and a GCWA Hall of Famer... here is The Big Bifford!!

*"Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio begins to play, bringing out the Big Bifford from the back. Despite his earlier physical brawl, Bifford is still moving okay, although he looks very different than usual in an apparent moo-moo referee's shirt.*

Hood: What on earth is Bifford wearing??

Deana Barrows: Does he not understand that an enforcer is there to keep the peace, not to ref the match?

Hood: Knowing Bifford, he probably thinks he'll be running this, just because of what happened with that ref last Friday.

Deana Barrows: Ah yes, the quick count-out. So strange, wasn't it? I hope Bifford isn't too angry tonight when working this event...

Minos: And now, introducing the challenger... she stands 5'9" and weighing 130 lbs... from Toronto, Canada... she is the GCWA 2020 Righteous Rumble winner and #1 Contender... "The Impossible Traveler" Betsy Granger!!

*A single spotlight hits the stage as Fame on Fire’s cover of "Blinding Lights" begins its first few beats. As the band kicks in, Betsy Granger hits the stage with her signature dab before skipping down the ramp to the beat of the song. She slaps hands with fans along the way before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. She bounces back up to her feet quickly and hops into every corner, climbing up the rope to play with the crowd a little more. When she’s finished, she starts to pace around the ring, stretching and getting her game face ready.*

Hood: I saw that Betsy spent some time recently at a Bills playoff game with her beau, James Raven.

Deana Barrows: Of course, she would be supporting her man...

Hood: She also battled aliens from other dimensions and destroyed them with her own power...

Deana Barrows: She... did what?

Hood: The GCWA's a crazy place, Ms. Barrows...

Minos: Her opponent... standing 6'3" and weighing 220 lbs... from Brooklyn, New York... here is the GCWA World Heavyweight Champion... Mack O'Connor!!

*"Vagabond" by the Greenskeepers hits. Mack O'Connor walks out on the stage and walks directly to the ring, dressed in jeans and a black tank top. He occasionally raises an arm to acknowledge and get a rise out of the fans. He slides into the ring and starts pacing in his corner. He doesn’t talk trash to his opponent but he makes sure to stare them down, letting them know he means business.*

Hood: O'Connor apparently had to deal with some issues with his parole. I assume you and The Accelerator got involved in that as well.

Deana Barrows: Yes, there were a few issues to deal with, which I admittedly didn't know about early in O'Connor's return. Since Legacy decided they didn't need my services, though, I had more time to correct small errors...

Hood: Still, O'Connor loses here tonight, he goes back to prison, right?

Deana Barrows: Perhaps...

*The Bell Rings.*

Hood: Okay, so now we decide it. I guess it's obvious who you're rooting for, isn't it?

Deana Barrows: Oh, I'm completely unbiased in this one, Hood. Mack O'Connor has proven himself a worthy champion. Betsy Granger did win the Righteous Rumble to earn this opportunity. Both would be strong champions going forward.

Hood: So you're not rooting for anyone here?

Deana Barrows: I'm simply excited to see two excellent wrestlers in action.

Hood: Well, that's surprising to me, but I'm glad...

Deana Barrows: Now, would Betsy be in this position if I had not arranged for her to be the #30 entrant? And having the other members of Legacy come in after her? Probably not. But that doesn't mean I hold a grudge against her for being the voice that ended my alliance with Legacy.

Hood: ... Well, let's get to the match!

*The referee does a quick check of Betsy Granger, making sure she's not concealing any illegal weapons. On the other side, O'Connor waits, patient... at least until The Big Bifford comes through the ropes and starts checking HIM over. When O'Connor starts to protest, telling Bifford to get off of him, Bifford pushes him back, telling him to respect the shirt. The GCWA ref, seeing this, comes over, asking Bifford to leave the ring, with Bifford saying that this was just what he was waiting for, and pulls the ref to the side to start asking him about who the ref was from last week. The ref in the ring shakes his head, denying any knowledge, as O'Connor walks forward, confused. Seeing this, though, Granger runs in from the side, jumping up and catching O'Connor with the Plante de Visage (Hurricanrana Driver)!!!*

Hood: Granger takes immediate advantage of the Bifford distraction!

Deana Barrows: She has always been willing to take advantage of opportunities that someone else gives her...

