The LEGACY logo shows up on a black screen and it fades out as "Awake" by Godsmack starts to play, and clips from past shows fade in and out. We first see Diego de Cardenas hitting a high flying move, which is followed by one of the many high risk maneuvers by Loco Martinez hit during his match at ADVENT EMPIRE. We then see Stephen Rawlings taking down Katsuro Yoshida during one of their two matches, which is immediately followed by quick clips from the Marcus Marion / John Thomas match at the recent pay per view.

We then see a couple of fast paced clips involving Dan Stein hitting some flashy offensive maneuvers, ending with clips of him nailing both Herb Moxley and DJ Cassidy with chairs, then climbing up and grabbing the Tao of Valor Championship belt.

Fast clips follow including some with DJ Cassidy, then the Old School Kings, followed by a couple with Gryffin Anselm. Next is a clip of the Bushido Buntai, then a shot of Jimmy Smith leaping off the top rope for the UP ALL NIGHT, followed by a clip of Tim Jones lunging in to go for the SNAFU. Finally we see a shot of Greyson Blade hitting the KILLSHOT, followed by a parting shot of him hoisting the LEGACY World Title over his head as he stands atop the entrance ramp.

The show opens on a shot of Mark Perletta, Landon Savage and Joey C sitting behind a desk that resembles what you would see anchors sit behind in the studio of a sports news program such as Sports Center. Behind them is an elaborate backdrop which includes several flatscreen monitors, each of them showing the same view we're seeing right now of the recap trio. As the camera zooms in, the screens fade into a shot of the yellow golden LEGACY logo.

Mark Perletta: Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of STRIFE, as always I'm Mark Perletta, joined by my cohosts Landon Savage and Joey C. This... is LEGACY.

Landon Savage: Getting right down to business, we've got a PACKED show for you all tonight, a slew of entertaining matches including a big six-man tag in our main event and a surprise title match.

Joey C: Not only that but we have two announcements coming up involving things to come at the Brick by Brick pay per view event, our next stop on the LEGACY tour. With such a full show tonight we need to get right down to it.

The scene opens with a shot of Tim Jones leaving his limo, you see a white bandage covering his head, probably to cover up the bruises that Chaos left on his skull from his brutul beating. He has something behind his back, and with his free arm he adjusts his bandage on his head and walks up to a shadowy figure who is talking on his cell-phone...

Tim Jones: "CHAOS! Oh my god I’m so glad I found you, we can't have our match tonight. I just heard the news, I’m so sorry man, its just horrible."

Chaos: (to the person on his cellphone) "Let me call you back." (turns towards Tim Jones) "Why the hell not!? You’re not scared, are you?"

Tim Jones: "Scared, of you? I got pride man, but I don't want to fight on the anniversary of you losing your virginity, I mean that is a man scared date! You can't fight on that day; you need to embrace it, and bring it back to fruition, and lose it all over again my child!"

Chaos just looks at Tim ‘Freaking’ Jones like he is a freaking moron.

Tim Jones: "You what, 28, 30 something, I mean for you to get that accomplishment done so late in your life, you HAVE to celebrate the one year anniversary of that event, I know for you it had to be a historic event with the lucky guy, so I won't make you fight on this history filled evening. You just accept these flowers i got for you, and here is a hotel key, and you don't worry someone will be up there for you Chaos. Just go and relax, and Ill go tell Rob that the match is off."

Chaos paused for a moment his eyes scanning Tim’s jovial expression, his hands slowly clenching into fists.

Tim Jones: Well you gonna say something big guy? Or you gonna swoon over me, like I was your first time?

Chaos: I thought you were a better man than that Tim, I thought you had honour, pride, a sense of self-respect, but from what you’re saying now, all I see is a coward… Simple as that.

Tim Jones: I have pride, honour and that other thing.

Chaos didn’t respond just stared at Tim, his eyes cutting through him like machetes.

Tim Jones: So, no match tonight yea?

Chaos: Actually Tim we’re fighting tonight and I don’t care whether its in a ring, in the back or even the middle of the street, its happening regardless of what you do to weasel out of it.

Chaos left Tim standing his jaw agape, wondering why he wasn’t getting his match cancelled.

Tim Jones: So much for being nice then.

Gigantus Awesomo is sitting on a chair posing. A french man with a thin mustache is sitting by a easle and a dockett of paint. On the easle is a portrait that the man is painting of Awesomo. Suddenly wrestler Allen Franks walks by and the painter gets all upset.

Painter: Merde. 'Scuse me monsieur... Do you mind?

Stopping and turning around, Franks appears to be in disbelief that the painter was talking to him.

Allen Franks: What?

Painter: Why do you insist on being so rude?

Franks does a double-take.

Allen Franks: Rude? What? How?

Painter: You just walk here in front of my painting. Zis is my best work, and you have just ruined it!

Franks stands there staring at him.

Allen Franks: Who the hell are you?

Painter: I am Pierre Decrauex. I hail from France.

Allen Franks: (sarchastically) Yeah? I couldn't of guessed! Why are you back here?

Painter: Take a look for yourself! I was painting zis portrait of Awesomo ze gigante before you so rudely crossed in front of him.

Allen Franks: I understand that... But why are you back here? Why not do this painting another night?

Painter: Well somebody needs to translate for Monsieur Awesomo...

Allen Franks: Wait, what? I thought he was Russian!

Pierre appears to be repulsed.

Painter: Russian? God no! Ze French hate the Russians! They smell too much like vodka!

Allen lets out a quick chuckle.

Allen Franks: You're French… and your complaining about smell?

Painter: Be nice now... I was not rude to you!

Allen Franks: Yeah, I'm sorry. But hey, can I ask Awesomo a couple questions? No one can seem to figure out what the hell is deal is.

Painter: Go right ahead... I'll gladly translate for him.

He starts to cross over to Awesomo, but the wrestler stops him.

Allen Franks: No need... I'm part French-Canadian!

The painters eyes go wide.

Painter: Dieu, veuillez avoir la pitié sur moi!

Allen Franks: Gigantus... Bonjour.

Gigantus: ...UHHH... Bonjour?

The painter looks at him nervously and shakes his head yes.

Allen Franks: Qu'est-ce que vous êtes vraiment? Français, russe ou Mexicain?

Gigantus: Uhhh.... Francais?

Allen Franks: Wow... Very talktaive....

Painter: He's not very used to ze speaking.

Allen Franks: Let's change that shall we?

He turns back to Gigantus.

Allen Franks: Est-ce que vous n'avez aucune idée ce qui je dis maintenant vous fait? Pour tout vous savez que je pourrais dire jibberish.

Gigantus: Oiu... Francais!

Allen Franks: Venez... Prouvez à moi vous n'êtes pas un trou de l'âne!

Gigantus: J'ai faim?

Allen Franks: You're hungry? How is that an answer to me asking if you're an asshole?

Painter: He was not answering ze question... He was changing the subject.

Allen observes both of them...

Allen Franks: I think you're lying. I don't think Gigantus knows a lick of french!

Painter: No sir... I assure you, you're wrong!

Allen Franks: No... I'm not... You guys are hiding something.

He steps closer to Gigantus.

Allen Franks: Who are you? Why do you need to hide yourself?

Gigantus: Vous le vous coucher avec moi?

Allen Franks: No... I don't wanna sleep with you!! I want you to tell us who you are!

Gigantus looks both ways and finds no exit, so he kicks the wrestler in the gut and ddts him. He then grabs the painting that is on the easle and slams it over the wrestler's head. Gigantus then kicks him in the face and walks off. The painter bends over to speak with the wrestler.

Painter: If monsieur Awesomo wanted you to know who he was... He would not hire me to talk for him... So mind your business!

He kicks the wrestler in the face and he follows after Awesomo.

Mark Perletta: Our first match of the night featured two individuals in their first match here in LEGACY. When Isaac Entragian got to the ring, you could tell that he wasn't worried at all about who might be his mystery opponent.

Landon Savage: Oh absolutely not. The look on his face was one of determination, and he just wanted to get the match started so he could inflict some pain.

Joey C: We soon found out that the mystery opponent was "The Spade" Duncan Aries, a name some knew from his days as a champion down in the Carolinas, and they were glad to see him.

Mark Perletta: Ready to get down to action, Duncan Aries wasted no time in coming to the ring and getting things started, locking things up with Isaac even before the opening bell rang.

Landon Savage: He maybe shouldn't have been so bold, though, because Isaac Entragian was able to take advantage of Duncan's energetic attempts to finish off the match quickly.

Joey C: Half a foot taller and weighing about 80 pounds more, the shots Isaac was using really took their toll on Duncan Aries, helping Isaac get out to an early lead.

Mark Perletta: Using his determination and wrestling ability, Duncan Aries made a comeback and got right back in this match.

Landon Savage: Both of these guys had a decent debut, but when it comes down to it, only one of these guys gets to walk out of the match with the victory.

Start : Footage from the Match

Grabbing him by the arm, Isaac Entragian sends Duncan into the ropes with an irish whip. On the return Isaac lifts his left leg up into the air and drills Aries right in the face, taking him down to the mat. Taking Aries by the head, Isaac returns Duncan to his feet, but before he can do anything further, Aries fires in with a couple of hard right hands, and then fires in a loud knife-edge chop that sends Isaac back a step. Then another.

Mark Perletta: Listen to how LOUD those chops are!

Landon Savage: Listen to these idiot fans "WOOOOO" with every single one of them!

Not wanting to get nailed by another one, Isaac fires in with an uppercut that rocks Duncan back a few steps. Entragian reaches back and lays into Duncan again with a hard right hand, dropping him to the mat. Once Aries gets back to his feet, Isaac fires in with a knee to the gut, and then he turns and runs into the ropes. On the return he looks to be going for a clothesline as he reaches back with one of his arms, but Duncan steps in quickly, lifts Isaac up off the mat and then DRIVES him into the mat with a spinebuster.

Mark Perletta: Picture perfect spinebuster there by Duncan Aries, and he's now back in this match!

Landon Savage: Isaac Entragian not staying on the mat very long, though he doesn't look to be doing very well.

