The lights dim and pale blue spotlights twirl all over the arena, amongst the crowd, on the ramp, and on the ring itself. "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria strikes up over the speakers and the fans perk up.

Josephina Colbert: Introducing first… from Huntington Beach California… Justin… Moreno!!

As “Welcome Home” continues, Justin Moreno steps out from the back to a good reaction from the fans. He’s wearing a silver pleather hooded vest with his LEGACY Merchandise T-Shirt visible underneath the vest, black Gargoyles sunglasses covering his eyes. He takes off the glasses, halfway down the ramp, handing them to a lucky fan along the isle.

Joey C: What an idiot that guy is, giving away those sunglasses? Moreno can’t afford to be doing things like that.

Mark Perletta: I would venture to guess that if he wins this match here tonight, he’ll have plenty of money in his bank account to buy all the sunglasses he’ll need.

Joey C: Exactly my point. He’s not going to be winning this match, and he’ll be wanting to save his money.

Mark Perletta: Well regardless, Justin Moreno is going to be as intense in this match as we’ve seen him thus far in his career, stepping it up on the intensity we saw from him a few weeks ago, turning the contempt he’s developed for Marcus Mirage into something constructive.

Landon Savage: And to think, Mirage could’ve been spared from having to waste his time with a guy like Moreno if Marcus Marion had just given Justin a match on STRIFE and given Moreno the ass kicking he deserves. That’s where all of Moreno’s frustration comes from, and that would put an end to it.

Mark Perletta: That might have been the start of his frustrations, but Justin has every right to be upset by Mirage’s actions here in LEGACY, and it’s about time someone stepped up to do something about it.

Once Moreno gets to the bottom of the ramp, he hops up onto the apron, puts his hands on the top rope and does a front flip into the ring. Taking off his hooded vest and handing it to the ring attendant, Moreno then hops up onto the second rope, getting another pop from the fans. Taking off his shirt, Moreno points to the “Huntington Beach’s Most Extreme” slogan on the back of it and then throws it out into the crowd, leaving him just in his long, baggy silver pleather shorts with tribal designs on the legs. When he hops down off of the turnbuckle, his music fades under.

Josephina Colbert: And his opponent… hailing from Chicago Illinois… a self proclaimed World Champion… Marcus… Mirrrrrage!!!

“Resurrection” by Fear Factory hits the speakers and Marcus Mirage steps through the curtain to an large ovation of booing, sections of cheers scattered about. His standard Oakley half-wires on his face, Mirage casually walks down the ramp, wearing just a pair of carpenter jean shorts below the World Championship belt he has around his waist, Nike gym shoes on his feet. Instead of a shirt, Mirage has a towel that has a hole cut in the middle of it, allowing him to wear it around his neck, draped over his shoulders and the top part of his chest.

Joey C: And here he comes, the SHOOT Project World Champion, and I think it’s safe to say this is a non-title match.

Mark Perletta: Primarily because that belt doesn’t hold any weight here in LEGACY.

Landon Savage: Obviously it’s not a LEGACY sanctioned championship, but to say that belt is worthless would be an idiotic statement. That belt has a good history behind it, plenty of talented guys have held that belt and sought after that belt, and that needs to be recognized. There’s a reason why that belt is still in his possession, and that’s because no one was good enough to beat him for it.

When Mirage gets to the bottom of the ramp, he looks up into the ring at his opponent, then wanders around to the time keeper’s table where he turns around and has Josephina Colbert take the belt from around his waist. Once free of his championship, he turns around, taps the belt a couple of times, then walks towards the ring. Before he hops up onto the apron, he looks over to the front row where his usual chair sits, and tonight it sits empty. He looks on with a slightly confused look on his face as a rowdy group of fans seated all around that empty chair are cheering him wildly. Shaking his head, Mirage gets into the ring.

Mark Perletta: Now that both competitors are in the ring and getting set to go, the referee calls both Justin Moreno and Marcus Mirage to meet up with him so he can remind them about the rules they’re expected to follow.

Joey C: It doesn’t look like Mirage is going to be joining J-Mo in the middle of the ring, and the referee doesn’t appear to have any hope of convincing…

Suddenly Marcus Mirage turns around, runs in and drills Moreno in the face with a hard right hand, rocking him back a couple steps. Mirage doesn’t relent, following it up with a hard forearm shot to the cheek of Moreno, sending him back into the corner. Mirage runs in and twists around, hitting a hard back left elbow that takes Justin off his feet, dropping him to the mat.

Immediately Mirage starts laying into Moreno with kick after kick, right to the chest. Trying to stop the attack, Justin ducks under the bottom rope. The referee moves in and tries to get Mirage to stop, but he doesn’t want to relent. Finally the referee is able to force Mirage back a few steps, and he quickly gets out of the way. Mirage grabs Moreno by the ankles, lifts his feet up into the air, then takes a few quick steps backwards towards the middle of the ring, yanking Justin up off the mat, dropping him down onto his back.

Landon Savage: Well if Moreno was going to hide out under that bottom rope, Mirage might as well force him to fight.

Mark Perletta: I wouldn’t exactly say Moreno was hiding under the bottom rope, but it doesn’t matter now, as the match continues and Mirage jumps in and hits a leaping elbow drop from a standing position that hits right in the middle of Moreno’s sternum.

Getting back to his feet, Mirage grabs Moreno by the arm, lifts him up to his feet and sends him across the ring into the opposite corner. Moreno hits hard, spinning around slowly and stumbling back towards the middle of the ring. Mirage moves back in, grabs Moreno by the wrist again, takes a few steps back and sends Moreno into the turnbuckle of the corner he was in just a minute ago. This time Moreno hits so hard that he flips over the top rope and falls down to the outside.

Mark Perletta: Moreno hits that turnbuckle so hard that he gets sent to the outside… and I get the idea that even if that wasn’t what Mirage was going for, he’s happy with the result.

Joey C: He’s in total control right now, and I don’t see how he could be anything BUT pleased with how this is going. People were doubting that Mirage would be able to step it up after being out of the ring for a while, but he’s doing just fine.

Casually stepping between the ropes, Mirage gets out onto the apron and then slowly walks down the ring steps. Mirage walks over to where Justin Moreno is laid out and he lays a hard stomp down into Moreno’s shoulder area, flipping him over onto his back and then laying another stomp down into Justin’s chest. Grabbing Moreno by the arm, Mirage helps his opponent up to his feet, only to step next to him and grab him into a side headlock, as if he were going to go for a bulldog takedown. Instead, though, Mirage turns and takes a few quick steps towards the corner ringpost. Before he can smash Justin’s head into it, however, Mirage loses his grip as Justin slips out of the side headlock. Justin uses Mirage’s momentum against him, sending Mirage shoulder-first into the steel post.

