The LEGACY logo shows up on a black screen as the sound of trumpets start up, the image fading, the trumpets joined by the sound of violins. The image of Stephen Rawlings fades in, replacing the LEGACY logo, and then fades out as it is replaced by one of Herb Moxley. That image is replaced by one of Marcus Marion, and then one of Matt Larcen fills the screen. We then see Jack Henderson, and that image is replaced by one of Osamu Hayashi.

The next image is of Loco Martinez, followed by Gryffin Anselm. Nicholas Creed is next, followed by DJ Cassidy. John Thomas follows him, and is then replaced by Eric Wolfson. The next person's image we see is Katsuro Yoshida, and his image is replaced by one of Jake Dominion. Tim Jones follows him, replaced by Diego de Cardenas, and then Aaron Beaudway. Dan Stein is then shown, followed by the last image we see, that of Greyson Blade.

The sound of drums joins into the mixture of sound, followed by other instruments probably including other brass and woodwinds. Other stringed instruments follow in as images of competitors battling it out in the ring show across the screen. We see footage from several of Creed's Tao of Valor Championship defenses, followed by footage from the match between Herb Moxley and Eric Wolfson. Clips from the various encounters between Tim Jones and Aaron Beaudway are shown, followed by several clips of Jack Henderson and Matt Larcen in the ring with various opponents. We then get clips from the No Limits matches we've seen thus far in LEGACY, followed by a clip of Loco Martinez hitting a move on Marcus Marion, Katsuro Yoshida locking Stephen Rawlings into the cattle mutilation submission, and then one of Gryffin Anselm holding up the No Limits belt.

Clips of Marcus Marion and John Thomas battling it out are next, followed by images from various matches including the Revenge of the Nerds and the Old School Kings. We then get a collection of clips including footage from the matches thus far in LEGACY between Stephen Rawlings and Dan Stein, some from the matches between Dan Stein and Greyson Blade, followed thereafter by clips from the match between Stephen Rawlings and Greyson Blade, ending with a clip of Dan Stein getting involved in the end of that match and laying out Rawlings and Blade.

All of the various footage and images fade to black, and we end on a shot of the branding graphic for our pay per view event, the Boston skyline with the words "Advent Empire" shimmering as it fades in.

Original Competition Date : 9.10.2006

The feed goes live and the cameras jet down to show purple and gold pyro set off inside the ring, bursting from the center of the ring with golden sparks shooting up from each of the four corners. The fireworks end and the hot crowd inside Boston University's Agganis Arena are going wild, waiting for this pay per view event to begin. The camera flies down from above the ring and zooms in on the announce position to the left side of the arena stage and we see the trio of Mark Perletta, Landon Savage, and Joey C. Each of the three are wearing suits as they sit behind the table with inset monitors.

Mark Perletta: Ladies and Gentlemen, WELCOME to Advent Empire, a LEGACY original pay per view extravaganza!

Landon Savage: After an exciting couple of months we've had, I've got a great outlook on tonight's event, which should include at least one title change.

Joey C: Just looking at the matches, I'd have to agree with you on that, but the title matches aren't the only things on the show I'm looking forward to, as we've got a couple of matches that don't directly include a championship belt that should be great matches, including a No Disqualification match between Marcus Marion and John Thomas, and the pay per view debut of one of my new favorites, Matt Larcen.

Mark Perletta: We've got what should be a great show about ready to begin.

The speakers all over the arena kick up as Wyclef's remix of Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust" starts to play, and Smith Cartwright steps out onto the entrance stage, a microphone in his hand. Once he gets to the top of the ramp he stops and waits as the music fades under, then he raises the microphone to his mouth.

Smith Cartwright: When the front office was deciding on the best order to schedule the matches in the show, they also knew they had an announcement to make, and it didn't take them very long to realize that they wanted it made at the top of the show, so we're kicking things off tonight by announcing that the winner of the contest to determine who becomes the next ring announcer is... Josephina Colbert!!!

A majority of the crowd pops loudly and "Don't Cha" by the Pussycat Dolls hits the speakers and Josephina Colbert walks out from the back wearing a very revealing top and a VERY short skirt. She waves to the crowd as she walks across the stage, a huge smile on her face. After her music cuts out, Smith Cartwright begins to speak once again.

Smith Cartwright: I'd have to say that you fans definitely made a great choice, though honestly, when I was standing on this platform with the final three contestants, I knew that there wasn't a bad choice amongst them. Now in previous weeks, I came out here, made an announcement about the ring announcer contest, and then that was it, I went backstage. Not tonight, however, as this isn't the only announcement that needs to be made. Since we have a new ring announcer, I'm going to let Josephina make this announcement, since most of you all are going to be staring at her while the announcement is made anyway!

Smith hands the microphone to Josephina Colbert.

Josephina Colbert: At Rise of the Elite 3, LEGACY took steps to continue one tradition and in the process, tried to tear down the walls between organizations in our business, providing an opportunity for match ups previously impossible due to those boundaries. While Sky High Cup 3 was fun times, the LEGACY front office decided that it was short-sided for our organization to only have a trophy that celebrates the skills of PART of our roster. That said, the front office still wanted to have a series of contests culminating in one match, the winner of which would receive a trophy, so at this year's December pay per view event, the finals of a series of matches will occur, the winner of which will receive not only a trophy, but also a cash prize and a guaranteed World Title shot!

The excitement level grows amongst the crowd.

Josephina Colbert: This time around there will not be a weight limit involved, and it will be open to ALL members of this roster. Anyone NOT on the LEGACY roster is welcome to apply for an invitation into the tournament of sorts, and those chosen will need to be available for qualifying matches, happening in the next few weeks!

The crowd starts cheering mildly, and suddenly "Tequilla" by Herp Albert starts to play over the PA system, and Diego de Cardenas walks out from the back, Hannah Perez walking next to him. He's wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt with the Mexican flag emblazen upon it, a bandana on his head. Smith Cartwright and Josephina Colbert look surprised to see him, and they back up to one side of the top of the entrance ramp, and Diego walks up to them, Hannah staying behind him. The music cuts off, and Diego, with a disgusted look on his face, begins to speak.

Diego de Cardenas: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, a travesty of good taste has occurred here in LEGACY. A replacement ring announcer was chosen, but the best woman for the job did NOT win the contest. The best woman for the job is standing beside me, not in front of me. Hannah Perez should have won this contest. Had the front office actually made this into a contest that involved some sort of skill, she would've. Instead, they relied upon people going onto the world wide web and voting for their top choice, which basically cuts out most of the population who would've voted for Hannah. Smith, how many hard working Latinos do you know that have enough money to pay for internet access?!

Smith doesn't say anything, as he's a little intimidated by Diego de Cardenas, who is starting to get into his face.

Diego de Cardenas: It's no matter, because LEGACY's loss is my gain. Because LEGACY upset Hannah Perez, because LEGACY screwed my fellow latinos out of the chance to be better represented in this business by making this contest web-based, I'm making it my personal goal to get some restitution. That little tournament thing that the front office is using to replace Sky High? I'm going to win it. I don't care what it takes, I'm going to be the one who makes it to that final match and wins not only the trophy and the cash, but also the opportunity to fight for the LEGACY World Title. I didn't know what the Sky High Cup was going to involve when I signed up for it and that didn't keep me from getting to the finals. Now that I'm all healed up and my neck is feeling good, LEGACY had better keep an eye out for Diego de Cardenas!

Diego tosses the microphone at Smith Cartwright and "Tequilla" once again hits the speakers and Diego heads to the back, followed closely by Hannah Perez, followed shortly thereafter by Smith Cartwright. Josephina Colbert starts walking down to the ring, a microphone still in hand.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen our first match of the night is for the Tao of Valor Championship and will be contested under Last Man Standing Rules and the winner of this match will be determined when only one man can answer to a ten count.

Most of the fans in attendance start to cheer and then a voice is heard over the PA system.

Whenever a pretty girl smiles at you – or you just THINK she's smiling at you but she’s really smiling at the jock behind you…

I’m with you.

Whenever someone is kicking you around because they know you’re to kind hearted to retaliate…

I’m with you.

Whenever you’re sick and tired of all the controversy and just can’t wait for the next release of the next Loco Martinez action figure…

I’m with you.

When you’ve had enough wet willies, wedgies, and kicks to the crotch and you’re ready to stand up, to fight, to UNLEASH THE DRAGON…

I’m with you.

There are a few moments of silence. The crowd begins to chant, “Mox-ley, Mox-ley, Mox-ley.” Suddenly the malevolent voice of Howard Beale from “Network” blasts over the PA system.

I’M AS MAAAD AS HELL – AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!

The crowd erupts HUGE as “We’re Not Going to Take It Anymore” by Twisted Sister starts to play and Herb Moxley steps out from backstage wearing his “Know Your Roll” tshirt. Slowly he makes his way down the isle, slapping as many hands as he can get to.

Mark Perletta: And what a HUGE ovation for Herb Moxley from these fans as he’s the first competitor in the first match of the night, what a great way to start things out!

Joey C: Imagine how much bigger the reaction would be if Jen X was coming out with him.

Landon Savage: Personally that’s the only reason I thought people ever cheered for Herb Moxley. I never was quite sure why they cheered for him as much as they did before he and she were… together.

Mark Perletta: It hurts you to even say that phrase, doesn’t it, Landon?

Landon Savage: That it does, Perletta, but it’s easier to deal with when they don’t throw it in my face by walking around together.

Joey C: Well it’s a smart move on Herb’s part tonight to not have Jen come to the arena with him for several reasons. First of all, tonight she’s officially being replaced by one of our other lovely ring announcer contestants. Secondly, Moxley’s going to get absolutely KILLED by Nicholas Creed here in the opening match up of the night. A lovely girl like Jen X shouldn’t have to be around to see that sort of thing first hand.

When Herb gets into the ring he walks over to his corner after shaking the referee’s hand and then takes off his shirt. While he waits, Herb does some motions with his arms and legs, almost like a slow martial arts form.

Mark Perletta: Herb Moxley set in the ring waiting for his opponent, the Tao of Valor Champion Nicholas Creed, and he’s doing some last minute stretching in preparation for what should be a very tough match.

Joey C: What’s that idiot doing, Tai Chi?

Mark Perletta: I believe it might be.

"Passive" by A Perfect Circle hits the speakers and out from the back walks Nicholas Creed, looking completely calm, a determined look on his face as he slowly makes his way down to the ring, the Tao of Valor Championship over his shoulder. Once at the bottom of the entrance ramp, he hops up onto the apron, eyeing Herb Moxley as he walks halfway down the length of the apron and then enters the ring.

Mark Perletta: Now the Champion is in the ring, and this should be a very intense match.

Landon Savage: That plays into the hands of Nicholas Creed quite nicely, too. Is there ANYONE out there who actually thinks that Herb Moxley is going to beat Creed in a Last Man Standing match? Is there ANYONE out there who thinks that Moxley’s going to be able to knock Creed down, let alone knock him out?

Joey C: I doubt it, especially since this is the last match that SIN needs to win in order to earn that last Tao of Valor token, thus guaranteeing himself a shot at the World Title.

Creed stands in his corner and has his eyes locked on Moxley. The referee comes over and takes the Tao of Valor Championship belt from Creed and then walks towards the center of the ring and lifts it high over his head before walking over and handing it to the time keeper. As the time keeper takes the belt, he hands the referee a small velvet bag, and the referee moves to the center of the ring and takes a golden oval out of the bag, shows it to Moxley, then shows it to Creed, and then lifts it up above his head.

Mark Perletta: And there it is, that’s the fourth and final token that Nicholas Creed needs to guarantee himself a shot at the World Title, only Herb Moxley standing in his way.

Landon Savage: Originally when I heard about the whole “token” idea, I thought it was a little goofy, but since each of them attaches to a particular spot on the belt… it essentially becomes PART of the belt, which I guess makes a little more sense.

The referee walks over and hands the token and the velvet bag to the time keeper and then moves to the center of the ring, signals to both competitors that the match is about to begin, and then he signals to the time keeper’s table and the opening bell rings.

Joey C: This match is underway!

Creed stares at Moxley with menacing eyes, as he slowly stalks toward his much smaller opponent. The crowd roars out its approval with…” LETS GO, MOXLEY, LET’S GO!!” Moxley, noticing the support of the crowd, moves in on Creed with stinging left jab to the abdomen, springing away after making the hit before Creed can grab him. Bouncing around, Herb moves in and and hits a right jab to the abdomen, again springing away. Creed looks on at the jocular “hit & run” tactics of his challenger, and simply absorbs the impact. The blows seeming to have no effect on the six-foot-five, champion. Using his wits, Moxley moves around, circling the ring, eyeing Creed the whole time, trying to come up a string of offense on the fly.

Mark Perletta: Good ring-psychology by Moxley, he knows he doesn’t stand a Democrats chance in Texas at going toe-to-toe with Creed, so he paces himself, searching for an opening to move in and out, quickly. A couple well landed blows from those massive trunks of Creed, and this match will be over in a heartbeat. Moxley, doesn’t want to be the next guy on SIN’S highlight reel.

Joey C: Bah…I still think the guys a gutless coward. He promotes abstinence to the youth of America, and preaches morals…and values. And now? He’s RUNNING away from a bull who sees red, because he’s AFRAID, that’s right I said it, AFRAID, that he just may give ‘em the horns. I’m going to close my eyes and count to ten, this match should be over by then.

Landon Savage: (Shakes his head) I concur. Perletta, wake me when this snooze-fest is over. I can’t believe I even put money on this match. I want my pesos back. Creed’s gonna rip his throat out!

Moxley moves in again, more of the same, rights, lefts, and they all seem to find there mark. Annoyed, Creed goes for a lariat, which Moxley ducks, and taking advantage of his agility, jumps in the air and catches Creed sleeping, with a neck-breaker. The crowd pops huge. The fans beat their feet at their favorite Nerd’s athletic prowess, and chant: LETS GO MOXLEY…LET’S GO! Getting cute for a moment, Moxley takes a slight bow and smirks, working the crowd.

Stirring on the mat, Creed shakes the cobwebs loose, more a victim of embarrassment than any physical pain, the big man slowly rises to a vertical base. Moxley noticing he may be in the dog house, circles the ring again, looking for another opening. Creed continues his chase and walks toward Moxley, who resigns to his old habits of exploring every inch of the ring. Moxley rebounds off the rope, and slides under Creed’s feet on the return, gets up, and throws a right Creed’s way, which the champion blocks. Creed throws a right of his own which staggers Moxley up against the ropes.

Joey C: Sweet! This is it! All Creed needed was one good opening, this Philistine is gonna BURY that little Sheppard boy. He’s finished. I LOVE IT!

Mike Perletta: This kid’s got heart, and it does seem like Creed is gaining the upper-hand. SIN’s power is well-documented, besides maybe, Greyson Blade, I don’t think there is a more powerful individual pound for pound, here in LEGACY. These fans are worried, because the REIGN OF SIN, they know, can be hit at any moment.

Creed grabs Moxley by the hair and heaves him, half-way across the ring. Moxley lands with a loud: “BOOM!” on the mat. The fans boo in unison, as they’re now watching in horror as one of their heroes is beginning to become physically dissected, by the ex-con. Creed bends down to one knee, grabs Moxley by the hair, and our audio feed picks up him saying: “YOU’RE DEAD, PIP-SQUEAK!”. Creed grabs the back of Moxley’s head and throws it down forcefully onto the mat. Creed rises to a vertical base, and begins to stick his foot on Moxley’s head cockily toying around with him. Creed drops an elbow and backs off.

Landon Savage: Here’s the count!

ONE….

TWO….

THREE....

FOUR….

FIVE….

SIX….

Moxley stirs. Creed stands Moxley at the last possible second. A tenth of a second away, from losing this title match. Creed then lets Moxley slump to the mat. Moxley, battered, crawls over to the right boot of Creed and hangs on for dear life. Creed, peers down at the helpless Moxley, and shakes his leg trying to pry Moxley off. The crowd in full support begin to rally behind Moxley, while Creed barely pays the capacity crowd any attention. Flash-light bulbs are seen going off, all over the arena, from the cheap-seats to the platinum chairs. With one tug, Moxley somehow manages to ground the big man, and he quickly seizes the opportunity. With cat-like speed, Moxley drops a knee onto the joint of Creed’s knee. One…then another…then another. The crowd eats it up, as they roar their approval. With a little text-book wrestling in his arsenal, Moxley wisely wraps Creed’s targeted knee into a figure-four leg-lock. Sweat beading off of the face of the challenger, as he howls in excitement, as the referee goes over to an agony stricken Creed, and asks if he yields, to which, he declines. Creed gets caught with both shoulders on the mat too weak to even hold his own body weight, and the ref slides into position.

Mark Perletta: Would you get a load of this, it’s VINTAGE MOXLEY!

ONE….

TWO….

THRE….

Joey C: (Wiping his brow) Creed, man, DON’T do this to me. Get your shoulders, OFF the mat!

Landon Savage: OH MY GOD…I can’t watch this. I’m about to have a nervous breakdown. This should NOT be happening.

Keeping the pressure on, Moxley applies more and more force, onto Creed’s now weakening, right, bad wheel. As the time ticks away, you get the feeling that maybe, just maybe, this could be Moxley’s fifteen minutes of fame. His shot at immortality, with possibly, taking the title away from the monster, SIN. The rascals out in the audience, keep their support going. Creed grips his face, and shakes his head, “no” each time the ref goes in for the word. Struggling, Creed digs his nails into the canvas and tries to power out of the figure-four, but no dice. At six-five, he tries to use his length and drag himself away from the center of the ring, to grab the ropes, he gets closer, and closer, but Moxley puts an early end to that campaign. Moxley, abruptly lets go of the figure-four, and in an instant drops a leg across the throat of the downed champion, runs toward the rope, rebounds, does a tuck and roll on the mat, leaps up and harnesses all two-hundred and twelve pounds of himself into a huge SPLASH onto the wiped out Creed. The fans go nuts, the cameras cut to both Landon Savage and Joey C, who both, have their heads planted into the table, throwing their hands up in the air as to say, “Why me, lord?”

Mark Perletta: ROLLING THUNDER! THAT’S ROLLING THUNDER!! Van Gogh’s back in town, cause that was one helluva, splash, onto some canvas!

Joey C: (Sobbing) Why lord? I pay my tithes. I make it to church…when easter rolls around. Why me?

Moxley backs off and the beat goes on…

Landon Savage: NOOOO!!!

Mark Perletta: Creed doesn’t seem to be through yet, but you got to wonder, how much gas does this monster have it in the tank? He’s almost three-hundred pounds, while he’s a nationally recognized athelete, fatigue and weight, definitely have to be working against him.

Moxley getting risqué takes to the turnbuckle, and scales it quickly. Playing to the crowd who cheer, like cheering was just invented, he jumps off of the turnbuckle and soars across the ring with a flying elbow-drop, which narrowly misses its mark! At the last second, Creed summoning some reserve, rolls out of the way. Using the ropes for support, Creed struggles to get to his feet, his right leg still nagging him after the ill effects of the aborted figure-four. Creed shakes his leg to let loose of the Charlie horse, and get the feeling back into his injured right leg, slowly bends down and lets out an audible groan, as he lifts Moxley to his feet. Creed, uwisely picks up Moxley and attempts to suck it up and atomic drop Moxley onto his bum right knee. Moxley, squirms out of the hold, and goes balls to the wall, nailing Creed instantly with the Dragon Slayer. The crowd is on their feet, the camera cuts to the plasmas and big screens in the arena, to showcase Moxley disoriented, slumps over to the bottom rope. The ref getting quite the workout, registers the count.

ONE….

TWO….

THREE….

FOUR….

FIVE….

SIX….

SEVEN….

Mark Perletta: It doesn’t get much closer than that. Three seconds away. Creed, was THREE seconds away from having to eat his words. Prison might’ve hardend him, but that Dragon Slayer just flattened him like a pancake.

Joey C: (Rolls his eyes) Yeah, so, do me a favor buddy? No more analogies. You sound like a complete moron. This thing ain’t over. Wolfson’s been in Creed’s ear all day long. He’s prepared him for situations like these, you just wait and see.

Landon Savage: Spoken like a true cynic. I too, will agree, Creed has a plan, this match is nearing it’s end. And if I know Creed, he’s got one last ace up his sleeve. See that insight? It’s why I get paid the big bucks. I’m a TERRIFFIC sportscaster journalist.

Creed, slowly rises to his feet, and after taking some time to regain himself, walks toward Moxley, irish-whips him to the ropes, and off the rebound administers a high-back body drop, which rattles the spine of Moxley. Creed, then stands Moxley up and lands a big boot to Moxley’s cranium, which drops him like a ton of bricks. Creed, wraps Moxley up in a choke-hold, holding him there for ten secounds, and then lets his frail body slump to the mat, battered, weathered and heavily brused.

Taking Moxley by the head, Creed smashes a forearm shot into the side of Herb’s face and then pulls him into a thrusting kneelift to the gut, doubling Herb over. At that point Creed rams his knee into Moxley’s face, then again, but as he goes for it a third time Moxley is able to get his forearms in the way, keeping SIN from continuing to target him in the same location. Wanting to keep in on the offensive, Creed grabs Herb and picks him straight up over his head with both arms extended upwards into a gorilla press. He holds Moxley up there and walks part of the way around the ring, inciting boos from the crowd. After having riled the fans up enough for his liking, Creed takes two steps and dumps Moxley over the top rope, down to the outside.

