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 holds his belt high for the world to see. Issac Entragian grips his belt with white knuckled ferocity. In the middle, Loco Martinez stands with a huge, cocky, glowing smile. His arms extended and him shrugging... the Legacy World Title no where in sight.

We slow zoom on LEGACY's World Champion, his eyes icy as 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"

Alexander Harmston and Ray Willmott brawling. X-Calibur nailing a clothesline. Ron Bailey slamming an opponent to the mat with authority. Crazy Boy launching himself off the top rope. Eli Storm levels Rocky Stellar with a sick chair shot.

"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". Alexander Harmston's "Shake the Foundation" 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 "

A bloodied Greyson Blade struggles to his feet.

"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 Dan Stein hoisting his Tao of Valor Championship above his head.

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 "

Crash hanging out with Jake Dominion and X-Calibur, backstage... crashes away as we see Crash turning on JD at Call to Arms, joining with the Syndicate to form, Diabolik.

"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. Mirage and Moreno brawling in the crowd. In the ring, Mirage leveling Moreno with a clothesline. Moreno launching off the top rope with a twisting moonsault.

"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", Domination's "Total Domination", Ray Willmott's "The Ultimatum" , and Crash's "Aero Zeppelin Driver".

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

A shot from Call to Arms of Loco Martinez leaning over the top rope, dangling the Legacy World Title... taunting.

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 swooping over a rabid Legacy crowd, when pyro pops and the opening of Iggy Pop's "Lust for Life" rattles the arena. The crowd turns with curiousity, not recalling that it is the entrance music for the tag team of Loco Martinez and John Thomas.

The crowd is reminded as the two curtain and head down towards the ring. Both men are in street clothes, carrying mic... and surprisingly absent? The Legacy World Title. They cut through the crowd's hate as they get to the ring, walk up the ring steps and step into the ring. The crowd really kicks it up a notch. The two just stand there... waiting.

John Thomas: The longer you sit there and make all that “booing” noise, the longer you’re going to have to wait for me to talk. You make me wait? You’re also making THE Legacy Superstar wait, and in turn you’re making yourselves wait to see whatever the opening match of tonight’s show is. Basically? It’s up to you to determine how long we’re out here, so whenever you’re done booing our entrance, I’ll go ahead and begin.

Lowering the mic, John Thomas waits as the booing continues. Loco nods, and taps at his wrist where a watch would be, if he were wearing one., and slowly as it dies out, John continues.

John Thomas: That’s better. Between being the academic shortcoming capital of the world and the land where common courtesy went to die, I’m surprised you “Alabamans” realized that you needed to shut up so quickly.

Another low chorus of boos starts up and John holds up his hand.

John Thomas: Don’t start that again… You all just need to settle down a bit and realize that we know what’s best for you. We know what’s entertaining, so how about you just sit tight and listen for a few minutes, okay?

John shakes his head in disappointment, then turns to Loco and rolls his eyes, then turns back to the crowd.

John Thomas: Now I realize what I’m about to say isn’t going to be popular with most of you, just like it’s not going to be popular with some of the guys backstage. Actually, X-Calibur’s probably going to want to rip my head off, but he’s going to have to deal with it. A lot of you probably can’t wait to see me get back into the ring with X-Calibur, and I thought it was best to come out here nice and early in our first STRIFE after CALL TO ARMS and just let you all know that a rematch between us? It’s not going to happen, not anytime soon.

The booing picks back up, and John raises his hand, trying to quiet the crowd.

John Thomas: Making a mistake doesn’t make a person stupid. Not learning from his past mistakes DOES, and I’m not stupid. I beat Crash back at Brick by Brick, and I beat him cleanly. He wanted a rematch, I gave him a rematch, and at the Jacksonville SuperCard he BORED me into submission. At CALL TO ARMS, I beat X-Calibur, and from what I’ve been hearing the past two weeks is that he can’t wait to get back into the ring with me.

John lets out a chuckle.

John Thomas: Sucks to be him, ‘cause I’m not making the same mistake twice. I realize that when I’m not motivated to do something, I get bored real quick, and since I’ve CLEARLY already proven that I can beat X-Calibur, I know that I’d be really bored spending another month or two trying to prove it again, so for now, I’m done with X-Calibur, whether he’s done with me or not. I’m not signing any contract with his name on it, and I won’t be forced into a pointless encounter with him inside this ring, not anytime in the near future. For now, I need to take care of my career.

John nods his head before he continues.

John Thomas: Several weeks ago, I talked to Mirage backstage, and he reminded me that I should be focused on getting myself a World Title reign and devote my time and efforts on that. After thinking about it for a little while, it was apparent to me what I had to do. I need to prove to every single one of you that I’ve got what it takes to be considered the best in the world, that way when I get the belt someday, although you might not be happy that I have it, you’ll know that it wasn’t a fluke that the gold ended up around my waist. I’m going to prove to each and every one of you that I am a superstar just like the man standing beside me in this ring tonight, THE Legacy Superstar – Loco Martinez.

The camera looks over at Loco, who stands there with a huge grin on his face, and then the camera goes back to John Thomas, who isn’t finished talking just yet.

John Thomas: To prove to you all that I am a superstar, I need to beat someone who you all consider to be a superstar, and after beating your beloved X-Calibur, when thinking about who I could beat next, one name came to mind. At our next big event, since he won’t wrestle a singles match without it being a huge pay day, I am going to face the biggest “paper legend” on the roster, and when I get done with my “origami”, you all won’t be able to recognize the man you once considered a legend – Rocky Stellar.

As John starts slowly nodding his head, a grin forms on his face while the chorus of boos increases in intensity.

John Thomas: The way I see it, Stellar was lucky to beat Eli Storm at CALL TO ARMS, and since Gramps is still able to walk, he’s next on the list of “legends” who are going to get taken down by yours truly.

John steps to the side, and nods to Loco, and Loco smiles and chuckles to himself as he steps in the dead center of the ring. The crowd booing... doesn't affect or slow Loco down. He doesn't seemed worried if they can or can't hear them... as he begins in a very "Official Ring Announcer" type voice.

Loco Martinez: Ladies and Gentlemen, if you would please rise, and direct your attention to the center of the ring.

The crowd begins to boo with more fervor... cuz where the hell else would their attention be?!

Loco Martinez: He stands at Six feet, two inches, weighs two hundred and twenty two pounds. Hailing from Philadelpiha. He is THE Legacy Superstar, a dashing young man... and as of Call to Arms he is YOUR.... NNEEEEEEWWWWW World Heavyweight Champion!

The crowd is nearly drowning out the pompous self introduction, as Loco smiles, nods, and John Thomas smiles huge, chuckling and applauding. Loco laughs... and laughs... and can't seem to stop. Which really sets off the crowd.

Loco Martinez: I-I-I'm so sorry. Its just... well I've wanted to do that for the longest time. For me to express how truly great I am, and give myself a proper introduction. Not the half assed tripe that comes out of Ms. Colbert's mouth. And as YOUR world champion I must have a proper introduction.

Lifting up a hand and getting Loco's attention, John interrupts.

John Thomas: Uh, Loc... let's ease up on the "Colbert" bashing... She's kinda hot, and when things between Annie and I cool down, I was kinda hoping....

John's eyes go wide, trying to explain it to Loco without spelling it out. While looking at Loco, the expression on John's face changes, as he looks perplexed by something he just noticed.

John Thomas: Hey, Loc'… Where's the belt?

Loco smiles and nods.

Loco Martinez: My trophy case, John. Where all trophies belong. In fact... Legacy. The end of Call to Arms? That was the last time you will see the Legacy World Title.

The crowd boos mercilessly. Loco looks out over the crowd innocently.

Loco Martinez: What? Cuz I put Belote's little "Trinket" in a drawer... where ALL trinkets belong, you berate me? Why? Why is a twelve pound piece of leather plated in gold and silver and jewels worth anything?

Loco looks out with disdain.

Loco Martinez: I see countless Legacy World Titles in the crowd. COUNTLESS. And what did you do for it? What did ANY of you do for it? Nothing. It’s sold like a fucking whore on the street. It’s sold and devalued. And I will not help Rob Belote make a buck by carrying it around. Posing for pictures with it... no. You will get NONE of that bullshit with me as your champ.

Loco begins to pace.

Loco Martinez: For too long men have chased after that... "THING"... that status symbol. Like it meant something. Well, I want you *Points to the crowd* ... I want THEM *points to the lockerroom area* ... to realize that the standard of excellence isn't some BELT.

Loco pauses.

Loco Martinez: NO! I am the standard of excellence in this... or any other ring. I didn't go out there and humiliate Stephen Rawlings for that belt... though truth be told taking that belt from him was a damn sweet cherry on top... I went out there and beat Rawlings so that I could, without a shadow of a doubt call myself the BEST. The best in this business. The best in the WORLD. I am ... THE World Champion. I am THE Best. And while I don't need a belt to prove it? I don't want some hack out there carrying a world title and conning you people or himself into thinking otherwise!

The crowd is livid at Loco's tirade, but he doesn't care as he smiles to himself.

Loco Martinez: So... heh... JT ... THAT's where the belt is.

John nods.

Loco Martinez: And what we will do is what was set out at Call to Arms. We will dominate. We will WIN. We will be the best thing this company has ever seen. I know you don't like it... but its the god's honest truth... and sooner or later you're going to have to face it!

Loco throws his mic down forcefully. Suddenly the camera pans over to the top of the entrance ramp, where we see Smith Cartwright step out onto the stage with a mic in hand.

Smith Cartwright: I know you thought you were done with your little tirade, but you might want to pick that mic back up, Martinez, or at least borrow the one John’s holding. I guess you don’t need to respond, but I figure you might want to, though if the crowd is lucky, you won’t.

Smith pauses, then continues.

Smith Cartwright: While you don’t seem to want to carry around the championship belt that comes with being the World Champion, you’re going to have to accept the fact that carrying the belt with you to all LEGACY events is part of what it means to be the LEGACY World Champion. You can consider it part of your JOB to carry that belt when you show up to arenas or press conferences or public appearances… because quite frankly it IS your job to do that. You signed a contract with this organization, and one of the clauses in that contract says that if you gain champion status, you will uphold the standards surrounding that given championship. You were provided the literature as supplemental material, it was available for you in electronic format, and if you don’t remember any of that, our legal team can refresh your memory.

The fans let out a mixed reaction of applause and laughter as Loco Martinez starts fuming.

Smith Cartwright: So we’ll let it slide tonight, but at STRIFE 24 and every other LEGACY function while you’re still the World’s champion, I expect you to have that championship belt with you, or you WILL be fined. And I don't suggest you test the front office, because you can believe me... they're serious about this. So before STRIFE 24, I suggest you bring that belt with you.

The camera looks back at a shot of Loco Martinez and John Thomas, standing in the ring, obviously not excited about what they've just heard, and then the shot goes to the recap area, where Landon Savage, Joey C, and Mark Perletta are all seated behind their normal desk.

Mark Perletta: So there you have it, Loco Martinez showed up tonight without his championship belt, though I don't think he's going to be forgetting it at STRIFE 24, and John Thomas has chosen his next target - Rocky Stellar.

Joey C: And what a fantastic choice it was by John. For the past decade or so, the accomplishments of Loco Martinez have been overshadowed by the man with whom Loco won several tag team championships, and now that Loco Martinez is getting a chance to stand in the spotlight for a bit, I think it's only fitting that Loco's new best friend, John Thomas, takes this opportunity to put Stellar on the back burner once and for all.

Landon Savage: If John Thomas can defeat Rocky Stellar, and I believe that he can, we could very well see a World Title match at some point between Loco Martinez and John Thomas, and that's a match I'd love to see.

Mark Perletta: We'll talk more about that match if and when it ever happens, but for now, we've got a big show to continue on with.

Mark Perletta: In tonight’s opening contest, LEGACY continues forward with its trend of having exciting opening matches to start their shows.

Landon Savage: Another example of smart booking by the LEGACY front office. Neither Justin Moreno nor Crazy Boy are anywhere even close to being undefeated in LEGACY, but they both have an exciting repertoire of moves.

Joey C: And the good thing about this match, as far as Moreno and Crazy Boy are concerned, is that one of them has to win this match. They can’t BOTH lose, so it’s going to be a step in the right direction for one of them. On any other night, there’s a good chance that they’d both lose, but what are the chances that would happen tonight?

Mark Perletta: Justin Moreno has had some unfortunate luck at the past two pay per views, but many of the people I’ve spoken to consider him a bright part of LEGACY’s future, just needing to have a few more big fights that he learns from before he breaks through into greatness.

Landon Savage: Well he did come close to beating Mirage, and I will say that I was impressed, but that doesn’t change the fact that he lost that match.

Joey C: If I can say one thing nice about Moreno, I’ll at least say that his loss was on the actual pay per view, because Crazy Boy lost on a show that people didn’t even have to pay for!

Mark Perletta: A loss to Matt Towers, whether it be on STRIFE or a pay per view or a pre-show, is a loss well taken. Matt Towers has been an unstoppable force so far in LEGACY, and I’d say that Crazy Boy did just as good against him as anyone could have expected.

Landon Savage: Well whatever, what we’ve got here is a match between two guys, both of whom need a win. They both lost during the CALL TO ARMS weekend, and they both should be thanking their lucky stars that they’re not facing someone higher up the food chain, or else they wouldn’t stand a chance.

