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.

We're outside the arena, following an arriving Stephen Rawlings. Rawlings pulls his bag behind, him, the Legacy World Title on his shoulder. As he heads towards the entrance he slows. In front of us we see a glistening Loco Martinez lounging in a beach chair, holding a reflective panel out in front of him. We get closer and notice that Loco is seated with his eyes closed. Oiled up. Looking very tanned and relaxed. As Rawlings steps up to where Loco is lounging, he stops and stands in front of him. Noticing a change in temperature, Loco's eyes scrunch, opening just enough to see that someone is in his way, and it’s obvious that he’s very annoyed.

Loco Martinez: Excuse me. You're standing in my sun!

Rawlings just stares down we see his left fist clench around the handle of his suitcase. Sensing the shadow's still there. Loco sighs.

Loco Martinez: Listen, I get it. Autograph seeker? Listen I'm not who you think I am... I'm... umm... Dan Stein, and NO one wants Dan Stein's autograph. So be a good kid and step to the left, 'kay?

Still nothing, and after a few more moments, Loco slowly opens his left eye wondering why this person continues to stand in his light. As soon as he recognizes Rawlings he jumps, nearly falling over backwards.

Rawlings: Hey Loco... Why ya so jumpy?

Loco composes himself.

Loco Martinez: Well, when you're expecting some little knee biter hoping to get the autograph of THE Legacy Superstar and instead there's our resident Champ... its a little shocking.

Loco pauses thinking it over, and gets a smart assed smirk on his face.

Loco Martinez: Unless, YOU'RE looking for an autograph. Maybe I can sign that little trinket you have over your shoulder.

Rawlings: I'll think I'll pass... What are you doing?

Loco puts the reflective sheet aside, and picks up some SPF 4 bronzing agent. He begins to apply this to his already oily torso, and with a shit eating grin looks up to Rawlings...

Loco Martinez: Working.

Rawlings just stares at him for a moment.

Rawlings: How can you call THIS work? You're a wrestler, for god sakes, not a fricken swimsuit model.

Loco looks up at him, as he continues to liberally apply the bronzer.

Loco Martinez: When's the last time you saw me wrestle, Stevie? Hell when's the last time you saw me in a RING?!

Loco pauses looking up while Rawlings glares down at him. Loco gets a faked sheepish look on his face.

Loco Martinez: Oh... that's right.

Stephen gets a look of annoyance on face as he bends down so that hes face to face with Loco...

Stephen: And thats why I'm here right now... To hear you apologize and beg for my forgiveness because you made SUCH a HUGE mistake. RIGHT?

Loco looks around uncomfortably, looking over his shoulder, and plays the smart ass.

Loco Martinez: Umm... you're here right now, cuz THAT's the entrance. If you came to hear an apology? I don't have anything to apologize for. I knew what I was doing in that ring. I was in that ring to humiliate Dan Stein... again! I was IN that ring to get something accomplished. If you failed to hold onto him?!

Loco Shrugs.

Loco Martinez: I saw Danny struggling... and maybe... JUST maybe I could've stopped. Maybe I couldn't. Bottom line is I got into that ring to kick SOMEone into next week. And from the looks of it? I got something done that Marion hasn't. I put you on your back for three.

Rawlings: HAHA... Thats real funny, tanning man...

Rawlings stands up and slams his foot onto the chest of Loco, tipping Loco over, so Loco's now laying flat on his back. Rawlings places the same foot on Loco's chest and leans in intensely.

Rawlings: Listen here... I used to be nice to you because we had a connection with that sky high tourney... But this niceness... Its over. You're a pathetic excuse for a wrestler... I mean you've wrestled one match in the last 6 months because you're too AFRAID of getting hurt...

He bends down putting more weight onto Loco, getting into his face again.

Rawlings: And you're an even poorer excuse for a man. If you wanna embarrass Dan Stein, do it the right way. Beat him in a match! But don't you dare EVER… and I mean EVER… come down to the ring in one of MY matches, interfere, and above all, fuck up and cause me to lose. Cuz I swear to god... If it happens again, the next time I see you... I won't be as friendly.

Loco looks up with a fire in his eyes, but doesn't do anything, his mind working.

Loco Martinez: That's right, Rawlings. I have barely wrestled. So I was probably just rusty. I mean what reason would I have to kick YOU? Your little belt? Letting Marcus Marion get a win? C’mon… Lets face facts. You along with the rest of the arena knew why I was in there. If you didn't want me to even attempt to destroy Stein you could've made a move. Let him go. Stopped me. But? As with everything with you... it comes down to your obsessive need to "WIN". It fuels you. It’s the single most important thing to you. And I... I gave you the best chance of winning. I was going to plant Stein. I was the reason that match was going to end... one way...

He winks at Rawlings, which infuriates Stephen.

Loco Martinez: Or the other.

Rawlings: If you had planted Stein? I wouldn't of pinned him... You and I both know that that's not honorable. I would have kept fighting,,, And I would have eventually won! Cuz unlike you? I still care about the good things in wrestling. All you care about is tanning, and doing what the hell YOU want to do... You're just a big coward is all you are. And I wash my hands of cowards.

He takes his foot off of Loco's chest. He then grabs a nearby bottle of suntan lotion and sprays it into Locos face.

Rawlings: Here... Wouldn't want you to get burnt.

Rawlings walks off shaking his head in disgust as Loco indignantly wipes the lotion off of his face, and just glares at Rawlings as he enters the arena.

Mark Perletta: In tonight’s opening contest, Allen Franks and Jerry Starr teamed up for the third time, in this match taking on the Bushido Buntai.

Landon Savage: Franks & Starr already lost to Domination and Long Island Hardcore, and this was their chance to try to avoid losing to all three of the teams involved in the ladder match set to take place at CALL TO ARMS.

Joey C: Don’t act like they should’ve won either of those first two matches together. Seriously, Domination and Long Island Hardcore are two of the top teams in our business right now, and those were the first two times Allen Franks and Jerry Starr had ever even teamed up together.

Mark Perletta: Over the course of those two matches, you could see the cohesion building between Jerry Starr and Allen Franks despite their differences of opinion on various issues and difference in approach to matches. But the teamwork they’ve been building continued to progress even through their match in tonight’s opener.

Joey C: No doubt about it, and as the match went on, we got to see a couple bright flashes of teamwork from Jerry and Allen with a couple of double-teams on Katsuro Yoshida.

Mark Perletta: That’s only because Katsuro Yoshida had been in the ring longer than he should’ve been at that point, not tagging in Osamu Hayashi when he had more than a couple opportunities to do so.

Landon Savage: That did seem to be the strategy the Bushido Buntai were going for, and did it work? Let’s find out…

Start : Footage from the Match

Katsuro Yoshida and Jerry Starr are trading punches in the middle of the ring, when Katsuro starts gaining the upper hand. After about five stiff shots, Jerry goes down and Katsuro flips to his side with a cartwheel, spins and twists into a corkscrew, and lands flat on his back, driving both feet into the side of Jerry’s temple!

Mark Perletta: Excellent cartwheel dropkick there by Katsuro!

Joey C: Impressive indeed.

Landon Savage: Straight from the Dojo, that one.

Franks looks like he is panicking over Katsuro’s impressive offense, as he outstretches his hand for a tag. Katsuro goes for the pin, and Porter is there to make the count.

One!

Two!!

Starr kicks out, and Franks still has his hand outstretched.

Katsuro slowly brings Starr to his feet, but Starr adds some quick elbows in there for some defense. Katsuro reels back, half doubling over in the process, and Starr runs full speed into the ropes. Starr rebounds and Katsuro leaps forward in a twisting motion, connecting with a jumping roaring elbow!

Landon Savage: Katsuro has been hella impressive tonight, folks.

Joey C: Well he isn’t a former No Limits Champion for nothing.

Mark Perletta: Very true, Joey.

Franks ascends to the second rope, with his hand STILL outstretched, and half of the crowd rallying to see a tag on the underdogs while the other half wants to see more impressive offense by the former No Limits Champion. Katsuro takes a moment to climb to his feet, and instead of going for a cover on Starr he runs into the ropes, and on the ropes’ recoil, Katsuro leaps into the air, and somersaults forward with a running senton bomb!

Mark Perletta: Starr is NOT looking good tonight. It’s been high impact move after high impact move on the self-proclaimed Elite Canadian Superstar, and Allen Franks has not been in the ring for more than three minutes...

Joey C: It’s all Allen’s fault!

Landon Savage: I’m sorry Joey, but Jerry’s the one who has been refusing to tag in. Every time he’s about to, Calgary Carl SCREAMS for him not to... and what does the dummy do? He listens. Never seen anything like it in tag team history.

Mark Perletta: You have to wonder why these guys are even still together.

Instead of going for a pin, once again Katsuro sizes up his downed opponent. Starr groggily starts coming to his feet, and once he does he collapses backwards... and hits Franks outstretched arm! Franks is in!

Some of the crowd actually gets behind the young wrestling prodigy, as he comes in with fists a blazin’, connecting across the chin several times with Katsuro. After about six shots, Franks spins around in a 360 and NAILS Katsuro upside the jaw with a tornado punch, sending him to the mat!

Mark Perletta: WHAT?!

Landon Savage: Hahahahaha... I haven’t seen a discus punch in AGES!

Osamu Hayashi actually steps into the ring for the first time in a while, and clotheslines Franks in the back of the head. Franks goes down pretty hard, and Porter is quick to do some admonishing to the illegal man. Helping his tag team partner back up, this buys Franks some time to recover, and quickly crawl over to Starr who is just now using the ropes to climb to his feet. Franks SMACKS Starr on the shoulder, and actually yells at him!

Mark Perletta: Look! Franks is getting ANGRY for the first time at Starr! What’s he doing?

Franks is vigorously pointing at both Katsuro and Hayashi and starts yelling something at Starr. Starr shrugs his arms, steps through the ring ropes. Starr then digs his boots rather deeply into the mat for some leverage as Franks positions himself to run forward. Then, both competitors run full speed ahead like a couple of maniacs; Franks outstretches an arm for a clothesline, knocking Hayashi through the middle ropes and to the outside while Starr aims for something more significant. Starr leaps with both legs glued together like a missile, and as Katsuro turns around JUST in time, he connects both feet right across the face with a running frontwards dropkick!

Landon Savage: HOLY HELL!

Mark Perletta: Oh my GOD. I think Jerry Starr just knocked Katsuro the "F" OUT!

Joey C: That’s right boys. You just got Starrstruck... as my sources tell me he calls that move.

Mark Perletta: Well whatever he calls it, Katsuro looks like he’s out.

Jerry Starr gets up off the mat and looks over at his manager Calgary Carl, who is jumping and squealing for joy. Franks meanwhile, drops down for the cover on Katsuro, and Porter slaps Franks on the back three times!