Crowd: OOOOOOOHHH!!

Apparently dissatisfied with the match potentially ending at this point in time, Creed exits the ring, grabs Moxley under the arm, lifts him to his feet and then throws him into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Sensing that Moxley might be down a little bit longer, Creed arrogantly walks over and gets back up to the apron using the steel steps. When he gets back into the ring he stands above Moxley, waiting for him to move. When he doesn’t, Creed lets out a small chuckle and then grabs him by the neck, picks him up to his feet, and after letting Moxley stand on his own for a couple of seconds, Creed walks around him. Once fully behind Herb, Creed methodically locks on a full nelson and then lifts Moxley up off the mat, and suddenly something wakes up inside of Herb and he starts flailing, which excites the crowd.

After letting Moxley suffer in the full nelson for about six seconds, Creed lifts Herb up a little higher…. PIVOTS… URINAGE! Moxley DRIVEN down onto his back with the REIGN OF SIN! The crowd goes completely silent and Creed stands up, one leg on either side of the fallen Moxley, just staring down at him. The referee, moves in and gets Creed to back up, and once Creed is back into one of the corners, the referee turns towards Herb and starts to make his count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Nicholas Creed moves in, looking to kick Moxley while he’s down to help keep him there, but the referee sees what SIN’s intentions are, and he gets in between Creed and Moxley, moving Nicholas back into a far corner, and then he returns to making the count on Moxley.

Four…

Five…

Six…

The crowd gets excited again as Herb Moxley starts to stir as the referee’s count reaches seven. The referee moves in closer to see whether Herb is going to be getting up or not, slowing his count down a bit. When the referee reaches eight, something inside of Moxley wakes up, hearing the fans stomping and cheering, and he gets a knee under himself, still groggy, he reaches for the ropes. Creed starts to move in towards Moxley and the referee turns his attention towards SIN momentarily, holding him back, and then he turns back to Moxley and makes the nine count.

Joey C: Just… one… more…

Mark Perletta: No, he’s up!

Before the referee can call the tenth and would-be final count, Moxley pulls himself upwards with the help of the top rope and lunges himself towards Creed, who was moving towards him anyway. Due to the momentum from shoving off of the ropes and the surprise of the attack with Creed not expecting it, Moxley is able to knock Creed down to the mat, getting a huge ovation from the fans!

Mark Perletta: Herb Moxley back on the attack!

Landon Savage: How the hell did this Nerd get himself back into the match?!

Shoving Moxley off of him, Creed gets back to his feet and immediately grabs Moxley by the arm, lifting him to his feet and sending him across the ring with an irish whip, and in the process knocking the referee down.

Landon Savage: The referee gets knocked down, and boy, that’s sure unfortunate.

Mark Perletta: Are you kidding? That was obviously intentional. How could it not be?

Joey C: PLEASE! Nicholas Creed needs the referee able to make the count, why would he want him laid out? Doesn’t make sense!

With Moxley and the referee both down on the mat, Creed exits out onto the apron, hops down to the arena floor and then shoves someone in the front row out of their seat and then takes the steel chair they were sitting on, folds it up, and gets back into the ring.

Mark Perletta: This would be illegal if the referee were to see it. This isn’t a “No DQ” match, just a last man standing match. This… this is why Nicholas Creed wanted the referee knocked out.

Joey C: Hey, just because Creed is making the most of his opportunity, that doesn’t mean it’s some sort of conspiracy by Creed to cheat.

As Creed steps into the ring through the ropes, Moxley, on the other side of the ring, gets to his feet and starts to stumble around. Nicholas Creed lifts the chair up onto his shoulder and stands there, waiting for Herb to continue to stumble around and make his way towards the center of the ring. As Moxley does so, Creed charges in, reaches back and swings full force with the chair… and Moxley is able to duck underneath it!

Creed turns around to take another swing at Moxley…

Moxley turns around and sees Creed with the chair in hand…

MOXLEY NAILS THE SUPER SWEET NINJA KICK, DROPPING CREED TO THE MAT!

THE FANS EXPLODE!!

With the chair laying on the mat next to him, Nicholas Creed starts to stir and rolls over onto his stomach, then picks his head up, looking for the chair. Realizing what he’ll do if Creed gets the chair back, Moxley thinks fast and runs in and grabs the chair and moves back to the corner. The fans start cheering as they see Moxley with the chair in hand, and he looks over at Creed, who is still trying to get up, still in a crawling position. Wanting to make the most of the opportunity, Moxley runs backwards towards the ropes, then bounces off with a ton of momentum and as he approaches Creed he jumps… puts the chair underneath him… and uses it with his legdrop to the back of Creed’s head, and the fans go wild again!!

The referee starts stirring, beginning to get up, and so Herb takes the chair and tosses it underneath the bottom rope, out of the ring. Moxley starts to grab Creed, but then he runs over and says something to the ring announcer, then points to the chair, then points to the fan in the front row from whom Nicholas Creed took the chair from.

Landon Savage: Look at that idiot, always thinking of his fellow man!

Joey C: That could be his downfall, wasting his precious time with Creed on the mat!

Slowly Creed starts getting up, and with the referee back on his feet, Moxley realizes that it’s the perfect opportunity, so he pretends to take a pretend sword out of a pretend sheath on a pretend belt and he hoists it straight up into the air, the fans popping huge as he does so. Instead of yelling out the name of his move, Moxley wastes no more time as he grabs Creed around the head for the second time in the match, runs towards the corner…. SCALES THE TURNBUCKLES… FLIPS UP AND BACKWARDS…. PULLING CREED WITH HIM AS HE GOES…

DRAGON SLAYER!!!

CREED’S OUT!

THE REFEREE STARTS THE COUNT, THE FANS ALONG WITH HIM!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

FOUR!!

FIVE!!

SIX!!

SEVEN!!

EIGHT!!

NINE!!

Creed starts to stir… and then he collapses back down to the mat!!

TEN!!!!

THE REFEREE SIGNALS FOR THE BELL AND THE FANS EXPLODE!!!

Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match and NEW Tao of Valor Champion… Herb Moxley!!

The time keeper hands the Tao of Valor Championship belt and the velvet bag with the TKO token to the referee, who takes it over to Moxley, who is on his knees, sobbing in the middle of the ring. The referee drapes the belt across Herb’s shoulder and puts the velvet bag in front of him.

Mark Perletta: He’s done it! He’s done the impossible! Herb Moxley has defeated Nicholas Creed and accomplished his goal of becoming Tao of Valor Champion!!

Joey C: A stroke of luck, that’s how he did it! There is no way that Herb Moxley could do this again if he tried a hundred times!

Landon Savage: A travesty of justice, and Nicholas Creed looks like he’s not going to stand for it!

As Moxley stands up in the ring, tears flowing, looking at the Tao of Valor Belt in his hands, his celebration is cut short as Creed rushes in from behind him and drops him to the mat with a forearm shot, and as Moxley hits the mat, the boos start pouring in. Not finished, Creed lifts Moxley up off the mat, picks him up and nails him with a back breaker, then a second one. Lifting him up a third time, Creed hits yet another back breaker, only this time, instead of dropping Moxley or picking him back up again, Creed puts one hand on Moxley’s knee, the other hand at the base of Moxley’s neck. With both hands pushing down, Creed puts a ton of pressure in on Moxley’s back.

Mark Perletta: Nicholas Creed not dealing well with tonight’s loss, his first real loss in LEGACY, and this isn’t good news for Herb Moxley!

The time keeper keeps ringing the bell, but Creed isn’t letting go of the hold. The referee moves in and tries to get Creed to release Moxley, but he won’t. Several referees and road agents run out from the back and get into the ring, all of them trying to get Creed to release the hold. One of the road agents is able to push Creed’s hand off of Moxley’s leg, only to have Creed send a hammering blow right to the face of Herb Moxley.

Mark Perletta: Nicholas Creed getting in one more blow onto Moxley, and the officials finally getting Creed to release Herb, but the damage is done.

Joey C: And you have to know that this is going to have an impact on the World Tag Team Title match scheduled later tonight between the Nerds and the Old School Kings.

Landon Savage: Let’s be honest with ourselves here for a minute. Coming out of this match, there was no chance that Herb Moxley was going to be 100% going into tonight’s title defense, and now he’s going to be even worse off.

Mark Perletta: Here come the EMTs, and finally Nicholas Creed is leaving the ring, but I think he did what he wanted to do. You know, I bet this was something that might’ve happened whether or not Herb Moxley won this match. Nicholas Creed is the protégé of Eric Wolfson, and you can bet that Wolfson wanted to have Creed do whatever he could to weaken Moxley up for later in the evening, giving the Old School Kings even more of an advantage in the World Tag Team Title match.

The camera cuts backstage where we see the EMTs wheeling a stretcher carrying Herb Moxley. As they move down the hall, DJ Cassidy runs up and follows with them as they head towards the trainer's room. Backstage reporter Andrew Kelley rushes up to where they are and directs a question towards Cassidy.

Andrew Kelley: DJ, terrible break here with Herb Moxley getting injured after his match with Nicholas Creed.

Cassidy doesn't pay much attention to Andrew, trying to attend to his friend and partner, fellow tag team champion. Andrew follows it up with another question.

Andrew Kelley: How do you think that affects your chances later on here tonight of retaining the Tag Team Titles against the Old School Kings??

DJ Cassidy: Look, right now the titles aren't the most important thing on my mind. All I'm worried about is if Mox is okay.

Andrew Kelley: There has been a lot of speculation that there have been growing tensions between you and Herb in the past few weeks. Could this possibly continue to drive a wedge between the two of you?

DJ Cassidy: How could you ask something like that? Mox is my friend and I don't see this driving a wedge further between us.

Andrew Kelley: So you admit, there has been some growing tensions between the two of you. How could tonight's events NOT hurt the relationship between the two of you? Herb took a shot at the Tao of Valor Championship, which a lot of people believe seriously decrease your chances of retaining the tag titles later tonight. Now he gets injured in that match, which, to be honest, almost cripples your odds of coming out of this arena tonight with the only championship you've ever held in your career, just so your tag team partner could go for a singles championship.

DJ Cassidy: Look, this is something Mox really wanted and I want to stand by his decision no matter what. I ain't gonna lie though, I do question the decision to do this match TONIGHT but Mox is still like a brother to me.

Andrew Kelley: I can tell this is an emotional situation for you, so I'll let you and the trainers deal with Moxley right now, but I do want to wish you good luck later on tonight in your attempt to defend the World Tag Team Titles.

DJ Cassidy: Thanks, I'm gonna need it right now.

Josephina Colbert: The next match isset for one fall and the winner becomes the number one contender to the Tao of Valor Championship!

The lights dim and as white strobelights flash all over the arena, "Make Damn Sure" by Taking Back Sunday starts in over the sound system in the arena and Matt Larcen walks out from the back to a mixed reaction. Mostly ignoring the reaction, Matt makes his way down to the ring, where he simply hops up onto the apron and then he flips over the top rope into the ring.

Mark Perletta: A mixed reaction from these fans for Matt Larcen, some people like his attitude and his in-ring ability. I’m not quite sure how those people get past the fact that he’s whiny and has anger management issues.

Landon Savage: Some people don’t care about those kind of things. The only reason that some people might see Larcen as whiny is because Matt hasn’t been given his due opportunities, but in this match with a shot at the Tao of Valor Champion Herb Moxley on the line, you can bet that Larcen is going to be doing whatever he can to get this win.

With Matt Larcen in the ring, the P.A. system changes over to "Remember the Name" by Fort Minor and Jack Henderson comes out from the back without any fanfare, simply walking down the isle, ignoring the fans, and walking up the steel steps, walking down the apron a couple feet, and then ducking underneath the top rope into the ring.

Mark Perletta: The very different styles , Jack Henderson’s simple, non-flashy style contrasting that of Matt Larcen’s “Hey Look At Me!” style.

Landon Savage: Look, when you’re as talented in that ring as Matt Larcen, when your offense is as exciting as the one that Matt Larcen is able to employ, why NOT be flashy?

The referee makes sure that both competitors are ready, and then calls for the opening bell. Henderson and Larcen look to meet in the middle of the ring, and as Jack goes for a lockup, Matt Larcen side-steps and lands a kick to the back of Henderson’s leg. Jack turns and goes after Larcen, but is then met with a kick to the front of his leg just above the knee that drops Henderson down to the mat. Matt Larcen takes that opportunity to dive in, driving Jack Henderson backwards and down to the mat. Once there, Larcen starts choking Jack Henderson by using his forearm right across the throat.

Mark Perletta: Matt Larcen employing a little bit of cheating right there, and the referee gets in and puts a stop to it.

Matt Larcen backs off long enough for Jack Henderson to work up to his feet, and then Larcen dives in again and takes Jack Henderson down, using his forearm to choke his opponent yet again. Again the referee steps in and starts yelling at Matt Larcen, who doesn’t release his choke as quickly this time, causing the referee to start his count, getting to four before Larcen lets go.

Mark Perletta: Matt Larcen yet again doing some illegal choking to Jack Henderson.

Joey C: Just an example of one guy letting another guy know who’s boss in the ring.

The referee backs Larcen away from Henderson after getting him to stop him from using the choke, and this allows Jack Henderson to work his way to his feet. Once Jack is back up, Larcen moves in and nails him with a kick to the side of the leg. Larcen pivots and goes to kick Jack Henderson with his other leg to the ribs of Henderson, but Jack blocks it, captures Larcen’s leg and then takes him down with a belly to belly capture suplex.

Mark Perletta: Great takedown there by Jack Henderson, following up a block of that kick from Matt Larcen.

Not letting Matt Larcen up, Jack Henderson locks Matt into a headlock, keeping him down on the mat. Larcen shifts around to try to break free of the hold, but Jack Henderson also shifts, now putting his knee into Larcen’s back, working the grounded attack as he keeps Matt firmly down on the mat.

Matt Larcen tries to shift his body yet again, but again Henderson also shifts, this time moving around and moving towards one of Larcen’s shoulder, locking him into a shoulder-and-headlock. Still Larcen attempts to get out of the move, but Henderson keeps it wrenched in, rolling Henderson onto his side down onto the shoulder that he has locked in. With his free hand, Larcen reaches up and grabs Henderson by the ear and tugs on it, then lets go and hammers down on the side of Jack’s head. A second one of the kind causes Jack Henderson to release the hold, allowing Matt Larcen to roll out of the way and then make his way to his feet.

Joey C: Good work there by Matt Larcen to get out of that hold, and now he can turn up the pace a little bit on this match, we don't want anyone in the audience falling asleep during those boring holds by Henderson!

Mark Perletta: Boring, maybe. Effective, definitely. That was a good strategy employed there by Jack Henderson to keep things grounded as he wore Matt Larcen down.

Jack Henderson gets back to his feet and he measures Larcen up, trying to find a way to move in on his opponent. As he does, though, Larcen side-steps and nails a kick to the gut. Larcen then fires in with a kick to the back of the knee, dropping Jack Henderson down to the mat. Matt then dives in with a double-axhandle to the back of Jack Henderson’s neck, sending him forward down to the mat.

Larcen backs up and waits for Henderson to work his way back to his feet, and when he starts to get up, Larcen runs over, hops onto the middle rope, and then propels himself backwards, landing another double axhandle, again dropping Henderson to the mat.

Landon Savage: A nice little flashy move there by Larcen, and that's one of the things I like about this kid. Not only is he a great wrestler, but he's a natural entertainer, too.

As Henderson works his way up to the mat this time, Matt Larcen grabs him by the arm and irish whips him into the corner. Larcen follows in with a running kneelift, nailing Jack Henderson right in the gut. Larcen then hops up onto the second rope and propels himself upwards to kick Jack Henderson in the side of the head.

His feet back down on the mat, Larcen scales the ropes and once on the second rope with each foot, Matt Larcen makes a fist with his right hand and slowly and methodically starts the ten punches, laying into Jack Henderson. After five punches, however, Jack Henderson grabs Matt Larcen around the waist, takes three steps forwards, turns, and drives Larcen into the mat back first with a tackling spinebuster.

Mark Perletta: Nice impact on that spinebuster by Jack Henderson, and if he wants to win this match, he's going to need to capitalize on the situation...

Taking Larcen by the wrist, Jack irish whips his opponent into the ropes and on the return looks to be going for a back bodydrop. The problem for Henderson, though, is that he ducks down a moment too early, and as Matt Larcen streaks in he sees what’s going to happen and is able to stop his momentum, and so he hops up and drives Jack’s face into the mat with a rocker dropper.

Joey C: Nice move there by Matt Larcen, smashing Henderson's face RIGHT into the mat!

Sensing an opportunity, Matt Larcen heads to the outside and slowly makes his way to the top rope. As he gets near the top, the fans start to boo louder, so Larcen stops his ascent and taunts them momentarily. As he does so, Jack Henderson starts to get his knees underneath him. Larcen realizes this and changes his strategy. He waits on the top turnbuckle and waits as Jack starts to get back to his feet. Once Jack is back up to his feet, Larcen leaps off the top rope into a missile dropkick, and at the last possible second, Jack Henderson moves out of the way and Matt Larcen comes crashing down to the mat.

Mark Perletta: Matt Larcen looking for Jack Henderson and finding NOTHING but mat!

As Matt Larcen works to get up off the mat, Jack Henderson moves in behind him and then grabs him, snaking one arm up underneath Larcen’s arm, the other coming from around his head. Jack locks him into the kati hajime, wrenching it in tight. Matt Larcen struggles to break free, but Jack Henderson keeps it locked in.

Landon Savage: Jack Henderson slowing things down a bit, and if he wants to try to win this match, he's going to have to keep the speed of the match at his pace, not Larcen's.

Larcen continues to fight the submission hold, but Larcen fights as well, keeping Henderson from being able to drop down to a knee. Henderson lifts up and tries to swing Larcen to the side to catch him off balance, but as he does so Larcen pulls forward, getting both feet on the mat. Finding an opportunity, Larcen takes two steps forwards and gets his foot on the bottom turnbuckle, then puts his second one on the second rope, then puts his original foot onto the top rope and propels himself sideways and over the top rope, Jack Henderson still holding on. Larcen falls downwards, pulling Henderson with him, dropping Jack’s neck right across the top rope and springing him backwards into the ring as Larcen falls to the outside.

Joey C: Tremendous move there by Matt Larcen, and Jack Henderson looks to be out!

With Jack Henderson on the mat, Larcen gets back up onto the apron and immediately starts climbing to the top turnbuckle once he sees that his opponent hasn’t gotten back up yet. Once on the top turnbuckle, Matt Larcen wastes no time as he springs off into a shooting start press, landing perfectly down onto Jack Henderson. Matt grabs Jack underneath the knees and rolls backwards into a pinfall attempt, hooking both legs…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE.

Josephina Colbert: And your winner by PINFALL... Matt Larcen!

Mark Perletta: Matt Larcen picking up the HUGE win, and it looks like he's got a shot at Herb Moxley and the Tao of Valor Championship coming his way.

Joey C: And it's going to be a VERY short title reign for Herb Moxley, because Matt Larcen is going to beat him. Herb got lucky this week. He got LUCKY against Nicholas Creed, and it's not going to happen when he steps into the ring against Matt Larcen.

Mark Perletta: Well Herb Moxley made it this far, I don't know why he couldn't continue doing whatever he's doing. I don't see any reason why Herb Moxley couldn't be just as successful with the Tao of Valor Championship as Nicholas Creed was and find himself in a position to earn a guaranteed World Title shot.

Joey C: I think everyone around here realizes that Nicholas Creed is one of the top guys in our organization based off of what we've seen with him since mid-April. The fact that this one match... this one FLUKE of a match... ugh... I'm disgusted, guys. Nicholas Creed... he got robbed tonight. I, for one, can't wait until Matt Larcen gets his shot at Herb Moxley and takes away that belt... although he might not want it, not if Nicholas Creed is thinking about trying to regain it.

Landon Savage: I'll be very interested to see how Creed responds to this, his first loss here in LEGACY, not counting when he got disqualified in late April, because that's not a REAL loss.

Rawlings, is seen walking around the hall-way area in Boston, Mass, he notices an open entrance to the locker room and decides to take a look in. Obviously, in pursuit of someone, probably Herbert Moxley. Rawlings tries one final locker room and cant find him.

Stephen Rawlings: DAMNIT... He must be really fucking pissed at me. Damnit. Boy did I fuck up.

He sits down on a bench and sulks for a minute. Rawlings, frustrated on his wild goose chase of finding road buddy Herbert Moxley, stalks out of the locker room. A little dejected, but nothing some cheering up wouldn't cure. As he walks out into the hall, the camera makes every intention on capturing the frames of The Robins twins, groupie extraordinaries. Yeah, they’re here, decked out in Stephen Rawlings regalia.

Joelle Robins: Stephen Rawlings. I'm a HUGE fan. So much so that I ordered the VERY first shirt that the concession stands pumped out. So..how do you like it? I know it's not a wet tee, but we can't always get what we want, now can we?

Stephen Rawlings: I...

Maria, annoyed at her younger and in her opinion, moronic twin sister, casts the panting Joelle out of the way. Maria, showing a little more class than her younger counter-part, gently puts her hand out in classic swank fashion, inviting Rawlings to gently shake her hand.

Maria Robins: How do you do? You'll have to excuse my half-wit, she's my community service. My next line would be, "You need a drink", but I'm only 16, so who's gonna give it to ya?

