We open in a darkened arena. In the middle a ring is bathed in bright white light. Standing inside that ring the Champions of Legacy standing in a "V" shape. On the right, The Syndicate, belts on their shoulders Gryffin and James are highly animated, hyping each other up,
slapping one another on the shoulder, yelling, and nodding.

On the left side Strong Style Dragon cradles his newly won Tao of Valor belt. Diego de Cardenas belts around his waist hops with energy. In the center, Stephen Rawlings wears his belt around his waist. His arms folded across his chest. He stares intensely, and as we slowly zoom on the Legacy world champion.

The opening guitar of Skrape's "Rise" explodes, and the champions of Legacy are replaced by
the rest of the Legacy roster. Hunger in their eyes. An explosion and quick clips of brawls begin to play.

"I'm defensive never questioned
I commit to no direction"

John Thomas and Crash brawling backstage. X-Calibur nailing a clothesline. Issac Entragian slamming an opponent to the mat with authority.

"I won't break down into weakness
If it feels good, it's a sickness "

Quick flash of finishers: Rocky Stellar's "Stellar Drop". Jake Dominion's "Ice Breaker". Cronos Diamante's "Countdown to Extinction". and capping it off with Marcus Marion's "Revolutionary
Thrill".

"I won't give up until the blood soaks my fingers
I recognize that the difference is my spirit "

Eli Storm lays Rocky Stellar out with a sick chair shot.

"Rise up in the fold -- I'm saved "

A Legacy referee raises Gryffin and James Win's hands in victory. Turns into Rawlings celebrating his victory in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, and finishes with Rawlings hoisting the Legacy World title over his head, victorious.

A brief pause. A circling shot of Diego on the top rope. One beat and Diego launches off the top rope nailing his corkscrew plancha on Katsuro Yoshida.

"The reflection in the mirror
Is the vision any clearer "

Loco looking up after his win over Crazy Boy. We swing around to see Dan Stein backing up the ramp, pointing at Martinez.

"Though it may seem that I'm angry
Your reaction is what makes me "

Gigantus Awesomo slaps Tim Jones. Jones pauses a second then returns the favor slapping Awesomo.

Quick flash to Ray Willmott standing inside a Legacy ring for the first time. Quick flash to Justin Moreno's face to face confrontation with Mirage.

"I won't give up until the blood soaks my fingers
I recognize that the difference is my spirit "

Quick cut to Finishers: X-Calibur's "X-Terminator", Dan Stein's
"Lights Out", Justin Moreno's "Extreme Measures", and Crash's "Aero Zeppelin Driver".

"Rise up in the fold -- I'm saved"

We flash to that same opening shot. The Champions of Legacy. We flash again... and this time the rest of the Legacy roster stands over the champions shoulders. Hungry.

As we fade in from the opening, we find ourselves looking at the ring, when suddenly "Champion" By Grinspoon begins to blare throughout the arena and the crowd bursts into cheers. The lights go dark, and then when the pyrotechnics explode on the stage, Stephen Rawlings appears on stage, the World Championship around his waist. He then lifts his hands up and the crowd cheers again. He then begins to head his way down then aisle slapping hands with all the audience members he comes across. One girl asks him for a hug, so he stops, and gives her a hug. He then continues on down to the ring. He quickly climbs in, and grabs the mic from the ring announcer. He stands in the middle of the crowd as it is still cheering him on. He then raises his hand to let them know he is ready to talk. It slowly simmers down.

Stephen Rawlings: HELLOOOO GAINSVILLE!!!!!

The crowd has a HUGE reaction and cheers.

Stephen Rawlings: I gotta say... This title around my waist… it’s unreal. Not only did I finally accomplish one of my life-long goals in proving that I’m THE BEST in the business, but it also got me a free ticket into Disney World the other day.

The crowd responds to Rawlings’ remark, some of them chuckling, some of them clapping, and Stephen waits before continuing.

Stephen Rawlings: And now, here I am, standing in the center of this ring, listening to all of you people cheering me on because of what I’ve accomplished. It really is a true honor to be wearing this belt around my waist. It took me a while to get here, and as soon as I heard about the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, I knew that my time was coming. I knew that I was going to do whatever it took to win each match from the first round on STRIFE to the finals at Brick by Brick. Once I earned my title shot, there was no question that I was going to train harder for my match against Marcus Marion than I had for any other match, because after having been so close to winning this belt against Greyson Blade, I couldn’t let another chance slip through my fingers. I did what I had to do, but I couldn’t have gotten here on my own, so I have alot of people to thank.

Rawlings starts walking a bit.

Stephen Rawlings: I’m not going to thank Marcus Marion, because I don’t owe him anything. I’m not going to thank Rob Belote or the front office, because all they really did was set up the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, they didn’t help me get to the finals or win the championship opportunity reward. The only people I really have to thank… are every last one of you. Every George, every little Suzie, every Chris, every Mike, every Amy... Everyone! You are all the main reason I am standing here today the champion. Because all of you stuck with me through thick and through thin... All of you were with me through my journey to the gold.. And so for that I have to say that this title is for you!

He takes the belt off his waist and holds it high in the air. The crowd showers him with cheers.

Stephen Rawlings: I couldn't of beat Marcus Marion without you... No wait... I coulda. You see... Marion made three key mistakes. One: he way underestimated me. Two: He stopped caring. And three: He didn't train... He didn't work his but off, reseacrhing, studying. Learning new moves that could quite possibly beat me! He was far from perfection... I may even venture into the realm of thought that he was mediocre. He was a disapointment to wrestle in that ring! Any sliver of respect I have EVER held for that man do to being the world Champion, has now been completely erased realizing how much of a fraud he is. Thinking back on that, I guess that makes the title tainted, knowing that it wasn't a fair fight... But for once, I'm not going to complain. In fact, I'm going to do the opposite! I'm going to accept it, and just make it better. By defending it. Not just at every ppv. But I wanna defend it every week. Let the people who really deserve it have a shot. That's why I will be in discussions later tonight with the front office, trying to get a Championship match right here on the next Strife. I -

Suddenly a quote in hot pink lettering hits the LEGACY vision, obviously, a clever little jab at the current World Champion, short and sweet.

And if Grinspoon roared the crowd into a cheering frenzy, "Vote With a Bullet" by C.O.C gets them negative in a hurry. Images of trashy strippers juking, jiving, and dancing on poles is seen. A very meager demographic of young teenagers in the audience raise their signs in the air, signs that probably should be censored. The intensity level in the building is at a sizeable pitch, coming from outside of the doorway stands two figures. "The Bad Girl" Nicole Rhodes, and The Revolutionary, himself, Marcus Marion.

A mic is cramped between the slender fingers of Nicole Rhodes. The fans let her have it, as they chant their obscenties. Nicole, peers out into the crowd, puts one finger into the air, while Marion's entrance music cuts off.

NICOLE RHODES: Hmm... that's better. I know I don't get a chance to feed the sheep with my words of wisdom too often, but, this time I just HAD to say something. I couldn't hold it in any longer. Rawlings, you parasite… I hope you enjoy eating the scraps, because what went on at SuperCard, it wasn't Marcus at his best. No, on the contrary, what you got was the "day after" Marcus. That's right, a weekend at the Flats, it has that affect on some people. Now that your little victory celebration in Orlando is over, it's time you've returned your attention to what’s going on here in "LEGACY". You talk a lot, but you don't say anything. Thanking the fans? Dedicating that title to a bunch of idiots in the stands you don't even know? You're a sad, pathetic, little man... and I hope that sterilization is in your future, because if what the world has to look forward to is another balding cruiserweight with "Technically Perfect" stapled to his persona, life as we know it.. it's all over.

Nicole sighs and shakes her head.

NICOLE RHODES: I don't want to waste too much air-time, venting, because I'm sure Marcus has more than a few things to get off his chest.

Nicole takes a step next to Marion, and puts her arm around his waist, her earrings which read "M.M" dangle under the lighting. Marion, takes the mic scans the crowd, his look is loaded with contempt, anger, and confusion all at once. Rawlings just smiles in the ring, further enticing the former World Champion on the rampway. Marion goes to speak, and is cut off by the boo fest. Nevermind the crowd, Marion ventures to speak over them. His voice, barely heard over the booing.

MARCUS MARION: My title. That's MY TITLE! You've got my gold, you little thief... and you know what? Like you, I'm not going to wait until Ramadan to get my shot. So, that title match you thought you could just toss out there for the next STRIFE? Stud, it's not gonna happen, and I’m going to make sure of that. My champion's rematch clause trumps your public "workout", and that’s the facts of life really. So, whenever the front offices decides to hype our next little PPV, I want my shot to happen then – giving me a huge stage on which to regain MY title, prove that the SuperCard was a fluke, and give me the pay day I deserve for getting into that ring and driving up buyrates instead of wasting the match on some… FREE show.

The fans boo, as Marcus diminishes the value of the show they’re watching. He doesn’t seem to notice or care about their reaction.

MARCUS MARION: You know what burns me right now, even moreso than watching an in-ring fugitive, enjoying his last two months of being a free man, is...it's this revisionist attitude these bottow-dwellers have of you…

The crowd takes great offense to the snide remark, and continue to boo on Marion. Marion, rolling his eyes, and sighing continues.

MARCUS MARION: Less than a year ago, you were winning tag titles, casting your vote as a never-will-be within a federation that only at the time, considered it's singles competitors to be “stars”. You were admitting to the entire world that you didn't have the cajones to step up to the singles ranks, and challenge it's TRUE stars. That, my friends, is cowardice at it's finest. Not only that, you were having your loving, adorable, misguided cousin Chris Turner admited to a psychiatric ward. You did all of this without batting any eye-lash, losing a wink of sleep, or without considering your other options. My, what a difference a calendar year makes, because now here you are, in the middle of the ring, pretending like you’re the top guy around here. And now after your ego stroking of the fans. you're their golden boy. Hmm...so you'll have to forgive me if I find your bit a little... what's the word?

Marcucs pretends to think for a minute.

MARCUS MARION: Oh, yeah, corny.

Stephen Rawlings lifts the mic to his mouth, but before he says anything, the look on his face changes.

Stephen Rawlings: You know what- Neverind.. You obviously dont't care what I think. You don't care about anything. The only thing you care about I am holding in my hands. You said it best though. It's funny how different people become because of this thing... Look at you now... Before you didnt give a care in the world. And I exploited you. But now... NOW you’re the bad guy, the person everyone here has grown to hate. Now everything is my fault, I'm a loser, and I'm not good enough to hold the title... But YOU ARE...?

Rawlings pauses, and then smirks.

Stephen Rawlings: Oh wait... That's the same thing you said before... So Marion... Shut the f***k up until you can think of somethign original to say and listen to me loud and clear. You wanna have a match at the ppv... Go ahead and ask the front office... It's the title you want not me... So I'm just gona have that meeting with the front office tonight anyway! And maybe, if I'm as good a champion as I think I am... I'll be the one who gets to beat you in your rematch, and not some other lucky person.

