Hood: Crikey, mate, that he did!

Rockwell: He made a few mistakes, though, including where Hanson is actually from, as well as, well, beating up the wrong people.

*"Killin In The Name Of" by Rage Against The Machine blares and Noah makes his way out of the back, raising up the North American Title he won two weeks ago. He starts down the aisle, threatening a couple of fans as he heads for the ring.*

Rockwell: Hanson won his first GCWA gold in the first round when he became the first to pin The Empty, ending his run in the GCWA.

Rockwell: What?

*As Hanson gets close to the ring, Warstein has slid out to meet him. He starts talking as he grins, getting right up into Hanson's face. Hanson immediately responds, with the two exchanging insults back and forth. Warstein shoves Hanson away, telling him he should have just stayed the fuck home. Hanson responds with his own shove, and all of the sudden the two men are brawling outside the ring!*

Hood: This is great!

Rockwell: The match hasn't started yet!

*The two men are fighting up the aisle now, swinging away like crazy. While the fans are enjoying it, the referee looks lost, knowing that he can't start the match officially. He starts waving for GCWA Security to get involved, but they seem more intent on keeping the two fighters from taking it out on any of the nearby fans.*

Rockwell: These two look to have some serious hatred for each other!

Hood: Is that like waking up a person to give them a sleeping pill? Just ring the bell and let them fight!

*Hanson and Warstein have gotten further up the aisle now, with Hanson going to try and jam Warstein's head into the guardrail nearby, only to have Warstein block it and land an elbow shot to get free. He turns and starts swinging away, only to have Hanson raise up the GCWA North American Title, causing Warstein to punch it! Warstein moves backwards, shaking his wrist out from the impact. Hanson comes after him again, grabbing his shoulder, but suddenly a wave of GCWA Security is coming through, pushing both men backwards! The crowd boos heavily as the security guards split the two wrestlers apart.*

Hood: Well, now what??

Rockwell: We need a decision to be made!

*Both Hanson and Warstein are trying to get through the GCWA Security between them, and the crowd is still hot as we fade out from ringside.*

*We return to the wedding reception. The party is going hard. Vargas is passed out in the corner, Uber-Man is in all his glory as he is dancing with Alice Knight. Jason Cashe is desperately trying to convince Guy Cashe that they are not related and no, he will not spot Guy a twenty. Enforcer and Justice are dancing together. Duce Jones and Byron are chatting and drinking with Ace. Space Lord and Terry Marshall look ridiculous in their tuxedos with the sleeves ripped off, randomly flexing whenever a lady walks by. The Zybala's are sitting at a table chatting with Lissie Hope and Havoc about whatever when an irritated looking Aaron Warthog walks over and stares at Mike Zybala. A few minutes pass and Mike has yet to acknowledge Warthog, who angrily taps Zybala's shoulder. Zybala looks up and smiles. He is still a bit drunk.*

Zybala: Aaron! Enjoying the wedding?

Aaron Warthog: I'd enjoy it more if I wasn't hearing that you're just letting Barry in the match next week!

Zybala: What about it? It's his wedding, it was his gift, and I own Outsiders. Deal with it.

*We cut to Allton talking to Deana Barrows - they are embroiled deep in conversation.*

Lord Allton: ....And you're certain that there's nothing you can do about Zybala adding Barry to the match? How can that be?! You're a Barrows for crying out loud!

Deana Barrows: Yes, Mr. Allton, but....

Lord Allton: 'Lord'.

Deana Barrows: My apologies. 'Lord' Allton, but as Zybala owns Outsiders, I have no jurisdiction.

Lord Allton: I see.

*Allton smiles coyly.*

Lord Allton: May I say however that you are looking beautiful on your **ahem** special day... Excuse me, please.

*Allton winks at Deana again causing her to slightly blush and then he wheels back to the A-List table.*

Lord Allton: Plan B it is then....