With Isaac Entragian appearing slightly wobbly as he gets back onto his feet, Duncan Aries turns and runs away from Isaac, headed for the ropes. On the return Aries has a head of steam and he runs RIGHT INTO THE WAITING, OUTSTRETCHED HAND OF ENTRAGIAN! Isaac has Duncan Aries by the throat and he appears to be ready to go for a chokeslam, but as he starts to lift his opponent up off the mat, Duncan nails Isaac in the arm, able to drop down behind him after breaking the hold. Aries then reaches around and grabs Isaac into the Ace of Spades crossface. Isaac tries to block the hold, but Duncan Aries is able to take him down to the mat. Despite being on the mat with the hold locked in, Isaac continues to fight it as hard as he can. Since Duncan didn't fully have it on, Entragian is somehow able to move Duncan's arms away from his face. Sensing an opportunity, Aries grabs again and rolls through, twisting Isaac around and gets him into a pinning combination with Isaac's shoulders on the mat.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Josephina Colbert: And here is your winner as a result of a pinfall... "The Spade" Duncan Aries!!!

Joey C: Duncan Aries might have picked up the win, but I don't think that Isaac Entragian even knew his shoulders were on the mat!

Mark Perletta: Well it was a quick move and quick thinking for Duncan Aries to even put Isaac into a pinning combination, so you can chalk that up as a good win for "The Spade" in his LEGACY debut.

Landon Savage: After the match, someone was waiting for Duncan Aries backstage.

The camera switch to Duncan Aries wrapping a towel around his neck as he makes his way from the gorilla position to the backstage area. As he rounds a corner, he bumps into someone. Aries cocks an eyebrow.

Duncan Aries: "Can I help you?"

The camera pans to see the disapproving look of one of LEGACY's newest stars...

The new man is attired in black trunks, with matching black knee pads and boots. He has a young face, and a closely shaved head, and is fairly muscular. The new figure stands with a swagger as he regards Aries. This man is Tony Riggs, one of the newest men to sign on the dotted line for this tour.

Riggs: "I think you already helped yourself, brother."

His eyes move from his quarry to indicate the corridor that Aries just came from. The very same corridor that leads to the arena, and the ring. Aries nods, rubbing his chin.

Duncan: "Out there? Its only the beginning, but you know what, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're looking at me like I stole your thunder or something. Is that right?"

Riggs snorts, and holds a smirk on his face as he looks Aries up and done.

Riggs: "It's pretty simple, brother. I got a call a week ago that told me to be here. So I come to the show, and see that Entragian has some kind of mystery opponent set up. I'm a smart guy, so I put two and two together. This is my opportunity, my time to make a mark."

He drops the smirk, and his facial features contort into a glare.

Riggs: "So then I get ready to head out to the ring, and low and behold, some random guy back here tells me that you were getting ready to go wrestle him. I'd love to hear an explanation as to why you took my match, and my win."

He places his hands on his hips, and glowers in Aries' general direction. Aries nods and flashes Riggs a cocky grin.

Aries: "Why? Why not? You mean to tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing? Before you go judging me, let me leave you in on a little secret, a part of the "brochure" if you will, that someone around here didn't leave you in on. I'll pull a version of GEICO and make it so simple even a cavemen can understand it.

Aries pauses for a moment.

Aries: You -

Aries points to Riggs, and even makes a motion like he's scanning him for airport security.

Aries: "Nobody. Me-definitely a somebody, and somebody like me doesn't wait in line behind a nobody like you. In the big spectrum of the wrestling universe, the name of Duncan Aries is known, while Tony Riggs, while tonight you've learned just how important you really are, haven't you?"

After a slight pause, Duncan continues.

Aries: "Now if you'll excuse me."

Aries shakes his head at Riggs and goes to walk past him. Riggs holds his hand in Aries' way, halting him in his tracks.

Riggs: "I think we have learned something here tonight. I have learned that this is going to be my kind of company to work for. A place where people make their own way, and don't get thrown around by the front office. I can't wait to get in the mix."

He looks off into the distance, with many main event matches possibly playing through his head.

Riggs: "And you, Mister Aries, you've learned something that you're going to carry with you for a long time. You've learned the name of Tony Rigss, a name that you're going to see on marquee's all around the LEGACY Tour. The name that will soon be synonymous with success..."

He leans in, and whispers the next words out of his mouth.

Riggs: "...with greatness."

He leans back, and cocks his eyebrows before turning around, and walking away. As we pan back to Aries we see The Spade looking down at his wrist, pretending he has a watch on.

Aries: "Would you look at that? Minutes of my life I'll never get back. Pu-fucking-lease.

Aries shrugs as he wipes some sweat from his forehead, the scene fading out.

Back in the arena bowl, we find Smith Cartwright already in the ring, a microphone in his hand, looking towards the camera standing before him.

Smith Cartwright: Ladies and gentlemen, as of last week, all but one of the matches for the upcoming BRICK BY BRICK pay per view were set into place, but as you are probably all aware, there are plenty of new guys on the LEGACY roster who are foaming at the mouth, looking for an opportunity to prove themselves. With only one match available, the front office wanted to give as many people this opportunity as possible, so in the past week and a half, a decision was made, and that’s what I’m out here right now to announce.

Cartwright pauses momentarily for the mild reaction from the fans.

Smith Cartwright: As you well know, the biggest place for a competitor to make their impact is on a pay per view event. Once an impact is made, there’s no better way to take a career to the next level than by holding a championship belt. Since it’s hard to narrow down all of the new individuals on the roster to fit into a match, we’ve decided NOT to narrow down the people to be involved in this match, and so at BRICK BY BRICK, there will be a Battle Royal, open to any competitor around the world who wishes to compete in it!

Once again Smith has to pause as the fans meet this information with a more significant reaction.

Smith Cartwright: The winner of this Battle Royal will find themselves with a title shot at their choice of either the Tao of Valor Championship or the No Limits Championship, allowing them the opportunity to further prove themselves with a shot at whichever championship fits them best!

The crowd reacts again, liking what they’re going to get to see. Suddenly the lights go out...

Mark Perletta: Whats this about?

Joey C: Looks like one person is already stepping up to the plate to take the challenge and join the battle royal...

Heavy drum beat, heavy guitars...familiar music...all too familiar but not heard in a very... long... time.

Mark Perletta: Wait....I know this...

Foo Fighters...blue and white spotlights turning...twisting...a shower of sparks from the top of the jumbotron...

Can you hear me...Hear me screamin'...Breaking in the muted skies...This thunder heart...Like bombs beating...Echoing a thousand miles...

The jumbotron turns on... Every head in the arena turns...stares...in shock...at the name...one single name...one.fucking.name.

Stellar

Mark Perletta: Are you kidding me? He's....he's retired!!!

Joey C: No... f*cking...way...

Mine is yours and yours is mine...There is no divide...In your honor...I would die tonight.
Mine is yours and yours is mine...I will sacrifice...In your honor...I would die tonight...
For you to feel alive!!!!

The curtain parts... As he stands there standing 6-feet, 5-inches, he nods, looking over the crowd...just smiling a genuine smile of complete respect to everyone in the arena. He looks larger - a little more bulk around the shoulders despite looking a little older around his eyes...a little more pain in his knees. He also looks relaxed...relaxed from being out of wrestling for more than six months.

More drums, more guitars, screaming that drowns out the music. The goosebumps on his arms stand at attention, the hair on the back of his neck, he stares out unmoving, unflincing...smiling. The chant starts to drown out the music even further:

STEL-LAR!!! STEL-LAR!!! STEL-LAR!!!

He nods again, a crooked smile across his face...he slowly makes his way to the ring, shaking his head, slapping hands...truly impressed at the people around him.

Mark Perletta: You don’t think...

Joey C: I think!!! I think!!!

He gets to the ring apron and, knowingly, intentionally, places his right hand on the bottom rope. He stares at it with that smile never leaving his face, knowing that when he rolls in, the final decision is made. He leans back a little, then launches forward in a roll, rolling under the rope and hoping back to his feet with both arms in the air. He looks at the right turnbuckle, sprints to it, climbs it, and throws both hands in the air and plays o the crowd. They roar...He does it again at each corner, playing to the crowd, and is greeted by cheers some more. He finally climbs down and walks to Smith Cartwright in the center of the ring, smile still on his face, as the drowned out music shuts off.

Crowd: STEL-LAR!!! STEL-LAR!!! STEL-LAR!!! STEL-LAR!!!

Stellar just stares at Smith Cartwright, who is trying to speak into the microphone, but cant get the words out because of the noise. Stellar smiles wider, then wider, and Smith pauses and tries to continue speaking, still no luck. Stellar, finally puts his hand up to Cartwright's microphone, blocking it, then pushes it down slowly. Then, without warning, he lunges forward, grabs Cartwright up in a huge bear hug, and "hugs it out." Some in the crowd laugh while others just scream....while Cartwright looks slightly embarrassed.

Mark Perletta: I dont think I have ever seen Cartwright this embarrassed - ever.

Joey C: I think he's about to pee his pants!!!

Stellar holds him and spins him around, almost kind of weird-like, before stopping and putting him down on his feet. Cartwright has the look of a man who just got caught kissing his cousin, while Stellar reaches forward and grabs the microphone as the crowd quiets a little bit.

Stellar: Smith - ole buddy...I'm sorry...I just couldn't help myself.

Cartwright cracks a small smile out of the side of his mouth and Stellar continues.

Stellar: Anyway - I'm positive more than nine-tenths of the people in this building are wondering just what in the hell this retired ass clown is doing in the middle of a LEGACY ring?

The crowd roars wanting the answer...

Stellar: I gots me a phone call last week from someone who claims that LEGACY is holding this big battle royal... and that anyone on the planet is welcome to enter this here battle royal, the winner of the battle royal gets a chance to wrestle for a belt at an upcoming show. So, I say to myself - Self!

He turns to Cartwright.

Stellar: Because, thats what I call myself every time I talk to myself.

Cartwright stands there with his arms crossed, bored, so Stellar stares at him a moment longer.

Stellar: You look like you gotta poop...

Cartwright turns his head sideways and Stellar returns to what he was saying.

Stellar: So, anyway, I say "Self, you know, I've been sitting in this damn recliner for about 8 months now, healing, relaxing, healing some more, watching these guys throw themselves around the ring. And, Self, that whole Legacy thing that Robby set up...thats pretty good stuff right there, you know?"

The crowd applauds and Stellar nods along with them, then continues on.

Stellar: So, then I said "Self, maybe it would be cool to get back in the ring and wrestle a little bit - you know, test out the body, see if I can get me some gold at the ripe age of 38. But, then I said Self, if you do it, you gotta make a splash because The Stellar One - the ICON of sports entertainment - the man with his own wing in the wrestling hall of fame - the man who has done everything in this sport - including nailing Cartwright’s Mom under the bleachers at Wrigley Field. This guy right here always knows how to make an entrance that people remember.