Marion's green eyes perk up, his emerald eyes fixed on the LEGACY Championship.

MARCUS MARION: You've been at the Exxon again, sniffing fumes, haven't you? You think because you have that belt around your waist, that the "front office" will just give you a chance to defend on good faith? I don't think I’ve called you this before, but you're a complete idiot. They don't listen to their side-show acts. They don't listen to their last resorts, and they don't listen to the ones pulling in no cash, no revenue, and no new viewers. Moral of the story? Your words are trite and meaningless...sure they'll hear you, but they won't make any decisions until they hear from someone else. That's where I come in Rawlings. I've spent over a year at the top of this company and this industry, and my words? They sound nice. They LOVE hearing what I have to say because I always find a way to put on a show everyone wants to see.

Marion, wipes his mouth and continues.

MARCUS MARION: So, I'll be getting that title match at the PPV. I'm going to beat you to within an inch of your life Rawlings, and I hope all this time Turner's been keeping your seat in the nut house nice and warm, cause you'll be joining him. I'm going to become the LEGACY town crier, when I take that belt for the third time and tell the world, you were just my stand-in. That you were the last person they saw on LEGACY television every STRIFE, because I needed a break. Now, I'm back Rawlings. Back for that title...and I'm going to steal one from you when I say...

With a smile on his face…

MARCUS MARION: I'm gonna be technically perfect.

Stephen Rawlings: Technically perfect? Against me brother... That's just not good enough!

"Champion" By Grinspoon plays over the arena again, and Rawlings sets his mic down, and Marion just stands there, fuming.

We head back to 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 on the trio, the flat-screens behind them fade into a shot of the yellow golden LEGACY logo.

Mark Perletta: Things getting started here on STRIFE 20 with some words from the new World Champion Stephen Rawlings and the number one contender Marcus Marion... and how great does it feel to be able to say that.

Joey C: Don't even start, Marky... There are a lot of us who feel like what happened at the SuperCard was a travesty, and I've been told that there's not enough time tonight for us to debate about it like we were backstage this afternoon, so let's just move on.

Landon Savage: Well we've got a great show for you all tonight, as per usual, with all of the champions making an appearance except for Diego de Cardenas. The No Limits Champion has tonight off.

Mark Perletta: And that's a good thing, for his sake, because Isaac Entragian is one VERY pissed off albino because of how things ended in the No Limits Title match at the SuperCard.

We cut backstage where we see Isaac Entragian walking through the backstage area. Nearly everyone who sees him coming backs up against the wall or ducks down another hallway, just trying to avoid encurring his wrath. Everyone, that is, except for Tim Jones. As Isaac gets closer to where Jones is seated atop a cargo bin with a beer in his hand, The Ladies Man gets his attention.

Tim Jones: Just the guy I was hoping to find.

Isaac slows down to a hault and just glares at Jones, who takes a sip of his beverage before continuing.

Tim Jones: I realize you're not in the best of moods tonight so I won't sit here and talk your ear off, but before you go attacking someone who doesn't deserve it, I feel like I should at least let you know about something that was said about you after that whole ordeal with Diego went down... and more importantly, who was saying it...

A smirk starts to form on Tim Jones' face and, in an effort to surpress it, Tim lifts his bottle of beer up to his lips, taking a sip. Before he continues, we cut back to the ringside area.

Mark Perletta: Our first match of the night was an important one for both of these competitors.

Landon Savage: Normally you wouldn’t think of a match against Justin Moreno as being a big match for anyone, but there’s been talk lately that the front office has been disappointed with Charles Johnson, and although this isn’t a “loser leaves LEGACY” match, Charles Johnson needs a win in this match to save his spot on the roster.

Joey C: LEGACY’s wasting money on this guy, he’s never going to be any better in this ring than he has been lately, so the front office might as well just flush money down the toilet.

Mark Perletta: Back before Brick by Brick, Charles Johnson was on quite a roll. Since those first two matches, however, he’s been a completely different competitor inside that ring.

Landon Savage: A loss to Matt Tower, then one to Jake Dominion, and Charles Johnson looked lethargic in both contests. Sure, they’re only two losses, but it’s the way he lost them, almost as if he didn’t show up.

Mark Perletta: The most important thing for Charles Johnson’s future in this organization is the result of this match. But this isn’t just an important match for Johnson, it’s also an important match for Justin Moreno.

Joey C: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, here. There was nothing riding on this match for Justin Moreno, aside from maybe his pride. Two weeks ago in Jacksonville, Justin Moreno tried to get a match with Marcus Mirage, and he got turned down by his second “Marcus” in a row.

Landon Savage: Whether it was an important match or not, Justin Moreno got in that ring and looked to have a sense of purpose in his actions, looking as determined as I’ve ever seen him.

Mark Perletta: I’ve seen some good matches by Charles Johnson since he got into this business, all of them prior to Brick by Brick, some of them in other organizations. He’s certainly capable of defeating Justin Moreno, even a highly motivated Moreno like he is tonight. Was he able to do it, though? That’s the question.

Start : Footage from the Match

Charles Johnson grabs Justin Moreno by the arm and sends him into the ropes with an irish whip. As Moreno comes in on the return, Johnson ducks down, going for a modified backdrop. Justin spots the move and flips to the side, rolling over Charles’ back. Before his feet touch the ground, Moreno grabs Johnson by the arm and flips him over onto his back with a modified armdrag takeover. Still holding onto Charles’ arm, Moreno pulls his opponent up onto his feet. Before Johnson can get upright, Justin Moreno jumps up and drives his knee into the back of his opponent’s shoulder, taking him back down to the mat.

Landon Savage: This kid has been really intense so far in this match.

Mark Perletta: And he’s not letting up just yet. Moreno stomping down onto the shoulder of Charles Johnson, now he runs towards the ropes… low dropkick to the shoulder of Charles Johnson!

The fans cheer for the series of moves from Moreno, but he doesn’t stop to acknowledge them. Instead, he runs towards the ropes, bounces off, running right past Charles as he gets up off the mat. After bouncing into the opposite ropes, Moreno leaps off the mat, flying towards his opponent. Grabbing Johnson by the head, Moreno slams Charles into the mat face first. Getting right back up, Justin runs towards the closest corner, jumps up onto the middle rope on one side of the ring, hops up to the top rope on the adjoining side, then he flips backwards, landing back first across the shoulder area of his opponent.

Mark Perletta: Nice double-jump senton splash there by Justin Moreno.

Landon Savage: That move was a bit riskier than he should be doing right about now, he should just be trying to play it safe and wearing Johnson down. If he would’ve missed that move…

Mark Perletta: But he didn’t miss the move and he’s still in control of the match.

Justin Moreno grabs Charles Johnson by the head and starts lifting him up to his feet. As he lifts Charles up, Justin throws some forearms that connect into his opponent’s temple. Trying to get back into the match, Charles Johnson arches back and fires in with a right hand that catches Moreno and staggers him back a step. Johnson then grabs Moreno by the neck, pivots around and throws Justin halfway across the ring.

Joey C: There’s the strength advantage by Charles Johnson coming into play…

Mark Perletta: He may have just been thrown six feet, but Moreno isn’t going to stop giving it 100%...

Rolling backwards, Moreno gets back up to his feet, and feeling confident about his chances, Charles Johnson moves in to try to follow it up. Backing up a few steps, Moreno shoves his back into the ring ropes to get a little bit of momentum, and then he jumps and drills Charles Johnson with a dropkick to the gut, doubling him over. Grabbing Charles by the head, Justin Moreno bends at the knee, crouching down a bit, then he springs up into the air, still holding onto the headlock, getting his body almost completely horizontal in the air, bringing Charles Johnson back up to almost a complete vertical base, and then Moreno shifts his momentum backwards and pulls Johnson down onto his head.

Mark Perletta: What a HUGE DDT by Justin Moreno, and Charles Johnson is OUT!

Landon Savage: Justin Moreno headed to the outside… he goes up to the top rope… I think the risk isn’t too high on this one…

Mark Perletta: He leaps… Oh my! Justin Moreno hits a 450 splash, the move he calls “Extreme Measures”… he hooks the leg…

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Justin... Moreno!

Mark Perletta: So Justin Moreno picks up a victory, and he does so with the renewed sense of intensity he's shown ever since he lost in the finals of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament.

Joey C: Hold up, Justin Moreno looked a little more intense than his usual slacker self, but surfer boy extreme didn't exactly have much competition in this match.

Landon Savage: I'd like to see how Justin Moreno does in the ring against someone a little more... motivated... than Charles Johnson.

Andrew Kelley is standing in the middle of the ring holding a mic.

Andrew Kelley: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we have a very special treat. Tonight we have the finals of the "Who wants to be Gigantus Awesomo's Manager?" contest. Before I explain the rules of this contest, I would like to ask that Mr. Gigantus Awesomo himself come down to the ring.

Suddenly "Original Fire" by Audioslave blares throughout the arena, and flames burst up through the stage. Suddenlly Gigantus Awesomo walks through the entrance, through the flames, and slowly down the aisle. He makes it to the ring, climbs the top rope, and walks over to Kelley. He then just stands there waiting to see what happens.

Andrew Kelley: Now... The rules... Their quite simple. There are 5 finalists, and they will all come down to the ring... Their mission, to convince Gigantus Awesomo here not to hit them... And that could be hard, because he's angry and he wants to kick some ass. The person to calm him down and convince him not to hit him or her, wins the contest and becomes the NEW MANAGER of GIGANTUS AWESOMO, with a full contract from the Legacy front office! Now... Without furher adieu... Our finalists.. You may have seen their videos on the website, but here is a quick reminder of everyone.

Blanche the Cheerleader comes up in Big bold letters on the screen.

Andrew Kelley: Blanche!

It then cuts to Blanche doing her cheer.

Blanche: Awesomo Awesomo, your the best,
Punch and kick him in the chest.
Beat him up and beat him good,
Kill that bastard... You know you should...
Awesomo awesomo, win this 'bout,
and when you do we'll scream and shout...
"Awesomo Awesomo, Gigantus and strong!!
He's as cool as the Mighty King Kong!"

GOOOOOOOOOOOO AWESOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The screen then fades and Wayne the cowboy comes up in big Letters.

Andrew Kelley: Wayne!

Then cuts to a sht of him hopping the fence and runs around a bull till he's able to climb on top of it. The bull then begins to throw him around but he holds on. After about 4 seconds he is thrown from the bull.

Wayne: That wasn't right.

Suddenly the bull blind sides Wayne and rams Wayne into the fence. Wayne is instantly knocked out, and the bull rams its horns into Waynes body. A few more men jump the fence trying to get the bull off, and eventually succeed. Wayne stands up, bloody and dazed. He raises his hands in triumph. The screen goes black again. In big gold letters reads "Shawn the Billionare son"

Andrew Kelley: Shawn!

It cuts to a shot of Shawn throwing money around and then him looking into the camera.

Shawn: Pick me... And you, too, could do this...

He throws money again.

The screen then fades out, and multi-colored letters come up spelling "Boinkers the Clown".

