Nobodyís Fucking Better? Are they talking about their wrestling prowess, or their propensity to have sex with anything that moves? How many children does Lorenzo Demarco have that he doesnít know about? Nobodyís Fucking Better? TLS begs to differ. Somebodyís Always Better. How do I know that? Thereís a loss in Demarcoís stat sheet, and it was at the hands of TLS. My talent or lack thereof, is better than anything Demarco will ever be able to accomplish. Demarcoís words speak for itself. Even though you didnít want TLS in NFB, even though you didnít think TLS would be a good addition, you had to fall in line and listen to what TGO ordered. You are a good boy, you listen to master and maybe he throws you a bone. TLS intentions were to never be a part of NFB, TLS doesnít play by someone elseís rules. Why is it that TGO was able to order Demarco and the rest of his goons around, but TLS was free to do as he pleased? Do you know why. Iíll tell you why. TGO knew that if he got out of line with TLS, Iíd smack him right across his silly face. And thatís exactly what TLS is going to do at Heat Wave, this time I wonít have a mask on when I do it.
Dying would make people remember how awesome TLS once was? Iíll agree with you on that Demarco, TLS isnít the same he once was, but he is when theyíve been in the business for as long as I have. But no matter how low Iíve fallen, and how much my skills have diminished, Iím still better than you. Iím still better than TGO. Thatís why TGO kept kissing my ass to get TLS to join the NFB. But you see, there was a plan, there was always a plan. TGO ainít as smart as he thinks he is. At Heat Wave, at the last GCWA show, TLS will make the GCWA proud.
Date: Friday 6/4/10
TLS is forced into retirement by the Accelerator, and attacks him before ultimately leaving the GCWA for what most people thought would be for the last time.
Date: Monday 6/7/10
Los Angeles California
Colt Jacobs parks his car and exits carefully as a taxi zooms by him. He presses the alarm button and the car beeps. Jacobs fumbles with his keys, heís been out drinking. With all the craziness surrounding TLS and the murder allegations, Jacobs has had no time to enjoy himself. This night was not a night of celebration for Jacobs. TLS had been rejected from yet another movie because of the pending trial, the prosecution has turned over some very incriminating evidence, and TLS is no longer employed by the GCWA. Jacob went to a bar around the corner from his office and threw down 3 doubles of jack in succession. His dexterity isnít all there as he drops his keys, Jacobs bends down to pick up the keys. Jacobs realizes heís left his phone in the car, but just as he turns around, heís struck in the face with a baton. Jacobs crumbles to the floor.
Voice: Youíre in way over your head.
Jacobs is thrown into the back of a van, he hears the slamming of the door and then the van speeding off.
Jacobs: What the hell is going on? What do you want from me?
Voice: You donít know what youíre getting in to.
Jacobs: what the hell are you talking about?
Voice: Just shut up. You should save your voice for the screaming thatís going to happen when you find out what Iím going to do to you.
Los Angeles California
9:00 PM PST
Colt Jacobsí Home
It had been nearly a week since TLS had been fired from the GCWA, and almost 4 days since heíd last heard from Colt Jacobs. TLS staked out Jacobsí place and didnít see anyone enter or exit except for the cleaning lady. All the calls heís placed to Jacobs has been sent straight to his voicemail.
TLS: If Jacobs is on vacation, he should have told me.
TLS sees a homeless man walk past Jacobsí car, the homeless man, peers into the driver side, he looks around to see if anyone is watching, then BAM! He breaks the window and opens the car door. The alarm sounds, as the homeless man opens the door, grabs Jacobís phone, and then sprints across the street. TLS takes off after him.
TLS dodges a couple of cars and over a parked one as he enters a park gate. The homeless man turns around and realizes TLS is chasing him and picks up the pace. There are very few people in the park, which makes it easy for TLS to keep track of the homeless man, who hops over a bench, knocks down a trash can, swings through 10 monkey bars and down a slide. Unfortunately for him, TLS is waiting at the bottom of the slide.
Homeless Man: (he immediately freaks out as he sees TLS up close, with the face paint and crooked smile) hey man, what are you some sort of freak clown? I didnít know it was your car.
TLS: Give it to me.