Mark Perletta: Justin Moreno just saved himself a headache as he avoids getting sent into that corner ring post, and now he’s looking to take control!

Wrapping his arms around Mirage’s waist, Justin lifts his opponent up off the ground, looking for an atomic drop, but instead of sending him back down to the ground, Justin takes a few steps to the side and drops Mirage down on the steel guardrail, one leg on either side, racking Mirage in the process much to the delight of the majority of the fans in the arena. Not content to just leave it at that, Moreno hops one leg up onto the steel guardrail, whipping the other one across and connecting with an enzuigiri to the back of Mirage’s head, sending him down off of the steel guardrail.

Joey C: I can’t believe these fans are watching the same match I am and they’re actually happy about how this is going! Moreno catches a lucky break, he does two moves and now the fans are loving him? Are you kidding?

Mark Perletta: It’s more like three moves, Joey, and those were three very effective moves!

Landon Savage: He’s getting Mirage up off the ground now, looking to put him back into the ring… let’s see if this is going to work out for him.

Mark Perletta: Now it looks like Justin Moreno had a change of plans, and I think he might have come up with a slightly better idea for what he should do to Marcus Mirage.

With one hand on the back of Mirage’s head gripping his hair, the other on the middle of Mirage’s back, Justin Moreno starts moving, picking up steam, gaining momentum as they run past the steel steps… and Moreno shoves Mirage forward, sending him right over the steel guardrail, right into the empty chair where Mirage typically sits during STRIFE shows. Moreno takes a few steps back, receiving a chorus of cheers from all over the arena. Stepping back in, Justin attempts to follow up on the attack, but as he gets to the guardrail, the fans seated near that chair get up in arms, reaching out and trying to grab hold of Moreno. Justin realizes what’s going on and he slips out of the grasp of one of the guys, leaning up against the ring, watching Mirage instead of attacking him further.

Mark Perletta: Mirage gets a bit of a reprieve

Landon Savage: And that’s what loyal fans get you. Do you think any of the people out there who consider themselves Justin Moreno fans would stick their necks out to physically defend that spot-monkey? I don’t think so.

Slowly Marcus Mirage gets up after taking that impact from being thrown into the chair, and he shakes the cobwebs. Seeing that Justin Moreno has now returned to the inside of the ring, Mirage decides to lazily climb back over the guardrail. One leg over and his back towards the ring, Mirage doesn’t even see Justin Moreno coming. As he spots an opportunity, Justin Moreno hops up onto the top rope, balancing for only a moment before leaping off and drilling Mirage with a flying dropkick to the back, not only impacting the area where he hit, but also crushing Marcus’ ribs against the top of the guardrail.

Mark Perletta: What a move by Justin Moreno, risking life and limb to hit that high risk move!

Landon Savage: I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. Guys like Justin Moreno are going to be limited in how far they can go in this business, and it’s because of moves like that! If Marcus Mirage would have moved out of the way, this match would be over right now, and Mirage would be the winner.

Mark Perletta: But that didn’t happen, and now Justin Moreno is putting Mirage back in the ring, and he’s totally in control.

After sliding Mirage into the ring underneath the bottom rope, Justin gets back up onto the apron. Mirage struggles and gets himself up off the mat, but when Moreno sees that his opportunity might be slipping away, Justin Moreno hops up onto the top rope, balances for a brief moment and then he leaps off and takes Mirage down to the mat with a bulldog. Once Moreno gets back to his feet, he stomps down on Mirage a few times, then takes a few steps over and hops up to the top rope. Turning around to face the middle of the ring, Justin Moreno wastes no time before he leaps off the top rope, flipping himself over more than once, landing a 450 splash down onto his opponent.

Mark Perletta: What an incredible move!

Landon Savage: Yeah, and that’s exactly what I was talking about! A high risk move that doesn’t pay off, because even though he landed the move, Justin Moreno hurt himself in the process, and he isn’t even able to stay on top of Mirage for the pinfall!

Joey C: Writhing around on the mat in pain, holding his stomach, and I’m pretty sure that Mirage got his elbow up and Justin came crashing down on that.

Mark Perletta: I think you’re right, Joey, because as Mirage is still laying there, you can see him holding on to his left elbow, having taken a good bit of the impact on it. Getting that elbow up might have caused Justin Moreno some pain, but Mirage still got the full impact from the 450 splash, and I’m wondering how long it’s going to take him to come back from that. Moreno crawling over, he’s going for the pinfall…

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!

Both men fight to get up off the mat, both wanting to be the first to their feet. Moreno gets up first, and he moves in and kicks Mirage in the side. As Justin sends a right hand in towards Mirage’s head, Marcus blocks it, then sends a right hand of his own into Justin’s gut. Taking Moreno by the arm, Mirage irish whips his opponent into the ropes, following him in and nailing a knee to the gut that doubles Moreno over. Mirage grabs Justin by the head and throws him out of the ring underneath the top rope. Waiting for a moment for Moreno to get back to his feet, Mirage runs towards the opposite ropes, and on the return Mirage dives between the middle and top ropes and drills Justin in the face with a forearm shot that sends him crashing into the steel guardrail.

Mark Perletta: Taking a page out of Justin Moreno’s book with that high risk maneuver!

Joey C: Whoa, wait a second, that was a calculated risk that Mirage just took.

Getting back to his feet, Marcus Mirage starts walking one way, then walks in the opposite direction, heading right towards where he usually sits. Reaching over the steel guardrail, Mirage grabs the empty chair in the front row, folds it up, pulling it over the rail and then looking towards Moreno, who is using the ring apron to get back to his feet. Marcus slowly stalks over, lifting the chair up over his shoulder as if he was a baseball player in the on-deck soldier. When he reaches the spot near where Moreno is trying to get up, Mirage raises the chair, getting set to go for the chairshot, but before he can do anything, someone in the front row reaches over the guardrail and rips the chair from his hands.

Joey C: Who the heck…?

Mark Perletta: That’s Ainsley Lake! She’s been sitting in the front row there since earlier tonight, right after the ladder match, in fact.

Landon Savage: What the heck is she doing?

Mark Perletta: This isn’t a No Limits division match, so I guess she just wanted to keep Mirage from cheating, because she, like the rest of us, want to see an honest ending to this match.

Realizing that he’s probably not going to be able to use a chair, Mirage gives up on that idea, walks over, grabs Moreno by the head and lifts him up into a vertical suplex. Grabbing him by the waistband and turning Moreno a little bit before SLAMMING him into the ring apron back-first, then before he lets Moreno go, Mirage hooks Moreno’s leg underneath the middle rope, leaving Moreno dangling upside down.