Andrew Kelley: Boinkers!?!?!

The screen then shows circus tent filled with people. Circus music begins to play throughout the tent, and a spotlight points at a door to the back. Suddenly Boinkers crashes through the scenery and stumbles to the ground. He gets up and adjusts his hat. He waves at all the fans, and trips. He finishes the trip with a roll. He then leaps to his feet, poses for a moment and then runs over to a trampoline. He leaps onto the trampoline and bounces into the air. He does a flip in the air, but misses the trampoline and falls onto his butt. The crowd laughs and he leaps to his feet. He then does a summersault, and then pulls out 4 pins. He starts to juggle 2 of them, and then moves to 3. and then moves to 4, and then juggles one on his foot, and 3 with his arms, and then 2 on his foot, and 2 in the arms, and then finally 3 on one foot, and 1 in his arms, and then his balances all 4 pins on his foot. The crowd cheers.

Andrew Kelley: And last but not least, a man who auditioned in person with The IBS consultants to their rave reviews and has been picked to get a 30 second head start.... Joe the PUPPET!!!!!

A puppet pops his head up onto the stage and waves at the audience.

Joe: Hi everyone!!!!!!

Andrew Kelley: If everyone could now come down to the ring... The contest has now officially started.

The other four contestants not already at the ring run down. Awesomo walks over to the puppet.

Joe: How are you! I'm fine.. I'''

Awesomo grabs the puppet and tosses it to the 5 row.

A hand slowly dissapears.

He turns around and Shawn gets to the ring first. Shawn pulls out a wad of 1000 dollar bills and throws it at Gigantu's feet. Giagntus cocks his head, picks up the money and throws it at Shawn's head, knocking Shawn down. Boinkers is the next to make it to the ring, big shoes and all.

Boinkers: Now... Gigantus... You don't wanna hit me... I can do this!

He begins to juggle, but not very long as Gigantus decides spear him into the corner turnbuckle.

Wayne is next. Gigantus gets up and stares at him. Wayne begins to circle him.

Wayne: It's just like riding a bull... Ride ya till you're tired out...

He then runs at Gigantus and tries to climb him, burt Gigantus catches him, picks him up and throws him outside of the ring. He thensees Boinkers come to, and he grabs one of the juggling balls, and shoves it into the mouth of Boinkers. Shawn then crawls over to grab his money, but Gigantus kicks him in the head. Blanche has finally made it down the ramp and she seductively climbs into the ring, showing some leg.

Blanche: Hey big man...

Gigantus starts to walk towards her, but she puts her hands up.

Blanche: No... wait... I wrote a new cheer for you!

He covers his ears, and scoots away, afraid to hear the cheer. he climbs out of the ring, and she thinks she won, until he granbs a steel chair and climbs back into the ring. Gigantus then gets her into a corner, and is about to hit her, when she flashes him. He stands there still for a moment, and after she puts her top back down, Awesomo "wakes up" and goes to slam the chair into her head, but Blanche starts to run. Before she gets all the way across the ring, she trips and falls hard down onto the mat. Awesomo shakes his head in disappointment and walks over to her, picks her up and prepares her for a powerbomb. Just then a mysterious black man with an Afro hops the steel guardrail, take a microphone from the time-keeper's table and gets into the ring. As he does so, he speaks into the mic.

Man: Hey man... Turn yo fat ass around!!!!!

Gigantus stops, and turns around. He is a little uneasy as to what he sees.

Man: What, man.... You look like you've seen a ghost!

Gigantus: Or.... Orlando?

Man: Hells ya man!

Gigantus drops the cheerleader down to the mat and then he then rushes over to Orlando and lifts him up by the throat.

Gigantus: Why the hell are you here???

Orlando: Let me go and I'll tell you!

Gigantus drops Orlando and he falls to the mat. He stands up as he rubs his throat.

Orlando: You need a manager! That's why my black ass got outta Georgia and came to save yo white ass...

Gigantus looks up, worried.... Orlando obviously giving something away...

Orlando: What you getting all upset about?

Gigantus: I...

Orlando: And furthermore, tell me... Why the hell you wearing that mask? You look ridiculous! I shoulda came earlier... What a mess you've made... Look at this...

He points at the EMTs helping away the contest losers.

Orlando: What do you think you'd prove by this? By wearing that silly mask? What have you proved? Proved that your a damn fool! You need me here. You can win that No Limits title! You NEED that No limits Title... Look at you... Your in the ring beating up cowboys and Cheerleaders, and clowns... And puppets.. That's disgraceful! Fucking pull it together man... I'm going to be yo manager... It worked the last time you needed a little help to get on track, and absolutely nothing is different this time... You'll see... You'll win that No Limits title... Be the goddamn best No Limits Champion anyone has ever seen! You have it in you...

Gigantus stands there defeated, letting all of Orlandos words sink in.

Orlando: But first... Before I can just go get you a shot at the no limits title.... We need to clean the mess you've made with the roster... Especially one man in particular... TIM JONES! That man is a menace, and doesn't care about anything... Just about finding out who you are and embarrasing you... We CAN'T let that happen! We CANT be the victom! We have to be the pedator! We have to make a statement! C'mon, let's go...

Orlando exits the ring and Gigantus Awesomo follows him as he walks up the ramp.

Orlando: We have to get rid of Tim Jones... And I mean soon! And then... Once that mess is cleaned up, you're clear and free go after that belt!!!! Now you're gonna win your match quick later tonight and we'll get out of here... We have lots of planning to do...

By this time, the two men are at the top of the ramp, and before Orlando can say anything else, a huge white giant comes out of the back, shoves him out of the way and NAILS Gigantus awesomo with a boot to the face. The crowd starts booing as they see Isaac Entragian drop Gigantus Awesomo violently onto the steel stage before he starts choking the life out of Awesomo. LEGACY officials and road agents come out from the back and try to pull Isaac off of Awesomo, but when they get him to stand up, Isaac just steps in and lays a few quick boots into the side and back of Awesomo, who has rolled over to try to minimize the damage he takes. Finally the officials are able to get in between Isaac Entragian and Gigantus Awesomo, and they force the albino monster backstage through the curtain while Orlando goes to check up on Awesomo.

Two brown leather Converse sneakers tapping together as they rest on top of Smith Cartwright's desk. We pan up to see khaki cargos. Pan up further, and see an old school "ICONs" t-shirt, and pan up further to see the very bored face of Loco Martinez. The crowd in attendence lets him have it. As Loco listens in, he sarcastically puts his hands to his ear. The boos get louder. He shrugs.

Loco Martinez: I've heard better.

The crowd is really letting him have it in the arena and Loco chuckles cockily. Enjoying tweaking the crowd. He looks at his watch and sighs impatiently... when the door finally opens and in steps Smith Cartwright. Smith jumps. Clearly surprised to see Loco Martinez. He pauses and composes himself.

Smith Cartwright: Loco. Didn't expect to see you here… mostly because you're suspended.

Loco Martinez: Technically I'm not allowed to wrestle. I can come and visit all my favorite LEGACY people, if I so desire. You know, John Thomas… Rocky Stellar… Dan Stein…

After the remark, Loco smirks, eliciting a loud booing chorus from the fans which echoes through the back corridors, and Smith looks on skeptically.

Smith Cartwright: Well, I'll have to check on that. But since you ARE here, may I ask... WHY?? I mean, other than just to visit with your friends…

Loco drops his feet to the floor and leans foward.

Loco Martinez: I think I'm ready to be reinstated.

Smith stares thinking there is more, but that's it. Loco leans back assured that he's made his point.

Smith Cartwright: Well... uhmmm... Have you gone to a sports psychologist yet like Rob said?

Loco shakes his head no.

Loco Martinez: Don't need to. I'm ready to fight. Ready to get back into a LEGACY ring. The Super Card... THAT was my therapy. I don't need a shrink. I can deal with things all by myself.

Smith takes in what Loco is saying, but then nods.

Smith Cartwright: I see. I appreciate your input. But you're not going anywhere near a LEGACY ring without the okay of a certified professional.

Smith walks around to the same side of the desk as Loco, pulls out a brief case. Pops it open, and removes a handful of business cards. He hands them to Loco.

Loco Martinez: What are these?

Smith Cartwright: Rob and I thought you'd come to see one of us eventually to try to get reinstated, and we figured you hadn’t gone to talk to anyone on your own. So we went ahead and put together a list of sports psychologists in the Philadelphia area. You'll report to one of these. You will see him or her twice a week. We've got permission to put a camera in with you two once a week, after the first three sessions. YOU will have say of what non wrestling information makes our airwaves. We will have a say of what wrestling related information makes our airwaves.

Smith pauses as Loco looks increasingly angry.

Smith Cartwright: Sorry, Loco. This is non-negotiable. When you're okayed by the psychologist to enter our ring. You're good. But you don't stop visits till we say its okay.

Loco takes a deep breath.

Loco Martinez: Bullshit.

Smith Cartwright: What did you say?

Loco stands up slowly and leans in close to Smith. He talks through gritted teeth... Smith clearly nervous.

Loco Martinez: BULL. SHIT! I'm going to go to one of these asses. Gonna sit down. Gonna get them to okay my return. Then? I'm going to HURT Dan Stein. Then I'm going to raise unholy hell. I'm not going to forget the... BULL. SHIT! This place has put me through. Remember that when I'm making a mockery of your "roster". Go ahead and keep the real talent on the bench, but YOU, and Legacy all realize....

Leans in intensely.

Loco Martinez: Its only a matter of time.

He crushes the business cards in his fist and storms out.

Mark Perletta: Our second match of the night featured competitors with two very different fighting styles.

Joey C: Yeah, namely that Ron Bailey HAS a fighting style, and Mostafa Bashir… just kinda tries to caveman his opponents unconscious.

Landon Savage: Normally I’d tell you to be careful about saying a thing like that about a guy as big as The Beast From Kandahar, but frankly I don’t think he cares about his fighting style.

Mark Perletta: From what I’ve seen from Mostafa Bashir, all he seems to care about is saving up money to send back to his family.

Joey C: Have you seen some of the hotels that Mostafa Bashir has been staying in?! I wouldn’t be caught dead in those places!

Landon Savage: Anything to save a buck, because saving a buck means an extra buck to send home to his family. I can respect where he’s coming from, I can respect what he’s doing, but I’d like to have a talk with the guy, because if he were to invest a little bit in a little training, he might win matches and get bigger pay days.

Mark Perletta: Well I can agree, a little bit of in-ring training could certainly benefit Mostafa Bashir, but he’s been improving with every match he gets.

Joey C: Well coming into this match, I think it was obvious to everyone that Mostafa Bashir needs to find a way to pick up victories, or he could find himself off the roster.

Mark Perletta: How did he do tonight? Let’s find out.