The Homeless Man reaches into a pocket in his jacket and pulls out a small blade, he sashes at TLS, creating a small gash on TLSí left arm. The homeless man lunges with the knife, but misses as TLS moves to the side, then connecting with a right hook to the side of the homeless manís face. The homeless man crumbles to the floor. TLS searches the destituteís pockets and pulls out an unopened condom, a can of tuna and then Colt Jacobís cell phone.
Voice: Hey man, that ainít cool man.
Voice #2: yeah man, why you doing that to the brutha?
TLS turns to see two other homeless men walking his way.
Tall Homeless Man: You canít be doing that man. Donít be robbing nobody in the park.
Short Homeless Man: Yeah, that just ainít cool. We tired of people robbing us, when we ainít got nothing.
The homeless men, run towards TLSí direction. TLS grabs the can of tuna and flings it their direction, hitting the short one in his knee cap. TLS slips the phone in his pocket, then runs out of the park.
Date: Friday 6/11/10
Los Angeles California
Colt Jacobsí office
TLS checked the missed calls on Jacobsí phone and daled all the numbers he didnít recognize, most of the numbers led to Jacobsí many female companions. But one number went to the Korean woman who ran the Launderette and another went to Jacobís father. There was also a restricted call. TLS places the phone on the table and begins to look around Jacobsí office. Heís thought about contacting the police, but a man in suspicion of murder filing a missing person report is just a recipe for disaster. He searches Jacobsí office for any clues for his whereabouts. Maybe some receipts for airline tickets, or anything.
Jacobsí phone rings and TLS stares at it for a moment, he looks at the name of the caller. It reads, ACE.
TLS slides his thumb on screen and puts the phone to his ear.
Ace: Hello? Colt Jacobs?
Ace: yeah whoís this? This ainít Colt Jacobs?
TLS: This is the man that kicked your ass last week.
Ace: TLS? What the hell are you doing with Jacobsí Phone?
TLS is silent, not really sure on how to answer the question.
Ace: Nonetheless, I was trying to reach Jacobsí but since youíre on the phone, maybe Iíll just speak to you about this.
TLS: Speak to me? You have some nerve AceÖ.
Ace: look lookÖ I know Iíve put you through hell these past couple of months, and even firing you, I had to do what I had to do. And even me calling now, I have to swallow my pride. This isnít the easiest thing to do right now.
TLS: whatever it is you are selling, Iím no longer buying Ace. Youíve burned me for the last time.
Ace: just hear me out. Thatís all I ask. This is the last thing I would do, but this is the only thing that makes sense.
TLS: (looks at the phone) You have one minuteÖ.
Ace: Ok, look, I know we havenít been on the best of terms, and I know Iíve driven you out of the GCWA. But I realize now that I need you more than ever. I just came out of a board meeting and TGO is planning to run the GCWA to the ground. Heís planning to take over, heís forming a stable. And because of what happened last week, youíre probably high on the list of someone he wants to target to help his agenda.
TLS: and whatís wrong with that?
Ace: Itís not going to be pretty, heís going to destroy the GCWA. I canít let that happen. Iím asking you, to forget about these last two months and remember why you came to he GCWA, remember the fans. The people who still believe in TLS, the people who still believe in the GCWA. Iím asking you to make one final sacrifice for the GCWA.
TLS: I canít trust you.
Ace: I understand that. But this isnít about me, this is about the GCWA and the fans. This is about the legacy of the GCWA. If TGO has his way, these last 18 months will be nothing but a joke, heís going to rewrite the history books and make everything pointless. I canít let that happen. I canít let TGO do that. Think about the fans TLSÖ..
TLS: For 18 months, the GCWA has been my home. I put my trust in you before Ace, and you burned me. If I do this, if I do what you are asking me to do, Iím not doing this for you, Iím not doing this for your legacy, Iím doing this for al the GCWA fans. Iím doing this for the people who save up their money just so they can watch a live wrestling event. But if I do this, Iím going to do it my way.
Ace: Thank you, thatís all IÖ
TLS hangs up the phone before Ace can finish his thought.
Infiltrate the NFB. The plan all along was for TLS to infiltrate the NFB. This didnít happen at the spur of the moment. Thatís what you have to realize TGO. This wasnít something that TLS thought about last minute because he was unhappy with NFB. It ends at Heat Wave, and those tag belts will be coming back home to the GCWA.