Mark Perletta: Justin Moreno in a very precarious position…

Joey C: …because of the BRILLIANT move by Mirage!

Backing up a few steps, Mirage sizes Moreno up, then runs in, jumps, and drills Justin with a dropkick to the chest. Getting up off the arena floor, Mirage looks up and sees that Moreno is still standing there, so Mirage walks off and sizes Moreno up again. Standing farther back this time, Mirage runs in, gaining more speed this time, leaping off the mat and hitting another dropkick to the chest of Moreno, this one jarring him out from the ropes. Seeing that Moreno is now laying on the arena floor, Mirage gets up with a smile on his face. Picking him up, Mirage rolls Moreno into the ring under the bottom rope.

Once back in the ring, Mirage lays into Moreno with a couple of stiff kicks to the sternum. Grabbing Moreno by the head, Mirage lifts his opponent up off the mat and drills Moreno in the face with a right hand, letting him slump down to the mat. While Justin is struggling to even get up to his knees, Mirage puts his arms up, taunting both the crowd and his opponent in the process. Once he’s heard enough of the crowd’s booing, Mirage reaches down and lifts Moreno up to his feet, scooping him up off of his feet into position for a tombstone piledriver. Before Mirage can complete the move, though, Justin Moreno pushes his chest away from Mirage’s body, getting a little bit of momentum and throwing his head forward, directly to the side of Mirage. Pulling backwards with his legs, Moreno causes Mirage to flip forward with something of a hurricanrana / frankensteiner move, dropping Mirage right onto his head.

Mark Perletta: Another big reversal by Justin Moreno, keeping him in this match!

Landon Savage: He got REALLY lucky there, because if Moreno would’ve been dropped on his head with a tombstone piledriver, this match would be over.

Mark Perletta: And yet, here he is, despite all his “terrible high risk moves”, Moreno is getting a second wind and at this point, he’s probably going to win this match.

Joey C: Whoa, don’t get ahead of yourself. Just because Justin Moreno shook the cobwebs and Mirage got dumped on his head for the first time in about four minutes, don’t start awarding Moreno the victory just yet.

Dazed, Mirage gets up off the mat, visibly shaken, and Moreno spots an opportunity. Running towards the ropes, Moreno leaps up, gets his feet right on the top rope, flipping himself backwards with a moonsault, headed right for Mirage. Shaking the cobwebs, Mirage sees the move coming just in time and is able to take a couple of quick steps backwards. Somehow Moreno is able to land on his feet, but with his back to Mirage, he doesn’t have much of a chance to get the next move in. Pivoting to the side, Mirage grabs Moreno around the neck, bending him backwards, and simultaneously sending his knee upwards, driving it right into Moreno’s spine.

Joey C: I bet THAT hurt!!

Mark Perletta: Justin Moreno arching back into a prone position, this doesn’t look good for his chances…

Pulling Moreno backwards into a reverse DDT position, Mirage holds him there for a moment, breathing in slowly, deeply, eyes closed. He looks like he’s really enjoying the moment. With his free hand, Mirage makes motions similar to how a Catholic priest would give a blessing, Then suddenly Mirage lifts up a little bit and then drops STRAIGHT down, driving the back of Moreno’s head down into the mat, rolling over, hooking the leg and going for the pinfall attempt.

Landon Savage: That’s Mirage’s move he calls the Sacrifice!

Joey C: That’s going to be it!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE.

Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match… Marcus… Mirrrrage!!!

After having called for the bell, the referee is handed the championship belt Mirage has been carrying around, and he walks over and starts to raise Mirage’s hand in victory, but Mirage rips the belt out of the ref’s hand, putting it back over his shoulder, tapping it a few times before completely ignoring the referee and Moreno as he hops out of the ring. As he passes the empty seat where he usually would sit during shows, he stops, turns around and walks back. Seated all around that empty chair are a few rabidly loyal fans, cheering wildly as Mirage acknowledges them.

Mark Perletta: Well Marcus Mirage gets a big win in his LEGACY debut, and as you can see, not all of the LEGACY fans hate him, more like 90%, maybe 95%.

Joey C: First of all, that wasn’t exactly a “big” win for Mirage. He’s a World’s champion, maybe not LEGACY’s World Champion, but he won that belt fair and square in another organization and was never beaten for it, and Moreno isn’t exactly the type of guy who you’d think of as a number one contender.

Mark Perletta: I disagree. All it would’ve taken for Justin Moreno to have been a number one contender to the LEGACY World Title would have been for him to beat Stephen Rawlings at Brick by Brick.

Joey C: Yeah, whatever. Secondly, more than 10% of this audience was behind Mirage, and not all of them were what I would call LEGACY fans. When Mirage joined the roster, when Alex Harmston joined the roster, and to a lesser extent Ray Willmott and X-Calibur… they brought new fans to our organization, and a majority of them are going to cheer for Mirage. Deal with it.

Mark Perletta: I’ll have to disagree again. While you’re right that Harmston and Mirage brought fans with them when they joined, I think Ray Willmott and X-Calibur brought just as many fans with them.

Landon Savage: Now come on, ladies, let’s not have a cat fight here. I’d hate to have to sit between the two of you… primarily because this seat is so damn comfortable and I have a GREAT view of Josephina Colbert from here.

Backstage in the locker room area, Allen Franks sits in a steel folding chair, watching the events of the night’s pay per view from a monitor sitting on a couple of metal production storage crates. The door behind him opens and in walks Calgary Carl, carrying a plate with a few sandwiches on it. Stepping to the side, Carl uses his back to hold the door open as Jerry Starr walks in behind him. Allen’s eyes get wide as he sees the free food.

Allen Franks: Are those sandwiches?

Carl nods, putting them down on the crate next to the monitor, picking one up and taking a bite, then speaks with his mouth full.

Calgary Carl: Oh yeah, I can’t watch a pay per view without sandwiches!

Carl looks over the tray, then sighs.

Calgary Carl: It’s just a shame I could only get three of them. That might be enough… but I didn’t get a snack after lunch.

Once Allen realizes that the sandwiches are all for Carl and that none of them are for him, he loses interest in the tray of food. Carl seems to have realized something, though in the process, must have forgotten he had a mouth full of food.

Calgary Carl: OH, I almost forgot! Must have been the excitement of the HUGE win on Friday and the fact that the catering group remembered to make me a Reuben sandwich like I asked them to last time… Anyway, the win at the pre-show on Friday? It was awesome, but when I was talking to Jerry yesterday, I think we both realized that something was missing, and I wanted to tell you both at the same time that I took care of it.

Allen squints his eyes.

Allen Franks: Missing? We won the match… and it might not have been perfect, but we did well enough.

