Hood: Hey, everyone loves getting a pep talk, Adrian. It always works in the movies.

Hood: How is this guy still able to move at his age?

Rockwell: Probably through training, maybe saying some prayers, could be about eating vitamins...

Hood: What? I mean, I saw Space Lord attack, but what did Daniels do besides defend himself?

Rockwell: You're seriously going to act like you didn't see that?

Rockwell: It probably will take something away from the move...

Rockwell: This wrestler has all sorts of tricks we just haven't seen from him yet, that so far has him undefeated in the GCWA!

Rockwell: I won't take anything away from Ryot's wrestling ability. I just wish he didn't rely on dirty tactics...

Hood: You mean like having brass knuckles in your fanny pack? Stop being a hypocrite, Adrian!

Rockwell: Why am I a hypocrite? I don't even HAVE a fanny pack!

Hood: Damn it!

Rockwell: Instead, Marshall is moving forward in the tournament, no matter his condition... and he could find himself facing his tag-team partner in a few week's time!

*The referee checks on Marshall, who is flexing his arm back and forth. He nods to the ref, saying he's okay, although it's hard to tell if he's putting on an act or not. Ryot has rolled out of the ring, looking disappointed. He heads to collect his championship, as we cut out.*

*We cut outside to the doorway of The Garden that Zybala had uprooted from Survivor Island. Uber-Man is standing in front of the door, clutching a piece of paper. He looks at the paper and then proceeds to enter the greenhouse. The Garden is a serene sight, filled with many exotic flowers and birds. Uber-Man looks around and spots Zybala tending to some flowers. He walks over and taps Zybala on the shoulder. Zybala turns around and smiles. Zybala offers a handshake, which Uber-Man accepts.*

Zybala: Uber-Man! Always a pleasure. Thank you for accepting my invitation.

Uber-Man: You're very welcome... How may I be of service?

Zybala: I wanted to thank you personally for evening the odds at Crescendo.

Uber-Man: You're welcome. I have been perfecting my chair swings. I've come a long way.

Zybala: It shows. You saved my bacon twice now, and I always repay my debts. You've been Outsiders World champion for a while now, but haven't had a match lately. That's gotta hurt the wallet.

Uber-Man: My aunt gives me a decent allowance. But I suppose I could always use some extra money for snacks and stuff.

*Zybala starts to walk, motioning for Uber-Man to follow. Uber-Man does, while taking in the beautiful scenery around him.*

Zybala: You've been making appearances lately, but not fighting. Your fans have missed seeing their hero in action. I think it's time for you to finally see in-ring action. I also think you should be in a match against your new found rival, Lord Allton. I know he's been busy with Warthog lately, but I think adding one more person would only make the excitement of the action all that much grander. What do you think?

*Zybala stops at a nearby flower bush, plucks a flower from it, and hands it to Uber-Man. Uber takes it, pondering what Zybala just said. Zybala continues.*

Zybala: Just think of it. Uber-Man! Champion of the people! Hero to the weak! Holder of every Outsiders championship! I know which of my stars to push. After all, this is about us getting X-Box X Ones. The others are simply there to just.... bolster the ratings...

Uber-Man: I mean... I do like inspiring the people... And I would like to have an Xbox. I just don't know if I have what it takes anymore.

*Zybala looks shocked. He stops walking and turns to face the hero.*

Zybala: What is this blasphemy that I'm hearing? "Don't have what it takes?" Michael "Uber-Man" Roth! You are the second longest reigning Outsiders World Champion in HISTORY! Your streak has even beaten the likes of Matt Meyhu! You do have what it takes, and if you feel like you don't, why not go out on top? Win all the titles and then retire as the champ! Besides, don't you want revenge on Allton for telling you that he found your mom, then brought out that bitch Carol Baskins as a horrible joke?!?

*Anger replaces the doubt in Uber-Man's eyes as Zybala keeps talking, but we no longer hear it. We go back to Hood and Rockwell.*

Rockwell: It seems like Zybala is starting to stir things up in that garden of his...