Franks gets up off the mat, raising both hands high in the air before Porter can explain something to him.

Joey C: THEY DID IT! STARR AND FRANKS DID IT!

Landon Savage: I’m not so sure, Joey.

Mark Perletta: Yeah, Franks wasn’t the legal man and neither was Katsuro. Tough break for these kids...

Franks gets up off the mat, and just as he was about to celebrate with Starr, Porter starts yelling at him, telling him that he was the illegal man. Before Franks has a chance to argue, Hayashi slides back into the ring under the bottom rope, and flying crescent kicks Franks out of his boots and to the outside! Hayashi uses his own momentum to roll right back up to his own feet, and turns his attention to Starr... who is STILL celebrating his knock out dropkick on Katsuro. Hayashi simply slides under Starr, and rolls him up!

One!

Two!!

Hayashi flips both feet over into a jackknife pin.

Three!!!

Josephina Colbert: The winners of this match via pinfall... Osamu Hayashi and Katsuro Yoshida.... BUSHIDOOOOOOO.... BUNTAAAAAAAI!!!

Mark Perletta: Another quality win for the Bushido Buntai, and they pick up some extra momentum going into their Number One Contenders Ladder Match at Call To Arms.

Landon Savage: There's still one match left for them to compete in tonight that will help determine how much momentum they've got going into the pay per view.

Mark Perletta: And you'd have to think that being double booked, their chances don't look too good of coming out of that match with a victory, especially since neither Domination nor Long Island Hardcore were double booked.

Joey C: I think I heard that Shinya Nori volunteered to be double-booked tonight, but I might be wrong about that.

The cameras cut backstage where we see Rocky Stellar walk into the building. As he makes his way down the hall, he suddenly stops, lets go of the handle of his small suitcase and then he charges forward. The camera zooms out to show Stellar running right for Eli Storm, who is also charging in his direction. When the two meet, they immediately start trading punches back and forth. The cheers from the excited fans watching on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron echo through the hallways.

Mark Perletta: And here they go! We knew it was only a matter of time before these two met up, it was just a matter of whether they were going to wait until they were booked in another big match.

Joey C: Well after what Rocky Stellar did to Eli Storm's PRICELESS car, can you blame him?

Mark Perletta: A lot of people, myself included, believe Stellar justified in his actions, trying to get back at him for what he did at the Jacksonville SuperCard.

Stellar gets the advantage and grabs Eli by the arm and tosses him into a stack of crates. Eli starts to get up but Stellar moves in to grab him again. As Rocky begins to lift Storm up off the ground, Eli drills him with a low blow, then a hard right hand to the gut. Standing up, Eli takes Stellar by the head and slams him face first into the wall. Just then a half-dozen LEGACY officials show up and get between the two men, who scratch and claw, trying to get a hold of one another.

The camera's open up...

To what?

A conversation being heard between Marcus Marion, and Nikki Rhodes. That's the "whom" what we need now is...

Where? A corridor. And, of course, we see Marion dressed in his trusty yellow polo shirt, spiked hair, white and yellow adidas shoes. Next to Mairon is Nikki Rhodes. Rhodes is seen wearing her cousin Susan's Delta-Phi windbreaker on, taunting her older cousin, and with her hair honey blonde tied back in a pony-tail. That conversation we were so intent on hearing, well, here we go. Nicole, following beside Marion like a sheep with it's shepard begins to speak.

NICOLE RHODES: I'm famished. What'll it be Marcus...Italian, French, German? There's this place a few blocks away that I have just been literally DYING to try out.

Marion, barely paying any attention to Rhodes keeps a frosty look in his eyes, neither diverting his attention to such idle conversation, nor giving in to his surroundings. Nikki, stops, and looks at Marion with one hand on her hips, and the other across Marion's left shoulder. Marion, cocks one eyebrow, turns and looks at the starlet...and finally says.

MARCUS MARION: Something wrong?

Nikki looks inquistively at Marion.

NICOLE RHODES: Was just wondering where we're going.

Marion smirks slightly and says...

MARCUS MARION: No Pasta. No hotcakes. Tasty as they might be, they're mere distractions from the task at hand...and the task at hand? Getting even with that little creep Rawlings. You think he's somewhere eating hearty, eating crap that sticks to your ribs? No, he's not. He's prepping right at this very moment, and he’s doing it his way, the healthy way. I am too. So whatever diet he's been on, I'm on that, too. Whatever he's been doing for the last few weeks getting his second wind for our rematch, I have been doing also. Lightning won't strike twice. I will NOT be beaten again. It's really that simple.

Marion and Rhodes walk futher down the corridor into the room, and they survey the scene. It's not the land of Caanan, but there are plenty of luncheon meats, jucies and other assortments to choose from. Marion, grabs a small plastic saucer and puts some finger foods on it. Nikki takes a seat and dangles her left foot over her right, a bit disappointed. Marion, walks off by himself, speaks into the camera...and more importantly he speaks to the World Champion.

MARCUS MARION: Eat up Rawlings. Eat...up. Why? Because you're eating for two this time. For your sake you better have everything you had in Jacksonville.. and a little bit more. You're coming into Call To Arms with nothing but a Gold plated belt that you’re borrowing from me and I'm going to send you home flat on your face, twisted and maligned like a hunk of metal...with even less. You could've been anything you wanted in this world Rawlings.

Marion flashes that brilliant smile, those perfectly straight teeth, and those dimples. God, those dimples just scream "SLAP ME!"

MARCUS MARION: Listen to your options. Fireman. Engine Chief. And if you were a little lucky and the numbers were right...a stock broker. But you didn't become any of those things, did you? No. No, you did not. See the difference between you and I is simple, you live in the past while I live in the moment. The problem is...nobody likes dreamers. Nobody likes hanging out with the guy who crouches in the corner, and won't let go of the lyrics to his favorite 90's song. Me? I moved on from where you are Rawlings. I beat Devastation over a year ago for my first World title. Thirteen months have passed. THIRTEEN....and as nice as it was itemizing his career...I can't pat myself on the back anymore.

You can tell he enjoyed that last remark, as a small smirk beams on his face. Nikki caught wind of it too, and she lets out a glorious smile.

MARCUS MARION: I got over never having a proper love life...so I turned to the only thing I was ever good at to fill that void. Winning titles. Pissing off the people who hate me most. And building my LEGACY, right here in, heh...LEGACY. You? You're still reeling from Jacksonville, FL. Still living in that ten seconds your hand was raised in glory, and soaking in the adulation of those monkeys in the stands. God, I hate large crowds. You better clutch that title close, friend...hold on to it like a fleeting thought because it all slips away. It all slips away.

He pauses briefly.

MARCUS MARION: But while you're holding on to that title...that twenty pounds of Devastation's and Greyson Blade's blood, sweat and tears...understand that, the LEGACY title will always stink of Marcus Marion. The faceplate will always bore my name. Serving as a reminder of my greatest accomplishments. And my opponent's greatest failures. At Call to Arms...that little hotty is coming back to the country-side with me.

Mark Perletta: For the past six weeks we’ve been hearing from both Ray Willmott and Alexander Harmston about their history with one another, and tonight we get the in-ring debut from each of them. Two weeks ago we had the contract signing between them to set up their match at CALL TO ARMS, but things didn’t go down as simple as Willmott thought they were going to.

Landon Savage: Ray thought he was going to just show up and sign a contract, but apparently Harmston wasn’t happy with all that, he wanted a show of good faith. With all the victories Harmston holds over Ray, I don’t blame Alex for wanting to see Willmott in action prior to their match at the pay per view.

Joey C: Alex Harmston got to hand pick Ray’s opponent for tonight, and I think it’s very fitting that he picked Jake Blaine. He obviously knew what he was doing when he selected The Hellion.

Mark Perletta: Both Jake Blaine and Ray Willmott are from the United Kingdom, and Jake Blaine is certainly one of the tougher guys in LEGACY.

Joey C: It’s also a smart move because Jake Blaine doesn’t mind bending the rules to hurt his opponents, and quite frankly I think that was the selling point for Harmston picking him.

Landon Savage: Well early on in this match I think it was clear that Jake Blaine was once again a hired gun set out to try to soften up his opponent, and Alex Harmston showed up to get a closer look.

Mark Perletta: When Harmston came through the curtain, a lot of people were probably wondering whether he was going to get involved, but as the match went on, it became increasingly apparent that he was just out there to scout his competition for CALL TO ARMS.

Joey C: You can never know too much about an opponent, especially in a match of this kind of importance.

Landon Savage: Let’s not waste any more time talking about the pay per view match between Harmston and Willmott, there’s plenty of time left for that in the upcoming weeks, let’s just check out how this match went between Jake Blaine and Ray Willmott.

Start : Footage from the Match

Jake Blaine with a wicked right uppercut to Willmott’s jaw sends him into the ropes. Willmott ricochets back to Blaine and Willmott is floored by a clothesline.

Mark Perletta: Jake Blaine has put on one hell of a show so far. He’s matched Willmott blow for blow.

Joey C: And he’s going to win. Just you wait.

Landon Savage: You never know. From what I know of Mr. Red Hot, the longer the match goes on, the more energy he gets. This might not bode well for Blaine.

As Blaine lifts Willmott from the mat, he’s dropkicked in the knee not allowing him to get off any offensive maneuvers. Willmott now the one in control begins working over that knee with repeated kicks and quick dodges from the punches Blaine is throwing his way.

Landon Savage: That’s what I’m talking about. Willmott seems to build up more steam as the match progresses.

Joey C: Ah what do you know. Blaine is gonna win.

Mark Perletta: If he keeps up like this he won’t.

Willmott quickly dodges an uppercut which allows him to reach down and pull Blaine off his feet. Willmott executes a perfect leg lock and pulls as hard as he possibly can.

Mark Perletta: Willmott has that leg locked in pretty secure. I don’t know if Blaine can make it.

Landon Savage: I’d have to agree. Willmott is stronger than him on the mat.

Joey C: HA! One hard push with his upper body and Blaine is grabbing the ropes. I’m telling you. He’s going to win this match.

Willmott immediately breaks the hold and stands up. He closes in on Blaine but is spilled to the outside as Blaine tugs on his tights. Blaine slowly reaches his feet at about the same time Willmott does. When Willmott rolls into the ring he’s met with a few kicks as Blaine winces in pain but finally drops an elbow to the back of Willmotts head.

Mark Perletta: That’s a cheap shot!

Joey C: It’s completely legal. He’s just trying to soften his head up for the knockout punch.

Mark Perletta: Bullshit. You can’t drop and elbow to the back of someone’s head.

Landon Savage: Settle down you two.

Blaine again picks Willmott up and gives him a straight shot to the nose but before the force can knock him back into the ropes he grabs Willmott and pulls his arm back for another. But Willmott counters quickly with a kick to Blaines gut and Blaine staggers a little bit.

