The Great Once. No you didn’t hear it wrong. I’ll say it again. The Great Once. Once as in one time, once as in a single moment. TGO was great Once. Not twice, not three times, but once. However briefly it may have been, you can count the seconds on one hand, TGO was great. Once. People talk about TLS being “over the hill”, about how TLS isn’t as good as he used to be. Demarco thinks I should kill myself, because I’ve become pathetic. But you see, the difference between TLS and Demarco and TGO is that I wasn’t great just once. I wasn’t great, “once a long time ago.” No.No.No. TLS was great for a long period of time, and even as early as this year when people had written him off, TLS proved that he can still hold his own against world champions.

I’ll be honest with you, before infiltrating the NFB, I wasn’t too familiar with TGO. I may have heard his name come up somewhere a long time ago. But the more I got to know the man, the more I realized just how pathetic his world is. He handpicks guys to be around him that he can manipulate the sort of guys that can’t spell their own names correctly. Guys like Lorenzo Demarco. Guys that TGO can use to stroke his own ego. Unlike the rest of the guys, TLS was never your puppet. I got close TGO, close enough to realize that if I ever wanted to, I’d break you in half without breaking a sweat. This match at heat wave isn’t about tag titles belts. You keep crying about TLS not deserving this tag title shot. As if the tag belts are the most precious thing to you, it’s probably the most prestigious belt you’ve won in your career. But TGO and Demarco keep complaining about having to defend the belts against guys who don’t deserve it. The only reason you’d be complaining is if you’re afraid you’re going to lose them. You will lose them. And after I win this match, those belts will go back to the GCWA. I don’t want them.

I noticed that Demarco rarely ever tried to make eye contact with me when we were in the same place at the same time. During our backstage meetings, he’d look down or try to make himself look occupied, rather than address me. I know he’s scared. I know he remembers the beating I gave him not too long ago. And I know he knows that I’m going to do it again. Hell if rishel doesn’t show up, they can place a guy like the Janitor as my partner for all I care. The end result will be the same. Demarco and TGO will be leaving the arena, empty handed.

How is it TGO, that a man of your size can seem so small? You’ve got to be the littlest big man to ever grace a wrestling ring. What’s a man like you doing by trying to pull off technical maneuvers in the ring? You don’t even have the flexibility to scratch your own back. You’re wasting your time if you think you’re going to walk out of Heat Wave with your heads up high. My suggestion to you TGO, is to stay as far away from the building as you can. Place those belts in a flat rate box and send them to the arena. If you know what’s good for you, you wouldn’t get in the ring with TLS.

Date: Friday 6/11/2010
Los Angeles California
12 PM
Colt Jacobs’ House

With the phone in his pocket, TLS heads over to Jacobs’ house after finding no evidence of Jacobs’ whereabouts. TLS knew the cleaning lady’s schedule and waited for her as she made her way in the house. She recognizes him instantly and greets him, she does not seem happy to see him, she’s aware that TLS is Jacobs’ acquaintance, but she’s also aware that he is suspected of murdering a young woman.

Cleaning Lady: Are you looking for Mr. Jacobs?

TLS: yeah, when was the last time you saw him?

Cleaning Lady: I don’t know, he was supposed to pay me yesterday, but I haven’t seen him, he’s not been home. I cleaned the house last Monday and he wasn’t home, then Tuesday morning his car is here but he’s not home.

TLS: Ok. Let’s go inside.

TLS and the cleaning lady make their way inside, TLS surveys the scene but nothing is out of the ordinary.

TLS: You cleaned the house yesterday. (more of a statement than it is a question)

Cleaning Lady: Yes?

TLS: See anything strange, unusual?

Cleaning Lady: No sir. Nothing strange. Just seems like he’s not been home in a while.

TLS: Where’s the video room?

Cleaning Lady: (points to a door to the right) Over there.

