Rockwell: Lucas does look a bit embarrassed. But they have been undefeated since he teamed up with Zybala and Pete.

Hood: Two wins aren't all that impressive. Adrian.

Rockwell: Two wins and NO losses...

Rockwell: Allton had a great Outsiders year, but he didn't win the Outsiders Championship three times.

Hood: An admirable plan that Zybala had no interest in allowing to happen.

Rockwell: Well, that was a slaughter, as expected...

Rockwell: I don't think The Janitor's mind was on the match anymore, Hood, so it probably was a good decision to leave him on the apron.

*As Lightning painfully rolls out of the ring, Zybala turns and goes to the ropes where Vaughn is still standing, contemplating his trophy. Zybala taps him on his shoulder, finally getting Vaughn's attention, and then tells him that they won. Vaughn, his eyes widening, looks around in surprise. He apologizes to Mike for making him do all the work, but Zybala quickly shrugs it off, having enjoyed himself. Zybala then raises up Vaughn's arm, working to get another "JAN-I-TOR!" chant going. Vaughn tries to get it to be "ZY-BA-LA!" instead, which causes an interesting mixture of chants.*

Hood: The fans are getting confused...

Rockwell: But they're having a good time, which is always good for the GCWA!

*As Thames comes in, raising up both arms of the two wrestlers, the crowd cheers again. Zybala then gestures to Vaughn that they can agree on one chant: "LIFE BEFORE DEATH!" The fans get into it, as the three wrestlers stand tall.*

*The crowd is in a fever pitch as the ring is adorned with a red carpet covering the mat, flowers set up in each corner. A beautiful crown sits atop a pedestal in the middle of the ring.*

* "Blockbuster Night Pt.2" by Run The Jewels begins to blare throughout the arena as the crowd begins to jeer loudly. As James Raven, Jackson Hart, Shawn Warstein, and Noah Jackson all pop out from behind the curtain wearing black pinstriped suits. Noah and Jackson lead the March down to the ring, Noah getting the crowd to chant "Cunt" with every arm pump, and Hart following along with the motion. Shawn adjusts the North American Title on his shoulder, Shawn stops and bolts behind the curtain as James walks down the ramp. After a few moments, Shawn reappears dragging a large red wagon behind him. Inside of it are all the awards that Legacy won as a group including Moment, Heel of the Year, Star of the Year, Stable of the Year, and Primetime Performer. Atop the haul is a set of Tag Team Titles from Project Honor. Shawn reaches the ring and parks the wagon near the steps. The others are already in the ring. A chorus of boos fills the arena. Noah pulls a mic from inside of his suit jacket.*

Noah: Oi! Listen up you mangy cunts.... Legacy stands before you sicker than fuckin' ever! You see that haul right there?!? You see all the money getting handed out like it was food stamps for all of you? You can rightfully thank Legacy for turning this fucking company from CWA and finally making the G stand for something. If you thought 2020 was bad just wait until you see what we have in store for you on 21. I'm talking Legacy branded Credit Cards, burner phones, Instant messaging services.... we are going everywhere!! We will become a part of your lexicon....

*Noah covers the mic with his hand and mouths to Jackson 'Did I say that right?', Hart gives him a thumbs up. As Shawn grabs the mic from Noah.*

Shawn: Good Job buddy. I know this isn't your forte, so I'll take it from here.

*Shawn adjusts the title on his shoulder and clears his throat.*

Shawn: I told you all from the very beginning what was going to happen didn't I? From the outset of the Rumble, we as a unit had one collective goal. To Win the Righteous Rumble and once again prove that we are more than just that fancy award sitting in that wagon over there.

*Shawn smiles as Noah rolls under the ropes and digs through pulling out the award and walking around the outside of the ring with it high in the air.*

Shawn: That award, while nice, is nothing when you look at the whole picture. In one singular night, we proved to the World that LEGACY is always one step ahead.

*The Crowd begins to chant ‘Raven Lost'. As James gets visibly angry towards the crowd and begins shouting at them.*

Shawn: You mean GCWA WRESTLER OF THE YEAR JAMES FUCKING RAVEN? You will show the Wrestling Jesus Christ the respect deserved. If you think that he isn't going to rise from the ashes to jam Mack's foot so far up his ass that he will be able to tie his shoes with his tongue, then you're sadly mistaken.