Mark Perletta: Here it comes! The Ultimatum!

Joey C: NO!

Landon Savage: Yes. You’re wrong again Joey.

Willmott runs straight at him and leaps in the air for one of his finishing moves, The Ultimatum, a variant of the Tornado DDT. Blaine catches him though and pushes him over his head.

Joey C: HA! I told you. Noooo!

Willmott now drops him with The Ultimatum and quickly locks in his second finisher called Anxiety Amplified.

Mark Perletta: If Blaine had a manager the towel would be thrown in. This match is over.

Landon Savage: Damn right it is.

Jake struggles to get to the ropes but Willmott is too strong for him and Jake taps out as if his life depended on it.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner… “Rrrred Hott!!”… Ray… Willmott!!!

Mark Perletta: Ray Willmott starts his LEGACY tenure off RED HOT, picking up a victory over his fellow Brit, and Alex Harmston answers one question I had, just heading back to the locker room and not getting into a confrontation.

Joey C: He didn't need to have some beat down or whatever, that's not what this was about. Harmston came out here to see what Willmott was bringing to the table before their match at Call to Arms.

Landon Savage: He got a good look at it, and I'm sure that's going to give him some motivation headed into his match, which comes up next.

Having already changed into his street clothes, Allen Franks works to fit his belongings back into his dufflebag when the door to the locker room opens and in walks Jerry Starr. A few feet behind him is Calgary Carl, who nearly gets hit in the face by the door after Starr lets it go. Franks hears the door but doesn't bother to turn around.

Allen Franks: Well, we gave it a shot, "third time's a charm" doesn't exactly work out for us, but I'm sure they'll find something else for you. Where'd you head off to after the match?

Franks zips up the dufflebag and turns around to find a very surprised Jerry Starr.

Jerry Starr: "Something else"? What do you mean "something else"?! You might be ready to give up on this tag team, but I'm not. We've got potential, Allen!

Allen rolls his eyes.

Allen Franks: We don't even have a TEAM NAME, Jerry. We're just a random pairing of guys who the front office thought might have good in-ring chemistry together, but we haven't won a match together yet, we probably won't, and everyone except for you seems to already know that.

Calgary Carl: And me.

Franks looks over.

Allen Franks: Huh?

Calgary Carl: You said that Jerry was the only one who doesn't already know that you two aren't going to win a match... but I'm in that category too.

Jerry Starr: In case you didn't decipher all that... what Carl is trying to say is that he believes in us. He knows that eventually we're going to win matches, and when we do there's going to be no stopping us!

Listening on incredulously, Allen responds sarchastically.

Allen Franks: Yeah, and I'm sure that's why the front office keeps booking us.

Calgary Carl: Actually they keep booking you because I keep asking them to.

Allen Franks: What?

Calgary Carl: Yeah, Jerry tells me to go talk to them and ask them for a match, I do it, they give you a match. It's really not too hard, I don't know why Crazy Boy was having such a problem with it... Maybe if he were to be in a tag team...

Allen turns his attention back over to Jerry Starr.

Allen Franks: So these aren't just random matches?

A grin forms on Jerry's face.

Jerry Starr: Not exactly, no.

Allen drops his head and starts slowly shaking it side to side.

Jerry Starr: We're going to win, Allen. All we need to do is to find a better way to connect with those fans, find a way to get them behind you more when you're in the ring...

Allen looks up, trying to make sure he's hearing things correctly, because it's starting to sound like Jerry's blaming him for their losses so far. Jerry realizes what Allen probably thinks and thinks quickly.

Jerry Starr: ...and that's why we need a name, just like you said! We can't head into a pay per view match without a team name. Of course the fans wouldn't cheer for us if they don't think we're serious about being a team...

Allen holds up a finger.

Allen Franks: Hold on a second, pay per view match?

Jerry Starr: Well... technically it's the pre-show, but it's part of the pay per view weekend festivities! Most of the fans who bought tickets for the pay per view will probably show up. There's autograph signing, the press conferences... and matches. We're taking on two guys who I KNOW we should be able to beat, and they're coming off a fairly high profile match.

Allen Franks: Who are we facing, Jerry?

Jerry Starr: See, that's what I like to hear, Allen, positivity. I can hear it already, you don't even know who we're facing, and already you've accepted the fact that we're actually having our fourth match...

Allen Franks: WHO. ARE. WE. FACING?

Jerry Starr: Fast Times. Jimmy Smith, Pat Reynolds... They just had a title match against the Syndicate, which means that if we beat them... then we're one step closer to a tag team title match of our own!

Allen Franks: But I haven't even seen those guys since... I don't even know how long it's been.

Jerry Starr: They've been doing some promotional thing over in Europe for a few weeks or somethin', tryin' to help spread the word about LEGACY International. Whatever, all that matters is that we're going to be in another match, and so between now and then we really need to get thinking about what our team name is going to be.

Allen reaches down and grabs his dufflebag and puts his arm through the strap, slinging it over his shoulder.

Allen Franks: Fine, I'll see if I can think of some names and I'll give you a call or something...

Calgary Carl: You've got a few days, so there's no real rush! Just come up with some concepts and we'll brainstorm on Tuesday.

Allen looks over at Carl.

Allen Franks: Tuesday?

Carl nods his head.

Calgary Carl: Yeah, Tuesday, right Jerry? That's when you had me set up the lunch meeting with those I.B.S. guys, right?

Jerry stares at Carl in disbelief, and then a few moments later he turns and looks at Allen.

Allen Franks: From now on, you really should tell me before you do things like this. You've got my number, call me tomorrow with some details... and if I don't answer, just leave a message.

Shaking his head, Allen walks out of the locker room.

Back in the arena bowl, looking down at the ring, the fans await the next match. Suddenly "Severe Punishment" by Wu Tang Clan strikes up and out through the curtain holding a microphone walks Ron Bailey. Slowly he walks down to the ring, hopping up onto the apron before ducking into the ring. Once his music fades under, he addresses the masses.

Ron Bailey: I hope y'all are enjoying the show tonight. Six big matches and yet... I dunno, it feels like something's... missing. Like what, you might ask?

A very brief pause.

Ron Bailey: A title match. Someone should correct me if I'm wrong, but that belt's supposed to be defended at like... every show, right? But where's he at tonight, where's Dragon? He ain't booked on the show, and what's the explanation I get? He's out until the pay per view with some kind of NECK strain.

His face tells the tale. Ron's disappointed.

Ron Bailey: Now if he can't defend that belt tonight, seems to me like he should be givin' that belt over to someone who can, and who better to take that belt than the guy who brought a fight to Strong Style Dragon that took him and his neck to the limit?

He lets the question marinate with the fans.

Ron Bailey: I should be the Tao of Valor Champion right now, and if I was, you can damn well bet that I'd be defendin' that belt right here and now, not laid up on the shelf letting some neck pain get the better of me, you can bet on that! And as far as I know, Strong Style Dragon doesn't have an opponent to defend the belt against at Call to Arms, and I'm here to say that if he's well enough to defend that belt at Call to Arms, he needs to be defending it against the guy who took him to the limit, me. And if he can't defend the belt at the pay per view, he needs to show up and hand me that belt!

Suddenly another voice speaks up and someone steps out onto the entrance stage..

Smith Cartwright: You make some interesting points, Ron. Two weeks ago you took Strong Style Dragon to his limit, but you didn't beat him. The fact that you injured him basically comes down to the fact that you got upset because you couldn't beat him.

At this point, Ron starts fuming.

Smith Cartwright: You've had a good run in LEGACY so far, and so the front office decided that since you want another shot at Strong Style Dragon... you can have another shot at Strong Style Dragon. In fact, I'm sure Dragon probably wants a chance to get some revenge against you for what you did to his neck.

The fuming gives way to a satisfied look on Ron's face.

Smith Cartwright: All this talk of how you think you took Strong Style Dragon to his limits... how about we put that to the test at Call to Arms, too? Strong Style Dragon is due for another token match title defense, so at Call to Arms it will be Ron Bailey challenging Strong Style Dragon for the Tao of Valor Championship... in a Submissions Only Match!!

The fans cheer as they hear the announcement and Ron Bailey gets a grin on his face and starts nodding his head, his theme song hitting the speakers yet again.

Mark Perletta: Unlike the teams involved in our first match of the night, neither of the two pairings in this match are anywhere close to being considered cohesive units. Instead, they got put together because of their similarities of wrestling style.

Landon Savage: If you’re looking for no-nonsense guys who love to get into fights and just brawl it out, Chaos and Mostafa Bashir are the type of guy you’re looking for.

Joey C: And on the other side of the ring from those two in this match are two of the smaller, grittier wrestlers on the roster, with neither the No Limits Champion Diego de Cardenas nor Alex Harmston standing over 6’1, neither of them weighing in over 225.

Mark Perletta: Tonight, Alex Harmston makes his LEGACY in-ring debut, and despite a little showing of ring-rust very early on in the match, he looked like a seasoned veteran once things got under way.

Landon Savage: You can tell just how confident Harmston is in his abilities, though. As the match got started he knew what things were going to be like having not wrestled in a couple months and he wanted to shake things off soon as possible, and he did just that.

Joey C: He stepped right in there against one of the bigger guys on the roster, Chaos, and went right to work.

Mark Perletta: We definitely got a glimpse at how tough all four of these men are, but in the end, one man picks up the win, one man either gets pinned or submits, and who would those two men be? Let’s find out.

Start : Footage from the Match

Taking him by the wrist, Chaos sends Diego across the ring with an irish whip, and on the return drills Diego in the face with a Yakuza kick that drops him to the mat. Slowly and methodically, Chaos turns and reaches down, grabbing Diego by the neck and lifting him up off the mat, right up onto his feet. Before Chaos can do anything further to Diego, however, something in the corner of his eye catches his attention.

Mark Perletta: Hannah Perez might just have saved her boyfriend’s life by jumping up on the apron and distracting Chaos…

Landon Savage: The big man might’ve been distracted, but he wasn’t dissuaded… here he goes…

Chaos lifts Diego up off of his feet by the neck, looking for a chokeslam. Once Chaos gets Diego as high as he can lift him, arm extended upwards, Diego whips one of his legs up and over Chaos’ arm, shifting momentum and pulling Chaos down to the mat, right onto his shoulder. Spinning his legs around, Diego locks in a modified Fujiwara armbar.

Joey C: See, and THAT is why Diego de Cardenas is such a great champion!

Mark Perletta: Because Hannah Perez gets involved on his behalf?

Joey C: No, because Diego is able to put himself into the best possible position to neutralize and minimize whatever attack his opponents might use against him, and this is a prime example of that.

