Hood: Hey, can't argue with the ref, can you? I mean, you can, but it doesn't get you anywhere...

Hood: I can't believe he did that to Jax!

Hood: Hey, it's his body, his choice, right?

Rockwell: Let's not even get into that argument now. I've seen it tear apart too many friendships.

Hood: But, we're not friends.

Rockwell: Oh, right. Then fuck you, Hood.

*"Centuries Remix" by Fallout Boy feat. Juicy J starts up, and Shawn Warstein comes out of the back. If it were a competition of who gets the louder boos, it's just about dead even between Warstein and Vargas. Warstein, obviously not caring about the reaction, either, makes his way down the aisle to the ring, brandishing his championship on one shoulder. He hands it to the ref, telling him to make sure it stays safe.*

Hood: I wonder if Warstein's going to break out any karate moves tonight.

Hood: I still think Warstein could break those boards if he put his mind to it...

*The Bell Rings.*

Rockwell: Could two contestants in a match be anymore different?

Hood: Anything is possible.

Rockwell: You're right, even a Dragon Zord is possible in the GCWA.

Hood: I thought I imagined that.

Rockwell: Ha, no you didn't.

*Warstein and Vargas stand nose to nose in the middle of the ring talking trash to one another. Vargas smirks, and Warstein clinches his jaw. Vargas then slaps Warstein across the face out of nowhere. Warstein double legs Vargas to his back and mounts him, throwing rights and lefts. Vargas covers up blocking most shots, but a few make contact with Vargas's head. The referee steps in trying to pull Warstein off, but Warstein shoves him off. This gives Vargas a chance to shove Warstein off of him and both men scramble to their feet. The two men charge at each other grabbing a collar tie with one hand and then hammering each other with the other hand.*

Hood: Well, that escalated quickly.

Rockwell: These men better be careful or they might get disqualified.

Hood: Only a liberal snowflake would DQ Chad Vargas.

*Warstein begins to get the upper hand and begins to drive Vargas back into a corner. Vargas is staggered and as Warstein goes for a haymaker Vargas lands a kick boot to the gut. Warstein grabs his Stomach and Vargas slams a right hand into the skull of Warstein, staggering Warstein. Vargas takes a moment to yell at the crowd and when he turns back to Warstein, Warstein sticks him thumb in Vargas's eye.*

Rockwell: This is getting real ugly, real quick.

Hood: Kind of like a Rockwell family reunion.

Rockwell: ... I hate you.

*Warstein grabs the blinded Vargas and whips him into the corner and then follows in with running big boot into the corner. Warstein steps back and Vargas staggers out into a belly to belly suplex from Warstein. Warstein quickly hooks for the pin.*

Kickout.

Rockwell: Shawn Warstein was about to pull a fast one there.

Hood: No way a Confederate Icon goes down like that.

Rockwell: The confederacy went down pretty quick.

Hood: THE SOUTH SHALL RISE AGAIN!

*Warstein starts pulling Vargas up to this feet when Vargas grabs Warstein by the head and drops him with a jaw breaker. Warstein grabs his jaw and staggers back to the ropes. Vargas charges and clotheslines Warstein and they both go toppling over the top rope to the outside where both men land on the mat.*

Rockwell: Looks like both men came up on the wrong end of that one.

Hood: Like the south, Chad Vargas will rise again.

*Vargas and Warstein both climb to their feet and Warstein fires first with a big chop across the chest of Vargas. Vargas grabs his chest and staggers back, but Warstein stays on the assault grabbing Vargas and throwing him into the security railing. Vargas sinks to his knees and Warstein continues the assault with vicious knees to the body of Vargas. Vargas falls to the ground and tries covering up as Warstein holds onto the railing and starts kicking Vargas. The referee hops out of the ring and gets between Warstein and Vargas, backing up Warstein and warning him of DQ. Warstein rolls back into the ring as the referee checks on Vargas.*

Rockwell: Shawn Warstein is being absolutely vicious.

Hood: He's a dirty, stinking cheater.

Rockwell: I'm surprised you don't like that.

*The Referee backs Warstein up as Vargas pulls himself up to the apron holding onto the ropes. Warstein charges forward grabbing the top rope and jerks it hard, sling shotting Vargas over the top rope to the mat. Vargas rolls to the corner and slowly pulls himself up when Warstein grabs him and shoots him across the ring again and Vargas hits the turnbuckle hard. Warstein runs across the ring again for a big boot in the corner, but Vargas grabs the top rope and pulls himself out of the way and Warstein eats the turnbuckle, hitting his crotch on the top turnbuckle and rope. Warstein falls back to the middle of the ring holding his crotch and writhing in agony.*

Rockwell: Oh, very costly mistake for Shawn Warstein.