Mark Perletta: Let’s just get to the match footage…

Start : Footage from the Match

Taking his opponent by the wrist, Justin Moreno attempts an irish whip, but Crazy Boy reverses it, sending Moreno into the ropes instead. Crazy Boy goes for a clothesline attempt, but Moreno ducks underneath it and heads into the opposite ropes, where he hooks his arms, stopping his momentum. Unfortunately for Moreno, though, as soon as he realized he missed the clothesline, Crazy Boy turned around and charged forwards in the opposite direction, and as soon as Moreno hit the ropes, Crazy Boy drills him with a clothesline, Crazy Boy's momentum sending both men over the top rope and down to the outside.

Mark Perletta: Well Tyrone Smith might've missed that first clothesline, but he sure didn't miss the second one!

Joey C: I bet he's going to wish he didn't attempt the second one, because he's the only one who landed awkwardly when they fell to the outside!

Justin Moreno is the first of the two men to get back to his feet, and he stomps down hard onto his opponent's lower back. As Crazy Boy cringes in pain, Justin Moreno forces him to get back to his feet, and then he takes Crazy Boy by the arm and whips him into the steel guardrail. Crazy Boy hits back first, further injuring his back, but he doesn't have any time to rest, as Justin Moreno takes him by the arm and throws him into the ring under the bottom rope.

Mark Perletta: Seems like the aggressive streak of Justin Moreno is continuing.

Landon Savage: Well if he wants to prove his detractors wrong, he's going to have to keep up this style of match on a regular basis, because that's the only way he's going to win. He wouldn't have come as close to a win against Mirage if he went into that match the same way he went into matches a few months ago prior to the Hawkins Memorial Tournament.

Moreno hops up onto the apron, grabs the top rope and slingshots himself up and over it, splashing down onto Crazy Boy with a senton. Getting up off the mat, Justin thrusts his fist into the air, getting a good response from the crowd before he goes back to work on his opponent. Crazy Boy tries to get up off the mat on his own, but Moreno takes him by the wrist and lifts him up. Justin goes for an irish whip, but Crazy Boy reverses it, sending Moreno into the corner and then following it up by running in and lowering his shoulder, drilling Moreno in the gut. Crazy Boy pulls Justin out of the corner, backs up a few steps, then lowers his shoulder and rams him back towards the corner. Before they hit, Crazy Boy slows up half a step and flips forwards, landing one of his legs on either side of Justin's head, draped over the top rope.

Mark Perletta: What an incredible move by Crazy Boy, showing off his athleticism!

Landon Savage: Even better than that, he's following it up with those lightning quick right hands, just nailing Justin Moreno in the face!

Holding on to the top rope on either side of him, Crazy Boy flips himself backwards, landing back down on his feet. Backing up halfway across the ring, Crazy Boy waits for Justin Moreno to work his way out of the corner, and as Moreno stumbles towards the middle of the ring, Crazy Boy drills him with a spear, taking him clear off his feet. After running an excited lap around the ring, Crazy Boy lifts Moreno up off the mat, then hoists him up for the spinning falcon arrow, but Justin connects with a knee to the face as his legs were being hoisted up, and this allows him to get his feet back down to the mat. From there, Moreno turns and drills a knee to the lower back of his opponent.

Mark Perletta: That will slow Crazy Boy down a few steps.

Joey C: What's Moreno doing now - pulling Crazy Boy towards the corner?

Once Justin Moreno gets close enough to the corner, he grabs on to Crazy Boy's head, as if he's going to go for a suplex, but then he jumps up as if he's going to go for a Tornado DDT, but instead he puts his feet onto the middle rope and shoves forward, pushing Crazy Boy towards the center of the ring, then he twists around, altering his position and riding Crazy Boy down to the mat with a bulldog, and the fans give a shocked and excited reaction to the move.

Mark Perletta: What a great move! I don't think I've EVER seen someone do a Tornado Bulldog before!

Landon Savage: I'm wondering if Moreno's even done one before, or if he's just making things up as he goes!

Joey C: He's headed out of the ring... he's getting to the top rope...

Mark Perletta: He leaps off... 450 Splash! The "Extreme Measures"! Moreno goes for the pinfall...

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

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

Mark Perletta: Justin Moreno picks up the pinfall victory here in the opening match of STRIFE 23, and that was quite an impressive match by both men here to get the action going!

Joey C: That match wasn't even the most exciting thing we've seen all night, don't over hype it, Marky.

Landon Savage: The fans sure seemed to enjoy it, and if both of those guys can compete like that on a regular basis, they might see some serious title shots thrown their way.

With a purposeful look strewn upon his face, X-Calibur walks down a hallway in the backstage area. In a somewhat brisk pace, he passes by various personnel; cameramen, feed technicians, photographers, and even V.I.P. journalists. Shooting glances and glares in every which direction, X-Calibur eventually comes to a dead stop, and backtracks a few steps at the sighting of Crash. Loitering around a worn and splintery table with holey white picnic cloth draped over it and sturdy boxes holding a coffee pot to complete the makeshift “café”, Crash nods at X-Calibur.

Crash: Whats up, bro?

Without nodding, X cuts straight to the point.

X-Calibur: What the fuck, man?

X holds his arms outstretched, as if waiting for an answer. Crash smirks and laughs a devilish laugh.

Crash: I did what was best for me. Jake Dominion was never my boy. You are. Jake can kiss my ass. I played him just like you and I use to play people. Whats happening right now is between me and Jake, not you. You're still my boy. Ain't nothing out there going to change that.

Crash lightens his tone.

Crash: We're cool, right?

X looks Crash over for a moment, then responds.

X-Calibur: I understand the whole, “doing what’s best for me” thing, ‘cause God knows I’ve done my fair share of selfish deeds over the course of my career... but what you did to Jake at Call to Arms was WRONG. I mean, in a match that was supposed to be in honor of Eric Wolfson for what The Syndicate did to him? Jesus Christ, dude.

X shakes his head.

X-Calibur: And don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did to me back in SHOOT after our match...

Crash smiles.

Crash: Them guys were never my friends. My only friend is you.

X laughs for a moment, and shakes his head again.

X-Calibur: Right. Well, I just want to thank you for causing the memories of how you attacked me after our match back in SHOOT to come back...

X lightens his tone up some.

X-Calibur: But you know what, going against my better judgment? I’m going to trust you on this. We've rolled together too long to let something like this get in the way of our friendship. The fact of the matter is that your business with Jake is your business with Jake, and if that’s how you feel about him and Eric, then so be it. I won’t get in your way.

X gets real close to Crash, in a somewhat half-menacing, half-defensive tone.

X-Calibur: But, I’m warning you, dude. If you break that trust and fuck me over? If you go ahead and bring Fat Fuck Chuck or whatever his name is and the rest of the VAN Fan Club my way? It’s on, brother.

X puts out his hand, not taking his eyes off of his counterpart.

X-Calibur: But until then? We're cool, bro.

Crash shakes his hand.

Crash: Cool. But like I said, you have nothing to fear from me. Remember that.

Crash looks over, hearing the loud thud of one of the arena doors closing. Jake Dominion enters the building. Crash's attention returns to X-Calibur, staring him in the eye. Jake, decked out in his trademark Armani suit and black shades, wheeling his dufflebag down the hallway, stops in his tracks and notices X-Calibur & Crash shaking hands. X-Calibur turns his head and notices Jake as Jake procedes to shake his head and head down the hallway vigoriously with intent in his eyes.

X-Calibur: Yo, Jake!

X quickly walks into the direction Jake is headed, only for Jake to stop short, and turn around with a menacing glare on his face. X stops a few feet in front of Jake with a rather cautious demeanor.

X-Calibur: Jake man... *half laughing* that wasn't what it looked like, bro.

Jake Dominion: Oh it wasn't Eryk? *shakes head* I have to go see Belote NOW...

Jake tries walking off but X-Calibur stops him again

X-Calibur: Look, Jake. I don't blame you for you're insecurities right now. You have every right to want to not believe me. Shit, you can even drop me right now if you wanted to, and I wouldn't hold a damn thing against you.

X looks back to where he and Crash were conversing.

X-Calibur: Crash fucked you over, bro... and it pisses me off. You KNOW I would NEVER do something like that to you, Jake. You KNOW it.

Jake Dominion: Yeah well, I didn't think Crash would ever either, but I guess you don't know who you can trust nowadays do you?

X nods.

X-Calibur: Like I said, I don't blame your insecurities. I just want to prove it to you that I'm the same fucking guy who rode with you in SHOOT to tag team glory, bro. Let me team with you, and we can deal with those Syndicate assholes ourselves. My only request...

X scratches his head, not sure how Jake's going to take what he's about to say.

X-Calibur: ... is that YOU deal with Crash. I simply will not fight Crash, just like I will not fight you.

Jake flashes that trademark cocky smirk of his as he replies...

Jake Dominion: Not for nothing Eryk, I appreciate the offer, but I'm DONE with tag teaming at the moment. I'm gonna take care of Crash and the Diabolik on my own, BY MYSELF...

Jake turns around and starts walking off...

Jake Dominion: Don't worry about me, I'll be fine...

X-Calibur, showing concern for one of his close friends, continues on when they both end up bumping into Smith Cartwright.

Jake Dominion: Smith, have you seen Rob? I need to speak with him NOW...

Smith shakes his head.

Smith Cartwright: He's not here tonight, Jake. Unless it's a SuperCard or someone is showing up to sign a contract, Rob usually doesn't show up to STRIFEs. That's what I'm here for. Anything I can help you with?

Jake sneers at Smith before responding.

Jake Dominion: Gee, how convenient. Anyways, unless you've been under a rock, you'd know that I want a god damn match with Crash!!!

Smith sighs.

Smith Cartwright: Yeah, I think everybody realizes that after what Crash did to you, you're going to want a match with him. The front office is already moving forward on having lawyers draft up the initial contract, so don't worry, you'll get your match, but you'll have to wait. First of all, it's obviously going to be a big match, and secondly, you've already got a match tonight, which you might want to focus on for now. Crash and the Diabolik have been barred from the ring, so you won't have any trouble from them.

Jake's bright blue eyes look even more intense than before as he responds...

Jake Dominion: Listen Smith, that's all well and good. Yeah I know I got Rawlings tonight and it should be a good Main Event, but I don't want to wait for Crash. GIVE HIM TO ME AT THE SUPER CARD!!! Make it happen!!!

Cartwright holds up his hand, trying to get Dominion to calm down a bit.

Smith Cartwright: Look, Jake, I feel bad for your situation, I really do. But there's no reason for you to yell at me like that, and if it happens again, you're going to get fined by the front office.

Smith takes a quick second to let that sink in.

Smith Cartwright: Now look, I'm trying to help, and we'll get the match to happen as soon as possible, but it can't happen at the SuperCard because there IS. NO. SuperCard before the next pay per view.

Jake, keeping his composure to avoid a fine, retorts...

Jake Dominion: Ok Smith, so how far away is the Pay-Per-View then?

Appreciative of Jake's calm response, Smith responds.

Smith Cartwright: It's actually taking place about the time you would've expected to see a SuperCard - sometime in late August or early September. We'll know more once we've booked an arena to hold it in. Until you get into the ring with one another in a LEGACY sanctioned match, the front office has decided that you and Crash should do everything you can to not come in physical contact with one another, and if you can't, you'll both be fined.

Jake nods.

Jake Dominion: I see, that's great Smith, cause I'm sure Crash wont care because Big Lou will just pay his fine for him, so what are you gonna do about that?

Smith Cartwright: That was exactly my thought when the other members of the front office came up with the idea, and in our meeting tomorrow, I highly expect they'll take me up on my suggestion to suspend Crash for any incident he or the Diabolik is involved in, keeping him out of arenas until the pay per view.

As Jake is about to continue, X holds up his hands, as if to convey "enough is enough".

X-Calibur: Listen, Jake... I don’t mean to be rude and "jump in line" here or whatever, and I sure as hell understand the shitty situation you’re in because of what Crash did to you at Call to Arms... but what about MY situation, eh?

X turns towards Smith, obviously getting impatient waiting for his "turn". He gets real close to Smith, so close in fact that X lowers his voice to an eerie level but loud enough so Jake and Smith can hear him distinctly.

X-Calibur: It isn’t RIGHT, Smith. You know it, I know it, Jake knows it, Crash knows it, the fans across the world know it, and John Thomas sure as fucking SHIT knows it. He beat me by the hair on his chinny chin chin in a five-star wrestling classic. That fact CANNOT be denied, Smith, and neither can the fans. They deserve to have another match. I deserve to have another match. They wanna see a REAL winner, Smith... not someone narrowly escape and raise the questions. They want to see one of us buried under the fucking mat and the other one holding the fucking shovel... and I have to be honest with you, Smith...

X smiles.

X-Calibur: ... I want to see it too.

Smith slowly starts shaking his head "no", obviously disappointed about the situation and what he's about to explain to X-Calibur.

Smith Cartwright: Look, you were obviously listening earlier tonight, I was listening, everyone here was listening. You heard John Thomas say he wouldn't sign a contract to fight you, right?

X-Calibur grits his teeth.

Smith Cartwright: There's nothing I can do, and I know it sucks, and I know you're frustrated...

X-Calibur: Don’t stand there and act like you know what I’m feeling, Smith, because you don’t. You don’t have a fucking CLUE to what I’m feeling right now.

X shakes his head, looking at Jake for a moment and points at Smith, as if he were saying, "You believe this guy?"