Rockwell: More tournament matches on the way soon!

*We head to another commercial break.*

*There's a close-up of a locker-room door, and the camera slowly pans upwards, the cinematography really building the tension and stirring up the crowd. The camera continues to rise, the anticipation brewing, and it stops on a nameplate that reads "Hope". Half of the crowd, mostly all of the female fans in attendance, ignite.*

Rockwell: Oh boy, this should be good! This young star crash-landed in GCWA this week!

Hood: We'll see if she can live up to it!

*The camera circles sideways and shows Deana Barrows waiting outside her locker room. She checks her watch, looking a little annoyed. She taps her knuckles on the door, and is forced to wait outside a few moments longer as there isn't an immediate answer.*

Deana Barrows: I mean... we had a scheduled time.

*Finally, the door is pulled open and Lissie Hope appears in the doorway, smirking at Deana who quickly puts on her professional face.*

Deana Barrows: Lissie, hello! So we wanted to officially welcome you to GCWA tonight and check in, make sure everything's going well! We are all very excited to see you compete against Chels--

*Lissie Hope pokes her head out of the room and looks around.*

Lissie Hope: What's this "we" shit? I only see you. They sent you?

*Deana is a little flustered.*

Lissie Hope: I mean, and no disrespect, but you know how condescending it is to only send the female staff member to welcome the new female superstar to this company? I bet they're pissed off, aren't they? All the big boys, they don't like this, right? They wanted Ed Houston or Curt Canon in the main event, didn't they? But they had no other choice. The people spoke. The ratings won't lie.

Deana Barrows: Believe me when I say we are very excited for this match tonight with Chels--

Lissie Hope: Nobody is excited for Chelsea LeClair. Let's get that straight. They aren't here to see Chelsea LeClair. Did you see an uptick in ticket sales this week? I don't know about you, but that sounds like a packed house in there. And they ain't here to see Chelsea.

Deana Barrows: That's unfair, Lissie. With all due respect, Chelsea is a gifted athlete who's been highly successful, and recently, I might add.

Lissie Hope: Chelsea LeClair is a dirty tweaker who lucked into a first-round match with me. She needs to thank me for this main-event privalege, because it ain't gonna happen for her again.

Deana Barrows: What happens if you lose, Lissie? You're really building up these expectations to win, but if she catches you, if she shocks the world and defeats you...

Lissie Hope: Then I guess you'll just have to see, ain't 'ya? Please excuse me, Deana... I've got a match to prepare for.

Deana Barrows: Good luck.

*The camera cuts back to ringside.*

Hood: Well, damn! That was intense! I like her energy, I like her confidence!

Rockwell: And I've heard through the grapevine that she spirals downhill every time she doesn't meet her expectations! So we'll see how this goes, but this is going to be a hell of a main-event! Historic!

Warriors of the Ring Tournament, First Round Match
Curt Canon (2-2) vs. Jack Puffer (12-3)

Rockwell: And now, it's time for a first-round match like no other. We take you to the Mustard Factory...the site where Jack Puffer and Curt Canon will do battle.

Rockwell: Hey! Watch it with that R-word, Hood. Let's cut to the factory!

*We cut to the Mustard Factory. A lot has been done since we last visited the humble, meager grounds. Three buildings have been erected...all out of solid wood. We can go ahead and call them cabins if that helps with the imagery. The entire collection of Mustard members are standing around a communal area. The picnic tables and other site accoutrements have been displaced...giving our two competitors room to fight. The Modern Day Crusader, a man who has taken it upon himself to be the vocal leader, speaks.*

Modern Day Crusader: Ladies and Gentlemen...my fellow seedlings! Welcome to a special first-round match of the Warriors of the Ring tournament! Two founding fathers will do battle for the right to advance in pro wrestlings greatest event!

*The Factory members do their best to make noise. Alice lets out a few HOOTS.*

Modern Day Crusader: Introducing first...

