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.

Mark Perletta: Back at Call to Arms we saw an encounter that made it obvious that tonight’s opening contest was bound to happen. Walking around backstage, Diego de Cardenas took a moment to make fun of Cronos Diamante for not having a match on the card.

Landon Savage: It wasn’t just that. Diego was also pointing out that Cronos couldn’t even win his match at the pay per view pre-show, and that match included Chaos AND Gigantus Awesomo, not exactly the height of talent on the roster!

Mark Perletta: Take nothing away from Gigantus Awesomo or Tim Jones, a loss to them in a four-way match is nothing for Cronos to be ashamed of. But after Call to Arms there wasn’t much Diego de Cardenas could say, not after losing the No Limits Title to Issac Entragian.

Joey C: Well that’s when Cronos made the mistake of making fun of Diego for what many people consider to be a fluke loss to that circus freak Issac.

Landon Savage: And not only did Cronos make fun of Diego for the loss, he claimed that Diego could only have success under No Limits rules, saying that Diego wasn’t a very good wrestler.

Mark Perletta: Obviously not happy about having his talent doubted, Diego got tonight’s match set up, and it was a spectacular contest.

Joey C: I knew it would be, because Diego is talented, anyone who has followed his career at all could tell you that. He’s done things in LEGACY to prove that, you don’t even need to go back to what he’s done in Mexico or in Europe or Japan.

Landon Savage: You can’t, with any hope to be considered serious, deny that Diego de Cardenas is a versatile competitor. I have no doubt in my mind that he doesn’t need to compete under “No Limits” rules.

Mark Perletta: Knowing the history of Cronos Diamante and how he conducts himself, I’m more inclined to believe that this was a way to goad Diego de Cardenas into a match. I don’t think Cronos actually believes that Diego can only have success in hardcore style matches, though getting a match signed with him under regular rules certainly does benefit Cronos, since Diego has competed exclusively in No Limits matches for the past six months.

Joey C: Without a doubt, Cronos Diamante would’ve been at a disadvantage if this match were under No Limits rules.

Mark Perletta: I’d hesitate to make a statement like that, but tonight’s match won’t speak for or against that argument, so we’re left to only speculate about that.

Start : Footage from the Match

As Diego rebounds off the ropes with a head of steam, Cronos stands, dazed, near the opposite ropes. Just as Diego is about to reach Diamante, however, Cronos shakes the cobwebs and steps forward, hooking Cardenas by the elbow and sending him flying over the top rope with a hiptoss. As he flips over, Diego tries to grab hold of the top rope to keep himself from falling to the ground, and although he does get one foot on the apron, his hand is unable to grasp the rope and he falls down to the arena floor, though not as hard as he might’ve had he not had one foot on the apron. Slowly, Diego de Cardenas pulls himself back onto the apron. Cronos moves in, trying to pull Diego back into the ring. Diego grabs Cronos by his head, than steps off the apron, pulling Cronos down on the top rope, throat first, briefly stunning The Cerebral Warrior.

Landon Savage: Nice counter by Diego but can your boy keep this up, Joe?

Joey C: Don't worry about him Landon, he can hang with Cronos.

Diego hops back up on the apron. He reaches over the top rope and grabs Cronos by his head once more. He walks Cronos to the turnbuckle, attempting to slam Cronos' headed into the buckle but Cronos knew it was coming. Instead he blocks it and slams Diego's head instead!

Mark Perletta: The crowd is really riled up with that counter by Cronos. He's headed out on the apron now!

Cronos easily shifts Diego's head between his legs and locks the smaller wrestler into a waistlock, attempting some sort of power bomb variation.

Joey C: I don't like this...

Cronos tries to lift up Diego but Diego is strong enough to block it. Cronos tries once more, the same result.

Landon Savage: I don't think Diego's going up in the air, Joe.

Joey C: Diego's too smart.

Mark Perletta: He's fighting for his life here. He knows Cronos will surely use the Countdown to Extinction across the guardrail like he's done in the past!

Cronos tries once more to lift Diego, getting the same result. Instead of getting frustrated and trying something different, Cronos nails Diego with a few clubbing blows to the back. Diego falls to a knee but is quickly hoisted up into the air. Cronos throws Diego into the air with full force. Diego reacts in time and counters the move with a Frankensteiner off the apron to the floor!

Crowd: LEG-A-CY! LEG-A-CY!

Mark Perletta: I can't... I can't say that I've ever seen that happen before! That was an incredible fall for both men!

Landon Savage: I'm speechless. Just speechless.

Both men remain on the floor for a bit. Diego gets up first and gets his bearings together. He rolls Cronos back into the ring, following as quickly as possible. Hooking the leg, Diego pins his opponent as soon as he can and places a foot on the middle rope.

1..

2..

Cronos kicks out.

Mark Perletta: Diego has wrestled this whole matchwithout resorting to much cheating at all, than he pulls this crap.

Joey C: Why don't you just worry about calling the action. We've got a referee in the ring and he's doing a good job.

Mark Perletta: I'm calling the action but I'm pointing it out that Diego is resorting to low hand tactics now and not wrestling as much as he was earlier. Can't he win in matches that don't have no limits rules?

Joey C: Your seeing it. Just watch.

Diego moves in quick and grabs Cronos by the arm. He steps over Cronos' shoulder and uses a spinning armbar. He rolls over, cradling Cronos up, pinning his shoulders with a La Magistral Cradle!

Landon Savage: Hmmphh.. Inventive but a lucha move.

Mark Perletta: Thats right. A move invented in Mexico by their wrestlers and taken around the world!

Diego only gets a one count. He makes it up to his feet again and attempts some other sort of hold but Cronos sweeps his feet. Cronos gets to his feet, quickly followed by Diego. Diego locks Cronos in a waistlock. Cronos uses a standing switch and now has the waistlock. Cronos attempts to lift Diego in hopes of a German suplex but Diego gets his feet behind Diamante's legs and attempts a prawn hold forward roll into a pin. Cronos blocks that. He uses Diego's momentum against him and slams Diego face first into the mat!

Mark Perletta: That hurt! Diego tried going counter for counter with Cronos and ended up looking like a pancake.

Joey C: Shutup Marky! Call the match right!

Cronos pulls Diego de Cardenas to his feet in the waistlock and attempts a release German suplex, unable to remain on his feet as he throws his opponent backwards. Diego back flips out and lands on his feet. As Cronos starts to get back up, Diego takes Cronos down a running knee to the side of the head. The shining wizard.