Start : Footage from the Match

As Mostafa Bashir moves back in on the attack, Ron Bailey nails him with a side kick to the hip, then turns and nails a roundhouse kick to the back of Mostafa’s leg. Taking Bashir by the arm, Ron irish whips his opponent into the corner, running in and following it up with a jumping knee that catches Mostafa in the middle of his chest. Ron holds his balance for a moment with one foot resting on the middle rope, and then he grabs Mostafa around the head and turns and heads towards the middle of the ring. As he goes for a bulldog attempt, however, Ron Bailey is grabbed around the waist by Mostafa Bashir, who then turns and DROPS Ron down onto his back hard.

Mark Perletta: A nice series of strikes there by Ron Bailey, but he’s just not able to follow up the combinations, as the strength of Mostafa Bashir comes into play, and he just drove Ron Bailey down hard onto his back with that modified belly to back drop suplex.

Landon Savage: The Beast from Kandahar showing a little tenacity now as he puts his knee down into Ron’s back, pulling him into an arched position now after grabbing him by the arms… This might not be the prettiest hold ever, but I sure wouldn’t want to be caught in it.

Joey C: That’s for damn sure, but then again, we’re not Ron Bailey, and Ron has the presence of mind to reach out and grab those ropes.

Mark Perletta: You might not like the way Ron Bailey conducts his business, but he does have good in-ring presence, that’s for certain.

The referee forces Mostafa Bashir to break up the hold, and this allows Ron Bailey to start getting back to his feet. When he does, however, Mostafa Bashir moves right back in and grabs Bailey around the waist, lifting him up off of his feet into a bearhug. Holding him up off the mat, Mostafa has the hold locked in tightly, squeezing the air out of Ron Bailey.

Landon Savage: If Ron doesn’t get out of this quick, it’s going to be lights out for him.

Joey C: There you go, Ron! Rake those eyes!

Trying to get out of the hold, Ron Bailey tries to rake his fingers into the eyes of his opponent, but Mostafa Bashir arches his head backwards and then slams it forwards, hitting Ron in the chest. That puts an end to Ron trying to pry at the eyes, so he goes at a different tactic. Twisting to the side slightly, Ron frees up one of his legs, which he arches back and then he starts firing knees into the rib area of his opponent, one after another. After the third knee to the ribs, Mostafa Bashir lets go of the hold he had locked in and Ron drops back down to the mat. Springing up off of his feet, Ron Bailey nails Mostafa Bashir with a kick to the back of the head.

Joey C: What a kick!!!

Mark Perletta: Mostafa looks to be a bit dazed… no, he shakes it off… HEADBUTT! Ron Bailey is down on the mat!

Reaching down, Mostafa Bashir grabs Ron Bailey and lifts him back up to his feet, taking a momentary pause to slow his breathing, and then he picks Bailey up and tries to set him onto his shoulder. Swinging his legs around, Ron Bailey gets his feet back down onto the mat, ending up behind Bashir, and then he drills Mostafa in the back of the neck with a hard elbow shot. Grabbing the big man around the neck, Ron arches his opponent back into a reverse ddt position, then swings him around and in one fluid motion drops down to the mat with a move that looks like a ddt, but once they hit the mat, Ron wraps his legs around Bashir’s torso.

Mark Perletta: That’s the omaplata submission combination that Ron Bailey calls the “Odds-On Favorite”, and I don’t think Mostafa Bashir is going to be able to get out of this!

Landon Savage: He’s struggling, but I think Mostafa’s just wasting energy, because Ron Bailey is NOT going to let this move go!

Mark Perletta: Bashir’s movements are getting slower… he seems to be fading… He’s not moving at all anymore… The referee checks consciousness…

Joey C: Mostafa fails once! And… he fails a second check! And here’s the third check… he’s out cold! Ring the bell!

Josephina Colbert: Here is the winner of this match as a result of a submission… Ron… Bailey!!!

Mark Perletta: Ron Bailey picks up the victory by submission, and while he was unable to defeat X-Calibur at the SuperCard with that omaplata, he certainly showed how effective it was here tonight.

Joey C: When he had it on X-Calibur at the SuperCard, he was too close to the ropes. Each week that goes by, Ron Bailey gets more "in-ring savvy", and that makes him very dangerous.

Landon Savage: I'm sure you can attribute some of that savviness to his friendship with John Thomas, who is probably helping Ron strategize some in-ring stuff. He's clearly already got the striking ability working well for him, and now if he can continue to figure out strategy, he's going to be very dangerous here in LEGACY.

Walking with a distinct purpose, Shinya Nori leads Katsuro Yoshida and Osamu Hayashi through the back halls of the arena. He knows exactly where he’s going, he knows how to get there, and the trip doesn’t take long. He finds the doorway he’s looking for, and before we can see whose name is on it, Shinya opens the door and holds it open as the rest of the Bushido Buntai walk into the locker room, which isn’t exactly empty. When the cameraman follows the trio into the locker room, we see both members of Domination stand up, getting out of the chairs they were sitting in, having not been expecting company. Shinya Nori looks at Venom and Rage and then he turns his attention towards Trent Logan, who was already standing when they entered the room.

Shinya Nori: Mr. Logan, I believe there is a misunderstanding that needs to be clarified.

Trent Logan: Misunderstanding, Mr. Nori? How can we have a misunderstanding, I don’t believe we’ve even been formally introduced yet.

Shinya Nori: And that may very well be the root of the problem. You don’t know me, you don’t know the Bushido Buntai… or you at least appear to not understand what we’re all about.

Trent gives a bit of an amused smile, although he senses the dissatisfaction emanating from Shinya.

Trent Logan: Is that so?

The stoic look on the face of Shinya Nori remains unchanged.

Shinya Nori: Maybe you thought that by interfering in our match at Strife 19 that you were doing us a favor, but that is not how we see it, and we did not appreciate your involvement. We like to earn all of our victories, and we did not earn the win against the Long Island Hardcore.

Trent Logan: That didn’t seem to keep your boy from taking the pinfall. In fact, you followed up on our “wake up call” to Long Island Hardcore quite well.

Shinya Nori: I assure you, had he been aware of what had happened, he would not have accepted the opportunity.

Logan shakes his head and looks back at the two monsters backing him up before responding.

Trent Logan: Nothing like looking a gift horse in the mouth, eh gentlemen? But, hey, if you want to cling to this notion of honor, good for you. I’m not going to tell you guys how to run your show, but here’s how I’m running my show. Long Island Hardcore dismissed us. Long Island Hardcore wouldn’t give us the time of day in spite of what you see standing behind me. So, those two punks needed to be brought down a peg or two, they needed to wake the hell up, and we used your match to do that. We did what we had to do to accomplish that. Our issue isn’t with Bushido Buntai, but sometimes you have to trample some toes to get to the head of the line.

Shinya Nori: We aren’t here looking for an apology, we’re just here to set things straight. People have been saying that they think the Bushido Buntai and Domination are in cahoots, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. We did not appreciate you getting involved in our affairs, we don’t intend on returning the favor, but let this stand as your official warning: if any of the three of you decide to meddle in our affairs ever again, our response will not be as civil.

Trent nods and looks back to Rage and Venom who looks change from icy glares into smiles at the “prospects” that Bushido Buntai are tossing out there to them. Logan turns back to Nori and crosses his arms.

Trent Logan: Oh, then let the record show that we are certainly not in league with each other, but the way I see it, our affairs - especially with Long Island Hardcore - will take us where we will. If you feel the need to ever respond to us in a “less civil” way, then, by all means, respond with your best. We welcome it.

Shinya remains stoic even in his response.

Shinya Nori: The Bushido Buntai were hoping to have a match on the next show, and so if Domination is not busy, we would be more than willing to get into the ring for some competition prior to things getting… “less civil”.

Trent Logan: Well, then Mr. Nori, then I think we have a match on the table. Next Strife, your two boys against these monsters standing behind me. We'll accept that challenge.

Without saying a word, Shinya Nori bows forward slightly, and then after standing back up straight, he leads the Bushido Buntai out of the locker room.

The momentary calm on STRIFE 20 is broken up when a voice calls out over the sound system, ringing in the theme song of one of LEGACY’s young rising stars…

“That’s Why I Say Hey Man Nice Shot!”

The “Above Average” remix of Filter’s hit song blasts in through the speakers and all eyes turn to the entrance ramp. Walking out slowly with the aid of crutches, when John Thomas steps out from the back with a padded neck brace on, the booing reaction the fans were giving him dies down significantly, though it doesn’t go away completely. They seem surprised to see him wearing an Indianapolis Colts jersey instead of the white three-piece suit he has been wearing as of late.

When he gets to the bottom of the ramp, he slowly makes his way up the steel steps, cautiously moving down the apron before ducking under the top rope, pulling his crutches in after him, standing gingerly until he can use them to support himself. Once inside, he limps across the ring and looks out at Josephina Colbert, who hops up onto the apron and hands him the microphone, a warm smile on her face. John gives her a little smile back, stopping as he cringes in pain, holding onto his neck, returning to the middle of the ring as his music fades under.

John Thomas: Look at me. Look at what I’ve become.

He pauses for a moment, apparently fighting back a tear.

John Thomas: It wasn’t long ago that all of you… you all loved me. You cheered for me. You supported me. I was your golden boy, and I worked my ASS off for you. For each and every one of you.

For a moment, he pauses and John hangs his head, then looks up.

John Thomas: And now… now look at you all. Look at what goes on.

He shakes his head.

John Thomas: At Brick by Brick, in this ring… I did everything I could to defend myself against a guy who wasn’t giving me an OUNCE of respect, not even after I fought my way up through this business, he wasn’t giving me any more respect than the guys who are out there in the crowd right now making sure that you, the fans, don’t sit in the wrong section. Those guys in the yellow shirts with “CSC Staff” written on them… they got just as much respect from Crash as I got. He hadn’t been inside a wrestling ring in years, and he gets in this ring again… he gets his shoulders pinned to the mat by a rookie who isn’t worthy of carrying his dufflebag despite having gained himself quite a following through working his ass off for all of you… and you STILL cheer for that guy.

He stops and shakes his head again in disbelief and disgust.

John Thomas: He does this to me… and again, you cheer for him. He finally starts to have respect for me… giving me that… that speech after the match… and you all love him for that, too. You overlook what it took for him to finally get there…

It almost looks like John can’t continue, so upset and pissed off.

John Thomas: After I beat Crash at Brick by Brick, he got it in his mind that he wasn’t going to give up hope on a rematch. He set his mind to it and finally convinced someone that, despite being beaten FAIRLY inside this ring, he deserved a rematch. They booked the match, I showed up, and Crash gets a LUCKY victory by catching me off guard and somehow finding a way to put me into a submission move that I TOTALLY wasn’t expecting from him. He gets the lucky victory, and ever since our match in Jacksonville, I’ve had people telling me that I should be the one asking for a rematch. They know I’d beat Crash again if we got that third match, and so do I.

He no longer seems as upset, a look of determination glowing in his eyes.

John Thomas: If I went to the front office and told them that I wanted to face Crash at the upcoming pay per view to show people once and for all that I’m the better man, they’d book it in a SECOND. A third match would be on its way, and all of you out there could salivate over the idea.

The excitement level grows amongst the crowd and John pauses to let it grow a little bit.