*The hard rock version of James Bond's theme plays. A tiny car pulls up. Uber Man steps out. He walks to the back and pulls the door open. JACK PUFFER emerges. The factory members act surprised. Puffer raises an eyebrow into the camera before marching into the cleared area.*

Rockwell: And there he is! Back in action for the first time since Blood on the Battlefield!

Hood: Oh, thanks for that bit of exposition, Rockwell.

*Puffer pats The Modern Day Crusader on the back. TMDC says something about the trash needing to be hauled off. Puffer sighs and nods, "Okay, after the match." Puffer then walks over to Alice and asks about her owls. They get into a conversation nobody really cares about.*

The Modern Day Crusader: And, his opponent...a fellow founding father...he's won lots of titles and, I'm told, is in a Hall of Fame. Ladies and Gentlemen...the man who has yet to finish installing the light fixture that was supposed to have been operational a week ago...he's busy living the High Life...CURT CANON!

*That song by Trust Company Curt has used for decades that I suddenly can't remember plays. He comes swinging out of nowhere on a vine. We hear a loud SCREECH. Checkers is hanging onto the vine just beneath him. They let go and soar through the hair, performing a superhero landing right in the middle of the Mustard Factory members. They all applaud. Uber walks up, getting between Puffer and Alice.*

The Modern Day Crusader: Okay, now, out of respect for his yellowness, Colonel Mustard, this is going to be a clean fight. No weapons. No cheating. The best man will win. Oh, and, according to Mustard Law...you're each given a person in your corner.

*Curt makes a click sound out of the corner of his mouth, winking at Checkers. Checkers, a tiny monkey, jumps up and down, excitedly.*

The Modern Day Crusader: Okay, should have guessed. Jack?

*Jack walks over, placing his arm around John E Depth.*

Jack Puffer: I've got John in my corner. We've made a pact, TMDC. We're taking this wrestling stuff seriously. He's turned a new leaf. I've got his back and he's got mine.

The Modern Day Crusader: You've come a long way, Depth. Proud of ya. Alright...now...let's...

*The entire Factory freezes! Time stands still! The grass starts to dance, violently. Everyone's hair is thrown around like Tina Turner when dinner isn't ready for Ike. They look up and spot a LIME GREEN CHOPPER.*

The Modern Day Crusader: Mother of...

Uber Man: Dear me

Shootah: It's...it's...

Greg: mmm...GLORIOUS

*A legend among men steps out of the chopper. He drops to the ground, sticking the landing. The OCW Hall of Fame Title is around his waist. It's lime, for obvious reasons. He looks around...the man's presence knocks five people out, cold. Stepping forward, he asks TMDC for the mic.*

*The man, the myth, the legend...MATT FUCKING MEYHU is not only on GCWA Television...but he's at the Mustard Factory. He brings the mic to his mouth. He turns his head to the right...the Mustard Factory members gasp. He turns his head to the left...the Mustard Factory members gasp. He hands the mic back to TMDC. Everyone goes wild.*

Hood: The man doesn't even have to speak and he cuts a better promo than everyone else in this business.

*Meyhu gives TMDC a sharp pat on the back, knocking him forward. Meyhu, wearing a lime jacket, unzips it and tosses it into the crowd. Tony the Spider catches it and faints. Underneath the jacket is a lime and black striped ref shirt! *

The Modern Day Crusader: Alright! It appears as though Mr. Meyhu is going to be the special enforcer slash referee for this match! My gosh! What an addition!

Rockwell: As if this match could get any bigger!

Hood: I'm so hard right now.

The Modern Day Crusader: Alright...let's get it on!

*TMDC claps his hands together. Nobody really gets the reference. Canon and Puffer circle one another. Meyhu stands back, admiring his lime/black ref shirt. Shootah takes off running, he locates a dinner triangle hanging from a tree. He rings it and rings it...and rings it. Curt and Jack look at one another, waiting for the ringing to end. Finally, Depth yells out.*

John E Depth: WE GOT IT, SHOOTAH!