Hood: I hope he's done having kids.

*Vargas realizes what happened and jumps on Warstein for a pin.*

Kickout.

Rockwell: Shawn Warstein still has fight left in him.

Hood: Must not have had much down there to damage.

Rockwell: You know these guys watch the show back and hear what you say about them right?

Hood: What? They do?

*Vargas gets to his feet and drops an elbow on Warstein. Vargas then rolls to his knees, grabs Warstein with one hand and begins hammering Warstein with right hands. Vargas fires five right hands, and only stops at the warning of the ref. Vargas stands up, pulling Warstein up with him. Vargas hooks Warstein in a double underhook and then lifts him into the air. Vargas shows some impressive strength holding Warstein up in the air for a ten count before dropping him down with a double underhook stalling suplex.*

*Vargas pops up to a knee and poses to the crowd to a round of boos. Vargas smirks and flips the crowd off before standing up and stomping Warstein. Vargas moves to the corner and climbs the top rope, he stops to flip the crowd off again and then preforms a moonsalt, but Warstein gets his knees up. Vargas lands stomach first across the knees of Warstein and rolls around holding his stomach.*

Rockwell: Shawn Warstein get his knees up and Vargas lands beer gut first across them.

Hood: Rockwell, they can hear us man.

*Warstein pulls himself using the ropes, but Vargas is already up. Vargas charges, but at the last moment Warstein drops down pulling down the top rope and Vargas tumbles over it to the apron. Both Warstein and Vargas pull their selves up and Vargas goes for a shoulder through the top and middle rope, but Warstein side steps and then lands a knee strike to the head of Vargas. With Vargas hanging between the ropes, Warstein hits the ropes and comes back with a big boot, but Vargas slides back between the ropes at the last minute. Vargas quickly grabs Warstein in a sleeper. Warstein reached back grabbing Vargas's head and drops down, dropping Vargas's throat across the top rope breaking the hold. Vargas drops to the apron, while Warstein is on his knees regaining his breath.*

Rockwell: In just a short amount of time these two men have really put a beating on each other.

Hood: Yeah, but Vargas's beatings are southern fried, and southern fried makes everything better.

*Both men pull their selves up, with Vargas still on the apron. Vargas strike first landing a hard right hand. Warstein fires back with an elbow to the side of Vargas's head. Vargas slings himself with the top rope and uses his head as a weapon, headbutting Warstein in the face. Warstein is staggering and his nose is busted open. Vargas moves to the turnbuckle and begins climbing to the top rope, but Warstein collects himself and runs forward jumping up the ropes and grabbing Vargas. Warstein then belly to belly suplexes Vargas off the top rope and both men both crash to the mat hard.*

Rockwell: Both men are down and devastated.

Hood: Vargas will rise like....

Rockwell: *cutting Hood off* if you one more time that the South will rise again, so help me God.

1...

5...

*Vargas rolls to all fours as does Warstein, Vargas charges forward on all fours and headbutts Warstein. Warstein winces and pups up to his knee and slams a forearm across the back of Vargas.Vargas pops up to his knees and fires a right hand into the face of Warstein. Warstein fires back and him and Vargas begin trading shots as they work their way back to their feet. Vargas goes for a big hook but Warstein ducks and hits PPF (Past Present Future) (A short Knee to the face, followed by a straight elbow, immediately followed by a spinning back elbow to the jaw.). Vargas sinks to the mat and Warstein backs into the corner and starts calling for the King's Crown.*

Rockwell: This could be it, Shawn Warstein is looking to end it.

Hood: No way, Vargas will not fall like Antietam.

*Vargas pulls himself to his knees and Warstein charges for King's Crown (Kinshasa to a kneeling opponent) but Vargas ducks under and catches Warstein in a school boy.*

Kickout.

*Both men roll to their feet quickly, but Vargas is to his first and up kicks Warstein as he stands up. Warstein is staggered and Vargas throws another kick to the stomach this time doubling Warstein over. Vargas hooks Warstein's head and hits the Snakeskin DDT (Modified Evenflow DDT). Vargas shoots a half and rolls Warstein over for a pin.*

Kickout.