As Diego keeps the armbar locked in, Chaos struggles to try to force his way out of the hold. Because he’s unable to break free, Chaos slowly repositions himself, getting his foot closer and closer to the ropes. Because Chaos is so much bigger and stronger than the No Limits Champion, Diego is unable to keep Chaos from shifting far enough, and eventually the big man gets his foot on the rope and the referee is forced to break up the armbar.

Unhappy about having to relinquish his hold, Diego begins arguing with the referee, which gives Chaos a chance to start to get up off the mat, reaching back and tagging in Mostafa Bashir. As Mostafa gets into the ring, Diego sizes him up, wandering around the ring, avoiding locking up with the Beast from Kandahar. During this break in action, the cameras switch over to a shot of the entrance ramp, where we see Ray Willmott standing at the top of the ramp.

Landon Savage: Well look who it is, Red Hott Ray Willmott.

Mark Perletta: Turnabout’s fairplay, as it appears that Ray wants to get a closer look at Harmston just like Harmston got in our previous match when Ray was in the ring.

The two competitors meet in the middle of the ring and it looks like they’re going to lock up, but Diego grabs one of Mostafa’s arms and yanks down hard, lowers tension for a second and then drops down to his knees, again yanking down on the arm. Holding his grasp on Bashir’s wrist, Diego gets back up to his feet and twists around hard into a standing armbar. Yet again, Diego hops up and drops down to his knees, yanking down on the arm. After getting back to his feet, still holding on to Mostafa’s wrist, Diego takes a few steps away from his opponent and leaps a few feet away, falling completely down to the mat, bringing Mostafa down with him. Once he’s got him there, Diego twists around into a hammerlock, and then starts to get up off the mat before he drops back down, driving his knee into Mostafa’s shoulder.

When Diego gets up off the mat again, he jumps and drops his leg across the back of Mostafa’s neck, then he immediately rolls backwards and gets to his feet, reaching out and tagging Harmston into the match. As soon as Harmston gets into the ring, he sprints in Mostafa’s direction and throws his knee directly at Mostafa’s head. Harmston gets up and backs up a few steps, and as Mostafa starts to get up off the mat and Harmston moves in and dropkicks him in the ribs.

Mark Perletta: Harmston absolutely relentless, attacking Mostafa Bashir and not stopping.

Landon Savage: I just don’t get it, no matter how much damage Harmston dishes out, Mostafa keeps trying to get back up.

Mark Perletta: And it looks like he’s trying to get up yet again.

Harmston backs up into the corner and sits up onto the top turnbuckle, putting his feet on the second rope. Measuring Mostafa up, Harmston dives off the second rope, headed knees first towards Bashir… who moves out of the way at the last moment. Both men get to their feet, and as Harmston goes for a hard right hand Mostafa throws up his left arm to block it, and Mostafa retaliates with one of his own. Grabbing Alex around the waist, Bashir lifts his opponent up into a bearhug, wrenching it in.

Alex Harmston struggles, but he can’t pry Mostafa’s arms off of him, so he tries another tactic. Freeing one of his arms, Harmston rakes Mostafa’s eyes. Bashir lets him go, but as soon as Alex’s feet touch the mat, Bashir takes a step forward and drops Alex down to the mat with a huge headbutt. One hand clutching his forehead, Harmston works to get to his feet, but Mostafa hammers down onto his back, sending him down to the mat. Harmston rolls away from him, putting some distance between the two of them.

Mark Perletta: Smart thinking by Harmston, rolling away to give himself an opportunity to get back to his feet.

Landon Savage: This is the kind of thing LEGACY fans need to get used to seeing from Harmston.

As Mostafa moves back in on the attack but Harmston drills him in the leg with a roundhouse kick, then spins around the other way and takes Bashir down with a backsweep takedown. As Mostafa tries to work his way up off the mat, Harmston backs up into the ropes, rebounding for some momentum and then bulldogs him back down to the mat.

Mark Perletta: Harmston back to his feet, he’s positioning himself in behind Mostafa…

Landon Savage: This could be it, Harmston could be going for his move…

As Mostafa Bashir gets up off the mat, Alex Harmston moves in, grabs him around the neck, pulls him completely back up to his feet, arches back slightly and then he throws him forward down into the mat face first, hitting a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep.

Landon Savage: That’s it, “Shake the Foundation” from Harmston and he goes for the pinfall…

One!

Two!

Three!!

Hannah Perez: Your winners of this match... LEGACY's rising star Alex Harmston and the MASTER OF NO LIMITS... Diego... de Cardenas!!

Mark Perletta: And just like Ray Willmott did earlier tonight, Alex Harmston picks up a victory in his LEGACY debut.

Joey C: It's a damn good thing that these two guys are getting into the ring together at CALL TO ARMS, because that way one of them is going to get a leg up on the other. One of those two is going to come out of that match with a win and the other is going to get a loss, and that's going to limit the extent to which we have to sit through people tirelessly comparing these two on a month-to-month basis.

Mark Perletta: Based on their history and when they joined LEGACY, these two may be forever linked, so you may want to just accept the fact that you're going to hear comparisons.

"Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria hits the arena as Moreno walks out to the ring visibly annoyed. There is no playing to the crowd per usual from Moreno as he just looks at Mirage in the front row shaking his head with disgust. Grabbing a mic, Moreno walks around the to the other side of the ring, stopping in front of Marcus Mirage.

Joey C: Oh God...this guy just doesn't give up...

Mark Perletta: Nor should he.

Justin Moreno: You have GOT to be kidding me. We're goin' through this song and dance another week?

Justin pauses and just stares at Mirage, waiting a moment for a response before he continues, since Mirage barely acknowledges his presence.

Justin Moreno: Good grief, man... is this just fun and games for you? Well I can't really speak for the rest of the boys in the back because I don't know how they stand on this, but as for myself, I'm getting pretty damn tired of watching you backin' down from fight after fight. You're like the French army backin' down from fights left and right! It's really getting old and I'm not going ANYWHERE until you man up and fight one someone on this roster, preferably me!

Something apparently comes to mind and Justin’s demeanor slightly changes.

Justin Moreno: Or are you backing down from challenge after challenge because you’re SCARED of LEGACY? Are you scared that one of us is gonna deflate your precious ego by kicking your ass and making you and the title you’ve got from that dead fed you came from look bad? I don't think your ego can handle the fact that LEGACY is the standard bearer of all the promotions out there, and you don’t want everyone to see how worthless you’ve become.

Moreno waits a moment for a response, but Mirage does nothing and says nothing.

Justin Moreno: What's this? Little Justin Moreno just called the ALMIGHTY Marcus Mirage, worthless? That's right, boys and girls. You heard me correctly. This man, sitting here on the front row with his Oakleys and his beer, is absolutely worthless because he's allegedly signed a contract to be part of this roster... yet the man won't set foot in our ring! This is an absolute joke! I would have thought a self-proclaimed "legend" like yourself would fight anyone at anytime, but here you are, playing the role of coward and dragging out this saga longer than it has to be, prolonging your inevitable retirement. So what’s it going to be... are you gonna be a man and fight me... or continue to be a little pussy?

Adjusting the world title on his shoulder, Mirage slowly stands up and suddenly snatches the mic away from Moreno, having heard enough. Staring at Moreno for a few moments, eyes dead set, Mirage slowly lifts the mic.

Mirage: Son, I ain't backing down from fights...I'm backing down from outright slaughters, because let's be real here... putting me in that ring with you or that stupid hillbilly I never even heard of... that's not called a fight, it's called a homicide. And as far as I'm concerned, although I'm not your quote-unquote Legacy champion, I am the WORLD champion...

Mirage adjusts the championship belt on his shoulder and continues.

Mirage: …and so far I simply don't see the incentive of getting into the ring with a loser like yourself. So next time you wanna have a war of words with someone... try someone a little less intelligent and a little less successful than myse...

Just then, Moreno backhands Mirage right upside the head, bringing a sweeping silence over the entire arena. Slowly turning his head upward, Mirage's signature Oakleys are crooked on his face.

Mark Perletta: Moreno just hauled off and showed Mirage what he's been saying he'd show him...

Joey C: He had absolutly no right striking a fan like that, Mark! NONE!

The intensity builds as Mirage stands silently, staring back at Moreno.

Mark Perletta: A fan my ass...that's just BS alrea--

The arena explodes in a fit of excitement as Mirage dives over the guardrail and a brawl ensues...

Landon Savage: I think we got our answer from Mirage!

Exchanging blows, Mirage and Moreno stand toe to toe, neither man backing away, as security rush to ringside, pinning both men to the side of the ring, and pulling them apart from one another. Moreno takes another hard charge toward Mirage, but two security guards tackle him as others hold him down. Rearing back, Mirage spits snot all over the back of Moreno's head as he's being held down by security. Laughing at Moreno, who is going absolutely berserk, Mirage allows security to walk him off.

Mark Perletta: What a cheap shot...spitting on a man while he's being held down.

Joey C: He deserved it...he attacked Mirage unprovoked and now it's Mirage being cheap?

Landon Savage: Mirage wasn't being held down by five security guards, Joey!

Mark Perletta: At no point in the past three months have all three of these teams been in the ring legally with one another. We’ve seen the Bushido Buntai get into the ring against Long Island Hardcore. We’ve seen Bushido Buntai get into the ring against Domination. But tonight’s match gives all three teams a chance to legally get their hands on one another.

Landon Savage: In a preview for their ladder match at CALL TO ARMS, each team got to pick a member of their tag team to compete in the three-way match here tonight.

Joey C: And prior to the match, the identity of the individuals chosen by their respective teams was kept a secret, each team wanting to keep their choice under wraps, not to give the other teams an advantage.

Landon Savage: After watching the first match of the night and seeing how Katsuro Yoshida did most of the work in that one, I don’t think it’s any surprise to anyone that Osamu Hayashi was the Bushido Buntai member picked to wrestle in this match.

Joey C: Except that Katsuro Yoshida is the better competitor of the two men and would give the Bushido Buntai the best chance to win. It’s bad enough that they got double-booked, but the strategy I would’ve done with would have been to put Katsuro Yoshida in the three-way and have Osamu Hayashi take most of the work in the opening tag match.

Mark Perletta: I imagine that Shinya Nori and the Bushido Buntai have their reasons for choosing Osamu Hayashi, and he had some stiff competition in this match – CJ Nelson representing Long Island Hardcore…

Landon Savage: Which is no surprise since he’s the leader of that team.

Mark Perletta: And representing Domination, “Venom” Steve O’Reily. With guys as big as Venom and Nelson in there, you knew that power was going to play a big role in this match, but Shinya Nori is too smart to let Osamu go into that match thinking he’s going to try to match power with anybody, and that’s why Osamu Hayashi did everything he could to utilize his quickness advantage.

Landon Savage: He did just that, but enough talk, let’s get down to the footage, shall we?