*Shootah nods and heads back into the audience. Curt and Puffer move to lock up! But Canon backs away. He heads over and drops to a knee, conferring with Checkers.*

Checkers: Ooh-Ooh-Ahh-Ahh

*Canon nods, indicating it's some good advice. He stands up. Puffer and Curt begin to circle each other for a second time. Meyhu kicks around some dirt, it hits Checkers in the face. Checkers screeches. Meyhu flexes his bicep. Checkers is all like 'nevermind.' Puffer and Canon move to lock up! But Puffer backs away! He turns and confers with Depth.*

Puffer: Mhm, yea, mhm

Depth: Right, yea, sure, do that.

Puffer: Mhm, gotcha.

*Puffer stands up and turns his focus onto Canon. The members chant "MUS-TARD!" it seems as though this match might officially begin! Puffer and Canon circle and they lock up! Puffer applies a side headlock. "Alright! Got ya now, Curt!" Curt, however, shoves Puffer off! The Good Detective runs and runs and runs...and runs.*

Rockwell: He's just...running.

Hood: There aren't any ropes to stop him.

*Puffer finally stops and looks around, "Why am I running?" He turns around. Canon charges forward and leaps into the air with a dropkick! It sends Puffer crashing through the door of the largest building on the Mustard Factory property. TMDC can be heard yelling "NO!" But, it's too late. Puffer tumbles into the building while Curt gives chase. The rest of the members hurry forward.*

Rockwell: Such hard work put into those facilities...and it's in danger of being wrecked during this match.

Hood: Hey, these idiots were the ones who thought it'd be nice to hold a 'friendly' competition out there. They get what they fuckin deserve.

*Canon steps in, our cameras follow. He pulls Puffer to his feet. We look around and recognize the room as some kind of a HALL. Canon chops Puffer across the chest. Puffer backs up, against a wall. Canon throws another chop. But Puffer ducks...Canon's hand slams into the wooden wall. He grabs his hand and yells. Puffer grabs Canon and throws him to their right. He stumbles into what looks like...a LOUNGE.*

Rockwell: First a hall and now a lounge. This is all feeling so very familiar...but I can't quite put my finger on it.

Hood: How many rooms did they build inside that fuckin building. I hate these guys but, shit, they've been busy.

*Canon braces his momentum against a giant, leather couch. Seated on the couch is a woman dressed in blue. She stands, surprised by the intrusion. She offers Canon a CANDLESTICK. Canon waves her off. He turns around and eats a Big Boot from Puffer!! Canon tumbles over the couch, crashing through a coffee table on the other side. The woman in blue stuffs the Candlestick into her purse and runs off. Puffer hops over the couch and grabs Curt by the hair. He says, "Sorry about this, pal" and begins to punch him in the head. Meyhu struts into the lounge. The look on his face says, "This place is a shit hole." He turns his focus onto Puffer and Canon. He sees the fists but lets it go. Meyhu has always been a fan of the fist. Checkers pleads with Meyhu to stop it, but Meyhu throws a kick at the tiny Simien, sending him screeching away. Depth yells instructions from off-screen. Puffer pulls Canon to his feet...Canon is woozy. Puffer drills him in the gut with a knee and hooks him for a powerbomb! He hoists Canon up...but Curt wraps his legs around Puffer and tosses him to the side with a hurricanrana!!! Puffer crashes through another door. TMDC yells, 'NOT AGAIN!' Puffer stumbles into...A DINING ROOM. Canon drops to one knee, holding his head.*

Rockwell: And now they are in the Dining Room.

Hood: No, definitely not forced.

*Curt rises, entering the dining room. For some weird reason, there are no candlesticks. Puffer, leaning over the table, hears Canon coming. He spins violently, throwing a back elbow. But Curt ducks and grabs an off-balanced Puffer from behind, waist locking The Good Detective. He leaps onto Jack's back, trying to apply a sleeper. Puffer tosses Curt forward...Canon lands on his feet atop the dining table. He throws a soccer kick into Puffer's face...it creates a loud "SMACK!" Meyhu, standing in the corner, winces saying "Ouch. That had to hurt." Jack grabs his nose and heads toward the back of the dining room. Curt runs across the table, lengthwise, he leaps into the air and delivers a flying knee into the back of Jack's head. Puffer crashes into the KITCHEN. A woman in a french maid outfit squeals...Puffer's body tumbles at her feet.*

Rockwell: They've made their way into the kitchen!