X-Calibur: John Thomas walked into that match as a boy, and he walked out as a fucking man. Ropes be damned, he walked out as a real man who did what not many other people on this Earth can say they’ve done... he pinned me in a wrestling match. One, two, three. But now he wants to regress from his manhood and act like a little bitch and refuse to fight me in the rematch the world and I deserve? He wants to run with his lucky deuce and duck the truth, knowing full well I’ll beat the everlasting shit out of him next time?

X sighs, conceding.

X-Calibur: Then so be it. He can’t run forever.

X puts his arm on Smith’s shoulder, sighing once again.

X-Calibur: But do me ONE favor, Smith... one TINY favor that CAN be done, okay?

A sympathetic smile comes over Smith Cartwright's face and then nods.

Smith Cartwright: I've got an idea, unless you're looking for a particular favor.

X smiles again.

X-Calibur: Give me somebody ELSE who WILL give me a five-star classic. Give me somebody ELSE who ISN’T afraid to step into the ring with a LEGEND and tear the roof off of LEGACY. Give me somebody ELSE who wants to fucking wrestle... and we will steal the show all... over... again.

Slowly, Smith continues nodding his head.

Smith Cartwright: You trust me, right? I mean, I know you're upset that I can't force my boss's son to get into the ring with you right now, but other than that, you trust me to do everything in my power to make things turn out right for STRIFE, right?

X shakes his head.

X-Calibur: With a few exceptions like Jake and Crash, I don't trust anybody in this business- least of all a man who dresses as nicely as you. But, I will tell you this...

X nods his head, smiling.

X-Calibur: I'll give you a chance to make things right, and then we'll talk about "trust".

Realizing that he would've been foolish to expect a better answer than that, Cartwright shrugs.

Smith Cartwright: I'll put you in a big match at STRIFE 24... not because you asked for it, but because you deserve it. The whole "trust" thing? That comes into play because I'm not going to tell you what that match is... not until we release the bookings like regular.

X nods.

X-Calibur: I dig.

Cartwright nods.

Smith Cartwright: Good. Now how about the both of you leave me to do my job, is that too much to ask? 'Cause if I don't? I can't help EITHER of you.

Smith looks to X, then over to Dominion, then at both of them together. X shrugs and looks back at Jake, who is still appears uneasy and unsure by X's presence. Without saying a word or looking back, X heads out of the room, leaving Jake and Smith behind.

The camera cuts to a small room in which we see Smith Cartwright sitting in a chair, holding a clipboard, looking at Dan Stein, who is seated about six feet from him. Smith turns and looks into the camera as he addresses the viewing audience to begin the pre-taped interview.

Smith Cartwright: As I was putting the finishing touches on my World of Wrestling Report after CALL TO ARMS, I was trying to decide if I wanted to interview anyone to get their perspective on the current landscape here in LEGACY coming out of a very surprising and eventful pay per view. It didn't take me long to realize that the man sitting in front of me now would be the best person to talk to, not only about the events of June 24th, but the current state of his life at this point in time.

Smith turns his attention back towards "The Lights" Dan Stein.

Smith Cartwright: Dan Stein, I think anyone who has been watching LEGACY consistently over the past year would agree that there have been some changes in your attitude, especially as of late. To what would you attribute these changes?

Stein sighs for a second, looking at Smith.

Dan Stein: Not everyone knows this, but I've been going through some heavy shit at home. I'd get into more details, but I really don't want to bore anyone with them. I haven't really been on camera much, and I'm sorry... I've just needed some time to myself, and the gym I'm training myself and my students at.

Smith Cartwright: Out of respect for you and your family, I won’t ask anything further about that situation, though I don’t think it would bore anyone. We’ll move along to a topic which people will undoubtedly find interesting. Obviously since we talk backstage, I know the answer to this question, but since most people aren’t familiar with your life away from what you do inside the ring on STRIFE and on pay per view events, tell us a little bit about your gym.

Dan Stein: The Hybrid Gym is a select group of guys that myself and former wrestling and mixed martial arts star Eric Flaherty have been helping run for some time now. I really can't be releasing details on where it's located, but lets just say it's near an old stomping ground of most of the guys in LEGACY. What we do there is train these guys in whatever they want to learn. I cover the high flying 'luchador'-esque material, while Flaherty concentrates more on power and striking. We offer future LEGACY wrestlers and people that just want to learn a great learning environment with fantastic teachers.

Smith Cartwright: Many people have probably heard that Rob Belote has been trying to launch a second LEGACY brand to hit different segments of the global market, and I announced in my latest World of Wrestling Report that “LEGACY International” had a minor setback and won’t be taking off just yet. What some people may not know is that some of the individuals already signed to the LEGACY International roster have trained with you.

Dan Stein: Ah, I must not have caught your report, Smith. Sorry about that. I didn't want to be giving out details people didn't know about. But you're right, Robbo has a couple of guys with us now, honing out their skills, working out the kinks. Our best student by far is actually going to debut here in LEGACY at STRIFE 24, and we're all excited about that. The guy has more talent in his shoe strings than most people have in their entire body. He'll be a namesake for a good long while if he can keep it attitude in line. I don't think he'll have a problem with that, though.

Smith Cartwright: I’ve heard a lot of great things about him, too, and if half of the things I’ve heard are true, then I can’t wait to see what he can do in the ring. Now unless you left the arena in Miami early and have been hiding under a rock since then, I’m sure you’ve seen the way CALL TO ARMS ended.

Dan Stein: Absolutely. And I must say, that I was a proud Loco Martinez fan. I might not like the guy as a person right now, and I do have some past with Rawlings, but as a true Loco Matrinez fan based on talent? I was stoked. I was absolutely estatic. And I must say that even though Loco did it all himself, I still can't help but wonder what he'd be doing right now, if I wouldn't have stepped up and called him out.

Smith Cartwright: You bring up a very interesting point…

Dan Stein: Would Loco even had been at Call to Arms? No. Would he have this fire under his ass again? No. I was the one that motivated him, whether he likes it or not. I didn't beat him in the wrestling match, we're tied up in the ring now, but I was the one that got the real victory at Call to Arms. He just has gold for his.

Smith Cartwright: Any plans of stepping up and challenging him anytime soon and trying to get a World Championship run?

Stein smirks.

Dan Stein: There's got to be be a tie breaker match sometime, Smith. I won the battle of the Sky High champs. He took this one. We need a rubber match. I'm busy with Hybrid and the students, and Loco definitely isn't going to give up the belt any time soon. When the time is right, I'll step up to the plate. But right now isn't a good time for me, the gym, or my fans in terms of challenging Loco. Sooner or later, though, we'll get that third match.

There is a definite look of confidence on Dan Stein's face as the interview ends, sending us back to the recap position.

Mark Perletta: Our second match tonight features two individuals who are part of tag teams trying to work their way up the proverbial ladder, trying to get into a position to get a shot at the Tag Team belts.

Joey C: These two teams might have the same goal, but they’re in totally different positions. Long Island Hardcore has a valid claim to getting a tag title shot, whereas the Canuckin’ Cowboys only have one tag team match win to their credit, and that came over Fast Times!

Landon Savage: I heard Nelson and Walsh backstage earlier tonight, I know they believe they deserve a tag team shot for having helped take the briefcase down from the rafters in the ladder match at the pay per view… but Domination was awarded the win of that match, and they’re getting the tag title shots.

Joey C: I have a feeling, based on what I’ve heard, that things aren’t going to play out that simply, but we’ll have to wait and see. The point is, though, that the Canuckin’ Cowboys are not in the same league as a team as decorated as Long Island Hardcore.

Mark Perletta: Well so far Allen Franks and Jerry Starr have shown good potential, and the only thing that stands between potential and talent is opportunity.

Landon Savage: Well Jerry Starr has the chance here tonight to show the world what he’s got against Jared Walsh, and you could tell going into this match that The Elite One knew how big of an opportunity this was.

Mark Perletta: Could Calgary Carl pick up the victory and give a boost to the Canuckin’ Cowboys, or will Jared Walsh get Long Island Hardcore back on track? Let’s find out.

Start : Footage from the Match

Taking Jerry Starr by the hair, Jared Walsh lays into him with a hard forearm shot, then walks over to the ropes before hitting another one. Having Jerry Starr sufficiently reeling, Walsh maintains his grip on Starr’s hair and ducks under the top rope, getting himself out onto the apron. Reaching over the top rope, Walsh grabs Starr’s hair with both hands despite the admonishing by the referee and then drops straight down off the apron, pulling Jerry’s neck across the top rope.

Mark Perletta: Jared Walsh not listening to what referee Ross Quatro is saying, holding onto two handfuls of hair as he hit that hangman’s drop.

Joey C: Hey, he didn’t get disqualified for it, so what does it matter?

After getting his neck pulled down across the top rope, Jerry Starr stumbles backwards into the middle of the ring a few steps, coughing a few times, giving Jared Walsh the opportunity to get back up to the apron. Quickly, Jared Walsh hops up onto the top rope, balancing himself on it for a second before springing off towards his opponent, but as Jared goes for a flying one-legged kick, “The Elite One” spots the move and drops down to the mat. Walsh hits hard, landing on his back, but he tries to get back to his feet as quickly as possible. Unluckily for him, Jerry Starr had already gotten back up.

Mark Perletta: Jerry Starr with a huge kick to the chest of Jared Walsh as he tries to get up off the mat, and if Calgary Carl were here, he’d no doubt be squealing like a little girl out of excitement of how hard Jerry Starr just kicked his opponent.

Landon Savage: Where IS Calgary Carl, anyway? It’s not like him to not be present at one of Jerry Starr’s matches…

Joey C: I heard earlier that he had some sort of errand to run, but that he’d be back before the show was over.

As Walsh continues to struggle to get to his feet, Jerry Starr takes him by the wrist, lifts him up to his feet and then LEVELS him with a short-arm roundhouse kick to the chest. Not quick to try to get up after that kick, Jared Walsh is forced back up to his feet by Jerry Starr, who gets him up off the mat and immediately hooks him into a gutwrench position. Wasting no time at all, Jerry Starr lifts him off the mat and sends him back down onto his back with a gutwrench suplex. After gloating for a moment, Jerry Starr takes Jared Walsh and lifts him up to his feet, pulling him over into the corner. Lifting Walsh up, Jerry Starr puts his opponent up onto the top rope, then starts climbing up after him.

Mark Perletta: Looks like Jerry Starr might be going for some sort of Superplex off the top rope, or possibly some other variation…

Joey C: And Jared Walsh doesn’t look like he wants to let that happen! Walsh grabs Jerry by the hair… and he’s digging into Jerry’s eyes with his thumb!

Mark Perletta: Jerry Starr with no other choice but to hop back down to the mat… he turns his back on Jared Walsh…

Landon Savage: It looks like Jared Walsh is going to attempt to go for a Victory Roll… getting both of his legs over Starr’s shoulders… he flips forwards…

Mark Perletta: Jerry Starr keeps himself from rolling forwards, he turns it into a pinning combination of his own…

One…

Two…

Three!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall… The Elite… Jerry… Staaaaarr!!

Mark Perletta: Much to the surprise of many people, Jerry Starr pulls the upset over Long Island Hardcore member Jared Walsh!

Joey C: As much as I like Long Island Hardcore, I'd hardly call it an upset, Marky. Jerry Starr is a bright young talent who most people just haven't come to know yet. If you were to be honest with yourself and match up their strengths and weaknesses, The Elite Jerry Starr matches up well against Walsh, very well in deed.

Landon Savage: That was his first big win in LEGACY, that's for sure, and I wonder if it's going to be able to carry over into success for his tag team - the Canuckin' Cowboys.

Mark Perletta: Unless this makes Jerry Starr less inclined to team up with Allen Franks in the hopes of getting more success in singles wrestling, I'd say that this win couldn't hurt the Canuckin' Cowboys.

We cut to the backstage area, and a shot of Alexander Harmston making his way to the ring, which generates a real mixed reaction from the people. The Foundation seems to have brought some fans into his camp, based on the incredible match at Call to Arms. However, it also seems to have attracted some haters.

Harmston is coming off a loss, but does not seem overly agitated by it. He understands that what happened at Call to Arms was not going according to plan, but he seems content with his performance, and confident that his game plan, his work ethic will take him to the places, he wants to get to in LEGACY. It was a setback, but he can still recover!

With this mindset in place, he continues a methodical march toward the ringside area, focused only on Katsuro Yoshida, and beating him in Mobile Alabama. With the entrance ramp drawing closer, Harmston turns the corner …

… and bumps right into the man he faced two weeks ago at Call to Arms, ‘Red Hot’ Ray Willmott!! The crowd give a neutral but mostly warm reception to the Welshman. It seems, that for the most part, the match at ‘Call to Arms’ was a resounding success for both men, and really bolstered their stature in the eyes of the fans. Harmston looks surprised to see Ray standing in front of him, and this is greeted by a smirk from his archrival.

‘Red Hot’ Ray Willmott -- …Evenin’.

Alexander Harmston -- …I don’t have time for this.

The Foundation starts to walk away, but Ray reaches out an arm to stop him.

‘Red Hot’ Ray Willmott -- …I only came here to congratulate you.

Alexander Harmston -- …Patronizing little pissant! Get out of my way!

‘Red Hot’ Ray Willmott -- …I’m not being patronizing!

Willmott adds deepness to his voice that forces Harmston to look up into his eyes and pay attention.

‘Red Hot’ Ray Willmott -- …You pushed my ass, hard at Call to Arms! Quite frankly, that match could have gone either way. You’re as good as you’ve ever been, and as competitive a rival as I’ve ever faced!