Start : Footage from the Match

As Hayashi rebounds off the ropes, Steve O’Reily steps forward, grabs him around the waist and spins backwards, using Osamu’s momentum to spin around 180 degrees before putting him on the mat with a sidewalk slam. When Steve gets back up to his feet, CJ Nelson steps in and rocks him back with a hard right hand. Turning and running into the ropes, CJ rebounds with momentum and goes to clothesline O’Reily down to the mat, but Venom is able to stay on his feet. Frustrated but undeterred, Nelson runs into the ropes again and this time goes for a shoulder block, but again Steve O’Reily manages to stay on his feet. This time it’s Steve O’Reily who runs into the ropes, and on the return when he goes for a clothesline attempt it rocks CJ Nelson back a step, but the Long Island Hardcore member does not go down.

Landon Savage: Two strong men going toe to toe, and neither one of them giving an inch in this battle.

Mark Perletta: I’m not sure that CJ Nelson likes the fact that he’s going up against a guy who is just as big as him, and it’s only going to get worse for him at CALL TO ARMS, because Ben Murdock is almost as big as he is!

Nelson and O’Reily glare at one another, and just before it looks like CJ Nelson is going to lock up with Venom, CJ turns, takes a few steps and levels an unsuspecting Osamu Hayashi with a clothesline that sends him down to the mat. Knowing that neither of his opponents was expecting this to happen, Nelson gets up off the mat with a huge grin on his face, and Steve O’Reily looks pissed off. Nelson pounds his fist against his chest, as if to challenge Steve O’Reily to try to take him down yet again, and Venom complies. Running into the ropes for momentum, this time when Steve rebounds and comes flying towards CJ, he doesn’t go for a clothesline OR a shoulderblock…

Mark Perletta: Lou Thesz Press takedown by Steve O’Reily, and he’s just laying into CJ Nelson now with hard rights and lefts!

Landon Savage: Looks like he didn’t appreciate that clothesline CJ gave Osamu, but I don’t know why not… There was just as much chance that Hayashi was about to attack Steve, and then where would O’Reily be?

The referee moves in and starts yelling at Steve O’Reily for using the closed fists, and so Steve lets up on the attack. As Steve tries to lift CJ up off the mat, Nelson nails him with a headbutt to the midsection, then tackles him down to the mat. Grabbing Steve by the head to keep him from moving anywhere, CJ Nelson hits him with a European uppercut that rocks him back a few steps. Nelson gets up to his feet, backs into the ropes and then charges at O’Reily, but Steve is able to duck underneath the clothesline attempt. Nelson stops himself when he gets to the ropes, but Venom follows him in and takes him over the top rope with a clothesline out to the floor.

Mark Perletta: CJ Nelson gets dumped out onto the floor, and these fans are loving it!

Landon Savage: Steve O’Reily looks proud of himself, too, but he really should be paying attention to his other opponent!

When Steve O’Reily turns around he’s met with a side-step roundhouse kick to the gut from Osamu Hayashi, who then grabs him by the head, lifts him up and hoists him over with a suplex. Osamu rolls backwards after hitting the move, putting himself into a mounted position and he starts laying into O’Reily with hard right forearms. Meanwhile on the outside of the ring, CJ Nelson, still on one knee, lifts up the apron, searching under the ring for something. Getting his arm in between himself and Osamu, Steve shoves the Bushido Buntai member off of him and gets to his feet as quickly as possible. Before he can get all the way up, however, O’Reily is met with a dropkick from Osamu that rocks him back a step. On the outside of the ring, CJ Nelson pulls a ladder out from underneath the ring and holds it out in front of him as he stands up. Grabbing Steve by the arm, Osamu goes for an irish whip attempt. Venom uses his strength advantage to reverse it, sending Osamu towards the ropes. Instead of hitting and rebounding off of the ropes, however, Osamu sees CJ Nelson on the outside and uses his momentum to flip over the top rope, and as he comes falling towards Nelson, Hayashi throws out his legs, connecting with the ladder and sending CJ down to the arena floor.

Joey C: Holy crap, what was Osamu Hayashi thinking?!?!

Mark Perletta: I’m guessing that he wanted to make CJ Nelson regret trying to bring a ladder into this match, which he probably is, right about now.

As Osamu Hayashi works to get up off of the arena floor, Steve O’Reily heads over to the ropes nearest where he’s standing and he heads to the outside. Shoving the ladder out of the way, Osamu starts laying into the ribs of CJ Nelson with repeated kicks, keeping him on the arena floor. A couple times Nelson reaches out and tries to grab hold of Osamu’s leg, but Hayashi keeps him from doing so with a swift kick to the arm. When Steve O’Reily reaches the location of his two opponents, he drills Osamu with a left hand, spinning him around to face him. Venom then grabs Osamu around the waist, lifts him up, turns, and slams him back-first into the ring apron. When Steve lets him go, Osamu slumps down to the arena floor, holding his back. Reaching down, Steve O’Reily grabs CJ Nelson and lifts him up off the arena floor by the wrist. Venom attempts an irish whip, but CJ Nelson amazingly reverses it and sends Steve into the corner ring-post shoulder first.

Mark Perletta: Huge opportunity created there by CJ Nelson with the reversal of that irish whip, and if he hadn’t reversed that move, he’d be the one laid out on the ground right now.

Joey C: But he’s not laid out and Steve O’Reily is, and that’s the mark of a great wrestler – doing something to your opponent before he can do it to you. And because of it, CJ Nelson puts himself into a great spot to win this match.

After stomping down onto Osamu Hayashi a couple times, CJ Nelson reaches down, grabs Osamu Hayashi and throws him into the ring underneath the bottom rope, following him in right after. Shaking some cobwebs, Nelson lifts Osamu up off the mat and sends him into the ropes with an irish whip, and on the return CJ grabs Hayashi and whips him over with a huge powerslam, driving him into the mat. In a show of strength, CJ Nelson lifts Osamu up into a gorilla press, but instead of being able to do anything with him, CJ Nelson loses his grasp on the Bushido Buntai member and Hayashi drops down to his feet, landing right behind Nelson. Osamu jumps up, grabs CJ around the neck with both arms and pulls backwards, sending himself and Nelson down to the mat, picking up his feet in order to drive his knees into the middle of CJ’s back.

Mark Perletta: Nice lung blower there by Osamu Hayashi, and now he follows up the move by lifting the big man up off his back, pulling him up to his feet by the arm… irish whip into the corner as hard as he can…

Landon Savage: If Osamu Hayashi can hold on to win this match, that would be an incredible boost for his team!

Before Osamu can go for a follow-up maneuver, Steve O’Reily comes in from behind him and nails him with a double axhandle smash, doubling him over. Taking one of Osamu’s arms and threading it through, Steve O’Reily gets Hayashi into a pump-handle position, lifts him up, then slams him down into the mat. Grabbing Osamu by the arm, Steve O’Reily lifts him up and sends his opponent towards the same corner where CJ Nelson is standing dazed, hoping to collide the Bushido Buntai member into the Long Island Hardcore member, but instead, Osamu controls his momentum and hops up onto the top rope.

Joey C: Oh my God, what a jump!!

Springing off the top rope, Osamu Hayashi wraps his legs around the head of Steve O’Reily and looks for a headscissors takedown, but Steve shifts his weight and blocks the attempt, not letting Osamu’s momentum take him over. Instead, O’Reily reaches down, grabs on to his opponent, lifts him back up into the air, spins halfway around and DRIVES him downwards into the mat with a powerbomb. Seeing that CJ Nelson is still dazed in the corner, Steve O’Reily drops to the mat and hooks the leg…

One…

Two…

Three!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... "Venom" Steve O'Reily!

Mark Perletta: Steve O'Reily hits that brutal looking powerbomb to not only pick up the victory, but he gets that momentum for Domination going into Call to Arms.

Joey C: Momentum is over-rated, and I can guarantee you this: when the ladder match starts, it's not going to matter a damn bit who won this match.

We are backstage walking with Loco Martinez. We hear the in house crowd boo mercilessly, Loco smiles and whistles... almost giddily walking backstage. He turns a corner and heads to a door. A hastily made sign says, "Dan Stein".

Loco knocks quickly but doesn't wait for an answer. He just walks in. Inside, Dan Stein Loooks up and readies himself for an attack. Loco throws his hands up peacefully.

Loco Martinez: I come in peace. I extend to you... an olive branch.

Loco reaches into the pockets of his shorts and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. He hands it to Stein.

Dan Stein: What is this? Seventh grade?

Loco smirks.

Loco Martinez: Just read it. Its... uh... its part of my "therapy".

Stein shakes his head, and slowly opens the crumpled paper. He stares down, reading. He looks up. Loco nods. Stein smiles huge.

Dan Stein: So this means...

Loco turns and heads out the door.

Loco Martinez: I'll see you at Call to Arms... and be careful, Danny Boy. You just got what you wished for.

We cut backstage again to see a various members of the staff still trying to keep Rocky Stellar and Eli Storm from killing one another. One of those individuals, surprisingly, is Smith Cartwright, though he's not exactly doing much to hold either man back, he is still standing between them, leaving the physical work to the road agents and a couple of the members of the production staff.

Smith Cartwright: Look, it's obvious that the two of you still have some lingering issues with one another that is going to have to be settled at Call to Arms. Clearly you two can't seem to confine things to the ring, so here's what we're going to do...

He pauses for a moment to make sure both men are listening.

Smith Cartwright: If both of you head back to your respective hotels without attacking one another, your match at Call to Arms will be a Falls Count Anywhere match. However, if you can not peacefully leave this arena, whoever started the fight would receive a fine, but BOTH of you will be SUSPENDED WITHOUT PAY until AFTER the pay per view and your match would have to be cancelled!

The gravity of Cartwright's announcement starts to set in with both individuals, and slowly Rocky Stellar backs away from the men who are holding him back. He walks a few feet down the hall and grabs the handle from his suitcase, brought to this location by one of the road agents. He glares at Eli Storm one last time, and then he walks off.

Mark Perletta: I don’t think we need to take any time explaining just how big of a match this is going to be for one of these five individuals, giving someone a shot at the No Limits Championship, the match to take place at CALL TO ARMS against Diego de Cardenas.

Landon Savage: All five of these guys have been busting their asses to make an impact here in LEGACY, but not a single one of them has earned gold in this organization.

Joey C: Which is exactly why it’s so important to these guys, and exactly why it’s so lame that they made the rules for this match so convoluted. First pinfall does what? Eliminates someone from the match, but only the guy who scores the SECOND pinfall gets the title shot?