Calgary Carl: You guys won, but in order to get those tag titles, you need to be a TEAM, solidified more strongly than you are now, which is why I knew it was so important to order the Canuckin’ Cowboy uniforms.

Franks realizes what Carl just said, and he sits up in his chair.

Allen Franks: Uniforms?

Jerry Starr gets a grin on his face and nods his head.

Jerry Starr: Uniforms.

Allen Franks remains silent, watching a satisfied look form on Jerry Starr's face.

Josephina Colbert: The next match is set for one fall, and that fall may occur ANYWHERE in the BUILDING! Introducing first...

Saliva’s newest hit "Ladies and Gentlemen" comes on the speakers.

Josephina Colbert: Weighing in at 225 pounds... "The Incredible"... Eliiiiiiiiiii... Storm!!!

Eli Storm surfaces from the curtains to a loud chorus of booing. Eli basks in the response, outstretching his arms to everyone in attendance, slowly doing a 360 down the ramp, motions his fingers at everyone as if to motion them to attack. Laughing for a moment, Eli waves them all off and continues his way down to the ring.

Mark Perletta: Eli’s certainly looking conf-

Unsuspecting and oblivious to the curtains behind him, Rock Stellar suddenly BOLTS out from them!

Joey C: Hold that thought Marky!

Mark Perletta: Oh my!

Landon Savage: It’s The Stellar One!

Joey C: Look out Eli!!!!

As if a semi hit him, Rocky Stellar clotheslines Storm in the back of the head, thrusting him forward in a rolling, twisting motion. The crowd goes wild, and Rocky does some trash talking to Eli who doesn’t even know what state he’s in.

Rocky reaches down for Eli’s head, and aggressively brings him to his feet. Almost dragging him, Rocky trash talks him some more, before Irish whipping Eli head first into the right corner post! Storm’s body FLIES forward after his face smacks into the steel, with momentum carrying his back to land on the thin concrete covering!

Mark Perletta: Eli could be knocked out already!

Landon Savage: The Stellar One is back... and with a vengeance.

Joey C: Anyone who forgoes their own entrance music for a cheap attack like that, obviously means business.

Completely amped in the moment, Stellar reaches down and brings Storm to his feet, who is bleeding slightly from his lip. Trash talking him even more, Stellar points to the next post, and SLAMS Strom’s head directly into it. The thud echoes through out the arena, but before Storm can crumble down onto the outside mat, Stellar grabs his head and continues walking to the third post. This time, Stellar charges forward, and once again whips Storm face first into the post!

Joey C: Damn it! Somebody stop this guy already!

Mark Perletta: Somebody just may if they don’t take it into the ring soon.

Landon Savage: This is brutal, folks. Storm must have a concussion or something by now.

With Storm flat on his back again and fans throwing popcorn, soda, beer, and God knows what else on him, Stellar smiles, and drags him to his feet one more time. Pointing to the last steel post, the audience roars with approval, and and Stellar charges up for another whip. Eli’s sent off, but this time his wits are with him enough so that he deadlocks his feet just before the the steel steps and post, and stops in his tracks. Stellar quickly chases after him, but Storm turns around, and drop toe holds him face first onto the steel steps!

Mark Perletta: Looks like Eli’s finally awoken!

Joey C: That’s it, Eli! Give it to him!

Landon Savage: This match is pretty brutal... and it hasn’t even officially begun yet! God bless Pay-Per-View night...

Joey C: Amen to that.

Stellar groggily tries to get to his feet, and Eli helps him on his way. Positioning him so that his face is resting on the steel post, Eli jumps up with an enziguri to the back of Stellar’s head!

Mark Perletta: Sweet Jesus!

Joey C: Haha, Stellar might’ve lost a tooth with that one.

Storm just watches Stellar crumble down to the mat, and rolls into the ring. The referee admonishes Storm, but Storm just shoves him, knowing full well the match hasn’t officially started yet.

Mark Perletta: Look at Eli. He knows full well that the referee can’t start this match until both competitors have been in the ring.

Landon Savage: Guy’s smart. After being attacked by Stellar like that, I would play it to my advantage too.

Joey C: Well said, Landon.

Pointing to his own head, Storm then drops and rolls back outside. With Stellar half getting to his feet, Storm helps him the rest of the way and rolls him into the ring. Storm follows, and the bell is finally rung.

Mark Perletta: Finally!

Eli brings Stellar to his feet and whips him into the corner. He follows in with a jumping knee, then grabs Stellar by the head and bulldogs him into the middle of the ring! Storm with the lateral cover and no hook of the leg...

One!

Two!!

The Stellar One kicks out!

Landon Savage: Nice follow through move there by Eli.

Joey C: Stellar’s not looking so good right now.

Mark Perletta: No he isn’t, Joey. And that was a nice move, indeed.

Eli lifts Stellar up to his feet, but Stellar was ready with a right hand and rocks him! Stellar lifts him up for an inverted atomic drop, spins, and drops Eli’s neck across the top rope!

Mark Perletta: Classic!

Joey C: Stun Gun?

Landon Savage: Try... STELLAR Gun.

Eli chokes, and Rocky slaps him across the top of his head a few times to add insult to injury. Storm eventually presses off of the ropes, still choking, but solid on his feet. Half doubling over, Storm is whipped across the ring. Eli manages to stop himself on the ropes, but Stellar runs in and clotheslines him over the top rope!

Mark Perletta: Stellar-line over the top!

Joey C: *audible sigh*

Stellar climbs to the outside just as Storm starts getting to his feet. Just before Storm can stand up straight, Stellar positions Eli’s head between his leg and attempts a piledriver. The fans mark out at the dangerous maneuver being attempted, but are quickly disillusioned and then completely taken by surprise when Eli hits a back body drop, sending him into the crowd!

Mark Perletta: There goes Stellar!

Joey C: Haha, he knocked over a fat lady with that move.

Landon Savage: Hey, that looks like your Mom!

Joey C: D’oh...

Eli quickly slides back into the ring, as the fans help Stellar get up on the outside. Eli ascends to the top turnbuckle, and then SOARS into the crowd with a flying cross body! Stellar and three fans are taken down!

Mark Perletta: That...

Landon Savage: Was...

Joey C: ... INCREDIBLE!

Crowd: “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”

Both men are down, but Eli is the first to get up. Fans throws trash at him as he tries to lift Stellar up off the ground, but Stellar nails him with a low blow! The fans encircling them cheer on The Stellar One, as he then throws Eli him through a couple of empty chairs!

Some of the fans start handing Rocky stuff. Chairs, beer, bottles of water, a hot dog... and out of all the items being given to him, Stellar grabs the hot dog. Taking a bite of it, Stellar looks at Eli and spits it directly into his face!