Harmston eases a little.

‘Red Hot’ Ray Willmott -- …I respect the fact you didn’t try for a cheap advantage before our match, that you never crossed a personal line to try and get into my head. You came into that ring, just the same as I did, and you relied on the wrestling! That is testament to a true competitor.

Alexander Harmston -- …You know me, Ray.

‘Red Hot’ Ray Willmott -- …I’m glad to say, that I do.

Willmott extends his hand out to Harmston, which draws a real positive reaction from the Alabama crowd.

‘Red Hot’ Ray Willmott -- …The fans really got to know us, to understand who we are, and what this means to us. Suddenly, everyone knows our name, and they know that we’re for real!

Harmston looks at the hand, not moving, only listening.

‘Red Hot’ Ray Willmott -- …You said that you know me better than my own brother, and to a point Alex, you were right. All of my passion, my feelings and emotions are left out there, in the spotlight. You’ve come to understand those feelings, those emotions; you’ve found ways to counter them, to work with them, and for them to work against me. That’s as strong a bond as any professional can share with another, in this sport.

Harmston smiles, hearing Ray's heartfelt words, and opens his mouth to respond.

Alexander Harmston -- You know what Ray? You're right. We've been at this so long that I forgot what brought me to the level that I'm at today, and that's the competition with you.

A smile by Harmston again, this time reaching out and shaking Ray's hands. A mixed reaction, with a little more cheers from the crowd rises.

WHAM!

Those cheers? Boos now, because Harmston threw Ray head-first into the wall, watching him bounce off of it and then onto his back. Alexander measures Ray up and drives his boot into the ribs of Willmott over and over again, while Ray tries to cover up, surprised by the unexpected, but not entirely uncharacteristic assault. After a third boot pierces the defenses of Willmott, digging deep into the ribcage and sending him gasping for air, Harmston leans down with a grin.

Alexander Harmston -- What brought me here was kicking your ass from arena to arena. Don't think that just because you got lucky and locked in the Anxiety, that you're all the sudden better than me. We're not through yet Ray... not by a long shot.

Harmston smirks and walks off, as some ring officials and road agents come into the scene to aid Ray, who has started to bleed profusely from his nasal area. Despite his dehabilitation, Willmott gingerly attempts to gets to his feet with their help, but pushes them away, angry that he fell for the ploy of Harmston, but moreso because he was honestly trying to bury the hatchet.

The camera switches to the back, where the audience catches sight of Allen Franks sitting on the locker room bench. With his thumb through the center of the roll, Allen Franks is finishing up the wrapping job on his left wrist, his right hand already finished. After cracking his neck and joints a bit, the door to the locker room opens up and Calgary Carl walks in very excitedly, with Franks tag team partner, "Elite" Jerry Starr, directly in tow, fresh from his match.

Once he’s finished taping up his wrist, Allen uses his teeth to rip the tape from the roll, and as he flattens it against his wrist, he looks over and notices that in Carl’s grasp is a black garment travel bag that someone might use to carry their fine garments while on travel. Franks sits there momentarily in silence, then decides to ask the question for which he is afraid to hear the answer.

Allen Franks: Is that… what I think it is?

Carl squeals with excitement.

Calgary Carl: YES! IT IS!!!!!!!!

Jerry Starr half-chuckles, wiping his loose flowing blonde hair out of his face in a gratuitously pompous manner directly in front of the camera. Then, looking at his tag team partner, he smirks.

"Elite" Jerry STARR: He’s been like this all day, man. The complete ass nugget that he is...

Allen sighs then points to the bag.

Allen Franks: Alright, then… let’s see it.

Carl claps his hands together enthusiastically, much like a "special needs" student winning a gold star, and promptly drops the bag on the floor.

Calgary Carl: Hehe, whoopsy daisy!

Starr rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"Elite" Jerry STARR: Just open the bag, you complete waste of flesh.

Ignoring Starr’s demeaning words, Carl bends down and picks the bag back up, setting it down right next to Franks on the locker room bench. Unzipping it, Carl pulls out what appears to be brown Cowboy chaps.

Allen Franks: Chaps?

Carl’s eyes get big and he starts nodding his head.

Allen Franks: There’s not a hat in there anywhere, is there?

Guffawing loudly, Carl pulls out an ugly black cowboy hat.

Carl: Tadaaaa!!!!

Starr smiles at the chaps, and then looks right at Franks.

"Elite" Jerry STARR: They’re assless, too. I bet they’ll look good on you, Allen.

Franks shrugs.

Allen Franks: You mean US.

Jerry shrugs and nods.

"Elite" Jerry STARR: Right. Of course.

Allen lets out a chuckle at the near absurdity.

Allen Franks: I hope nobody gets the wrong idea about all this. I don’t know if this is going to come as a surprise or not, but I’ve never worn ass-less chaps before, but if it helps us win matches…

After staring at the chaps and cowboy hat for another moment, Allen heads for the door.

"Elite" Jerry STARR: That’s the spirit, Allen. With ass-less chaps... we’ll be... unstoppable.

Carl squeals again.

Calgary Carl: YES! THAT'S RIGHT! MY UNSTOPPABLE CANUCKIN’ COWBOYS!

Laughing, Jerry looks at Allen and nods towards the chaps and hat.

"Elite" Jerry STARR: Aren’t you going to suit up?

Allen looks at the chaps, then back at Jerry.

Allen Franks: I think in a show of solidarity, since you didn’t wear chaps to your match tonight, I’m not going to wear mine tonight either. Besides, I haven’t even tried them on yet, and I wouldn’t want to ruin this opportunity by being uncomfortable. I gotta run, but I’ll catch up with you after I get back… and hopefully I’ll have the Tao of Valor title belt with me.

After a smile comes to his face, Allen Franks walks off down the hall, headed towards the ring.

"Elite" Jerry STARR: Damn...

Jerry sighs, and takes a seat on the locker room bench. Carl, a bit saddened by the fact that neither of his tag team partners warmed up to the idea to the point of trying them on, puts the chaps and cowboy hat back into the duffel bag.

Calgary Carl: What’s the matter, Jerry? What are you cursing for?

Jerry shrugs.

"Elite" Jerry STARR: Oh... no reason.

A devious smile spreads on his face.

"Elite" Jerry STARR: There’s always the next show, I guess.

Scratching his head in confusion, Carl looks at the duffel bag and then back at Starr.

Calgary Carl: You guys better wear them, Jerry. Getting the matching uniforms costed me a lot of money... I pawned a "WoW three-month long subscription card" for these...

Starr looks at Carl.

"Elite" Jerry STARR: GOD you’re such a loser...

Jerry gets up from the locker room bench, and heads out of the room, leaving a frowning Calgary Carl all by himself with the duffel bag.

Landon Savage: Most people who are watching tonight’s show probably aren’t as excited for our next match as they should be. That’s because most of them are just casual fans and don’t know anything about Alex Harmston and Katsuro Yoshida other than the things that have happened here in LEGACY.

Mark Perletta: Thus far, neither Katsuro Yoshida or Alexander Harmston have been able to have the kind of success in LEGACY that they’ve had elsewhere.

Joey C: Harmston’s only had two matches here, and by the time he’s had ten matches here, anyone tuning into STRIFE and LEGACY pay per view events is going to really appreciate him.

Mark Perletta: Many people feel as though Katsuro Yoshida is on the verge of becoming a superstar here in the United States, having seen flashes of brilliance right after he joined LEGACY.

Joey C: Since the he took a couple steps back, trying to help Osamu Hayashi make the transition to living and competing on this side of the Pacific Ocean. And now with Hayashi on the shelf with a jaw injury and a minor concussion, the Bushido Buntai won’t be getting back into the ring as a team anytime soon, and that gives Katsuro Yoshida an opportunity to gain some singles gold and put the Bushido Buntai back on the map where they belong.

Mark Perletta: Competition is getting tighter, and so if Katsuro Yoshida wants another run with the No Limits Title, or if he wants a shot at either the Tao of Valor Championship or the LEGACY World Title, there are a lot more people to go through than there were a few months ago.

Landon Savage: There are quite a few new people who have joined LEGACY since Katsuro was the No Limits Champion, and most of those people are doing whatever they can to gain notoriety in LEGACY that they had in other organizations before coming here, and that makes it even harder.

Mark Perletta: Alexander Harmston is obviously one of those individuals, and that’s what adds extra importance to this match. It was a good contest, so let’s stop talking about what it meant and get down to the action.

Start : Footage from the Match

As Katsuro Yoshida gets up off the mat, Alexander Harmston moves in behind him, grabs him around the waist and throws him backwards into a belly to back suplex. Katsuro flips all the way over, though, and is able to land on his feet. As soon as Harmston gets back up to his feet, Katsuro clotheslines him back down, riding him to the mat, driving his elbow in right below the throat into the upper chest.

Mark Perletta: Interesting variation on a clothesline there by the Bushido Buntai member, not only hitting that clothesline, but driving him back down to the mat with some extra force.

Joey C: If he wants to win this match, he needs to follow it up… Katsuro back to his feet…

Landon Savage: Falling headbutt to the sternum!!

As Alex starts to work his way up off the mat, Katsuro gets in behind him, grabbing his elbows and pulling back into a standing double underhook, then throwing him backwards into a release tiger suplex which gets a good ovation from the fans. Lifting Harmston up off the mat, Katsuro fires in with a hard right hand, rocking Alex down onto one knee. Katsuro drops down to one knee and sends a knife-edge chop into Harmston’s chest. Winding up again, Katsuro goes for another hard right hand, but Harmston blocks this one, grabs on with his second hand and then twists around into a hammerlock.

Mark Perletta: Smart thinking by Harmston to not only slow down the match, but to put Katsuro into a defensive position.

Joey C: And this is where Harmston excels, switching up his positioning to find the best way possible for him to keep his advantage in this match.

Landon Savage: Harmston positioned up by Katsuro’s head… he’s up to his knees… OH! Katsuro getting rocked in the shoulder with a knee driven right in where the arm connects…

Picking his leg back up, Harmston drives another knee down into Yoshida’s shoulder a second time… and then for a third time! Not wanting to get drilled by Harmston’s knee any further, Katsuro shifts his legs around, turning over onto his side. Alex tries to use the hammerlock to put Katsuro back onto the mat, but as he tries to shift around, he is rocked by a kick from Katsuro Yoshida. After a slight modification of position, Katsuro drills him with another kick, forcing Harmston to let go of the hammerlock.

Mark Perletta: Katsuro pulling those kicks out of nowhere to get himself back in this match…

Joey C: DAMN he’s flexible!

Both men getting back to their feet, Katsuro gets the advantage quickly as he steps in and hits a knife-edge chop right across the chest of his opponent, then a palm strike to the chest, sending Harmston backwards into the corner. Katsuro turns to the side and hits a roundhouse kick right to the gut, slumping Harmston back into the corner, his arms resting over the top rope. Backing up all the way across the ring, Katsuro sizes his opponent up for a moment and then sprints in, doing a cartwheel and then springing backwards, shooting his feet out and drilling Harmston in the gut.

Landon Savage: Unless Harmston did about a million sit-ups this week, that’s gotta hurt!

Mark Perletta: I don’t even want to think about it…

Joey C: That’s because you probably haven’t done a sit-up in years, and you wouldn’t have any muscle to protect your innards.

Mark Perletta: Don’t start pretending like that double mule kick wouldn’t have hurt you as bad as it would’ve hurt me. Nobody’s buying that…

Katsuro gets to his feet, reaches behind him and grabs Harmston by the head, whipping him forwards with a snapmare. Taking a step back, Katsuro steps in and drills a low roundhouse kick to the back of Harmston, who falls down to the mat after the impact. Sensing an opportunity, Katsuro gets out onto the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Facing out towards the crowd, Yoshida dives backwards into a moonsault, but just before he hits… Alex Harmston rolls out of the way.

Landon Savage: NOTHING but mat!

Joey C: This is Harmston’s chance… if Katsuro had hit that moonsault, I think it would’ve been over…

Struggling to get back to his feet as quickly as possible, Harmston leaps forward and drives an elbow right to Katsuro’s forehead sending him slumped back down to the mat. Harmston steps in and grabs Katsuro around the neck, slowly lifting him up off the mat. Spinning Yoshida around, Harmston locks him around the waist and flips him over, driving him down into the mat with a belly to belly. Grabbing Katsuro by the wrist, Alex twists Yoshida’s arm around into a key lock, wrenching it in. The referee slides into position to check to see if Katsuro is going to tap out, and Harmston repositions himself so he is twisting over the top, slightly modifying the hold to twist over the top, wrenching downwards.

Mark Perletta: Katsuro Yoshida refusing to tap out, struggling, trying to fight it.

Landon Savage: Oh, I think Harmston is about to do something about that…

Because Katsuro isn’t tapping out, Harmston slowly positions one of his feet up onto the second rope, then pushes against the top one, giving him more pressure. As Katsuro struggles to break free, the referee keeps checking to see if he’s going to tap out, not even noticing Harmston’s feet against the ropes. Gritting his teeth, Katsuro can’t take the pain any longer, and so he starts tapping Alex’s arm, giving up. The moment Yoshida taps, Harmston takes his legs off the ropes.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by submission... Alexander... Harmston!

Mark Perletta: Alex Harmston picking up his first singles victory here in LEGACY... and I was just about to say that I wonder how long it's going to take before he and Ray Willmott end up face to face again, but we now have our answer...