Rockwell: I'm surprised by a lot of things about this place, to be honest.

*Appalled by Puffer's rude introduction, the french maid...dressed mostly in white...offers Canon some ROPE. Canon declines. She exits, carrying her rope. Canon, instead, pulls Puffer up and slams him, face-first into the granite kitchen countertop. Puffer rubs his hand along the granite and, before he falls to the ground, asks, "When did we get this and how much did it cost?" He hits the ground. Canon jumps on him for a pin. Meyhu lifts his leg, stomping on the ground. 1...2...NO!*

Rockwell: Our first pin of the match...almost a three count!

Hood: No...I want to know why there's rope in the fucking kitchen. Is the morale in that place really that fucking low?

*Canon is back on his feet. He reaches down to grab Puffer by his very THICK AND FULL head of hair. Puffer locates a cabinet and slings it open, smacking Canon in the face. This gives The Good Detective enough time to crawl to his feet. He reaches up, snaring the edge of the counter...he stands. He spots a bowl of delicious fruit. He grabs an apple and takes a bite. "AWW MAN!" he yells, revealing that it's plastic. He throws the plastic apple at Curt, hitting him in the face. Pissed off, Canon dives forward, grabbing a banana from the bowl of artificial fruit. Jack takes off, stumbling into...a BALLROOM. He pauses, looking overhead...a disco ball hangs from the ceiling. Canon enters, banana in hand. The lights go down..."Dancing Queen" by Abba hits. The disco ball twirls. And...THE SHADOW DANCER appears, doing his thing. Puffer and Canon stand, nonplussed. Meyhu sticks his head in, frowns, and leaves, finding a way around the Ballroom.*

Rockwell: Okay, so we've got a Ballroom. You keeping track?

Hood: Obviously.

*The Shadow Dancer twirls on one foot, his toes keeping him upright. It's majestic. Canon and Puffer brawl behind him. They exit the Ballroom and fight into what appears to be a CONSERVATORY. Puffer throws a short elbow to the chin. Canon blocks it and head butts the Good Detective. Puffer stumbles against an elevated platform housing some plants. Canon raises the banana, acting as though he's going to use it with malicious intent. Puffer throws his hands up, blocking the banana. The banana is dangerously close to his eye. Canon gives it his all to send the Banana into Jack's face. But Puffer throws a kick into Canon's shin. Canon drops the Banana...Jack grabs Canon by the throat, hoists him up, spins around, and slams him into the marbled flooring of the conservatory with a sit-out powerbomb! He holds on for the pin...only...there is no Meyhu.*

Rockwell: Where is the ref? Where is the LEGEND Matt Meyhu?

Hood: Why the fuck should i know that?

*Puffer stands up, leaving Canon behind. He storms through the Conservatory and into THE BILLIARD ROOM. Meyhu is standing behind a woman in scarlet attire. It's a very suggestive posture as he shows her how to handle a stick. They stand, immediately. Puffer holds his arms out, "Dude, what the heck? I had a pin in there." Meyhu nods at the scarlet woman as if to say, "Kinda busy here, pal." Puffer's body dives, violently at Meyhu and the woman. They scatter. Canon stands behind Puffer, having delivered a spinning heel kick to the back of The Good Detective's head. Puffer, down, stares at the woman's shoes. He looks up...she slides him a wrench. Meyhu spins her around and continues chatting her up. Canon walks up, grabbing Puffer...Puffer eyes the wrench.*

Rockwell: He isn't going to use the WRENCH, is he?

Hood: Hey! On the Mustard Factory, everything is fair game.