Mark Perletta: Guess he likes mustard on his dogs...

Joey C: That was disgusting. Who spits FOOD in people’s faces?!

Landon Savage: Um...

The fans are going crazy as the brawl ensues, and Stellar hits Storm, who is blinded by the hot dog remnants. He then grabs him by the hair and pulls him up the steps. Eli starts to fight back, but Stellar hits an atomic drop, racking him on the hand-rail! Eli sits there for a minute, before Stellar PULLS Eli’s right leg, helping him slide down the rail, grinding his testicles on the steel, until he falls down onto to the steps landing!

Mark Perletta: Rocky with a nice Stellar-tomic drop on the handrail!

Joey C: Geez... does EVERYTHING in Rocky’s arsenal begin with STELLAR?

Landon Savage: Pretty much.

Joey C: Oh... right.

Stellar grabs him by the arm and pulls him back up the steps, up to the landing, and starts to go through the curtain when Eli nails a roundhouse kick out of NOWHERE that slows Stellar down. Eli uses the portal curtain to choke Stellar, but Stellar hits a back elbow to the face. Eli stumbles out into the hallway and the fans follow out- cameraman not far behind.

Stellar tries to follow Eli in, but is decked hard in the jaw. Stellar reels back, when Eli grabs Stellar’s hair and slams him into the wall. Eli tries to whip Stellar into the merchandise stand, but Stellar reverses it and sends Eli crashing into it! Stellar immediately grabs a “Rocky is Stellar” shirt, puts it on Eli, turns him around, rips the back off of the shirt, and chokes Eli with it. Fans watching the fight in progress cheer on like it’s a bar fight!

Joey C: How are these two not counted out by now?

Mark Perletta: Falls Count Anywhere, remember?

Joey C: What?!

Landon Savage: Don’t you pay attention to ANYTHING, Joey?

Eli reaches up and gouges the eyes, prompting Stellar to stop choking him. Eli sets Stellar up on top of the merchandise table, stands up there with him, and double arm DDT’s him! The glass top dents, and the DVDs underneath rattle and fall!

Mark Perletta: Stellar’s busted open!

Sure enough, Stellar’s face starts bleeding above the eye, and Eli senses it like a shark. Cautiously turning Stellar over, he goes for the pinfall on top of the Merchandise table!

One!

Two!!

Stellar shoves him off, sending him off the Merch table and down to the floor square on his head.

Mark Perletta: Close one.

Joey C: That landing didn’t look good for Eli... he might’ve knocked himself out!

Stellar gets up, walks over, gets two beers. Takes a drink from one beer, stands over Eli, takes a drink from the second beer, and pours it down onto Eli, which wakes Eli up. Stellar lifts Eli up, grabs him by the hair, walks over and slams him face first into the popcorn maker stand, breaking the plexiglass, making Eli’s head bleed a bit after he pulls him away.

Mark Perletta: Now Eli’s busted! This match is all over the place!

Landon Savage: This one’s been crazy since the get go.

Eli grabs a cotton candy, slams it into Stellar’s face. Stellar pulls it away, gets his hands all sticky. Storm and Stellar lock eyes for a moment, as if that was an unusual thing to hit somebody with. Storm shrugs his shoulders, and Stellar can’t figure out what to do, so he just clotheslines Eli down.

Joey C: Hahahaha.

Mark Perletta: Stellar-line!

Stellar walks over to a water fountain and rinses his hands off, and Eli starts crawling away. Eli gets to the escalator, crawls down, Stellar follows over, looks, then hits a button and waits. Escalator comes back up, Eli on his knees. Stellar with a kick to the groin.

Crowd: “Ooooooooooh!”

Mark Perletta: Wow... that was just... wow...

Eli doubles over, trying to get up, but Stellar pulls him up. Out of nowhere, Eli hits a jawbreaker, proving his defenses are far from shut down.

Walking over to a random security guy just chillen’ in his chair, Eli yells at him to move.

Security Guard: “Come again?”

Storm straight kicks the security guard in the face, and sends him down to the ground, tipping the chair over. Eli takes the steel chair, folds it up, and drills Stellar in the shoulder with it. Reaching back for added measure, he does it again... and then a third time! Eli then drops the chair, and locks on an Anaconda Vice!

Mark Perletta: He softened him up with those nasty chair shots... this could be over...Stellar won’t give up.

Joey C: This is it!

Landon Savage: Have to agree... his shoulder just took an insane beating from that unforgiving steel.

Stellar fights it, and after a few moments, Storm lets go of the move. He gets up, drills the shoulder, and then locks on the Anaconda Vice again. Stellar reaching out, he grabs a hold of some popcorn and stuffs it into Eli’s mouth, getting Eli off of him.

Landon Savage: Saved by the popcorn!

Mark Perletta: Not too often I hear someone say that in a broadcast.

Eli gets up, looks like he’s going for the Ratings Boost flip piledriver... but Stellar hits a spinebuster! Stellar with a cover!

One!

Two!!

THR- NO! Eli just BARELY kicks out!!!

Mark Perletta: That was so close.

Joey C: Phew.. I thought it was over. C’mon Eli!

Stellar brings Eli to his feet, and tries to lift him up but his arm is too sore from the punishment Eli has dished out.

Eli nails Stellar with an uppercut, and Stellar staggers back, falling directly onto the escalator. Eli hits the button again, this time sending the escalator stairs upwards, and Stellar is carried to the top of the floor- the cameraman has to go up as well to catch the action.

Joey C: Hot dogs, popcorn, cotton candy, escalators... what’s next? A flaming burrito?!

As the cameraman reaches the top, it catches Eli choking Stellar with the red velvet security rope, then slamming him into the concrete wall. Eli runs in and goes for a kick to Stellar’s shoulder, but Stellar sidesteps, and Eli kicks the wall. Stellar clotheslines Eli, sending him down to the ground. Stellar walks into the bar area, grabs a bottle of vodka, pours some onto Eli’s cut face. Stellar then takes salt shaker and pours it into Eli’s face. Then takes lemon and squeezes it in too.

Mark Perletta: This is becoming torturous.

Landon Savage: You can say that again.

Rocky Stellar motions for something at the crowd that’s watching. He then lifts him up... inverted DDT!

Mark Perletta: Stellar Drop!!

Landon Savage: It’s over!!

Joey C: No!!!!

Stellar looks like he’s going for a pin attempt, when he changes his mind. He lifts Eli’s dead weight off of the concrete floor, hooks him up... and delivers ANOTHER inverted DDT!

Mark Perletta: Wow. There’s the exclamation point...

Joey C: Eli... no... it can’t be...