Heading out from the back, Ray Willmott walks right down the ramp towards the ring, and he doesn't look happy at all, though the fans are happy to see him. Once at the bottom of the ramp, he hops up onto the apron, and as Harmston comes over to the edge of the ring to hinder his entrance, Ray ducks down and drills Alex with a shoulder to the gut between the middle and top ropes, sending Harmston back a few steps.

Mark Perletta: Ray Willmott enters the ring, and this is going to be good!

Joey C: Mark my words, the only reason Ray Willmott is able to go toe to toe with Alex Harmston like he's doing right now, trading punches back and forth, is because Harmston just had a match!

Mark Perletta: Don't be too quick to forget what Harmston did to him a little earlier tonight, because being thrown into a wall can have just as big of an effect on a person's ability to defend themself!

Landon Savage: Now you have to wonder how much of an affect it had on Ray's decision making skills, 'cause he shouldn't have even come out here.

Things started out with Harmston and Willmott trading punches with one another, but after blocking a couple right hands by Harmston, Willmott got the clear advantage, and Harmston blocked a shot from Ray and then dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring. With Ray standing at the ropes begging for Harmston to get back into the ring, Alex back peddles slowly up the ramp. His pace slows to a hault as he sees something out of the corner of his eye, and a moment later Ray Willmott is grabbed from behind by Eli Storm into a chokehold, and then Eli turns around and sends Willmott to the mat with a neckbreaker. Picking Willmott up off the mat, Eli Storm sets him up into a standing head scissors, and then Eli flips forward and hits "The Ratings Boost", his flip-over piledriver.

Mark Perletta: What the hell is Eli Storm doing out here?!

Joey C: Boosting the ratings, what does it look like?!

Mark Perletta: Oh man, now Alex Harmston sees that it's safe to get back into the ring, and this isn't going to be good for Ray Willmott.

Landon Savage: Just further proving my point that he shouldn't have even come out here.

As Alex Harmston and Eli Storm stand over Willmott, considering their options on how to possibly follow up on this attack, Katsuro Yoshida gets back up onto the apron, having rolled out of the ring after the match. When Eli and Alex see Katsuro, the two men quickly head out of the ring, deciding not to push the attack further. Katsuro kneels down next to Ray Willmott, waiting there while Harmston and Storm walk backwards up the ramp.

Sitting backstage, thinking about his loss to Justin Mareno, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith quietly smokes a cigarette in a corner of the hallway, minding his own business. Seemingly untroubled about suffering another humilating loss in Legacy, he takes another drag off of his cigerette and stares out into space, not noticing anyone or anything. Sitting quietly with a sly grin on his face, he nods his head.

Crazy Boy: Another loss. I wonder how long it'll be before I finally get another win in Legacy? I haven't won a match since my debut, but my time will come. My time WILL come.

Tyrone takes another drag off his cigarette, staring so far out into space he doesn't even notice someone standing right in front of him.

Marcus Mirage.

Upon hitting the camera, loud booing spreads throughout the arena bringing a smile to Mirage's face.

Mirage: Yo. Tyrone. That's yer name, right?!

Crazy Boy still doesn't respond.

Snapping his fingers in front his Crazy Boys face a few times, Mirage waves his hand before his eyes to get his attention.

Looking to his left and to his right, Mirage shakes his head, unable to get his attention. A member of the Legacy Production crew walks past carrying some cabling as Mirage turns to the guy...

Mirage: Hey...what in the wide world of sports is wrong with this guy?!

The Legacy crew member simply shrugs his shoulders and grunts while walking past.

Mirage: Yea...nice answer, jackass.

Turning his attention back to Crazy Boy, Mirage snaps his fingers before his face a few more times, still unable to get his attention. Feigning an attack to see if he can get Crazy Boy to flinch, Mirage smirks.

Crazy Boy doesn't move a muscle.

Mirage: Sit!

Crazy Boy remains sitting.

Mirage: STAY!

Crazy Boy still doesn't move. A laugher begins to spread across the arena. Finished amusing himself, Mirage adjusts the SHOOT Project world title, which he continues to carry around for the world to see.

Mirage: Anyway, I guess I kinda understand. I mean, if I lost to a perennial loser like Justin Moreno I guess I'd go off into la-la land, too. Anyway...good lu.

Mirage stops...thinking about what he was about to say, and changes direction.

Mirage: No, ya know what?! "Lazy Boy", this is the problem with Legacy, it's people like yourself. And it's not just you...it's *almost* everyone. Sub-par competition and the usual backstage nonsense that goes on in every federation out there...standare fare these days. Emo fucks running around acting like nothing matters...acting like losing is cool or that someday, their day will come. Lemme let ya in on a little secret, "Lazy Boy", your day won't come until guys like myself retire...and maybe then, when the entire wrestling world is flooded by modern day emo-losers who care more about what their body looks like than how compelling the shit they do is...maybe then you're time will come. Harsh I know...but it's true.

Mirage pauses.

Mirage: And deep down...you know it is.

Tyrone puts down his cigarette and looks up at Mirage with a sly grin on his face. He shakes his head and just stares at him with beady little eyes.

Crazy Boy: I'm sorry, did you say something? I could have sworn that behind me, all I heard was a bunch of hot air. Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't suppose that was coming from you eh? Um--- what's your name again?

Tyrone shakes his head, changing his mind.

Crazy Boy: Never mind, your name is not important. What is important is that you better get out of my face before I have to do something about it. That is, if you WANT to do something about it, why don't we meet each other in the ring at the next show so I can show you that my time WILL come....

Tyrone starts furiously shaking his head “yes”.

Crazy Boy: Yes, I heard everything you said, MIRAGE, but I just chose not to respond. Unlike some of these other people, I am not an emo-kid and a "Lazy-Boy" as you would like to put it. You know, I've been watching you intently since I have joined Legacy, and frankly you do not know how to keep your mouth shut. So I'm going to shut it up for you--- NEXT WEEK!!

Tyrone turns and walks away from Marcus Mirage, takes one last drag off of his cigarette and throws the butt away on the floor. We then cut to a shot from the arena bowl.

The lights in the arena go out completely and are replaced with red strobelights, red spotlights, and red flood-lights which come up through the steel entrance ramp. The LEGACY Vision Jumbotron lights up with the italic red “D” symbol which we now know to stand for “Diabolik”, and that’s when the booing starts. “The Mirror” by Dream Theater hits the speakers and as James Win steps out through the curtain, the intensity of the booing kicks up a little bit. When Gryffin Anselm follows him out, the booing increases significantly. And finally when Crash steps through the curtain, the fans all around the arena are wildly booing the trio, almost equaling the intensity from when everything happened at CALL TO ARMS.

Crash smiles an evil smile at first, stopping atop the rampway. He motions with his hands, telling the fans to "bring it" with the booing, getting an even louder reaction from them. He enjoys it. On the way to the ring, he pays them no mind. Once inside the ring, James Win walks over to the corner and signals outside over to the time keeper’s table. Josephina Colbert walks over and hands him a microphone. James signals that he wants another, and so she walks over and takes another one. Having been handed a second microphone, The All Star turns around and tosses one mic to Gryffin, then hands the second mic to Crash. As the music fades under, Gryffin Anselm steps up and addresses the crowd.

Gryffin Anselm: So from the sound of it, Miami wasn’t the only city full of LEGACY fans who disliked what we did at CALL TO ARMS. You don’t have to like the way we conduct our business, but you’ll either get used to it… or you’ll get used to hating us… because the Diabolik is here to stay. And with no further ado, I think we should get things rolling with a few words from the newest member of the Diabolik… one of the original members of one of the original incarnations of this legendary group… please give a warm welcome... to Crash!!

The boos reign in, almost, if not as loud as they were at Call To Arms. Crash begins to lift the microphone up but stops. He looks the crowd over with a cold, irritated look. He shakes his head and snickers.

Crash: For the past two weeks now, people have been wondering why I joined up with Gryffin, The All Star and Big Lou. I think its very simple actually. Even a retard like Jake Dominion should've been able to figure it out. When Big Lou, Gryffin and James Win learned why I came back here in the first place, they asked if there were any strings attached. I told them no. And they asked if it was that simple. I said yes.

Crash pauses for a moment. He looks around at the arena crowd, making sure they're listening to him.

Crash: I'm only gonna say this once for you assholes, so ya better fuckin' listen!

The crowd boos.

Crash: I joined Gryffin Anselm, The All Star and Big Lou because I am in this now for me. No longer am I going to be the guy that always bends over backwards and puts his goals on the side, because someone needs a partner to take on a team that is giving them a hardtime. No, its finally about me now again and damn, I'm loving it!

The crowd boos once more as Crash becomes intense and red in the face. He pauses for a moment, looking around angry and disgusted.

Crash: The biggest insult in the world came to me when you, Dominion, asked me to be your tag team partner. YOU and everyone else around KNEW what I was here for. It was for one last run at the World Heavyweight Title, not the damn tag team belts! My intentions were clear even going in, I wasn't going to stand by you. I was still going to put the knife in your back and make it clear to the world, its about me now, not anyone else.

Crash pauses a moment.

Crash: But than I got an offer. Big Lou and Gryffin came to me and explained to me that they could get me that fair opportunity at the World Heavyweight Title and alot of money in the process. All I had to do was take you out Jake and reform Diabolik. Diabolik means alot to me, just as it always has over the years. It means redemption. It means honesty. Loyalty. Respect. Diabolik was a family when you needed it but you stood on your own in it. It also means heart. Something I do have, Jake. I'd never ask you to team with me in a grudge match if you wanted a shot at the World Title. No, I got a heart. I got loyalty and respect. Now Jake, its just time I take you out first. Then everything else falls into place.

A smirk forms on Crash’s face as he lowers the microphone, and the booing intensifies. Gryffin decides not to let it go any further, though, and so he lifts his mic to speak.

Gryffin Anselm: As soon as we talked to Crash and he heard what we were offering, he jumped at the chance, because he and everybody else knows that we’ve got LEGACY in the palm of our hands. James Win and I have these tag title belts locked up and they’re staying with The Diabolik for a long, long time. Now it’s Crash’s time to step up, and before this year is done, he will have that World Championship belt, mark my words.

Gryffin takes the World Tag Team Championship belt off of his shoulder.

Gryffin Anselm: Trent Logan, since you seem to be the mouthpiece for those two boys who won the ladder match at CALL TO ARMS, I’ll speak directly to you and let you translate. They may have won the ladder match, they may have earned themselves a shot at these belts… but don’t let those two guys start thinking they’ve won anything more than just a shot. It’s going to take more than a fancy little name like “Domination” to take these championship belts away from The Diabolik.

The reaction of the fans is one that Gryffin wasn’t expecting, because not all of them start booing. A moment later, those who were booing stop, and all eyes turn to the top of the entrance ramp, including the eyes of the members of the Diabolik. When the cameras turn there, we spot Smith Cartwright standing on the entrance stage.

Smith Cartwright: With all the times they’re making me show up like this, it looks like I’m going to need some entrance music.

A small bit of laughter rolls through the crowd.

Smith Cartwright: The front office just made a decision, and since it involves the Diabolik, there’s probably no better time than right now to make the announcement.

Gryffin looks annoyed.

Gryffin Anselm: Let’s hear it, then. Get on with it!

Smith nods.

Smith Cartwright: That’s what I intend on doing. For those of you who didn’t get to see CALL TO ARMS, or for those of you who would like a little refresher, here’s how the Tag Team Ladder Match ended…

The house lights dim and the LEGACY Vision jumbotron lights up and we see Ben Murdock and Jared Walsh both trying to get the briefcase back down to the mat. There is a struggle, both men fall, hitting the mat, both still holding onto the briefcase. Steve O’Reily kicks Walsh in the back, making it easier for Murdock to pry the briefcase away. As soon as he does, the bell rings and the match ends. The LEGACY Vision fades and the house lights come back up.

Smith Cartwright: Earlier today, Long Island Hardcore brought to the attention of the front office that the rules in a ladder match state that the match is won when the object hung above the ring is unhooked and an individual gets back down to the mat with the object in his grasp. From watching the tape, you can see that Jared Walsh did exactly that…

The booing begins rolling in from around the arena as Smith speaks, fearing what they think he is about to say. As he hears the booing, he pauses momentarily and realizes he needs to make something clear.

Smith Cartwright: And so did Ben Murdock. The referee awarded the match to Domination, so they are guaranteed a shot at those World Tag Team Title belts… But that doesn’t mean that Long Island Hardcore don’t deserve a shot, because they do, and that’s why the front office made the following decision: At STRIFE 24, two weeks from tonight, The Diabolik will defend the World Tag Team Championship Belts against Long Island Hardcore, and Domination will get their championship match at the next pay per view event.

The fans across the arena cheer as they hear that the Diabolik will have to be fighting champions and that Domination are still going to get their opportunity to fight for the tag team belts. The camera switches back to a shot of Gryffin Anselm and the rest of the Diabolik standing in the ring. James Win looks slightly pissed off, but there’s a look of determination on Gryffin Anselm’s face.

Walking backstage in the arena we see, "Nikki" Nicole Rhodes. Rhodes is seen carrying a black Chanel handpurse, black leather gloves, a form fitting white overcoat; lined in the best animal fur you could think of... Animal rights activist word to the wise, beware. Her head is wrapped in a scarf as she deceieves nobody other than herself of thinking she would not be recognized... she's even pardoned her usual reading glasses and substituted those with a pair of black shades. Milking her hardships a bit too much, you be the judge. She has on extra makeup, to "blot out" that nasty little "bruise" given to her by a certain someone at Call To Arms. Rhodes spots Anastastia Ewing down the hall, and she casually walks up to her.