*Someone walks over to Deana and informs her it's time to cut the cake. She sighs, downs her drink and walks over to a beautiful cake on display. Barry is already there. They grab the knife together and cut a slice. Deana takes the slice and smooshes it into Barry's face, trying to look playful, but she pushes a bit hard. Everyone laughs until a drunk, angry Warthog Stampedes Barry into the nearby wall. Everyone shouts angrily in protest as Warthog starts yelling about always getting screwed. The cake is untouched. Anderson Haze runs over and pulls Warthog off Barry and those two start fighting as Barry slumps against the wall. Allton and The A-List go over to check on Barry before Allton whispers something in Barry's ear and Barry seems to agree - friends in high places? We see Rogue Daniels in a corner table with his date, sipping champagne, looking at the action. The Mustard Factory is at the table right next to him. Uber-Man, sitting next to Alice Knight, looks at Daniels. He asks if Daniels wants to fight. Daniels says he's cool, and Uber just shrugs and watches the fight. That is until the fight makes their way over to them! Haze throws Warthog onto the Mustard Factory table, causing their mustard jars and drinks to go everywhere, including on Alice's dress. Uber-Man takes offense to this and attacks Haze! Warthog, Haze and Uber are all fighting while Allton and Barry make their way out of the ruckus and back over to where Lissandra is sitting. Zybala makes his way to the DJ and grabs a microphone. He asks the DJ to turn it on and shut off the music. Zybala then puts two fingers in his mouth and whistles into the mic loudly. The noise causes the fighting to stop as everyone covers their ears. Zybala waits until everyone is looking at him then he talks.*

Zybala: Shame on you! This is supposed to be Red Robin's big... I mean Barry and Deana's big day and you Outsiders are acting like animals!

*Rogue Daniels, who has done nothing but sit in his seat and drink, shouts a protest.*

Zybala: My bad Rogue. Almost all of you. You just couldn't wait until the Brack Friday Bunduru match?? And what are you A-List guys doing?!?

*He looks at Tank, Branson, Vincenzo, and Dylan all pointing bows and arrows at Allton's future opponents. They lower the weapons when Zybala calls attention to them.*

Zybala: This is the Red ROBIN Wedding, not the Red Wedding! You're watching too much Game of Thrones. Seriously! You guys want to act like animals and savages? I'll treat you and lock you up like such! The Brack Friday Bunduru match is going to take place in an ELIMINATION CHAMBER!!! Now can we all please just calm down and enjoy the rest of the reception??

*Lissandra whispers into Allton's ear.*

Lissandra Thomas:So what's plan B?

*Allton smiles, patting Barry on the back.*

Lord Allton: In my match, our man Barry is going to help me - The A-List are a family, after all. Right, Bazza?

Barry: ...Right.

* Everyone murmurs at the announcement as the music starts up. It's "Uptown Funk"" Zybala starts dancing like nothing happened. His wife joins him and others make their way to the dance floor. Through all the fighting, the cake miraculously is still intact. Suddenly, Chad Vargas, still a little drunk but always one to rebound after heavy drinking, walks over to the cake and grabs a piece. He tastes it, and makes a sour face of disgust.*

Chad Vargas: WEAK ASS FROSTING!

*He casually knocks the cake over, sending it splattering across the floor! Vargas then walks away, looking for another drink, as if nothing had happened. We go back to ringside.*

*After the break, we come back to near ringside, where Noah Hanson and Shawn Warstein have both been contained, at least for the moment. "Dangerous" by Within Temptation begins to play, with Jonathan Barrows making his way out of the back to stand on the stage.*

Rockwell: One of the co-owners of the GCWA is here to handle things!

Hood: Make the right decision, Jonathan!

*Barrows signals for his music to cut, staying where he is as he looks down the aisle.*

Jonathan Barrows: I'm already having a lousy day, guys, and this isn't helping! You guys want to screw up this whole tournament? You want to ignore the rules and just brawl? Well, fine! Ref, ring the bell. This one's now a Falls Count Anywhere match! Security, take a walk!

