Hood: There's an expression about burning too bright early? Gordon comes in, immediately earns an X Division Title shot, and now look at her.

Rockwell: She still looks amazing to me.

Hood: Would you say that about a male wrestler, you sexist bastard?

Rockwell: Yes, I would, and have in the past.

Hood: So similar, yet so completely different.

Hood: You mean he can't taste that pizza he made anymore??

Rockwell: I hope not, that was days ago. Surely he's brushed by now...

Hood: Warthog needs to remember that before getting his first victory, he took eight consecutive losses!

Rockwell: In his mind, I think he believes the win negates all of that.

Rockwell: Warthog surely felt that one!

*The crowd is in shock, with the boos starting to come down as Warthog leaps up, celebrating like crazy! He shakes the referee's hand when he tries to raise Warthog's arm, telling him to come to Chuck E Cheese's with him. He then hurries over to the turnbuckle, climbing up and praising himself. Gordon is stil sitting on her knees, stunned at what just went down.*

Rockwell: I still can't believe it.

Hood: Fear The Warthog!

*Warthog keeps partying, going from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, acting as if the crowd is roaring with him. They aren't. Gordon still looks in shock, as he gets up and talks to the referee about the grip on her tights. The referee says he didn't see it, so there's nothing he can do. We have a final image of an extremely pleased Warthog before we cut away.*

*We cut to a remote location. The location is most known for its remoteness. If I had to describe this location in one word, that word would be - remote. The location becomes somewhat less remote when a fairly large, plain white van pulls into view. It drives along a dirt road which is crudely carved inside a giant field of waist high grass. We follow the van as it jiggles and gyrates, bumping across the uneven terrain. It comes to a stop in front of some old, defunct warehouses. They are in the middle of this remote field. There is, nothing else.*

*The side door opens. Behind it we hear laughter. Tony the Spider hops out. He appears all cleaned up from Ultimate Survival. He stands, staring at the warehouses, laughing, hands on his hips. Next up, we see Curt Canon do a somersault out of the van, landing on his feet. Curt's always got to do some kind of special run in. He stands next to Tony, staring at the warehouses.*

HOOT!

*Alice is next. She hops out, wearing sweat pants and a zip up sweashirt. She keeps teasing a show of her LACY BRA by bringing the front zipper up and down. She then laughs it off once she realizes nobody is around to really notice.*

*Canon, standing next to Jack, speaks while staring at the warehouses.*

Curt Canon: Why didn't you come out of the driver's side door.

*Jack, continuing to stare ahead.*

Jack Puffer: It's wedged shut.

*Alice, staring ahead.*

Alice Knight: Hoot.

*Tony, staring ahead.*

Tony the Spider: Hahahaha!

*All four continue to stare ahead until, finally, Curt spins around and addresses Alice.*

Curt Canon: Alice...Miss Knight...lover of owls...purveryor of mustard...bringer of lacy bras...I want to formally apologize for kind of being responsible for burning down your Mustard Factory.

*Jack spins around, addressing Alice in the same manner.*

Jack Puffer: What he said. Although, I think we can lay more blame on the HOW title. That belt in all its PRESTIGE and GLORY was too much for one building to hold.

Curt Canon: That...that is true. But, still, we brought it there and, well, the rest is history.

Jack Puffer: And, foolishly, we thought we'd make it up to you by winning Ultimate Survival but...that just simply wasn't in the cards.

Curt Canon: Nope, it most certainly was not.

*Alice starts to speak. Curt takes his index finger, placing it on her lips.*

Curt Canon: Shhh.

Jack Puffer: So, to make amends for our colossal screw up...we took our earnings, put them together and bought...this!

*Puffer and Canon spin around, pointing toward the defunct warehouses. Alice scratches her chin, confused. Tony can only manage a slight chuckle. Puffer, growing nervous, does his best to throw a sales pitch.*

Jack Puffer: I...I...I know it may not look like much now! But, we've got some handymen coming in to fix the place up. Soon, it will be a giant compound housing some of wrestling's most interesting characters! People like us who need a place to roam, live, and practice.

Curt Canon: We're going to call it...The Mustard Factory!

Alice Knight: Hmmph

*Puffer and Canon look at Alice...they look at each other...they look at Tony.*

Tony the Spider: hahahaha

Alice Knight: So...you guys got paid?

*Canon and Puffer stand upright and look at Alice. They look at each other. They start to laugh.*

Curt Canon: Haha, oh Alice...so, like...

Jack Puffer: I know, right? Haha, it's just, ya know

*Canon and Puffer wait for the other to speak.*

Curt Canon: Go on.

Jack Puffer: Nah man, you can run in ahead of me.

Curt Canon: Tell her, man.

Jack Puffer: It's cool, you go ahead.

*They continue to bicker back and forth over who should tell Alice...something. Tony walks up, grabbing both men by their nearest arm. He laughs in a very desperate manner.*

Tony the Spider: Hahahahaha!!!

*Jack and Curt pull away.*

Curt Canon: Damn, Tony.

Jack Puffer: Yikes, fine...we'll tell. Just don't ever use that kind of language toward us again.