Nikki Rhodes: I was assured that you have Marcus' check.

Anastasia looks at Nicole and then flashes toward the clipboard. Removing Marion's check from the pile, she hands it to Nicole.

Anastasia Ewing: I’m not sure if you or Marcus have heard, but he could get his paychecks put into the bank for him by direct desposit his checks like everyone else on the roster. Saves a lot of time and the money is exactly where he would need it.

Nicole, not wanting to have any knowledge dropped on her, merely passes wise instruction off, and responds.

Nikki Rhodes: Yeah, about that. Save the advice. It's really none of your concern… but if you must know, at Marcus' behest, he wanted half of his money desposited into his account and the other half he wanted in his hands. That money is useful in other ways. Furthermore...

On that note, Nikkis' phone rings and she quickly points one finger at Ewing, as to say, one minute; her request is granted. After a few seconds, Nicole looks at Anastasia, her face looking confused, then it almost looks like she’s possibly a little scared. Then suddenly she hangs up the phone.

Anastasia Ewing: Everything alright? You look… a little worried…

Marcus Marion's favorite little gopher doesn't respond, but instead walks off.

Mark Perletta: With the first half of the matches on tonight’s show finished, our next match of the night is one that I’m sure wasn’t involved in many people’s decision to buy tickets to tonight’s show, but it is an important match for the two individuals involved.

Landon Savage: Absolutely. Neither Jimmy Smith nor Mostafa Bashir have been able to get themselves going in LEGACY as of yet, and this is a chance for one of them to take a step in the right direction.

Joey C: For the second time tonight, we get a match where two guys who usually can’t win matches face each other, guaranteeing that one of them is going to get a win.

Mark Perletta: It’s a good opportunity for the front office to assess talent and gives these two individuals a chance to show what they’ve got.

Landon Savage: Well Mostafa Bashir is a tough dude, but he’s still trying to make the transition from fighting in the streets of Afghanistan now to fighting inside the ring with all the rules we’ve got.

Joey C: And Jimmy Smith, well he’s got a ton of experience, dating back well over 5 years, but for one reason or another he seems to have fallen off a bit in the past couple years, aside from tag team wrestling… but this isn’t tag team wrestling, and The NASCAR Kid – Pat Reynolds – isn’t there to stand in his corner here tonight.

Mark Perletta: With such a big opportunity to show people what they’re made of, both Mostafa Bashir and Jimmy Smith came into this match wanting to be on top of their game. How did they do? Let’s find out.

Start : Footage from the Match

As Jimmy lifts Mostafa up off the mat, Bashir fires in with a headbutt to the midsection, slowing Big Jimmy’s momentum. When Mostafa gets back to his feet, he fires in with a hard right hand that connects with the side of Smith’s head, dropping him down to one knee. As Jimmy tries to get up to his feet, Mostafa drills in with a hard forearm shot that not only keeps Jimmy from getting up, it sends him rolling backwards towards the ropes.

Landon Savage: Quite the forearm shot from the Beast of Kandahar, and I don’t think Jimmy was expecting something like that!

Mark Perletta: Mostafa Bashir is moving back in on the attack, so Jimmy had better prepare himself.

When Mostafa Bashir gets to where Jimmy is located, he reaches down to grab his opponent, but Big Jimmy ducks his head underneath the top rope, forcing the referee to move in and back Mostafa away. Now that he has a little breathing room, Jimmy gets up to his feet, steps in and drills Bashir with a hard right hand, rocking him back a step. Grabbing Mostafa around the waist, Jimmy lifts him up off the mat a little bit and then falls backwards, dropping Mostafa’s head on the top rope, rocking him backwards.

Joey C: Snake eyes!

Mark Perletta: Jimmy found himself an opening, he’s looking to follow up… swinging neckbreaker drops Mostafa down to the mat!

Landon Savage: Back up to his feet, Jimmy just going to town on Mostafa with rapid fire stomps, and this is how he’s going to fight if he wants to put together any significant amount of wins!

Joey C: Damn, he’s not letting up with those stomps! He’s hit about a dozen of them!

Heading out between the ropes, Jimmy Smith gets out onto the apron, heads for the corner and starts climbing the turnbuckle. Once he starts to balance himself to get up onto the top turnbuckle, Jimmy looks out into the ring to measure up his opponent, but much to Big Jimmy’s surprise Mostafa Bashir is up to one knee, trying to get up off the mat. Changing his strategy, Jimmy waits for Mostafa to get up to his feet, and as soon as the Beast from Kandahar is up, Jimmy leaps off the top rope…

Mark Perletta: Double ax-handle smash from Jimmy Smith… and Mostafa Bashir just absorbs it!

Landon Savage: Not only did he absorb the impact, he’s still on his feet and he’s following up the move with one of his own!

Wrapping his arms around the rib area of Jimmy Smith, Mostafa Bashir hoists his opponent up off the mat into a bearhug. The fans start to stir, sensing that this is a big moment in the match, and the excitement level grows as Jimmy Smith tries to break free. He slams forearm shots into the side of Mostafa’s head repeatedly, and with each one, the fans get more and more excited. Just as it looks like Jimmy Smith is going to break free, Mostafa arches his head back and sends a headbutt into the side of Jimmy’s jaw, and suddenly all the fighting from Smith stops. It’s obvious that Jimmy is in a fair amount of pain, and he starts holding his jaw.

Joey C: Damn that was a NICE headbutt from Mostafa Bashir! I don’t think Jimmy was expecting it, and now it’s all he can think about!

Mark Perletta: We’ve already got one member of the roster sidelined with a broken jaw, and from the looks of things, Jimmy’s going to have to get an x-ray to see if he’s going to join Osamu Hayashi on the shelf with the same injury.

Now focused mostly on the pain in his jaw, Jimmy Smith isn’t struggling as much to get out of the hold, and Mostafa Bashir continues to squeeze it on tight. Big Jimmy squeezes his eyes tight as a side effect from the pain, but slowly, he eases up and his eyes start to relax. The referee sees this and stops asking if Jimmy wants to give up, instead going for a consciousness test. He takes Jimmy’s arm, lifts it up…

He lets go…

And the arm starts to fall…

Jimmy holds it up, showing that he’s still conscious… AND THEN HE TAPS OUT!!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by submission… “The Beast from Kandahar”… Mostafa Baaaaashir!!

Mark Perletta: For a moment, it looked like Jimmy Smith wasn’t ready to let this match end, but then he realized his situation and thought better of it.

Landon Savage: He made the right decision, because it's better that he gave up while he’s still conscious, that way he doesn’t fall to the mat helplessly, possibly further injuring his jaw.

Mark Perletta: I think you're right, and Big Jimmy probably realized that Mostafa Bashir isn’t the type to attack after a match, so there's no need to worry about that

Sporting the official LEGACY shirt of her client / boyfriend Diego de Cardenas, Hannah Perez saunters through the back halls of the arena. In her hand is a bottle of Aquafina, and on her face is a smug smirk showing of arrogance. Does she think she's better than everybody else? No, but she damn sure knows she's hotter than all the women she's walking past backstage, and she's smarter than they are, too. And her boyfriend could beat up any of their boyfriends. Sure, most of their boyfriends, if they have boyfriends, probably haven't been in a fight before, but it's the principle of the thing. A few moments later, she walks up to Diego and hands him the beverage. He twists the top off, taking a sip, and then turns and looks at the young man standing next to him.

Diego de Cardenas: Sorry, I know you just told me this, but what was your name again? Arthur?

The young man, who introduced himself less than 20 seconds before, repeats himself.

Intern Avery: Close... Avery George. I walk around backstage, interview people now and then...

His memory jogged, Diego looks annoyed.

Diego de Cardenas: Right, right...

Intern Avery: Mr. Cartwright told me I needed to start asking people more pertinant questions, so I guess I'll start by asking what most people are probably wondering... How soon you going to go after Issac to try to get your No Limits Title back?

Halfway through a sip of water, Diego nearly spits out the water he's got in his mouth when he hears the name "Issac", he composes himself before he continues.

Diego de Cardenas: IF I were to jump right back in the ring with Issac, obviously I'd take his title, right? I mean, nobody thinks that big white circus freak would beat me again, right? No need to answer, I know that everybody except Issac thinks it was a fluke when I lost that belt. But if I did that, if I took the belt back so soon, do you think he would be alright with that?

Diego doesn't let Avery respond.

Diego de Cardenas: No way. So I get the belt back, then the circus freak won't leave me alone, and that's the last thing I want. Bad enough that I had to deal with him a couple times already, so am I about to just jump right back into the ring with him? Hell no! I'm going to let him defend that belt for a bit, enjoy his reign, and then I'll take the belt back.

An interesting idea pops into Diego's head and he smiles.

Diego de Cardenas: Hell, Issac's probably going to lose the belt to somebody else before he and I even get into the ring together. Yeah, and then I won't have to get back into the ring with him again, and I can take the belt back by beating somebody else, somebody more talented and less... freakish.

Directly behind Diego and Hannah, Cronos Diamante leans against a wall having just finished texting somebody on his phone. He smirks as he navigates further options in his phone.

Cronos Diamante: If I were you, I would take the re-match as soon as possible, Diego. I’d be willing to make a wager that you’d win.

Cronos smirks knowing full well he‘s joking about being able to beat Isaac and Diego knowing as well. Diego turns around, cautiously, to see who said that. He's got a look on his face like he's worried who he might see. Cronos, always astute, notices it and quickly snaps a picture of Diego.

Diego de Cardenas: What the...?

Cronos glances down at his phone and tilts his head to the side with a smirk. He lifts his head and focuses his attention on Diego.

Cronos Diamante: Diego. You look scared. Why would you have any reason to be scared?

Diego squints his eyes and shakes his head.

Diego de Cardenas: Scared? Me? I don't... I don't have any reason to be scared! Scared of what? I'm not scared of anything. What would I have to be scared of?

Cronos chuckles and pushes himself off the wall, walking slowly toward him all the while testing him to see if he’ll backpedal. He does a little bit but not much.

Cronos Diamante: I don’t know. You tell me.

Cronos passes right by Diego and sits on some equipment boxes near Intern Avery’s position.

Cronos Diamante: You should really take that re-match though. No Limits Match, you have Isaac hands down. In a regular match you haven’t a cotton picking chance in hell. Metaphorically speaking.

Diego gets a disgusted look on his face.

Diego de Cardenas: If I got back in the ring with Issac, it wouldn't matter what type of match it was. I can stand toe to toe with anybody on this roster in ANY kind of match.

Cronos takes a long hard look into Diego’s eyes as if to tell him without words what he’s thinking.

Cronos Diamante: Anybody?

Cronos pauses and slips his phone into his pants pocket.

Cronos Diamante: I highly doubt that, Diego. You’re a division wrestler, not a pound for pound wrestler.

His manhood challenged, Diego looks offended.

Diego de Cardenas: A division wrestler? You think I hide behind the No Limits division? Are you serious? Do you know ANYTHING about me, Diamante? Next time before you go running your mouth off to people backstage, you should do your homework first, because if you did, you could've saved yourself some embarrasment. I'm going to show you why I've had the reputation of being not only a great wrestler, but one of the best pound for pound fighters in the world.

Cronos stands from his seated position with a smile on his face.

Cronos Diamante: I suppose you wouldn’t mind proving that then, Diego. Next week on Strife?

Cronos says nothing as he waits for a response from a very livid Diego.

Diego de Cardenas: You got it. Regular rules apply, I don't need the "No Limits" division to put you on your back for the three count or to make you tap out.

Cronos smiles and glances at Diego one last time before brushing by him. On his way past him, he does manage to get one last sentence in.

Cronos Diamante: You still look scared, Diego. I’ll see you next week, kid.

Clearly pissed off, Diego remains silent, gritting his teeth as he watches Cronos walk off. Intern Avery tries to restart the conversation, but Diego and Hannah walk off.

"Heaven and Hell", by the Dio Black Sabboth begins to play throughout the arena. RED pyrotechnics go off throughout the arena, and Gigantus Awesomo appears at the entrance, Orlando close behind. Gigantus is wearing a new Mask. On it, is a large flame. He walks down the aisle and into the ring. Once inside he raises his hands up, and fire bursts out of the corner posts. Orlando jumps back a bit by the surprise of the flames, but then eventually gets into the ring with a mic in his hands.

Orlando: Ladies and Gentlemen.... GIGANTUS AWESOMO!!!!

There is a small reaction from the crowd, and that bothers Orlando.

Orlando: What is wrong with y'all? This man is an important sobavabitch. Y'all best betta recognize.

Still not much of a crowd reaction, so Orlando takes a deep breath, and changes his approach.

Orlando: Alright, alright... I feel ya... You guys aren't impressed with this big bastad yet? I really can't blame ya. This guy comes back into wrestling as a damn fool, putting on a display that would make a clown in makeup blush. THEN, when he DOES decide to do somethin’ with himself, he screws THAT up and loses a chance at the No Limits title. I can't blame him for that though. That finger is pointed at Tim Jones, at Cronos Diamante, at Chaos.... Those guys are what held Gigantus from not only being the new No Limits Champion, but a champion in your eyes. They held him back. Their greed, their nonsense, their lack of ability, putting Gigantus in multiple matches TRYING and failing to beat him. He should'nt of been worrying about that mess.... But all of that is over! We shut up Cronos, we showed Chaos the true definition of his name... and most importatly... We got that annoying knat of a wrestler Tim Jones to leave us the hell alone, and hopefully go to rehab!