The crowd applauds again...and Stellar glances sideways over at Cartwright, who smiles and shakes his head at the inside joke. Stellar then puts his hand up calming everyone down.

Stellar: So, then I said "Self...here's the deal... If that Smith Cartwright guy EVER comes out to the ring and makes a major announcement in the middle of LEGACY about a battle royal in which a guy like myself could win it and then get himself a title shot...well, Self, that would cause you reason to get off that recliner. Fly down there and be the first - THE FIRST - to throw his name in the hat for the battle royal. So...

He turns to Cartwright, nods his head as the crowd starts to pick up...

Stellar: So, Mr. Cartwright...I'm in...

The crowd explodes as Stellar nods his head at him, drops the microphone, and slowly backs out of the ring. He looks around at the crowd, waves, and walks out up the ramp and into the back area.

Mark Perletta: Our second match of the night included one competitor in his LEGACY debut, taking on the masked and somewhat large luchador in his third match here.

Landon Savage: Can we even consider Gigantus Awesomo a luchador? That's a term generally used for wrestlers of hispanic origin, but we don't even really know what country he's from.

Joey C: One week he's Mexican, then he's Russian, and now he's French? C'mon... What exactly is this guy trying to do?

Mark Perletta: Potentially hiding his true nationality, maybe even his identity... But one thing we DO know is that Mostafa Bashir is here from Afghanistan, and although it's his first match here in LEGACY, he's had a couple of matches in the United States already, but his background is brawling in the mean streets of Khandahar.

Landon Savage: And it's on those very streets that he became as tough as he is, and that's really what made this an interesting match. Both of these guys were dishing out the punishment, and both of these guys were absorbing quite a bit of damage without showing it.

Joey C: Part of the way through the match, the frustration Gigantus Awesomo was experiencing started to show.

Mark Perletta: At first it gave Bashir the advantage, but Gigantus didn't give up, and he used his frustrations to his advantage.

Landon Savage: The past few shows I didn't much care for Gigantus Awesomo, but after his showing in this match, I'd have to say that he's definitely growing on me.

Joey C: He's more and more popular with the fans, too. I think they like the fact that his nationality keeps changing each week rather than being annoyed by it. The fact that he's a really tough guy probably helps, too, just as it will probably help the Beast from Kandahar.

Mark Perletta: As the match went on, it became more and more obvious that it was going to take something extra-ordinary to put one of these guys on their back for the three count.

Start : Footage from the Match

Taking Mostafa by the arm, Gigantus Awesomo irish whips his opponent into the corner hard. Bashir hits back first and Awesomo follows in, going for a forearm shot to the head, but Mostafa is able to bring a guard up to his head, blocking the attempt. Once Gigantus hits and the impact of his move is absorbed, Bashir grabs Awesomo up off the ground, pivots, and then slams Gigantus chest-first into the corner.

Mark Perletta: Now THERE is something I wasn't expecting, Mostafa Bashir just man-handling a huge guy like Gigantus Awesomo.

Joey C: They're both huge guys, Marky.

Landon Savage: Bashir using his arms to guard himself against that impacting blow from Awesomo, and it looks like he's in control here.

Mark Perletta: That he is, and... oh, what's this about? Jake Blaine walking down the isle, coming down towards the ring.

Throwing a crushing clubbing forearm shot down into the upper shoulder region of Gigantus Awesomo's back, Mostafa Bashir starts working on wearing his opponent down in the corner. After hitting two more clubbing forearms, Bashir notices Jake Blaine out of the corner of his eye and stops working on Awesomo. Moving out of the corner, Mostafa Bashir walks over to the ropes and looks out at The Hellion standing near the bottom of the ramp.

Mark Perletta: The big man sees the former boxing champion, and neither one of these men appears to have any fear in their eyes whatsoever.

Joey C: It almost looks like Mostafa Bashir is inviting Jake Blaine to join him in the ring, but Jake Blaine isn't moving any closer than that.

Landon Savage: Mostafa should be paying attention to his opponent in the ring...

By the time Mostafa remembers to turn his attention back towards Gigantus Awesomo, it's too late. When he turns around to find him, Awesomo takes him down off of his feet with a clothesline. Trying to get back into the match, Mostafa works to get up off of the mat as quickly as possible, but this time it is Awesomo who hits a clubbing forearm shot to the back, slowing down Bashir's ascent. Taking advantage of the opportunity he made for himself, Gigantus Awesomo grabs Mostafa Bashir around the neck, bends him backwards into a reverse DDT position... Gigantus puts his other arm underneath the arched back of Bashir and then lifts him up off the mat, almost up onto his shoulder before switching his hands around and DRIVING Mostafa down into the mat with a powerslam. Hooking the leg, Gigantus goes for the pinfall attempt...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Gigantus Awesomo!!

Mark Perletta: With a little help from some unsolicited distraction, Gigantus Awesomo picks up his second victory here in LEGACY.

Joey C: Unsolicited, huh? How do you know that Awesomo and Blaine aren't in cahoots?

Landon Savage: I'd find that highly unlikely, Joey.

Stellar is walking through the back, shaking hands with different people who are al wishing him well wishes. He comes upon Rob Belote, and the two shake hands warmly.

Stellar: Hey, Rob...that was cool...

Rob nods.

Belote: Yea, it was...thanks for coming back.

Stellar: Well, thanks for having me back. But, hey, I've been looking all over for Loco...you seen him?

Slowly Rob starts shaking his head "no".

Belote: Honestly? Haven't seen him yet, and if he doesn't get here soon he's going to miss his match.

One of the road agents, walks up, headset on, clipboard in hand. He doesn't look to be bringing good news.

Carter Franklin: Guys, hate to have to tell you this, but a couple minutes ago we got a phone call... seems like Martinez missed his flight, and he's not going to be making it here tonight.

Rob raises his eyebrows with a look of suspicion on his face, and then he looks back over at Stellar.

Belote: Looks like neither one of us is going to be seeing him here tonight. Especially since it would’ve only been a 3 hour drive…

Stellar shakes his head, clearly worried as Belote walks off carrying the clipboard, clearly agitated.

Stellar: Fucking Loco...

When the scene fades in we are inside of a hospital, and obviously the camera is headed inside of a specific room – the room of the LEGACY World Champion. This is where he had been taken after the heinous attack by Marcus Marion and his accomplice Jake Blaine, and quite frankly he didn’t look good. His forehead was wrapped with bandages to cover stitches where he had been busted up, and his eyes had dark circles under them showing the wear and tear his body had been under for months, finally falling prey to Marion’s attack. However, the most disturbing thing about his appearance might be the heavy neck brace The Outlaw is sporting, restricting his movements. As the camera moves backwards a bit, we see his attending physician standing with a clipboard, peering down at The Outlaw with an unsatisfied look.

DOCTOR: Mr. Blade, I’m cautioning you now that your body has taken quite a beating over the past few months and this latest incident left you some rather severe strain on your neck.

GREYSON BLADE: It’s not broken is it, Doc? Well, then I have some time, it can heal for me to get in the ring for Brick by Brick?

DOCTOR: Mr. Blade right now I cannot in good conscience give you medical clearance for that event. If you were to take any more severe damage to your neck this would turn from some physical therapy and a few weeks of rest into something well … it could put you out of action for a long, long time.

GREYSON BLADE: Sir, I signed a damn contract and that contract says I will be in the ring at Brick by Brick, and I will meet Marcus Marion to defend my LEGACY World Title, and the fact is I am not a coward and I am not a quitter. I’m not going to let you keep me from…

DOCTOR: Mr. Blade, I believe that Mr. Belote will do what it is that I recommend so …

GREYSON BLADE: Well before you write me off, then let me come back for a re-examination …?

There is desperation in Blade’s voice, and the doctor senses this.

DOCTOR: Alright … I’ll give it time … but don’t get your hopes up.

Greyson watches the doctor leave his room with a black look across his countenance, and with a disgusted sigh he leans back against his pillow the best he can with the neck brace. He is about to reach for the remote to try and forget his situation with the television when a surprising and familiar voice draws his attention.

SUSAN RHODES: Greyson.

Blade looks up at the voice and sees his surprise guest, and instantly a bit of snide anger wells up inside him, but in that instant he bites his tongue for the moment, and tries to be "civil" ...

GREYSON BLADE: Ms. Rhodes ... looking a bit... gothic, as of late, are we?

Blade peers at the women with a bit of an "analytical" gaze. Susan takes some small steps further into the room. Her face palish, and her big green eyes staring at the bed occupied by the LEGACY World Champion.

SUSAN RHODES: We've had our differences. We probably always will, at least, as long as you and Marcus have LEGACY contracts. As a champion you aren't very discrete are you? So, I found you.

Susan pauses for a moment, but obviously wants to say something further.

SUSAN RHODES: And I want to talk..

Greyson waits for a moment and then responds.

GREYSON BLADE: Well thanks to Marcus "Underage" Marion I'm going not going anywhere ... least for a while. So, by all means talk "Susie-Q" I'm all ears.

Susan’s face contorts a bit with those last few remarks. She composes herself a bit, her brows bend, and she continues while rubbing the tips of her fingers together - the black nail polish a highlight of the visual.

SUSAN RHODES: The last year has been sketchy, hazy, and totally unaccounted for, by me. Since it isn't a habit you've been making misleading others, and putting the truth on ice, I want to know...what happened, what happened that put me in intensive care?

The Outlaw looks down for a moment attempting to hide a bit of the shock that Susan was placing in him given the question. When his gaze returns, he looks her straight in the eye trying to make a connection with her with his words.

GREYSON BLADE: Alright, I'll tell you exactly what happened. That night, I wanted to put one hell of an asskicking on Marion's ass, and I went out there to go get his sorry carcas, and in guess "unsurprising" move, he took the dive and allowed you to take the asskicking for him. Well, perhaps "allowed" isn't strong enough. Susan ... he pushed you right into the move and let you take the shot for him and he took speed away none the worse for wear. I'm not sure if you ever thought about it, but who helped you after the incident? It was me Susan. I'm the one who called for help and got you medical attention. I think you let yourself become a stupid bitch for aligning with that coward, but I'm not one to raise my hand to a woman who has not raised her hand to me.

Susan looks at Greyson and cringes a bit, clenches her fist in a mild fit of anger, but she doesn't fly off the hinges at any point. Rather she looks at the LEGACY World Champion, and searches for more truth, yet not really accepting it all

SUSAN RHODES: He wouldn't. He couldn't. Look....