Getting to his feet, Diego steps in and grabs Cronos by the head and tries to lift him up to his feet. As Diamante gets off the mat, he slams a forearm shot to the gut, then gets up to his feet and drives a knee into Diego’s gut, doubling him over. As Cronos gets up off the mat, he spins Diego around and lifts him up over his shoulder and pulls down hard with a Canadian backbreaker, Diego yelling out in pain. Not wanting to stay in the painful move any longer than he has to, Cardenas reaches around and gouges Cronos in the eyes. Diamante swings Diego foreward, throwing him towards the mat. After another quick knee to the gut, Cronos grabs Diego, pulls him in, then lifts him up above his head, looking to go for a powerbomb…

Mark Perletta: Diego fighting back, sending right hands into Cronos’ forehead…

Landon Savage: Cronos is spinning around a bit… Diego swings backwards into a hurricanrana!!

Joey C: He pulls it off! Diego with the pinning combination!

Mark Perletta: The referee starts the count… and Diego grabs the middle rope for leverage!!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

Hannah Perez walks over and is handed the microphone by Josephina Colbert, who knew Hannah was going to want to make the announcement.

Hannah Perez: The winner of this match and arguably the better wrestler... Diego... de Cardenas!!!

Mark Perletta: The better wrestler, huh? Two weeks ago there was a little argument about that between these two men, but I don't think we can say definitively who the better wrestler is, not with the way this match ended.

Joey C: And why's that? Just because Diego might have not played completely within the rules? That doesn't really mean anything. What Diego did to win this match, it was just finding a way to make things happen. It wasn't like he did things you'd expect to see in a No Limits match.

Landon Savage: You can bet that Cronos isn't going to be satisfied with how things played out in this match, so we're bound to see them go at it at least one more time.

Mark Perletta: I think that's a distinct possibility.

Scene cuts to the outside parking lot where a luxurious all white stretch limousine pulls up in front of the arena doors. The chauffeur, a little bald guy who looks to be a bit overweight, gets out and walks towards the back of the limo.

Mark Perletta: Look at that limo, I wonder who’s inside.

Landon Savage: This should be interesting. It’s either someone who’s talented and deserves to be driving in a limo, or just someone with a huge ego who thinks he deserves to be in a limo. To me, riding in limos isn’t just about having the money to afford a chauffer, it’s about deserving it.

When the chauffeur opens the door, out steps the mammoth of the man known as the “Big Mean Bastard” Matt Towers, Legacy’s true one and only monster. He’s wearing an all black Armani suit, dark shades cover his eyes and his hair is pulled back neatly into a ponytail. He looks over at the camera with his big ‘trademark’ smirk across his face.

Joey C: Yeah, I’d say Matt Towers fits your criteria for who might be showing up in a limosine.

Mark Perletta: Towers is undefeated in LEGACY so far when he’s in a regular, single pinfall match.

Landon Savage: And it looks like he’s now bringing Mr. Togo along with him in these limousine rides, and this guy is going to be a big part of why Towers is going to stay undefeated here in LEGACY.

Mr. Togo, his former mentor and new manager steps out of the back of the limo seconds after. And as always, is adorned in a black tuxedo, complete with a black derby hat and a walking cane, the somewhat partly Asian man stands next to Matt Towers. They both wait as Shaun Sullivan steps out of the limo dressed in what looks to be the same suit Mr. Towers is wearing. The three men walk towards the arena doors, as one can only wonder why they are here, and what they are up to tonight.

Mark Perletta: Well Matt Towers isn’t booked to fight here tonight, and you have to wonder what he and his crew are up to tonight.

Joey C: He’s probably attending to some business. When Matt Towers steps into the ring, he’s a one man wrecking crew, which he has proved on more than one occasion. He doesn’t need to have a match on every show to prove that. I’m sure he just wants to discuss who his next opponent is going to be.

Landon Savage: Heaven help whoever that’s going to be.

Mark Perletta: Two weeks ago the ball got set in motion for this match to take place during a backstage encounter between these two individuals when Mirage confronted Crazy Boy.

Joey C: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, “confronted” is too strong of a word. Mirage was talking to Crazy Boy, trying to get to know more people on the roster, and Crazy Boy over reacted, that’s all.

Landon Savage: Crazy Boy had just lost to Justin Moreno, the man whom Mirage defeated at Call to Arms, and so Crazy Boy probably took Mirage’s remarks to be disparaging.

Mark Perletta: I’m sure a lot of people felt that way. Marcus wasn’t exactly being encouraging, it was almost as if he was trying to get Crazy Boy all stirred up, and that’s exactly what happened.

Joey C: The front office knows how these things grow and escalade into something bigger than what they should be, and so our next match of the evening has Mirage taking on Crazy Boy, hoping to let Mirage pummel Crazy Boy and teach him not to speak to veterans like he did…

Mark Perletta: That’s not what happened, not even close. Let’s take a look at what some consider to be the unexpected standout match of the night.

Start : Footage from the Match

Landon Savage: This is and was the issue with Mirage throughout his career, Joey. Take it from me, whos followed his career, he's a tale of two men -- the one that cares, and the one that doesn't.

Mark Perletta: Judging by the action thus far, this isn't the one that cares...because thus far, Crazy Boy seems to be the one with the upper hand.

Slow to get up, Mirage continues to wear down as the match proceeds while Crazy Boy keeps the action fast and furious. Crazy Boy nails Mirage with a closeline that sends him over the top rope to the floor below, watching as Mirage gets up to one knee, Crazy Boy runs into the opposite ropes and nails Mirage with a baseball slide dropkick under the bottom rope.

Mark Perletta: What's wrong, Joey?! Nothing to say?

Landon Savage: Mirage needs to slow this match down in a hurry, it's almost as if Crazy Boy actuall scouted out Mirage...before his match with Moreno, Mirage's own trainer reminded him that the younger faster guys would keep him off balance like this if he didn't ground the match...

Following up his baseball slide dropkick, Crazy Boy grabs Mirage by the hair and lifts him to his feet. Taking Mirage by the arm, Crazy Boy sends him into the steel staircase with such impact it knocks the steps loose from the corner.

Mark Perletta: My God! Crazy Boy seems posessed tonight...he's chopping the former champions legs out from under him.

Joey C: Marky, please...Mirage is just sizing him up right now, waiting for the right moment...

Tossing Mirage back into the ring, Crazy Boy leaps up onto the apron, grabbing the top rope, he slingshots himself over the rop and hits Mirage with a flipping senton. Immediatly back up to his feet, Crazy Boy grabs Mirage and sends him into the turnbuckles. As Mirage staggers backwards, Crazy Boy sizes him up and waits...the second Mirage turns, Crazy Boy kicks him in the midsection and grabs him in a headlock setting up a DDT. Mirage shoves Crazy Boy off of him and Crazy Boy uses the momentum to charge the ropes, bouncing back, he leaps...Mirage catches him in a bearhug for a spinebuster but Crazy Boy spins sideways and grabs Mirage around the neck nailing a spinning DDT! The crowd roars!