Orlando pats Gigantus on his shoulder.

Orlando: Which brings us to why we are out here tonight... Now that we have all of our affairs in order, we issue simply a warning to the champ. Issac.... Be prepared. Hold on to that title as hard as you can in you're sleep, because we're coming for you! We're done with the bullsh*t, we're done with the stalling and waiting... That No Limits title should be in this damn ring RIGHT NOW on Gigantus shoulder and we both know that... It SHOULD be Gigantus' ... It NEEDS to be Gigantus'.... So God almighty... It WILL be Gigantus'!

Finally, more of the fans begin to cheer, seeing the opportunity of a match being layed out before them.

Orlando: Don't however, Issac, confuse this with a challenge! This is no challenge. We will be for you, but you won't have a chance to fight back. You’re just a monster... Bread to intimate your opponents.... To be "Evil" Well look at this man standing next to me! 6 foot 7 inches... 278 Pounds.... This man's not a monster… But he sure as hell is a machine! A machine that now has one purpose in life. TO KILL A MONSTER!!!!! He's been doing it for the last 7 years of his wrestling career!

Just then, "A Monument Encased In Ash" by The Showdown begins to play over the P.A. system as the fans are abuzz over who this could be. Finally stepping out from behind the curtain is a man with black hair and a long goatee and pointy eyebrows wearing a red suit with a black button-up shirt on underneath. He smirks as he looks at Gigantus and Orlando before breaking out into manical laughter.

Man: Monster? You humor me... you really do. I know monsters, and Issac Entragian is no monster compared to what monster I have tucked away just dying to break out and terrorize the business once again.

The crowd picks up a bit wondering just who this monster is.

Orlando: Who the hell are you coming out here during my speech and talking about monsters and shit?

Man: Oh, how rude of me... allow me to introduce myself. I am the Reverend Ezekiel Caine and cultivating shiftless lumps of clay into monsters of inconceivable horrors is my trade.

Ezekiel continues with an evil grin congealing on his face.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: You see, this business has had MANY people claim to be monsters like your gigantic oaf over there…

Orlando: Hey... my "Oaf" ain’t no damn monster. He be the bastard who destroys monsters, and makes them run home crying to their mommies!

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU LITTLE WORM! You don't speak unless spoken to... got that?

Orlando: To hell with you, "Reverend"... Oppression ended in the 60s... I have the right as both an African American, and just a plain ol American! YOU FEEL ME brother?

Ezekiel then climbs in the ring and gets right in Orlando's face.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: This isn't about oppression... This is about your client's secret that he doesn't want anyone to know.

Orlando: Whatcha talking about? Gigantus aint got no secrets!

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Your friend over there has to hide behind a mask because he's too much of a yellow-bellied sack of sh*t to tell the world who he is. Well, I know who he is. My client knows VERY WELL who he is and he's dying to get his hands around his god damn throat and choke the life out of him.

Orlando takes a deep breath, with a slight look of worry on his face.

Orlando: IF Gigantus here has a secret... It wouldnt be because he's scared. It'd be because it was a necessity... because he wanted to wrestle, and needed to hide who he really was in order for anyone to continue to let him do that. BUT.... He doesn't! So turn your ass around, crawl out of this ring... And go give your "monster" the blow job you SO Wanna give.

Ezekiel Caine: So he DOES have something to hide! By the way, I wouldn't lower myself to give one of my monsters a "blow job". Insult me and my monster all you want, but he WILL make you regret it.

Orlando: What do you have against us? We dont even know YOU!

Ezekiel Caine: Oh, it's nothing personal with ME. I can't say the same for my client though.

Orlando is starting to look really scared, but Gigantus puts his hand on his shoulder.

Gigantus: Who has a problem with me? Bring them out here, and I'll give them a real problem to deal with!

Ezekiel Caine: Be patient, grasshopper, for he is coming. The question is are YOU ready?

Gigantus: I'm always-

Ezekial: That wasn't really a question... That was a warning!

"A Monument encased in Ash" starts up again, Ezekial laughs, and then drops the mic at Gigantus' foot... He then crawls out of the ring, and Gigantus stares at him until he exits. Orlando runs over to Gigantus...

Orlando: Dude... Wha-

Gigantus: Shut up.... Come on!

Gigantus snatches Orlando's mic, throws that one down and they exit the ring and the view switches back to the recap position.

Mark Perletta: Our fifth and penultimate match of the night saw Allen Franks step into the ring with Strong Style Dragon with the Tao of Valor Championship on the line.

Landon Savage: I’ll admit it, going into this match I didn’t think Allen Franks had a prayer of taking the strap off of Strong Style Dragon and that he should stick to tag team wrestling, but I don’t feel that way anymore.

Joey C: As the opening bell was ringing for this match, do you know what I was thinking? I was thinking that I don’t give a rat’s ass who wins this match, because either way the Tao of Valor Champion is going to be a no charisma guy who does well in the ring but isn’t very entertaining the rest of the time, and who wants that?!

Mark Perletta: Judging by the responses that Strong Style Dragon has been getting from the fans, I’d say there are plenty of people out there who are happy with the job Dragon has done as champion.

Landon Savage: He started gaining popularity through his string of exciting opening matches, he gained even more through the early part of his Tao of Valor title reign, and I’d venture to guess that the way he’s persevered against Ron Bailey, even despite having that strained neck injury coming out of their first encounter, he’s gaining fans quickly.

Mark Perletta: And in the past few weeks Dragon has been talking more and more, and as he does that, I think he’s going to continue to gain more fans, and the same can be said about Allen Franks. You may not like Jerry Starr, but ever since those two started teaming up, Allen Franks’ personality has been coming out more and more.

Joey C: “The Elite One” is the best thing to ever happen to the career of Allen Franks, and the two of them are going to be known as one of the best tag teams in the business someday at the rate they’re going. The fans might not realize that, the analysts might not realize that, hell, Allen Franks might not realize that either. Fact is, one of these days, people are going to realize it. Now how about we get to the match?

Start : Footage from the Match

The Strong Sstyle Dragon is whipped across the ring to the corner! Dragon throws both feet through the air and grabs the top rope as he slides through the top and middle rope, maneuvering to get his feet on the apron, Dragon turns just as Allen Franks is charging in, and Dragon ducks through the ropes with a shoulder thrust to the abdomen!

Mark Perletta: A unique counter to an irish whip into the corner, if I've ever seen one!

Landon Savage: And now Dragon is back in control!

Franks sumbles bak, holding his belly, and Dragon slingshots over the top rope into an Oklahoma Roll!

1...

2...

Franks kicks out but Dragon keeps a hold of his arm and quickly transitions right into a unique abdominal stretch! Dragon drops his right hand under Frank's chin, using his right elbow to pin Allen's left shoulder to Dragon's thigh. Dragon quickly rolls his left forearm across the back of Franks' chin, and locks his fingers, twisting on the royal cravate from that position!

Landon Savage: The Strong Style Dragon is showing a lot of his technical prowesss tonight, and apparently has opted not to take the brawling to his challenger tonight, deciding to keep things in the air or on the ground!

Joey C: As much as I hate to say it, its a good strategy. Franks doesn't seem to be as solid in the mat wrestling as his opponent is tonight.

Dragon tires of keeping the hold locked in and swings his left leg over Frank's shoulder, twisting Franks as he continues turning, he drops with a neckbreaker out of the cravate hold. Franks cradles his neck, as Dragon floats around into a cover, hooking the leg deep at the knee.

1...

2...

Franks kicks out again. Dragon pulls Franks up by the wrist and twists under the arm before sending him off the ropes. Dragon rushes in for a back elbow thrust, but Franks manages to duck the elbow. Franks hooks the top rope, and Dragon comes running in at him. Franks ducks an arm down and sends Dragon up and over the top rope! Dragon kicks his feet and swings through to land onto the apron, holding the top rope for support.

Joey C: I can't deny his athleticism, but he's a trainwreck waiting to happen!

Mark Perletta: Be that as it may, but he is as exciting to watch as they come!

Franks walks away from the ropes, holding his neck. Dragon springboards to the top rope and comes sailing off as Franks turns! Dragon thrusts his legs forward for a dropkick, but Franks sidesteps quickly and drops to a knee! Dragon lands with his lower back right across Franks' knee though and bounces off, holding his back in agony!

Joey C: See! Right there, that's what I was talking about!

Landon Savage: Allen Franks, somehow, finds a way to take the advantage again!

Mark Perletta: It was an effective counter, and the momentum has swung back into the challenger's favor!

Franks pulls Dragon up from his side, and scoops him up, driving him down quickly with a body slam. Franks drops into the cover!

1...

2...

Dragon kicks out fiercely, and rolls to his belly. Franks quickly hits the ropes and runs back, leaping off the ground he drives his back onto Dragon's with a senton splash! Franks gets to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck, before pulling Dragon up by his neck. Franks throws Dragon's arm up over his neck and snaps back with an explosive snap suplex, floating to the cover!

1...

2...

NO! Dragon manages to kick out!

Mark Perletta: Allen Franks is showing a lot of intensity tonight, in what I would have to honestly call a surprisngly even match-up!

Landon Savage: Its true, neither man has held the advantage very long, and perhaps Franks is trying to keep that trend from continuing.

Franks pulls Dragon to his feet and toses him upward with a back suplex, then turns it into a back breaker in mid-motion! Franks presses on Dragon's chin, as Dragon's back arches painfully across Allen's knee! Suddenly, Dragon explodes with a right kick up into the side of Franks' face! A second breaks the hold, and Franks drops to his rear, holding his neck. Dragon slowly gets to his feet, as Franks does the same. Dragon snaps into Franks with a blistering knife edge chop!

Landon Savage: did you hear that?!

Joey C: Hear it? I think Allen Franks can tell us about how it felt!

Franks quickly lunges into Dragon with a knee to the gut! Franks sends Dragon off the ropes and swings a clothesline! Dragon catches Franks by the elbow, ducking under the clothesline, Dragon swings around Franks' arm and swings right up into a flying head scissors out of nowhere! Franks is sent out of the ring from the momentum, and Dragon wastes no time in hitting the ropes and diving through the ropes with a suicide dive right into Franks' chin!

Joey C: He just comes at you from all directions, doesn't he?

Mark Perletta: Yes he does, and that's why our LEGACY audience has taken a real liking to him!

Dragon gets to his feet as Franks lays against the guard rail, clutching his neck. Dragon grabs Franks by the wrist, but Allen slaps the hand away. Dragon quickly backs off and slides under the bottom rope, and comes backk to the outside to interrupt the referee's count. Dragon grabs Franks by the wrist and rolls him under the bottom rope, and follows quickly behind. Dragon points at Franks, and the official drops to check on him. Franks waves the referee away, and the referee signals that the match will continue.

Mark Perletta: Apparently Dragon is concerned about how badly Franks' neck crashed against that guard rail and is giving him a moment to gather himself up!

Joey C: That's a real dumb idea on his part! He could win right now with a good submission hold!

Landon Savage: But at the risk of severely injuring another competitor? I don't think that's in the Tao of Valor Champion's character.

Dragon quickly grabs Franks by the left wrist and rolls Franks over to his other hand and his knees, before placing his knee on Franks' elbow, dropping hard across the back of the elbow! Franks curls his arm into himself, and Dragon pulls Franks up by the wrist quickly before locking in an overhead wristlock and sweeping Franks' legs out from under him! Dragon swings into a cross armbreaker! Franks quickly swings his body to get his left foot on the bottom rope!

Mark Perletta: Dragon is avoiding that neck of the challenger, now.

Landon Savage: And he is going after Alln Frannks' arm now, trying to weaken it up a little I suspect.

Dragon pulls Franks to his feet, and sends a hard chop to Franks' chest! Dragon sends Franks off the ropes, but Franks swings through to reverse! Franks leaps up and catches Dragon on the rebound with a leaping leg lariat to the chest! Dragon hits the canvas, and Franks is up quickly, as is Dragon. Franks catches Dragon from behind with a Russian leg sweep and floats over into a cover!

1...

2...

Dragon barely kicks out! Franks gets to his feet, holding his neck still! Dragon slowly gets to his feet, and Franks stalks him.

Landon Savage: Franks could be looking to drop the Strong Style Dragon right here and now!

Joey C: And then we'll finally get rid of the undeserving champion!

Franks boots Dragon in the abdomen and whips him! Dragon ducks under the arm and swings through for a reversal but plants his knee in Franks' abdomen! Dragon shoves Franks' left wrist through his legs and grasps it with his own left hand. Dragon quickly hooks Franks' right arm over his neck, and drapes his own right arm over Franks' neck, snapping up with a pumphandle into a brainbuster! Dragon swings through into a cover!

Joey C: What the hell?!

1...

2...

3...!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... The Strong... Style... Drrrrrrragon!!

The bell signals, as "Side of a Bullet" by Nickelback starts to play. Dragon looks down at Franks, cocking his head to the side as if to show concern. The referee raises Dragon's hand, and backs him away from the downed challenger!

Mark Perletta: That injured neck played a big part in the Strong Style Dragon's victory, even after he avoided it after that wicked suicide dive earlier!