*Tony nods, backing off.*

Tony the Spider: Aha.

Curt Canon: So, like, we kinda took your check...

Jack Puffer: AND Tony's...

Curt Canon: To make up the difference needed to buy this land.

Tony the Spider: AAAhahahaHAHAHA!!

*Tony lunges at Curt and Jack. Alice has to hold him back.*

Jack Puffer: BUT...it's going to be worth it. We're going to live here...we're going to unite people LIKE us under one roof. It will make sense...as well as cents!

Curt Canon: Mhhmmm, yep, something like that.

Jack Puffer: So, we cool?

*Alice consoles Tony. She then walks up to Tony and Jack, eyeing them. They can't tell if she's about to hug them or drop them both with THE APACHE. And then, out of nowhere, people begin to emerge from the defunct warehouse. We see...MFER!! Behind him is Meki Bets!! Behind him emerges Harold 'The Headliner' Jones! He's got a book full of Dad Jokes under his right arm. RICHARD DWECK...the immortal one himself, is next to appear. Marcus Welsh pops out with his arm around Greg. We see John E Depth wheeling Shootah out. And, finally, Uber Man appears, driving a tiny, green car. He honks his horn twice...honk! Honk! Alice clutches at her heart. Puffer turns to Curt.*

Jack Puffer: I think we're winning her over.

Curt Canon: As you can see, Alice. These people have nowhere to go. Nobody to turn to. As Jack Puffer has turned his career around...we hope to do the same for these people. It's a rehab facility for unique characters! Characters that the wrestling world has ignored or cast aside.

*A man emerges from within the warehouse. He's large in stature. A sweat soaked wife beater covers his upper body while torn, stained jeans cover his lower body. He's chewing on a straw...he leans against the side of one of the warehouses...he slowly raises a straw hat high enough to reveal his eyes. It's...THE MODERN DAY CRUSADER.*

TMDC: Is...why...is that Alice Knight I see? Well I'll be a monkey's uncle!

*Alice spins around, staring at Curt and Jack.*

Curt Canon: Uhh, yea, we don't know who he is...he just kinda showed up.

Jack Puffer: And offered to fix this place up.

*Alice engulfs both men with a huge hug. Tony shakes his head, getting emotional.*

Tony the Spider: Ha..ha...haha

*He jumps in...the foursome share a hug before stepping back. Alice throws her hand in. Jack is next...then Curt. Tony gets on his tip toes, throwing his hand in. On the count of three they yell out...*

MUSTARD FACTORY!

*Before pulling back. We head to commercial.*

*There may be less fans in attendance tonight in the GCWA Arena, but they still all boo in unison as "Dangerous" by Within Temptation begins to play. Jonathan Barrows steps out of the back and heads towards the ring, ignoring the reaction.*

Hood: Here comes the boss!

Rockwell: Oh, I think we all know what this is going to be about...

*Barrows is in the ring now, looking around. He appears to be a little rough around the edges, having been dealing with some anxiety over the past few days. He stares at the crowd, focusing on the sections between groups as part of social distancing.*

Jonathan Barrows: The world really has gone to hell, hasn't it?

*The fans boo, but a few are nodding nonetheless. They're just happy to be here, where it's apparently a safe environment.*

Jonathan Barrows: So I know what you're all thinking... that I'm here to talk about... talk about... Bifford...

*The name itself gets some cheers from the crowd, as well as getting a "Bifford" chant started. Barrows talks over it, not letting it gain steam.*

Jonathan Barrows: But I'm not here about him. Well, not exactly. You see, there was a man in the back who talked pretty big about what he was going to do to Bifford. A man who I gave benefits to, in order for him to fulfill his promises and make sure we're not in the situation we're in right now. A man... who then disappeared on me.

*The fans are quieter now, as this isn't going the way they expected.*

Hood: So we're not bashing Bifford right now?

Rockwell: I'm sure Jonathan will find time for that later.

Jonathan Barrows: In case you fans aren't smart enough to figure this out, I'm talking about... Tony Savage.

*The fans react, now interested in where this is going.*

Jonathan Barrows: Tony Savage. The North American Champion. Co-Tag-Team Champion. Supposed slayer of The Big Bifford. And yet where was he, as soon as I gave him an extension on the Tag-Team Titles, allowing him to find another partner? He takes off, doing who knows what, and not fulfilling his side of the deal. You broke your word to me, Savage, and you see what happened. This... is all your fault.

Hood: Mr. Barrows looks pissed!

Hood: He should have been disqualified!

*Barrows glares towards the back, his anger showing through.*

Jonathan Barrows: So, Mr. Savage, please make your way out to the ring... and let's talk some more about those belts you're not defending...

*Barrows waits, as "Way of the Fist" by Five Five Death Punch blasts on the P.A., and Tony appears from the back, his face seething. He's holding a mic in one hand, and a sheet of paper in the other. He marches towards the ring, eyes never leaving Barrows.*

*When he steps in the ring, he's circling Barrows, with a look on his face that could curdle milk. When the mic is raised to his lips, you can smell the venom dripping from his teeth.*

Tony Savage: Disappeared, huh? That must the new term the kids are using these days as a replacement for "Either I forgot myself and Deanna cleared him for leave, or I just felt like trying to hold shit above somebody's head because I'm too much of an impatient asshole to wait for the job to be done right!"