Rockwell: Chad Vargas might have got it if he hooked the leg.

Hood: Definitely would have got it if he hooked the tights.

*Vargas begins yelling at the referee for counting slower than the state of Georgia. Vargas then begins to stalk Warstein ready to lock Warstein in for the Stroke. Warstein stands and Vargas goes to grabs him, but Warstein ducks under and grabs Vargas in a waist lock. Vargas fires a back elbow to the head of Warstein breaking his hold. Vargas charges for the ropes, but Warstein follow him. Vargas hits the ropes and turns right into a spear from Warstein. Both men fly between the top and middle rope and crash to the ground outside of the ring.*

Rockwell: Both men are down and out again.

Hood: Someone better call an ambulance after that fall.

Rockwell: The referee is counting both men.

1...

Kickout.

Rockwell: That was so close.

Hood: Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

*Vargas rolls up to his feet and goes for a clothesline but Warstein ducks. Warstein goes for a spinning back elbow but Vargas ducks and Warstein blasts the referee with the elbow. The referee goes down hard and Warstein looks at him and just shakes his head. Warstein turns back to Vargas and get a free trip to dick kick city as Vargas plants a butt right between Warstein's legs. Before Warstein can collapse, Vargas grabs him and plants Warstein with The Stroke ( Forward Russian Legsweep). Vargas rolls Warstein over and makes a pin, but the referee is still down.*

Hood: This is a miscarriage of justice.

Rockwell: I mean Vargas would have been disqualified if the referee wasn't out anyway.

Hood: SEMANTICS!

*Vargas lays on top of Warstein and counts to three himself, but the referee is still out. Vargas gets up and is cussing the referee as he grabs him and starts pulling him up. The referee begins to stir and Vargas turns his attention back to Warstein and grabs Warstein by the head lifting him up. As Warstein is coming up he pulls Vargas's hand down and bits his finger, breaking Vargas's hold on him. Warstein then spits the hand out and kicks Vargas in the groin as well. Vargas grabs his crotch and Warstein spits in Vargas's face and then hooks him with the Ego Trip (Future Shock DDT). Warstein rolls Vargas over and makes the pin, as the referee crawls into position.*

THREE...

Hood: NO, CHAD VARGAS WAS ROBBED, THIS IS A LIBERAL CONSPIRACY!

Rockwell: Call Alex Jones about it.

*Warstein is quick to get out of there, securing his championship. He looks like he couldn't be more happy with how that all went down. He heads up the aisle as a disgruntled Vargas sits up, angrily shoving the ref away.*

Rockwell: This is it folks, the moment we've been waiting for all night!

Rockwell: You can't help but wonder if Deana has any tricks up her sleeve after Granger essentially told her to kick rocks when it comes to Legacy.

*Deana herself is already standing behind a desk in the center of the ring. She seems cold and composed, flipping through the paperwork with a smug grin on her face. When "Blockbuster Night pt 1" by Run the Jewels begins, Barrows snaps to attention, her expression as neutral as she can make it. This changes when Betsy comes dancing out from the back, followed by most of Legacy. Jackson Hart is noticeably absent; The laxatives were still working their magic on his insides. Shawn moves to stand behind Betsy and puts his hands on her shoulders, whispering in her ear. She grins and nods her head as the four begin to make their way to the ring. As a group, they stop short at the apron facing the stage. Betsy turns to the remaining guys and motions towards the other sides of the ring. As she slides in, James, Shawn, and Noah fan out.*

*She hops the first rope and teases the crowd. Upon hopping down, she turns to move to the next but catches the expression on Deana's face. Her grin fades a bit and she walks over to the desk, leaning over it to talk privately to Barrows. Deana shrugs her shoulders and leans back, regarding Betsy with a measured expression, though the flames shooting from her eyes indicated that she still didn't approve of the Impossible Traveler.*

Rockwell: What kind of greeting did Granger expect after she took it upon herself to relieve Barrows of her services to the Legacy?

Rockwell: Certainly true, and I'm glad at least Deana isn't the type to be that openly vindictive... although I also think her father being around has something to do with it, as well...