Landon Savage: Look, I realize that Matt Towers doesn’t get paid to find cures for diseases, Gigantus Awesomo isn’t going to be in the running as Poet Lauriat when our next President is elected, Crazy Boy doesn’t spend his time writing sonnets, and Isaac doesn’t conduct International peace talks. None of those guys are geniuses, but they can all understand what they need to do. They need to make sure they don’t get pinned, and they need to do EVERYTHING in their power to score the final fall in this match, because when the bell rings, only one man is going to have his hand raised, and that man gets a shot at Diego de Cardenas at CALL TO ARMS.

Mark Perletta: In all those names you mentioned, I didn’t hear Cronos Diamante’s name.

Landon Savage: That’s because he’s not a hulking brute or a schizophrenic. Cronos is different than the rest of those guys.

Joey C: He may be smarter than the rest, but that’s not what’s going to win this match, toughness is.

Mark Perletta: Well since this match isn’t going to be won until two falls are scored, let’s get down to the ring and check out the action.

Start : Footage from the Match

Standing toe to toe in the middle of the ring, Gigantus Awesomo and Isaac Entragian are trading shots back and forth, just laying into each other. Neither man allows himself to get knocked down, though as they continue throwing fists, they get knocked back a step, the damage taking its toll.

Mark Perletta: Gigantus Awesomo has been waiting to do this since he was attacked by Isaac Entragian two weeks ago… and although Isaac might have been manipulated into the attack by Tim Jones, he’s still the one who took out Awesomo with a brutal attack, and he’s having to own up to it here and now.

Joey C: And I don’t think he minds it one bit! Isaac’s a tough guy, and he’s tearing into Gigantus!

After getting rocked back a few steps by a hard left hand from Awesomo, Isaac backs into the ropes and then comes forward and drills Gigantus with a boot to the face that sends him down to the mat and out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, his manager Orlando running around to give him a couple words of advice. Isaac then goes right to work on another member of the match, pulling Cronos away from Crazy Boy, grabbing him by the throat and choking him. From the outside, one of the three referees starts yelling at Isaac to stop, but another referee comes over to the first referee and gets him to stop admonishing Isaac for his actions.

Joey C: I think that young referee forgot that this is a match contested under No Limits rules, so that choke from Isaac is perfectly legal.

Mark Perletta: If Isaac can win this match, imagine if he can get those hands around the neck of Diego de Cardenas, especially after what happened at the Jacksonville SuperCard… We could see a new champion.

Landon Savage: Any of the guys in this match could be the new No Limits Champion, Perletta, because they all have the same slim chance of beating Diego de Cardenas.

As Isaac continues to choke Cronos Diamante, the gigantic Matt Towers moves in and drills the albino monster from behind with a clubbing blow, causing him to release his hold on Cronos. Isaac starts to try to get up, but Towers clubs him for a second time, then starts choking Isaac. Not wanting to stay in that situation very long, Entragian hits Towers with a kick to the gut, then another one, and Matt lets go of his grip. Before the giant can do anything further to Isaac, Cronos steps in and takes Isaac by the arm and irish whips him into the ropes. On the return Cronos takes Isaac down with a hard drop toe hold. Matt Towers spots an opportunity, backs up a step, hops up into the air and then drops a leg across the back of Isaac’s neck.

Mark Perletta: What a MONSTER of a leg-drop from Matt Towers, and some nice teamwork there from Cronos Diamante and the big man!

Landon Savage: I don’t think the teamwork is intentional, I don’t’ think it will continue, but I think it’s effective!

As Matt Towers tries to get up off the mat, Crazy Boy leaps off the top turnbuckle, stomping down onto the back of Towers, sending him right back down to the mat. Crazy Boy lands on his feet, turns and runs into the ropes for momentum. On the return Tyrone leaps into the air, spins over and lands back first onto the back of Matt Towers. Cronos sees what’s going on and he tries to move in to get involved but he’s grabbed from behind by Gigantus Awesomo, who just got back into the ring. When Awesomo spins Cronos around, he drills Diamante in the head with a bionic elbow smash, dropping Cronos down to the mat. Diamante works to get back up off the mat, but Awesomo grabs him, moves across the ring and tosses Cronos over the top rope to the outside.

Joey C: Smart move by Gigantus to increase his odds of winning this match, and you can bet that his manager Orlando is not only proud of Awesomo for doing it, he’s probably the one who told him to!

Landon Savage: It’s strategy like that which could win Awesomo not only this match, but possibly the No Limits Championship as well.

Mark Perletta: We still have two falls yet to go in this match, though it looks like Awesomo has a good shot at scoring at least one of them.

After taking Cronos out of the situation momentarily, Gigantus Awesomo moves in and decides to help Crazy Boy work over Matt Towers, and both of them start laying into the big man with stomps. Slowly, Matt Towers tries to work his way up off the mat. Crazy Boy backs into the ropes and comes off with a dropkick to the ribs, but Towers remains with one knee underneath him, one foot on the mat. Crazy Boy turns and runs into the ropes, looking for another quick move. During the momentary break in the double-team, Towers drills Awesomo with an elbow smash to the gut, doubling Gigantus over, and then Towers turns and springs up off the mat with a diving clothesline that takes Crazy Boy head over heels.

As Matt Towers gets back to his feet, Isaac Entragian moves in and rakes his eyes and then nails him with a hard right hand that drops him down to a knee, but Towers gets back up. Grabbing him around the throat, Isaac starts trying to choke the life out of Matt Towers, but the Big Mean Bastard flails in with a hard right clubbing fist which connects to the rib area of Isaac Entragian, loosening his grip. A second clubbing blow to the ribs buys Towers an opportunity, and he gets himself up off the mat and shoves Isaac aside. When Awesomo sees this, he moves in and starts working over Isaac Entragian.

Mark Perletta: I don’t know what it’s going to take for someone to put Matt Towers on his back for the count, as you see him just… Wait, that young woman coming down the ramp… isn’t that…

Joey C: Damn right it is, that’s Matt Towers’ ex-girlfriend Nicole. I’ve been wondering when she’d show back up.

Landon Savage: Sure, she’s hot, but a second Nicole around this place?

Joey C: And they’re both HOT!

Mark Perletta: I’m not sure exactly why she’s out here, though. From what we’ve seen it doesn’t appear that Matt Towers actually wants her to be involved in either his career OR his life in general!

Landon Savage: Now wait just a minute, who is this guy who just jumped the guardrail?

Mark Perletta: I don’t know, I’ve never seen him before… and he just grabbed Nicole by the arm and he’s dragging her out into the crowd! What’s going on?!

With his attention turned towards the strange events outside the ring, Matt Towers seems to forget that he’s competing in a wrestling match. Finally snapping out of his haze, Towers turns back towards the center of the ring just in time to get caught with a hard right hand to the face from Isaac Entragian. Grabbing Towers by the arm, Isaac irish whips him across the ring into the far corner, which Towers hits hard chest first. Isaac charges in and nails him in the back of the neck with a running forearm shot that rocks the giant back a few steps. Turning him around, Isaac takes Towers by the arm yet again and looks for a second irish whip, but Towers holds on to the top rope.

Landon Savage: That big man is holding on with all the strength he’s got left!

Mark Perletta: Isaac’s first attempt at a second irish whip is blocked by Towers, but it looks like he’s going to try again…

This attempt is successful, and as Matt Towers is sent across the ring he’s met halfway by Crazy Boy, who just leaped off the top rope from the corner where Towers was headed. Crazy Boy connects with a flying cross-body block that takes Matt Towers down to the mat. Crazy Boy immediately hooks the leg and one of the referees from the outside slides in and makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Josephina Colbert: With the first fall of this match, Matt Towers HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

Joey C: Crazy Boy has just eliminated Matt Towers!

Mark Perletta: It looks like Matt Towers was almost so surprised by the pinfall attempt and distracted by the events going on outside the ring that he almost just… FORGOT to kick out!

Landon Savage: I don’t know if those two series of moves alone would’ve been enough to eliminate Matt Towers on their own, but what’s important is that he just got eliminated from this match, and now whoever scores the next fall will get the No Limits Title shot at CALL TO ARMS!

Immediately after Crazy Boy rolls off of Matt Towers, Gigantus reaches down and grabs Tyrone, lifts him up into the air, turns, and SLAMS him down into the mat, crashing down with him. Awesomo gets back up to his feet, only to drop straight back down, falling forwards and sending a hard headbutt into the chest of Crazy Boy. Meanwhile as Isaac looks to get back into the fray with those two, Cronos cuts him off and starts pummeling him with hard right hands, then taking him down to the mat with a judo slam. Once the albino is on the mat, Cronos works to try to lock in an upper-body submission hold, but Isaac fights it, not wanting to give Cronos the opportunity to wear him down. Sensing that he’s not going to be able to get the upperhand, Cronos gets up to a crouching position and then fires a wicked knee right into the ribs of Entragian, following it up with a second and third attempt.

Mark Perletta: Nice shots there by Cronos, and now it looks like he’s going to go over and help out Crazy Boy.

Joey C: He should’ve stuck to working on Isaac!

On the outside of the ring we see Matt Towers being forced to walk up the ramp by two of LEGACY's road agents, and it appears to be taking heavy convincing, as his gaze is still set towards the ring, rage on his face.

Mark Perletta: It looks like reality set in with Matt Towers, and now he's getting upset that he won't be the one to face Diego de Cardenas at the pay per view.

Landon Savage: It looks like he's eyeing a potential alternate opponent, and whoever it is, they should be concerned that he's going to be taking his frustrations out on them.

Coming up from behind Gigantus Awesomo, Cronos nails him with a roundhouse kick to the ribs, then a second one, both of them finding their mark and stinging into the sides of the masked man. Grabbing him from behind, Cronos wraps Awesomo up the best he can and then slings him backwards, both men falling backwards in a belly to back suplex attempt that drops the shoulders of Gigantus Awesomo down onto the chest of Isaac Entragian.

Mark Perletta: Oh! What a clever move by Cronos to not only inflict some damage on Gigantus Awesomo, but to also keep up the attack on Isaac Entragian as well!

Waiting for Awesomo to get up off the mat, Cronos positions himself in behind the masked man, and as Awesomo starts to rise to his feet, Cronos moves in and starts trying to lock in the full nelson, going for the Ne-Han. Awesomo battles back, not wanting to let Cronos get his hands locked together, but Cronos battles just as hard. Letting go with one arm, Diamante fires in with a couple of shots to the shoulder area of Gigantus, still holding on to the half-nelson, and then he tries again and locks it in.

Struggling, Gigantus Awesomo is unable to get out of the full nelson, and slowly, Cronos takes him down to his knees, trying to complete the Ne-Han. On the other side of the ring, Isaac Entragian is starting to work his way up off the mat, and as Crazy Boy spots an opportunity, he gets out onto the apron and works his way to the top rope. When Isaac is nearly to his feet, Crazy Boy leaps off… BUT ISAAC CATCHES HIM IN MID AIR…

LIFTS HIM UP OVER HIS HEAD….