Warriors of the Ring Tournament, Second Round Falls Count Anywhere Match
Noah Hanson (2-2) vs. Shawn Warstein (1-0)

*Security backs off, even as the Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: It's hardcore now??

Hood: Oh, hell yes!

*Warstein doesn't waste any time, shoving through the remaining security and diving at Hanson, who's just waiting for him. The two men begin to brawl once again, with Warstein getting the upper hand. They begin to fight around ringside, with Warstein dragging Hanson along and whipping him towards the barricade. But Hanson reverses, sending Warstein that direction instead. Showing some agility, though, Warstein jumps over the barricade, ending up on the other side, unhurt! Hanson comes after him, starting to climb over the barricade, but Warstein snaps back with a superkick, knocking Hanson backwards!! Warstein climbs up and over the barricade, grabbing a recovering Hanson from behind and delivering a Backstabber!! He makes the cover, with the referee, who was close by, coming in... 1... 2.. and Hanson easily kicks out in time. Warstein immediately reaches over near the ring, grabbing a cable off the floor and wrapping it around Hanson's neck, choking him!*

Hood: This is going to get nasty fast, isn't it?

Hood: And it might be the loser in the hospital!

*Hanson slowly works his way up, getting his fingers in-between the cable and his throat to keep from choking. Warstein tries to pull back harder, as if wanting to pull the cable all the way through. But Hanson shoves him backwards, sending both men careening back into the steel stairs and the ringpost above!! They both fall in different directions, with Hanson removing the cable from his neck. He looks around, taking note of where he's located. He sees where his usual entrance pyro is set up, and drags Warstein over to it, holding him underneath. He signals to someone to let it rain, and after a few seconds, someone obliges... as the gold and green pyro waterfall goes off!! Hanson holds Warstein underneath the pyro coming down, with Warstein closing his eyes and feeling the heat from the downpour!!! The fans roar at the surprise, even as Hanson ends it by giving Warstein a back suplex on the floor!*

Rockwell: That was a surprising use of the pyro there.

Rockwell: Since it's coming from above, I don't think it would do too much damage, but it sure couldn't feel comfortable on the skin!

*The referee is staying close as Hanson brings Warstein back up again. He pulls off a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, dropping Warstein onto his knee before sending him off to the outside mat!! Hanson then rolls Warstein over for the cover... 1... 2... and Warstein kicks out in time. Hanson is immediately getting up, looking around. He starts to take Warstein over towards the announce tables, as Hood and Rockwell can be seen getting ready to run. But Warstein stops it by reaching up and gouging at one of Hanson's eyes, causing him to yell out!! Hanson shoves Warstein away, holding a hand over his injured eye. Warstein then grabs Hanson around the middle, giving him a release belly-to-belly suplex that sends Hanson flying over the announce table!!! Hood and Rockwell, having already been prepared, scramble out of the way, as Hanson comes to a landing right where they were sitting a moment before!*

Rockwell: ...

Hood: ...

*Although both men can be seen talking, neither can be heard currently. Probably some wires got dislodged. Warstein steps over past Rockwell, giving him a shove to get him out of the way so that he can reach Hanson. He pulls Hanson up, dragging him towards the still-upright announce table. He pulls Hanson on top, kicking away a couple of the monitors still sitting there. Warstein then smirks as he signals this one to already be over. He gives Hanson a knee to the gut, then starts to get the double underhook to set up the Ego Trip (Future Shock DDT)!!! But before Warstein can drop, Hanson straightens up, back-dropping Warstein overhead and into the Spanish announce table... which doesn't give!! Warstein just lays there on top, hurting, as Hanson takes a knee, shaking his head clear. He turns, seeing where Warstein is laying, and takes a couple of steps before leaping up with a legdrop, that sends both wrestlers through the table and to the floor!!! Hanson's on top, so the ref slides in... 1... 2.... Warstein somehow gets his arm up!*

Rockwell: ... hear me?