Jacobs is a fairly neat person, the living room in his condo is bigger than most people’s homes. He opens the door to what seems to be a home office or security room. There is a security screen as well as a locked safe and an “in case of emergency” axe hanging on the wall. TLS kneels down and opens the cabinet that holds the video equipment, he presses a couple buttons and sets up the camera at the front door, then he begins to rewind it back.

TLS finally gets to the part where it shows Jacobs exiting his car, and as he heads towards the front door, a van pulls up and a man comes out of the passenger side. Jacobs is blindfolded and tossed inside the van. TLS freezes the video and zooms in on the front license plate of the van. He makes out VE678JK.

2 hours later

It’s amazing how technology has advanced over the years. TLS was able to place the license plate to a man by the name of Jorge Ramos, who owns and self runs a moving business. Ramos Movers Inc. The van was parked right outside the warehouse, as TLS makes his way slowly to the door. He turns the handle and the door opens, as if someone knew he’d be here and they were waiting for him.

Inside looks like a typical moving warehouse, where creates are stacked, a fat guy on a forklift spots TLS and whistles.

Fat Guy: Hey man, can I help you?

TLS: Yeah. I’m looking for my friend, and I’m pretty sure he’s here.

Fat Guy: Does he work here?

TLS: No. Where’s Ramos?

Fat Guy: Mr. Ramos? He’s in a meeting right now.

TLS: where’s his office?

TLS looks around and sees Ramos and another man at his desk. TLS heads in that direction.

Fat Guy: I wouldn’t disturb them if I were you.

TLS disregards the man’s warning and barges into the office. He recognizes the other man in the room instantly.

TLS: I get it.

Steve Cooley Jr.: It took you long enough to come here.

TLS: Where is Jacobs?

Steve Cooley Jr.: Don’t worry about that, you’ll be joining him soon enough. You see Mr. Soul. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s a shame that she happened to be at your house, she tried to explain to me but I didn’t care. I don’t listen to lies…

TLS: The poor girl didn’t do anything wrong, none of the girls did anything wrong.

Steve Cooley Jr: Let’s make a deal. You confess to the murders, and let me take in, you sign the confession, and I’ll let your friend go. Unharmed. Or, you can leave and you’ll never see your friend again. And I’m going to pin that on you.

TLS:So that's been the plan all along? So in actuality you killed the girls, and you have my friend Colt Jacobs hostage and in order for me to save Jacobs, I confess to the murders.

Steve Cooley Jr:you're not as dumb as you look. That's just about right.

TLS:Ok.

Steve Cooley Jr: Ok what?

TLS: Ok......

Steve Cooley Jr: Ok what?

Suddenly the doors to the office swing open and in rushes,Elias, Jason Chase, Steve Cooley Sr.and Harrison Todd in his wheelchair. Cooley Jr.looks surprised to see his father.

Steve Cooley Senior: I'm running for State Prosecutor General in this year's election. You just fucked me up son. You have to do the right thing now and turn yourself in.

Elias: everything's on tape.

Chase: TLS made the call before he got here, Harrison Todd has been working on a story for months. and everything just added up.

Steve Cooley Jr: what?Why?

Steve Cooley Sr: You can't mess this up for me, I'm taking you in son. This is the only way to save this situation.You're going to confess and I'm going to prosecute you.

date: Friday 7/2/2010
location: Friday Night Inferno

To the surprise of GCWA fans TLS returns to GCWA television by aligning himself with NFB and attacks Lurrr. This was the night when people started taking NFB serious, this was when the GCWa really looked like it was in jeopardy. But little did TGO and the NFB know, that they had just fallen for the okie doke.

date: Sunday 7/11/2010
Capital Punishment

Jaiden Rishel is attacked by TLS and the NFB. But little do the NFB know that this was planned all along. Just another twist in what will eventually lead to the downfall of TGO and Lorenzo demarco at Heat Wave.




I'm bringing the Heat Wave this Sunday and there's nothing TGO or Demarco can do to cool it down. TLS is Ron Jeremy and you're a fat man with a small penis. I'm FUCKING better....