Stephen Rawlings: That's ok I-

Marie Robins: What I will say is this...Joelle, as sorry as I am to admit this is totally right, WE ARE HUGE FANS! We loved it when you showed a little chest hair and FINALLY asked, no, DEMANDED that that grease monkey at the top of the card stop playing Halo and get with the program.

Stephen Rawlings: Halo? Program? What? I-

Maria Robins: Well..if I must spell it out for you, it's awarding the FUTURE of LEGACY, his rightfully due title shot. He's the World Champion, but you're something more. Picture it...

Joelle quickly moves in front of her sister, who is now fuming that she is stealing a little bit of her thunder...

Joelle Robins: Yeah...picture it! You lured that primate away with the biggest banana he could ever imagine. Your wits. Your charm. Your intelligence. Don't tell me, these cotton and polyester shirts we got on are just propaganda...false advertisement and news smut. You do believe you should be champion. Don't you?

Rawlings doesn't know what to say of this massive twin questionnaire.

Stephen Rawlings: Well yeah but... Shouldn't you girls have a chaperone or something? I mean... Aren't you kinda young to be running around on you're own back here?

The twins both look at each other as to say, "No, he didn't" Joelle, sits this one out, while Maria gets on the aggressive. Her curly blonde locks shining under the lighting. She, curls her wristbands back and hones in on Rawling's eyes with her puppy browns...

Maria Robins: Can you PLEASE keep quiet? You want us deported to the platinum seats don't 'cha? I'm going to pretend you didn't say that.

Stephen Rawlings: No, I-

Maria Robins: It's ok...Your off the hook.

Stephen Rawlings: But I-

Maria Robins: Anyway, tonight is your big night. It's not Vegas, but with one lucky roll of the dice, your whole life in an instant could change. Aren't you tired of making pointless challenges to Blades' title, shouting at the top of your lungs on a soap-box, campaiging for the popular vote on why you SHOULD be THE champion here in LEGACY. It's hurting our ears. And I bet with all the masquerading you've been doing, it's hurting your legitimacy. We want you to win. In the WORST way possible. It's time to stop singing "We Shall Overcome." And...OVERCOME already!

Joelle likes the way her bolder sister put her little monologue. Rawlings stares blankly.

Stephen Rawlings: Someone should cut down on the sugar. You got it all wrong. I'm not upset about anything... Sure Stein forgot I was in the match, and no one seems to think I have a shot in hell other than you two... But getting negative about it, puts bad energy in the air. It's not about luck... And it's most certainly not about being popular... I'ma go to that ring and do my best at being perfect. Anything under perfection, is filler, and is a waste of everyones time.... See you around girls.

They blush and he starts to walk away but then notices how small the shirts are on them.

Stephen Rawlings: You sure you didn't steal those shirts from a couple of 8 year old boys?

The twins morally offended, combine their efforts with...

Twins: COME SAY THAT TO OUR FACES...JERK!

Rawlings, walks away ignoring the teen sensations. As he does walk away, both girls remove their Stephen Rawlings t-shirts, and reveal Marion, "Platinum Blonde idol" t-shirts, underneath. With sly grins on their faces, the twins walk the length of the hall, opposite Rawlings.

"Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osbourne begins to play over the P.A. system as we see Aaron Beaudway come out to the ring with a very smug look on his face as the fans boo him like there is no tomorrow.

Mark Perletta: Here comes the man who calls himself "The Only Way", Aaron Beaudway.

Joey C: This is possibly the first time I've seen Beaudway come out to the ring for a singles match without his motor bike.

Suddenly, the boos for Aaron Beaudway's entrance turn into cheers when Tim Jones runs out from the curtain and nails Beaudway in the back of the head with a clothesline.

Mark Perletta: Tim Jones definitely not wasting any time here and who can blame him for wanting to rip Beaudway apart?

Joey C.: Personally, I've got 50 bucks on Beaudway to win.

Mark Perletta: It's not getting out to a very promising start for that.

Joey C: Really? Well I'm so confident, I'll raise that bet to $100.

Landon Savage: Joey, I think you may have a gambling problem.

Joey C.: Why don't you shut the fu...

Mark Perletta (cuts in immediately): Back to the action, and Jones is taking out weeks and weeks of frustration on Beaudway!

Tim grabs Aaron by the head and makes his way down to the ring, and when he gets there, The Ladies Man slams Only Way's head into the steel ringpost. From there Jones keeps stomping on Beaudway repeatedly before taking a cup of beer from a fan, drinking down two gulps, then taking in a third and spitting it on Beaudway, much to the delight of the Boston fans. Tim Jones then grabs his opponent, brings him to his feet and whips Beaudway into the steel guardrail. Not wasting a moment, Jones steps in and and starts delivering blistering chops as the crowd chants "Whoooo!" with each chop, most of them having to watch on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron.

Once Beaudway hits the ground in a heap, Jones starts celebrating a minor victory with the fans, feeling like he has the time to neglect Aaron for a moment. Sensing an opportunity, Beaudway is able to get up, and he tries to run toward the ring, but Jones tackles him and lays a barrage of punches to his face before grabbing him by the throat and screaming at him.

Tim Jones: DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO GET BACK HERE???

Jones then delivers a soccer style kick right to Beaudway's face, splitting his lip open. Jones then whips Beaudway with all his might into the ring steps as Beaudway bounces off with a sickening thud. Tim Jones walks over and picks Beaudway up, lifts him into the air, and then bodyslams Aaron down onto the steel steps.

Grabbing Only Way by the head, Tim then tosses Beaudway into the ring and blows a kiss at a girl wearing a homemade "I Love Tim Jones" T-Shirt. He then climbs back in the ring as the referee turns his back to them to have the bell rung when out of the ref's view, Beaudway hits a low-blow as the crowd chants "PUSSY! PUSSY!" while Beaudway just smirks at the crowd.

Mark Perletta: What a blatant low-blow, he should be disqualified for that!

Joey C: If it were up to you, everyone would fight fair. When are you going to learn that chivalry is dead?

Landon Savage: I don't think chivalry is dead, but guys like Aaron Beaudway sure popped a cap in it's ass!

Beaudway then picks up Jones for a scoop slam followed by a series of leg drops. He then picks up Jones and hits a snap suplex before he gets behind Jones and applies a Sleeper Hold. However, the crowd is red-hot, getting behind Jones as he feeds off their energy, gets to his feet and counters with a belly-to-back suplex. Jones catches his breath before picking Beaudway up and hitting a European Uppercut followed by a neckbreaker. Jones then applies a reverse chin lock on Beaudway to put some pressure on his neck. After a few moments, Jones relinquishes the hold. He then picks up Beaudway shoving him into the corner as he delivers a stiff chop, but Beaudway shrugs it off and extends his middle fingers at Jones screaming "FUCK YOU, JONES!" before exchanging a chop of his own. Both men then trade chops for a few moments before Beaudway catches Jones' arm and locks him in a Fujiwara Armbar.

Mark Perletta: Jones may have went for one chop too many and now it looks like Aaron Beaudway has the advantage.

Joey C.: Looks like Beaudway had that well-scouted.

Landon Savage: Well, I can say this match has definitely been explosive so far!

Beaudway arches his back to apply pressure but Jones is too close to the ropes. The referee tells Beaudway to relinquish the hold so he gives him the standard five count.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

FOUR...

Beaudway then lets go and yells at the ref.

Aaron Beaudway: I had until FIVE!

Beaudway then stomps on Jones' arm before grabbing it and hitting a knee drop to it, followed by another, then another. As Tim Jones is cringing in pain holding his arm, Beaudway pushes him into the corner and grabs him by the arm, performing a Tornado Arm-Breaker. Beaudway then stops to taunt the fans for a moment before turning his attention back to Tim Jones. He then picks up Jones and puts him in position for a DDT, but out of nowhere, Jones counters with a Northern Lights Suplex as both men are on the ground.

Jones begins clutching at his arm again before he locks Beaudway in a Spinning Toe Hold. After several moments, Jones relinquishes the hold and drags Beaudway to the outside before locking him in a figure four position around the ringpost. Jones leans back and applies the pressure as Beaudway is practically screaming bloody murder as the referee screams at Jones to break the hold before beginning his five count.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

FOUR...

Jones relinquishes the hold and climbs back inside the ring as he stares out at the crowd and starts stomping his foot on the canvas repeatedly to "tune up the band". The whole building his shaking from the fans stomping their feet in unison as Jones goes for the SNAFU, but a low blow counter by Beaudway before he delivers the Bangkok Driver as the energy is sucked out of the crowd. Beaudway then cockily covers Jones as the crowd is dead silent.

Mark Perletta: Well, it looks to be all over now for Jones.

Joey C.: HA HA! I win 50 bucks!

Landon Savage: Here's the cover...

One...

TWO...

THR...

NO!!! Jones gets his foot on the ropes.

Mark Perletta: My god! What ring awareness by Jones!

Joey C.: And man, is Beaudway livid!

Landon Savage: Aaron needs to stop worrying about the referee and just finish Jones off.

Beaudway argues with the ref for several moments before going to the apron and taunting a group of fans chanting "AARON'S A HOMO!" out of nowhere. Beaudway then motions to the fans "it's over" as he springboards off the top rope but he doesn't see Jones to his feet and out of nowhere, Jones connects the SNAFU and Beaudway is out like a light! Jones then quickly hooks the leg as the referee makes the cover.

Mark Perletta: He could have him here!

ONE...

Joey C.: NO!

TWO...

Landon Savage: NO!

THREE!!!

Josephina Colbert: And your winner by PINFALL... Tim Jones!

Mark Perletta: Jones did it! Jones got his revenge!

"It's Getting Hard Out Here For A Pimp" by Three 6 Mafia begins to play over the P.A. system as Jones celebrates with the fans tagging hands with the fans on the outside, even kissing the occasional woman as he makes his way to the back. Beaudway lies on the canvas practically stunned by what just happened.

Joey C.: Well, I may be 50 bucks poorer but I gotta admit Jones pulled a fairly nice victory out of nowhere!

Landon Savage: I have to say I'm shocked by that!

Mark Perletta: I'm not surprised by it. Tim Jones, going into this match, just seemed to want it more. That, and Tim Jones is easily the more talented of the two.

Landon Savage: Yeah, but there's something about Aaron Beaudway. He might not have a TON of wrestling ability, but he's definitely got some promise, he just needs to be driven.

The scene opens earlier tonight as Gryffin Anselm, wearing a pair of cargo jeans, his black "D" t-shirt and carrying a dufflebag, while walking alongside Jessica Stevens. They are walking towards the arena door when a black limo comes into the picture and parks right where Gryffin was about to step causing him and Stevens to jump back a step so they wouldn't get hit. Once the limo is parked, the chaffeur steps out and goes to the back to open the door. Out steps Jake Dominion, dressed in a sharp black Armani suit with black shades on. Gryffin looks over to see who steps out, and once he sees who it is, he starts to speak...

Gryffin: Let me guess, Jake, nearly killing us like that, it wasn't an "honest little mistake", was it? No, I'm guessing you said you'd pay him extra to brush us back a little bit.

Gryffin doesn't look amused, but no harm was done and he doesn't appear to be about to snap, either. Jake chuckles a little before he responds...

Jake Dominion: Please Gryffin, you honestly think I'd paid him extra to do that? C'mon mang, I said "pull this shit up to the door" and that's what he did. Not my fault you were walking up, bad timing I suppose...

Gryffin nods his head, definitely not believing what Dominion just said.

Gryffin: Well considering the fact that you'd need a car with an experienced driver to take me out, you can't blame me for jumping to that conclusion, what with that whole "fame envy" thing you've got going with me. It's not like I'm some four-eyed nerd or a boring third generation geek that you'd be competing with like you are tonight.

Gryffin chuckles.

Gryffin: Tell me something, if you win tonight, is that going to really feel like an actual accomplishment?

Jake just laughs as he throws his dufflebag over his shoulder and responds to Gryffin...

Jake Dominion: One too many shots to the head Gryffin? I think you've grown delusional. Envious of you? Please, I'm not your little golden bitch Win. And as far as the limo, I wouldn't be caught dead driving here in Boston. And why should I looking this damn good?

Jake nods his head over in Jessica's direction as to say "right baby?" She just turns away as Jake looks back to Gryffin and continues...

Jake Dominion: So where was I? Oh yes, shouldn't you be looking for Big Lou to tell you what do to these days? Cause I know you can't and wont come up with your own thoughts ya damn puppet. When, not if, but WHEN I win the World Tag Titles tonight, it'll just be another notch to my illustrious career and you? Defending tonight against a Orient Express reject and a Luchador wannabe, you'll be proud of that accomplishment? You were better off taking orders from Louie... Speaking of Lou, is he still breathing or did that fat bastard have a heart-attack by now?

Jake let's out a huge laugh as Gryffin clenches up his fist, then thinks better of it and calms down.

Gryffin: Do I look at my undefeated streak in singles matches as an accomplishment? You bet your ass I do. Do I look at the No Limits Championship as an accomplishment? You bet your ass I do. Does Lou provide some guidance? Yeah, he does, and why shouldn’t he? By doubling my LEGACY salary – which is the same salary you’re currently pulling in – he purchased that right. I don’t have a problem with that, and if I did, I wouldn’t have signed on with him. But as the accomplishments I’ve achieved in my career working under Big Lou’s guidance explain quite nicely, he has a way of helping people reach their championship potential… but given the fact that it’s been quite a while since you’ve held gold, maybe you’re the one that should get in touch with Lou. I can put you in touch with him if you want.

Jake cuts Gryffin off...

Jake Dominion: So he IS still alive?!

Jake chuckes again as Gryffin responds.

Gryffin: Yeah, in fact I was talking with him just the other day, and you know what makes him laugh? He sees a guy who is wasting a lot of potential by not being serious about his career. A former SHOOT Project World Champion who only shows up every third week to compete in tag team matches with another former World Champion at his side, neither one of them competing in any meaningful singles matches, probably because they’re afraid they can’t CUT IT against real competition.

Jake busts out laughing as he responds...

Jake Dominion: I never told you how funny you are mang. But seriously, do I book the matches? Am I on any LEGACY board? If it was up to me, I'd be beating pieces of shit like you week in and week out, night in and night out and I'd be the KING of LEGACY instead of some old bastard who still think he's got it. But it's not up to me, I get booked in matches and I show up and get the job done. So as far as you and Lou not thinking I'm being "serious" about my career or "wasting" my potential, again I think you're delusional...

Jake calmly removes his shades as you see the ice cold hate coming from his blue eyes as he gets face to face with Gryffin...

Jake Dominion: I busted my ass to return to this business. I bust my ass every time I'm booked for a match. I give all these assholes everything I got, and for what? For Syndicate bitches like you to downgrade my accomplishments? If we're measuring gold here, you wouldn't even COME CLOSE to measuring up to my career achievements. Now if you'll excuse me Will, I got World Tag Team Titles to claim tonight, and as for you, I'd be worried about that Jap and Mexican kicking your ass...

Jake steps back and puts his shades back on as he regains his ultra-cool composure...

Gryffin: Well after this pay per view is over and done with, since James Win and I are one of your top contenders, you'll be seeing a lot more of us. And if you want to prove that you're not wasting your potential, then how about you step up and win yourself a singles title instead of targeting the "easy pickings" like Moxley and Cassidy?

Jake Dominion: Don't you worry buddy, I plan on taking home singles gold sometime before the next PPV and if you're not careful, it could be of the "No Limit" sort. Wouldn't that be something? Taking something that means so much to you and so little to me but the satisfaction of ending your "undefeated" singles streak would be so much sweeter...

Jake just chuckles.

Gryffin: Hey, if the powers-that-be think you’re ready to step up and take me on, then you can have a shot at trying to break my streak, but you’re going to come to the same result as everyone else.

Jake just chuckles a final time as he nods his head.

Jake Dominion: We'll see about all that.

From there Jake confidently turns his back on Anselm and walks into the arena, Anselm looking back at Jessica Stevens before the two walk around the limo and in through the same door Dominion just used.

Josephina Colbert: Our next contest is set for one fall and is for the No Limit Championship!

The lights drop to half intensity and the crowd rises to their feet in anticipation of the next match. The familiar bass line of the Von Bondies' "C'mon C'mon" erupts through the arena. Yellow strobes flash as the crowd works themselves into a frenzy.

"On another day c'mon c'mon
With these ropes tied tight can we do no wrong
Now we grieve cause now is gone
Things were good when we were young "

Mark Perletta: Listen to these fans, going completely crazy for Loco Martinez!

Landon Savage: They have no reason to be, based on how Loco has historically performed on pay per view.

Joey C: Give the guy a shot on a regular show and he stand a decent chance. Set him up when people are talking buyrates instead of ratings and he’s going to let you down every time.

Mark Perletta: I don’t know if that’s the case, but I, for one, like his chances.

Loco Martinez pops from the back bobbing his head to the music and slapping fives with fans along the entrance way.

Mark Perletta: Loco Martinez looking focused for his first title shot here in LEGACY.

"When my teeth bite down I can see the blood
Of a thousand men who have come and gone
Now we grieve cause now is gone
Things were good when we were young "

Loco hits the ring, backrolling over the top rope as flash bulbs pop through out the crowd.

Joey C: What a showboating idiot this guy is!

Landon Savage: He should be more focused on getting ready for this match instead of providing photo opportunities! He is about to be in a No Disqualifications match against Will “Gryffin” Anselm, for God’s sake.

"Is it safe to say? (c'mon c'mon)
Was it right to leave? (c'mon c'mon)
Will I ever learn? (c'mon c'mon)
(c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon) "

The music fades away as Loco loosens up on the ropes. The lights go completely and stay out as traditional Japanese music starts playing over the public address system. A lone red spotlight shines down onto the entrance stage and a figure dressed completely in black with a black hood covering his entire face. The LEGACY Vision lights up and shows the logo of the Bushido Buntai, a take on the imperial flag of Japan.

Joey C: And here comes my favorite to win this match, Katsuro Yoshida. It’s only a matter of time before this guy translates what he did in Japan to some success here in the United States, and I think tonight’s his night.

Landon Savage: Oh, so now you’re turning your back on Anselm, huh? Don’t think he won’t find out about this, Joey, because he will! Sure, Katsuro has a ton of talent. Sure, he’s bound to break through and start making a name for himself here in the United States sooner or later, but it won’t be here at ADVENT EMPIRE.

Katsuro Yoshida continues to make his way down to the ring slowly, making his way up the steel steps, walking halfway down the length of the ring apron before ducking into the ring. As he enters underneath the middle rope, the arena is flooded in red light, giving an eerie feeling to things. Katsuro Yoshida remains in his corner, his back to Loco Martinez, and he takes off his black hood, and then takes off his black vest, leaving him in a pair of long, baggy black pants.

Mark Perletta: Something of an eerie entrance here for Katsuro Yoshida, something you might expect out of someone like Great Muta, who is apparently one of Katsuro Yoshida’s idols as he developed into a professional wrestler, coming from the world of martial arts.

Joey C: What a great person to try to identify with! It’s no wonder that Katsuro Yoshida has been as successful thus far in his career, he worked to try to fashion himself after one of this industry’s greats!

The lights in the arena change from a flooding red light into red strobelights and red spotlights that shine down as a red italic “D” forms on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron as “Step Up” by Drowning Pool starts in over the speakers.

Landon Savage: And there is the music of YOUR No Limits Champion, the man who is walking into this match with the belt… and the man who is walking OUT of this match with the belt!

Mark Perletta: That remains to be seen, but one thing is for sure, there’s quite a mixed reaction from these fans in regards to how they view Gryffin Anselm.

As Anselm walks out from the back, part of the live audience starts cheering, the other part, easily over half, ring in with booing. Anselm is unphased, however, as he makes his way down to the ring, the No Limit Championship Belt over his shoulder. As he hops up onto the apron he starts to do his final preparations for the match, staring down both of his opponents. As he enters the ring, Gryffin hands the belt to the referee and then turns his back and takes off his black tshirt with his signature red italic “D” emblazed on it.

Joey C: We’re about to get down to business, and that could very well be the last time Gryffin ever holds that No Limits Belt.

Landon Savage: The last time he holds it for about the next fifteen minutes, I’d say.

After Gryffin turns around and faces his opponents, the referee holds the belt above his head, walks over to the corner of the ring near the time keeper, exits out onto the apron and walks down the steps, calling for the bell once he’s safely on the outside.

Mark Perletta: And here we go, about to get started with the championship match, and because this match has No Limit division implications, that means this match is a no disqualification, no count out match.

Landon Savage: The name says it all. There are no limits as to what can happen in this match, and I expect it to be a good one.

The three competitors size one another up for a very tense moment when suddenly Gryffin runs over and nails an unsuspecting Loco Martinez with a forearm shot to the head that drops him down to one knee. That’s all the opening Gryffin needs and he starts pounding away at Loco. Katsuro Yoshida watches on for a moment, getting a small chorus of booing from some of the members of the audience who were hoping that Katsuro would get in there and keep Loco from getting attacked.

Joey C: What a good strategy by Yoshida, letting those two go at it. There’s still plenty of time to get involved, and this way one of the two competitors, at least, can get worn down a little bit before he gets involved, but there’s not much chance that the match is going to end right here.

Having watched on long enough, Katsuro makes his way across the ring and just before he gets there, Gryffin turns and fires in with a hard right hand, but Yoshida blocks it and fires in with one of his own. From there Katsuro nails Anselm with a backhand strike. Gryffin fires in again and Katsuro quickly backsteps to avoid the attempt, and then Yoshida steps in and nails Gryffin with a side thrust kick to the chest that sends Anselm backwards a step, causing him to tumble backwards over a crouching Loco Martinez.