Stellar covers Eli with his back, and looks up like he’s getting a tan, blood dripping from his face.

One!

Two!!

Three!!!

Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match.... RRRRROCKY..... STELLLLLAAAAAAR!!!

Mark Perletta: Well it wasn't pretty, but Rocky Stellar gets his revenge and scores the victory over Eli Storm.

Joey C: I'm not surprised how it went down. Rocky Stellar had FAR more to gain and FAR more to lose through this match, so OF COURSE he was going to be more motivated for this match.

Landon Savage: If Rocky Stellar had lost this match, it would've been a big deal in my mind, but Stellar pulls it out.

Joey C: I wouldn't be surprised if these two met at least one more time, but I wouldn't expect it to happen anytime soon. Eli Storm has nothing further to prove to Rocky Stellar.

Mark Perletta: I would bet that Rocky Stellar is satisfied with how this one turned out, so I don't know that he'll be begging for a rubber match anytime in the near future.

Mark Perletta: Ladies and gentlemen we have quite match coming up for you here at Call to Arm as the No Limits Title is on the line in a rematch featuring Issac Entragian taking on Diego de Cardenas.

Landon Savage: Issac won a huge multiple-man-match to get this shot at redemption and he plans to make the most of it. He sees it as his destiny to become No-Limits Champion and to get some measure of revenge against the current champion.

Joey C: Destiny? Destiny? Delusions more like it. Diego is could run circles around Entragian, and beyond that he’s smart. He’s perhaps one of the smartest champions we’ve ever had in LEGACY. You think this oaf really stands a chance? I’d rather bet on Paris Hilton in a prison fight.

With that comment, the entire arena goes black as the haunting tones of Blue Oyster Cult’s “Don’t Fear the Reaper” blast from the PA system. Flames explode from the sides of the ramp, and as they dissipate the walkway is bathed in a pale white light. In the midst of the light walks Issac with Elizabeth Gaunt following just a few feet behind.

Josephine Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing first, the challenger… hailing from Parts Unknown, this is Issac… Entragian!!

Once in the ring, Issac raises a hand like a claw, and bring it down hard and all four ringposts blast white fire. He then begins removing his wide-brimmed brown hat and his old brown trenchcoat.

Mark Perletta: He’s not fancy, but better to have substance than style, and Entragian looks like he’s ready to murder Diego and take that belt from his cold, dead hands.

Landon Savage: He does look primed and ready Perletta, and this is going to be a damn good match.

Joey C: Substance? He’s a huge ass deer-skin covered dork. You want style AND substance it’s about to come down the aisle right now.

“Oye Como Va” by Santana hits as the house lights dim, replaced by red and green spotlights which circle around the arena bowl. The entrance ramp is lit by green lights from one side and red lights from the other.

Josephina Colbert: Introducing next, the No Limits Champion, hailing from Chihuahua, Mexico, this is Diego de Cardenas!

Diego appears on the entranceway carrying the gold, and a Mexcian flag as Hannah Perez accompanies him to the ring. The crowd jeers the champion, and lets him now they do NOT appreciate him or the vision of loveliness walking with him.

Joey C: Man, I love the confidence Diego is displaying, and rightfully so! People have been saying that he doesn’t stand a chance against Issac, but he has a gameplan in mind, and so far when Diego has set his mind towards winning a match, he’s done very well for himself.

Mark Perletta: That he has, and despite a slightly rocky start in LEGACY, Diego de Cardenas has been one of the hotter competitors on the roster, not only in winning matches, but he’s got quite a following as well, as is evident by his merchandise sales.

Landon Savage: One thing people should remember is that one of those victories notched on Diego’s belt was the match he had against Isaac Entragian. He’s done it before, he could do it again here tonight.

Mark Perletta: Most of the people who continue to discredit Diego’s chances point to the ending of that match, the trickery involved in how he actually had his successful defense, and personally I see their point.

Joey C: That’s all part of the game, Marky. If Isaac lets himself get tricked, then he doesn’t deserve to pick up a victory, it’s as simple as that.

Diego hops up onto the ring apron and folds up the Mexican flag, giving it to Hannah who in turn gives it to the ring attendant. Holding open the ring ropes, Diego displays a sign of chivalry for Hannah Perez before he hops inside the ring over the top rope. From across the ring Hannah begins shouting to Diego, and then looks over at Elizabeth with a sneer. Diego moves across the ring and stands in the center holding up his title, before he rushes Issac and cracks him with the No Limits Title before his theme music is even over with!

Mark Perletta: There’s an assault before the bell by Diego and he really got a got show in on Issac with the No Limits Title! Issac is back into the corner here and Diego is punching and kicking away on him.

Joey C: See? I told you he was smart. This match could be over before it begins!

Landon Savage: Highly unlikely Joey. It’s going to take more than a belt shot to put down the challenger tonight.

Diego fires off a kick to the midsection, and then with Issac doubled, he hits two rapid punches to the forehead, and then tries chopping the big man across the chest. However, this seems to have little effect on the challenger. Diego tries another series of punch, punch, chop, and this time the punches seem to have lessened effect as Issac’s eyes go wide and he grabs Diego by the throat and tosses him into the buckles and goes to work. He hits two MASSIVE right hands, lifting the Champion up in the corner before using a big boot choke. Diego slumps down and Issac picks him right up and delivers a back elbow and sets Diego up on the buckles.

Mark Perletta: I’m not quite sure what Entragian is going for, but this could mean serious trouble for Diego…

Issac hits a second shot to the jaw and then hooks him, only for Diego to rake the eyes! Issac staggers away allowing Cardenas to have just a moment to collect himself before leaping and delivering a missile dropkick to the chest that knocks Issac backwards and to the ropes. Cardenas looks damn worried that the shot didn’t take the monster down, and he takes off for the ropes, and Issac takes a swing at him. Diego ducks, pulls up, and dropkicks Issac in the knee, staggering him. Off the ropes he comes once more and hits a chopblock type roll and Entragian falls to his knees. Cardenas responds with a leap and hits an enziguri kick to the back of Issac’s head and he collapses to the canvas as Diego turns around for the fans, egging them on to give him the cheers he feels he deserves.

Mark Perletta: Diego finally takes the big man down here, and the question is can he KEEP him down.

Joey C: Of course he can, Perletta; he didn’t get to be champion by luck.

Landon Savage: He could but it’s going to be tough. Issac is going to make him work to keep all 300-plus pounds down and helpless.