Mark Perletta: What a move! Mirage thought he had him in that spinebuster and Crazy Boy used the momentum against his opponent to turn it into a DDT! That was quick thinking! Where has this Crazy Boy been?!

Landon Savage: Or it was damn lucky...and for that mattere, where's Mirage?!

Joey C: What the hell is going on here, Marky?! Are we really seeing this?!

Down and out in the ring, Mirage begins to stir as Crazy Boy immediatly smothers him, not allowing the veteran to catch his breath. Once again grabbing Mirage by the hair forcing him to his feet, Crazy Boy shoves Mirage backwards, Mirage comes with a right, Crazy Boy blocks it and grabs his arm, turning it from an arm bar into an irish whip into the turnbuckles. Crazy Boy is relentless, charging behind Mirage and following up the turnbuckle smash with a running knee to the midsection. Looking out toward the crowd, Crazy Boy slams his hand on the top turnbuckle bringing them to their feet. Hoisting Mirage up to the top turnbuckle, Crazy Boy follows it up with a huge right to keep his opponent dazed.

Mark Perletta: High risk move incoming!

Jumping onto the second turnbuckle and then climbing to the top turnbuckle Crazy Boy sets his position...

Landon Savage: He's trying to end it with a Frankenstiener!

Leaping up, wrapping his legs around Mirage's neck, he goes for the Frankenstiner but Mirage grabs his legs and somehow finds balance...grabbing Crazy Boy by the arms, Mirage uses all his strength to hoist Crazy Boy back up into a powerbomb position!

Joey C: THERE IT IS!

Wrenching left and right, Crazy Boy refuses to give in and with their balance faltering, both comptitors spill over the top. Crazy Boy hits the ring apron and falls to the outside as Mirage falls back, awkwardly bouncing off the ropes on his way down landing with a thud near the steel steps that were wrenched loose from before.

Mark Perletta: That was a move gone horribly wrong...both are down and out!

The referee looks down at both men and begins the countout holding one finger on each hand up in the air as he counts, 'One'!

Grabbing the ring apron, Crazy Boy slowly pulls himself to his feet.

*Two*

Holding the back of his head, which hit the ring apron during the spill, Crazy Boy shakes his head and slams his hands against the ring apron.

*Three*

Mark Perletta: Mirage hasn't moved a muscle...

Landon Savage: I think he might be seriously injured here.

*Four*

Holding the back of his head as he looks up at the referee, Crazy Boy still seems dazed and confused.

Mark Perletta: Crazy Boy's got this one...all he has to do is get back into the ring!

*Five*

Looking back and fourth as if trying to make up his mind Crazy Boy grabs the bottom rope.

Mark Perletta: Good decision Tyrone...GET BACK IN THAT RING!

Turning around toward the crowd behind him, the fans that surround Mirage's usual seats are screaming at Crazy Boy, taunting him.

Mark Perletta: No...Tyrone...NO! DON'T LISTEN TO THEM, GET BACK IN THE RING!

Joey C: Shut up, Marky...only a coward would get back in the ring.

In the ring, the referee holds up five fingers and a thumb and the crowd chants "Six!"

Landon Savage: Those fans of Mirage said something because they definatly got Crazy Boy's attention there...

Flipping off the fans cheering on Mirage, Crazy Boy nods his head as he backs off from them, his mind made up, he goes back after Mirage. The crowd cheers the decision!

*Seven*

Joey C: He's making the mistake of a lifetime here, Marky.

The entire crowd chants "Eight!"

Mark Perletta: Come on, Tyrone, be smarter than that!

Looking down at Mirage and back into the ring, Crazy Boy suddenly rolls beneath the bottom rope!

Mark Perletta: There ya go!

...and then Crazy Boy rolls back out of the ring, resetting the count!

Laughing about nothing in particular, Crazy Boy reaches down and grabs Mirage by the hair forcing him to his feet...

Mark Perletta: Holy God!

Backing off a few steps as Mirage begins to stir, Crazy Boy lets go noticing nearly half of Mirage's body is covered in blood.

Mark Perletta: Mirage must have seriously injured himself during that fall because he's bleeding bad!

Landon Savage: The replay shows when they fell off the top turnbuckle, Mirage hit the back of his head on the corner of the steel steps that were moved earlier in the match!

Joey C: Another lucky break for Crazy Boy!

A smile comes to Crazy Boys face as Mirage pushes himself to his feet, motioning for Crazy Boy to keep bringing it.

Landon Savage: My god, what a competitor...

Taking a step forward, Crazy Boy kicks Mirage in the midsection and rolls him back into the ring. Nearly defenseless, Mirage pushes himself to his knees, his arms shaking under the pressure of using anything and everything to get himself back to his feet. Beneath the lights, the blood covering parts of his face and covering his shoulder and half of his body shimmers. The crowd can't believe he's still standing and some of the female fans have their hands cupped over their mouths in disbelief. Once again, Mirage motions for Crazy Boy to bring it...barely able to keep his hands in the air. Mirage hits Crazy Boy with a right, but with nothing behind it Crazy Boy easily blocks and goes in for the kill.

Mark Perletta: This could be it!

Hoisting Mirage into the Spinning Falcon Arrow, Crazy Boy nails it much to the delight of the crowd.

Mark Perletta: He's got it! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Just then, one of the fans sitting ringside jumps the guardrail and charges the ring. Crazy Boy stomps the guy before he gets beneath the bottom rope as security guards charge to ringside, wrestling the fan to the ground. Walking back Crazy Boy makes the cover.

The entire crowd counts with the referee...

"One!"

"Two!"

"THREE!!!"

The bell rings and the arena goes bezerk as Crazy Boy, on his knees looking up at the lights, basks in the unusual glory. Approaching Crazy Boy the referee raises his hand, and not quite sure what to do with it...hands Crazy Boy the World Title Mirage carries around with him.

Looking at the title draped across his forearms, Crazy Boy hoists it over his head causing the crowd to roar.

Joey C: I...I just can't believe this...

Mark Perletta: Joey, you can never count a guy...wait a second!! More of those damn Mirage fans have jumped the guardrail! This place is going insane! Someone get security down here!

Landon Savage: We witnessed history tonight...this is absolute insanity around here!

Joey C: Wait a second! WAIT JUST A DAMN SECOND!

Throwing his headset down, Joey approaches ringside pointing up at the referee. Walking around the outside of the ring, avoiding the civil unrest caused by a few drunken fans, Joey points in the ring at the fallen Mirage yelling something up at the refree.

Joey C: "His leg is beneath the bottom rope! Open yer eyes!"