<>i> *Granger has dropped on top of O'Connor, holding onto a leg for the pin. The ref, seeing it, pushes past Bifford and dives in for the count... 1... and the ref is quickly dragged up by Bifford, who tells him to take a hike! Bifford then drops next to the wrestlers instead... 1... and O'Connor has already kicked out, rolling to his side. Bifford, though, hits 2, before finally stopping, standing up and declaring that the fall was THAT close. Granger, disappointed, tells Bifford to get a life before going back to O'Connor, hauling him up. O'Connor, though, immediately lifts Granger up as he rises, getting a surprised Granger on his shoulder as he takes a step forward, landing a powerslam! The fans seem somewhat split, an interesting development considering Legacy's involvement. Granger rolls to the side, as O'Connor doesn't go for the pin just yet.*

Hood: So far, it's looking pretty even, as O'Connor showed he can make a comeback.

Deana Barrows: I wish the actual referee could have searched him, considering that Mr. O'Connor's been known to carry a shiv on him.

Hood: Not a knife?

Deana Barrows: No, remember, there's a big difference between a shiv and a knife...

Hood: Oh, believe me, I know...

*Deana looks at Hood a little quizically, as we refocus on the ring. The ref has finally managed to convince The Big Bifford to go outside and wait, just in case someone else tries to get involved. Bifford still wants to talk about the 'other' ref, but he's willing to wait in his moo-moo. Meanwhile, O'Connor has gotten Granger in the corner, punching away at her. He's showing no reluctance to hit a woman, respecting her enough to fight her full out. He gets Granger out of the corner and gets her by the side, delivering a side suplex to put her on the canvas. O'Connor then makes the cover, with the correct ref dropping down next to them... 1... 2.. and Granger easily kicks out in time. O'Connor quickly switches it over to a headlock, keeping Granger on the mat as he lands a couple more shots to the head.*

Hood: O'Connor is really hammering away at Granger.

Deana Barrows: There are a lot of closed fists there, though. I should ask Bifford if he'll enforce that or not. But then, Betsy has asked me not to interfere...

Hood: What a shame...

*The referee watches closely as O'Connor slowly brings Granger up. He throws her towards the ropes, waiting for her to rebound as he goes for a clothesline. But Granger ducks under the clothesline and keeps running, hitting the other side and leaping into O'Connor with a flying splash, taking O'Connor to the mat! The ref is there... 1... 2.. and O'Connor kicks out in time! Both wrestlers get up, with O'Connor trying to grab Granger to slow her down, but Granger quickly twists around him, grabbing his arm and managing to twist O'Connor to the mat, applying an armbar takedown! She holds onto it, trying to keep the larger wrestler down, as the ref checks on the champion. O'Connor looks to have no intention of tapping out, but he's definitely feeling it from Granger.*

Hood: You think Raven has been teaching Granger some of O'Connor's weak points?

Deana Barrows: I'm certain the two of them have been... wrestling together. As for knowledge, yes, she's probably picked up something from him.

Hood: I would think so, as Legacy wants to get that World Title back in their hands...

*We see The Big Bifford standing on the outside, seemingly searching each person at ringside to see if any of them look a little 'ninja-like'. Inside the ring, O'Connor is working his way up, trying to break Granger's hold on his arm. Granger tries to get him in the back of the knee to drop him back down, but O'Connor manages to avoid the worst of it, allowing him to pull himself free. Granger takes a step back, then immediately goes for a dropkick, but O'Connor sidesteps it, with Granger crashing onto her back! O'Connor quickly grabs her by the legs, smirking before dropping backwards, catapulting Granger up... and over the ropes!! Granger flies downwards... right into The Big Bifford's arms!! Bifford hangs onto her for a second, looking confused, before putting Granger down to the side. Granger, stunned, takes a step or two back, as Bifford considers her, possibly not remembering who she is.*

Deana Barrows: That could be seen as a lucky break for Betsy...

Hood: Yeah, plus Bifford forgot that she was involved in throwing him out of the Rumble...

Deana Barrows: It'd be a shame if someone 'reminded' him, wouldn't it?

*Granger has quickly gone back into the ring, not trusting Bifford to stay impartial. She gets up, unable to stop herself from glancing back one more time... which allows O'Connor to catch her with a running clothesline! Granger's down, even as O'Connor gives Bifford a raised eyebrow. Bifford does seem to recognize Mack, staring at him once again. O'Connor, shrugging, pulls Granger back up, lifting her into the air to land a belly-to-back suplex! Granger's stunned, with O'Connor rolling on top of her for another cover... 1... 2... and Granger manages to kick out in time. O'Connor drags her back up, looking to maybe go for the Hollow Point (Stunner to Temple)!! But Granger pulls away, falling backwards out of range!*

Hood: Both wrestlers are going to be trying to avoid finishers, of course.

Deana Barrows: It's amazing how everyone always knows the moves to avoid going into the matches, yet more than half the time they still fall to them.