John Thomas: But it’s not going to happen.

The bottom drops out of the excitement and it’s replaced by some booing.

John Thomas: I’m not like Crash. I’m not a cry-baby. I don’t NEED that third match to find out who the better man is. I AM THE BETTER MAN. I AM THE BETTER WRESTLER. I don’t NEED proof of that. I don’t need to waste my time with him anymore. I need a new challenge.

Bow down, bitches

The sharp vocal over the public announce system cuts through the air like a knife through flesh as the crowd is actuated into a curious frenzy.

The LEGEND has ARRIVED

With that second sharp vocal a familiar guitar riff fills the atmosphere. It’s bass is heavy, its pace if quick, and the drumming is constant as "Jambi" by Tool cuts through the airwaves. The song initiates after the first couple minutes of slow build-up to where the guitar and drumming get good and heavy, and instantaneously the audience roar and cheer for the man that’s about to step through the curtains.

John Thomas looks unblinkingly as X-Calibur steps through with a grin across his face. Through the deafening roar of the crowd and the heavy metal music, John Thomas sort of goes, "Dammit" and turns away from the aisle entrance with a frustrated look on his face.

Mark Perletta: Be careful what you wish for, JT.

Joey C: John looks none too happy with X-Calibur showing up, and can you blame him? The man who just CHEATED his way to victory at the SuperCard over his good friend Ron Bailey, is sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.

Mark Perletta: Please, Joey. X beat Bailey fair and square in one hell of a match-up. And in X’s defense, John stuck HIS nose where it didn’t belong when X was trying to deal with Bailey’s personal issues against him.

Joey C: That’s it. Run to X-Calibur’s defenses, just like you always do.

Mark Perletta: I am sick of playing “good announcer / bad announcer” with you Joey. You’re ridiculous.

Joey C: Whatever.

Landon Savage: GUYS... enough. X is out here and things are about to get interesting.

Wearing an American Eagle tight black beater with a white Æ ligature symbol down the middle that shows off his muscular physique and various tattoos and battle scars, along with a stylish pair of faded blue boot-cut jeans and of course a tan pair of what is most likely Timberlands, X-Calibur "bumps fists" with all the outstretched hands all the way down the aisle without turning away from John Thomas once. After a few moments, he reaches the steel post and steps and looks out at everyone roaring their lungs off in the crowd.

Mark Perletta: Man, these people LOVE this guy.

Landon Savage: And X knows it too. Look at that trademark smirk on his face. I’m not sure if that’s from the people or from his victory at the SuperCard.

Mark Perletta: Probably both.

As X-Calibur steps up onto the apron, he nods his head in the direction of the time-keeper's table and then gets into the ring. He walks right past John Thomas, taking his eyes off of him for a moment as he walks to the far corner and takes a microphone from one of the LEGACY officials standing out there, and his music fades under.

X-Calibur: Did I just hear someone say they needed a "new challenge"?

The crowd pops hard as X-Calibur says this right in the face of John Thomas. Smirking devilishly with his shoulder length dark hair half-hanging in front of his face, X continues on before John Thomas can do anything.

X-Calibur: Was that you, John? Did YOU just say YOU needed a new challenge?

X nods at these almost rhetorical questions he keeps throwing at John Thomas..

X-Calibur: Well, after all the things your mouthy running buddy Ron Bailey had to say about me since I set foot in LEGACY... I beat him in the middle of the ring. Just like I said I would... so now that he’s out of the way and chewing that on that big slice of reality, I guess that makes me "available", John.

Some of the crowd marks out, while some of them remain listening intently, as X gets even closer to JT’s face.

X-Calibur: I mean, you were practically BEGGING for the chance to step into the ring with me anyway. The way you stuck your nose in my business and shit... so I think it’s only fair game for me to stick my boot up your ASS.

John rolls his eyes and lifts his microphone up to his face and speaks before X can continue.

John Thomas: I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself, there, X. I don’t know what kind of fantasy world you’re living in, but I’m not one of those guys who walks around salivating at the chance to carry some over-rated veteran’s jock, no matter how much you or Crash wish that were the case…

John shakes his head and continues.

John Thomas: I don’t know where you get the idea that I’ve been looking for a shot to get you into the ring, and as far as my sticking my nose in your business? You’re clearly delusional.

Apparently X-Calibur finds something amusing, as he lets out a chuckle after hearing John’s comment.

X-Calibur: Delusional and over-rated, you say? Am I now? You should ask Ron to remind you where that kind of thinking got him…

X continues smirking when all of a sudden, X gets a look on his face as if he just remembered something, though he embellishes the look as he reaches into his jeans, never breaking eye contact with John Thomas... and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles!

X-Calibur: Wait, weren’t you… looking for something?

A large portion of the crowd gets excited when they see the weapon in X’s hand, but John Thomas… he doesn’t look excited. Not at all.

John Thomas: Wait… where…

X finishes the thought.

X-Calibur: …where did I get these? Don’t you remember the 3-on-1 thing a few weeks back? You…

X holds up one finger.

X-Calibur: … Ron…

He holds up another finger.

X-Calibur: … and your little friend here.

X smirks as he holds up a third finger, and John starts looking upset… and worried.

John Thomas: So… how’s it going to be? You pull those out of your pocket to use them, or is this some sort of bizarre “Lost and Found” ?

X laughs again, almost assuredly loving John’s uneasy position.

X-Calibur: Use them? On a crippled person? Nah, John. I’m not like that. I just wanted you to know that I have what you were looking for... what you used against my good friend Crash and tried to use on me... in my possession. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t do dastardly things for the benefit of some cheap heat like a lot of people I know around here would. I would NEVER use brass knuckles on a cripple...

X grins.

X-Calibur: ... unless that cripple gave me a very good reason to.

X looks at John, cocking his head.

X-Calibur: Are you giving me a reason to, John?

After a tense staredown for a very long moment, X gets the idea that John isn’t going to do anything, so the smirk returns to his face and he turns and starts to leave the ring. As X nears the ropes, John takes one of his crutches, lifting it up, pulling it back like a baseball bat. He hobbles a step forward… and that’s all the warning X-Calibur needs, and he turns around to see John Thomas with the crutch still over his shoulder, getting ready to strike.

John stops in his tracks and X starts walking towards him. Slowly. Step by step. John lowers the crutch, leaning over and leaning both of them against the top rope. He puts up his hands, showing a sign of temporary surrender. X stops, waits, and then turns around and starts heading out of the ring. As John reaches over towards his crutch, X-Calibur puts his hands together, sliding on the brass knucks… and then he swings around and NAILS John Thomas in the jaw, laying him flat out on the mat, out cold, getting a HUGE pop from the crowd. X smirks and then heads out of the ring and walks up the ramp with the cheering fans on either side of the ramp.

Wandering around, one hand plastered to his forehead, Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith talkes to himself as he makes his way through the back halls of the arena.

Crazy Boy: Okay this is getting very annoying now. First, I had to beg just to be on the SuperCard and even then I really didn’t get the match I wanted. Now I am not on the Strife 20 card.

He shakes his head.

Crazy Boy: This is getting highly HIGHLY annoying. Everyone knows that I am one of the fastest rising superstars in Legacy, and Mr. Belote has the nerve to leave me off the card…. Again!?

He stops and appears to be about to flip out.

Crazy Boy: I can NOT have this! Where is Mr. Belote at? I must get this tragedy resolved!

Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith continues walking down the hallways of the arena, trying to find the president and owner of Legacy, Rob Belote. He is searching high and low for him, trying to see if he can get himself on the card for this week. As he turns a corner, he bumps into someone he wishes he didn’t see… Smith Cartwright.

Crazy Boy: Hey, Smith. Where’s Mr. Belote at? I really need to talk to him.

Smith looks up and shakes his head.

Smith Cartwright: He’s not here. He’s away on business. Just like he is most weeks.

Crazy Boy sighs in frustration and starts to walk away, but then turns back around.

Crazy Boy: Tell him that I am looking for him if you see him. I really need to talk to him about being put on the card.

Tyrone walks away and Smith Cartwright continues to stand still.

Smith Cartwright: He’s… not here. He doesn’t usually come to STRIFE… and if you wouldn’t have just walked away, you’d know that, and you’d know that you don’t need to keep looking for him.

After letting out a sigh, Smith Cartwright walks off.

Mark Perletta: Our third match of the night was our only tag team contest of STRIFE 20, and for a lot of people, this match was all about Long Island Hardcore trying to get back on track coming off of a loss at the SuperCard where they lost their match to the Bushido Buntai.

Joey C: Yeah, largely due to the interference of the team Domination. In fact, COMPLETELY due to the interference of Domination.

Mark Perletta: We found out earlier tonight that Domination wasn’t interfering on behalf of Bushido Buntai, and in fact, two weeks from tonight, on STRIFE 21, those two teams will face off against one another.

Landon Savage: Yeah, Marky, we heard about that a few minutes ago, but let’s get back on track, with the match we’re getting PAID to talk about, shall we? This match, yeah, it is partially about what Long Island Hardcore is going through, it’s also about what Allen Franks and Jerry Starr are trying to do.

Mark Perletta: Well a few weeks ago, Allen Franks and Jerry Starr teamed up for the first time, and while they weren’t able to beat Domination, they did show considerable promise in that match. Here in their match tonight, even from the early goings of this match, they continued to show progress as a tag team.

Joey C: They seemed to be on the same page, which is better for them than what I thought was going to happen.

Mark Perletta: Quite a few people I’ve talked to are not even sure that Jerry Starr and Allen Franks even really like each other, but their styles mesh nicely, and this was a very competitive match.

Start : Footage from the Match

Starr and Franks start seizing control for the first time in the match, as both men pummel each side of CJ Nelson’s head with close fisted shots. Banging his head back and forth like a pinball caught in the bumpers, CJ drops to one knee. Franks roars out to the crowd with excitement as the adrenaline pumps fast in his veins. Starr meanwhile, stomps on CJ’s toes and digs deep into CJ’s eyes with a nasty gouge.

Mark Perletta: Starr and Franks are showing some aggressive unity here.

Joey C: You mean Jerry Starr is. He’s carrying this team.

Landon Savage: Look at Jared Walsh on the outside. I guess he’s still shaken up from the nasty double baseball slide dropkick that Starr and Franks nailed earlier.

As the referee starts admonishing Franks to exit the ring as he is not the legal man, Starr taunts his much larger opponent with some degrading gestures and a straight up slap to the head. Suddenly, CJ Nelson stands up wide eyed, and wraps his large hands around the neck of Starr. With both arms he lifts Starr into the air in a choke, then falls to the mat with a sit-down chokebomb.

Mark Perletta: Starr could be out from that one. What a chokebomb.

Joey C: Come on Starr! Don’t let that big bench throwing goof throw you around...