Waving his hands, the referee walks back toward Crazy Boy and yanks the title away from him...

Mark Perletta: What the hell is Joey doing out there...

Confused, Crazy Boy looks at the referee and sees Mirage beneath the ropes. Pointing to the center of the ring, Crazy Boy begins to protest as he counts 1, 2, 3, to the referee.

Landon Savage: They're gonna restart this match, Mark!

Mark Perletta: This is BS, Landon, and you know it! And this crowd knows it, too...just listen to them booing, as damn sure they should be!

Pointing toward Mirage, the referee shakes his head and calls for the bell. The bell rings restarting the match while the ringside commotion is still being taken care of. Joey takes his spot at the announcers table once again as Crazy Boy protests and Mirage begins to stir.

Joey C: Glad that got cleared up...what a cheap loss that could have been.

Mark Perletta: Legacy is gonna have to do something...what the hell is with these fans that are following Mirage around interfearing in matches?!

Joey C: Get over it Mark, if it wasn't for the accident earlier in the match, Mirage would have won anyway.

Giving up with his protest, Crazy Boy turns and grabs Mirage by the hair ready to finish this once again. Crazy Boy suddenly doubles over falling on top of Mirage, who remains on one knee leanding against the ropes. The referee begins the five count as both competitors are tied up in the ropes. Smacking his hand against the ring apron, Mirage flings something into the crowd and the air sparkles beneath the lights...

Mark Perletta: What the hell was that?!

Joey C: What the hell was what?!

Grabbing Crazy Boy by the hair, Mirage shoves him through the ropes to the outside. Holding his hands up in confusion Mirage points to the outside of the ring.

The referee begins the ten count.

*One*

Mark Perletta: Wait a second...what the hell happened?!

*Two*

*Three*

Landon Savage: Did they bump heads or what?!

*Four*

Mark Perletta: What the hell? Look at this!

Reaching down to the floor picking something up, Mark Perletta holds up a shiny, sparkling... quarter...

*Five*

Mark Perletta: Mirage used quarters! Look... they're all over the floor near the front row!

*Six*

Joey C: That's rediculous...some fan must have dropped them...

*Seven*

Landon Savage: Ya gotta love it, Mark...that's a true veteran who knows the game.

*Eight*

Mirage shoves himself back to his feet and raises his arms in victory, the fans in attendance immeiatly begin to chant "YOU SUCK".

*Nine*

Walking to the corner, Mirage grabs his World Title and tosses it over his shoulder...

*TEN!*

The referee motions for the bell...and goes to raise Mirage's arm, but Mirage rips it away and shoves the referee.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by COUNT OUT... Marcus... MiRRRRAGE!

Mark Perletta: You have GOT to be kidding me...look at this...

Pointing at the monitor, Mark shows a small snippit replay of the commotion with the ringside fans.

Mark Perletta: One of those fans reached in and dragged Mirage beneath the bottom rope! Crazy Boy had it!

Joey C: Too bad wrestling doesn't work on the replay, Marky...suck it up, Mirage won and Crazy Boy was almost had the night of his life, but as Jesse the Body used to say, almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades.

Landon Savage: The same guy must have handed him a roll of quarters during the scuffle...Mirage used them, shattered the roll against the ring apron and tossed it into the crowd, erasing the evidence! Talk about an ace up your sleeve we've never seen used before, gentlemen...Mirage is a ring general to the highest degree.

Mark Perletta: Well I don't like it one bit...it robbed Crazy Boy of what would have been a career making victory...

Joey C: Maybe next time Crazy Boy should realize who he's stepping into the ring with, how about that, Marky?! I gotta say exceptional win by Mirage...and what a way to bring the fans closer to the action! Simply amazing!

Landon Savage: And don't expect that splinter contingent of fans to shrink, either.

The camera switches to the back where Gigantus Awesomo and his manager Orlando are quickly moving through the halls in the back. Eventually Gigantus tackles someone in a corner, and the two men surround him. The man is Reverend Ezekial Caine.

Orlando: About time we found your god-fearing ass!

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Well, well, well... it appears as if you and your simpleton have found me. Whatever could you have planned for me?

Gigantus grabs the Reverend by the collar and lifts him a couple feet off the ground.

Orlando: Who is he!

Reverend Ezekiel Caine gives an evil smirk before beginning to speak.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: In due time, you shall find out what demon I have lying in hibernation. But until then, I suggest taking your mitts off of me because the reprocussions of your potential actions could be quite dire.

Gignatus slams him into the wall.

Orlando: Stop with all that cryptic bullsh*t and tell us who the hell he is!

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: My, my, my... getting testy, aren't we? Still, I'm afraid I can't reveal that to you because I prefer to watch you insignificant little toads squirm.

Orlando: I dont think you quite understand the situation you are in right now. You can either tell us who he is, or Gigantus here can beat a bloody mess out of you, and we can find out by him coming and saving you!

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Do what you must, but all you'll do is awaken the sleeping leviathan. So do your worst.

Orlando: You are a stubborn fool, old man... Gigantus.... Let him go!

Gigantus turns to Orlando.

Gigantus: You're kidding me right?

Orlando: No...

Gigantus sighs and then drops the Reverend. He then begins to storm away, but Orlando catches up to him.

Orlando: What is wrong with you?

Gigantus: Why the hell can't I make him bleed?

Orlando: We're the good guys remember... We can't go around beating people up anymore. That's the whole reason you have to wear that mask on your face now, remember?

Gigantus: Yes, but if we wanna know who the f**k this duche bags client is... we have to do something... We have to teach him a lesson, prove our point!

Orlando gets an idea.

Orlando: You know? I think you're right! Hurt him. Hurt him so badly that the ONLY reason he's not telling us, is because he can't talk!

Gigantus laughs and walks back to the Reverend.

Gigantus: I hope you prayed today Reverend!

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Injure me, maim me, do whatever you may... but it will be the last mistake you will ever make.

Gigantus: It's well worth it, if it brings out the chicken sh*t whos too afraid to approach me himself!

He then pulls out a chain from his pocket, and wraps it around the good Reverends neck. He then yanks on it, pulling the Reverend to the ground. He then begins to pull him through the halls and out to the arena area. He then pulls the Reverend up into the air by the chain, and carries him down the ramp. he then tosses the Reverend into the ring. Orlando goes and grabs a mic from the ring announcer.

Orlando: Are you watching this, "Monster"? Are you SEEING this with your eyes?

Gigantus climbs to the top rope, and then jumps and lands right on the Reverend. The revernd rolls up in pain.

Orlando: The longer you wait to show yourself, the more pain your friend is gonna feel.