Mark Perletta: A tricky move there by Loco Martinez as it helps put Gryffin down on the mat.

Landon Savage: I think we’re going to see a lot of double teaming here in this match, as I think Katsuro Yoshida and Loco Martinez realize that’s what it’s going to take to get the belt off of Gryffin Anselm.

Loco hops up to his feet and immediately grabs Katsuro by the arm and irish whips him into the ropes. On the return Loco leapfrogs Yoshida who continues forwards and into the opposite ropes. Loco drops down to the mat, spins, hops up and goes for a monkeyflip on Katsuro, but as he sends him somersaulting over with the move, Yoshida simply does a forwards roll and hops back up to his feet. As he turns to face Loco he finds him just having returned to his feet, both men in their fighting stances, ready to go. The momentary pause in action gets a nice round of applause by the appreciative fans.

Mark Perletta: A nice sign of respect there by Katsuro Yoshida and Loco Martinez, and it’s not quite what you’d expect from a No Limits match.

The respectful moment doesn’t last very long, however, as Gryffin runs in and clotheslines Katsuro Yoshida down to the mat. As Anselm goes to start working him over, however, Loco Martinez runs in and connects with a flying bionic elbow that drops Anselm down to the mat. Loco gets up and kicks Gryffin a few times and then helps him up to his feet, taking him by the head and taking him up and over with a snapmare. Loco picks Gryffin up, spins, grabs him by the head and hits a second snapmare. Before Loco can do anything else, however, he is nailed from behind by a kick to the arm. Loco turns around just in time to be met with a jumping hook kick from Katsuro Yoshida that levels Martinez down to the mat.

Joey C: A series of nice kicks there by the Bushido Buntai member.

Mark Perletta: I’d have to agree, and I don’t think he’s done yet.

Katsuro Yoshida takes two seconds to size up Gryffin Anselm, who is trying to get back to his feet, and Katsuro spins and fires off a jumping roundhouse kick that connects across Gryffin’s chest, sending him backwards down onto the mat once again. Yoshida then fires in on Gryffin with a couple of kicks that cause Anselm to flip over onto his stomach, trying to cover up. When he does, however, that just prompts Katsuro to lay in some wicked axe kicks that chop right down into the upper shoulder area of Anselm.

Joey C: What a NICE kick there by Katsuro Yoshida, just PUNISHING those shoulders of Gryffin Anselm.

Mark Perletta: The only way either of these two are going to beat Gryffin is by softening him up, and whether it's the Eliminator Jackhammer, the Devastator, the Spear / Spinebuster combination, or any of Gryffin's other deabilitating maneuvers, his shoulders are a very important part of hitting the move properly

Landon Savage: True, but I don't think a couple kicks by Katsuro Yoshida is going to make enough of a difference.

Taking Gryffin by the head, Katsuro quickly helps him up to his feet, locks him in, and then lifts him up and drops him backwards into a fallaway vertical suplex. When Katsuro gets up off the mat, he’s dropped right back down to the mat by Loco Martinez, who fires in with a dropkick to the chest. As Katsuro tries to get right back up to his feet, Loco runs in and takes him back down with a bulldog.

Mark Perletta: Nice takedown there by Loco Martinez, keeping on the offensive.

As Loco Martinez tries to get Katsuro Yoshida back up to his feet, the Bushido Buntai member grabs him by the leg and pulls backwards, dropping Loco down onto his back. As both men work their way up to their feet, Katsuro springs forward and spins himself around, nailing Loco Martinez with a back elbow smash to the side of Loco’s face, dropping him back down to the mat.

Katsuro Yoshida gets back to his feet and kicks Loco Martinez out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, but as he turns to look for Gryffin he’s suddenly taken right off of his feet by a huge clothesline by Anselm. Gryffin takes Katsuro by the arm, lifts him up off the mat and immediately whips him hard into the corner, Katsuro nailing hard chest first. Gryffin runs in and nails Yoshida in the back with a clubbing blow, causing him to go limp, his arms draped over the top ropes.

Landon Savage: Gryffin taking Katsuro Yoshida and lifting him up, setting him up onto the top rope, and it looks like he might be going for some sort of superplex here...

Mark Perletta: Gryffin making his way up the ropes behind him... locking Katsuro in... NO! Katsuro Yoshida with a back elbow smash that nails Gryffin in the side of the face!

Joey C: He lands another one and Gryffin releases his grip! Katsuro with a backhanded fist that knocks Gryffin back down off the ropes...

Katsuro shakes loose the cobwebs and puts one of his feet up onto the top of the steel post, then pivots his other leg up and around onto the opposite rope, and once he's facing the middle of the ring he flips over and lands a legdrop right across the throat of Anselm.

Mark Perletta: Most of the people in this arena here tonight seem to be cheering for Loco Martinez in this match, but from the sound of it, they appreciated the move that Katsuro Yoshida just pulled off.

Joey C: As well they should, it was a damn good move!

The crowd starts cheering as Katsuro Yoshida starts to lift Gryffin to his feet, and as the Bushido Buntai member realizes it's probably not cheers for him, he turns around to spot Loco Martinez, who climbed up from the outside up onto the top turnbuckle. As soon as Katsuro spots him, Loco dives off the top rope into a front flip, right towards Yoshida. When he gets there, Loco grabs on to Katsuro's head and continues to flip over, landing on Gryffin in the process and taking out both of his opponents all at once, sending a huge roar of cheers throughout the arena.

Mark Perletta: Oh my, what a spectacular move!! Loco Martinez hitting a flip-over neckbreaker on Katsuro Yoshida, and in the process knocking Gryffin back down to the mat!

Landon Savage: Yeah but he landed awkwardly, so I don't think he's going to be able to capitalize.

Twisted at an awkward angle, Loco Martinez rolls over off of Gryffin Anselm, letting go of Katsuro Yoshida's head. Slowly Loco works his way up to his feet, his back obviously in a little bit of pain. Martinez walks over to the corner of the ring a couple feet away and assesses the situation. He then walks over and grabs Yoshida by the head and picks him up, looking for a suplex. As Loco goes for the move, Katsuro is able to block it, and as soon as Katsuro's feet touch the mat, he grabs on to Loco and pulls him up and over backwards into a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging up into the pinfall attempt. The referee slides into the ring and makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

Katsuro lets go of his opponent and gets back to his feet, and as Loco starts to get up, Yoshida nails him with a stiff roundhouse kick to the back, then he pivots and nails Loco with a jumping layout roundhouse kick, this one to the chest, knocking Martinez down flat on his back.

Katsuro works his way back to his feet, but as he gets there Gryffin steps in behind him, hoists him up and locks him into a Torture Rack submission hold across his shoulders. Wrenching it in, Gryffin moves over towards the ropes, taunting the fans who are not pleased to see him lock in the hold. Too proud to let the match end this way, Katsuro refuses to submit and struggles to work his way out of the hold.

Joey C: Frankly I don’t think Katsuro Yoshida is just going to give up. This match means far too much to him to just give up.

Landon Savage: He SHOULD consider tapping out. It’d be the best thing for his career, and no one faults losses to Gryffin Anselm. That sort of thing is totally acceptable.

Mark Perletta: I'd say it's a smart move not tapping, due to this match being a three-way match, and here’s the reason why.

Anselm doesn’t even notice as Loco Martinez gets out onto the apron. As Gryffin turns back towards the center of the ring, Loco springs himself up onto the top rope and then propels himself towards the center of the ring, nailing Gryffin right in the chest with a hard missile dropkick, sending Anselm backwards. As they fall, Katsuro Yoshida has the presence of mind to turn the situation into a crucifix pinfall attempt, and the referee sees Gryffin’s shoulders on the mat, so he slides in and makes the count.

ONE…

TWO…

NO!!!

GRYFFIN SHOULDERS OUT!!!

Frustrated, Gryffin Anselm doesn’t even get to his feet, rather he rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, getting to his feet on the outside. Katsuro Yoshida, using the ropes to help himself to his feet, notices Anselm on the outside but sees it as an opportunity to get a break from one of his opponents and decides not to follow him. Katsuro doesn’t quite get a break, however, as Loco Martinez grabs him from behind into a reverse ddt position and then lifts him up and hits an inverted suplex on him, sending him down into the middle of the ring.

Mark Perletta: Gryffin Anselm catching a breather on the outside, and he can only watch as Loco Martinez gets the upperhand.

Grabbing both of Katsuro’s legs, Loco puts him into the wishbone position, holding both of them straight up with Yoshida laying on his back, and then Martinez hops up and hits a double leg drop, crashing down in the most sensitive of areas. Katsuro starts rolling around on the mat in pain, and unluckily for him, he rolls himself a bit closer to the corner. Sensing an opportunity, Loco Martinez runs over, hops up onto the top turnbuckle… hops up again into the splits… lands one leg on either side of the turnbuckle… SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT!!! HAPPINESS!!!!

NO!!!

Just as Loco propels himself off of the ropes into the moonsault, Gryffin Anselm grabs one of Katsuro Yoshida’s legs from the outside and yanks him out of the ring, causing Loco to land down hard onto the mat chest first! On the outside Gryffin picks Katsuro Yoshida up to his feet and then irish whips him into the steel guardrail. The referee starts to say something, but then he backs off. Anselm then lifts up the cover to the ring apron and reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a table, shoving it into the ring underneath the bottom rope.

Mark Perletta: This… this is not good, this is very not good.

Landon Savage: Will Anselm one of the most dangerous guys in the business when it comes to using tables, he’s put no fewer than five guys on the shelf thus far just in this organization alone in the past three years, all with the help of a table.

Mark Perletta: Two of those guys made comebacks, but the other three still on the shelf, and I’d guess that those guys are permanently retired.

Shoving the table into the middle of the ring, Anselm makes some room and follows it in underneath the bottom rope. As he gets into the ring Loco Martinez starts trying to stand up, and so Gryffin takes him by the arm and whips him into the ropes with an irish whip. On the return Gryffin picks Loco up, spins over and PLANTS him with a wicked looking spinebuster!

Joey C: Gryffin hitting some huge impact on that move, and he could’ve used the spear / spinebuster combo and put Loco away completely, but I’m assuming he doesn’t think that he’s quite at that point just yet.

Landon Savage: In a triangle match, you have to always be aware of the third man, and had Gryffin hit the spear / spinebuster combo, it would’ve been wasted, because I believe Katsuro Yoshida would’ve broken up the pinfall attempt.

Getting to his feet, Anselm then turns his attention to the table he just brought into the ring. Lifting it up, Gryffin puts one end on top of the top turnbuckle, legs extending for extra firm support, the other end angling down diagonally and touching the mat. Wanting to make sure he keeps up with what’s going on with his opponents, Gryffin looks over and notices Katsuro Yoshida working to try to make his way back up onto the apron. Not wanting to give up his advantage, Gryffin walks over and reaches over the middle rope, hoping to grab a hold of Yoshida, but as he reaches through, Gryffin is surprised to see Katsuro dive into the ring underneath the bottom rope, going right between Anselm’s legs. Gryffin turns around just as Katsuro gets to his feet, nailing Gryffin with a shot to the gut for good measure. Katsuro then gets to his feet and goes for a roundhouse kick to the head but Anselm ducks it and shoves Yoshida’s shoulder, spinning him around and then nailing him with a hard hooking punch to the kidneys.

Mark Perletta: Oh, you know that doesn’t feel good…

Landon Savage: I think if Katsuro tried to say anything right now he'd end up spitting up blood.

Making the most of his opportunity, Gryffin drops Katsuro down to the mat with a clubbing axhandle, and then taunts him as he lay there. Taking one of Yoshida’s legs, Gryffin lifts it up into the air and then SMASHES it back down onto the mat hard. From there, Anselm lifts Katsuro up off the mat by grabbing onto the waistband of his pants and hoisting him up. It begins to look like Gryffin is going to go for a German suplex, but instead he lifts Katsuro up and puts him on his shoulders.

Mark Perletta: What the heck is he doing? Gryffin Anselm setting up for what looks to be an electric chair drop…

Wanting to brag about how strong he is, Gryffin looks out over the fans and roars out, which gets a huge chorus of booing from the fans. As he takes two steps backwards, however, he notices something out of the corner of his eye and so he looks over and notices Loco Martinez, who somehow made his way out onto the apron and ascended to the top rope. By that point it’s too late for Gryffin, as Loco hop-spins to face the crowd and then he flings himself backwards into a corkscrew moonsault…NAILING Gryffin and Katsuro just about where Gryffin is holding Katsuro, sending all three of them backwards and down to the mat!

Mark Perletta: Innovative maneuver there by Loco Martinez, a slight variation on his "WARM AND FUZZY FEELING" maneuver, but just as effective!

Taking Gryffin Anselm by the head, Loco Martinez brings the No Limit Champion up to his feet. Locking Gryffin’s head underneath his arm, Loco backs up all the way over to the table diagonally set-up in the corner, but as he goes for a ddt, Anselm blocks it and nails Loco with a hard shot to the ribs. After two more really hard shots to the ribs, Anselm breaks free from Loco’s grasp and lifts him up off the mat into a bearhug. Try as he might, Loco Martinez can not struggle enough to break free.

Mark Perletta: Loco Martinez appears to be in trouble...

Joey C: And Katsuro Yoshida is getting to his feet...

Katsuro Yoshida gets to his feet and spots Anselm holding Loco up in a bearhug and sees it as an opportunity. Katsuro runs in the opposite direction, hitting the ropes, and rebounding towards his opponents. As soon as he gets nearly there, Katsuro jumps in their direction and kicks out with his right leg, connecting with the middle of Gryffin’s back. The force of the impact sends Gryffin forwards and crashes Anselm and Loco Martinez right through the table!

Mark Perletta: Oh my god... that table... absolutely destroyed under the impact there from Loco and Gryffin...

Joey C: Katsuro Yoshida in a great position here... he needs to capitalize...

Loco Martinez having taken the brunt of the impact from the table, Gryffin Anselm tries to get up off the mat after having sustained the stiff kick to the middle of his back. Wanting to take advantage of the big opportunity, Katsuro lifts Gryffin to his feet, getting in behind him, grabs him in a double underhook, then flips backwards, driving Gryffin downwards into the mat with a suplex. Spinning around quickly, Katsuro keeps his double underhook locked in, and once flipped around, Katsuro Yoshida locks in his cattle mutilation submission hold.

Mark Perletta: Gryffin tries to fight it... trying not to tap out...

Joey C: Loco Martinez is still out, so there doesn't appear to be any external help available for Gryffin...

Mark Perletta: And Gryffin passes out!! The bell rings!!

Winner by SUBMISSION and NEW No Limit Champion... Katsuro Yoshida!

Mark Perletta: For the second time tonight an undefeated champion has fallen, first it was Nicholas Creed losing the Tao of Valor Championship to Herb Moxley, and now Gryffin Anselm loses for the first time in a singles match here in LEGACY, with Katsuro Yoshida walking away with the No Limits Championship belt!

Joey C: The American fans had better get used to seeing things like this from Katsuro Yoshida. What he did in the ring several weeks ago against Stephen Rawlings was not a fluke, and this serves to prove that fact.

Landon Savage: All we've heard out of Shinya Nori on behalf of the Bushido Buntai is how great they're going to be and how they deserve the opportunity to prove it. Thus far they haven't been successfull as a tag team, but tonight Katsuro Yoshida got a huge accomplishment in this ring against two former World Champions in our business.

Mark Perletta: Well as we saw a few weeks ago, the Bushido Buntai apparently have determined what they consider to be the cause behind their lack of success as a tag team...

Joey C: Let's not hold back, Marky. Osamu Hayashi is the one who has been having problems. When Katsuro Yoshida has tagged out to his partner, the Bushido Buntai have been in control of those matches. He has served those matches up for Osamu Hayashi to win, and thus far he hasn't been able to. That's where the problems lie, and in talking to Shinya Nori earlier tonight, apparently they have found the root of the problem, and they're taking measures to fix them.

Mark Perletta: What exactly are they planning?

Joey C: All in good time, Marky, all in good time.

Landon Savage: Sounds to me like Shinya wouldn't tell you.

25:17...

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men." - From the book of Ezekiel

Translation....? Those are the barbs that we see aligned on the frontal view of Marcus Marion's black short-sleeved t-shirt. On the front...homage to the popular 1950's magazine, "Pulp Magazine." The image the camera shows is of a woman with a spiked collar around her neck, black whip in her hand, smoking a cigarette, while a man watches irately outside the nearest window in the pouring rain. One might assume the man standing on the outside is her husband. Another image in the same picture is of a man squatting on his knees, spreading the woman’s' legs open.

The camera plays a neat trick and moves along steadily. It veers to the north, south, east and west...stopping at a door titled "LEGACY Chairman, Robert Belote." Marion cracks a vivid smile and knocks on the door. A voice comes from inside, and despite the content, it doesn't sound too inviting.

Rob Belote: Come in...

Marion, takes the offer, and walks into Belote's office. Scanning the room, Belote seems to be on the grind as he is looking through stacks of documents, talking through an ear piece, and signing papers almost simaltaneously. Marion grabs a seat nearest the front desk and takes a seat.
Rob Belote looks up, not aware of who walked in until Marion sits down across from him.

Rob Belote: Hey Marcus. Kinda busy here, this being a pay per view and all, is there something you wanted?

Marion perks up a bit. Staring at Belote, Mr. Platinum Blonde engages him in conversation.

MARCUS MARION: Hmm...what do I want? My face on the one hundred dollar bill. No, this isn't about what I want… but what I NEED. I need for this match to have some sort of limatations and restrictions imposed upon it. The last time that son of yours and I got into a ring, I ended up with a fractured elbow, my left arm dangling helplessly out of its socket, and an opinion of America's leading physician. It's to his educated call that I not even be at Advent Empire tonight because of the recent trauma that I have been subjected too. Don't believe me? I've got a personal statement right here...

Marion "pretends" to reach in his pocket for a doctors note, one of many of his match loop-holes.

MARCUS MARION: Where'd I put that thing... Ah, there it is.

Marion produces a piece of paper which has nothing more than a few words and a nothing else, flashes it quickly in Belote's face, and convienetly stuffs it in his pocket, before a challenging word can be uttered.

MARCUS MARION: So... yeah, as much as I would LOVE breaking out the pliers and blow-torch for this totally senseless and tasteless little match, I do have standards. Not many, but I'm sure I can find at least two. So, the question is Belote, what are you going to do about it?

Rob sets his pen down on his desk and looks up at Marcus, thinking for a minute.

Rob Belote: What am I going to do about it? See, heres the thing: this isn’t your first opportunity to come and talk to me about not wanting to compete in this match. If you wanted to back out of the no disqualification stipulation because youre afraid of getting injured, you didnt have to cook up some fake doctors note, you couldve just come to me and stated your concerns. Problem is that its too late now. If you wouldve come to me with all of this a while ago, I wouldve considered it. But coming to me like this, with your match coming up relatively soon Im sorry, but I cant do anything about that. Nor do I want to.

Rob leans back in his chair.

Rob Belote: Heres the thing I want you and John to have this match and not have some bullshit ending. I want someone to walk out of the ring as the winner and for everyone to know that the result is going to give this situation some closure. You backing out of the stipulation now doesnt help get to the end I’m looking for tonight, so in this case, whether you like it or not, the ends are going to have to justify the means.

Rob leans forwards and looks Marion in the eye.

Rob Belote: You worried about losing for a second pay per view in a row?

Marion's eyes widen a bit, just a little annoyed at the comments of his gainful employer. Marion, instincinvely tries to regain the momentum.

MARCUS MARION: Aren't you... Jesus, or at the very least a terrorist? Your word is law, oh, no, your word SHOULD be law. Because you wear the "pants in the relationship here." Why, I have to remind you is beyond belief, believe me, really it is. You want a match thrown out, you CALL it off, no ifs, and, or but's about it. Anyone got a problem with it? They can find themselves on the corner somewhere, playing banjo for loose change. Don't tell me you can't change the nature of this match, because you caved into "political" (cough), pressure of those lab rats who sit in those seats.

Leaning forward in his chair, Marion continues.

MARCUS MARION: I want this match changed, and today that might mean me no showing some hefty appearances on this company. And taking the sex appeal away too. You think the Rhodes' will show up if I’m not there... then you REALLY think too highly of yourself. If you don't think I’m the star of today Belote. Then...

Marion shakes his head in disbelief.

MARCUS MARION: You really NEED to get out more.

Marion stares Belote down with bullets for eyes, those green babies just making for a very uncomfortable atmosphere right now.

MARCUS MARION: I want this match changed, or find yourself without a main-event. Sure, you've got that whole Greyson/Rawlings/Stein debacle going on. I didn't take a poll, but I'm willing to bet your health, NOBODY wants to see neither "The Killshot", "The Finisher", or "The 69" all in one match. It's like...disturbing. What people DO want to see is a match, to steal a page from one of my subjects, is a "Boring" Wrestling match.

Rob stares at Marion, a bit in disbelieve what hes hearing, trying to think about how to respond.

Rob Belote: Here's the thing, Marcus. You're a wrestler. A superstar. You're one of the best in the industry right now at getting into the ring and finding a way to win. I can appreciate that, I spent a lot of time in this business winning matches and championship belts. But heres what you need to appreciate: I also spent a lot of time figuring out how to run a wrestling organization, figuring out how to put on big pay per view events like this. One of the many things Ive learned is that sometimes its best to give the people what you promise, and tonight, that means giving them a no disqualification match between you and John Thomas.