Not giving Jerry Starr a chance to breathe, Nelson grabs Starr’s arm as he lays on the mat. He pulls him up off the mat and starts slapping him around in retaliation for the slaps Starr gave to him. Then, in one quick motion, the Long Island monstrosity pulls with great force on the arm of Starr and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Nelson uses his own scary strength and Starr’s momentum to heave Starr sickeningly high up into the air. Instead of flipping forward into a back body drop, Starr’s limbs flail out of control, and on the way down Nelson falls with Starr, tucking Starr’s head under his arm into a CRUSHING spike DDT!

Nelson goes for a cover, but Franks is there with a kick to the back of the head. The referee warns Frank of a disqualification, and Franks promptly steps back onto the apron.

Mark Perletta: You have to believe that this one would’ve been over had Franks not been there for the save. That move was absolutely brutal.

Joey C: Damn Franks and his underhanded tactics.

Landon Savage: Haha, like Starr’s eye gouging and back raking has been honorable.

Nelson begins clawing his large frame to the other side of the ring, as Starr manages to suck up the pain inflicted from the two high impact maneuvers and crawl his body over towards Franks who seems to be more than ready for action. A slap of some skin on opposite corners, and Walsh and Franks step in with fists of fury.

Franks and Wash trade some fists, but it doesn’t take long for the fired up Franks to gain the upper hand. Fist after fist, Franks nails Walsh repeatedly until eventually the Long Island opportunist falls to the mat. Allen Franks signals to the crowd for something, and Franks starts climbing to the top rope. Just before Franks takes a dive, Starr shouts “wait” at Franks and motions to the other turnbuckle. Franks keeps himself perched on top, waiting as Starr asked, when suddenly Starr starts ascending to the top rope. Before either men made a leap down on Walsh though, CJ Nelson runs full speed ahead on the apron and SMASHES his boot into the jaw of Jerry Starr which knocks him down onto his own manager Carl.

Mark Perletta: Looks like “Calgary” Carl wasn’t paying attention to what Star was doing, there.

Joey C: Carl, you’re killing me!

Landon Savage: Probably dreaming about World of Warcraft again.

Finally, with Walsh still down on the mat, Franks sees the opportunity and takes it. He leaps with his arms outstretched in perfect senton bomb form, when Jared Walsh moves out of the way just in the nick of time. Franks lands hard on his back in the middle of the ring, as Walsh was seemingly playing possum. Walsh up on his feet again, and this time it is he who ascends the turnbuckles all the way to the top. Walsh leaps, and connects BOTH legs across Franks’ body!

Joey C: What the hell do you call that one?

Mark Perletta: Well, best way to describe that one is probably a modified guillotine leg drop in a chairless Arabian Facebuster form.

Landon Savage: Works for me. And by the looks of it, it’s working for Long Island Hardcore.

With Starr down and out, Walsh hooks the leg and the referee makes the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners... LONG... ISLAND... HAAAAAAAAAAAARDCOOOOOOOOOORE!!!

Mark Perletta: And so just like most people thought they would, Long Island Hardcore gets back on track with a win here tonight against Allen Franks and Jerry Starr.

Joey C: Nelson and Walsh know what they're doing inside that ring, they are more than capable of winning any match they're put into, and it's only a matter of time before they start getting the respect they deserve for the talent they've got.

Landon Savage: They're a great team, take nothing away from them, but would they be able to defeat the Syndicate? I don't know about that...

Backing out of Smith Cartwright's office, Mirage closes the door behind him. Shuffling some papers Cartwright must have given him, Mirage straightens them out and folds them in half. Just as he turns around to walk away, some... strange... guy, is right up in his face. A surprised, yet disgusted look comes over Mirage's face...and the crowd actually pops for...Pat Reynolds?

Pat Reynolds: Marcus, Marcus Mirage? I know you don't know me, and there's really no reason that you would since I'm new around here. I don't want an autograph, my wall's full o' NASCAR drivers press photos that I've got signed... I was just hopin' that maybe you'd get in the ring with me, give me a chance to wrassle with a true veteran like yourself.

Sensing that Mirage might have the wrong idea about what he's gettin' at, Pat holds up his hand to say "wait", and then he continues explaining before Mirage can do or say anything.

Pat Reynolds: Now I know it wouldn't be a title shot or nothin', 'cause I def'nitley don't deserve a World title shot, and come to think of it, I don't even know if you could really even defend that thing, seeing as how it's not one of LEGACY's titles...

Pat Reynolds looks to have confused himself, and after pausing for a moment to figure it out, he continues.

Pat Reynolds: Anyway, I just thought it might be good for me to see how I match up against ya. I know you turned Justin Moreno down two weeks ago, but I figured that was somethin' personal or whatever. I don't know you, you don't know me, so I figure maybe you'd be willing to give 'er a shot? It'd be a good chance to get loose for a bigger opponent, ya know? Shake the ring rust or whatever they call it.

Mirage moves his head back slightly as if to get out of Reynolds face...thoroughly confused and half wanting to laugh, Mirage figures out nothing better to do than to simply shake his head and say it like it is...

Mirage: I turned down Moreno because he's a moron, I thought made that pretty clear. Besides... I'm a very busy person, as you could imagine, and I'm gonna have to turn you down because you're in special Ed... orsomething... and I'm sure there's something in my contract that restricts me from fighting... well, people like yourself.

With that, Mirage just walks away, turning back as he walks to make sure this crazy idiot isn't following him. Standing there alone, attempting to process what Mirage just said, Pat Reynolds scratches his head...

Pat Reynolds: What the hell?! My name ain't even Ed...but at least he called me special and not no moron.

The house lights in the arena dim and red spotlights shine down onto the rampway while red strobelights flash all around the rest of arena. In coordination with the lighting change, “The Mirror” by Dream Theater hits the speakers, and a moderate level of booing starts to roll through the crowd. When James Win steps out through the curtain wearing his shiny gold outfit with one half of the LEGACY World Tag Team Championship belts around his waist, the booing increases significantly. About ten feet behind James Win is Gryffin Anselm, and as he steps through the curtain the booing increases even more. Not phased by the reaction, Anselm adjusts the World Tag Team Championship on his shoulder and just follows The All Star down the ramp towards the ring. About ten feet behind Anselm, the third member of the Syndicate Hendrickson Tyler slowly follows the tag team champions down the ramp.

Mark Perletta: I was wondering how long it was going to take before these guys showed up. Silly me, I was thinking they might not show up tonight and maybe we’d get a reprieve until STRIFE 21, but I guess not.

Landon Savage: You’re getting to see the best tag team in the industry, Perletta, you should feel LUCKY tonight.

Mark Perletta: I should feel lucky because they decided they wanted to take up time on tonight’s STRIFE to brag about their mediocre victory at the SuperCard?

Landon Savage: A successful title defense is an accomplishment, Perletta, and the only other champion capable of doing that at the SuperCard was Diego de Cardenas. Furthermore, from what I understand, they’re not just out here to brag, they have official business to take care of.

Mark Perletta: Here we go again…

After having taken their time to get down the ramp, the Syndicate gets into the ring and James Win DEMANDS the microphone from Josephina Colbert. Once she hands him the microphone, he walks over towards the middle of the ring and holds up his hand, the music fading under, but the booing continues. Win looks frustrated, and so Gryffin walks over and takes the microphone from him to address the crowd.

Gryffin Anselm: Boo all you want, we’re not starting until you quiet down, and thankfully we’ve got all night.

The intensity of the booing grows a bit as Anselm smirks, and then it starts to die down as The All Star is handed the mic from Gryffin. Once it gets to a low level, James Win lifts the microphone.

The All Star: Thank you, thank you, your great ovation in show of appreciation for the Syndicate has not gone unnoticed by you, the wonderful crowd who always shows their appreciation here at the great Florida State University!

The intensity of the booing increases significantly from the University of Florida Gator crowd as their rival school is mentioned. Win waits for a moment, then continues.

The All Star: As you all saw, the Syndicate went into a very VERY tough match at the SuperCard, and just as was predicted, Fast Times bonded together and proved to be stiff competition. It took two weeks worth of rigorous training, but the Syndicate had just enough to get the job done, and the tag titles… they’re still right where they belong.

After tapping the faceplate of his championship belt around his waist, James Win reaches over and hands Gryffin Anselm the microphone.

Gryffin Anselm: I haven’t had the chance to tell them this face to face yet, but I am proud as hell of Jimmy Smith and Patty Reynolds. Those two guys went through so much adversity, with so many people telling them they were going to completely fall on their faces, and they put up a hell of a fight. That match in Jacksonville… it’s one I’ll never forget.

Having to keep himself from laughing, Anselm pauses for a moment. Once he is composed, Gryffin starts up again.

Gryffin Anselm: But now that the match with Fast Times has come and gone, the process starts once again. Once again we’ll go back to the tapes, analyzing hours and hours of footage, old and new, trying to figure out who the true Number One Contender tag team should be for these championship belts. With our selection of Fast Times for the SuperCard, I think our track record of talent scouting speaks for itself, and all of you can rest assured that you’re in good hands.

Suddenly a voice calls out over the public address system.

Voice: What is this, an Allstate commercial?

Every set of eyes in the arena dart towards the top of the entrance ramp, including the three sets of eyes from inside the ring, and a huge wave of excitement rumbles through the crowd as Jake Dominion steps out through the curtain, wearing a three piece black Armani suit with a black and silver pinstriped shirt, holding a microphone in his hands. When the excitement settles down, Jake continues.

Jake Dominion: You don’t REALLY think I’m going to stand back and let you and Golden Shower Boy commit another travesty of justice, do you?

Waiting for only a moment, Jake then continues.

Jake Dominion: Rhetorical question. No need to answer. You see, I’ve been making it obvious to anyone who’s, well, anyone who’s at least as smart as any of the three of you standing in the ring that what happened at Brick by Brick when you took out Wolfson… that’s not something I’m taking lightly. Two weeks ago, I started my in-ring revenge on the Syndicate. Now clearly I’m not going to be satisfied just by knocking the Jolly Green Giant’s teeth down his throat. No, I’ve still got two of you left to go, so why not just kill two birds with one stone?

Gryffin holds up a hand and interrupts.

Gryffin Anselm: Look, I know you took it real bad that your buddy’s got a little injury, but in case you didn’t notice, we’ve got CHAMPIONSHIP BUSINESS to take care of, so your “revenge tour”… it’s going to have to wait.

Dominion smirks.

Jake Dominion: Having been a champion just as often in my career as you have in yours, I can appreciate what you’re saying, Will, I really can, but the business I’m talking about… it’s the same business you’re talking about. You see, because of the rematch clause in that match we had at Brick by Brick, I'm entitled to a shot at regaining those belts. I talked to the front office, and because Eric Wolfson is on the shelf indefinitely, they’re letting me pick a partner of my choosing to stand in my corner and take this tag title shot with me.

Gryffin looks to be getting angry, but he doesn’t say anything.

Jake Dominion: There’s at least two guys in the back who I considered asking to partner up on this with me, but the first guy I talked to about it seemed to be so enthusiastic about wanting to help me out that he made my decision real easy.