Giagntus rolls out of the ring and grabs the steel steps. He throws them into the ring, and then climbs back in. He grabs the steps and smashes them down onto the head of the Reverend. Blood begins to drip out of the Reverends head.

Orlando: Watch it dude... Not TOO much blood. We can't kill him!

Gigantus sighs again, and then picks the reverend up by the neck. He then choke slams the Reverend onto the steps. The reverend howls in pain,. and cluthes his back. Gigantus then bends down and begins to choke out out the reverend. After a few minutes, the reverend stops flailing, and he begins to lose color. The reverend then goes completely limp as Gigantus lets him go before kicking him in the side to make sure he's unconscious.

Gigantus snatches the mic from Orlando

Gigantus: Monster... WHO EVER THE F**K YOU ARE... LOOK AT HIM! Look at Your Good Reverend friend now. All of this could have been avoided, had you come out here and dealt with me like a man. But no... Now he is nearly dead, and You are next. When you finally get the balls to take me on, to explain why you have such a problem with me, Then you will be lying here JUST like him, only you'll be bloodier, more bruised... And way more dead!

He spikes the mic at the Reverends head and leaps out of the ring. He and Orlando then exit to the back as EMTS come out to help the Reverend.

Mark Perletta: The third match of the night sees John Page get into the ring with the man first identified as one of Dan Stein’s students from his gym, who we now know is named Kevin Oppenheimer.

Landon Savage: A little information about Oppenheimer… although in the past decade he has moved around Europe, he calls London, England his hometown. Recently he moved to the United States to train with Dan Stein, and he quickly became considered one of Stein’s top students.

Joey C: Since Rob Belote was the one who asked Dan Stein to train Oppenheimer, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that Kevin found his way onto the LEGACY roster.

Mark Perletta: And tonight we get our first look at how he might fare against some serious competition. Sure, John Page hasn’t had a match in the United States in a while, he’s still a very strong competitor, and has a similar style to Kevin Oppenheimer, both men learning the old school style in England.

Landon Savage: One thing I think is important is the tale of the tape. Oppenheimer received a lot of training in Europe, but he also got his most recent training from Dan Stein, who, at 6’1 and 215 pounds, wrestles a fast paced style with flashly reversals.

Joey C: Against the 6’1 and 230 pound John Page, Kevin Oppenheimer shouldn’t have much trouble imposing his will once he gets the advantage, being a good 6 inches taller than Page and weighting about 40 pounds heavier than him.

Mark Perletta: Most eyes are following Oppenheimer going into this match, but under any other circumstance, the return of John Page would be getting serious notice.

Landon Savage: You’re right, Perletta. The return of John Page to this organization is getting over shadowed by Dan Stein’s protégé getting his shot, and after checking out more footage on what John Page is able to do in the ring, I was going into this match looking forward to seeing the veteran hit that rookie square in the mouth.

Joey C: I’m very excited to see Page return, and it would be even sweeter to see him win this match where he’s basically an afterthought, and to see him reunited with Marcus Marion to reform one of the more dominant stables in this organization’s history – High Society.

Mark Perletta: Both Kevin Oppenheimer and John Page want to make a good impression in hopes of placing them in good light in the consciousness of the LEGACY fans, but only one of them could win this match, so let’s get to the action to see who came out on top.

Start : Footage from the Match

Grabbing Kevin Oppenheimer by the wrist, John Page twists around into a standing armbar, working on the shoulder of his opponent. Giving his situation a moment’s consideration, Kevin rolls through, releasing the pressure from the armbar and immediately turning the situation into his favor by locking Page into a top wristlock. Not to be outdone, Page works his way out of the situation as he drops down onto his back, pulling Oppenheimer down with him, and he throws his leg over Kevin’s shoulder and pulls up, turning things into his favor by locking Kevin into a fujiwara armbar.

Mark Perletta: Interesting counter to a reversal there by John Page, and in addition to the “anything goes” attitude Page usually employs, John’s success in this business can be attributed to being able to do things like that.

Joey C: If he wants to win this match, this is a good opportunity to take away some of the strength advantage his opponent has over him.

Forcing his knee underneath him, Oppenheimer buys himself an opportunity as he throws his leg underneath him and spins his body over, then immediately hooks Page by the leg, hoisting up underneath him and is able to roll his opponent into a pinfall position, and the referee is there for the count…

ONE!

NO!

Landon Savage: John Page is able to kick out just as soon as he realizes his shoulders are on the mat, and it was a nice attempt there by Oppenheimer.

Oppenheimer grabs Page by the leg before he’s even able to get up off the mat, and Kevin immediately goes for an STF submission. Not wanting to let it happen, Page wriggles himself free of the attempt and gets up onto his knees, but Oppenheimer switches things up and grabs John into a side headlock. After trying to pry Kevin’s arms away unsuccessfully, Page reaches over and grabs one of Oppenheimer’s legs, takes him down with a modified side suplex and then spins and flips over into a pinfall position, hooking the leg….

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Mark Perletta: Crafty attempt by John Page catches Oppenheimer off guard, but Oppenheimer rolls Page off of him after the two count.

Both men get back up to their feet and share a quick handshake, then begin to circle the ring. Oppenheimer gets the advantage as he steps in and grabs the hands of his opponent, using the test of strength fingerlock to force Page to his knees. Wanting to get back in control, Page gets up and sends a kick to Oppenheimer’s leg, and now Page is the one trying to put Oppenheimer into a prone position with the fingerlock. Before Page can wrench down over the top, Oppenheimer uses his strength and size advantage to flip the veteran up and over in a double-wristlock suplex, from which he bridges into pinfall position, still pushing downwards with his arms.

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!

Joey C: Nice try by the rookie, but his strength advantage wasn’t going to be enough to get a pin with that move, since he was off balance with that bridge.

Oppenheimer is the first to get back to his feet, and before John can get to his feet he is once again locked into the double wristlock hold. Page tries to duck underneath Oppenheimer’s arm and swing out of it, but as he tries it, Page is pulled by Oppenheimer into a straightjacket position, and then immediately Kevin pulls him up off the mat and then drops him over his knee into a backbreaker. Not wasting any time, Oppenheimer gets up off the mat and sends Page into the ropes with an irish whip, but on the return Oppenheimer ducks down too early and Page spots it, then floats over into a sunset flip. The referee moves in for the pinfall attempt…

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!

Oppenheimer rolls backwards out of the pinfall attempt, gets up to a crouched position, grabs Page’s legs and jackknifes foreward into a pinfall attempt of his own…

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!!

The excitement amongst the fans intensifies as John Page rolls sideways, keeping the match going by breaking the pinfall attempt. Before either man can get to their feet, John Page grabs one of Kevin’s legs, crossing his ankles over one another and then grabs him by the back of the head, pulling him backwards into a nasty looking submission. The referee steps in to see if Kevin is going to submit, but Oppenheimer clubs the side of Page’s head, breaking free of the hold.