Susan tosses back her now shoulder length black hair over her far right shoulders, and reveals a hickey placed right on her neck.

SUSAN RHODES: He's devoted to me. Why would you call help for me? What have you to gain?

The Outlaw shakes his head, almost amused by the hold that she allowed Marcus to have over her.

GREYSON BLADE: What would I have to gain? Other than a clear conscience? Probably nothing, but then ask yourself something ... what would have I have to gain by dropping you in a parking lot? I snap you in half like a twig but Marion is unscathed to take me on at a later date? I wanted him and I wanted him right there. I'll also ask you to think about this ... and this is what you won't want to hear, I can already tell from your blind lemming-like devotion to that asshole. You know he treats people like shit. He treats you like shit. He treats Nicole like shit. Hell, he fucks around with all of you and those slutbag twins. He treats you like objects as if you are own property to do as he wishes ... so how is it so hard to believe that he wouldn't just give you that little "push" into my path?

Her face freezes a bit, like the chilling effect of a horror movie, or more of the lines that this was the cardinal error Blade made. Her voice rises a bit in decibel.

SUSAN RHODES: Nicole? He never. And he wouldn't. She wouldn't. Those twins, they're just fans....young girls with crushes. That is all. Marcus Marion saved my life. He took me from a wench's position at a club, and look what I have now. Look at what he has now. He wouldn't jeopardize his future, nor Nicole's, nor mine's for that matter.

The Outlaw sighs.

GREYSON BLADE: Look, I'm not going to sit here with some kind of video evidence to hand you about all of his "acts", but deep down if you were honest with me and you were honest with yourself ... you know the truth Susan. He took you from a life where you were treated like an object of many men and maybe women, to be the personal property of one person, and as for all you have now? What do you have? You have things. You have trinkets. You have TV time. Yet, you are here at my bedside ... the man who Marcus hates more than anyone in this federation or more possibly than anyone in this world ... asking for a simple thing like "the truth".

At that moment, hearkening back to her days as a young girl on her Kansas ranch, sitting by the fire...Susan solemnly, sits on the floor with her knees to her chest, and her arms draped over her knees. She looks up, and continues.

SUSAN RHODES: Truth...what is truth? I know what I have. I came here simply for answers. You've given them to me. And I'm not so certain I'd wish to listen to any more of this. Marcus hates you. But so what, you have that World title, EVERYONE you share time with hates you. I want to know something...and don't bat an eyelash, you tell me the truth. Will you be there in February for your title match against Marcus?

Blade stops and sighs and he reaches a hand up to feel his neck brace and he runs a hand back through his hair, and then with a calm, sincere voice he speaks ...

GREYSON BLADE: I will be there. What's left of this body will be there to defend the LEGACY Title. I signed a contract Susan, and I'm a man of my word.

Susan slowly gets to her feet, and just stares at Blade, she says while looking away...

SUSAN RHODES: You won't make it out with that title. But do what you have to do. That is all I wanted to know.

At that point Susan turns and makes her way over to the door, on her way out, she holds the door open half-way and says this as she exits.

SUSAN RHODES: That title. This is what it's all about. What it's always been about.

With that Susan takes her leave out of the room leaving The Outlaw alone …

GREYSON BLADE: Then Marcus Marion isn’t getting my belt with out … a fight.

With the fans anxiously awaiting the next match, suddenly the lights dim and “The Mirror” by Dream Theater hits the speakers. The spotlights shine down onto the entrance stage and as Gryffin Anselm walks out onto the stage, the boos start pouring out.

Mark Perletta: Now wait a minute, Gryffin Anselm isn’t scheduled to compete until the Main Event, and we still have more action to go before we even get there.

Landon Savage: I don’t think he was misinformed as to when his match is scheduled, I think he’s coming out here for some other business. Take a look at who is following him out!

Walking through the curtain, wearing a white three-piece suit and using a white walking stick, is the man we saw on STRIFE 14 – Big Lou. Coming out behind Big Lou is The All Star James Win, wearing his flashy gold warm-up suit and sunglasses. The trio make their way down the ramp together, gaining a fair amount of booing from the crowd. Once at the bottom of the ramp, Anselm gets up onto the apron and waits there as Lou walks up the steps, Gryffin holding down the middle rope for his boss before entering into the ring. Win joins the duo by hopping over the top rope and then walks over to the corner and asks the time keeper for a couple of microphones. Once he obtains them, James walks over and hands one to Gryffin and another to Big Lou. The music fades under as Anselm gets ready to speak.

Gryffin Anselm: A few years ago there was a dominant force in this business, and a couple of weeks ago you all saw an example of how we get things done, and tonight, we continue that trend. We’ve brought along a couple of guys who were involved in things back then, and they’re back, ready to help make it happen now.

The lights, which were dim to start with, and “The Mirror” by Dream Theater starts up once again and this time the LEGACY Vision jumbotron lights up with an image before any of the spotlights shine down.

Out from the back walk two men. One of them stands at just around 7 feet tall, a moderate build and has on black leather pants and a black wife-beater. As he walks down to the ring he strokes his goatee with his right hand, his left in a leather glove down by his side. The other man is probably only around six feet tall or so, and he is wearing black and red ring gear tights that go all the way up to his chest and then have straps over each shoulder. The two get to the bottom of the ramp and the smaller of the two slides into the ring under the bottom rope, the taller one stepping right up onto the apron and then stepping over the top rope. The taller of the two gets a pat on the back by a grinning Anselm, the second one getting a hug from Big Lou. Both of them are handed microphones, and the taller of the two speaks first once the music fades under and the lights come back up.

Hendrickson Tyler: For those of you who don't know who we are, this isn't an introduction. There's nothing we can say that will help you to understand any better what we're all about, so we'll let our actions here tonight give you a clue. Call us any name in the book, we don't care, because by the end of the show tonight, you can call us champions...

Tyler smirks and lets out a quick laugh.

Hendrickson Tyler: That is.. if those PAPER TAG CHAMPIONS have any balls.

Stevie Paginello: The Old School Kings have been walking around, acting like they're God's Gift to Tag Team Wrestling, but that's just not the case. They get by on a lot of talk and not a lot of action, and the only way they can prove that's not the case... is by putting those belts on the line... RIGHT HERE... RIGHT NOW!

Hendrickson Tyler: Anselm and Win might have the shot at the belts at the BRICK BY BRICK pay per view event, but as far as I see it, those belts haven't been defended in a while, and it's about time that they were.

Stevie Paginello: If they take us up on our challenge, we'll gladly defend the belts against Gryffin and James at Brick by Brick, as we wouldn't want to rob the fans of LEGACY of having a tag title match at a big event like the Old School Kings did at the SuperCard.

Gryffin Anselm: And we'd be glad to have a match against two guys who are one of the best tag teams in the history of this great business.

"Blood of Heroes" by Megadeth begins to blast over the P.A. system. The crowd pops as Dominion and Wolfson make their way out from behind the curtain, rocking their Tag Team Title belts as they begin to speak...

Eric Wolfson: Whoa, don't get ahead of yourself by starting to talk about defending belts you haven't even won yet

Hendrickson Tyler: So what's it going to be, are you two MEN or MICE?

Jake throws up a hand.

Jake Dominion: Wait a sec, WHERE THE HELL DID THEY DUST YOU TWO OFF FROM?!?!? I know I joked that I thought Louie was dead, but you guys?! Give me a break, you mighta been a legendary tag team back in the day, but you're NOTHING now and if you want us to kick your asses back to the old-folks home, we'll be glad to ablige...

Stevie Paginello: Yeah, real funny, Ice-man. The competition in Japan was getting a little soft with the Bushido Buntai boys gone, though Wolfy, there, seems a bit atrophied, so he might not put up any more of a challenge than what we were facing across the Pacific.

Hendrickson Tyler: Like I said before, enough talk out of the Paper Champions, just bring whatever you've got down to the ring and let's get this thing started.

Jake Dominion: Tell you what, even though I have a match later tonight in the Main Event, I think the perfect warm-up would be kicking you two trash-talking geritols back into oblivion... enough talk, you wanna see action? How about our fists down your throats...

Both members of the Old School Kings throw down their mics and make their way down the ramp towards the ring, Wolfson talking a bit of strategy to Dominion before their title defense.

Mark Perletta: During the live event I was notified that this impromptu contest was, in fact, going to be an official title match.

Joey C: I thought that Tyler and Paginello weren't even on the roster at the time, but as it worked out they had shown up and were signed to temporary contracts starting tonight and lasting through at least the pay per view event to allow them to compete in the Battle Royal.

Mark Perletta: A good strategic move by the Old School Kings, slowly walking down to the ring, getting an opportunity to talk about strategy, which they would have done had they known about this match in advance, also avoiding the 5-on-2 odds.

Landon Savage: They probably should've taken a bit longer, too, because as the match got under way we saw some damn fine teamwork from the Syndicate, right away targeting Eric Wolfson and working him over.

Joey C: Personally I would've chosen Jake Dominion, seeing as how he'll be across the ring later tonight against Gryffin Anselm in that six-man tag, but that's just me. Jake Dominion should feel lucky that he didn't get targeted early on in his first of two matches tonight.

Mark Perletta: That seems like it would've been a good strategy, Joey, but it wasn't the one chosen by the Syndicate. I definitely don't think it's an act of charity on the part of Hendrickson Tyler or Stevie Paginello, though.

Landon Savage: What they did early on in this match was VERY strategic, working on the ankle of Eric Wolfson. They knew that they'd eventually have Jake Dominion in the ring, which they did, and when they got him there, they knew that there would be no major "Hot Tag" out to Wolfson, 'cause how much damage could Wolfson do coming back into the match with a bum wheel?

Mark Perletta: That's an interesting point, too, Landon, though it could've gone either way. The point is somewhat lost, though, because the Syndicate didn't exactly hold control of this match past about the midway point, as Jake Dominion was the one who got the hot tag in, and he was able to clean house.

Joey C: The Old School Kings didn't just luck into being Tag Team Champions, and once Dominion got them control of the match, it was THEIR turn to show what kind of teamwork they were capable of, and their target was the big man - Hendrickson Tyler.

Mark Perletta: And wear him down they did, using quick tags in and out, double team maneuvers, and even a little bit of cheating of their own, using misdirection on the referee, drawing his attention to the outside of the ring and then getting in a non-tag switch.

Landon Savage: The Syndicate is well versed in tag team tactical warfare, and they got back into the match with some smart teamwork of their own.

Joey C: Things between these two teams went back and forth all the way until the end of the match, where misdirection and the use of a steel chair played a huge role in the final outcome.