Jake lowers the mic and “Here Comes The Pain” by Slayer hits the speakers and the excitement builds up amongst the crowd, popping up a notch in intensity as Crash walks out from the back, wearing his signature tshirt. He steps up next to Dominion, who hands him a microphone, and when the music fades under, Crash starts.

Crash: Everything I felt like I needed to do with John Thomas is done. Because it's over with, now I'm free to turn my attention elsewhere. The thought of bringing home the tag team gold wasn't what really got me going...

Crash pauses a moment.

Crash: What really got me going was how when I watched and saw my friend, Eric Wolfson, taken out at Brick-by-Brick. I'm old school. Way I see it, you beat a man, that’s it. You don't purposely hurt him. Not during a match, and not after. It happens, though. When it does, do ya brag about it? No. I'm like you Gryffin, I'm from a big city. In big cities, we got teams, gangs. When you take a member of the gang out, another one steps up in his place.

Jake Dominion: Right about now, guys, you should be thanking us. We’re saving you the time and effort of having to watch all those tapes, because we’ve just filled your pay per view dance card for you.

It’s clear that Jake is done, and “Whatever” by Godsmack hits the speakers and both Jake Dominion and Crash head backstage.

Mark Perletta: Dating back to STRIFE 14, Gigantus Awesomo hasn’t lost a match in nearly 4 months, going all the way back to when he lost to Dan Stein in a shot at the Tao of Valor Championship. That loss was his first and only loss while in this company.

Joey C: Before anyone starts pretending like Gigantus Awesomo is some great competitor, let’s just hold on for a second. We don’t know who’s behind the mask, maybe he’s just some average guy on a good run lately…

Landon Savage: I’ve grown tired of trying to guess who’s underneath the masked of individuals who try to hide their identities, but what I do know is that because of the attack he suffered earlier tonight, Gigantus Awesomo’s chances of keeping up his streak went way down.

Joey C: Let’s be honest, he’s going up against Matt Towers, who is COMPLETELY undefeated here, not just on a good streak. Gigantus Awesomo was already in danger of losing this match, the last thing he needed was a beating at the hands of Isaac Entragian less than an hour before stepping into the ring with his giant.

Mark Perletta: Matt Towers was phenomenal two weeks ago, beating two individuals at the SuperCard. Despite his near dominance since his arrival in LEGACY, Matt Towers didn’t dominate this match here tonight.

Landon Savage: I have to admit, I was surprised at how Gigantus Awesomo battled against Towers in this match, and he almost didn’t look injured.

Joey C: But he was injured, and he was lucky he was in the ring against Matt Towers. Although the big man is good at inflicting damage, he didn’t seem to be targeting any one particular spot.

Mark Perletta: I wonder whether the reappearance of an ex-girlfriend not too long ago is possibly causing him to be a little distracted. Either way, the match was a hard fought one from both competitors. Let’s take a look.

Start : Footage from the Match

Reaching back, Awesomo fires in with a hard right hand that catches Towers off guard., following it up with a second one that rocks the big man back a few steps, though he maintains his footing. As Gigantus Awesomo steps in, Matt Towers reaches back and nails Awesomo with a clubbing blow to the shoulder. A second one drops Awesomo down to a knee. Before Towers can follow it up, however, Awesomo powers forward and drives his head into the gut of Matt Towers, doubling the big man over.

Joey C: Oh man, this is quite possibly the first time I’ve ever seen Matt Towers get shaken during a match here in LEGACY!

Mark Perletta: Matt Towers unsteady on his feet, and if Gigantus Awesomo can capitalize on this, he might have a shot at winning this match!

Gigantus Awesomo backs up a few steps, turns, and runs full steam into the ropes. After bouncing off, Awesomo leaps up off his feet, launching himself towards Matt Towers, drilling him with his shoulder and taking him down to the mat with the flying shoulder block. The fans get excited as Towers is taken down to the mat, and Gigantus gets to his feet and puts his hands into the air in a sign of victory.

Landon Savage: Keep in on him, you idiot!!

Mark Perletta: Awesomo going back to work on his opponent with a series of kicks to the sternum after a brief celebration…

Landon Savage: A celebration that might cost him the match if he’s not careful…

After laying into his opponent with some kicks, Awesomo gets back to his feet, stepping back a step before falling forwards and nailing a falling headbutt to the sternum of Matt Towers. Getting back to his feet, Awesomo moves over to the corner, sits up onto the top rope, standing on the second rope, and then he propels himself off the middle turnbuckle, flying off and connecting with a splash down onto Towers! Instead of staying on top of him and going for the pinfall, Awesomo rolls over, moving away from his opponent, holding his chest.

Mark Perletta: It looks like Gigantus Awesomo just re-injured himself with that move, and this is where I’m going to start getting disappointed. Were it not for the attack earlier tonight, Gigantus Awesomo would be in a good position to win this match right here, and I’m not necessarily siding with Awesomo over Matt Towers, but I just want to see a fairly contested match, and this… this isn’t fair to Awesomo.

Landon Savage: Fair or not, we get what we get, and this is what’s happening, so you’re just going to have to deal with it, Perletta.

On the outside, Awesomo’s manager, Orlando, seems a bit worried over what is transpiring, and he tries to start motivating Awesomo by talking to him from the outside. Towers is first back to his feet, shaking the cobwebs loose and trying to get back into the match. Although hurting, Awesomo struggles and gets to his feet as well, when Towers notices this, he gets a determined look on his face, takes a few steps forward and then SHOCKS the crowd as he leaps off of his feet and takes Gigantus Awesomo down with a dropkick!

Joey C: Are you kidding me?!

Mark Perletta: Normally a dropkick isn’t something to be amazed by, but Matt Towers isn’t a normal guy! We just saw a dropkick from a 450 pound, 7 foot tall guy!!

Landon Savage: I didn’t know it was part of his arsenal of moves, but seeing him work inside that ring, I’m not surprised! Matt Towers is more agile than you’d expect for a guy his size, and while that wasn’t the best dropkick I’ve ever seen, he got up off that mat and drilled Gigantus Awesomo!

Mark Perletta: A very impressive move there, and… hold on a second, what’s this all about?

Joey C: That’s the girl we saw from Towers’ promotional video this past week, his ex-girlfriend Nicole! What’s she doing…?

Towers’ girlfriend Nicole comes down the ramp, much to the surprise of Matt Towers, and on her way she takes a chair from the front row, setting it up at the bottom of the ramp and sitting down in it. A bit distracted by his ex-girlfriend’s presence, Towers momentarily forgets there’s a match going on, and he doesn’t notice as Gigantus Awesomo gets up off the mat. Awesomo moves in and goes for a clubbing blow onto Towers, but the move only drops Matt down to a knee. Getting back up, Matt grabs Awesomo by the wrist and throws Awesomo into the ropes with an irish whip. On the return, Towers goes for a clothesline, but Gigantus ducks underneath it and keeps running. When Awesomo hits the ropes, he stops his momentum by hooking his arms over the top rope, stopping himself on the side of the ring where Nicole is standing on the outside. Spotting an opportunity, Nicole gets up, picks up her chair and swings it towards the ring, trying to hit Awesomo.

Mark Perletta: Gigantus Awesomo stepping away from those ropes just in time, and he nearly got hit from a chair by Matt Towers’ ex-girlfriend!

Landon Savage: Now Orlando sees what’s going on, and he’s going to make sure she doesn’t get involved.

Joey C: I think Awesomo finally realizes what almost happened.

Turning back to the action, Awesomo decides to go for an impact maneuver and he sprints over with everything he’s got, going for a spear… but Matt Towers sidesteps it and DRILLS a double ax-handle down into the back of his opponent! As Awesomo struggles to get back to his feet, Matt Towers reaches down and grabs Awesomo by the throat, getting him completely back up to his feet, then lifting him into the air, turning quickly and DRIVING Awesomo down into the mat.

FALLING TOWERS!!

Hooking a leg, Towers goes for the pinfall…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Josephina Colbert: And here is your winner as a result of a pinfall…. Mmmmmatt… Towers!!!

Mark Perletta: That frustrates me, it really does. Matt Towers is a talented individual, a gifted and special young man, but he shouldn't have taken the win this way.

Joey C: What else did you want him to do, Marky? It's not Matt Towers' fault that Gigantus Awesomo got attacked earlier tonight, and it's definitely not his fault that his ex-girlfriend, who he wants NOTHING to do with, came out and tried to lend a helping hand.

Landon Savage: Matt Towers got the victory, albeit a slightly tainted one, and you can bet that sooner or later we're going to see these two in the ring with one another yet again, and next time I wonder if we'll see the same result.

Standing in front of a LEGACY banner with a microphone in his hand is Smith Cartwright.

Smith Cartwright: The talent roster in LEGACY has grown considerably in the past couple months, and now it's my pleasure to help introduce you all to one of the newest additions, Alexander Harmston.

The camera zooms out to show Harmston, smiling wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans, standing a few feet to the left of Smith.

Smith Cartwright: Welcome to LEGACY, Alex. You made a bit of a wave when you came in completely unannounced on the supercard.

Alex Harmston: Thanks for introducing me, but you're already wrong. Unannounced? How so? I was the one that Rob was planning on introducing. Willmott just came in and stole someone else's thunder, like he always does.

Smith Cartwright: So there's definitely a history between you and Ray?

Alex Harmston: Ray Willmott and Alex Harmston have a history? Perish the thought.

Harmston grins, then continues.

Alex Harmston: Ray and I have been at each other's throats for the last five years, on and off. Back in New York State, we hated each other. In the NWF? Yeah, we took each other on constantly. I beat him every single time except for once. In SHOOT, they were scared to put me against him. They wanted to protect their "Main Eventer", when they had someone even more capable of main eventing than he is, in "The Foundation", Alex Harmston.

Smith Cartwright: So why are you here then?

Alex Harmston: Why is everyone else here? We're here because we want competition. We're here to prove that we're the best. Personally, I'm here to prove that crossover stars from mixed martial arts can survive and thrive in LEGACY And that's exactly what I'll do. Whoever wants to try to stop me will certainly do that, but they won't be able to Shake the Foundation. I don't care who I have to go through to show the world that I'm the next breakout star in LEGACY, but it starts once Rob decided to put me into the ring.

Smith Cartwright: Cocky words from H...

Alex Harmston snatches the microphone away from Smith

Alex Harmston: Cocky? No no no... Confident. The difference between Willmott and I, and any other competitors and myself, is that right there. They're cocky, they think they're the cat's ass. I'm confident. I know I'm the best damn wrestler that this company has ever, and will ever see, and anyone that wants to dispute that will find out just what it's like to be Bitten by a Gloryhound.

Harmston smirks towards Smith, dropping the microphone and walking out of the camera shot. Smith stands there for a moment, looking kind of surprised that the brazen newcomer just cut him off completely and utterly.

The lights dim in the arena as the crowd gets ready for the rest of the show. All of a sudden the lights start flashing on and off. The crowd jumps to their feet as "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva blares through the speakers. Out walks “The Incredible One” Eli Storm. Storm walks out wearing jeans and a shirt that says "Tapping Out, The Stellar Way" in the front and "Blame Canada" in the back. He walks out to the center of the entrance way and starts tossing various promo shirts out into the crowd. He is meet with a mix of boos and cheers.

“Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe”

“Like nothing you've ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door
Your jaws will be on the floor
After this you'll be begging for more”

Storm continues down the rampway and slides into the ring. Storm quickly hops on the nearby turnbuckle and scans the crowd for a moment. Canadian colored streamers hit the ring as Storm pulls a mic from his back pocket and paces the ring.

Eli Storm: You know…the drawback of being this incredible is people think that you’re some new jack off the street destined for greatness. And that…that is where the mistake is made.

After a brief pause, he continues.

Eli Storm: You see that mistake allows people to make foolish statements like “Eli Storm beating Rocky Stellar is a big upset win.” Heh, I’ve beaten guys like Cade Sydal, Del Carver and Mike Dexter. Rocky Stellar is nothing more than another name. Another piece of hype that crumbled under the weight of something…INCREDIBLE.

He pauses shortly, then continues.

Eli Storm: You see me and Rocky…we’ve been in the business for the same amount of time. Hell, I’m a old man just like him. The difference is that when you’re as far passed greatness as I am, the wear and tear of a pro-wrestling career doesn’t take as much of a toll on you as it does the untalented like Rocky.

Storm laughs a little as the last comment gets a rise out of the crowd.

Eli Storm: Now, I came out here with the full intent of offering Rocky a rematch. BUT…I hear that he has a small boo-boo and can’t wrestle for a while. Now, that shocks me because…back when I started, small little injuries like the one Rocky has never really kept “REAL” men out of the ring. But I guess Rocky is made of less solid stuff…

Suddenly the crowd gets very excited and the camera pans over to the rampway to show Rocky Stellar running down the ramp, one arm in a sling, the other holding onto a chair. He slides into the ring just as Eli Storm slides out the other side, and Eli manages to make his way around the ring, avoiding the confrontation with The Stellar One. Rocky glares at Eli from the ring as Storm back-peddles up the ramp.

Mark Perletta: Dating back over a month, Strong Style Dragon has made a name for himself by putting on great opening matches for the past three shows, giving LEGACY a reputation of exciting, fast starts to their shows on the FX network.

Landon Savage: And tonight marks the first time Dragon has moved out of the opening spot, and the pressure is on him, not only with this being his first title defense, but also in the main event spot of the show.

Mark Perletta: You see it all the time, a guy has a good run, wins a few matches, maybe a championship, then he ends up in a situation with this kind of pressure and he can’t handle it.

Joey C: Yeah, it happened to Stephen Rawlings about a year and a half ago

Landon Savage: This is not just a big chance for Dragon to prove himself, but it’s also a big opportunity for Tim Jones to get over the proverbial hump and show what he can do.

Mark Perletta: I think it’s safe to say that both men are wanting to have a great match, and there’s nothing that should be standing in their way of it. The problems between Gigantus Awesomo and Tim Jones shouldn’t come into play because Awesomo was injured earlier tonight due to a combination of the attack he sustained at the hands of Isaac Entragian and then Awesomo’s match against Matt Towers.

Joey C: Tim Jones also doesn’t need to worry about Chaos, who he’s had problems with for the past couple months because Chaos isn’t here tonight.

Landon Savage: There’s absolutely no reason why Tim Jones should be distracted, and I have to say that he did perform very well during this match, and why shouldn’t he? He’s had a very successful night, so he should be riding high on emotion. He assured himself a distraction free night earlier when he orchestrated an attack on Awesomo.

Mark Perletta: I don’t know if you can put the full blame on Tim Jones for that, but I do think it’s a possibility that when he talked to Isaac backstage, that was his goal. But what he has to focus on here in the main event is this Last Man Standing match, as it’s his chance to get his first taste of gold here in LEGACY while it’s Dragon’s first chance at getting a token. Let’s get down to the match and see what happened in this “anything goes” match.

Start : Footage from the Match

The Strong Style Dragon hits the turnbuckles hard, chest first, and staggers back right into the waiting arms of Tim Jones. Jones tosses Dragon's left arm up over Jones' neck and scoops Dragon up, turning him as he does, and snaps Dragon down on his face with an inverted version of the Michinoku Driver!

Mark Perletta: Tim Jones just dropped the Tao of Valor Champion on his forehead!

Tim Jones gets to his feet and backs up, allowing the referee to make his fourth count of the match-up.

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2...

The Strong Style Dragon gets both hands under himself and starts to push up.

3...

Tim Jones quickly slides out of the ring and starts fishing under the ring apron.

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The Strong Style Dragon gets his knees under himself. Tim Jones grabs a chair from under the ring and slides in.

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Strong Style Dragon gets his feet under himself and pushes up to a stand, breaking the count.

Landon Savage: Evil intentions are on Tim Jones' mind as he's measuring the Strong Style Dragon up!

Tim Jones waits for Dragon to turn around and brings the chair down on top of Dragon's head, dropping him to the canvas! The fans in Gainesville cringe visibly at the sickening chairshot, and the camera shows a close-up of the dented chair as Tim Jones unfolds it and sets it in the center of the ring.

Joey C: Tim Jones just took the fight right out of our mysterious Tao of Valor Champion!

Tim Jones, rather than allowing the referee to count, scoops the Strong Style Dragon up and sends him off the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl before swinging him through and dropping him back first on the chair with a chair-assisted backbreaker! The Strong Style Dragon bounces off the chair, arching his back in visible pain.

Mark Perletta: The Ladies Man isn't out here to play around! He is making an honest effort to take home the gold tonight!

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Dragon turns to plant his left knee and left elbow on the canvas to start pushing off the mat.

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Tim Jones grabs the Strong Style Dragon by the head, and Dragon fires a forearm into Jones' abdomen! Jones quickly responds with a knee to the head and sends Dragon off the ropes! Dragon ducks a clothesline and jumps onto the chair! Jones turns around just as Dragon backflips over Tim's reaching hands! Dragon lands on his feet and quickly runs behind Jones, bulldogging him down to drive his face down on the chair!

Landon Savage: Strong Style Dragon is back in this!

Dragon isn't content in just that, as he quickly repositions the chair a couple feet away from Tim Jones' body. Dragon quickly hops onto the chair and leaps off of it, throwing his body upside down as he twists toward Jones with a shooting star press off the chair! Jones curls over on his side, holding his ribs, as Dragon slowly picks himself up as well! Dragon snaps the chair shut and backs up to a corner before running in and leaping up, placing the chair under his feet before dropkicking the chair into Jones' face!

Joey C: He just hit Tim Jones in his moneymaker! Who the hell does he think he is?!

The referee begins his latest ten count, as Dragon backs into a corner, watching Tim Jones intently.

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Tim Jones gets his hands under himself, a trail of blood rolling down his forehead.

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Tim Jones gets his knees under himself and starts pushing off the canvas.

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Jones gets to his feet, but the Strong Style Dragon comes running in to meet him with a running Yakuza kick! Jones ducks and quickly turns to catch Dragon with a clothesline that turns Dragon up and over, dumping him on top of his head!

Mark Perletta: Tim Jones just threw all of his weight into the chest of the Strong Style Dragon!

Joey C: I'm betting the Strong Style Dragon had just continued his tour of Japan, now.

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Tim Jones kips up to his feet as the Strong Style Dragon rolls to the side! Jones pulls Dragon to his feet and rushes him hard in the corner with a clothesline! Dragon sluches down to a seated position in the corner, and Tim Jones places his boot in Dragon's throat, choking him mercilessly. Jones turns and walks to the chair Dragon drove into his face. He drops the chair near the corner and reaches up, finding the trail of blood, he then drops and smeers his bloody hand on Dragon's face before grabbing him by the throat and choking him some more!

Landon Savage: Tim Jones is non-too-happy about being busted wide open, and he's letting Dragon know it!

Jones grabs Dragon by the ankles and starts to pull him out hard! Dragon starts kicking his legs, fighting out of the attempted corner-powerbomb. Jones pulls harder, though, and Dragon comes out of the corner but backflips to land on his feet, with the chair right in front of his feet! Jones swings a clothesline, but Dragon ducks, and Jones drops to a knee! Jones grabs the chair and turns just as Dragon does the same! Jones throws the chair into Dragon's face with only a foot between the two!

Mark Perletta: Oh! That point-blank launch had to take its toll on Dragon's face!

Tim Jones slides out of the ring and starts looking under the ring apron, as the referee begins counting.

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Dragon turns to his right as Tim Jones pulls a table out from under the ring.

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Tim Jones unfolds the legs of the table, outside the ring.

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Tim Jones turns the table over, setting it up outside the ring, as Dragon pushes his knees under himself.

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Tim Jones slides into the ring, as Dragon makes it to his feet. Tim Jones punches him square in the face, and Dragon is sent reeling back into a corner! Tim Jones follows and sends Dragon to the far corner! Dragon hits the turnbuckles, and Jones follows him! Dragon ducks his shoulder and tosses Jones up and over the top rope, but Tim Jones lands with both feet on the apron. Dragon turns and forearms Tim Jones in the side of the head! Jones responds by swinging a high punch for the Strong Style Dragon's face! Dragon ducks and rises back up, peeling the mouth-cover of his mask to the side and spews a red mist right into Tim Jones' face!

Landon Savage: Tim Jones has been blinded!

Joey C: How is he going to tell the uglies from the hotties now?!

The Strong Style Dragon quickly peels the mouth-cover back over his mouth and leaps into the air to deliver a vicious cyclone kick to Tim Jones' face, sending him flying off the ring apron and through the table he set up outside the ring!

Mark Perletta: He just hit him with the Dragon's Breath!

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The Strong Style Dragon grips the top rope with one hand, as the other hand goes immediately to his lower back, still feeling the effects of the backbreaker on the chair earlier.

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Tim Jones slowly lulls over to the right side of his body.

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Tim Jones rolls the rest of the way to his chest with his hands under himself.

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The bell is called for, and Tim Jones stops fighting to get to his feet.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner and STILL Tao of Valor Champion... the Strrrrrrrrong.... Style.... Drrrrrrrrragon!!

"Side of a Bullet" by Nickelback starts playing, as the referee retrieves the Tao of Valor Championship and hands it over to the Strong Style Dragon, who raises it high over his head.

Landon Savage: A very hard-fought victory for the Strong Style Dragon, and he just continues to pick up steam!

Mark Perletta: How can anyone be proud of that kind of win, though? He blinded another man, for Christ's sake!

Joey C: You know as well as I do, Marky, that in a Last Man Standing match, the rules are very lenient. Besides, how can you defend Tim Jones for choking the Champion, and bringing a chair into the mix first, and then turn around and complain about the red poisonous mist?

Mark Perletta: I guess you're right, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Let's just hope that these tactics don't continue in future matches from the otherwise very honorable Strong Style Dragon.

The last shot of STRIFE 20 shows Strong Style Dragon walking up the ramp with the Tao of Valor Championship draped over his shoulder.