Landon Savage: If John Page could’ve done that when Oppenheimer was a little more dazed, or found some way to keep Kevin from using his arms like that, I think we could’ve seen that hold used to end this match.

Mark Perletta: I wouldn’t be surprised if Page gets a few victories here in LEGACY with that very hold.

Taking Kevin by the wrist, Page tries to send his opponent into the ropes with an irish whip, but Oppenheimer reverses it. As soon as John rebounds off the ropes, Kevin sprints in and turns him inside out with a huge clothesline that lands Page down on the mat face down. Lifting his opponent up off the mat, Oppenheimer lifts Page into the air with a vertical suplex, but instead of sending John down to the mat onto his back, Kevin instead puts Page on the top rope. Holding onto his opponent’s head, Kevin pulls Page outwards horizontally, then sends a nasty looking European Uppercut into Page’s throat, spinning around in the process and grabbing Page around the neck, taking him down to the mat with a falling neckbreaker, then immediately hooking the leg and going for the pinfall…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Kevin... Oppenheimer!

Mark Perletta: A successful debut for Kevin Oppenheimer, and you'd have to think that Dan Stein is pleased with how his student performed.

Joey C: That was one hell of a finishing move he's got there. Anyone know what he calls it?

Landon Savage: I'm not sure, but I can tell you one thing, Dan Stein probably didn't teach it to him.

Mark Perletta: It definitely had the look of a European style move.

Joey C: That's good, then maybe John Page won't forget it! I thought he would've performed better in his return to LEGACY... but I guess not.

Inside the office is Smith Cartwright, at his desk of course, shuffling papers and on the phone. One wonders if the world would spin off its axis if a wrestling front office representative/head columnist were to do something different while in this situation. Ponder the question, when do they use the bathroom, do any have secretaries, what are their office hours, are they posted, what’s the meaning of life? We’ll digress though, Smith Cartwright is there he’s wearing a coal business suit, Matt Towers is there looking down over Mr. Cartwright. Matt Towers is wearing the same thing he had on earlier tonight.

Matt Towers: I need to know where we stand? I mean, I am the brightest star this promotion has and ever will have, but since I showed up here, I’ve wrestled nothing but over rated has-beens, and still haven’t got my No Limits Title shot I’ve been asking for. Instead you give it to a guy who I can barely pronounce his name, cause it’s so ridiculous. Who claims to be a ‘Beast’ but has only one win in the past year, which came last week against ‘Big’ Jimmy Smith, one half member of Fast Times, the worst tag team in wrestling history. You’re thoughts?

Smith Cartwright just sits there, glaring up at Towers.

Matt Towers: I figured you wouldn’t have a comment on that. Seeing that ever since I stepped foot into Legacy, the front offices have done nothing but screw me over and over and over again. What more do I need to do to prove to you that I’m thee best wrestler Legacy has ever witnessed in its lousy history. I’ve not only won every singles match I’ve been in, but I’ve also been unstoppable in doing so. And how am I rewarded? You book me in a match on the Call to Arms pre-show against some schizo who calls himself Crazy Boy? In which I completely dominate in, just like all my other ones.

Smith Cartwright: I understand that Mr. Towers, but sometimes booking matches is more difficult than you could imagine. We have to go through a lot of different things before we can book a match, not only do I need the approvals of all the front office members, I also need Mr. Belote’s approval as well.

Smith Cartwright begins to lean back in his chair, Matt Towers lunges for him and grabs him by the collar, with a deranged and dazed look, staring Mr. Cartwright right in the face.

Matt Towers: I don’t think you where listening to me, when I said I’m tired of being screw over by people like you. You’ve already crossed the line once, and I’ll be damned if I let you cross it twice. So what I want you to do by the end of tonight is tell your little front office buddies that it’s about time the “Big Mean Bastard” Matt Towers gets his No Limit Title shot. Is that too hard for you to understand?

Still being held by his collar, Smith Cartwright shakes his head in a side to side motion, meaning “no”.

Matt Towers: Good, cause I would really hate to have to repeat myself again.

Smith Cartwright starts to gasp for air. The “Big Mean Bastard” smirks as he releases and Mr. Cartwright then plops backwards down in the chair behind him. Towers walks towards the office door and opens it, but before he exits Mr. Cartwright’s office, he turns around and speaks one more time.

Matt Towers: I almost forgot the most important thing. Make sure it’s on the next Pay Per View, so when I do embarrass that big stupid albino circus freak, the whole world will see.

Landon Savage: Our fourth match of the evening has a good bit of history behind it, as most of you are probably aware by now.

Mark Perletta: Ray Willmott and Alex Harmston showed up in LEGACY at the same time, and as we learned leading up to their match at Call to Arms they already had quite a history with one another.

Joey C: And a few days ago, we learned a bit about the history between Eli Storm and Ray Willmott as Eli explained why he attacked Ray at STRIFE 23.

Mark Perletta: Let’s take you back two weeks for a moment. After a match between Katsuro and Harmston, Ray Willmott showed up and got into a physical altercation with Alex Harmston, who had attacked him earlier in the evening as Ray was trying to make amends. Willmott was able to chase Harmston off, but then Eli Storm got into the ring and attacked Ray while his back was turned.

Landon Savage: At that point Harmston got back into the ring to make it a two on one situation until Katsuro Yoshida got back into the ring and came to the aid of Willmott, chasing off Harmston and Storm.

Joey C: And that, folks, is how we got this match signed. Not too difficult to understand… Ray Willmott and Alex Harmston don’t like each other, haven’t for a long time. Eli Storm and Ray Willmott don’t like each other, a bit of history between the two of them. Katsuro Yoshida believes in honor, so he wasn’t going to stand by and let a two-on-one take place, even if he had no business getting involved.

Mark Perletta: Alex Harmston had just beaten him by cheating, so Katsuro Yoshida had every right and motivation to want to stop the double team attack on Willmott. No way was he going to just walk away and let it happen.

Landon Savage: Whatever the reason, this was a good match. We saw Katsuro Yoshida get to team up with a competent tag team partner, we saw a more aggressive side of Ray Willmott, and on the other side of the ring we saw a great combination of styles from Eli Storm and Alex Harmston.

Start : Footage from the Match

Grabbing Eli by the head, Katsuro Yoshida takes Eli down with a snap suplex. Ripping Storm up off the mat by his arm, Katsuro locks his opponent into a standing armbar, twisting it to wrench the hold in tight. Taking a few steps backwards, Yoshida tags Ray Willmott back into the match with his free hand. Going right to the top rope, Ray enters the match as he hops off and drills Eli in the exposed shoulder with a double axhandle.