Rockwell: Now if they just leave us alone...

*Hanson is up out of the debris first, brushing off some wooden fragments before they get splintered into his skin. Warstein has pulled away, painfully pulling himself over the barricade and ending up near the fans. Hanson follows behind, seeming to like the fact that Warstein appears to be running from him. But Warstein suddenly spins, throwing the contents of a fan's drink into Hanson's face!! Hanson, his eye already hurt from earlier, turns away in pain, as Warstein reaches for the next item he finds: a wrapped-up hog dog. Warstein quickly yanks the foil off of it, noting with pleasure that it's already coated... in mustard. He comes forward, smashing it into Hanson's face, laughing at the smear of mustard on Hanson's face. Hanson tries to respond with a quick swing, but Warstein goes underneath it, latching onto Hanson and giving him a spinebuster on the hard floor of the arena!!! The fans around them gasp, even as Warstein makes the cover... 1... 2... No! Hanson kicks free!*

Rockwell: Man, I don't know how he kicked out of that one!

Hood: You don't know that for sure...

*Warstein laughs as he pulls Hanson up, glad to put him through more hell. The fans nearby are cheering the violence right next to them as he catches Hanson with a short knee to the face, followed by a straight elbow, immediately followed by a spinning back elbow to the jaw, completing the Past, Present, Future (PPF) combination! Hanson goes down, with Warstein dropping on him again for the loose cover... 1... 2... No! Hanson's out again! Warstein gets up, cursing the man for not just staying down and taking it like a man. Hanson slowly reaches to his side as Warstein pulls himself up, thinking about what else to hit Hanson with. He reaches down... and Hanson drives a partially-eaten hamburger into his face, sending mayonnaise splattering everywhere!! A fan looks disappointed, having been saving that for later, but Hanson doesn't care. He struggles up, attaching his arms around the still-blinded Warstein before dropping him with the Summer Bomb (Reverse Russian Legsweep)!!! Hanson gets on top for the cover... 1... 2... No! Warstein's out in time!*

Hood: Why is nobody finishing their meals here?

Hood: Or the meats here aren't living up to Bifford's chicken sandwiches!

*The fans move back as Hanson slowly hauls Warstein up, taking him back towards the barricade. He sends Warstein that direction, causing Warstein to do a flip over the barricade and crash down onto his back! Hanson then turns to a nearby cheering fan, seeing the Mustard Factory shirt she's wearing. He quickly grabs at her shirt, causing her to scream as he uses part of it to wipe his face clean. He tells her "You're welcome" before continuing on, coming over the barricade to where Warstein is trying to get up. Hanson grabs at him... and Warstein throws the chair in front of him behind him, sending it banging into Hanson's head!!! Hanson falls back against the barricade, stunned, as Warstein rises up, not interested in messing around anymore. He gets the chair and jams it hard into Hanson's ribs, buckling him over!! As Hanson staggers away, Warstein brings it down hard on Hanson's back, driving him to the floor! Warstein throws the chair towards the ring, sending it sliding inside, before turning back and dropping a knee on Hanson before making a cover... 1... 2... Hanson kicks out!!*

Rockwell: Warstein clearly knows his way around steel chairs!

Rockwell: I'm sure Ace could come up with something...

*Warstein gets on top of Hanson, punching away at him with a ground and pound stance. He then slowly gets up, wiping away any remaining much from his face. He turns and looks under the ring for a second, hoping for something fun to use. He finds it, pulling out a long ladder that was stored under there!! The fans cheer, always loving the sight of a ladder. As Hanson gets up, Warstein positions the ladder in his arms and comes forward to hit Hanson with it! But Hanson suddenly jumps, landing a dropkick that sends Warstein falling backwards, accidentally propping the ladder up between the barricade and the ring!! Warstein starts to get up, seeing the ladder, but Hanson is there, tackling him underneath the ladder!! Both wrestlers go down, with Hanson staying in control with a couple of quick shots. He pulls Warstein up, locking him in place, and lifts him in the air, hitting a stalling suplex that sends Warstein's back into the ladder!!! The ladder comes off the barricade, leaving Warstein to fall at a diagonal angle to the ground below!! Hanson shoves the ladder away and makes a cover on the prone Warstein... 1... 2... NO! Warstein somehow gets out of it!*

Rockwell: That ladder may never be the same...