*Now is the time. Puffer has a chance to end this match with the brutal, steel wrench. But...he tosses it under the billiard table. "No," he says. "I shall not besmirch the good colonel and his mustard." Puffer rises and shoves Canon away. Curt rolls onto the Billiard table. He grabs the cue ball and throws it at Puffer. Puffer ducks...the ball shatters a glass window behind him. TMDC, somewhere, is heard yelling, "SHIT!" The woman exits. Meyhu is left empty-handed. But, he shrugs with a smile...he's THE MARVEL...he'll be fine. Puffer swipes at Canon's legs. Canon performs a cartwheel and flips off the table, landing on his feet. Puffer hurries around the table only to receive a SUPERKICK. Canon grabs him and throws him out of the Billiard Room and into...THE LIBRARY!! Jack stumbles down, onto one knee. Canon drills him with a Shining Wizard from behind. Puffer falls down, onto his back...Canon makes the cover. Meyhu, again, using his foot, stomps. 1...2...NO!*

Rockwell: I can't tell if that stomp count is slow or fast.

Rockwell: I don't think it's either one of those, Hood.

*Canon, on his knees, looks up at Meyhu, frustrated he's yet to earn a three count. A man in purple, wearing educated glasses, is spotted reading a book entitled "Plastic Hooking." This is obviously a very cultured, sophisticated man. A professor, perhaps. Canon rises and heads his way. The man is using a dagger to filter through the pages. Canon eyes the dagger. Checkers runs in, grabbing Canon by the leg. Curt looks down...Checkers shakes his head ‘no'. Curt nods...Checkers is right. There's no need for daggers. Curt turns back around only to eat a lariat from Puffer! Canon turns inside out, landing on the wood flooring of the library. Puffer, staying on top of Canon in the face of pain and adversity, yanks him up and hurls him into the next room - A Study!! Canon tumbles around, slamming into a liquor cabinet. A man in green takes umbrage with the interruption of his pour.*

Rockwell: Daggers, rope, people in various colors....

Hood: One can only hope.

*Meyhu storms up to the man in green. The Marvel is furious over his choice in pigment. Why go green when you can go LIME? The green man argues back. Realizing Meyhu is twice his size, three times his strength, wearing a shade of green four times better than his, and is five times the man...he removes a Revolver! Everyone in and around the factory gasp. Meyhu slaps the man. The revolver hits the floor, rolling in front of Curt. Instinctively, he grabs it.*

Rockwell: Curt's got a gun!

Rockwell: Whatever!

*Puffer pulls Canon to his feet. Canon spins around and shows off The Revolver. Both men pause. "Why do we have that?" Puffer wonders. Canon shrugs, shaking it around, "Heavier than it looks." He tosses the gun to the side and the two men start to brawl. They brawl outside of The Study and back into the Hall. Meyhu finishes stomping a the green man into a Puddle of Lime Slime and hurries into The Hall...sensing this match may be nearing something resembling a finish line. Puffer has a punch blocked. Canon headbutts Puffer in the chin. The good detective is wobbly. He drops to a knee. A lead pipe rolls near him. He reaches for it. John E Depth steps into view, grabbing the pipe away from Puffer. Shaking his head, he tells John E it isn't right. More moral compassing from the corners. Puffer agrees...he returns to his feet only to receive the dropkick from hell...courtesy of Curt Canon! Puffer's body flies backward, through a door that reveals a steep decline of hard, wooden steps. CRASH! BANG! THUD! BUMP! SMASH! Puffer's body tumbles down the steps until, well, it doesn't. All is quiet. Meyhu, Canon, Depth, and Checkers all peek down, through the opened door.*

Rockwell: Oh my gosh! Jack Puffer just fell, uncontrollably, into The Cellar!

Hood: Canon should stop monkeying around and pin the idiot!

*Depth hustles down the steps, telling everyone to stay back. Meyhu is finer with this than most...that cellar looks hella dirty. Depth disappears in the darkness. Silence. Nothing. *

Rockwell: Hmm

Hood: Is that like some kind of black hole? Did we get lucky enough to lose both Depth and Puffer in one match?