Taking his opponent by the arm, Ray sends Eli into the ropes with an irish whip, and on the return Willmott leaps into the air and tackles Storm down to the mat with a Lou Thesz press and immediately begins to pummel him with punches and forearms to the face.

Mark Perletta: Ray Willmott getting some revenge for the attack to weeks ago, and you can feel the animosity with each of those shots!

Joey C: A few of those shots connected, but now Eli’s covering up, and Ray knows it!

As Ray realizes that his shots aren’t making as much impact as he’d like them to, he starts to get up off of his opponent, and that gives Eli an opportunity to roll out of the way, escaping from the ring under the bottom rope. As soon as Ray realizes where his opponent went, he makes his way to the ropes and starts to exit the ring to follow Eli to the outside. When Storm sees that Ray is on his way to the outside, he dives into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Seeing that Eli moved back into the ring, Ray stays on the apron and comes back into the ring. Before Ray is completely back in the ring, he’s drilled with a forearm shot by a sprinting Eli Storm, who had run into the opposite ropes for some momentum.

Joey C: Now we’re talking, Eli Storm regaining control of the match.

Keeping in on the attack, Eli Storm grabs Ray by the wrist and sends him across the ring into the far corner, then follows in with a jumping knee lift into the chest area of Willmott. Grabbing him around the head, it looks as though Eli is going to attempt to hit a bulldog, but Ray grabs him around the waist and lifts him up and tosses him to the outside. Ray stumbles towards the middle of the ring, so he doesn’t even notice that Eli Storm was able to stay on the apron, nor that Eli climbed up to the top rope.

Mark Perletta: Turn around, Ray…

Joey C: Yeah, so Eli can hit you in the face!

No sooner does Eli get to the top rope than Ray Willmott turns around and sees where his opponent is perched. Not wanting to fall victim to a high risk maneuver, Willmott sprints in and gets up onto the second turnbuckle and drills Eli with a forearm shot to the midsection. Ray then steps up onto the top rope, grabs Eli around the waist and throws him backwards with a belly to belly suplex.

Crowd: Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t!

Mark Perletta: What a move by Ray Willmott!

Landon Savage: Eli Storm is going to have to do something if he wants to get back into this match, because that was a huge blown opportunity!

Joey C: Well both men are down, so Eli might get the chance!

Ray slowly starts to get up off the mat, meanwhile Eli gets to his knees and crawls towards his corner. Before Ray can do anything to follow up the top rope belly to belly suplex, Eli gets to his feet, dives, and tags in the out-stretched hand of Alex Harmston. Alex gets into the ring and drills Ray with a hard forearm shot. Instead of leaving the ring, Eli Storm steps in and sends a knee to Ray’s gut as Harmston sidesteps to allow the doubleteam to take place. Harmston steps in, grabbing Willmott around the waist. As Eli runs into the ropes behind Harmston, Alex picks Ray up and hits an inverted atomic drop, ducking down as Eli drills Willmott with a flying dropkick.

Having seen enough, Katsuro Yoshida gets into the ring, grabs Eli Storm from behind and hits a release belly to back suplex. After landing halfway across the ring, Eli rolls out of the ring. Before Katsuro realizes it, the legal man Alex Harmston go to work on Katsuro, drilling him with a few hard rights and forearms. Blocking one of Harmston’s right hands, Katsuro lands a right hand of his own, and the two start to trade punches. The referee steps in and removes Katsuro from the ring, since Ray Willmott is still the legal man. In the confusion, Ray moves in and attacks Harmston. After the two brawl for a bit, Ray moves back and tags Katsuro Yoshida back into the ring.

Mark Perletta: Quick thinking there by Ray Willmott, giving Katsuro Yoshida the chance to get back into the match, since he’s obviously the fresher of the two competitors.

Joey C: I’m SURE it had NOTHING to do with Ray’s inability to handle the attack from Alex Harmston.

Landon Savage: Why do you always have to be so sarchastic, Joe?

As soon as Katsuro gets into the ring legally, he goes to work on Harmston, hitting rights, lefts, and then a series of kicks to the arms, legs, guts, and back. Yoshida then takes him down to the mat, then immediately tries to lock on the Cattle Mutilation. Before Katsuro locks in both of Harmston’s arms, Alex is able to whip Yoshida off of him, rolling away and escaping. Getting up to his knees, Harmston grabs onto Katsuro Yoshida and dives forwards and sends a knee into Yoshida’s ribs. Before Katsuro can escape, Harmston drills him with another hard knee to the ribs, dropping him down to the mat.

Landon Savage: Oh my God, those are some serious knees from Alex Harmston!

Joey C: Smart way to wear down the Bushido Buntai member…

Getting into the ring for a moment, Eli Storm causes a slight distraction for the referee, which gives Harmston the opportunity to hit Katsuro with a knee to the groin without being yelled at or disqualified for it. Satisfied with the advantage, Harmston gets up off the mat and backs into his corner, tagging Eli Storm into the match. Instead of exiting the ring, Harmston runs over and drills Ray Willmott off the apron with a running forearm shot. Eli Storm takes Katsuro Yoshida up off the mat, hits him with a knee to the gut, then hits a flip-over piledriver.

Joey C: That’s The Ratings Boost!!

Landon Savage: That’s going to be it!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners by pinfall... Eli Storm and Alex Harmston!

Once the bell rings, Eli Storm has his hand raised by the referee, then rips his arm away and walks over to the edge of the ring, leaning over the ropes. Staring down at Ray Willmott, who stands on the outside, Eli has an arrogant smirk on his face, and Ray can only watch as Harmston has his hand raised by the referee as well.

Joey C: And that's one of the perks of winning, you get to rub the defeat in your opponent's face!

Mark Perletta: Eli Storm might have won this round with Ray Willmott, but I'm guessing there will be a singles match between them coming up in the near future, and when that match takes place, that's the victory which is going to mean the most to whomever gets their hand raised.

Landon Savage: With the way Ray Willmott fought tonight, I'll be looking forward to that match.

The scene is backstage where we see Mirage taking a drink of some bottled water in a nearby cooler with an egotistical look on his face while holding his "World Heavyweight Championship". Suddenly, we see Justin Moreno walking by wearing street clothes as he looks at Mirage with a look of disgust on his face before speaking.

Justin Moreno: Apparently, you hadn't learned a damn thing from the pay-per-view.

Mirage stops drinking his water and rolls his eyes before beginning to speak.

Marcus Mirage: What is it this time, Moron-o? Jealous because you didn't even get booked?

Justin Moreno: Shut up, Mirage. I don't want to hear any of your crap right now.