Start : Footage from the Match

Stevie Paginello gets in behind Eric Wolfson and goes for a German suplex attempt, but Wolfson blocks it. Reaching backwards, Eric grabs Stevie by the head and takes him over his shoulder as he hits a snapmare. As Paginello works to get up off the mat, Wolfson stays behind him and goes for a sleeperhold. Trying to break up the attempt, Paginello stomps backwards and nails Wolfson's ankle, then elbows backwards and connects with Eric's ribs. Having broken up the attempt, Paginello steps to the side, reaches over and hits a Side Russian legsweep.

Mark Perletta: Nice series of reversals there by both men, Paginello ending up with the advantage.

Landon Savage: He's going to capitalize on it, too, just you watch! THIS is what technical wrestling is all about!!

With Eric Wolfson on the mat, Stevie Paginello reaches down and goes to grab his opponent's ankle, but as Stevie leans in, Wolfson uses his other leg and uses it to shove Paginello backwards. As Stevie gets up after being sent down onto his back, Wolfson spins around and grabs Paginello by the leg and tackles him down to the mat, which allows Eric to be the first of the two back to their feet. As Paginello gets back to his feet, Wolfson nails him with a kick to the gut. Just as Eric Wolfson starts to take control of things again, Gryffin Anselm hops up onto the ring apron, and as he does, the referee goes over and starts yelling at Anselm to get off the apron. Hendrickson Tyler then moves over and starts shouting at the referee as well. As he is distracted, the referee doesn't see it as Stevie Paginello drops down to his knees and gives Eric Wolfson a low blow, doubling Eric over.

Mark Perletta: The referee might not have seen the low blow, but these fans did, and they're voicing their disapproval.

Joey C: They can boo all they want, it doesn't change the fact that the referee is STILL being distracted by Gryffin Anselm and Hendrickson Tyler.

Landon Savage: Great teamwork here by the Syndicate... and it's about to get even better!

From the outside Big Lou slides a chair into the ring under the bottom ropes, getting it right to Stevie Paginello. Picking it up, Stevie dives and swings it, nailing Eric Wolfson right in the ankle, dropping him to his knees. Unable to get back up, Wolfson reaches up and is JUST able to tag in Dominion. Paginello, still moderately celebrating, has his back turned as Jake Dominion gets into the ring. From the outside Hendrickson Tyler spots Dominion getting into the ring and tries to alert Stevie Paginello, but as Stevie turns to find his opponent, Jake Dominion steps in and DROPS Paginello, using a superkick to knock the chair right into his face. Dominion kicks the chair under the bottom rope, then drops down and makes the cover on Paginello...

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners as a result of a pinfall and STILL World Tag Team Champions... Jake Dominion and Eric Wolfson... the Old School Kings!!

Mark Perletta: The Old School Kings pick up a successful title defense as they win the match, but to be honest, they don't look like they got the better of the Syndicate.

Landon Savage: Jake Dominion seems to be doing alright, but Eric Wolfson appears much worse for the wear, having taken a lot of damage to that ankle.

Joey C: That chairshot there at the end took its toll, and this looks like it might degrade the chances of the Old School Kings successfully defending at the pay per view.

Landon Savage: You can BET that doing something like that was part of the Syndicate's plans, with Big Lou being the master tactician of the group. People are still going to consider the Old School Kings the favorites at the pay per view, but only because they haven't seen what a team of Gryffin Anselm and James Win are truly capable of. It's going to be a much better match at Brick by Brick then a lot of people are probably expecting.

The scene is backstage in the locker room where we see Justin Moreno listening to his iPod. Just then, Stephen Rawlings walks in and Moreno catches him in his sight and looks up to face him.

Justin Moreno: Looks like it's down to just us two, Stephen.

Stephen Rawlings: Yeah, sad aint it?

Moreno looks confused.

Justin Moreno: Why would it be sad?

Stephen Rawlings: Well think about it. There are no more people for you to beat!

Moreno looks a little taken aback.

Justin Moreno: That's where you're wrong. As much as I respect you, you're the last guy I have to beat and I'll beat you any way I can.

Moreno momentarily grits his teeth and starts to clench his fists.

Justin Moreno: This isn't personal in any way towards you at all, but I HAVE to win so I can get the opportunity to get my revenge on Marcus Marion. I will stop at nothing to get him back in the ring, and if that means beating you to do so, then so be it, that’s what I’m going to do.

Rawlings eyes Moreno for a moment.

Stephen Rawlings: I like your spunk kid, but don't you think you're getting a bit carried away? I mean... You should feel honored that the gods shined down and let you get this far.

Justin then walks up to Rawlings.

Justin Moreno: Believe me, Stephen... I consider myself very lucky to get here, but at BRICK BY BRICK I'm going show you and all the doubters that I am legit and I'll do that by beating you.

Rawlings laughs to himself and puts his hand on Moreno's back.

Stephen Rawlings: Good luck with that....

Rawlings then stops and changes his mind.

Stephen Rawlings: You know what? Scratch that! Fuck "Good luck". It really doesn't matter. Luck? Luck itself isn't good enough to beat me! So if you want even a glimmer of a chance of beating me... You had better find some better way than "anyway that you can." You understand me? Do you get what I mean?

Moreno glares right back at him and starts to speak.

Justin Moreno: I get what you mean there, Stevie boy... you're just like all the critics. You don't think I'm legit. But you know something? If the Chicago Bears can make the Super Bowl, then J-Mo's got just as much right to be in the finals as you!

Stephen Rawlings: Hey…. Don't put fucking words in my mouth. I didn't say you didn't BELONG in the finals… That's disrespectful to you, and to the tournament. You earned your place here on top with me… You just don't belong in that ring against the World Champion…

Justin Moreno: I know what you're trying to say, but I don't like being pigeon-holed as a guy who "can't win the big one". I don't want to be like Damien Black and we all know what HE'S done since his moment in the sun...

Stephen shakes his finger in Moreno’s face.

Stephen Rawlings: Don't make this about other people. Listen boy.... I'm trying to help you here. This is about you! Some day you'll rock it. Someday you'll be the best fucking wrestler in this goddamn federation, but right now... You're not. If you would have fought your way through that tournament with vigor and strength and skill rather than "luck," then maybe… But you didn't! And that's where your weakness lays. Luck makes you good... But good enough isn't...

Rawlings points at the shirt he’s wearing and the phrase written on it.

Stephen Rawlings: You have to be perfect. You have to go out there and want the win... And for the right reasons... Right now, you just wanna go out there so you can prove you're legit... You already proved that. You're in the finals bro... Now should be about something more... The World Championship.... You wanna taste it in your mouth when you wake up... You wanna smell it with your oatmeal... You wanna see it when your watching tapes of me... when your spending hours upon hours studying my every move, as I you... you wanna feel it when you hit the gym.... you wanna hear it when you hear the fans.... and most of all you wanna love it, every single time the thought of it creeps into your brain!

Stephen takes a moment.

Stephen Rawlings: But I've seen you... You're not ready for that commitment. You're still at the stage where you're happy to have a match at the PPV. No... That Title match is mine, and there is nothing luck, the gods, talent, or even death could do to stop me from getting there. Do you understand me "J-Mo"?

Moreno stands there, looking Rawlings dead in his eyes, giving it a moment before he continues.

Justin Moreno: I understand you, but I have to respectfully disagree. For ten years, I busted my ass on the indy circuit just to make a buck. I paid my dues like anybody else and I worked harder than anybody else in the business. I wanted to go down with the all-time greats in the business. Ric Flair. Harley Race. Shawn Michaels. Rocky Stellar! All I EVER wanted in this business was to be champion… that is, before I broke my neck and got put on the shelf. That said, while I DO want a title shot... while I DO want a World Title run... I want to get even with Marcus Marion even more… and that’s something you’ll never understand. To do that, I’ve got to win this tournament, and I’ll do anything in the world…

Rawlings appears incredulous.

Stephen Rawlings: Tell me? Would you really do anything in the world? Would you give up your personal life – the love of a woman willing to have your child? Would you commit your best friend and cousin, just so he'd leave you alone to focus on things without his distractions? Would you do all that? All that crap so you can win the title? Could you die for that title? Because of the things I'VE done for that title, The only thing I have left is to die for it… And I promise you… I would rather die than to not take that title home with me once and for all. CAN YOU DO THAT?

Moreno nods his head.

Justin Moreno: If that was what it takes to win this tournament and convince Marion to get into the ring with me…

Stephen Rawlings: I have to warn you, all this is not gonna lead you to a lifetime of bliss and championships... It's gonna lead you to a life of pity and lonliness... BUT... IF you do mean it... Let the best man live. And let the best man go on to become world champion!

Rawlings puts his hand out offering a shake.

Stephen Rawlings: To a miserable lifetime, I say see you at the pay per view!

Justin Moreno: Let the best man survive.

The two shake hands and the scene switches elsewhere.

With his iPod earbuds in his ears, Ron Bailey swaggers through the backstage area, listening to whatever music is playing. He barely pays attention to any of the people he passes by. As he passes along, someone catches his attention, so he stops, turns around and walks back to where they’re standing. The first of them to notice Ron is Hannah Perez. Locking eyes with him for a minute, she then raises her eyebrows, as if to ask if he wants something, and then she clears her throat. When Diego hears this, he turns and looks up from the paper he was reading and notices Ron Bailey, who only THEN takes the headphone out of his ear.

Diego de Cardenas – You’re wasting your time, because I can guarantee you that she’s not the least bit interested. Give it a shot if you want, I’m good for a laugh about now.

After looking at Diego, Ron raises his eyebrows and looks over at Hannah, then looks back over at Diego.

Ron Bailey: Yeah, uh, sorry to burst your bubble, but that’s not exactly the type of action I’m looking for right here and now.

LEGACY’s most talented luchador looks completely disgusted.

Diego de Cardenas – Hold up there, essa, I don’t know what you’re playin’ at, but there’s NO way anything between you and me is gonna happen. I don’t swing that way, not that you’d even be my type.

Shaking his head, Ron indicates that he’s been misunderstood.

Ron Bailey: Nah, it’s not like that. You got a title match coming up at the pay per view, right?

Diego’s eyes narrow.

Diego de Cardenas – Yeah, and…?

Ron Bailey: And I’m just wonderin’ how you’re feelin about it? You feelin’ good? Any little minor injuries, anything that would keep you from being at like 100 percent?

After looking over at Hannah, Diego looks back at Ron incredulously.