The referee moves to get the Tao of Valor Championship to present it to the Strong Style Dragon, but Allen Franks scramble to his feet and asks the referee for it. Franks looks at the belt in his hands as Dragon stares at Franks. Franks approaches Dragon and slowly hands the belt over to the champion. Dragon takes the belt and then reaches his free hand out to offer a handshake to Franks. Allen Franks doesn't hesitate a bit as he extends his own, to shake hands with the Strong Style Dragon.

Landon Savage: And in a show of respect, Allen Franks and the Strong Style Dragon end up shaking hands in the center of the ring!

Joey C: I had high hopes for Allen Franks tonight, but I was let down again! This makes me sick!

Backstage we see Andrew Kelley walking through the halls of the arena, passing by locker room doors. He has a microphone in hand and is facing the cameraman, walking backwards slowly. He appears to be a bit nervous, but also excited.

Andrew Kelley: In tonight's main event match we're getting quite a treat as two of LEGACY's top contenders square off in a match that most people have been anticipating since it looked like we were going to see it as the finals of the inaugural Hawkins Memorial Tournament. Stephen Rawlings advanced to compete in that match, however, Jake Dominion was screwed out of a win in his semi-final match due to the efforts by the Diabolik. At CALL TO ARMS just a couple weeks ago, both Stephen Rawlings and Jake Dominion were in title matches, and some would say that both men got screwed out of leaving the arena with gold.

As he approaches the door he's been looking for, Andrew slows his pace, stepping just to the outside of the closed door. On it, a name plate reads "Stephen Rawlings".

Andrew Kelley: No one has heard from Stephen Rawlings since he left Miami after the pay per view event except when he was notified of tonight's booking. I'm hoping to be the first to get his public reaction to what happened after his match with Marcus Marion was over. With the main event coming up next, he should be headed to the ring any time now, and my sources tell me that he hasn't left the locker room since he showed up a couple hours before the show began this evening.

Suddenly the door opens and Stephen Rawlings walks into the hall, wearing his typical garb: his black wrestling pant tights, his signature tshirt, and white tape around his wrists. The look on his face is intense and focused. He doesn't appear angry at the fact that Andrew Kelley is standing there, but he doesn't appear to be happy in the slightest.

Andrew Kelley: Stephen, I was hoping we could get your thoughts on what happened at CALL TO ARMS.

Stephen Rawlings: Since day one of every title reign I’ve ever had, I have always said I was gonna be a fighting champion, and I never say anything unless I mean it. I don't regret it, and I don't have any excuses. I lost... and that’s the price a fighting champion pays once in a while.

Andrew Kelley: Well where do you go from here?

Stephen responds in a "matter of fact" tone.

Stephen Rawlings: I'm gonna get my belt back.

Without another word, Stephen Rawlings heads off down the hallway, headed towards the gorilla position and the main event match of the night.

.Landon Savage: For anyone who says that the LEGACY front office doesn’t give the people what they want, for anyone who says that STRIFE main events aren’t ever “big money” matches, tonight’s main event should serve to shut your mouths.

Mark Perletta: This match is something that people were anticipating heading into Brick by Brick, thinking that Stephen Rawlings and Jake Dominion were both going to advance to the finals of the inaugural Hawkins Memorial Tournament.

Joey C: And THANK GOD that Gryffin Anselm and the Diabolik wouldn’t let that happen and decided to enlist the help of John Thomas to make sure Jake Dominion didn’t get to the finals.

Mark Perletta: Wait, so are you saying you don’t think John Thomas is a member of the Diabolik? Because right now, I’m not even sure who is in the Diabolik. After Crash joined, I feel like almost anybody could be a part of it.

Landon Savage: There’s a big difference between friends and family. Gryffin Anselm. James Win. Hendrickson Tyler. Crash. Big Lou. THAT is a family. John Thomas? Loco Martinez? Those might be friends of the Diabolik, they might work together now and again, but they’re sure as hell not family, and I’m surprised you couldn’t see that, Marky.

Mark Perletta: I guess I do kinda see what you’re talking about… either way, tonight we get the match that could have been the finals of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament… a match that could, some day, be the main event of a pay per view with the LEGACY World Title on the line.

Joey C: Rawlings caught lightning in a bottle once, and he should feel proud of his accomplishment. He had himself a nice little World Title reign, but there’s no way that Rawlings is going to be able to regain that strap. If these two meet in the main event of a pay per view, it’s going to be because Jake Dominion got lucky and caught the World Champ on an “off” day, and Dominion felt bad for Rawlings and decided to give him a shot he doesn’t deserve!

Mark Perletta: Joey, I think it’s quite possible that you’re the only one in the world who believes what you just said. It is my belief, just as I’m sure many other people believe this as well, Jake Dominion and Stephen Rawlings are two of the more talented members of our roster, which makes tonight’s main event that much more important.

Landon Savage: They both certainly treated the match with the importance it deserves right from the opening bell, and these fans were in for a treat. Enough talk, though, let’s get down to the actual match at hand.

Start : Footage from the Match

As the momentum continues to remain in Jake Dominion’s favor, Stephen Rawlings takes a boot to the mid-section. With Rawlings doubled over, Jake sees an opportunity to capitalize and dish out the punishment. Running to the ropes, Rawlings follows through, and as Jake’s back hits the ropes, Rawlings meets him with a knee to the mid-section. Jake doubling over now, and Rawlings sets him up for a suplex. Lifting, Rawlings snaps backwards, slamming Jake hard onto his back.

Landon Savage: Nice snap suplex there by Rawlings.

Mark Perletta: Rawlings has been surprising Jake Dominion in this match with some very technically profound maneuvers. I get the feeling Jake walking into this thing all pissed off, and forgetting he was dealing with a former LEGACY World Champion in Stephen Rawlings.

Joey C: I wouldn’t be surprised.

Rawlings brings Dominion to his feet, and nails him with a few hard fists to the head. Reeling back, it is Rawlings this time who takes the initiative to run into the ropes with a head full of steam. On the rebound, however, Jake was ready with a lunging clothesline. Rawlings sees it, ducks, and now both men are running into the ropes. On the rebound, Jake goes for another clothesline, but Rawlings drops back to the mat back first, and lets Jake’s own momentum carry himself over Rawlings, allowing Rawlings to hook the leg, and glide over onto his feet with a single-leg crab expertly applied!

Mark Perletta: Amazing maneuver there by Rawlings!

Joey C: He could have him here!

With Rawlings unstable and still trying to find solid footing for the leg lock, Dominion manages to pull himself towards the ropes, breaking up the hold. Rawlings lets go of the move, and Dominion tries to get to his feet. Rawlings with a waist lock, he tries pulling Dominion back towards the center of the ring, but Dominion blocks it by holding onto the top rope. Before Rawlings can try for another heave, Dominion counters with a go behind reversal. Stepping back to the center of the ring, Dominion changes positions and hooks Rawlings up for a high elevated back suplex. Falling to the side for added impact, Rawlings hits the mat hard.

Dominion doesn’t waste any time and hooks a leg...

One!

Two!!

Rawlings gets a shoulder up!

Landon Savage: He looked like he twinged that neck on the landing.

Mark Perletta: Indeed he might’ve.

Joey C: Very impactful move there by Dominion.

Wasting no time in bringing the offense, Dominion brings Rawlings to his feet and nails a couple shots to the head. Reeling back, Rawlings has enough distance between himself and Dominion to jump up and nail a standing dropkick. Jake goes down, and Rawlings takes a moment to gather himself back together. Dominion up again, and Rawlings sends him back down with another standing dropkick. With the fans getting pumped at the back and forth action between both competitors, Rawlings is ready and raring to go. In a stance to deliver another one, Dominion gets to his feet, and sidesteps the third dropkick attempt!

Mark Perletta: Oh, Jake was ready for that one.

Landon Savage: Veteran of the game here, guys.

Joey C: Or you know, just lucky.

Mark Perletta: If there’s one thing Jake hasn’t had recently, it’s luck. Between Wolfson going down, and then Crash turning on him, Jake’s had a real mess to deal with lately.

Joey C: Well, Wolfson’s not a very reliable guy, and Crash is better than some tag division. I think the blame is going on the wrong guy, Marky.

This time waiting for Rawlings to get to his feet, Dominion lunges forward and wraps his arms around him. Heaving him backwards, Dominion connects with an overhead release belly to belly suplex! Feeling the energy from the buzzing crowd, Dominion yells in a rage at the top of his lungs with his hands in balled up fists.

Dominion walks over to the turnbuckle, climbs it, points at the camera, and yells:

Jake Dominion: “This one’s for YOU, Crash.”

Leaping forward, Dominion connects with a guillotine leg drop!

Mark Perletta: Whoa! Shades of his tag team with X-Calibur back in the Instant Heat days... and Rawlings appears to be out!

Joey C: This one looks like it’s over.

Landon Savage: That was some elevation Jake got there. Especially for as guy who doesn’t go to the top rope all too often.

Hooking both legs and digging deep into the mat, Dominion hooks both legs of the former LEGACY World Champion... with the crowd counting along.

One!!

Two!!!

THR- Rawlings kicks out!!!

Mark Perletta: That was one of the CLOSEST counts I’ve ever seen... wow.

Joey C: I thought this one was over... but the former champeeen will not stay down for the count!

Amazed that Rawlings had enough gusto to kick out of the guillotine leg drop, Dominion looks at the referee with a pleading look, and then back at his opposition. Lifting Rawlings half-way off the mat, he is suddenly taken by surprise when Rawlings sneaks in a small package!

Mark Perletta: Out of nowhere!

One!!

Joey C: It’s over!!

Two!!

Landon Savage: Three!!!

Dominion kicks out!

Landon Savage: No!!! The match continues!!!

Mark Perletta: Another close count. This match is certainly making up for the fact that it didn’t happen at Brick by Brick.

Rawlings and Dominion are both on their feet now, with Rawlings pushing himself to beat Jake to his feet. Dominion in a state of bewilderment from the surprise small package, and Rawlings nails a jumping calf kick that knocks Dominion back into the ropes. Staggering forward, Rawlings hops up onto the second rope, springboards off in a twisting motion, and connects with a springboard bulldog! Dominion immediately rolled over, Rawlings sits on Dominion’s chest,m hooking a leg like Michinoku...

One!!!

Two!!!

Joey C: It’ over!!

NO!! Dominion kicks out!!

Joey C: How is this match ever going to end when neither man wants to call it quits?!

Mark Perletta: Both men are showing some intestinal fortitude here in a great match. This is what LEGACY wrestling is all about.

Rawlings calls out to the crowd, giving the sign for his patented finishing maneuver. The crowd responds excitedly- half-booing and wanting to see Dominion nail his- and Rawlings rises Dominion up to his feet. Lifting Dominion into a death valley driver position, Rawlings lifts Dominion up just a bit giving himself enough room to drive him down. But before he can, Dominion slips out. Rawlings turns around, and is met with a boot to the mid-section. Dominion hooking Rawlings up for a fisherman’s suplex, but Rawlings turns it around into ANOTHER small package!

One!!

Two!!

No! Dominion kicks out again!!

Joey C: LOCO! THERE’S LOCO!

Mark Perletta: Oh no...

Landon Savage: There’s the champ... and hey, where’s his title? He forget it backstage or something?

All of a sudden, the fans who were completely in tune to the match quickly became heated at the mere sight of the LEGACY World Champion, who saunters slowly down the aisle way. With a cocky smirk on his face, Loco points up at Stephen Rawlings and simply waves to him. This is enough to cause Rawlings to slide out of the ring and stalk after him.

Mark Perletta: Oh Loco, I’m not sure why you decided to come out here but it obviously wasn’t a good idea.

The referee begins administering the count on Stephen Rawlings, as he slowly heads away from the ring, after Loco.

At the count of five, Loco puts his thumbs to his ears and waves his fingers all the while sticking out his tongue like a child would do. Rawlings continues to stalk Loco, while Dominion’s not sure what to make of the situation.

Landon Savage: Rawlings is gonna get counted out here. Ref’s at eight.

Mark Perletta: Damn that Loco. After such a good showing between these guys, too. What a shame...

Joey C: Shut it, Marky. Loco obv-

Before Joey can even finish his sentence, there is an audible clamor, as if the head set was just knocked off of Joey C. Then, the fans go completely wild with excitement at the sight of John Thomas stepping out of the crowd, over the steel guardrail and standing on top of the announcer’s table. At this point, the referee calls for the bell officially counting Stephen Rawlings out of the match.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by count out... Jake... Dominion!!

Mark Perletta: What the hell?!

Landon Savage: Thomas?!

Mark Perletta: You okay Joey?!

Jake is still somewhat recovering in the ring as John Thomas hops down from the announcer’s table, spilling drinks and knocking over audio equipment in the process. Sprinting over to where Rawlings is walking up the ramp, John Thomas bolts up the aisle way and LUNGES at the back of Rawlings’ head with a forearm shot, and Rawlings goes down flat on his face. Loco triumphantly raises his hands in the air, and helps John Thomas get to his feet again. Thomas grabs Rawlings by the hair, and literally drags him to his feet. With Rawlings on spaghetti legs, Thomas holds him up by his two arms. Loco measures up Rawlings, and then CONNECTS with LOCapitator!

Mark Perletta: Damn it, Rawlings is OUT!

Joey C: Tricked again by Loco Martinez and John Thomas!

Landon Savage: If he's going to get that belt back and keep it, Stephen Rawlings is going to have to wisen up, because at this point, Loco and John seem to have his number, and they're playing him like a fiddle!

The show ends with a shot of John Thomas and Loco Martinez standing above the fallen Stephen Rawlings, grins on their faces, their arms raised in victory.