Rockwell: A god in need of a spinal transplant!

*Warstein is wincing badly, a savage red mark on his back, as Hanson gets himself back up to his feet. Hanson slowly goes back to the ladder, propping it up better across the ring to the barricade. It looks more sturdy this time. Hanson then goes back to the downed Warstein, dragging him up and setting him on the ladder, leaving him laying there. Hanson himself heads up onto the apron, then opts to climb higher, going up the turnbuckle. The fans are cheering in spite of their feelings about both men, knowing that this is going to be a moment one way or another. Hanson gets to the top, looking down at where Warstein is laying. He grins, slapping his elbow, before taking off, flying into mid-air with The Ladykiller (Macho Man Elbow Drop)!!!! But Warstein rolls off the ladder!!! Hanson hits the ladder full on, actually breaking it with the impact!!!! The fans start a "Holy Shit!!" chant as Hanson rolls back and forth, holding his elbow, in a lot of agony, even as Warstein takes a few extra seconds to pull himself together.*

Rockwell: Now I'm sure that ladder's done...

Hood: Good for you, but focus on the damn hardcore chaos in front of us!

*As the referee checks on Hanson, not knowing if he can continue after that landing, Warstein has started working on the outside mats. More specifically, he's been pulling it away, exposing the concrete underneath!! Warstein turns back and comes over to Hanson, grabbing at him to pull him up. He drags him over to the exposed concrete, looking to give him the Ego Trip!!! Even the referee is stunned, not sure he should be allowing this, as Warstein goes to drop back... and Hanson shoves him forward, sending both backwards into the nearby barricade!! The two wrestlers stay down, with Hanson trying to recover. He shakes his arm free, at least showing that he's able to move it despite the landing he took. He tries to get the blood flowing, watching as Warstein starts getting up. Hanson then comes in, going for the Mirakuru (Rolling Elbow)!!! But the pain slows him down just enough, allowing Warstein to block it with a spear!!! Hanson falls back, landing on the concrete!! He puts both hands to the back of his head, stunned, as he tries to sit up... and Warstein, having already gotten to his feet, quickly puts him down again with The King's Crown (Kinshasa)!!!! Warstein falls on top for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!!!!*

Minos: Here is your winner, moving on in the tournament... Shawn Warstein!!

*Puffer removes a tiny packet. He struggles juggling the mic and the packet at the same time. Too much pressure is applied to the packet and it bursts open, squirting mustard all over Noah's NA Title belt. Noah looks down. He frowns. The veins in his neck bulge. His face tightens. Puffer finally senses the real danger he's placed himself in.*

Jack Puffer: Noah...Noah...wait, that was...

*And, it's too late. Noah runs through Jack with a belt shot to the head!! Puffer hits the mat, hard. He's instantly unconscious. The fans gasp. Hanson drops to one knee and repeatedly slams the face plate of the NA Title into Jack's head, until all the mustard is gone...seeped into what is now a fresh wound at the peak of Puffer's forehead. GCWA officials hit the ring, yanking Noah away from Jack. The fans boo.*

Rockwell: He just hit Puffer in the head! The very head that had recently healed...there's no telling what kind of damage Noah just did to Jack Puffer!

Hood: I'm just hoping the match gets cancelled. Save us all the horror in watching Jack fucking Puffer wrestle.