Diego de Cardenas – You got some sort of interest in this match? You lookin’ to get the next shot at the belt? ‘Cause if that’s the case then you’re going to have to win that Battle Royal and earn your shot…

Putting up his hand, Ron Bailey stops Diego from continuing.

Ron Bailey: Hold up there for a second. First of all, I’m gonna win that Battle Royal… but when I do, I’m not going after that No Limits title. Doesn’t matter whether you have it or whether the samurai dude has it, the Tao of Valor title is more my style. But as far as interest in your match at the pay per view… yeah, you could say that. Now, you got a few minutes to talk?

Diego raises a finger.

Diego de Cardenas – There’s really no question who’s walking out of Brick by Brick with the No Limits Title…

Ron Bailey: Oh, no doubt, no doubt, if everything’s cool, then my money is DEFINITELY on you to win that belt.

Ron looks over at Hannah and then back at Diego.

Ron Bailey: And don’t get me wrong, she’s hot, but I’ve got a date lined up for tomorrow, and Saturday, and Sunday already, so you don’t have to worry, during our little discussion, I won’t be trying to figure out ways to take her from you. That’s not how I roll.

After Diego ascertains that Ron is probably serious about his intentions, he slowly nods his head.

Diego de Cardenas – So what did you want to know?

Ron gets a smile on his face and nods his head to the side, signaling that Diego should follow after him. Looking over at Hannah, Diego shrugs his shoulders and then they walk off, following Ron Bailey down the hall.

Mark Perletta: With the events involving these two individuals both at STRIFE 14 and earlier tonight, there was no doubt that this had quite the potential to be a heated contest.

Landon Savage: You can definitely tell that Chaos is sick and tired of seeing and hearing Tim Jones, wanting nothing more than to dispose of him quickly yet methodically.

Joey C: The Ladies Man is no push-over, though, it doesn't matter how big the opponent is. He's a lot like Shawn Michaels in the way that he often seems like he doesn't give enough credit to his opponents for having the ability to crush him, but yet when he gets into the ring, he does whatever it takes.

Mark Perletta: In the early stages of this match, it was very back-and-forth, much to my surprise, as I would've thought that Chaos might control things early on.

Joey C: Tim Jones kept leaving the door open to get stomped, as he kept doing cocky things to get underneath Chaos' skin.

Landon Savage: He was just asking for it every time he would flick Chaos in the ear any time he found a way to get behind the big man. Like a little gnat just waiting to get smacked down out of the air.

Mark Perletta: There was even a spot in there where Tim Jones had Chaos on the mat and Tim Jones decided to sit back and rest, leaning back with his arms and shoulders across the top rope.

Landon Savage: And maybe if he would've taken those opportunities to try to keep in on the attack, the match wouldn't have ended like it did.

Start : Footage from the Match

Running into the ropes for momentum, Tim Jones comes right at Chaos, looking for a dropkick to the knee. Whether going for a boot to the face or simply moving his leg out of the way of the move, Chaos gets his leg up and over Jones, who slides in underneath him. Spotting him directly below him, Chaos drops an elbow straight down that nails Jones in the back. Chaos then picks Tim up off the mat by the neck and throws him into the corner, following him in and nailing a clubbing blow to the chest. Grabbing Tim by the arm, Chaos whips him across the ring hard into the other corner and then goes in after him. As he attempts another clubbing blow, Jones sidesteps the attempt and then reaches up and rakes the eyes.

Mark Perletta: A rake to the eyes, a desperation move there by Tim Jones.

Joey C: But a move that nevertheless gets him RIGHT back into this match, Marky.

Landon Savage: Jones looking to capitalize on it quickly as Chaos stumbles towards the center of the ring...

Running towards the ropes once again for momentum, Tim Jones leaps into the air on the return and hits a flying forearm that drops Chaos to the mat. Jones gets up and pumps his fists, but Chaos sits up. Unsure of what to do, Jones moves in and nails Chaos in the chest. Before Chaos can hit a move, however, Tim Jones pretends like Chaos hits him and The Ladies Man drops to his knees. In an instant that the referee isn't looking, Jones hits a low blow on Chaos, doubling him over, then gets up, grabs Chaos and takes him down with a side suplex. Jones smirks, thinking he's done something great, but as he starts to back up into the corner, Chaos once again sits up and then starts to get back up onto his feet.

Mark Perletta: Tim Jones looks to be in a panic, now, thinking he had put Chaos down into a spot where he could set up for the SNAFU, but that's not the case!

Joey C: Wait, The Ladies Man doesn't appear to like his odds at this moment, and he's left the ring, taking a microphone from the time keeper's table, and he's headed for the ramp!

TIM JONES: Go ahead, make the ten count!

Mark Perletta: He's getting himself counted out!

Josephina Colbert: And here is your winner as a result of a count out... Chaos!

Mark Perletta: Chaos picks up the victory by count out, and I think Tim Jones was a little worried about his chances of winning the match there near the end.

Joey C: Tim Jones had a live mic after the match, there's no need to speculate about what he was thinking...

Walking away from the ring, Tim Jones strides over to the ring announcer and snatches the microphone away. He is breathing in and out heavily and sneers at the ring towards Chaos.

Tim Jones: “Look man, I told you, you are no match for my skills in that ring, so instead of messing around in that ring, boring our great loyal fans of Legacy and depriving me of the party life, I am just going to do us all a favor here.”

Tim Jones reaches over into the announcer’s table and grabs a bottle of avian water unscrews the cap and flicks it in the ring at Chaos.

Tim Jones: “I am going to do us all a favor…the winner of this contest as a result of inadequate competition, Legacy’s one…the only…. The Ladies Man…Tim Jones! And Chaos, son, before you even think that you are getting the shaft, just remember, I just proved to you and this entire legacy audience that I am the better wrestler, both in and out of the ring, if ya get my drift.

Tim Jones begins to walk towards the Legacy entrance and back towards the locker rooms, Chaos is just standing in the ring starting at Tim Jones in disbelief and sharing a few words with the official standing in the ring. Tim gets to the top of the stage and turns back around…

Tim Jones: “Oh I almost forgot, Chaos, since you tried so hard, I got you a little going away present for you tonight. Ladies…come on out and give Chaos his present.”

Tim turns his back towards the curtain and waves his hand at it and 5 women dressed in very short skirts and tight tops reveling their ample cleavage come out with white signs in their hands. They raise the signs in the air and they spell out C H A O S. And then they start a little chant for him..

Tim Cheerleaders: “Two…Four…. Six…Eight…Who do we appreciate…. Chaos! Chaos! Yaaayyyyy CHAOS!!”

Tim Jones: (laughing hysterically) Ahhaahhaa….hahaha….You have a good night, enjoy that hotel room I left for you, its still open and you still have some time to get up there and celebrate that special night we talked about. And Chaos…have fun, don’t hold back, its all on my payroll.

Launching the mic into the crowd, Tim Jones walks off with a smirk on his face.

Still quietly fuming from the opening match of the night, Isaac Entragian walks the back hallways of the arena. Most of the people who see him tend to back up against the walls, avoiding him. Most… not all. After rounding a corner, Isaac Entragian bumps into someone and continues walking. The man with whom he collided turns around and yells out to him.

Aaron Beaudway: Hey man… watch where you’re…

As Isaac Entragian turns around and shoots Beaudway a look, Aaron comes to see his face for the first time… and then Aaron breaks out in histerical laughter. Aaron tries to speak, but instead he just breaks out in laughter again, this time laughing so much that it’s almost silent. Trying to gain his composure, Beaudway finds a way to mix in some words with the laughter.

Aaron Beaudway: My bad…. Whitey!!!!

Aaron’s comment causes him to crack up laughing again. Isaac’s hands clench into fists, and then suddenly he snaps, running over and mercilessly pounding Aaron, knocking him down to the ground. As Isaac mounts the fallen Beaudway, with each punch, blood splatters on the floor next to Aaron and on Entragian’s fists. Slowly, Isaac methodically continues punching.

HEY!!

Suddenly a man runs in and knocks Isaac off of Aaron Beaudway, knocking him a few feet away with a well-placed kick to the ribs. As the camera zooms out, we see that the man now hovered over Aaron Beaudway protecting him from further attack is none other than Cronos Diamante.

Cronos Diamante: Someone get a medic over here! This guy needs help!!

Cronos looks back down at Beaudway, then looks up at Isaac, who is slowly backing away, staring right at Cronos Diamante with a look of hatred in his eyes. The camera switches over to a shot of Cronos Diamante, and in his eyes… there is absolutely no fear.

Jake Dominion, decked out in his wrestling attire and his trademark shades with the World Tag Team Title belt draped over his left shoulder, makes his way down a hallway. He turns a corner, and there stretching is D.J . Cassidy. Deja-vu? Cassidy looks up and sees Dominion turning the corner. He stands up straight and the two have an intense stare down face-to-face. Dominion then flashes his trademark cocky smile, as he breaks the tension...

Jake Dominion: Looks like the powers-that-be have booked us here tonight on the same side...

Dominion taps the World Tag Team Title belt as he continues...

Jake Dominion: I hope there's no hard feelings about the beatings you received and this of course. I'm sorry about your nerd boy being put on the shelf, but I hope that this wont be a distraction here tonight because we may not like each other but this is our chance to get revenge on those that have wronged us. So I hope you can stay focused...

DJ looks at Dominion with a look of determination on his face before continuing.

DJ Cassidy: I'm not going to lie to you, this is an awkward situation with you having what used to belong to myself and Mox. Since Herb probably isn't going to be able to ever come back because of that injury Stein gave him, I don't exactly have a tag team partner to challenge you with, and besides, right now I'm focused on Stein. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Just don't be sticking any knives in my back, okay?

Jake Dominion looks Cassidy straight in the eyes and snickers as he responds...

Jake Dominion: Yeah kid, we're good as long as you quit eye-balling my Tag Title belt...

Another moment of awkward tension arises as their tag team partner for the evening Crash appears and breaks the tension...

Crash: Jake, good seeing you again.

Crash turns towards DJ Cassidy.

Crash: And you're DJ Cassidy, right? The guy who's apparently gunning for this Dan Stein guy...

Crash looks back over at the belt on Dominion's shoulder, then looks at both of them.

Crash: I understand this hunk of gold came between the two of you a few months ago. That's not going to be an issue here tonight, is it? 'Cause if we're not all on the same page, I'll fix that... however I need to.

DJ Cassidy stares at Crash, then glances at the belt before looking at both of them and continuing.