*"Vagabond" by the Greenskeepers begins to play as the crowd continues to boo. Mack O'Connor appears with the GCWA World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder, wearing his usual jeans and a black tank top. As he marches towards the ring, he takes note of Warstein, Raven, and Jackson flanking their First Lady on three corners. With a smirk, he drags his eyes to the ring and finds them immediately locked with Granger's intense emerald gaze. When he reaches the apron, he pauses, still looking up at Betsy. Nodding minutely, Betsy takes a couple of steps backward and gestures for Mack to enter. When he does, he cautiously walks to the other side of the desk. Deana regards him with an appraising look. Rising from the chair she'd been inhabiting, she takes up a mic and brings it to her lips.*

Deana Barrows: I do love a good contract signing. Thank you both for joining me on what is sure to finalize what is sure to be a historic bout.

*The crowd gives a mixed reaction. Deana smiles wolfishly and addresses this.*

Deana Barrows: I know it's not the main event anyone wanted, but it's the main event we're going to get. I wouldn't worry, kids... It will be a night to remember.

*More boos rain down. Deana grins and shrugs, giving both competitors a smile that lacked all the apology it was meant to convey.*

Deana Barrows: Mack, Betsy... Why waste time? Let's get right down to business, shall we? Betsy... As the challenger, you get to sign first!

*Picking up the pen Deana slides towards her, Betsy gives Mack a final glare before leaning over to sign her name on the neverending sets of documents. As she does this, Mack finds his way over to Raven's side of the ring. The two end up in a heated exchange; Raven is about to enter the ring to get in Mack's face, but Betsy, having finished cramping her hand, calls out to stop him. Raven backs away, still shouting inaudible insults and flipping him a double bird. Mack laughs and retreats to the desk where it is his turn to sign. Betsy has now gone to James and is doing her best to soothe the beast.*

Rockwell: Clearly Raven would like to get his hands on the man who took the World Title from him.

Hood: Hey, James has been denied his title rematch for now, but it's all for a good cause as he fully expects Betsy to bring the title back home to Legacy.

*When finished, Mack turns around to say something to Betsy. Catching her with Raven, he saunters over and throws an arm around Betsy's shoulders. Even though he has no mic, Deana has snuck up unnoticed; his next words can be heard by the cameras and several fans when her mic picks them up.*

Mack O'Connor: Not sure how you managed to snag this one, Raven. She'd make a fortune doing conjugal visits. I know a few guys if you'd want to set that up?

*The words are barely out of his mouth when Betsy finally snaps. Turning on him with lightning speed, she cracks his jaw with a European uppercut. This was all the invitation he needed; O'Connor grabs Granger in response and whips her across the ring. She's quick to her feet and ignoring the distinct height and weight difference between them, charges at O'Connor. The speed of her charge mixed with his surprise made it easier for her to knock them both out of the ring. They come crashing to the floor where Warstein, already accompanied by Raven and Noah, are waiting.*

Rockwell: Uh oh, I don't think this is a fight that O'Connor can win!

Hood: Who could? It's Legacy!

*Without hesitation, the three of them pull O'Connor off Betsy. Warstein and Noah begin taking their shots as Raven checks on Granger. She assures him she's fine as she gets back to her feet, then walks over to where Mack is attempting to hold his own. Gently tapping Noah and Shawn on the shoulders, she steps in between them and hits O'Connor with the Plante de Visage. He drops and finds himself quickly surrounded. Even though she has him where she wants him, Betsy seems conflicted about furthering the attack... Until O'Connor whips out his leg and sweeps Granger off her feet. She crashes into Raven, who manages to cushion most of her fall. Warstein and Noah immediately go on the attack, stomping Mack to keep him down. Snarling, Betsy leaps to her feet and rushes towards O'Connor. She motions for him to be rolled over and from there, she slaps on the Tuez Les Etoiles.*

Rockwell: They're going to take out Mack right here, right now!

Rockwell: We need help!

*Suddenly Chad Vargas races out from the back, followed by Outcast and Zybala. They waste no time joining the fray and chaos ensues. Vargas rushes straight for Betsy, bringing down a kick hard enough for her to break the hold on Mack. Mack and Betsy roll away opposite of each other; Betsy begins to get worked over by Vargas while O'Connor slips temporarily out of view to recover. Raven gets to his feet and pulls Vargas off Granger. Backing against the barricade, Betsy gasps for air as she watches Raven and Vargas go at it. Zybala and Warstein are locked in a violent battle, pummeling each other mercilessly. Meanwhile, Outcast keeps Noah busy, the two men have made their way towards the announcer's tables.*

*During all of this, Deana Barrows watches from the ring. By now, she's gotten up from her desk and has called the security unit. O'Connor, having recovered enough, reenters the brawl and launches himself straight for Betsy. The Impossible Travelers eyes widen and she manages to roll away; O'Connor's shoulder meets the barricade. Behind them, Noah and Outcast have somehow made their way on top of the announcer's table. O'Connor recovers quickly and charges Granger again. She leaps to her feet in desperation and hurries away, still attempting to recover some. Smelling blood in the water, he stalks her almost playfully before bridging the distance. Smiling into her face, O'Connor hits Granger with his trademark Hollow Point.*

Rockwell: Hollow Point!! The move that's won so many championships!!