Locking his fingers together after placing his elbows on the desk in front of him, Rob leans forward.

Rob Belote: The match between the two of you, its going to go forward with the same stipulations that were set up a while ago. Is it because I can't change them? No, its because I wont change them. No ones holding me hostage, no ones keeping me from changing them, I just dont want to. Am I afraid that youre going to no-show some appearances or even leave the company just because I wont change the stipulations of one match for you? No, and Ill tell you why.

Rob leans back in his chair.

Rob Belote: First of all, because you've got a contract for this match. Walking out on that contract means that you cant show up anywhere else until that contract is finished, and Im certainly not about to let one of the biggest names in the business out of a contract to let you work for a competitor. No chance. If you walk out, by the time you are able to show up somewhere else you'll have so much ring rust that you wont be anywhere near top form, which means that no ones going to give a shit about you. But if you stay here, you know what you have going for you. You know that by staying here, youre going to be in the running for the World Title. Hell, you still have a guaranteed title shot.

To let it sink in, Rob pauses momentarily.

Rob Belote: I know you, Marcus, you enjoy the spotlight way too much to quit just because of some match stipulation, so dont sit there and throw out threats like that. In fact, dont sit there at all anymore. Youve got a match to prepare for a NO DISQUALIFICATION match and Ive got some other things for tonights show to attend to, so if you dont mind

Rob looks over at the door and then back at Marcus.

MARCUS MARION: I weep for you. Owner of his own company, but can't even keep his own family around a noose. Thomas? The man doesn't even bare your last name. But you don’t care do you? Throw ‘em to the lions for his indiscretion. Tonight, I’m storming into that arena, and I’m bringing the scorpions of hades with me. Tonight, Belote, I put your son out of the sport that you love and the bank helped you build. I don’t love anything, nor anyone Belote. Not Susan. Not Nicole. And DAMN sure, not the twins. It makes you weak. It leaves you wide open…I haven’t had a good day in a long time. So I’ll leave you with this…

Marion stands up and leans forwards.

MARCUS MARION: Misery loves company.

Marion’s usual frat-boy blonde good looks takes on a more ominous tone as he stalks out of the office, with a mean snare on his face.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen our next match is set for one fall and is going to be fought under No Disqualification rules!

The lights dim, and the LEGACY Vision jumbotron comes to life. “Set It Off” by Audioslave irritates the crowd. The artsy looking banners raise up, “MARION STOLE MY WIFE!”, and another creative wonder “ALCOHOL PLUS MARION EQUALS ETERNAL DAMNATION!” Marion’s signature pink strobes finally make their appearance and become the center of all attention. Wall screen images of night clubs, cases of alcohol and trashy looking strippers take center stage. The trash flies and these fans coming from various backgrounds unite in their utter contempt of the former World Champion, Marcus Marion.

Joey C: Listen to these complete idiots! They wouldn’t know a great wrestler if one put them into an inverted STF!

The boos ring loudly, and the fox comes out from behind his hole. Marion comes out toward the aisle, and is beamed with trash, as he attempts to ignore the hostile crowd. That blonde hair of his takes a real beating at the hands of the Boston crowd as open beer cans splash liquor all over the unbelievably arrogant Marion. Police officers flow out through the curtain behind him and walk down with Marion as he slowly moves down the aisle.

Mark Perletta: The fans showing their complete discontent for the man who walked into Rise of the Elite 3 with the World Title in his possession.

Joey C: How much of this reaction the fans are giving Marcus is due to the fact that these fans KNOW that Marion holds a DISTINCT advantage going into this match?

Mark Perletta: I don’t see any reason why John Thomas couldn’t win this match. He’s got the intensity, he’s got the drive, and we know he’s got the skill.

Landon Savage: But he’s nowhere even CLOSE to being a former World Champion, and I’d be willing to bet that Marcus Marion goes ALL OUT to win this match.

Surveying the crowd, Marion walks down, and one touchy fan grabs hold of his right elbow. Marion, threatens to strike the obnoxious fan, but instead strokes his arm away and spits right in the face of the unsuspecting bystander. The crowd cries foul in traditional fashion, but the police’s back was turned the entire time.

Mark Perletta: Folks, I should mention that the front office determined that due to the volatile nature of things between John Thomas and Marcus Marion, to include a backstage encounter on August 28th that we did not air on STRIFE, BOTH Marcus and John will BOTH be escorted to the ring tonight by several of Boston’s finest.

Marion smirks and enters the ring. He makes his way across the ring, the police following him in and setting up a diagonal line across the center of the ring, sectioning off the back corner where Marion scales to the top turnbuckle. There he sits down and stares coldly over the heads of the police officers at the entrance way, awaiting the appearance of John Thomas.

Joey C: There looked to be about eight police officers coming down to the ring with Marcus Marion, and you’ve have to figure that they’d want to have at LEAST that many come out with John Thomas, especially considering how firey that kid gets. He’s liable to run the length of the isle and just start wailing away on Marion before the bell even begins.

Landon Savage: Well it IS a No Disqualifications match, but apparently the front office wanted to make sure that any of the action that took place between these two happened in the ring after the opening bell sounds.

Marion’s music fades under and the pink strobe lights die out and the arena goes dark. There are five seconds of silence in which all eyes in the arena are looking towards the entrance stage when suddenly the opening bass-line of “Hey Man Nice Shot” by Filter kicks in over the speakers. The electricity amongst the crowd starts getting more and more intense.

“I wish I’d never met you…

Now it’s a little late.”

The theme song continues to play over the speakers, blue spotlights shine down all over the arena before collapsing on the entrance curtain just as the chorus of the song kicks in, and John Thomas steps out from the back, the fans sending a burst of cheers his way. He slowly makes his way towards the top of the entrance ramp, his blue hood still covering his head. As he stops at the top, the same number of police officers who escorted Marcus Marion to the ring file out from the back, in two lines, one walking to either side of John and walking ahead of him down to the ring.

Mark Perletta: What a huge match this is for John Thomas, a chance to prove himself, a chance to push forwards after the losing streak he's been on.

Joey C: Let's make this very clear, Marky: This is a big match... FOR JOHN THOMAS. This isn't a huge match for Marcus Marion. He's already held the World Title. He's going to hold it again. He's been to the top of the mountain, and although he's not there right now, he will be back there soon enough.

Landon Savage: Marcus Marion doesn't have anything to prove with this match, that much is true, but John Thomas certainly wants a piece of him, and if Marion isn't careful, that guaranteed shot at the World Title he's got won't mean anything, not if he's too injured to take advantage of it.

The police officers are halfway down to the ring before the very intense looking John Thomas even takes his first step down the ramp. Step by step, John makes his way towards the ring, and by the time he reaches the bottom of the ramp, most of the police officers are already in the ring. Each step with a sense of purpose and direction, John makes his way up the steel steps and enters the ring, taking his robe off in his corner and dropping it out of the ring to the outside, revealing a freshly buzzed haircut.

Mark Perletta: Something of a new look for John, the nearly shaved head a more “no frills” look.

Joey C: We've seen this before from John Thomas, and it seems to me like the last time he did this, it really represented a mindset he had adopted... he'd better hope he has the same result as last time.

John’s theme song fades under and he turns and heads towards the center of the ring, Marcus Marion doing the same on the other side of the ring. Standing between them are the two rows of police officers. The referee gets into the ring and stand in between the two rows of police officers and starts explaining the rules to both John and Marcus. The referee then calls something out to the officers nearest the ropes, and slowly they start exiting the ring. Soon all that stands between John and Marcus is the referee, and just after signaling for the opening bell, the referee backs out of the way.

Mark Perletta: And here we go, the bell rings and... and John Thomas getting things started right away!

Rushing in, John Thomas gets point blank range and starts firing in with hard right hands, backing Marion up a few steps. John grabs Marcus around the neck and swings him around, throwing him down to the mat, following him down and laying into him with mounted punches right away. Marion starts to cover up, so John gets up and grabs Marcus by the arm, lifting him up to his feet.

Mark Perletta: John Thomas with an irish whip...

Joey C: An irish whip ATTEMPT, Marky, as Marcus Marion reverses it, sending John into the ropes!

Mark Perletta: On the return nice hiptoss takedown there by Marcus Marion... and he spins John over and immediately locks him into a hammerlock.

John struggles to break free of the hold, trying to get up off the mat, but Marcus shifts around, wrenching in the hold, keeping John down on his side. The more John moves, the more Marcus shifts around.

Mark Perletta: Marcus Marion slowing things down right away, trying to keep control of the pace of this match.

Joey C: And in the process, he's letting the anger build inside John Thomas, anger that he's going to use against him later in the match, causing John to make rash decisions.

Landon Savage: What, does the "C" stand for "Cleo"? Whatever happened to that rastafarian gypsy who used to tell fortunes on television, anyway?

Positioning himself just right, John Thomas moves his legs into position to where he forces Marcus Marion to alter his position once again, this time moving right into a spot where John just reaches up, grabs Marcus around the head with his free arm and locks him into a side headlock, moving him right into position and nailing Marcus in the side of the head with a headbutt.

Mark Perletta: John Thomas there with a wicked headbutt, an interesting way to not only break up the hold, but also to start back into the offense.

John Thomas rolls away and gets up to his feet, grabbing Marion by the hand as Marcus works to stand up, and immediately John sends his opponent into the ropes. On the return Marion is taken off his feet as Thomas tackles him down to the mat with a Lou Thesz Press. John stays on top of Marion and starts laying into him with hard rights and lefts, causing Marcus to try to cover up.

Mark Perletta: Peppering Marcus Marion with rights and lefts, John Thomas is absolutely unrelenting!

Joey C: And Marcus Marion finds a way to get out of the predicament!

With a rake to the eyes, Marcus Marion stops the offensive barrage by John Thomas, making it easier for Marcus to shove John off of him. As John starts to get to his feet, Marcus Marion grabs him by the head and takes him up, over and down with a snap suplex. Not wasting a moment of time, Marcus grabs John by the head and lifting him to his feet, only to take him up and over again with a second snap suplex. Keeping in on the offense, Marion takes John around the neck for a third time, lifting him up, and for a third time taking him down with ANOTHER snap suplex. Hopping back up to his feet, Marion backs up a few steps, hits the ropes, and on the return he drops a legdrop across the neck of John Thomas, spinning around, hooking a leg and going for the pinfall attempt.

ONE...

TWO...

SHOULDER UP!!

Mark Perletta: Nearfall there by Marion, and it looked like Thomas was surprised by the attempt.

Joey C: You heard Marion talking to Belote earlier tonight, you know he wants to get this match over with. He knows he can beat John Thomas. He's got nothing to prove, so why wouldn't he want to finish him off quickly? He's doing John a favor by trying to help him avoid any injury or embarrassment.

Marcus Marion to his feet, and immediately he starts to stomp on the back of John Thomas. Marion grabs John by the arm and lifts him to his feet, sending him into the ropes, on the return nailing him with a knee to the midsection, doubling John over. Pivoting in behind his opponent, Marion grabs John from behind and picks him up and then puts him right back down with an atomic drop, but he keeps locked in around John's waist, picking him up again and putting him right back down for a second atomic drop, this one dropping John down to one knee.

Mark Perletta: Marcus Marion with a second set of repetitious technical moves taking their toll on John Thomas...

Joey C: And he doesn't even NEED the moves he's allowed due to the No Disqualification stipulation of this match.

As John starts to get back up to his feet, Marcus Marion turns and runs into the ropes. On the return John turns around just in time to see Marion come in for a clothesline, and the quick reflexes of John Thomas allow him to duck underneath of it. Realizing he didn't make contact with Thomas, Marcus stops and turns around. As he does, John grabs him, locks him in, and flips him up and over into a Northern Lights Suplex.

Mark Perletta: John Thomas with a nice move, right into a pinfall attempt...

Landon Savage: Not this time!

Before the referee can even go to count the pinfall attempt, John Thomas releases Marion and hops back up to his feet before dropping an elbow right to the face of Marion. As Marcus rolls over and tries to get to his feet, John Thomas starts stomping in and kicking Marion in the shoulders. As John grabs Marion by the arm and pulls him up to his feet, Marcus fires in with a low blow, doubling John over. This gives Marion enough time to get up to his feet, and as soon as he's there, he grabs John by the arm and lifts him to his feet, immediately sending him into the ropes with an irish whip.

Mark Perletta: John Thomas ducking under a clothesline attempt.... Marion turns around takes two steps in and goes for a dropkick as John starts to rebound off the ropes. John scouts it, though, and he's able to hold on to the top rope with one arm and pull himself backwards, and Marion hits the mat hard!

With Marion on his back, John Thomas rushes in, grabs Marcus' legs, lifts them up, and after sending a hard kick to the midsection, John flips Marcus over and sets him into a Boston Crab. Marion struggles a bit to get out of the move and so John stands up and drops a knee to the shoulder area of Marcus Marion, putting him back down on the mat. Lifting him up off the mat, Thomas whips Marion into the ropes, and off the rebound, John quickly nails Marion with an armdrag. Picking Marion quickly, John irish whips Marcus into the corner, where he hits hard back first. Coming in slowly, John takes Marion, picks him up and puts him on the top rope. Thomas climbs up slowly, hooks Marion in, and takes him two-thirds of the way across the ring with a huge superplex.

Mark Perletta: John wasting no time in getting back into this match, as he gets up off the mat and takes Marion by the arm, lifting him up to his feet.

Landon Savage: John with a standing armbar, moves in behind him... Thomas with a NICE dropkick to the back of the shoulder!

Mark Perletta: One of the old stand-by moves in John Thomas' arsenal that help him set up for that Crossface Chickenwing...

Unrelenting, Thomas grabs Marion by the wrist and pulls him up to his feet, yanking down hard and putting pressure on that shoulder joint. John yanks down for a second time, but this time Marion pivots around and nails John in the face with a hard right hand. Wanting to keep in on the offensive, John tries to irish whip Marion into the ropes, but Marion is somehow able to reverse it, sending John into the ropes. Marion follows in right after him, and as soon as John hits the ropes, Marion hits a clothesline that sends John up and over the ropes.

Mark Perletta: John sent over the rop rope... but he hangs on, pulling himself back up, skinning the cat and flipping himself backwards over the top rope, back into the ring. As he turns around Marion also turns around, surprised that John is back in the ring so fast, and Marion flies in and clotheslines Thomas backwards, both of them going up and over the top rope, down to the arena floor!

Landon Savage: John hits the hardest, and with Marion getting back to his feet, Thomas is in trouble.

Grabbing John by the head, Marion picks his opponent up off the ground and irish whips him, sending him knee first into the ring steps. Not wasting a moment, Marcus takes John and lifts him up to his feet and sends him into the ring underneath the bottom rope. With John in the ring, Marion grabs his leg underneath the bottom rope, pulling him into the corner, one leg on either side of the ringpost.

Mark Perletta: This... this doesn't look good here for John Thomas...

Joey C: I can't wait to see what Marion's going to do right here...

Pulling one of John's legs away from the ringpost, Marcus then SLAMS the knee of that leg into the post, but he doesn't let it go. After kicking away the remnants of the ring steps, Marion crosses one of John's legs over the other, then he hops up, puts his legs into position and locks in the figure four leg lock around the ringpost!

Mark Perletta: John Thomas writhing in pain, and Marcus Marion just pulling down with all his weight in on that figure four.

Joey C: Not only is he yanking down, but if you'll notice, he's also on an angle, pulling John down right onto his knee.

Mark Perletta: John Thomas writhing in pain, and Marcus Marion just pulling down with all his weight in on that figure four, and now it looks like Marcus Marion is letting go of John Thomas... What's he doing now?

Letting himself drop down to the mat, Marcus Marion gets back up to his feet and walks over to the time keeper's table, taking an empty chair, folding it up and turning back towards John Thomas. No longer waiting in the corner, John has pulled himself backwards towards the middle of the ring by crab-crawling, so Marcus Marion tosses the chair into the ring underneath the bottom rope and slides back in.

Mark Perletta: The ever resilient John Thomas trying to keep going here in this match, working his way back to his feet, trying to find some kind of hope to stay in this match.

Getting back into the ring, Marion comes in from behind John Thomas and nails a chopblock to the knee which drops John back down to the mat. With a smile on his face, Marcus gets up and walks over and picks up the steel chair, the fans start booing as Marion watches John try to work his way up off the mat. When John gets one foot underneath himself, Marion lifts the chair up onto a shoulder, setting his feet, getting ready to spring. As John gets to his feet, Marion shifts his weight backwards, and then as John starts to turn around looking for his opponent, and as soon as he turns around Marion springs in, going for the chairshot, but John Thomas notices it just in time and is able to duck out of the way. As Marcus turns around to go after John again, John leaps into the air and nails a picture perfect high flipping dropkick that NAILS the steel chair right into the face of Marcus Marion.

Mark Perletta: John Thomas with a move that, had he not done something like this, Marcus Marion could have connected with that chair and would've been in a good spot to win this match!

Joey C: And John Thomas had better consider himself lucky, because it would have been over if Marcus had connected... but don't count Marion out just because John Thomas hit a dropkick into a chair.

John Thomas gets back to his feet and he walks over, grabbing the chair that he knocked out of Marcus Marion’s hands, and sets it up. Grabbing Marcus by the head, John pulls his opponent to his feet. Moving over to where he set up the chair, John grabs Marcus around the neck, pivots around and sends Marion backwards, SLAMMING his back into the chair.

Mark Perletta: GREAT innovative offensive maneuver there by John Thomas with the side Russian legsweep into the chair...

Ripping the chair out from underneath Marcus and sets it up next to him. Instead of picking Marion up again, this time John just sits in the chair and takes a breather, which garners a round of applause by the amused fans. As Marion starts stirring, however, John gets up and lays into Marion with a few well-placed kicks to the shoulder, keeping him on the mat. Satisfied that Marcus is on the mat for a bit, John walks over and scales the turnbuckles, and as he gets closer to the top, the excitement continues to grow. When he gets to the very top, he stops momentarily, his back to the center of the ring, and then Thomas dives backwards into his signature moonsault…

Mark Perletta: NOT YOUR AVERAGE MOONSAULT...!!

Landon Savage: And Marion makes a play!!!

As John Thomas comes flying backwards, Marcus Marion grabs to the side and takes the chair John was just sitting in and pulls it over top of him and John Thomas comes crashing down through it, bending the chair flat again… in the wrong direction, breaking the chair!!

Both men laid out on the mat, Marcus Marion is the first of the two to get up. When he does get to his feet, Marion looks at the chair that John just crashed through, and then throws it out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. Marion then slides out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, looks underneath the ring and finds a steel chair and tosses it into the ring. He gets back into the ring hurriedly and sets it up near where John is laid out and then lifts him to his feet. Marcus picks Thomas up and moves over near where the chair is and sets up Marion into a position where it looks like he’s going to go for either a suplex or a ddt, but before he can do anything, John hits Marion in the ribs with three hard right hands, breaking Marcus’ hold on him. Not wasting a second, John stands up, grabs Marion by the head, spins around and DROPS Marion head-first onto the chair with a falling reverse neckbreaker!

Mark Perletta: He hit it! Sick falling neckbreaker from John Thomas, a move he’s used to win a number of matches….

Landon Savage: Well Marion got the brunt of the move, getting slammed into that chair hard, but on the way down Thomas’s head hit too!

Mark Perletta: Well this… this is a little surprising. Slowly but surely John Thomas is getting to his feet, and he appears to have taken more impact when he dropped into that falling neckbreaker onto the chair than it looked like…

Joey C: It’s probably taking him so long to get up because he probably re-injured himself. It wasn’t that long ago when he was having those light-headed spells, and there he goes, missing out on a chance to pin Marcus Marion, and this doesn’t bode well for Thomas.

John Thomas is the first of the two to get to his feet, but he needs the help of the ring ropes to get to his feet, and as he does, he works his way to the corner, trying to hold himself up by the corner turnbuckle. In the time it takes John to shake the cobwebs, Marcus Marion finds a way to get back to his feet, needing the help of something to get himself to his feet. John found the ropes, Marcus finds the steel chair that he just got dropped on.

Mark Perletta: Well both men are broken and beaten down, and I would say that John Thomas is the better off out of the two of them, but Marcus Marion has a chair, John can’t tell, and that… that’s not looking good for John.

John shakes enough cobwebs to continue the match, and he turns towards the center of the ring where he spies Marion, hunched over, facing in the opposite direction. Because of how Marion is standing, John can’t even see the chair that Marion’s holding. Thinking he’s got the match more in hand than he does, John starts to walk towards Marion slowly, and it’s not until he’s about four feet away that Marcus Marion realizes that he’s coming, but that’s enough notice for him. Taking the chair in hand, Marion turns and swings the chair and NAILS John Thomas in the head, laying him flat out on the mat.

Joey C: Marcus Marion with a HUGE chairshot, and John Thomas goes down like a ton of bricks!

Mark Perletta: He may have hit the mat, but John is struggling, trying to get back up to his feet.

Landon Savage: Oh just stay down, kid.

Surprised that John Thomas is working his way back to his feet, Marcus Marion runs in and nails John Thomas, who is on his hands and knees, with a chairshot uppercut, rocking him backwards. On his knees, John is rocked, but doesn’t fall down onto his back. Somehow John falls back upwards, landing back into a kneeling position. Frustrated that John didn’t fall down, Marion knocks him in the forehead with another big chairshot, rocking him backwards. Amazingly (and frustratingly, to Marion), John Thomas is rocked backwards, but somehow he starts to fall forwards, but not ALL the way forwards.