*BAM! Canon, Checkers, and Meyhu all jump. Depth's voice suddenly cries out, "Get down here! Jack's in bad shape!" The trio hurry down...or, well, Canon and Checkers hurry. Meyhu takes his time, avoiding dust, grime, and other unsightly bits of debris. They reach the bottom...Checkers shows some solid parkour skills, jumping from the ground to the wall, before ricocheting through the air and yanking down on a piece of string, providing illumination. Puffer is down. He's not moving. A broken board game of CLUE is scattered across his body. His head is leaking a pretty decent amount of blood. Canon looks up at Puffer, as does Checkers. Meyhu looks at his wrist, as if there's a watch, indicating they need to get moving.*

Rockwell: Puffer's in bad shape. I know the fall was rough but why is there a board game shattered across his body?

Rockwell: I refuse to share in that form of hideous enthusiasm.

*Depth explains what happened. Canon and Checkers hesitate. Meyhu announces that they need to wrap it up...he's got shit to do. Canon doesn't seem sure. Depth stands next to Canon and pats him on the back, encouraging the OCW Hall of Famer to do what needs to be done. It's what Puffer would want. Canon conflicted, drops to his knees and covers Jack. Meyhu stomps the ground. 1! 2! 3!!!! The dinner bell outside rings.*

Colonel Mustard: The winner of the first-ever Mustard Factory match...CURT CANON!!

*Everyone pauses, the great Colonel has revealed himself yet again, announcing the winner. And, just as quickly as he came, his voice vanishes. Depth helps Canon up and raises his arm high. Curt tries to look happy but the entire situation has him bothered. Meyhu is already gone. Probably back in his chopper, halfway to Chicago by this point. Curt yanks his arm away, snapping into the moment...he hustles up the steps and yells for help. Tony, Alice, Uber, and several other Mustard Factory members rush down to tend to Puffer. As they do, Checkers locates an envelope atop a table. He hands it to Canon. Canon peeks inside...it's been opened. Whatever was inside is gone. We cut away.*

Rockwell: And that...that's the end.

Rockwell: We will update Jack's condition as soon as we have information. But, as you all know, the show must go on...

*We cut outside to the doorway of the Garden of Betrayal. We see Lord Allton in front of the door in his wheelchair, clutching a piece of paper. He glances over it and proceeds to enter the greenhouse. The Garden doors are wheelchair accessible, much to Allton's surprise. Allton looks around and sees Zybala tending some birds. Allton clears his throat loudly. Zybala looks up and smiles. Zybala walks over and offers a handshake. Allton reluctantly accepts.*

Zybala: Thank you for coming, Lord Allton. How are you feeling after that malicious attack? That was quite a fall.

*Allton looks at the birds that Zybala attends to, and smiles almost like he's reminiscing.*

Lord Allton: You know... back before I did this... I volunteered at my local zoo. It was a nice part of my life, Mr. Zybala. You should think about getting some Victoria Crowned Pigeons. Quite easy to maintain - keep to themselves mostly. They love the heat. So, here in the greenhouse would be perfect.

*Lord Allton then turns his attention to business and the smile fades.*

Lord Allton: Well... I've just got out of the hospital. I've admittedly never had a fall like that. It... was quite the fall. Congratulations are in order I suppose in your dealings with Dylan Thomas. Getting back to Mr. **Ahem** Warthog though... you can tell your friend that I will be having his head on a platter very soon.

Zybala: Thank you. I know that Dylan is your friend and you're a member of The A-List, but it shows great character that you can put that aside to congratulate me. I am truly humbled by that. However, I wouldn't call Warthog my "friend." He is merely a wrestler who has performed under the Outsider banner. I like to look after all of my Outsiders, present company very much included.