*Noah is finally ripped from the ring. Still fatigued from the war he waged with Warstein, Noah observes the number of people he'd have to fight through to get back to Puffer. He also sees that Puffer is leaking a fair amount of blood from his head, onto the mat. The motionless, bloody detective is enough to give Noah a sense of accomplishment. He turns around and heads up the ramp. The fans chant "FUCK YOU, NOAH!" Noah responds by holding his NA Title high atop the ramp, spitting at the fans within range.*

Rockwell: Disgusting. At first, I felt pity for this man after the Warstein loss...but now, he can go fly a kite!

Rockwell: Folks, things don't look good for Jack Puffer. We'll provide an update as soon as we have one...until then, it's time for a commercial break.

*The catering was vastly underrated in GCWA. It was both satisfying to the over eaters and healthier munchers the same. They even had toothpicks stabbed into the cut hoagies. As the cameras pan over the area, you see a handful of people grabbing bites to eat, something to guzzle on and chat among their peers. Off in the far corner, a pair of eyes were staring back at the cameras. Those eyes belonged to Jason Cashe. He was wearing an old 'Unstable' T-Shirt as he pushes off the wall he was leaned against and approaches the cameras.*

Jason Cashe: Random question. How many of you use baby wipes? A touch up after the toilet paper removes the stained waste that leaves the brown eye. I can't say I feel completely clean without the use of baby wipes but maybe that's just me?

*Plucking a cheese square from a pallet on a nearby table, Cashe chews it to the side as he continues talking almost with no clear direction or point.*

Jason Cashe: I paid my debts before arriving here tonight but a new bet has been placed. See Bifford, I face tonight, a man who has decorated these halls with his accomplishments. I fight a man who is recognized among the peers found backstage not by his size but the gravity of what he has done over time. I have not yet clocked in the hours to have that recognition in GCWA... But I have the desire to do so and it starts with you.

*Pulling his phone out his pocket, Cashe smiles as the camera picks up a beautiful female pictured in a text message. One could recognize her as Josslyn if you follow Cashe on twitter. He liked her and had been infatuated as of late by her presence. Putting the phone away, he could have lost his train of thought.. If he had a proper train of thought. Everything was random more times than not.*

Jason Cashe: Biff, I am going to put paws on you big boy.. I am going to swing and I don't expect you to fall. I will swing, bob, weave and eventually? You will stagger. When you wobble and shake the daze away, I will cock back, reload and shoot another round. I will empty the clip into your face, sides, and I cannot promise I won't sneak in a titty twister because Purple Nurples are painful! You will cringe, feel jaded. You will get mad with fury and swing back and you will land plenty..

*Putting his index finger and thumb pinched together as if to measure an inch. He continues..*

Jason Cashe: Just as you feel you can gain the advantage, grab HOLD of the upper hand? BANG! I will stun you. You will drop to a knee, fall into the ropes. Your breathing will pick up, your lungs will hurt with every inhale. I will keep on you like stank on shit and from that knee, from those ropes leaned against, I will blast, crash and smash you with everything I can provide. You said Murder is the only M that matters but you are too early in the Alphabet Big Man.. I want not an M but a W because with a W, I am a Warrior and more importantly, the Winner and tonight? I will get that W and you can keep your M and Move the fuck on. Find another path because the winners circle won't be anywhere NEAR Martha Stewart, T!B!B! or on an island in whatever dimension you live at in your head..

I put the OG in DiOGee and you might not know that before now but you will put respect to my name, say it with value after tonight. I am not Duce, I am not any of the names you have bragged about beating. I am the name that has come into YOUR House and robbed you of the bed you made but will NOT lay in any longer. You were the wave and I am the boat that rides over it...

*Into the lens of the camera, Cashe squirts mustard. It fills the view with a yellowish blur until the cameras cut altogether.*

Warriors of the Ring Tournament, Second Round GCWA Unified X-Division Title Match
Mike Zybala(c) (8-7) vs. Duce Jones (18-7)

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