*Before Barrows can respond, Tony raises those paper in front of his face, and when the cameras zoom in, it's a stack of forms with letterheads from the American C.D.C. and British National Health Service.*

Tony Savage: Either you developed dementia when I was gone, or the management team just doesn't communicate with each other. You see these forms? These were authorization forms from 2 major governments contracting myself and my wife to help with COVID relief in Britain. Emergency orders, all signed and notarized, along with this little beauty.

*He switches pages, and there's an official emergency leave form with Deanna's name on the manager's signature line. Barrows looks at the form, and shakes his head.*

Jonathan Barrows: Dammit, why didn't she...ugh!

*Tony smirks a bit.*

Tony Savage: Miscommunication in the workplace is a bitch, huh? You guys had PLENTY of notice I had to split for a bit, so don't lay that "disappearing act" bullshit on my damn lap again! One thing I really don't like is being made the fall guy for doing things the right way.

Jonathan Barrows: And I don't like champions who don't defend belts.

*Tony then pulls out a pocket sized mirror, still smirking.*

Tony Savage: I can understand how that might irk you, but then, not my fault. After all, I may be the best in GCWA, but I sure as hell ain't in charge of booking matches. You might want to take it up with the guy in the mirror about the lack of title defense on my part.

*He holds up the mirror, and Barrow's face is staring right back at him.*

Tony Savage: I like you, Barrows, I really do. You're a ruthless, money grubbing cunt, and those are traits I admire. But laying your lack of booking title matches at my feat, very, very off putting traits. And well, ask guys like Chad or Maddog...

When I'm put off, very, VERY bad shit starts to happen to people!

*Both men are staring each other down, and Tony resumes.*

Tony Savage: You want me to defend titles? Then start booking me in title defenses, motherfucker! That's your job. That's your call. Hell, I'm game for a defense next week. Book the cat, I'll skin the kitty and cook Chinese food outta them for the victory meal.

Jonathan Barrows: Now we're talking!

Tony Savage: And Biff will be dealt with. Hell, you don't even need to pay me extra. That malignant colon tumor needs to go like your worst relationship. Like me working to fight COVID, consider me taking out Biff to be work to benefit all mankind. But I'm not relying on other motherfuckers to help me dirt this shit-stain. He's mine, and mine alone. Name the time and place, it will be done.

Jonathan Barrows: Okay, we're getting somewhere here. Good. But unless you pulled a new name out of your hat, you know I have...

Tony Savage: Yeah, trust me, I'm not happy about the way the tag tam title situation has played out. That's my fault. I've been very patient, almost too patient. And maybe, I thought, it should be time to give the belts up and move along to something else.

Jonathan Barrows: Very mature of you.

*He holds out his hands, waiting for Tony to hand him the straps. And it looks like Tony is going to comply, despite the fans not agreeing with this. Just as Tony is about to hand the belts back, he pulls them away.*

Tony Savage: But my patience has paid off. My faith's been rewarded. I have a partner.

Jonathan Barrows: So, you finally found a new tag partner?

Tony Savage: No. I always had one. He just had to find himself, and his way back home. And I think, instead of coming out here and trying to strong-arm me, you should be breaking out the welcome mat.

My boy's home...and he sure isn't happy you're trying to take something he earned, ain't that right...Brady!?

*Tony points to the entrance ramp, and lo and behold, guess who back in GCWA... "Surf Club" by St. Jhn begins to play, with two people stepping out of the back. Brady Vega steps into the aisle, animated as always, with Britney Anders, limping slightly, coming out behind him! Savage nods his way, a confident smirk still on his face.*

Rockwell: Brady Vega is back!!

Rockwell: The fans don't seem incredibly pleased to see them...

*There are some boos coming from the audience from those who recognize Anders. Barrows looks a little shocked, seeing the two standing on the ramp. But slowly, a smile spreads across his face as well.*

Jonathan Barrows: Even better... welcome back, Mr. Vega. Hello, Ms. Anders. I'm very glad to see you. So, Mr. Savage, you say it's up to me to book the matches? Well, if Mr. Vega is back, then we might as well set up a match. Next week... the Tag-Team Titles are on the line!

*This gets a cheer from the crowd, as Barrows turns and steps out of the ring. Neither Savage nor Vega seem to disturbed by the announcement. In fact, Savage looks pretty pleased. He turns and heads out as well, making his way over to his tag-team partner. They shake hands, ignoring the crowd as they head to the back.*

Rockwell: We're going to get a Tag-Team Titles match!

Rockwell: Some major announcements already going down for next week, and we've still got plenty of show left! The wrestlers are out, let's head to the ring for our next contest!

Singles Match
Vincent Day (1-0) vs.Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn (7-25-1)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 5'6" and weighing 175 lbs... here is Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn!!