*Zybala makes a hand gesture towards Allton. Zybala starts to walk, motioning for Allton to follow. The path looks even enough, so Allton follows. Zybala grabs a nearby flower, smells it, and hands it to Allton. Confused, Allton accepts the token. Zybala continues talking.*

Zybala: You are a champion, Allton, and that makes you a target. Regardless of you distracting Aaron and costing him his X-Division belt, he eventually would have targeted you. If not him, then it would have been someone else. Right now, Aaron wants to face you as much as you want to fight him.... And as much as you want to face Uber-Man.....

*Zybala leaves the comment hanging in the air. Anger flashes over Allton's face.*

Lord Allton: "As much as you want to face Uber-Man" what, Mr. Zybala? Please... continue. No, wait.... Let me guess... I don't get Uber-Man until I deal with Warthog? Or is it that we're now on a bigger stage with GCWA? So Warthog means more money?

Zybala: You and Warthog IS big money at the moment, but I had a much grander idea. An idea that won't just get a spot on a random Inferno. I think after what's been happening with Uber-Man making run-ins and thwarting your plans, we can think bigger.

*Allton looks cautiously at Zybala, who continues.*

Zybala: I think I can talk Mr. Barrows into getting us a PAY-PER-VIEW spot. I think we can have Aaron Warthog versus Lord Allton VERSUS Uber-Man in a winner take all match! How does that sound to you?

*Allton ponders this for a moment and smiles an evil smile.*

Lord Allton: So... what you're saying is I can kill two birds....

*Allton looks over his shoulder at the birds behind him*

Lord Allton: .....Pardon the pun... with one stone?

*Zybala nods smiling.*

Lord Allton: I'm in.

Zybala: Fantastic! I wasn't sure how you would react, but I'm glad you're so receptive to the idea. I have nothing but faith in you becoming "Penny Two Belts" if that nickname tickles your fancy. I know what horse to back on this race. I believe that you are the man to be the face of Outsiders. After all, this is all about us getting PS 5s...

*Allton looks at Zybala and puts his hand over his eyes in slight embarrassment.*

Lord Allton: You uh... You can stop with the Penny Two Belts nickname. But I see what you're trying to say. I AM the face of Outsiders - I've said this from the beginning. And PS5s huh?

*Lord Allton continues to talk but we cannot hear what he says. Zybala then continues to walk, leading Lord Allton back to the door as we cut back to Hood and Rockwell...*

Rockwell: I believe Mr. Zybala is weaving some sort of web...

Rockwell: More to come soon!

*We fade to another break.*

*We return to the GCWA Suites, where The Accelerator is enjoying his favorite cool refreshment while sitting out on the balcony. The crowd can be heard cheering below. Behind him, the door opens, and Jonathan Barrows walks in.*

The Accelerator: Hello, son! Night going well for you?

Jonathan Barrows: I'd say the wrestling has been above average. A few hiccups, but we're getting through it. The best matches are still to come, of course...

The Accelerator: Calm down, Johnny. I wasn't asking for a status report.

*Jonathan immediately grows quiet, a touch of red coloring his face. Ace sits back and stares at him for a moment.*

The Accelerator: We've had a rollercoaster of a ride, haven't we? Pun unintended, of course, hah!

*Ace laughs to himself. For those who don't know, his finisher used to be The Rollercoaster. Probably not a move he could pull off nowadays. The more you know.*

The Accelerator: I know we're still working on mending the fences between us... but I just wanted you to know, son... I'm proud of you.

*Jonathan is struck speechless by this, even as Ace turns back to the cheering crowd in the arena.*

The Accelerator: They're really getting their money's worth. Can't wait for this next one!

*Jonathan stares at his father, still thrown off, but he nods to him. He slowly takes a seat in the other chair, as we return to ringside.*

Hood: I don't like it.

Rockwell: Well, for now, all that matters is the tournament. Five have been decided, we've got three more to go!

Warriors of the Ring Tournament, GCWA Unified X-Division Title First Round Match
Mike Zybala(c) (7-7) vs. Enforcer (2-3)

Minos: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an opening round match for the Warriors of the Ring V Tournament! It is also... a GCWA Unified X-Division Title match!!