Diego hits the ropes and comes off and hits a senton splash on the downed challenger before following up with a leg across the back of the head. Quickly, Diego grabs the injured leg and leaps up and comes down and drives his own knee into the leg. This happens multiple times before Diego begins to wrap up the legs into a version of a figure four leglock. However, before he can get it fully applied, Issac boots Diego off and towards the turnbuckles. Diego uses the momentum to leap up on the buckles and flip back and splash Issac with a moonsault! Cardenas hooks the leg … but can only manage a two count.

Mark Perletta: The submission hold was a great idea and the moonsault was another interesting shot, but Issac kicks out and his championship hopes are still alive.

Joey C: They’re alive but for how long? Diego took the momentum right back with that beautiful leap and moonsault. Issac will NOT be able to last against this guy.

Landon Savage: Well, traditionally big man can’t go for 60 minutes, but I don’t think this match is going to last that long Joey, especially when the wood and steel come into play.

Issac looks to be in a bad way in the early stages of this match, and Diego can smell that he’s reeling, and he drives an elbow into the challenger’s forehead as he tries to stand, and then pulls him up to a position on his knees and kicks him in the jaw. Issac is reeling on his knees as the champion hits the ropes and comes off and looks for another kick. This time, Issac catches the foot and then reaches up with his second hand and grabs him by the throat! The fans roar as Issac stands and heaves him up and slams him to the canvas with a BRUTAL looking chokeslam! Diego is down and suddenly the knee collapses out from under Issac as he goes to make the cover. Entragian clutches his leg as he crawls to make the cover and gets his massive arm over the No Limits Champion!

Mark Perletta: We could have a new champion right here! The cover is made and there’s the …

One

Two

Thr-KICKOUT! The champion kicks out at the last moment, and he keeps the gold for a few minutes more. Issac is getting up, and he has to be able to make the most of this opportunity.

Joey C: He better because it very well could be his last in this match! Diego gave him a gift here.

Landon Savage: Will in spite of the leg, Entragian is to his feet here, and he’s got Diego by the head and there’s a wicked headbutt!

Diego continues the assault and sends Diego off with the Irish whip, and on the return, he catches Diego and takes him up and down on the knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. However, he holds Diego on the knee after the shot, and heaves him up under his arm as if to go for a dragon sleeper. He starts choking out Diego for a few moments before dropping back with a version of a reverse DDT. Hannah starts screaming on the outside as she sees her fighter being dismantled, and she only receives a cold stare from Issac and a cruel sneer from Elizabeth.

Mark Perletta: I don’t think Isaac is going to be dissuaded just because Hannah Perez is on the outside yelling at him.

Issac pulls Cardenas to his feet with an iron claw grip and proceeds to knee him in the gut, and then deliver a double axe handle smash to the spine. Issac then kicks Diego in the ribs, sending him rolling. Diego tries to get up and does press himself to his feet, but he turns right around into a HUGE clothesline that knocks him for a 360 loop! The fans roar in approval then, as he pulls Diego up and hits him square in the spine with a forearm before pulling him up and splattering him in on the canvas with a reverse powerbomb! Diego lays in the corner groaning as Hannah is up on the apron yelling at the referee.

Joey C: Now THAT is how an effective manager works, Marky!

Landon Savage: I think she’s about to regret getting involved…

This distracts the referee and Issac immediately approaches her and she drops off the apron as the referee turns to Issac. In this moment, she slides a chair from the side of the ring to Diego! Upon seeing this deft maneuver, Elizabeth charges Hannah, and Perez takes off from ringside off through the crowd with Elizabeth in hot pursuit! Our attentions return to the ring as the challenger seems to have the champion measured!

Mark Perletta: This could finish it right here, but Diego has that chair courtesy of Hannah Perez!

Joey C: And she was chased off by that interfering bag Ms. Gault, and frankly I find it disgusting that she couldn’t have been professional and let Hannah do her job.

Mark Perletta: By giving her man weapons? I know it’s a No Limits Title match but let them get their own chairs!

Landon Savage: Diego has the chair now and he’s shielding it from Entragian and I don’t think Issac knows Cardenas is “armed”.

Issac charges in and Diego whirls around with the steel and catches him flush in the forehead with the steel, busting Issac open with the shot and sending him staggering back like a drunk only to take a chair shot to the knee, dropping him to his knees and then a third shot right to the face! Issac lays on the canvas motionless for a moment, his blood pooling as Diego drops the chair and tries rolling him over. He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One

Two

Thr- kick out, geting quite the cheer from the fans.

An angry Diego goes for the feet and elbow drops on the leg multiple times before finally wrapping up Issac in a figure-four leglock. The challenger screams out as the hold rips and tears at that knee. The blood begins to stream down Entragian’s face as the hold remains locked in place and the fans do their damnedest to try and rally the challenger, but he seems trapped. The fans try to will him on to fight the hold and the big man does. Instead of going for the ropes (they are meaningless in the match afterall) he strains and works and using that weight he slowly begins to turn the move over.

Mark Perletta: Issac trying to fight it, trying to turn it over…

Joey C: Come on, Diego, don’t’ let him do it!

Diego clutches the ropes himself to try and prevent it from happening, but Issac is just too damn strong. The hold is turned over, and Diego is forced to break it. Diego is up first and he goes low with a kick to the lower abs and he tries to DDT Issac down, but instead the big man pushes him off to the corner. Diego attempts to go up the buckles and leaps off looking for a splash but Diego catches him and proceeds to powerslam him to the canvas with a thunderous impact.

Mark Perletta: The challenger was in deep trouble, bleeding and confined to the canvas, and he has completely come back in this match and now Diego is the one in trouble. Issac has Diego up now and he’s pressing him above his head! Issac is walking to the ropes and he body press drops him to the arena floor!

Joey C: Diego get up! Don’t let this gorilla roll over you!

Landon Savage: Issac Entragian is rolling Joey, and he’s headed outside the ring.

Diego attempts to pull himself up but with little success using the barrier at ringside. The challenger meets the No Limits Champion and boots him in the face, driving him down on the arena floor. From there he pulls Cardenas to his feet and puts him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry type hold and he approaches the ring steps, and he appears ready to drop him on the steel, when Diego spins off the shoulders and drops, and manages to take the bigger man down and spike him with a jarring DDT on the steel! The crowd groans with the impact and Diego moves under the ring and grabs another steel chair and proceeds to set it up outside the ring.

Issac weaves and tries to get up as Diego heads for the top rope. He stalks the challenger and leaps off only to grab Issac by the head and bulldog him down into the steel. He was going for a head shot, but instead it hits with the body and the chair collapses under Entragian’s weight! Diego seems to have the upper hand again as he hits the buckles and hits a leg drop off the top outside to the floor! He hooks the leg for the cover!

One.

Two.

NO!

The challenger somehow kicks outs out and Diego looks in shock as the bloodied monster still has hope.