Mark Perletta: Tremendous frustration on the face of Marcus Marion as John Thomas somehow doesn’t end up on the mat…

Joey C: Right now, Marion just wants Thomas to just die, but he just won’t do it.

Landon Savage: That’s because Thomas is an idiot and he doesn’t know when to give up!

With all the energy he has left, Marcus runs into the ropes behind John, and on the return, Marion dives in John’s direction, nailing Thomas in the back of the head with the chair full force, sending him face first into the mat, sending a huge “OOOOHHH!!!” reaction throughout the crowd. Getting up to his feet, Marion sees John Thomas laid out next to him, and he drops the chair in front of him, then grabs John by the head and lifts him up to his feet.

Mark Perletta: John Thomas is out, but now what is Marion doing?

Joey C: Finishing him off, that’s what.

Marion grabs Thomas and picks him up into a bodyslam position, but then continues to turn John until he has him into a tombstone position. Then all at once, Marcus Marion spins and DRIVES the head of John Thomas into the steel chair with a tombstone piledriver. Marcus stands up and looks down at John Thomas, who is laid out on his stomach and isn’t moving at all, and smiles before walking over, standing right over top of John. Reaching down, Marcus Marion locks John Thomas into his signature camel clutch. The referee slides in, checks John Thomas for any sign of consciousness, and when he doesn’t see anything, he calls for the bell.

Josephina Colbert: Your winner as a result of submission… Marcus Marion!

The crowd looks on in sheer awe after just witnessing such a pitched battle between Thomas and Marion. While the EMTs pull John Thomas out of the ring on a back-board after sustaining such brutal punishment, they put him on a stretcher and they slowly wheel him back up the aisle, as the crowd pops huge as a token of their affection of his athletic prowess. Marion, down on one knee and holding his ribcage in complete agony, doesn’t let old habits die, as he motions for a mic. Barely able to move himself, with a glossy look in his eyes, Mr. Platinum Blonde, chastises Thomas.

MARCUS MARION: Turn him the fuck around and let the “Durable One” get a look at me.

The EMTs stop and look back at Marion, who motions for them to spin the stretcher around to allow John Thomas to look back into the ring.

MARCUS MARION: I don’t care what shape you’re in, kid, this is yet another lesson I’m teaching you… Don’t EVER turn your back on me, you hear me? I told the world what I was going to do and I went out and did it. Since you’re so big on integrity and honor, if you weren’t strapped onto that stretcher right now I’d make you get into this ring and raise my hand, show some sportsman-like conduct. Raise it so my eyes can see, and raise it as proof, as my little receipt to the unwashed masses that after all these months you’ve finally taken your rightful place...

The boos ring loud. Thomas casts a hateful glare Marion’s direction. With the mic pressed against his lips, Marion continues.

MARCUS MARION: …as my footstool. What…did you think you deserved better? Son, you’re Oliver Twist and as far as I’m concerned, no seconds for you. No more shots at me. You’re finished. You’re over. You….BLEW IT! Kiss my boots, and while you’re down there, kiss the guardians of Boston, Mass, while your at it. Their crowd control, when I come to town it fixes to get pretty riotous in these here parts.

The camera switches over to show a shot of the police officers that surrounded the ring during the match. Marion neglects Thomas and turns his attention to the crowd. Talking to all those faces, of different religions, races and socio-economic backgrounds. His blonde hair taken on a sickly shade of red, due to the nature of the match.

MARCUS MARION: No longer is wrestling programming for rednecks and the lower middle-class. It’s no longer a product wrapped in edgy packaging. I’m the reason you are all sitting in those too small seats right now, filing your nails, and lifting those little stubby fingers of yours in the air.

Marion points out into the crowd, as they boo and toss their trash airborne into the ring.

MARCUS MARION: Because of me, blacks, whites, the red and yellow man can stand one another… and sit under the same roof… for three hours. I’m the biggest cross-over act in the world. I bring people together. Bow… bow down… and worship me. I put the….

Just then Marion drops the mic, it thuds and his body falls limp onto the mat. The crowd hushes into utter silence. The EMT’s dash to the scene with the stretcher. The Rhodes’ both dash from out of their dressing room to be at Marion’s side. The Robins’ can both be seen in the audience, covering their eyes as to not witness their idol taking his hit in the ring. Marion is wheeled off onto the stretcher; barely stirring he refuses medical attention. Susan convinces him otherwise. As he is carted away, the last image we see is The Robins’ both with wicked looks on their faces as they both jealously stare at Susan Rhodes.

The camera switches over to a shot of the announce position where Mark Perletta, Landon Savage, and Joey C all sit, getting prepared for the next-to-last match of the evening. Mark Perletta has something of a worried look on his face.

Mark Perletta: Folks, we go from one discouraging situation to another, from one injury to another. As you all saw earlier here tonight, in our first match of the evening, Herb Moxley defeated Nicholas Creed to become the new Tao of Valor Champion, but in the process of that match and during an attack by Creed after the match, Herb Moxley became injured. Backstage reporter Andrew Kelley has been working all night to stay updated with Herb's condition and the potential ramifications for tonight's World Tag Team Title Match.

The image of Mark Perletta shrinks, both vertically and horizontally, and moves to the side of the screen, the other half being taken up by an image of Andrew Kelley who is backstage with a microphone in his hand.

Mark Perletta: So Andrew, what have you found out so far?

Andrew Kelley: Almost nothing, I'm sorry to report. Ever since the EMTs took Herb Moxley back into the training room to get checked out, I've been doing everything I can to get an update on his condition, but about ten minutes after the match ended, a member of the front office came by and told everyone waiting around to see how Moxley was doing to go back to their locker rooms, effectively shutting down the area to anyone not named DJ Cassidy.

Landon Savage: So wait, you get a chance at a decent sized story, and you just give up on it? How do you feel about reporting weather in the Plain States?

Joey C: I hear Kansas is nice... one or two days a year.

Andrew Kelley: Actually I didn't give up. I was rather persistant, in fact. I talked to everyone I could to find out how Moxley's condition was, but no one who knew anything was saying a word, but I've decided to wait here by the gorilla position to get a word with the next person I see who might know about this situation, whether it's DJ Cassidy or whoever.

Suddenly something catches Andrew Kelley's attention out of the corner of his eye and the camera zooms out as Andrew points off down the hallway and we see Rob Belote quickly approaching.

Andrew Kelley: Rob, I was wondering if I could get an update on Herb Moxley's condition. Will he be able to compete against the Old School Kings?

Rob Belote: That's exactly what I'm coming to figure out, and here comes the one man who might be able to shed some light on this subject.

Rob nods in the direction he's walking and the camera pans over to show DJ Cassidy, in his ring gear, walking down the hallway alone.

DJ Cassidy: Rob, hey, you wanted to see me?

Rob walks up to Cassidy, but before he starts talking to him he turns to Andrew Kelley and the cameraman.

Rob Belote: Sorry, but I think this needs to be a one-on-one conversation. You all will find out in a few minutes what's going to happen with the World Tag Team Titles, so for now, you'll just have to wait.

Josephina Colbert: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!

"Blood of Heroes" by Megadeth begins to blast over the sound system. The crowd starts to boo as Jake Dominion emerges from back wearing a black Yankees fitted cap on backwards, a pair of black shades, a black t-shirt that reads "FUCK YOU BOSTON!" on the front and "Another one bites the dust..." on the back and his normal ring attire, with Eric Wolfson emerging right behind. They pound fists at the top of the ramp and make their way down the aisle nonchalantly.

Mark Perletta: These fans HATE them. And look at how insensitive that prick Jake Dominion is. How can he wear that shirt here?

Landon Savage: Oh calm down Marky Mark, Jake Dominion is the man! Look at how confident the Old School Kings look, they have this match in the bag...

Mark Perletta: Yeah we'll see after the Nerds kick their ass!

Joey C: Nerds kick their ass? You're dreaming Marky...

Josephina Colbert: Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 491 pounds... Jake Dominion & Eric Wolfson... the OLD SCHOOL KINGS!!!!

More boos and chants of "FUCK YOU JAKE" can be heard in response to his controversial t-shirt. Dominion just continues to strut to the ring like it aint nothing. The Old School Kings make their way into the ring and Jake Dominion grabs the mic from the ring announcer as he begins to speak...

Jake Dominion: So..how about them Red Sox now huh???

The boos increase and the fans start chanting some hateful shit towards the Old School Kings, Jake Dominion in particular.

Jake Dominion: You know that boos on the road are just as good as cheers at home...

Dominion just smirks that cocky, arrogant smile of his as he just soaks the boos in.

Jake Dominion: Whatever, I'll give you all a reason to boo tonight because after we kick the Nerds' ass and take the World Tag Team Championship, I want EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU FUCKING BOSTON ASSHOLES TO GET ON YOUR FEET AND BOO THE HELL OUTTA THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Bow down to the fucking Kings! And just like your beloved Sox, the Nerds will also bite the dust tonight! Nerds, get your asses out here now and quit stalling the inevitable...now play their damn music!

Jake Dominion throws down the mic as the Old School Kings get into the "ready and bring it on" position as they wait the entrance of the tag team champs.

Landon Savage: Jake Dominion's pumped and the Old School Kings looked primed for this matchup. The Nerds better say a prayer now cause they have NO CHANCE against these two...

Mark Perletta: Keep talking Savage, the Nerds are the champs, they still have the gold and they're not about to lose tonight...mark my words!

Joey C: To hell with the Nerds, enough is enough and it's time for a change...

Josephina Colbert: And their opponents...

The buzz all across the arena builds and builds as everyone waits, and just about every single fan in the arena pops as “Popular” by Nada Surf starts playing. As the song kicks fully into gear, DJ Cassidy steps out from the back and walks to the top of the entrance ramp and waits.

Josephina Colbert: ...THEY are the reigning World Tag Team Champions... D.J. Cassidy... Herb Moxley... they are THE REVENGE... OF THE NERDS!!!

Slowly, tenderly, Herb Moxley makes his way out from the back to a HUGE response from the crowd. The Revenge of the Nerds get to the top of the ramp and Cassidy grins, glad to have his tag team partner next to him. He pats the World Tag Team Championship Belt over the shoulder of Moxley, and then Moxley pats the belt over Cassidy’s shoulder, and then the two make their way down to the ring.

Mark Perletta: A nice sign of solidarity there by the Revenge of the Nerds.

Landon Savage: Look, Moxley might be here, but whatever happens here in this match, Mox already made his big mark here tonight, winning that Tao of Valor Championship earlier against Creed. That was his big goal leading into this ppv, that was all the talk from him, that’s where he focus was, not on this match, not on the World Tag Team Championships.

Joey C: You’re absolutely right. This match was always an afterthought to him, and it’s going to cost not only himself the belt currently on his shoulder, but also the belt that is on Cassidy’s shoulder. What kind of friend is that?

As the Nerds get into the ring, each of them picks a corner, climbing the turnbuckles and hoisting the World Tag Team Championship belts into the air, and then they drop back down to the mat. Moxley gives his belt to Cassidy before exiting out onto the apron, letting DJ start the match, and right after DJ hands the belts to the referee, Jake Dominion and Eric Wolfson blitz in and start pounding on DJ Cassidy. The referee turns his attention to what’s going on right after he hands the belts to the time keeper and he runs in and yells at the Old School Kings.

Mark Perletta: The referee getting some order by moving Wolfson out onto the apron, but the Old School Kings have put themselves into a good position here to start the match.

The pearl harbor job has come to an end as the ref has restored order inside of the squared circle. Dominion stuns Cassidy with a flurry of sidekicks to the arms, solar-plexus, and one particularly brutal shot to the side of Cassidy’s head. Dominion takes a step back as he looks at one half of the World Tag Team Champions, and an arrogant, almost spell-binding grin sunrises on his face, as Dominion marvels at his ‘work’. The fans; however, none too pleased voice their disapproval as they boo, and boo some more. Dominion seeming to shower in the hatred of the fans, looks toward home territory where Eric Wolfson looks on with a look of complacence.

Mark Perletta: Cassidy was just at the mercy of Dominions’ educated feet. Those swift and pin-point accurate kicks is a sure quick and easy trip to the hospital. Just listen to these fans, their going bonkers, they truly hate this guy. Jake Dominion is a man on a mission tonight, but will that mission end in championship gold?

Joey C: Are you talking to yourself again? Might want to get yourself looked at, buddy. Of course the Old School Kings trail off into sunset with the titles tonight, I read my horoscope, and the stars are all aligned perfectly. Jake Dominion and Eric Wolfson walk out of Boston, Mass, a few pounds heavier.

Landon Savage: But of course my friend, but of course.

Cassidy sits down on the mat trying to regain himself, thinking on his feet, Dominion quits his show-boating and goes over to the stunned Cassidy and hooks him in a reverse chin-lock submission. The fans continue their boo-fest, you get the feeling they do it on general principle. Cassidy stretches out his hand trying to keep himself in the match, but every time he tries to fight it, Dominion tightens his grip with the chin-lock. Dominion releases the hold, grabs Cassidy by the hair and slams his head straight into the mat. A loud THUD! Is heard throughout the arena, those live mics really do wonders for sound effect. Dominion then kicks-up to his feet and immediately nails Cassidy with a cork-screw legdrop, into a pinning situation. The ref slides into position to register his first count of the night.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE…

KICKOUT!

Mark Perletta: That was close. Just a textbook example of the wrestling IQ and smarts of DJ Cassidy, he wasn’t hurt, just milking that count. With the intense and high-impact style that the OSK possess, I think the Nerds will have to get as many breaks as they possibly can.

Landon Savage: Well, we’ll see how this match pans out. This match has got to favor the OSK, given the hype surrounding Moxley’s hurt bad. Which, isn’t necessarily a bad thing, notice I’m not complaining.

Joey C: Hogwash! Nobody cares. These trogoldyes in the audience didn’t pay to see a guy take a nap in the middle of the ring. They want action, gore, violence and blood-shed. Hell, is this how a champion SHOULD act, sleeping on the job? I don’t think so. He wants to get some hours in, he should’ve pitched a hammock out in the loading area, would’ve done us all a civil service for having to watch him now.

Cassidy kicks out at the last second, less hurt and more being a tactician of the sport and milking that count for all it’s worth. Frustrated, Dominion hooks Cassidy into a sleeper-hold and slowly moves in from the middle of the ring toward Nerd enemy lines, near Eric Wolfson. Dominion teases the crowd by stretching out his leg “pretending” to tag in Eric Wolfson, the crowd not liking this display of arrogance lets him have it with a shower of boos. Finally, after long last Dominion still holding Cassidy in place with the sleeper, lets a free arm dangle and tags in his partner. The crowd boos even louder at a member from the old-guard.

Wolfson steps through the ropes and picks off where his partner left off and hooks Cassidy in a sleeper of his own. Wolfson rises to his feet and brings Cassidy with him, and irish whips him to the far ropes. Off the rebound Cassidy goes for a clothesline but, Wolfson ducks it, lets Cassidy bounce off the ropes from the other side, and nails him with a kick to the gut on the return. Immediately Wolfson takes Cassidy down with a bone-jarring side-suplex. Instinctively, he goes for the cover. The ref slides in…

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!

The cameras pan to show Moxley rallying on his teammate, telling him to get up and hang in there. Dominion begs to jaw-jack a bit with Moxley telling him to “Shut-up!”, while Moxley tries his best to ignore the disparaging remarks. Dominion attempts to sneak back into the ring, but the ref catches him in his tracks and motions him to take a stand on the apron. Wolfson hooks Cassidy into a leg grapevine, really synching the move in, as Cassidy slowly begins to break down. Much like his partner from the early-goings, Wolfson keeps the move locked in and moves Cassidy methodically toward the wrong side of town. Wolfson stretches out his arm and tags in Dominion, who enters the ring via a split-legged moon-sault, Wolfson exits, and Dominion cockily ignores a fall attempt and instead picks Cassidy up, and pushes him against the corner turnbuckle laying head and body shots with those lethal feet of his.

Mark Perletta: Cassidy is really looking worse for wear. He hasn’t attempted a single move because these challengers, the OSK are so spot on, and so meticulous with their assault. The quick tags, and these little rest-holds may not look like much but, the energy the Cassidy is expending kicking out, and struggling to get out of the submission is beginning to show. Their like boa constrictors out there, the Old School Kings, that is.

Joey C: I’ll agree. Those rest-holds take a hell of a lot out of you, slowly but surely. Wait, did I say I agreed with you? What is the world coming to? Eh...

Exhausted, Cassidy slumps down on the turnbuckle, and taking the bait Dominion runs in for a bronco-buster, and at the last second Cassidy his boot out and catches Dominion in the stomach. Before Dominion has a chance to fall, Cassidy is on top of him, straddling him with lefts and rights as Dominion tries to cover up. Noticing the momentum possibly changing, Wolfson tries to snake his way into the match, but is held off by the referre. Moxley hogged up on adrenaline tries to make his way into the ring, and does so successfully. While the ref’s back is turned, Moxley manages to stand Dominion up, floor him with a standing drop-kick, and then slides out of the ring quickly just before the ref could see him. The crowd pops huge at this display. The ref cast a glance at Moxley, and he just smiles in return.

Joey C: Cheater! Look at that moron all taped up like a mummy. What’s the matter Moxley, Creed pound you into oblivion and give you a little boo-boo? And again I say, CHEATER!

Mark Perletta: What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, isn’t it? They’ve been double-teaming all night, all is fair in love and war. Cassidy is staging a comeback. Can the tide possibly be turning?

Joey C: God, please shoot him.

The Tao of Valor Champion comes in adds a little spice to an otherwise one-sided match. The fans in attendance, and the ones at home have to be wondering about Moxley’s back though. After that vicious assault by SIN, Moxley can’t afford to be in the ring too long himself, or he may suffer some permanent damage to that lower back. Cassidy stands Dominion up and in one swift motion, drops him with a belly-to-back suplex, picks him up again, and nails another one. Cassidy hooks the leg, and goes for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE…

KICKOUT!

As soon as Cassidy stands up he breaks character for a bit from his usual calm and collected self, and becomes flustered and angry at the ref for what he perceived as a slow count. Out of nowhere, Wolfson runs into the ring and nails Cassidy with a clothesline from the top-rope. Cassidy hits the ground like a ton of bricks as the fans cry foul. The ref takes a nasty little bump himself, and falls onto the ground but shakes his cobwebs loose after a few seconds. Wolfson exits the ring as both Dominion and Cassidy try to regain themselves. Cassidy rolls out of the ring, in an attempt to draw Dominions attention, which he does successfully. Once out on the floor, Dominion slowly holding his own back, ironically, stalks Cassidy, but his blind-sided by Moxley. The tag team champions quickly execute a douple-suplex on Dominion out onto the arena floor padding. The crowd cringes and lets out an audible groan.

Joey C: Typical, some people just cannot win a bar fight sober, and some people can’t win a match without making it hardcore. Was that REALLY necessary? C’mon, you tell me Perletta, what was the purpose of ganging up on a guy on the outside of the ring, when the match is won in the ring? This is a travesty of justice. There should be summary judgments all over this match! The OSK are getting screwed like whores right now.

Landon Savage: I couldn’t have said it any better. We definitely need a petition going around.

Mark Perletta: Watch your language, their can be kids watching. Anyway, I’m quite enjoying this match. Both teams are showing me something here tonight. The match pacing is wonderful, and the moves look so crisp. That double-suplex on the outside was just extra. The Nerds are fighting for their very lives. Their working like well-oiled machines out there.

The ref finally comes all the way to and administers the count on the outside.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

FIVE…

SIX…

SEVEN…

Cassidy rolls Dominion into the ring first, effectively putting the bullet on the countdown. He then rolls in himself, and takes another breather, the early effects of the match finally catching up with him. During this time Dominion crawls to his corner and uses the ropes as leverage to rise to his feet, looking a bit ravaged he gives Moxley the “gun pointing” motion, and goads him into the match. Cassidy tags Moxley in as the other member of Revenge of the Nerds enters the melee.

Both begin trading stiff jabs in the middle of the ring as the flashbulbs go off around the arena. Dominion lands a right that throws Moxley for a loop as the fans toss their garbage in the ring. Dominion whips Moxley to the ropes, he ducks as Moxley jumps over him but Wolfson connects with a knee to the small of Moxley’s prone back on the other set of ropes, which illicits all kinds of emotions from the fans. Doubled-over, Dominion wisely sets up Moxley for a quick piledriver which he nails beautifully. Instead of going for the pin, Dominion scales the ropes and goes for a frog splash.

LEAPS….

AND NARROWLY….

MISSES…

Moxley moves out of the way at the last possible second, and hooks Dominion in a surfboard submission,. The ref gets in there to see if Dominion yields. Through salty sweat and matted hair, Dominion shakes his head “No”. After thirty-five seconds in the hold Moxley releases the hold and goes for a quick cover.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!

Dominion powers out at two his strength quickly depleting, also. Moxley holding his back, moves steadily as to not aggravate it much more, and tags in his partner. Cassidy reenters the ring like a house of fire, and before we know it, Wolfson is in the ring too. Cassidy nails Wolfson with a backspring elbow to the face, and Wolfson quickly rolls out of the ring. Dominion slowly stands up and gets a European-uppercut to the mouth for his trouble, into a northern-lights bomb. Quickly, Cassidy locks in one of his personal favorites, the Texax Cloverleaf. After having the move applied for ten seconds, Dominion, again, refuses to give. Moxley hits the ring again and drops a leg across Dominions throat while Cassidy still has the hold applied.