*Shawn pats James on the shoulder to calm him down. Raven takes a deep breath, then sighs and leans into Shawn's microphone.*

Raven: Whatever. This isn't supposed to be about me anyway. Let's keep the train on the tracks here.

*Shawn nods in agreement, then once again turns his attention to Noah on the outside of the ring, Ravens Star of the Year award high above his head as he gallivants around with it.*

Shawn: ANYWAYS! Did none of you listen when I said, we would do everything in our power to keep the World title or get it back right away? That's what we did. We came into the Righteous Rumble with the odds in our favor. There were four of us vying for that top spot and much like the Priory guarding the secret of Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene. We made sure that our Mary won the Rumble. We made sure that the GCWA will forever be deemed Impossible.

Raven: Oh good... this is the part I've been waiting for... if everyone can just look over here.

*Raven points to the stage at the top of the ramp, and Jackson, Noah, and Shawn all turn towards the entrance-way and Shawn lifts his microphone once more.*

Shawn: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is our honor, our privilege to introduce you all to The Impossible Traveler. Our Mary Magdalene. The woman who grabbed destiny by the balls and put it in a vice grip. YOUR 2020 RIGHTEOUS RUMBLE WINNER..... THE FIRST LADY OF LEGACY...... I give you BEEEETTTTTSSSSSSYYY GRRRRRRRAAAANNNNGGGGEEEEERRRRR!!!!!

*As the Best Hypeman in the game lowers his mic, "Blinding Lights" by Fame on Fire begins to blare. Taking her sweet time, it isn't until the instrumentals hit the main beat of the song that The Impossible Traveler makes her appearance. Betsy is greeted with a heavily mixed reaction from the fans. She's wearing a sequin black romper over a black, short-sleeve blouse. Lace black evening gloves run-up to her elbows. Matching stockings cover her long legs and ankle-high black stilettos adorn her feet. Her thick blonde hair tumbles down her back in glossy waves. Around her waist is a tied-on golden skirt that fans out behind her as she dances her way down the ramp; over her shoulder is the XHF Phoenix championship belt.*

*Coming out behind her is Atara Themis, dressed to the dimes in a tight-fitting evening gown that matches the blue of her eyes. Strappy silver heels flash as she saunters towards the ring, her eyes locked intensely with Warstein's. He sits on the middle rope and holds them open for her as she gracefully sweeps up the stairs and into the ring. After a moment to themselves, they join the other three in watching Betsy continue her entrance.*

*As she interacts with fans, Betsy poses for selfies with as many fans as she can, letting them hold the belt in their poses. After hamming it up a bit more, she finally climbs the stairs to the ring; Noah and Jackson approach to hold the ropes open for her. She smiles cheekily at both of them as she slides inside and takes a proper look around at the setup. Excitement shines bright in her emerald eyes. She looks over to Shawn with a grateful smile on her face and curtsies before him as she applauds. Turning to James, she grabs his face and pulls him in for an aggressive kiss. Atara watches with avid fascination while the others turn away and the crowd gives a mixed reaction of boos and wolf whistles.*

*When she finally releases him, Betsy beams and finally interacts with the others. Fresh off their victory, she and Atara hug and pose properly for the cameras. She ruffles the hair of Noah and Jackson affectionately, then hugs everyone in turn. Warstein snaps his fingers and a butler comes running to the announcer's table holding a large silver platter containing a bottle of fine champagne and glass flutes. They share a toast in the middle of the ring before James presents Betsy with a mic that was blinged out especially for her. She accepts it with a grin.*

"All of this for me... I don't even know where to begin. Thank you, my boys, for making this one of the most memorable nights I'm fixing to have. Shawn, that introduction was perfect, thank you for making Noah do some of the talking."

*There's a chuckle amongst the group while Noah looks slightly surly. Betsy pokes him on the nose gently.*

"Cheer up, I appreciate the effort. Ya did good kid, but Betsy can take it from here."

*Licking her lips and taking a deep breath, Betsy begins to walk the ring.*

"I'll be honest... I was the last person who believed I'd win the Righteous Rumble. When I decided to enter at all, it was purely to ensure that Legacy secured the main event spot. The guys and I had a singular goal: Secure the Legacy. One way or another, one of us was going to come out on top. Here's the kicker: No one ever suspected it would be me. My heart was set on making sure James had a worthy opponent, who I thought for sure was going to be Shawn Warstein."