Joey C: I can’t believe he kicked out of that! Diego had him! Someone better check on that referee’s credentials.

Mark Perletta: Would you stop? Please, it was an entirely fair count, and Issac is putting up one hell of a fight.

Landon Savage: He is Perletta, but he can’t take much more of a beating like this. He just can’t. Diego is just on a roll with this high flying attack.

Diego looks to the barrier and gets that idea. He heads on the railing and waits for Issac to drag his heavy frame up once more. He runs across the barrier and leaps up to the shoulders, looking for the hurricanrana. However, Issac catches Diego and precedes to powerbomb him on the railing! He holds on with the impact, and then bringing up Diego, he powerbombs him then on the arena floor. Issac is JACKED, and it looks like he’s kicked it into another gear. He rips Diego to his feet and grabs him by the throw and tosses him along the rampway. He then goes and grabs a steel chair from the ring area and goes after Diego.

Mark Perletta: Issac is back in business! He’s turned it up here and is crushing Diego! CRUSHING HIM. He’s fighting for that No Limits Title and his destiny now and he will NOT be denied.

Joey C: He’s got to fall. Diego did enough to win this! Come on champ, get up and deny this fool!

Landon shakes his head as Joey snarls at the scene before him.

Issac gets to the top of the rampway and hooks Diego and takes him back up and over with a bodyslam. He quickly pulls up Diego and hooks him up with a vertical suplex and stalls. Letting the blood rush to his head he drops back and slams Cardenas on the rampway. The referee has caught up to the superstars in case of a pin. Using the chair, Issac grabs Diego and holding the chair slams him down gut first on the chair.

Finally, Issac goes in search of a chair and he reaches into the crowd and motions for another chair to come into play. He puts one over Diego’s face, and then takes the second one as the crowd gasps, and he brings it up to crush Cardenas’ face. However, before he can, Diego brings up his fist and delivers one hell of a low blow, sending the challenger down. Diego is up and he bats Issac with some steel and he looks up at the set!

Mark Perletta: What … is he doing?

Landon Savage: Diego Cardenas is climbing the LEGACY set with a steel chair!

Mark Perletta: Is he crazy?

Joey C: No Limits, Perletta … No Limits!

Diego climbs and stands high above Issac as he starts to push himself to his feet. The crowd is cheering and screaming as the champion times himself to the challenger’s rise. Diego leaps off looking to use the steel a bit like Sabu. However, Issac spins as he gets up with the steel and jacks Diego out of the air using the second chair as the fans gasp at the impact! A HOLY SHIT chant breaks out through the arena as Issac falls on top of the champion!

Mark Perletta: HE HAS IT! HE HAS THE COVER!

Joey C: NO!

Landon Savage: That was a hellacious shot from Entragian … this is over!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

The crowd cheers as the bell rings, and slowly Issac Entragian starts to get to his feet. As he does, the referee raises Issac’s hand in victory!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new No Limits Champion … Issac Entragian!

One of the ring attendants brings the referee the No Limits Championship belt, and the referee, in turn, gives the belt to Issac Entragian who puts it over his shoulder. And heads to the backstage area.

Mark Perletta: And that is an eerie sight that is probably sending shivers through LEGACY superstars all across the roster. Matches with Isaac Entragian for the foreseeable future are going to be contested under No Limits rules - meaning there are no rules.

Landon Savage: And it's going to stay that way until someone beats him, and judging by what we've seen from Isaac, I don't know what that's going to take.

Joey C: He's a scary, scary man, and there's going to be a decent amount of bloodshed coming for this division in the upcoming few months.

The sound of footsteps. Rythmically they step, building, growing faster they move towards something, till it sounds like an all out sprint, and the music explodes. A banging piano part with stomping drums and guitar of Coldplays "Politik".

We open to a shot of X-Calibur sitting on a stool with his eyes closed in a darkened lockerroom.

The screen splits, and on the other side, John Thomas leans against a locker, looking up, but his eyes are closed. We follow where his eyes would be looking and rocket up to dizzying heights above the arena. The music softens as we hear Chris Martin's voice.

"Look at earth from outer space,
Everyone must find a place,"

John Thomas walking backstage by himself. Seemingly searching... for something.

"Give me time and give me space,
Give me real, don't give me fake,"

X-Calibur stepping out into a Legacy Arena for the first time.

"Give me strength, reserve control,
Give me heart and give me soul,"

In a flash the two men are face to face. Fire in their eyes. In in another flash... they're seperated...

"Give me time, give us a kiss,
Tell me your own politik"

A shot of X-Calibur hanging out with Real Deal... slowly melts away to John Thomas sittin inside the office of Rob Belote.

The music explodes and the two men are once again face to face... that fire's back.

X-Calibur throwing rights and lefts with fury.

John Thomas nailing a drop kick.
"Open up your eyes,"

and we're back to that split screen... X on the stool, eyes closed. John leaning against the lockers, eyes closed, but aimed skyward.

"Open up your eyes,"

John's head begins to lower... at the same time, X's head begins to raise.

"Open up your eyes,"

John launches off the top rope with "Not your Average Moonsault". X-Calibur Locking in the "Legendary Pain"...

Just open up your eyes

Back to that split screen. Their eyes level towards each other, but before they open their eyes we cut away

"Give me one, cause one is best,
In confusion, confidence,"

A shot of a confident X-Calibur standing across the ring from an equally confident Thomas.

"Give me piece of mind and trust,
Don't forget the rest of us"

John Thomas training with Gryffin and James Win.

X-Calibur chilling backstage with Jake Dominion and Crash... sharing a laugh.

"Give me strength, reserve control,"

X hoists an opponent for a power bomb.

"Give me heart and give me soul,"

John Thomas looks up at a much larger opponent, that fire in his eyes... and he launches at him with no abandon!

"Wounds that heal and cracks that fix"

John Thomas nursing a hurt arm. X-Calibur leaning against the top rope, blood gushing from a cut in his head.

"Tell me your a politik"

An older shot of John Thomas and Rob Belote, the two smiling.

It vanishes to an older shot of X-Calibur palling around with Real Deal, the two smiling.

"Open up your eyes,"

and we're back in that locker room. The men's heads begin to level towards one another.

"Open up your eyes,"

We snap to the ring... and X-Calibur delivering a sick X-Terminator.

"Open up your eyes,"

Back to the room, their eyes continue to draw a bead on one another... and we snap to John Thomas pausing before delivering his sick. falling neckbreaker drop.

"Just open up your eyes"

And we're back to the split screen. The two men's eyes meet, but their eyes are still closed.... they wait a beat... and snap open eye to eye for one intense second before we snap to black.

John Thomas vs X-Calibur. NEXT.

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