Hood: Knowing about them and avoiding them are two different things...

*O'Connor goes after Granger again, not letting her get too far away. He grabs Granger by the hair, hauling her up, as the referee circles around them. Suddenly, Bifford is coming into the ring, declaring that pulling the hair is, in fact, illegal. He gets between Granger and O'Connor, telling O'Connor that the only fair solution is for Granger to get to pull his hair. Of course, O'Connor points at his bald head, saying it's not happening. But Bifford has come prepared, reaching into his moo-moo referee shirt and pulling out... a wig!! He goes to put it on O'Connor, with Mack batting it away, calling it ridiculous! Bifford angrily says that a rule is a rule, as O'Connor throws up his hands and goes around him... and Granger catches O'Connor with Down You Go (Cobra Clutch Legsweep)!!! Granger quickly makes the cover, hanging on as both the referee and Bifford drop to count... 1..(1...). 2..(2..). and O'Connor kicks out!*

Hood: O'Connor nearly lost his title to a two referee count!

Deana Barrows: I know Bifford would bring an unpredictable element to this match. So far, I have not been disappointed.

Hood: But he does seem to be siding more with Granger so far...

Deana Barrows: The night is young...

*Granger pulls herself up, looking to finish things once and for all. Unfortunately, in her way is Bifford, who wants to show her how close his pin count was. Granger, not caring, pushes Bifford's arm away from her... and Bifford reacts as if gutshot, falling backwards to the ground and holding his side! He yells out to the timekeeper to ring the bell, groaning as he fights to get back up, saying that Granger put her hands on a referee! Granger, startled, shakes her head and tells the real ref it's not true, with the ref agreeing with her and saying that the match continues. Granger demands that Bifford back off, and let her fight tonight, with Bifford still acting as if he's hurt. Granger shakes her head, not realizing that O'Connor has slid up behind her, pulling Granger down into a roll-up!! 1... 2... and Granger barely kicks out in time!*

Hood: Man, Bifford's really playing the part, including how fragile our referees normally are.

Deana Barrows: I have tried to up their health care plans and get them exercising more to make them stronger, but it has not been entirely successful...

*The ref works to get The Big Bifford to leave the ring once again, as Granger gets to her feet. She tries to come at O'Connor to regain control, but O'Connor meets her with a Lou Thesz tackle, punching away at her on the canvas!! The fans cheer as O'Connor gets up off of her, tugging Granger up with him. He immediately double underhooks her and tosses her to the side with a double underhook slam, driving her down once more! O'Connor then makes another cover, trying to hang on... 1... 2... and Granger kicks out in time! O'Connor slaps the mat, a little frustrated with the count, and from the outside, Bifford slaps the mat as well, seemingly ordering the ref to count faster next time. O'Connor shakes his head and moves to the side, preparing himself as he waits for Granger to rise.*

Hood: I think we're about to see a Claymore! Or maybe a Hollow Point!

Deana Barrows: I think we're about to see if The Big Bifford earns his money here...

Hood: Wait, what do you... oh, I see... here comes Raven!

*James Raven is walking down the aisle, making his way to the ring. He looks annoyed and a little concerned as he comes to ringside, immediately getting up onto the apron. Seeing this, the ref comes over, ordering Raven to back off, which catches O'Connor's attention. He nods to Raven, saying that he's fine fighting him too. But at the same time, The Big Bifford is coming around the ring, walking up and ordering Raven to come down from the apron. Raven stares at Bifford, probably wondering what the hell the guy is wearing out here in public. He drops down, getting in Bifford's face, showing no fear. O'Connor, slightly interested in what's going on, decides to get back to business. He goes to grab Granger up for a Claymore, but Granger reverses, dropping O'Connor down... and locking him into Tuez Les Etoiles (Indian Deathlock Surfoboard)!!!*

Hood: That's Granger's finisher!! She's going to make Mack tap out!!

Deana Barrows: Well, now, that's a surprising development...

Hood: Man, if O'Connor submits to a woman, he's going to be a prison bitch for the rest of his stay!

*O'Connor is grimacing as he fights against the hold, with Granger really working him over. The referee, busy with watching Bifford and Raven, doesn't realize what's going on yet as O'Connor fights towards the nearby ropes, trying to get to them. Raven, seeing this, pushes Bifford, telling him to back off. Bifford sticks a finger in his face, though, reminded that Raven was one of the men who cost him the Righteous Rumble. He grabs Raven by the throat, with Raven fighting back to get free! Meanwhile, in the ring, O'Connor has managed to get to the ropes... but there's no signal for a break, so Granger just keeps the hold on, wearing out the champion!!*

Good: We've got a fight between Raven and Bifford, and it's proving to be unfortunate for the champ!!

