Nobody’s 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 doesn’t know about? Nobody’s Fucking Better? TLS begs to differ. Somebody’s Always Better. How do I know that? There’s a loss in Demarco’s 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. Demarco’s words speak for itself. Even though you didn’t want TLS in NFB, even though you didn’t 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 doesn’t play by someone else’s 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. I’ll tell you why. TGO knew that if he got out of line with TLS, I’d smack him right across his silly face. And that’s exactly what TLS is going to do at Heat Wave, this time I won’t have a mask on when I do it.

Dying would make people remember how awesome TLS once was? I’ll agree with you on that Demarco, TLS isn’t the same he once was, but he is when they’ve been in the business for as long as I have. But no matter how low I’ve fallen, and how much my skills have diminished, I’m still better than you. I’m still better than TGO. That’s 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 ain’t 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, he’s 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 isn’t all there as he drops his keys, Jacobs bends down to pick up the keys. Jacobs realizes he’s left his phone in the car, but just as he turns around, he’s struck in the face with a baton. Jacobs crumbles to the floor.

Voice: You’re in way over your head.

Jacobs: what?

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 don’t know what you’re getting in to.

Jacobs: what the hell are you talking about?

Voice: Just shut up. You should save your voice for the screaming that’s going to happen when you find out what I’m going to do to you.


Thursday 6/10/10
Los Angeles California
9:00 PM PST
Colt Jacobs’ Home

It had been nearly a week since TLS had been fired from the GCWA, and almost 4 days since he’d last heard from Colt Jacobs. TLS staked out Jacobs’ place and didn’t see anyone enter or exit except for the cleaning lady. All the calls he’s 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 Jacobs’ 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 Jacob’s 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 didn’t 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 TLS’ 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 man’s face. The homeless man crumbles to the floor. TLS searches the destitute’s pockets and pulls out an unopened condom, a can of tuna and then Colt Jacob’s cell phone.

Voice: Hey man, that ain’t 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 can’t be doing that man. Don’t be robbing nobody in the park.

Short Homeless Man: Yeah, that just ain’t cool. We tired of people robbing us, when we ain’t got nothing.

The homeless men, run towards TLS’ 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
10 AM
Colt Jacobs’ office

TLS checked the missed calls on Jacobs’ phone and daled all the numbers he didn’t recognize, most of the numbers led to Jacobs’ many female companions. But one number went to the Korean woman who ran the Launderette and another went to Jacob’s father. There was also a restricted call. TLS places the phone on the table and begins to look around Jacobs’ office. He’s 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 Jacobs’ office for any clues for his whereabouts. Maybe some receipts for airline tickets, or anything.

RING!RING! RING!

Jacobs’ phone rings and TLS stares at it for a moment, he looks at the name of the caller. It reads, ACE.

TLS: Ace?

TLS slides his thumb on screen and puts the phone to his ear.

Ace: Hello? Colt Jacobs?

TLS: Ace?

Ace: yeah who’s this? This ain’t Colt Jacobs?

TLS: This is the man that kicked your ass last week.

Ace: TLS? What the hell are you doing with Jacobs’ Phone?

TLS is silent, not really sure on how to answer the question.

Ace: Nonetheless, I was trying to reach Jacobs’ but since you’re on the phone, maybe I’ll just speak to you about this.

TLS: Speak to me? You have some nerve Ace….

Ace: look look… I know I’ve 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 isn’t the easiest thing to do right now.

TLS: whatever it is you are selling, I’m no longer buying Ace. You’ve burned me for the last time.

Ace: just hear me out. That’s 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 minute….

Ace: Ok, look, I know we haven’t been on the best of terms, and I know I’ve 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. He’s planning to take over, he’s forming a stable. And because of what happened last week, you’re probably high on the list of someone he wants to target to help his agenda.

TLS: and what’s wrong with that?

Ace: It’s not going to be pretty, he’s going to destroy the GCWA. I can’t let that happen. I’m 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. I’m asking you to make one final sacrifice for the GCWA.

TLS: I can’t trust you.

Ace: I understand that. But this isn’t 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, he’s going to rewrite the history books and make everything pointless. I can’t let that happen. I can’t let TGO do that. Think about the fans TLS…..

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, I’m not doing this for you, I’m not doing this for your legacy, I’m doing this for al the GCWA fans. I’m doing this for the people who save up their money just so they can watch a live wrestling event. But if I do this, I’m going to do it my way.

Ace: Thank you, that’s all I…

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 didn’t happen at the spur of the moment. That’s what you have to realize TGO. This wasn’t 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.