Mark Perletta: Creative teamwork there by the tag team champions. That pain was traveling up Dominions spinal column just from the Cloverleaf alone, and then that leg-drop to the back of the neck, really effective maneuvers. Keeping Dominion grounded so he can’t use those flashy feet, which in his case, are a man’s best friend.

Landon Savage: These Nerds are bums. That’s all I’m saying.

Joey C: I concur. See that Perletta, I don’t have any problem with bowing down to popular opinion.

Cassidy lets go of the hold, stands up and puts the boots to Dominion. He lets up and scales the turnbuckle, after a few seconds, Dominion walks toward him. Cassidy springs and nails Dominion with a missile dropkick to the sternum, to the amazement and wonder of the crowd. Cassidy rolls Dominion in a small package. The ref counts.

ONE…

TWO…

Dominion reverses the small package into a small package of his own. The workout is registered again, the ref wipes the sweat from his brow as he gets his workout for the evening.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!

Getting antsy, Wolfson begins to pick apart the padding on the turnbuckle, slowly to the ignorance of the referee. Blue string by string, the padding starts to fall off, until finally it is off. However, Wolfson holds the padding in place as not to expose the steel just yet. Eyeing one another, Dominion whips Cassidy into the turn-pad area where Wolfson is, and at the last second, Wolfson moves the padding out of the way. Cassidy crumples like a deck of cards after hitting the steel with such explosive force. He rolls around on the ground and howls out in pain and anguish. Dominion showing no mercy stands Cassidy up and rams his face into the exposed steel, as the fans boo hysterically at this display.

Landon Savage: Nice teamwork there by the Old School Kings, using every inch of the ring we a weapon of mass destruction. Only these guys would’ve thought of something as ingenious as ripping apart a turnbuckle pad. Looks like the Nerds can learn a thing or two from the REAL masters of the mat.

Mark Perletta: Cassidy hit hard. The ring must’ve moved a good four inches. That force was just brutal. The Old School Kings are taking no prisoners tonight. Earlier while Dominion had words with Gryffin Anselm I questioned how maybe that distraction might’ve been too much to overcome, guess now I have my answer. The Nerds have a ton of heart and desire, but they have got to avoid these high-impact moves from the challengers.

Joey C: It’s over. They’ve ridden the coattails of The Odd Cousins, and the Beautiful People for as long as I can remember, these phonies are being exposed tonight. Did you expect this match to be up the Nerds’ alley? If you did, you’re a fool. With old man rivers’ back torn to shreds theirs no way they’re defending these titles tonight. Not on my watch.

Dominions’ turn to scale the turnbuckle, Cassidy groggily and slowly walks into a missile dropkick, but at the last second Cassidy catches Dominion’s feet and slingshots him into Moxley who entered the ring behind Cassidy. Instead of Cassidy getting hit in the face with a pair of feet, Dominion is on the receiving end of a dropkick to the face from Moxley as Cassidy slingshots Dominion into the dropkick. This act of desperation gets the crowd hyped as they chant: NERDS! NERDS! NERDS! Moxley returns to his corner, and Cassidy slowly moves over to a fallen, and near broken, Dominion. Cassidy tags out to Moxley. Moxley enters the ring stands Dominion up and takes him down with a firemans-carry take-down, into an arm-bar. Using a fraction of his wresting background, Moxley looks to hyper-extend the arm of Dominion, who tries to suck it up, but groans every so often because of the pain. With every tug, Moxley holds the small of his back with his free hand, and winces as well. Moxley moves Dominion closer to Cassidy and tags him in; both stand Dominion up and nail him with a double bulldog, showing their camaraderie.

Mark Perletta: Double bulldog, and Dominion eats canvas. Man, is this match emotional. I’ve rarely seen one match go one way, then another this often, the pendulum is definitely in effect tonight. But the Nerds cannot let up, as I said the OSK are known for making late comebacks with their high-powered offense.

Landon Savage: Whatever! Cassidy has come alive in spurts.

Joey C: C’mon Dominion, Wolfson, somebody do something. One move at a time, get in this thing. This match was well in hand before Perletta started giving the Nerds on air blowjobs.

Moxley begins to show his fatigue and begins to slump over as well. Dominion crawls to his corner, digging his nails into the mat and tags in a fresher Eric Wolfson. Wolfson, steps through the ropes and into the ring and begins to duke it out with Moxley. Wolfson nails Moxley with an atomic drop, which Moxley blocks, and instead nails Wolfson with a haymaker and a monkey flip. Wolfson hits the mat, Cassidy enters the ring, once Wolfson he is double dropkicked by the tag champs. Wolfson gets up again, and is peppered back with rhythm punches from both Moxley and Cassidy, and in an instant, while he’s groggy, both Nerds run to opposite sides of the ring, rebound off the ropes and nail….

Landon Savage: That’s, “We fucked your back up move”!

Mark Perletta: Haven’t seen that in some time, Wolfson is down, and in another solar system right now. He was hit pretty hard.

Joey C: He’s fine, he’s both fought and beaten far better men than the Nerds. It’s these inept idiot with the zebra shirt on that WON’T restore order in the ring, it’s like a zoo in there. I’ve never seen so much interfering since I ran a train on my ex in high-school.

Cassidy hits Wolfson with a Death Valley Driver, and immediately Moxley scales the ropes and hits a moonsault onto Wolfson who lies motionless on the mat. Dominion rushes the ring and hits Cassidy with a lariat that sends him down hard to the mat, he then stands Cassidy up and clotheslines him over the top-rope. Dominion engages into a brawl with Moxley rights and lefts, jockeying for position. Niether, willing to budge an inch. Perspiration beads off the faces of both superstars. The referee looks down to check on Wolfson who is still laid out on the mat. The referee begins a count.

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THREE…

FOUR…

Wolfon begins to stir.

FIVE…

SIX…

SEVEN…

He shakes his head, all while Dominion and Moxley are going at it, slowly he rises to one knee, then falls down again.

EIGHT…

He tries again, this time with more success, leaning against the ropes Wolfson wills himself to a vertical base, stopping the count. Cassidy at this time, manages to slide back into the ring and immediately goes after Wolfson. Dominion hits Moxley with an enzuguri to the face, whick knocks him senseless. Increasing the battery, Dominions rakes Moxley across the eyes with his nails, and drops a hard knee onto his injured back. Moxley shrills. His suffering is heard throughout the entire building. Some fans in the audience turn away at the violence going on in the ring. Cassidy and Wolfson have long since left the ring and take their brawl out to the arena floor. Both Cassidy and Wolfson fight tooth and nail, Cassidy grabs Wolfson in a bear-hug and rams him backfirst into the ring-post outside, once, twice, and three times the charm. Cassidy rolls Wolfson in the ring, and once again he finds himself laid out on the mat. Cassidy hops onto the apron.

Mark Perletta: Wolfson is in bad shape, just look at him. The foam coming from his mouth, the sheer brutality of this match is simply, hellish.

Joey C: Both teams will never be the same again.

Landon Savage: This kid Cassidy is showing me something here tonight. While his partner is indeed a twit, I respect the kid, if even a little bit. My money is still on OSK, though, so that’s where the Cassidy “love-fest” begins and ends.

With Wolfson laid out on the mat, Moxley finds his destination and tries to crawl over to his corner, hoping to make the tag in. Trying to keep Moxley from being able to make the tag, Jake Dominion hops off the apron, runs halfway around the ring and rips Cassidy down off the apron, tackling him to the floor and ramming him into the steel guardrail. When Moxley gets to the corner, he looks devastated to see Cassidy laid out down on the arena floor. Using the ring ropes, Herb Moxley pulls himself up to his feet and turns around just in time to get hammered in the back by a flying knee from Eric Wolfson, dropping Moxley down to the mat again.

Mark Perletta: Eric Wolfson taking Moxley by the arm, he pulls him backwards towards the middle of the ring. Wolfson yelling to Dominion to get back up onto the apron... and I think we know what’s coming.

When Jake Dominion gets back up onto the apron, Eric Wolfson lifts Herb Moxley to his feet, reaches backwards and tags in Jake Dominion, and then he lifts Moxley up off the mat into a vertical suplex… and then DROPS Moxley straight down into a brainbuster. Wolfson rolls out of the way just as Jake Dominion comes off the top rope in a frogsplash, nailing the RULE OF DOMINION, and then he hooks the leg and the referee goes to make the count...

One…

Two…

Three.

The referee gets to his feet and makes his way over to the ropes and calls for the bell and asks for someone to hand him the World Tag Team Championship belts. The boos, which started rolling in as soon as Wolfson began the RULE OF DOMINION, continue to grow to a point where the ring announcer can barely be heard.

Josephina Colbert: The winners of this match… and NEW World Tag Team Champions… Eric Wolfson and Jake Dominion… the OLD SCHOOL KINGS!!

Mark Perletta: The Old School Kings have done it, they've defeated the Revenge of the Nerds, and you almost get the sense that this was the culmination of some devious and twisted plan.

Joey C: What, you mean Nicholas Creed softening up that idiot Herb Moxley? That's more Moxley's fault than it is scheming on the plan of the Old School Kings.

Landon Savage: All I can say is FINALLY. Finally LEGACY has World Tag Team Champions it can be PROUD of. At our last pay per view, the Disorderly Youth had the championship belts in their posession, and that WOULD have been respectable if it weren't for the fact that those two did nothing but fight with one another.

Joey C: But the Old School Kings, they're here to say, and this... this is a great thing for the tag team division.

Mark Perletta: Well I'm certainly not one of their top fans, not by any means, but the Old School Kings have been impressive in tag team competition thus far...

Landon Savage: And they're going to be the cornerstone of the tag team division in LEGACY for YEARS.

"What have I done since I've been in LEGACY? Won the tag titles with a crack head. Asserted myself into a couple matches. Made sexually charged jokes about Herbert J. Moxley's girlfriend. I have done absolutely nothing in singles competition. In TTW, when my mind was clear and my thoughts were on one thing... I won Sky High. I became better than Rawlings, Moxley, and Aeolus Wrath."

The camera opens up to Dan Stein, sitting in his locker room. His fingers are taped up, a single strip under and over his knuckles.

"I haven't lost a step in three months. I haven't left any moves out of my repertoire. If anything, I've added to it. Greyson Blade knows how. Former LEGACY star Chivalric knows how. Night in and night out, week after week, I put my body through hell. I was the ALBATROSS' one – and only – champion. I BECAME ALBATROSS. I PERSONIFIED ALBATROSS. I was dedicated, I was violent. I AM dedicated... I AM violent. I AM an MMA champion, a fucking star."

Stein rolls his head on his shoulders and looks at the camera.

"I personify LEGACY. Flashy. Talented. Profitable. What is Greyson Blade? Flashy? Please. Talented? Hardly. People build their careers off of improving his move set. He's been using the same moves for close to a decade, match after match, while guys like myself keep inovating every night. Is he a good wrestler? He holds the title we ALL want. He is a GOOD wrestler. At the right times. But he has been better. He's been amazing. He's been more than 'that old guy people want to win'. He once was the Heartless Bastard that did what he want, for himself, because he could do it. Not for the fans. Not because he didn't want a guilty conscience."

Stein stands up.

"HATE is a more profitable emotion in wrestling than love. Nobody comes to see the new announcer search. They come to see me – destroy – Blade and Rawlings. To see what stunt I'm going to pull next. To be entertained. Enthralled. Mesmerized. They come to see LEGACY's best all around star. They don't come to see Greyson Blade, they come to see his assailant. His opponent. His enemy. Me.

"I put the fans in the seats, I get the biggest crowd reaction. I am LEGACY's money maker, I am its number one STAR. Tonight, Blade, I show you what the next generation of wrestling SUPERSTARS bring to the table when I TAKE your title, dangle it over your body and kick you in your fucking face. Not because I'm cocky. Because I HATE you."

His nostrils flare.

"I hate you like the Red Sox hate the Yankees, like Blood hates the Crips. I hate you like Graham Anderson hates being a referee, like Azraith DeMitri hates Damien Roy. Like the Vols LOATHE Florida. But most importantly, I hate you like a pissed off fan hates his favorite wrestling turning his back on everything that made him who he was.

"What Johnny Damon is to Red Sox fans, you are to me. And by the end of the night, Blade... you'll understand that."

Stein stands up.

"I don't just wrestle. I wrestle LIGHTS OUT."

The sound of a gavel.

"Case closed."

Josephina Colbert: It is now time for tonight’s main event, which is set for TWO falls and is for the LEGACY World Championship!

The lights go dim, and the crowd begins to bustle. Suddenly the guitar riff of Grinspoon's "Champion" begins to play throughout the arena. Suddenly red white, and blue pyrontechnics go off, exciting the crowd. The lights come back on and Rawlings is on the stage. He poses for the crowd for a moment, and then quickly makes his way down the ramp and to the ring.

Mark Perletta: Stephen Rawlings wasting NO TIME in getting down to that ring, and I think it’s obvious that he’s more than just a little anxious to get this match started.

Landon Savage: He shouldn’t be, he doesn’t stand a chance of walking out of here with that belt.

Mark Perletta: I’d say that there’s more than just a fair chance that Stephen Rawlings could walk out of this match with the belt.

When Stephen gets to the bottom of the ramp he hops up onto the apron and then sprits over to the edge of the apron. Once there, he climbs the turnbuckle, gives a couple of gestures, and then flips over the top rope into the ring. He goes into the corner, facing the ramp, and waits, stretching a bit.

Mark Perletta: Rawlings getting in a tad bit of last minute preparatory stretching, par for the course from a guy who is known for coming to matches very well prepared.

Landon Savage: Almost freakishly so. Have you heard about all the weird things he does to prepare for matches? The guy is obsessed with being ready, and for what? So he can blow it?

Mark Perletta: If my memory serves, the last time Stephen Rawlings was in the ring with Greyson Blade with the World Championship on the line, he didn’t end up losing that match.

Joey C: Oh please, stop, you’re too much. Stephen Rawlings failed in that match. If he was going to win, he would’ve won. Doesn’t matter that Stein got involved, what it came down to was that Rawlings couldn’t get the job done.

Rawlings’ theme song fades under and then “Rush” by ALY & AJ starts in over the P.A. system, and the boos start to ring out as Dan Stein steps out from the back, a huge smirk on his face. He looks out over the crowd before walking down to the ring.

Mark Perletta: Look at how proud Dan Stein seems about that reaction he’s being given.

Landon Savage: He SHOULD be proud of it. It doesn’t matter whether the fans are cheering or booing, it’s the intensity of it, and this reaction, it’s fairly loud.

Joey C: So long as the reaction doesn’t negatively affect a wrestler’s performance, theny should be proud of it. They should embrace it, and that’s what Dan Stein is doing.

As Dan Stein gets closer and closer to the ring, he sets his focus on his opponent in the ring. Making his way up the ring steps, Stein stops at the top and says something to the referee. The referee says something back to him, and then Stein stands there and waits. Realizing Stein’s serious, the referee walks over and says something to Rawlings. Stephen looks over at Stein in disbelief, and then Rawlings exits the ring after arguing with the referee for a few moments.

Mark Perletta: What the hell is going on?

Joey C: I talked to Dan Stein earlier today, and he made a comment about the fact that Stephen Rawlings doesn’t deserve to be in the same ring with him, so I bet that’s what he’s doing!

Landon Savage: If Dan Stein wants his pre-match time alone in the ring, even if it’s only for a moment, he deserves it just as much as Stephen Rawlings does, and he’s getting it.

Mark Perletta: Well the simple fact that Rawlings is obliging this stupid request says a lot about Stephen as a respectful competitor.

After getting into an empty ring and putting his hands into the air and basking in an increased reaction from the crowd, Stein hops up onto the second turnbuckle and taunts them a bit more. Just then Rawlings gets the referee’s attention and calls him over and says something to him. The referee nods his head and walks over to Stein, says something to him, and Stein looks surprised.

Joey C: Wait, what’s going on?

Mark Perletta: It appears… YES, the referee is making Dan Stein exit the ring for when Greyson Blade comes out, and Dan Stein doesn’t look happy about it.

Landon Savage: Interesting idea there by Stephen Rawlings, but I think it’s going to come back and bite him. He just pissed off Dan Stein, and at some point tonight, Stein is going to make him pay for it.

It had been building slowly as the other two men entered the ringside area, but now the fans in attendance at Advent Empire were getting the for which they had been waiting, and the minor "Blade" chant now began to swell.

Mark Perletta: While he is not the "net darling" like a Dan Stein or one of the best technical wrestlers in the business Stephen Rawlings, to the LEGACY fans coming out here week after week this man is still an Outlaw King.

Joey C: There's no substitute for intelligence Perletta.

Landon Savage: They might not be bright, but they do bring in the cash so if Greyson Blade can continue to make this company money then by all means buy those god-awful shirts kiddies!

Mark Perletta: You both sicken me.

Suddenly, the opening chords of "Outlaw Torn" hit the Agganis Arena PA system, and the Boston University crowd erupts in to cheers. There are a few moments of music and screaming, and then the LEGACY Champion steps out in front of the people. The intensity in his gaze is unwavering as he looks at first to the right and then to the left, staring down both men who seek to take his belt. The music continues as The Outlaw heads for the empty ring, and he slides inside and hands the title to the time keeper slowly, almost seemingly not wanting to let go. In his mind, that is HIS belt. As the music dies, you can hear the "Blade" chant.

Mark Perletta: Listen to these fan…. It may not be all of them, but a significant portion of this crowd is hoping that Greyson Blade walks out of tonight’s match with that LEGACY World Title.

Landon Savage: And every single one of them chanting is going to be disappointed, because if Stein doesn’t walk out of here with the belt, the next best odds is Stephen Rawlings.

Mark Perletta: I don’t know about that…

Landon Savage: Look, I don’t create the odds, I just report them.

The opening bell rings, starting the match, and Greyson remains in the ring alone. Dan Stein hops up onto the apron, but as Greyson moves over to get his hands on him, Stein hops down off of the apron, a smirk on his face. Blade backs up a few steps and then turns around to find himself face to face with Stephen Rawlings. No punches are thrown, but the two share a very intense stare down.

Mark Perletta: Stephen Rawlings breaking the silence, and it looks like Greyson Blade isn’t pleased with whatever Stephen just said to him.

Suddenly Rawlings and Blade lock up and Greyson pulls Stephen into a side headlock. Rawlings tries to power out of it, but the grip is too strong, so Rawlings backs into the ropes and pushes off, sending Greyson Blade across the ring. On the return Greyson Blade is taken down with a drop toe hold.

Mark Perletta: Nice takedown there by Stephen Rawlings, and now he’s following that up by locking him into a single leg crab.

As Rawlings has the single leg crab locked on, he pulls back on it hard and the referee gets close enough to check to see if Greyson is going to give up. It doesn’t surprise anyone when Blade refuses. Greyson tries to move himself closer to the ropes, but he’s unable to, and Stephen keeps it locked in. Without shaking things up, Dan Stein gets into the ring behind Rawlings, a smirk on his face, and he dropkicks Stephen in the back of the head, shoving him forward and breaking up the submission hold.

Joey C: Great strategy employed here thus far by Stephen Rawlings, going at it similarly to how Katsuro Yoshida started things off earlier tonight, and we saw how that worked out for him.

Landon Savage: Shut it, Joey. Talk about the match at hand or don’t run your mouth.

Mark Perletta: Stein getting involved in the match, and right away he takes control of things.

Standing over Greyson, Dan Stein starts laying into him with rapid fire kicks. Rolling away, Greyson tries to avoid getting kicked, but Stein grabs him, picks him up to his feet, and then immediately shoves him out of the ring underneath the middle rope, and then he turns his attention towards Stephen Rawlings.

Mark Perletta: Dan Stein removing Greyson Blade from the ring, and now he’s getting a chance to go at it one on one with Stephen Rawlings.

His bell slightly rung from the dropkick to the head, Rawlings is now back and on his feet and he moves in to lock up with Stein, but Dan nails him with a forearm shot to the head, then another one. From there, Stein is able to hook arms with Rawlings and he then whips him into the middle of the ring with a hiptoss. With Stephen on the mat directly in front of him, Stein gets right in behind him and locks him into a chokehold, slipping his forearm in across Rawlings’ windpipe.

Joey C: Choke him out, Dan!

Landon Savage: If Dan Stein wants to become the next World Champion, this is exactly the kind of thing he needs to do! It's obvious that Stein's main target is Greyson Blade, based on what we heard earlier, and if Dan wants a chance to win this match, he HAS to get that meddlesome Stephen Rawlings out of the way.

Joey C: Unless Rawlings can do something to get Stein off of him, this choke is going to ruin his chances of eliminating anyone!

Mark Perletta: Stein with the upperhand here, but it looks like that’s not going to last very long!

Returning to the ring, Greyson Blade runs in from the side and tackles Stein off of Rawlings and just starts laying into him with a flurry of rights and lefts, the mounted punching really taking its toll on Stein. Taking Dan by the arm, Greyson lifts his opponent up to his feet and then irish whips him hard into the corner, Stein hitting back first and dropping immediately to the mat. As Dan gets up off the mat, Greyson charges in and nails a running back elbow smash to the face of Stein. Unrelenting, Blade then sends Stein across the ring in the opposite direction with another irish whip, Stein hitting nearly as hard as he did a few moments before. Just as he did before, Greyson Blade follows Stein in shortly thereafter and nails another hard back elbow smash to the face, but this time Greyson doesn't let up so soon.