DISEMBOWELER!!

ISAAC MAKES THE COVER AFTER HITTING THE HUGE GUT BUSTER…

One…

Two…

Three.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Isaac... Entragian!!

Mark Perletta: And with that victory, Isaac Entragian will go on to Call to Arms to get his rematch against Diego de Cardenas, a match a lot of people thought he was going to win the first time.

Joey C: A match that Diego de Cardenas used to show everyone that the term "No Limits" certainly applies to him, winning a match that most people claimed he didn't have a chance at winning.

Landon Savage: I think the odds are going to be a lot closer for the second match between them, now that Diego doesn't seem like such an under-dog going into a title defense against the albino circus freak.

The scene opens backstage near the gorilla position. In sight there's a table with a white table cloth lining it, and on top of it sits two things- a cooler of RockStar energy drinks, and further down a stainless steel coffee pot with a neatly placed stack of styrofoam cups. There stands Jake Dominion, Crash & X-Calibur, all in their wrestling attire getting ready to head out for the Main Event. Jake grabs a Rock Star, pops it open and begins to speak...

Jake Dominion: You boyz ready? We're up next...

X looks at the gratuitously plugged product filling the cooler to the brim and shakes his head. X grabs the purple colored can- which can only mean sweet tasting Guava goodness.

X-Calibur: Look, Jake... I don't know how many more of these Rockstars I can possibly drink. I’ve tried every fucking flavor three times over...

X looks at the Rockstar in his hands and sighs.

Jake Dominion: C'mon Eryk, they're good for you. Besides, why else would they leave a cooler out for, huh?

Jake takes another obvious swig in front of the camera, watching himself up on the monitors with his head tilted in that direction; Crash quickly chimes in.

Crash: I dunno how you two drink so much of that shit. Last time I had one, I didn't sleep for nearly a week.

A loud popping noise fills the vicinity again, this time from X who just popped the can he begrudgingly took from the cooler. Like being forced into eating dessert after already eating an entire Thanksgiving turkey, X lets out an ugly noise of what is most assuredly nausea.

X-Calibur: I dunno, Jake. I mean, my heart's been fluttering all day. Then again, that COULD be the excitement of the three of us ass kicking machines finally teaming up for the first time in a whole decade of knowing one another. Who knows.

Jake raises the Rock Star tin.

Jake Dominion: Here here, I'll drink another one to that!

X-Calibur: Dude... no. You don't have t-

Before X can finish his sentence, Jake is pouring it down his gullet. X cries out in pain as he watches Jake’s eyes tear up from the drink’s carbonation.

Crash: Haha, man up Eryk! Man up!

In ONE entire gulping process, Jake finishes the contents of the can and his pupils go round and as black as buttons. He spikes it down on the ground, and screams out like he’s in a sports bar and his favorite team just scored.

X-Calibur: This is ridiculous. We have a match to wrestle in and Jake’s going all Frank The Tank on us here with Rockstars.

Jake CONTINUES screaming, pointing in every which direction. For a moment, it looks as if he’s going to break out into a Disco dance, but he switches his hands into the form of a machine gun

Jake Dominion: BABABABABABABABABABABABOOOOOOW!

Crash: Uh, Jake?

X shakes his head, as Jake grabs another can from the cooler. This time it’s an orange colored mango flavored can. Jake pops the top, swigs, and X almost goes into cardiac arrest just from watching.

Jake Dominion: IT’S ON, BITCHES! SYNDICATE’S GOING DOWN IN A SLICK PIT OF MOTHERFUCK! BE-DUB-CHUBBA-WUBBA-SHEEEEEYIT!!!!

Suddenly, Jake CLOTHESLINES the cooler off the table, sending Rockstars all over the place. Then, directly to the side of it, Jake grabs the lone standing coffee pot and CHUCKS it at a passerby to the threesome’s leftside. It narrowly misses him, shatters, and then splatters all over the wall.

X-Calibur: That does it. Time for an intervention.

Without warning, X vigorously swipes the Rockstar from Jake.

X sets the Rockstar down on the table, when out of NOWHERE Jake TACKLES him onto the table! The combined weight of both heavyweights proves to be too much as the thin legs give way and the table crashes to the ground. Jake then proceeds to try and forcefully pour the Rockstar down X's gullet.

Crash: JAKE!

X-Calibur: GET HIM OFF ME!

Crash reaches down and waist locks Jake tightly and pulls him up off of X-Calibur. X quickly gets up as well, and holds Jake firmly by his right arm and shoulder with both hands. Crash elbows X-Calibur in the arm and nods toward Jake.

Crash: He's like an ANIMAL!

X-Calibur: You ain't fuckin' kiddin', dude. It's like he got an injection of that RAGE shit from 28 Days Later...

X winces in pain a bit from the hard landing he and Jake just took on the table, then shakes his head while looking at Crash.

X-Calibur: Wait, our match is next, right?

Crash nods.

X looks at Jake, who's screaming and yelling incoherently towards the black curtains. Empty and full cans alike scatter the concrete ground amidst taped down electrical wires. After a moment of thinking on a whim, X just shrugs and looks back at Crash.

X-Calibur: You know what, man?

Crash: What’s that?

X lets both of his arms go from Jake's right arm, and JAKE. TAKES. OFF. X laughs at the sight of Jake blazing through the curtains and listens to the roaring sound of a surprised crowd marking out at Jake's sudden appearance with absolutely no theme music.

Crash: Y'know... Maybe I'll have one of them Rockstar's after all...

X laughs, then picks two up from the ground and hands one off to Crash.

X-Calibur: Poor bastards have NO idea what’s coming...

At the same time they pop it open and look up at the monitors, where Jake is shaking the ropes and pounding his chest.

Crash: You ain’t kiddin’.

They both chug back... let out a loud scream, and run full speed ahead out to the ring with roaring approval from the fans in attendance.

Mark Perletta: I don’t think anyone would try to argue that either of the two teams in tonight’s main event are random pairings.

Joey C: We’ve heard and seen – ad nauseum – all about the friendship between X-Calibur, Crash, and Jake Dominion. Jake and Crash are teaming up… X-Calibur would’ve been at Jake’s side to reform their little tag team if it weren’t for Crash… Crash and X-Calibur are old friends and former tag team partners… Fine, enough already, we get it!

Landon Savage: And that backstage thing just before their match, with the Rockstar Energy drink…

Mark Perletta: For guys like the three of us who have been watching this industry for the past couple decades, we’re very familiar with the history between those three, but for some of the newer fans who started watching a year or two ago, I think they’ve gotten a good glimpse into how well these three get along… and it’s not like these have been contrived situations. These three guys like to hang out.

Landon Savage: John Thomas isn’t exactly a stranger to Gryffin Anselm and James Win, though. John Thomas came up in this business with a lot of help from Gryffin Anselm, so those two guys know each other real well.

Mark Perletta: From what I’ve heard, John Thomas and Gryffin Anselm trained together during at least eight days out of the past two weeks.

Landon Savage: Just like old times when they used to train together every day. Going into this match I knew that neither team was going to have a clear advantage over the other as far as teamwork was concerned, and both teams have ample motivation to want to pick up the victory to give themselves added momentum going into the pay per view.

Joey C: This is the last STRIFE match before the pay per view, and with all the great action that went down between these six guys, I say we cut the talk and get down to the action.

Start : Footage from the Match

Dropping down to one knee, Gryffin sends a hard right hand into X-Calibur’s gut, doubling him over. Grabbing him by the head, Anselm hooks X-Calibur in and goes to lift him up for a vertical suplex, but when he reaches the apex of the lift, X-Calibur shifts his weight and ends up behind Gryffin. X quickly steps up, grabs Gryffin around the neck, hooks his leg around one of Gryffin’s and then throws him backwards with a side Russian legsweep. Popping back up to his feet, X-Calibur quickly drops an elbow that finds its mark in the middle of Gryffin’s chest. Anselm works to get back to his feet, but X-Calibur isn’t going to let his opponent attempt to get back on the offensive.

Joey C: C’mon, ref! X-Calibur with a hand-full of hair!

Mark Perletta: Anselm back on his feet now, X-Calibur looking for the inverted atomic drop…

Landon Savage: No! Anselm avoids the hold with a forearm to the side of X’s head, and he’s back in this match!

Wrapping his arms around X-Calibur, Gryffin quickly spins around and drops his opponent down to the mat with a belly to belly side suplex, getting up and roaring, throwing his arms out to the side, proud of himself over the move he just hit, having put his opponent onto the mat. The crowd jeers and Anselm soaks it in and then goes back to work. Stepping in, Gryffin reaches down and grabs X-Calibur by the head and starts to lift him up off the mat. As he does, Anselm is met with a rising shoulder to the gut as X buys himself an opportunity. Trying to make the absolute MOST of the chance, X-Calibur reaches up and grabs Gryffin by the head, the crowd getting a wave of excitement as he goes for the X-Terminator, but before he can hit it, Gryffin shoves X off of him, sending him right into a spinning heel kick from James Win.

Mark Perletta: The All Star getting himself involved in this match illegally, and he caught X-Calibur right on the jaw with that kick.

Landon Savage: Pretty, wasn’t it?

Joey C: Just more of the great teamwork here by the Syndicate, putting a member of The Three Amigos on their back, and I couldn’t love it more if I tried!

As the referee yells at Win for getting involved, he puts up his hands and backs up into his team’s corner and gets back out onto the apron. No sooner does The All Star get back out of the ring than Gryffin walks over and officially tags him into the match. When James gets into the ring, he stomps down on X-Calibur a couple times and then runs towards the ropes. Leaping up, James tries to go for his version of an Asai Moonsault, but as he puts his feet onto the top rope, Jake Dominion grabs onto the very same segment of rope and hops off the apron. James loses his footing on the wobbling surface and falls back down to the mat.

Mark Perletta: Smart play there by Jake Dominion to keep James Win from hitting that Golden Moonsault, and as he does, he looks like Ultimate Warrior for the second time tonight, this time shaking the ropes…

Landon Savage: Don’t even think about continuing down that line…

Crawling over to the side of the ring, James grabs onto the ropes and tries his best to pull himself up to his feet, but when he gets to a vertical base, he’s nailed from behind by X-Calibur, who runs in and drills him with an diving elbow shot that takes James back down to the mat. X-Calibur lays into James with a few right hands, then lifts him to his feet and grabs him by the wrist, backs him into the ropes and then sends him across the ring with an irish whip. The All Star rebounds off the ropes and heads right towards X-Calibur, who charges in and goes for a clothesline, but James Win is able to duck underneath the attempt. When James hits the ropes a second time, he hooks his elbows over the top rope and stops his momentum. Instead of continuing to square off with X-Calibur, Win reaches over and tags in John Thomas.