DJ Cassidy: I'm cool as long as he is because we've all got the same agenda even if just for one night.

Dominion looks back over to Cassidy and replies...

Jake Dominion: Don't worry buddy, I know what I gotta do, as long as we stick to the agenda, we should run like a cohesive unit...

Crash nods in agreement than looks at Cassidy.

Crash: You do what you gotta do to Stein, alright?

DJ nods. Crash turns to Jake.

Crash: And you do what you gotta to Gryffin, aight?

Dominion nods.

Crash: Alright then, and I’ll give Thomas what’s coming to him. Now we all know where each of us stands.... Lets make it happen.

Mark Perletta: As we found out earlier, Loco Martinez had missed his flight, for whatever reason, and so the originally scheduled match was not going to be able to take place.

Landon Savage: And someone apparently forgot to tell Charles Johnson, because he came out for the match anyway, and when a referee came out and told Johnson what had happened, Charles seemed pissed.

Joey C: And rightfully so! He had a chance to prove himself a viable contender against Loco Martinez, an opportunity I know he would've made the most of, and he got screwed out of it!

Mark Perletta: Instead of having to leave the ring, Charles Johnson got a chance to compete, because as he was standing there, "America the Beautiful" hit the speakers, and out came Johnny Patriot.

Joey C: Hell, it wasn't scheduled to happen, it happened anyway , so the front office decided we may as well show you what happened in its entirety.

Start : Footage from the Match

As his music plays, the masked man known as Johnny Patriot steps out to the top of the ramp, his jewel encrusted red, white, and blue robe shimmering underneath the lights. Holding up a microphone, he waits for his music to fade under before speaking.

Johnny Patriot: Listen here, ya two bit jabroni. My name is Johnny Patriot, do you know who I am?

An unimpressed look on his face, Charles Johnson raises his mic and answers.

Charles Johnson: You're...

Johnny Patriot: IT DOESN'T MATTER, SLAPNUTZ! I am Johnny Patriot, and you're in the arena dubbed for me - the Patriot Center. End of story, jamook!

This gets a decent pop from the crowd.

Johnny Patriot: You don't come in here, runnin' your mouth like you're somebody these people care about. You're not in NAFW, you're in MY HOUSE. And just because Mr. Crazypants isn't here to take this match, doesn't mean you get to run your candyass mouth on... and on... and on about the same stuff we hear night in and night out from that post-adolescent crybaby, Daniel T. Whine. So shut your mouth, know your role, and get ready. The American Brahma Bull is about to stomp a mudhole in your mouthy ass!

After untying the belt on his robe and dropping it at the top of the stage, Johnny Patriot sprints down the ramp on his way to the ring, yelling into the microphone as he goes.

Johnny Patriot: Woooo!!

As Johnny Patriot gets to the bottom of the ramp he hops right up onto the apron and ducks underneath the top rope to get into the ring, but as he does so, Charles Johnson runs over and STOMPS down onto the back of Patriot's head, dropping him right down to the canvas. Charles grabs him by the back of the head and starts to lift him to his feet, but a groggy Johnny Patriot fires in with a hard right hand to Charles' ribs. Taken back a step, Johnson then moves in with a knee to Patriot's gut, doubling him over, then laying into him with a double axhandle that takes him down to the mat.

Mark Perletta: Charles Johnson with that huge running stomp to the back of Patriot's head, and to be honest, he appears to be in a lot of trouble right there.

Landon Savage: And just LISTEN to these fans!

Mark Perletta: Frankly I don't hear anything, Landon.

Landon Savage: You're absolutely right, Perletta, they're STUNNED! They thought that Johnny Patriot was going to come out here and do something awesome for them, and their hopes have been STOMPED in the back of the head!

Once again Charles Johnson grabs Johnny Patriot by the head and lifts him up to his feet, and again Johnny Patriot fires away with all he's got, landing a couple of hard right hands into Johnson's chin, rocking the big man back a step. Patriot doesn't stick around this time to get retaliated upon, and he turns around and runs towards the opposite ropes, the excitement level increasing significantly amongst the crowd. On the return Patriot leaps into the air, going for a crossbody block, but Charles Johnson catches him in mid-air and then fires him backwards into a fallaway slam.

Landon Savage: That did it, Perletta, that killed the spirit of these fans once and for all! No chance is Johnny Patriot getting back up on his own or fighting back after that slam! That was his last opportunity!

Charles Johnson walks over and stands above Johnny Patriot, who is desperately trying to get back to his feet. Stopping the attempt, Charles Johnson lays a quick stomp right into the back of Johnny's head, collapsing him down to the mat. Feeling more confident this time, Charles Johnson grabs Johnny Patriot by the back of the head, lifts him to his feet and then grabs him into a front facelock. From there Johnson lifts him clean up off the mat, straight up into the air and holds him there. After holding Patriot in a stalling vertical suplex for eight long seconds, he drops STRAIGHT DOWN, driving Johnny's head down into the mat with a brainbuster, and then he hooks the leg and goes for the pinfall, cocky as he covers him with only one arm, barely applying any pressure.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Josephina Colbert: And here is your winner as a result of a pinfall... Charles... Johnson!

Mark Perletta: Another match, another win for Charles Johnson.

Joey C: A valiant effort there by Johnny Patriot to come out and challenge Johnson, but his chance of winning this match was basically stomped out as soon as he got into the ring and got kicked in the head.

Mark Perletta: That initial stomp did seem to do a lot of damage, and after something like that there's only so much a guy can do to make a comeback.

In his locker room, Jimmy Smith sits on a steel chair, his feet propped up on a second one, allowing him to recline slightly. With his hands behind his head, he looks completely relaxed, watching a monitor on a table in front of him. Reaching down, Jimmy takes a beer bottle, lifts it up and then takes a sip. As he does so, there’s a knock at the door, and before he can say anything, the door opens and the first thing in the door is a blue NASCAR hat. The door opens farther and in walks Pat Reynolds. Jimmy nods his head at him in a slight greeting.

Jimmy Smith: What’s up?

Pat walks in and takes a chair from just inside the door and sets it down up against the wall.

Pat Reynolds: Nothin’. Just wanted to say… you know… hey.

Jimmy looks back over at Pat, then looks back at the monitor where Charles Johnson and Johnny Patriot are in the ring. He picks up his beer and has another sip.

Jimmy Smith: You end up making a date with any of the women whose numbers I gave you?

Pat slowly looks down at the floor.

Pat Reynolds: Nope.

Jimmy takes another sip of his beer and then flashes a quick smirk.

Jimmy Smith: Well, give it a while and try again, they probably won’t remember you.

Pat then looks up.

Pat Reynolds: So… you hear about this Battle Royal thing?

Jimmy nods but doesn’t respond further.

Pat Reynolds: Well I was just figuring that maybe… if we worked together we’d stand a better chance of winning it.

Jimmy looks over at Racin’ Reynolds, and then back at the monitor.

Pat Reynolds: So, uh, think about it?

After nodding, Jimmy looks over at Reynolds.

Jimmy Smith: Yeah… yeah I’ll give it some thought.

A big grin comes to Pat’s face, and then he gets up and walks over and opens the door. The smile still on his face, Pat turns and exits the room.

As the camera shifts it catches a still on that clever artistry, as a sign is being held in the audience by a member of our proud, and rowdy audience. A picture of Susan Rhodes is seen masked onto the sign, along with a picture of a dove that was scribbled out. Its replacement is an image of a pair of fish-net stockings. The crowd becomes hostile in a hurry, because before the cameras can pan and focus on other creative wonders, “Set It Off” by Audioslave frenzies the crowd. Screams and shrieks of...

DIE MARION DIE!

… can be heard. The pink strobes bathe the arena, right at this particular moment. The LEGACY vision comes alive to show three images of, Marcus Marion, Susan and Nicole Rhodes, all in pictoal layout format. Behind the glass, Marion walks out into the crowd. Very much at peace with himself, Marion walks down the aisle and is lambasted by a fed up audience. Trash is tossed his way. But he makes no effort to dodge it, because at this stage in his career, he's becoming very much used to it all. Marion with his bright yellow polo shirt, blonde hair, and itchy fingers just can't resists calling for the mic. He's handed one. He takes a quick spin around the ring, and motions for the crowd to die down.

MARCUS MARION: All this for me? And here I thought I was to be burned at the stake.

During a brief pause, a smirk forms on Marcus’ face.

MARCUS MARION: Just goes to show you, that sometimes when you're the guy sitting in front of the class, LEGACY's star pupil, federation's pet, whatever you want to call me... it's hard to get a scope of what's REALLY going on because for so long you have all been in my blind spot. However, there's one thing that really burns me... and that's well, your friendly, neighborhood Greyson Blade once again stealing something else from me. That's the affection of MY crowd. A guy from Liverpool, or wherever the hell he's from, puts some cooper to his diaphragm and all of a sudden you got children crying in the audience. You've got the secret service literally breathing down my neck because man, and man's best friend are suddenly in "cohoots" with one another. You'll hear that word a lot in the future, trust me on that one. Everyone is all misty eyed because I had the courage to do what NONE of those miscreants in the locker room seemingly could do.

The fans jeer at Marion's remarks.

MARCUS MARION: I beat "The Outlaw" so bad that he's finally starting to get some crowd response. What? Did you think his last eight months on "top" have been pushing t-shirts, and pulling in viewers? It was a waste. It was a waste of your time, Belote's time … and not to mention MY time. In seven month's he's defended the title against a mute and a guy who grew up on a farm. Me? I haven't wrestled since Advent Empire, and am being literally paid millions to talk. Not wrestle. Not fight. And not to walk around LEGACY and pretend to remotely care about anything other than myself. Because newsflash, Blade, contrary to what you may believe...

Marion pauses briefly.

MARCUS MARION: For the record, no matter how many IV's get lodged into your arm, or how many Geisinger cards get whipped out on your behalf, the earth STILL revolves around me, not you. I'm better than you. Always have been. I'm smarter than you, always will be. And I make this place more money than you could ever do. So, one more time I'll have to save the day when I state a little more clearly that at BRICK BY BRICK, I'm going to show you what it means to burn out and fade away in the only suitable option left. The rules? My rules of course, No DQ!