Mark Perletta: Greyson Blade being just absolutely ruthless in there on Dan Stein, now locking in a choke with his forearm, and you get the idea that Greyson Blade will do ANYTHING in his power to keep that LEGACY World Title in his possession here tonight.

Landon Savage: You know the old addage, a pious champion is soon to lose his belt. Greyson Blade doesn't gain a damn thing by playing by the rules here tonight. It's a three-way match, the referee's not going to be able to enforce all the rules, so why not get away with everything you can? If you're Greyson Blade, that decision could mean the difference in walking away from this match with the belt or walking away with confetti coming down for one of his two opponents.

As soon as he notices Stephen Rawlings out of the corner of his eye, Greyson Blade releases the choke on Dan Stein and turns his attention towards his other opponent, but immediately Stephen goes to work on Stein, laying into him with rapid kicks. After nailing him with a clubbing blow to the back, Blade grabs Stephen by the arm, pulling him away from Stein, and sends Rawlings into the ropes with an irish whip. On the return Greyson goes for a clothesline, but Stephen ducks right underneath it and continues running towards the ropes. Rawlings hits the ropes behind Blade and as soon as Greyson turns around to spot his opponent, Stephen flies in with a dropkick that takes Greyson quickly down to the mat.

Mark Perletta: Nice move there by Stephen Rawlings, but the champion gets right back up to his feet. Greyson charges in, Stephen Rawlings takes him down with a hiptoss, sending him towards the ropes... and Stephen follows it up with a dropkick to Blade before he can get up off the mat, the kick sending Greyson out of the ring underneath the bottom rope!

Landon Savage: And that's what you're going to have to do if you want to win this match, take it down to a two-on-one situation, but you're also going to have to keep your eye on your second opponent!

As Rawlings gets up after dropkicking Greyson underneath the bottom rope, he's immediately taken right back down to the mat again as Dan Stein runs in, grabs him by the head and slams his face down into the mat. After slamming his forearm across Rawlings' face a few times, Dan Stein picks Rawlings up and brings him halfway up to his feet, locking in a double-underhook before picking him up and dropping Rawlings across his knee in a backbreaker.

Joey C: Look at the relentless, tireless Dan Stein just continue to work over Stephen Rawlings, staying right on in there with those kicks to the ribs and back!

Mark Perletta: All the while you can tell he's keeping an eye out for Greyson Blade, wanting to make sure he's fully aware of where both of his opponents are at all times.

Landon Savage: A great strategy to be employed by the ONE man in this match who has almost NO chance of getting together with one of the other two men in this match for a double-team on the third opponent. Greyson Blade is not going to work together with Dan Stein to put away Stephen Rawlings, and likewise Stephen Rawlings is not going to work with Stein to put away Greyson Blade.

Mark Perletta: I don't know that Stephen Rawlings and Greyson Blade are going to be working together to put away Dan Stein anytime soon, either. The opportunity to do so arose a couple minutes ago when Greyson Blade was working over Dan Stein in the corner. Stephen Rawlings stepped in and instead of going for the double-team opportunity, Greyson Blade decided to go after Stephen Rawlings instead.

Stein steps back away from Stephen Rawlings and lets him start to get to his feet. When Stephen gets up onto his hands and knees, Stein backs up into the ropes and then charges in, looking for a kick to the ribs, but spotting Greyson Blade starting to get up onto the apron stops him in his tracks. Dan gets a smirk in his eyes and he grabs Rawlings and pulls him up to his feet. Taking him by the arm, Stein pushes Rawlings backwards into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring from where Greyson is now almost all the way up onto the apron, and then Dan goes for an irish whip. Rawlings is able to reverse the move, sending Stein towards the ropes on the side of the ring where Blade is now up onto the apron.

When Stein gets to that side of the ring, he extends his arms and grabs the ropes, pushing them forward, and then his momentum and then spring in the ropes helps push Stein backwards towards the center of the ring, and as he continues to hold onto the top rope, pulling that towards the center of the ring with him, it propels Greyson Blade into the ring, as he, too, was holding onto the ropes, using it to help him get up onto the apron. As Greyson hits the mat, Stein turns around and drops an elbow into his back. When Stein gets up, however, Stephen Rawlings comes in from behind and locks him into a sleeperhold.

Mark Perletta: Dan Stein with a great move to pull Greyson Blade back into the ring on his terms instead of on Greyson's terms, but before Stein can really capitalize, Rawlings gets right in there and locks him into the sleeperhold.

Joey C: Look at Stein fight it, though! He's not going to be taken out by some kind of sleeperhold, he's going to work his way out of it, that much is for sure.

Landon Savage: Stein working his way over to the corner, probably trying to get to the ropes... NO! Stein gets his feet up onto the top turnbuckle, he pushes backwards... pinning combination!!

ONE...

TWO...

NO!!

Mark Perletta: Rawlings rolls to the side, getting his shoulders off the mat, and in doing so avoids the elimination which would have been very reminiscent of how Roddy Piper got pinned back at Wrestlemania 8... and Rawlings amazingly still has the sleeperhold locked in!!

Despite still being locked into the hold, Stein finds a way to work back to his feet, though it appears as though he's fading. Slowly, Stein starts to go slightly limp, unable to fight as hard to stay up, the sleeperhold really taking its toll. Stein fires backwards with his free hand, twice missing Rawlings, but the third and fourth ones finding their mark, nailing Stephen in the side of the head. The sleeperhold remains applied, though. Greyson Blade, who had retreated to one of the corners to catch a breather, sees an opportunity he'd like to take advantage of, and he moves in behind Rawlings and then runs into the ropes to get some momentum. On the return he ducks down and comes up, grabbing Dan Stein around the waist, picking both Stein and Rawlings up in the process, and then PLANTING both of them into the mat with a double-spinebuster.

Mark Perletta: A great move there by Greyson Blade to take out BOTH of his opponents, and judging from the reaction from the fans, it sounds as if they were impressed by it, too.

Joey C: They should've been impressed... impressed at how stupid Greyson Blade is. Stephen Rawlings was as close to eliminating Stein as anyone has been all match, and Greyson not only ruins that opportunity to get rid of THE most dangerous man in this match, but he uses up a lot of energy in the process, and now he can't even make a pinfall attempt.

Landon Savage: Poor timing on Greyson's part, but he did get a shot in on Stephen Rawlings, as Stephen was at the bottom of the pile that got smashed into the mat.

Greyson Blade is the first of the three men to work his way to his feet. Blade shakes the cobwebs loose in the corner, and as he does so, Dan Stein starts crawling towards another, unable to get to his feet. Once he's back to form, Greyson looks over at his opponents and walks over to Stephen Rawlings, since he's closer to him. Blade slowly lifts Rawlings up off the mat and then lifts him up into the air into a gorilla press position. Seeing a potential opening for attack, Dan Stein heads in Greyson's direction, but as Blade sees him coming, he throws Rawlings down, right at Stein, and Stein is just BARELY able to roll out of the way, Rawlings crashing down to the mat right where Stein was just standing.

As Dan Stein gets back to his feet, Greyson grabs him by the arm and irish whips him towards the far corner. A spring still left in his step, Dan Stein is somehow able to hop one foot onto the middle rope, which helps him spring up to the top rope. Stein then switches his feet, as to look towards the middle of the ring, but as soon as he does so, Greyson Blade throws most of his weight down on one of the ropes supporting Stein, which drops Dan down onto the top turnbuckle, crotching him in the process. As Stein falls forwards, Greyson Blade takes him by the head and takes a few steps back, slamming Stein down onto the mat.

Mark Perletta: Almost a nice maneuver there by Dan Stein, but before he can capitalize on his quick thinking and quick feet, Greyson Blade puts a stop to it, and now Greyson appears to have good control over this match.

Landon Savage: Well it looks as if Stephen Rawlings, who might have been playing possum, is probably going to have something to say about that!

As Greyson Blade gets up off the mat, so does Stephen Rawlings, apparently suddenly rejuvinated. As Greyson turns around, Stephen Rawlings nails him with a dropkick to the knee, sending Greyson down to just one leg. Rawlings gets right back up, backs himself into the ropes and explodes off with a clothesline that rocks Greyson down to the mat. Rawlings doesn't let him get up on his own, however, and grabs him around the head, twists around and locks him into a dragon sleeper. Blade tries to fight it, but Rawlings keeps it locked in despite getting nailed with clubbing blows. After about the fourth straight right hand from Greyson Blade, Rawlings gets another idea, so he lifts Greyson up off the mat, twists around and lifts Blade up into the air, twisting, turning, and NAILING the "Finishing Move" screwdriver suplex.

Mark Perletta: Stephen Rawlings is somehow able to lift Greyson Blade up into the air, but after expending all the energy it took to lift the World Champion up, Rawlings is wasting precious time as he's unable to make the pinfall attempt right away. Here it is now...

ONE...

TWO...

NO!!!

Dan Stein is somehow able to get up off the mat long enough to spring himself over and he nails Rawlings in the back with a double axhandle smash, breaking up the pinfall attempt. Stephen tries to make his way back to his feet, but Stein does so at the same time. As they both get to their knees, Dan fires in with a headbutt that puts Rawlings right back down on the mat.

Landon Savage: Nice job there trying to stay in control there by Dan Stein.

Lifting Stephen Rawlings up off the mat, Dan Stein immediately nails him in the face with a hard right hand. Then another. Then a third. Each of the hard shots backing Rawlings up a step towards the side of the ring. Stein then rakes Rawlings eyes and then nails him with a forearm shot that backs Stephen completely into the ropes. Pushing down as hard as he can, Stein has his hands on Rawlings' throat, choking the life out of him. Having pushed him down a ways, Dan reaches over and grabs the middle rope, pulling it up and over Rawlings' shoulders before completely letting go.

Landon Savage: Brilliant move there by Dan Stein to lock Stephen Rawlings in the ropes, leaving him with nowhere to go, no way to escape, and more importantly, no way to interfere as Dan Stein now turns his attention towards Greyson Blade.

Mark Perletta: I'll give credit where it's due, Dan Stein timed that perfectly, locking Rawlings in the ropes, laying into him with another kick and forearm shot, and now getting back to work on Greyson Blade before the World Champion is able to get back in it.

Joey C: And that's EXACTLY why I think Dan Stein is going to be your next World Champion! He's the ULTIMATE opportunist!

Stein walks over and grabs Greyson Blade by the head and lifts him to his feet, and as soon as he does so he immediately starts in with a series of rights and lefts, working over the World Champion. Backing him up into the ropes, Stein then grabs Greyson by the head and PLANTS him with a quick ddt. Not wasting any time, Stein walks over and exits out onto the apron, climbs the turnbuckles and then leaps off, landing a flipping senton down onto Greyson Blade before hooking the leg and going for the pinfall attempt.

ONE...

TWO...

NO!!

Greyson Blade is able to shoulder out of the pinfall attempt. Stein looks a bit disappointed, but he works his way back to his feet and then stomps in on Greyson Blade a few times before helping him back to his feet to continue in on the attack. Taking Greyson Blade by the arm, Dan Stein goes for an irish whip but Greyson is able use his size and strength advantage to reverse it, sending Stein crashing into Stephen Rawlings, who is still tied up in the ropes, sending both men up and over the top rope, crashing down to the arena floor.

Mark Perletta: And with that move, Stephen Rawlings is no longer bound up in the ropes, and that's certainly not the desired effect Stein was going for when he went for that irish whip.

Joey C: What the hell is going on here?! A minute ago Dan Stein was in control of this match, and now Rawlings is freed and Dan is laid out on the outside of the ring!

Landon Savage: And Stein hit first, with Rawlings falling on top of him, and that... that's not good news for Dan Stein.

Greyson Blade waits and rests inside the ring, watching the side of the ring where Rawlings and Stein are working their way to their feet on the outside. Rawlings grabs Stein by the head as he gets up and throws Stein into the ring underneath the bottom rope. On the inside of the ring Greyson walks over and goes to pick up Stein, but when Stephen notices this, he yells at Blade and then hops up onto the apron. When Greyson notices Rawlings, he walks over to that part of the ring and then fires in with a hard right hand. Stephen Rawlings blocks the punch and then grabs Greyson around the head, pulls him in and hops down off the apron, pulling Greyson's neck down over the top rope and propelling him backwards into the middle of the ring.

Mark Perletta: Good quick thinking there by Stephen Rawlings, buying himself some time and working his way onto the offensive against the World Champion.

Landon Savage: He'd better try to make the most of this opportunity if he doesn't want to find himself the first man eliminated.

Both of his opponents down on the mat, Stephen Rawlings slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and then grabs Stein and picks him up to his feet. Not wasting a moment of time, Stephen Rawlings lifts Dan up into the air into a vertical suplex. He holds him up there for about five or six seconds, and then he lets him back down to his feet, only to drop straight backwards, planting Stein's head into the mat with a quick ddt.

Mark Perletta: Nice move combination there by Stephen Rawlings, causing the blood to rush to Stein's head with that vertical suplex, then following that up with a ddt just after letting some of the blood start to flow back to the rest of Dan's body.

Landon Savage: Crafty little maneuver, but it's not going to be enough to put Stein away.

Taking Dan Stein by the head, Stephen Rawlings lifts his opponent to his feet and quickly moves in behind him. Locking Stein around the waist, Rawlings tries to lift him up into some sort of suplex, but Stein blocks the attempt. The two struggle a bit, Rawlings still having Stein locked in around the waist despite two hard back-elbow smashes from a dazed Dan Stein. As they struggle, they start to turn, facing other parts of the ring. As they do so, Greyson Blade senses an opportunity, and when Dan Stein ends up facing him, Greyson Blade charges in and nails a huge, high KILLSHOT that takes Dan Stein backwards. Stephen Rawlings still having him locked in, is able to hold on and bridge up, putting Stein into a pinfall position. The referee is there and makes the count...

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Josephina Colbert: With that pinfall, Dan Stein has been eliminated!

Mark Perletta: And we have our first elimination of the match!!

Joey C: This is a travesty!!!

Mark Perletta: Stephen Rawlings was going for a german suplex, Dan Stein was continuing to hold on, avoiding being taken backwards, but with that KILLSHOT from Greyson Blade, Stephen Rawlings not only is able to pull Stein backwards, but he does so with an extra amount of force!!

After the referee tells Dan Stein he has been eliminated, he then tells Rawlings and Blade to back up into their corners. Stein is able to slowly roll himself out of the ring underneath the rope, and once outside, he looks to be in total shock and disbelief. Backing up towards the entrance ramp, keeping his eyes on the ring, Dan Stein simply falls down to his knees, shaking his head, tears starting to flow out of his eyes.

Joey C: Not a DAMN word from any of you regarding how Dan Stein is taking this loss! Dan Stein got cheated here tonight and he should still be in this match, and he would be, if it weren't for some weird conspiracy between Greyson Blade and Stephen Rawlings to eliminate him!

Mark Perletta: I don't know that there was any kind of conspiracy...

Joey C: Oh I think it's painfully obvious that there was a huge conspiracy in the works between those two. The proof is in the pudding, Marky. Stephen Rawlings was trying to hit that German suplex, he was unable to, so Blade stepped in and HELPED him eliminate Dan Stein, something that NEITHER of them were able to do on their own!

Mark Perletta: Well think what you will, Dan Stein has been eliminated, and now it comes down to Stephen Rawlings and Greyson Blade, and now Stephen Rawlings gets the chance to have an ending to a match between he and Greyson Blade after their previous encounter weeks ago was interrupted by Dan Stein.

Landon Savage: And from the looks of things, Dan Stein is just going to watch it from backstage, as he's slowly starting to move backwards up the ramp, leaving these two in the ring.

Realizing the position he's in, Stephen Rawlings runs towards Greyson Blade as soon as the referee moves out of the way and starts hammering him with punches. Rawlings then grabs Blade by the head, picks him up and holds him up in the air for three seconds in a vertical suplex before dropping Blade back down to his feet. Before he can hit a ddt, however, Blade hammers him in the side, causing Rawlings to let go.

Mark Perletta: Hard clubbing blow there by Greyson Blade to get out of the hold.

Landon Savage: Stephen Rawlings should've held on...

Not wanting to give up the offensive so easily, Rawlings grabs Greyson by the arm and goes for an irish whip, but Greyson Blade reverses it and sends Rawlings into the ropes. Blade takes two steps in and on the return lifts Rawlings up onto his shoulders, apparently going for the Outlaw Drop, but before Blade can drop backwards, Stephen Rawlings shifts his weight enough and is able to avoid the move, getting back down to his feet. When Greyson turns around to find his opponent, Stephen Rawlings fires in with a kick. Somehow, Greyson Blade is able to catch Stephen's foot. Without a second thought, Rawlings turns and spins and fires his leg up into the air, going for an enzuigiri, but Greyson Blade is able to duck underneath it.

Landon Savage: Greyson Blade had that enzuigiri scouted, enabling him to avoid it.

Mark Perletta: Reversals aplenty here in the final stage of this World Championship match!

As Rawlings tries to get to his feet, Greyson Blade moves in behind him and wraps his arms in around Rawlings' waist, going for a German suplex. He tosses Rawlings backwards into a release German suplex, but Rawlings somehow lands on his feet. Not wasting a second, Stephen Rawlings runs over to the ropes, steps on the middle turnbuckle and quickly gets to the top rope and turns around. As Greyson takes two steps in closer to try to get him, Rawlings hops off, down onto the shoulders of Greyson Blade, looking for a hurricanrana. Greyson Blade is able to keep his balance, though, and he reaches up with his arms, grabbing Stephen by the waistband on either side.

Joey C: It looks like Greyson Blade is going to reverse that hurricanrana attempt into a powerbomb!

Mark Perletta: And Stephen Rawlings is fighting it, trying to hang on here!

Stephen Rawlings grabs Greyson around the back of his head, keeping his momentum going forwards, trying to keep Greyson Blade tilted back slightly. Trying to avoid getting powerbombed, Stephen Rawlings starts firing in with right hands, pummelling Greyson's temple. The fourth one is just enough to cause Greyson to let go of Stephen Rawlings, allowing him to move one of his legs, all he needed to do to hop down off of Blade's shoulders.

Landon Savage: Listen to how LOUD these fans just got!

Mark Perletta: Stephen Rawlings able to evade the attempt, and the fans have every reason to be excited, as this thing isn't over for Stephen Rawlings just yet!

As Stephen Rawlings drops back down to his feet, Greyson Blade hammers in from both sides, nailing clubbing blows to Rawlings' ribs. Doubling his opponent over, Blade wastes no time and locks Stephen into a gutwrench position, lifts him up and drives him downwards into a piledriver.

Mark Perletta: Greyson Blade backing up into the corner, and this doesn't look good for Stephen Rawlings.

Landon Savage: Everyone in the building EXCEPT for Stephen Rawlings is aware of what Greyson Blade is about to do!

Greyson Blade backs himself into the far corner, and slowly Stephen Rawlings starts to get back to his feet, his back to Blade. As he gets fully to his feet, he turns around, looking for his opponent, but by the time he finds him, it's too late. Once Rawlings is turned around, Greyson Blade charges in and swiftly takes Stephen Rawlings off of his feet with a huge impact from his KILLSHOT spear. Almost immediately Greyson hooks a leg, going for a pinfall...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

Josephina Colbert: And your winner by pinfall and STILL LEGACY World Champion... Greyson... Blade!!

The referee takes the World Title belt from the time keeper and walks it over and hands it to Greyson Blade as he gets up off the mat. Taking the belt in his hands, Greyson stares at it for a moment before tossing it over his shoulder. On his way out of the ring, Greyson looks over at Stephen Rawlings, who works his way up off the mat, obviously very disappointed in himself after being pinned.

Mark Perletta: And Greyson Blade has done it! Greyson Blade has survived two men in tonight's main event and has come away with the LEGACY World Title still in his possession!

Joey C: Yeah and it's a sad day when you and these idiot fans think that's a good thing!

Landon Savage: Obviously I would've liked to have seen Dan Stein walk away with the belt, but since he got screwed over by the double-teaming of Greyson Blade and Stephen Rawlings and got eliminated first, I'm just happy that it wasn't Stephen Rawlings who came away with the belt, because Greyson Blade is certainly the lesser of two evils.

Mark Perletta: I still maintain that I don't think Greyson Blade and Stephen Rawlings were working together. And had Stephen Rawlings come away here tonight with the championship belt, I think that most of these fans would still be pleased with the outcome of Advent Empire's final match of the night.

Landon Savage: Yeah? Well he didn't, so mister "Grand Slam Champion" wannabe Stephen Rawlings is going to have to figure out another way to get a shot at the World Title, since Greyson Blade was the one champion who walked into Advent Empire with a championship belt who is also walking out of the building with that same title around his waist.

Mark Perletta: What an interesting night of action it was with the previously undefeated Nicholas Creed losing the Tao of Valor Championship to Herb Moxley, who later in the night lost the World Tag Team Titles to the Old School Kings.

Joey C: And the other previously undefeated champion on our roster, Gryffin Anselm, losing the No Limits Championship belt to Katsuro Yoshida in a fantastic three-way dance.

Mark Perletta: It was a pay per view that none who witnessed it will soon forget, but that's all the time we have for tonight, until next time, for Joey C and Landon Savage, I'm Mark Perletta, and this is the LEGACY tour.