Mark Perletta: Look who’s going for an early exit…

Landon Savage: PLEASE! James Win knows how badly John Thomas wants some revenge on X-Calibur, and he’s just giving his friend the opportunity to do so.

When John gets into the ring, X-Calibur turns his attention on him. The two men start to size each other up, circling the ring. As soon as X’s back is turned, though, James Win runs over and dives at X-Calibur, nailing him in the shoulder with a flying forearm, getting a chorus of boos from the live crowd. John Thomas immediately runs in and starts stomping in on X-Calibur, drilling him in the back repeatedly. Stepping over the lower half of X’s body, John grabs each of his opponent’s legs and pulls up into a Boston crab.

Joey C: Keep it locked on, JT! Show him what you’re made of!

Mark Perletta: Crash looks like he’s determined to not let that happen, getting into the ring… he’s sizing John up…

Landon Savage: Intercepted! Gryffin Anselm gets into the ring and takes Crash out before he has a chance to break up the hold!

Mark Perletta: That he did, and things aren’t looking good for… Oh wait, now they aren’t looking so good for John Thomas! Gryffin took out Crash, but no one did anything about Jake Dominion! With the referee focusing on getting Anselm out of the ring, Jake Dominion came into the match and took John Thomas down with a face-slam!

The crowd going wild, excited by Dominion getting involved, the referee turns his attention back to the action at hand and yells at Jake to leave the ring, having already removed Anselm from the match. Before Dominion leaves the ring, he grabs onto the top rope and shakes them, getting a big pop from the crowd. Dominion gets back out onto the apron and the match continues.

John Thomas is the first of the two men up to his feet, and he takes the opportunity to grab X-Calibur by the wrist, and even before pulling him all the way up to his feet, John sends him into the ropes with an irish whip. This time it’s X who stops his momentum by hooking the top rope, and then he reaches backwards and tags in Crash. As Crash gets into the ring and X-Calibur moves out onto the apron, Jake Dominion looks at X-Calibur and motions towards Crash, then points at himself.

Landon Savage: Looks like some friction there between team mates, and Dominion looks pissed off that Crash got tagged into the match instead of him.

Mark Perletta: It’s clear that Dominion wanted to get tagged into the match, but I don’t think X-Calibur chose Crash over him, I think X-Calibur just tagged in whoever was closer, and that happened to be Crash. Don’t read too much into it.

Crash comes right at John Thomas and starts laying into him with hard right hands. Grabbing John by the wrist, Crash whips his opponent across the ring into the corner, which John hits hard chest first. Crash walks over and turns John around, kicking him in the gut a couple of times, doubling him over. Taking John once again by the wrist, Crash takes a few steps backwards and whips John across the ring, this time John is able to turn around just before he hits the corner, this time connecting with his back. Crash spots the opportunity and runs full steam towards the corner, dropping his shoulder, looking to connect with the chest of his opponent…

Landon Savage: John Thomas moves out of the way! Crash connects corner first with that steel corner post!

Joey C: Follow it up, Johnny, follow it up!

John spins around and grabs Crash by the head, then PLANTS him into the mat with a DDT. With a big grin on his face, John mocks the crowd’s negative reaction and then he heads out onto the apron and starts to head towards the near corner but sees Jake Dominion, so then he moves towards the neutral corner, which is a bit further away from Crash, but he decides he’s close enough and then starts to climb. Part of the way up, John Thomas notices that Crash is starting to get up off the mat, so he moves a little faster. Once up on the top turnbuckle, John measures up Crash one more time, turns his back towards his opponent and leaps backwards with a moonsault…

Mark Perletta: Crash catches him! Crash catches John Thomas in mid-air, not as “knocked out” as John Thomas thought he was… and a BRUTAL POWERSLAM BY CRASH!!

Landon Savage: Somehow, someway, with the last bit of energy he’s got, John forces himself up off the mat… and he makes the tag in to Gryffin Anselm!

Joey C: Crash against Gryffin Anselm… two huge bulls locking horns, should be great.

The moment Anselm gets into the ring, Crash meets up with him and drills him with a couple hard right hands. He then sends Gryffin into the ropes with an irish whip, but on the return Anselm leaps up and drills Crash with a rising knee lift. Using a couple axhandle blows to the upper shoulder region, Gryffin wears Crash down a bit, doubling him over. Pulling Crash in, Gryffin sets up like he’s going to go for a powerbomb, but before he can do anything of the sort…

BAM!!

Iced Out Superkick to the jaw from Jake Dominion, and Gryffin is down!!

Joey C: What the hell?! Can’t the referee keep any kind of order in this match?!

Mark Perletta: Crash went down to one knee, never falling to the mat when Gryffin released him after getting kicked in the mouth, and so obviously Crash with the slight advantage here, but can he capitalize for his team?

As the referee yells at Jake Dominion to leave the ring, Crash walks over and starts to lift Gryffin up off the mat. As he does so, however, he’s met with a low blow from the Syndicate member, halting his offensive. This gives Gryffin enough time to get back up to one foot, allowing him to reach over and tag in James Win. The All Star immediately gets into the ring and starts pounding away at Crash with hard right hands, and then he sets him up into a standing headscissors…

Mark Perletta: The All Star hooks one arm, he struggles to get the other one…

Landon Savage: This could be it. If James Win hits the Starburst Pedigree, this match will be ALL OVER for Crash and the Three Amigos.

Joey C: There’s the second arm!

Before James can complete the move, Crash flexes in, trapping James’ arms and then he shoves himself backwards, not only flipping The All Star over with a back-drop type maneuver, but slamming himself down onto Win as they both hit the mat, James landing onto his back first, Crash driving him downwards. The crowd goes wild as Crash pulls himself away from Win, grabbing him by the hair and lifting him to his feet. Scooping James right up, Crash sets him up into a tombstone position… spins…

Mark Perletta: Aero Zeppelin Driver!!! That’s going to do it!!

Crash hooks the leg, going for the pinfall attempt. Jake Dominion and X-Calibur quickly enter the ring, trying to ensure that Gryffin Anselm and John Thomas don’t get involved….

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... X-Calibur... Jake Dominion... and Crrrrrrrash!!!

Mark Perletta: And there you have it, the Rockstar Trio have taken this match, giving them a huge, all natural boost for their respective matches going into Call to Arms.

Joey C: They're lucky, that's what it comes down to. Jake Dominion was reckless tonight after drinking all those Rockstar Energy drinks, and had he been in the match more than he was, he would've been a liability to their team.

Mark Perletta: Jake Dominion might not have been in the ring as much as the other two, especially X-Calibur, but he certainly left his mark on this match on more than one occassion, specifically in making sure that Syndicate double-teams didn't work out as planned.

Landon Savage: I may not have enjoyed the result, but that was one hell of a good match.

The parting shot of the night is of X-Calibur, Crash, and Jake Dominion standing at the top of the ramp, raising each other's hands in victory as the crowd goes wild. Overhead on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron, you can see Anselm and Thomas still in the ring, not looking happy with the result, and James Win still laid out.

Fade to black. Silence.

Music?

We hear soft acoustic opening Our Lady Peace's "Angels / Losing / Sleep". The question "What is our Legacy?" come across in script.

The words melt away and we see a shot of Diego de Cardenas stretching back stage.

"Looks like the holy ghost is gone
Now your afraid of yourself"

Crazy Boy standing in the ring across from Loco Martinez

"Over your shoulder you have to watch
Heaven fall into hell"

Ray Willmott in a Legacy ring for the first time... moments later... Alex Harmston.

A driving bass lick, drums, and driving guitar kick in.

"Looks like your boat's about to sink
So it's time to prepare"

Strong Style Dragon raising his newly won Tao of Valor championship above his head.

"Even the angels are losing sleep
And the sidewalks are bare"

Stephen Rawlings napping backstage many hours before a show.

"It's like the calm before the storm
You better swim"

X-Calibur and Crash sharing a laugh as they walk through backstage.

"Just like it's cold before it's warm
You'll get back here again"

Marcus Marion staring down Stephen Rawlings with his newly won World Title.

"And I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait"

John Thomas stretching pre-match

"I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait"

X-Calibur making his way to the ring, flash bulbs popping.

"I'll wait, I'll wait till you fall from grace"

Rocky Stellar calmly walking across the parking lot towards the arena, bags in tow.

"It's calm before the storm, it's there,"

Eli Storm intently taping up his left wrist

"Then its Gone"

Diego de Cardenas and Crazy Boy circle, awaiting the bell to ring.

"Oh it looks like the war was in your head
Not your heart"

Loco Martinez staring down Rob Belote at the Super Card.

"Just when you think it's figured out
Well it all falls apart"

Gigantus Awesomo stands in the ring auditioning managers. Quick snap shots of each manager. finally landing on Orlando and Gigantus walking out the ring... reaching the entance... we know what happens next but we cut before the action.

"It's like the calm before the storm
You better swim"

Ron Bailey eyes up and opponent, a confident hunger in his eyes.

"Just like it's cold before it's warm
You'll get back here again"

The Syndicate backstage playing cards. Laughing. enjoying themselves.

"And I'll wait I'll wait I'll wait I'll wait"

Long Island Hardcore pulling into the arena parking lot.

"I'll wait I'll wait I'll wait I'll wait"

Bushido Buntai with Shinya Nori walking through an airport together.

"I'll wait I'll wait till you fall from grace"

Domination and Trent Logan grabbing a bite to eat at local diner.

"It's the calm before the storm"

An empty sidewalk outisde an arena.

"It's there then it's gone"

A flash and its mobbed with rabid Legacy fans waiting to enter.

"Looks like the holy ghost is gone
Looks like the holy ghost is gone"

Inside the arena is empty. The ring isn't set up. fast forward... the ring and rigging is set up. The crowd scurries in. Flash bulbs pop. We spin dizzingly over the crowd, waiting for that first superstar to make their appearance.

"Looks like the war was in your head
Looks like the war was in your head"

Loco Martinez walking away from a match. Walking out on Legacy...

turns into Loco sizing up Dan Stein... ready to pounce. But before he does we cut away.

"War was in your head"

Matt Towers stepping out onto the rampway.

"I'll wait I'll wait I'll wait I'll wait"

A shot of the champions in quick succession: Strong Style Dragon, Diego de Cardenas, The Syndicate, and Stephen Rawlings.

"I'll wait I'll wait I'll wait I'll wait"

A shot of an empty ring bathed in a white spotlight.

"I'll wait I'll wait till you fall from grace"

A full arena filled with rabid fans approaching a fevered pitch... yearning for that first match of the night, but before anyone comes out? we cut away.

"It's the calm before the storm
It's there then it's gone"

The arena is empty again. Words come across the screen.

The wait is almost over.

CALL TO ARMS is up next.

What will your Legacy be?