*There's a boo from the crowd. Wartstein shrugs and motions for Betsy to carry on.*

"That's not to say I counted out Jackson and Noah or even Atara. There were so many opponents to keep up with, so many seasoned veterans and established stars. What chance did I have? Which, by the way, Raging Dead, you stupid donkey. You gave up your spot to show off and look how that turned out. After all that garbage you spouted, too. But all the same, I appreciate you boo. I didn't need the thirtieth entry but thank you all the same for handing it off to me. Take solace in the fact that your needless sacrifice towards my victory went in vain."

*Betsy stops her pace at the ropes facing the entrance.*

"I'm no longer the new kid on the block. I've established my name and my intentions quicker than I'd meant to, but I'm going to keep running with it. My star is rising higher every day and I have no intention of letting it go. I came back to this industry with a goal: Overcome. I failed this journey twice before; the third time is not only the charm, it's my last chance. My last, desperate act to achieve greatness in the field I'm most passionate about. And dare I say it... I'm well on my way of doing just that."

*She slides the Phoenix title off her shoulders and holds it up into the air.*

"The XHF is already learning that Betsy Granger is a name to be remembered. I came in and earned my shot at this belt in my debut. I came into my second match and took it off their champion with ease. But this was only the beginning."

*She sets the belt over the top rope as added decoration.*

"Trouble is brewing in all directions and I don't like it. I'm a woman of observation, then action. The time for watching has passed. So first things first."

*She turns towards Legacy and scrutinizes each one of them with affection in her eyes.*

"Such a powerful force to be reckoned with. This group is a powerhouse of talent, a fact that's been proven time and time again. Between the four of you, there wasn't a belt you couldn't have claimed. Shawn, our prevailing North American hero."

*She pauses to applaud him. The others follow suit, which is rewarded by heavy booing from the fans. A playful smirk crosses her face as she shakes her head at the jeers.*

"You love to hate him, but the man remains untouchable. And that's what we need to rebuild towards. Which brings me to a very important order of business."

*The smile fades and her eyes take on a hard glint.*

"I stood by and watched as Legacy formed and promised to become one of the most powerful forces professional wrestling could imagine. Everything was there: The talent, the skills, the look. Those boys had it all, and with Deana Barrows name behind them, they should have been unstoppable. That didn't last long... The chain is only as strong as its weakest link. Some could say that losing the tag titles makes Jackson and James the weakest link in this faction, but you'd be dead wrong. For when we turn around next, James loses his World Heavyweight title..."

*Betsy makes tsking noises as the crowd cheers over this.*

"When I came here, I knew I'd be thrown in with the guys based on my relationship with James. I was good with that. Shawn was already my friend, and I knew once I'd won over the other two, I'd be good as gold. But it became more than that. It wasn't just an alliance of convenience, these men... They became my family. Our dynamic is unique, but it is ours. And I, for one, am willing to do whatever it takes to protect and build up my family. Which brings me to you, Deana."

*At the mention of Deana's name, the guys exchange a glance then approach Betsy and cover the mic as they speak with her privately. She shakes her head, clearly assuring them not to worry. Pointing towards the back, she brings the mic to her lips again.*

"As of now Miss Barrows, your services involving the Legacy are no longer necessary."

*The boys of Legacy freeze where they stand while Atara's blue eyes light up with anticipation. There's an audible gasp from the crowd as Betsy's bold statement echoes through the arena for a moment.*

"It's true, with your direction, they snagged title after title. Here's the thing, Deana: Winning the belts is the easy part. The true challenge is keeping them once they've been won. This is where you have failed them. You were clever to insert yourself into their orbit; Legacy has monetary value and an undeniable influence on wrestling culture. Anyone would want the light of such a group to shine down on them. No one faults you for wanting to cut yourself out a slice of that pie, anyone would. You go where the money flows, and Legacy is money. But not with you at the helm. You've done your best, but your time has officially run out. Legacy is now in my capable hands, and with me, we are going to reach heights no one thought possible."