Hood: Damn, and he did that without hesitation!

*Granger falls to the floor, shrieking in agony. O'Connor grins and kicks her a few times. Raven, having heard Betsy's screams of pain, slams Vargas's head into the metal stairs and tosses him away. He rushes towards O'Connor and seeing the scene, sends him into a blind fury. He tackles O'Connor, getting him as far away from Granger as he can, and the two begin to battle furiously. Security finally arrives and begins the thankless task of breaking apart the brawlers. Deana watches on stoically, a ghost of a smile playing across her lips.*

Rockwell: Something tells me Deana is enjoying this...

Rockwell: At least security is getting control now...

*Raven complies willingly, going back over to Betsy, who was just starting to stir. He picks her up gently and throws her arm over his shoulder. Rubbing her temples, she promises Raven she's alright; as security surrounds them for their exit, they snag Noah and drag him along. Warstein and Zybala are still trying to fight security to get back at each other. James puts her down at her request; she then hobbles over to Warstein and touches him gently on his chest. She says something to him that causes him to turn his anger to her. They stare at one another for a few moments, then Shawn nods towards the guards restraining him and he falls back with the rest of the Legacy.*

*Meanwhile, O'Connor and Vargas have reentered the ring and are taunting the others to join them. Outcast slowly makes his way in with them, still recovering from his battle with Noah. Zybala clearly has no desire to stop his attacks on Warstein, but reluctantly backs away. All the while, Deana is grinning her head off. Finally, she picks her mic back up and picks up right where she left off.*

Deana Barrows: Well that was dramatic. As I was going to say, before everything escalated, was good luck to both of you.

*Betsy narrows her eyes and turns with the rest of Legacy to leave. Mack is still watching her when Deana begins again.*

Deana Barrows: Aaahhhh... I knew I was forgetting something...

*Betsy's shoulders were tense as she freezes on the ramp. Deana's smile has turned sinister.*

Deana Barrows: I had a feeling things might get wildly out of hand tonight. Legacy has a problem with their tempers as much as they do authority, it seems. I had a feeling one of you would strike the first blow and cause this mess to happen. So I decided to guarantee a clean fight for both of you at Adrenaline Rush.

*Both competitors look confused now as Deana continues to grin.*

Deana Barrows: Sometimes, things can get a little heated and regular referees just won't do. Look how inadequate they've been recently. So I thought to myself 'who would be the perfect enforcer to ensure a fair fight?', and then it came to me. In a flash, I knew the perfect person to make sure the two of you don't try to pull any funny business. So without any further ado, let me introduce all of you to the special enforcer for the main event at Adrenaline Rush!"

*Legacy turns towards the entrance, as "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio begins to play! The crowd pops as The Big Bifford walks out, dressed to fight. He walks right past Legacy, almost like he doesn't see them, as he heads towards the ring.*

Rockwell: Oh damn!! The Big Bifford is the Special Enforcer??

Rockwell: And Bifford will be fighting here, next!

*The Big Bifford heads into the ring, looking ready to go. He starts towards the other wrestlers in the ring, but Deana quickly intercedes, telling him to calm down and remember who his real opponent is. Bifford thinks about it and nods, even as O'Connor stares at him, wondering what's going through his head. We fade to commercial.*

*Bifford is sitting against the corner, with the ring thankfully holding up from its weight. "Gangsta's Paradise" from Coolio, which has been playing for a long while, finally comes to an end, after we've basically heard the full song. Bifford has already discarded his MAGICAL FLEECE, showing that he's ready to fight.*

Rockwell: Bifford and his new assistant, Carmichael, were at an IKEA this week, with a new plan regarding Bifford's chicken sandwich restaurant... but the ninja once again struck.

Hood: That's... that's just 'acting'...

Minos: His opponent... making his way to the ring... standing 6'2" and weighing 225 lbs... from Los Angeles, California... he is one-half of the GCWA World Tag-Team Champions... here is Xavier Lux!!