On that note, Marion momentarily turns his back to the entrance way to taunt some of the fans on the side of the arena opposite from it. The camera switches over to a shot of the ramp, and creeping down aisle we see Susan Rhodes. Her appearance is startling to say the least. She is seen with the last wave of the big hair fad of the 80's, dyed jet black. There is a choker around her neck, and she is wearing Victorian styled clothing, complete with the fish-net stockings, and a pair of those hooker black army boots. Her lips are crow black, she has a lip ring, and she stares at Marion in the ring, but even as Marcus turns around and notices her, she still does nothing. The camera's pan a bit around the arena and shows the Robins twins seated in the audience, staring at Susan with eye sockets burning with fury. She stands in front of Marion saying nothing as he looks on at her with shock and a bit of confusion and anger, and suddenly…

CRAAAAACK!!!

The sledgehammer meets Marion’s ribs with a force that takes him right off his feet and to the canvas, and the crowd roars in approval as The Outlaw stands above Marion wielding a sledgehammer, having jumped the guardrail with Marion distracted. He stands with his neck in brace, and a bandage still hiding some stitches in his forehead, and well, he looks quite like shit, but some how those facts are lost in this moment of dominance. The Outlaw tosses the hammer back to the other hand, and he brings its straight down into Marion’s chest as he tries to cover up his head and face. The twins and Nicole scream as Blade pulls the stunned Marion up and he looks over at Susan who is motionless and perhaps even is enjoying the beating. Greyson tosses Marion to the buckles hard, and as he comes out of them, The Outlaw sledges him again, dropping him to his knees in front of Blade. The Outlaw sneers at Marion, and pulls him up and drops him with a huge Batista-style spinebuster, and he stalks away from Marcus as the crowd rises to its feet. The Outlaw motions for him to stand, and he charges … and delivers a Killshot that drives Marion into the air and to the mat with a massive blow. Marcus lays motionless as Blade stands above him, but you can see the jolt of the blow tweaked something as he clutches his neck. However, he shrugs it off, and stands tall as the crowd begins a MASSIVE Blade chant.

GREYSON BLADE: Alright you son of a bitch, if you can hear me great, and if your ass is unconscious, watch the fucking replay and cringe. You hear those people out there? The one’s who are buying my t-shirts and seeing this arena out to see me? Well, I’m not going to let them down because at Brick by Brick, they will be seeing me in spite of what those “medical professionals” say. This brace? These bandages? My wounds? They will not stop me Marion. You will not stop me. I am going to Brick, and I am going to meet you in this ring in that No DQ match … and I’m going to do what I’ve done to you every time we’ve met, and win or lose Marcus … I’M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!

With that the crowd explodes, and Blade slams down the mic.

Mark Perletta: Before this match even started, we knew it was going to be a great one, with lots of animosity involved amongst the six competitors.

Landon Savage: After what we saw at STRIFE 14, DJ Cassidy definitely wants to get revenge on Dan Stein for putting Herb Moxley on the shelf. There's plenty of history between Gryffin Anselm and Jake Dominion, earlier tonight's tag title match included, so there's plenty of heat between those two. And you KNOW that Crash wants to finally get his hands on John Thomas.

Mark Perletta: And with good reason, but for a good portion of this match John Thomas found ways to stay out of the ring while Crash was in it.

Joey C: Aside from a few very well timed opportunities where John worked together with Stein and Gryffin to find ways to get in there, get a few shots in on Crash, and then get out.

Landon Savage: Some might see it as cowardice, but I say it's smart. John Thomas finding ways to play mind games with Crash, and getting in some shots to try to weaken Crash's left shoulder before their match at Brick by Brick.

Mark Perletta: With Crash having been worked over a bit in his first match in a LEGACY ring and Jake Dominion already having had a match earlier in the evening, DJ Cassidy was the freshest man on his team, and when he got into the ring for the first time he went to work!

Joey C: We saw a more aggressive side from DJ Cassidy than we're used to seeing, as he was doing whatever he could to put Gryffin Anselm on the mat, and once he got him there, he didn't let up.

Landon Savage: After a double-team from Anselm and Thomas, Dan Stein thought his team had the advantage, but after he got tagged into the match, DJ Cassidy seemed to get his second wind, and the two fought toe-to-toe.

Mark Perletta: At one point both Cassidy and Stein were both knocked down, having both gone for a clothesline at the same time, and both of them crawled towards their respective corners, trying to make a tag. Stein was the first to make the tag in to John Thomas, but Cassidy was not far behind, making a tag into Jake Dominion.

Joey C: When Dominion got into the ring, he looked like a man possessed, going right after JT, getting some revenge for what happened at STRIFE 14.

Landon Savage: Jake Dominion was doing whatever he could to inflict pain on John Thomas, and after he had weakened him significantly, Jake moved in behind and tried to put John into a version of the Tazmission he calls the "Icemission", but John fought it off long enough for Gryffin to get into the ring and break up the attempt.

Mark Perletta: At that point Jake decided he wanted to give Crash his chance at getting a measure of revenge on John, but as he slowly makes his way over to make the tag, Dan Stein gets into the ring and nails Dominion from behind, stopping his momentum.

Landon Savage: Nice work by Stein to keep in on the strategy, but in keeping Dominion from letting Crash into the match, we then saw DJ Cassidy make the tag back in, and Cassidy went right after Stein.

Joey C: DJ should've been paying more attention to the legal man, because as he went after Stein, John Thomas recovered and went after him, bringing him back to a neutral corner, away from Crash, and went to work.

Start : Footage from the Match

After laying into Cassidy with a series of kicks to the midsection, John climbs the turnbuckle and starts choking DJ, much to the hatred of the fans. The referee quickly comes in and breaks it up, forcing John off of Cassidy. Spotting an opportunity, DJ starts making his way across the ring to tag in Crash, but as soon as John sees him headed in that direction, John grabs Cassidy by the leg and takes him down to the mat. From there John grabs DJ's foot and pulls up into an ankle lock, and as he does so, Thomas looks up and smirks at Crash.

Mark Perletta: Look at John Thomas just taunting Crash. Somehow I don't think that's the best idea in the world.

Joey C: And why not? They've been doing well thus far to keep Crash out of the ring while John Thomas is in there, Crash is getting frustrated, and it's going to play to John's advantage at Brick by Brick.

Slowly, DJ Cassidy works to get the knee of his other leg underneath him. The audience starts clapping slowly, trying to rally DJ, helping him get into the match. Inch by inch, Cassidy is able to get his knee up near his chest, and then from there he gets his foot planted on the ground. Not wanting to let go of the hold, John remains firmly gripping DJ's ankle, but once Cassidy has his leg extended underneath him, he dives forewards and rolls towards his corner, whipping John Thomas over and down onto his back. With that, DJ is close enough to reach up and make the tag, bringing Crash into the match and sending a huge ovation of cheers through the crowd.

Mark Perletta: DJ Cassidy makes the tag and now Crash finally gets his hands on John Thomas! How do you feel about John Thomas' decision to antagonize Crash now, Joey?

Landon Savage: Probably not the best idea in the world, as it's probably making those right hands Crash is laying into John with a little bit harder than they might've been!

Crash relents for a moment and lets John start to get to his feet, but then Crash goes right back in and takes John down with another hard right hand. John starts to get up again, but this time Crash kicks him in the ribs, sending him back down to the mat. Partially getting off the mat, John rolls out of the way, but as soon as he gets up, Crash sends him down to the mat yet again with a hard right hand, continuing the ovation coming from the fans. Having seen enough, Gryffin Anselm gets into the ring and goes right in after Crash, backing him away from John, but the referee steps in and breaks the two apart. This interjection from Anselm is all the time John needs, and he is able to get off the mat long enough to tag in Dan Stein.

Mark Perletta: The Tao of Valor Champion gets into the match and immediately he nails Crash with a couple of kicks, doubling him over.

Joey C: Staying right in there, Stein grabs Crash by the head and takes him down to the mat with a bulldog, and listen to these fans now!

Landon Savage: They're about to get even more of a show, because Stein's not letting up one bit!

Crash blocks a punch attempt from Stein and then grabs him by his wrist, then pulls him in and goes for a short clothesline. Dan is able to duck underneath the attempt, and as Crash lets go and turns around to face his opponent, Dan leaps into the air and nails him with a high dropkick. Sensing an opportunity, he immediately runs in the opposite direction, and after Stein rebounds off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, Crash steps in, grabs Stein around the waist, spins around and drops him down onto his knee with a backbreaker. Backing up a few steps, Crash reaches the ropes and extends his hand over and tags in Jake Dominion. Instead of directly leaving the ring, Crash instead runs across the ring and nails John Thomas with a clothesline, flipping over the top rope and dropping down to the arena floor with John Thomas, the fans going crazy.

Mark Perletta: Crash has had enough waiting, and he chooses to go right back after John Thomas, deciding to let Jake Dominion try to finish off this match as he goes to work on the outside on his real target! I guess if Crash couldn't get his hands on John Thomas in the ring during the match, this will have to do!

Joey C: I don't get the idea that Crash cares either way whether it's legal or not what he's doing.

Mark Perletta: What he's doing now is JUST as legal as the attack by John Thomas at STRIFE 14 in the parking lot!

Jake Dominion gets into the ring and immediately takes down Stein with a dropkick to the chest. Stein gets back up but Dominion grabs him by the head and takes him backwards with a snap suplex, and then Dominion moves over and tags in DJ Cassidy. Not letting up just yet, Jake backs up and measures Stein up as Dan works to get up off the mat. Stein starts to stumble towards his opponent, and as Jake steps in to go for the superkick, Dan takes a couple of quick steps backwards and gets a huge smirk on his face. Stein then steps in and lifts one of his legs up off the mat, then leaps up off the mat and goes for the enzuigiri...

BUT DOMINION DUCKS IT!!

Dominion takes two steps backwards, backing away from Stein, but he gets grabbed from behind by Gryffin Anselm, who pulls Jake backwards over the top rope to the outside. Stein smirks and turns around, and finding Dan in the right spot, DJ Cassidy flies off the top rope, right over Stein, rolling his opponent up into a flying sunset flip, putting the Tao of Valor Champion into a pinning combination...

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Josephina Colbert: And here is your winner as a result of a pinfall... the team of DJ Cassidy, Jake Dominion and Crash!

Mark Perletta: This one's over as DJ Cassidy gets the pinfall on the Tao of Valor Champion!

Joey C: I can guarantee you that this will NOT be a preview of things to come at Brick by Brick, because we have been notified that the Tao of Valor Title match will be a Last Man Standing Match, so a pinfall will do DJ Cassidy no good!

Landon Savage: What a pay per view it has shaped up to be, we're out of time for tonight but keep checking back in to the LEGACY website for more details about the Battle Royal and other such things going on at the event scheduled for mid February, we'll see you all at Brick by Brick!!