*She turns towards the men, who are starting to look pumped now.*

"Everything I do, I do for the Legacy. We are one. Tonight is the night we start rebuilding our greatness from within. Look around us, there isn't a person here we can't beat or a title we can't claim. There's so much to be achieved and we're the only ones up for the job. This brings me to my next order of business. I saw your little ad. All the videos you drop. I wondered when you would work your way here... Baphomet."

*Betsy's face darkens at the name of the self-proclaimed leader of the Left Hand. Her hand instinctively touches her neck, which still has fading bruises from their encounter at XWF Wednesday Night Warfare. James takes an unconscious step towards her, letting his arm fall protectively around her waist.*

"I may be too late to get your tentacles off of XWF, but I'll be damned if I let you take GCWA the same way. I won't stand here and waste my breath telling you to just turn around and leave. I'm not dumb or naive enough to believe you'd go without a fight. Which is just fine by me, because after our little tete a tete on Wednesday, I'm more than ready to take a bite out of you."

*A vicious smile plays across her face.*

"So I invite you to come in, sit back, and watch as I make GCWA MY home. Not just my yard; anyone can jump a fence and take a naked swim in the pool. But if you enter my castle, you will be extirpated, no questions asked."

*Betsy holds out her arms and twirls around, giggling as she does. When she finishes, she looks back towards the stage.*

"And now we come to you, Mack O'Connor."

*Everything in her demeanor changes instantly: Her eyes darken as her lip curls. Everything tenses as she considers her next words.*

"I hope you've had time to enjoy your win. How long have you stared at yourself in the reflection off the plate, hmmm? How many times have you reflected on that night and patted yourself on the back for such a win?"

*Her words become tangled in snarls as she carries on.*

"Pulling a shank on your opponent? Real fucking classy, Mack. I don't commend such actions in the first place, but the person you happened to pull that on..."

*Her voice breaks slightly as she turns to James. He comes forward and takes her hand, squeezing it.*

"You know, I was looking to keep this match strictly business. To be fair, I wasn't looking for the match at all. Of course, I went in hoping to win, but succeeding in my task was an unexpected treat. I had so much worthy competition to get through, and my limited experience in the ring lowered my odds. Nevertheless, I wasn't given the title 'The Impossible Traveler' just because it sounded neat. My entire life has revolved around achieving what the world considered impossible and improbable. I entered the Rumble against incredible odds and I came out on top, through quick wit and natural talent. I defeated the odds and now I'm going to defeat you too."

*Climbing to the middle rope, she leans forward.*

"Watch my every move carefully, Baphomet. Once I topple the giant, I'm coming for the hydra that is The Left Hand. Bringing the World Title back to the Legacy is the priority. Failure from here on in is no longer an option. If you want to build your following, then consider this my call to arms."

*Betsy hops down and turns towards her allies in the ring. She gives each one an appraising look.*

"We are strong on our own, but even stronger together. Yes, we have our differences; and holy shit, do some of us not play well with others. These differences only work to make us stronger as a unit; when we learn to play off each other's strengths, we can lessen the impact of our weaknesses. Thus far, we have come together and unified with compromise and shared goals. We can only rise higher from here."

*She turns back to the stage.*

"You can keep your creepy cults and unstable alliances... I have my family. And I will do anything and everything in my power to keep them safe. As one, we will rise high and conquer all who would think to stop us. We are the glow of the stars and we will use that to burn anyone who thinks they can stamp us out. And it starts with Mack O'Connor. I wouldn't even bother switching the nameplate, friend. Just keep it warm for me. I'll be around for it accordingly. Now... I think that'll be enough of the talk for now. This is supposed to be a celebration, am I right? Let's party!"

*Betsy sets the mic down as upbeat music begins to play. Grabbing the entire bottle of champagne, she takes a deep chug before passing it off to Atty. The Grecian beauty takes a healthy swig then passes it off to Noah. Picking up the crown, Atara motioned for Betsy to bend her golden head down. Betsy looks a bit apprehensive, but everyone encourages her to embrace being the queen of the night. Grinning indulgently, Betsy bows her head and allows Atara to crown her. The camera fades on the group sharing another toast.*

Singles Match
Alessandro Quagliaterre (0-0) vs. Aaron Warthog (8-27)

Minos: The next match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... standing 6'1" and weighing 330 lbs... from Charleston, South Carolina... accompanied by Memphis Belle... here is Aaron Warthog!!