Deana Barrows: It is, isn't it? Excuse me...

*Hood looks over in surprise as Deana drops her headset and gets up, getting herself into the ring!! Granger, seeing her, looks like she's expecting a kick, but Deana just steps right past her, going over to the referee and telling him to turn around! The ref turns, seeing what's going on, and immediately runs over, demanding that there be a break! He starts a five count, even as Deana yells to security to get involved. They move in, grabbing hold of Raven, trying to break him off from Bifford. Deana nods as Bifford is freed, looking a little surprised, but enjoying security working for him for a change. He makes the signature referee move, pointing to the back, throwing out Raven!! Security moves Raven backwards, with Raven looking extremely upset at how this is going.*

Hood: Wow, Deana just legally got everything back under control! I mean, it doesn't do Betsy much good, but I guess I can see... uh oh...

*As Deana turns around, ready to head back to the announce table, she comes face-to-face with a furious Betsy Granger!! Deana backs up a step, surprised, as Granger looks ready to kick her ass! Deana begs off, saying she was just trying to get things under control, but Granger is pissed about Raven being taken away. Granger rears back to take a shot, but The Big Bifford is now sliding into the ring, getting between them! Bifford tells Granger that he'll handle this, turning towards a smiling Deana... and doing the signal again, throwing out Deana!! The co-owner of the GCWA is beside herself, telling Bifford that he can't do that, but Bifford definitely seems to think he can, ordering her away. Granger, unable to stop herself from laughing at Deana's face, turns back... and O'Connor kicks her in the ribs, then double-underhooks her, dropping with the Claymore!!! A hurting O'Connor covers, as both Bifford and the real ref drop... 1...(1...) 2...(2...) 3!! (3!!)*

Minos: Here is your winner... and still the GCWA Heavyweight Champion of the World... Mack O'Connor!!

Hood: Oh, damn!! Out of nowhere, O'Connor takes advantage and survives!! I don't know if that's what Deana was going for, but it's what we got!!

*O'Connor rolls away, trying to recover after having been caught in Granger's submission for so long. The Big Bifford goes over to him, yanking O'Connor painfully up, and immediately lifting up his arm, keeping O'Connor painfully upright for several moments before he lets go.*

Hood: Well, Bifford's done with his ref duties, I suppose... well, for the third time tonight, I'm left alone here at the broadcast table. At least Deana wasn't injured. Oh, wait, here she comes!

*Deana Barrows has returned to the announce table, grabbing the headset.*

Deana Barrows: Sorry about that, Hood. Things got... a little out of hand...

Hood: That's okay, Ms. Barrows, it was wonderful working with you. It's been a great night!

Deana Barrows: Yes, it has, but I'm afraid I need to be going. The work never stops when you're in charge, you know. We will talk soon, yes?

Hood: Of course! I have some great ideas for you...

*But Deana is already leaving, heading towards a group of GCWA security that is waiting for her. Betsy Granger has sat up in the ring, trying to recover, looking over at the retreating security group. She looks back at Mack O'Connor, who has gotten to his feet with the World Title in his hands.*

Hood: Well, everyone, it's been a hell of a night! We will see you next Friday!!

*The last shot is of Mack O'Connor stepping through the ropes and carefully getting down onto the outside, still favoring his legs. He looks pleased with the result, however, as he walks away.*


OOC: Hey all, hope everyone enjoyed the show! I honestly felt this was one of the hardest shows I've ever had to grade, as so many sets were so similarly graded that I had to go down to the slightest items to make my decisions. I was very impressed with all the rp'ing, so thanks to all of you for being part of this. Thanks also to Outcast and Ka'Derrion for writing matches for the show, which helps out a great deal, believe me. Good night all!

GCWA Friday Night Inferno

LIVE! Friday, February 5th, 2021

From the GCWA Arena, Dallas, TX

Opener

TBD

Mid-Card

Miss Fury & Thunder Knuckles vs. Wrath of the Storm

Justice Cross vs. Aaron Warthog

Alessandro Quagliaterre vs. Spruce Goose

Legacy (Shawn Warstein & James Raven) vs. Meki Bets & Shootah

PerZag vs. Blood Dragon

The Malvados(c) vs. The Impasta Mafia, Outsiders Tag-Team Titles match

Main Event

TBD

Roleplaying will be from Sunday, January 31st to Wednesday, February 3rd, giving you 4 days to post your roleplay. Remember, each must be in before 12:00am CST to count.

Good luck to all!