Mirage stops for a moment, giving Moreno a chance to give a little rant, actually looking slightly amused.

Justin Moreno: I am so damn sick you thumbing your nose at the rest of the roster just because you worked out in Vegas and were champion of a dead promotion. I mean, it's the same spiel week after week. "Blah blah blah! I'm the World Heavyweight Champion! Blah blah blah!".

Mirage rolls his eyes again.

Justin Moreno: Last I checked, jackass, you weren't the champ. Hell, how do we know that's not just some replica belt sold off of eBay?

Marcus Mirage: Considering the fact that the closest you’ve gotten to holding a World Title is when you lost a match that would’ve made you a number one contender, I don’t expect you to know the difference between a real belt and a replica.

Moreno grits his teeth.

Justin Moreno: I have you figured out, Marcus. You call yourself the World Heavyweight Champion because you need something to jerk your ego off with. And you know damn well I'm speaking the truth. Because without that belt, you're like Eddie Van Halen without his guitar. You're a mere mortal. That thought just kills you inside, doesn't it?

Mirage holds up his hand.

Mirage: Let me save you some time, kid, because I can tell where this is going. I’m not wasting my time on another Mirage vs Moron-o one-on-one match at a pay per view. You proved that you can’t step up when the lights are hot. You want a rematch? Call me when your talent matures a bit.

With a smirk on his face, Mirage lets out a chuckle and walks of down the hall.

Mark Perletta: Our fifth match of the night puts Tim Jones into the ring with new-comer to LEGACY, the individual known as Johnny Rage.

Landon Savage: When I first heard the name, it sounded familiar, but once I heard about his history, I remembered having seen him in Rob Belote’s previous federation where he once held the Television Title.

Joey C: That was like six years ago, but it happened, and apparently when he found out that Rob Belote was once again at the helm of a wrestling organization, he applied to be on the roster, and having been in SWA, he was given the chance to prove what he’s got, and that opportunity is here tonight.

Mark Perletta: A tough task at hand as he got his debut match against “The Ladies Man” Tim Jones, and coming from Call to Arms, Tim Jones seems to have a new level of intensity about him.

Joey C: And how can you blame him? He’s Tim “F**KING” Jones, and he gets stuck in matches with scrubs like Johnny Rage? Pathetic. Tim Jones deserves better.

Landon Savage: Well Tim Jones wants to prove himself, so does Johnny Rage, so how about we just get down to the match footage.

Start : Footage from the Match

Johnny Rage takes Tim Jones back down to the mat with a vicious spear. He doesn't let up and executes three precision elbow drops to the Jones' chest cavity. Tim rolls around on the mat writhing in pain as Rage pulls him up and hooks him for a snap suplex.

Mark Perletta: Johnny Rage's first match in Legacy has looked very good so far. It's been back and forth all match.

Landon Savage: I'd have to say Tim Jones should be worrying right about now. Rage has been in control of this match for quite some time.

Joey C: Not anymore!

As Rage lifts him over his head, Tim reverses the move and drops behind Rage only to send him to his knees writhing in pain with a kidney punch. Tim, doing something somewhat out of character, grabs the neck of Johnny Rage and flips over him ala the late Curt Henning.

Joey C: That is what I call beautiful! A kidney punch followed by something to soften up his neck. Perfection.

Mark Perletta: I'm sure he doesn't feel half of the pain inflicted on him in the ring as it is. He's always drunk.

Joey C: Ah ha! Wrong again Marky! He has a drinking HABIT! It's not a problem because he is still a functioning alcoholic.

Perletta watches on as Tim Jones whips Rage into the ring post and gains some sweet, sweet revenge with a spear tackle of his own that sends Rage down to the mat in a heap. Tim waves to the broadcast booth as if he's not even broken a sweat.

Landon Savage: Technically he's right, Mark.

Mark Perletta: Oh so you're in on it too now? I swear this is some damn conspiracy with Tim Jones. Everybody but me likes him. DRUNK!

Jones spins around and drops Rage to the mat looking at Mark only to grin and turn around. When he does turn around, however, he's re-introduced to the mat with your standard issue DDT. Johnny Rage then quickly locks in a front sleeper lock clearly working Tim over for the Hero Killer; a DDT with quite a bit more force behind it than a normal DDT.

Mark Perletta: HA! Take that, Joey.

Joey C: And you're the one always telling me how it's wrong to interfere in matches and cheat. What do you call that Mr. High and Mighty?

Mark Perletta: Doing the right thing.

Landon Savage: Alright children. Calm down. There is a match going on here.

Just as Mark and Joey conclude their argument, Tim has fought his way to his feet and slipped out from under the sleeper hold Rage tried to turn into a standing sleeper lock. Tim slithers behind Rage and drops him with a Full Nelson Suplex. He rushes to the corner.

Mark Perletta: Come on!

Joey C: Shut up, Mark.

Landon Savage: Both of you shut up.

Jones doesn't even wait for Rage to turn and face him; he simply performs that nice little SNAFU to the back of Johnny Rage's head. Tim covers him quickly …

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Tim... Jooooones!

The boo's ring out as Tim cracks open a beer and downs one. In the background Rage begins to stir, however and Tim opens him up with yet another SNAFU and drops his empty beer can on his body.

Joey C: BAM! Welcome to LEGACY, Johnny Rage!

Mark Perletta: That's a cheap shot if I ever did see one. Come on. Doesn't this guy ever get a reprimand?

Landon Savage: I'm even getting sick of your whining now, Mark. Let's just move on.

Smith Cartwright walks through the hallways backstage, headed back to his office. He turns a corner notices a few of the crew members standing around and shooting the shit, he looks at them and they act as though they're doing something. Smith smirks and continues on. He turns another corner and stops dead in his tracks. Crash is leaning against a wall, sipping a cup of coffee from a styrofoam cup. A big smile forms on his face, after seeing Smith Cartwright.

Crash: So Smith, is it confirmed yet that me and Dominion are going to wrestle at the pay-per-view?

Smith hesitates a moment, trying to get his words together.

Smith Cartwright: Yes, and I know you haven’t gotten the paperwork yet, so I’ll just let you know that the match is going to be in the confines of a steel cage, because that way no one gets involved.

Crash smirks.

Crash: Hmm... So no one interferes, right? Who's gonna interfere in the match? Gryffin and James gotta wrestle Domination, and Big Lou isn't a wrestler. Who's gonna interfere?

Smith Cartwright: C'mon, I wasn't born yesterday.

Crash pauses to think for a moment.

Crash: Fine. I want it to be a World Title Number One Contenders match then. If I'm gonna wrestle Dominion in the cage, I want it meaning more than me just beating him to a bloody pulp. I gotta get something out of it too.

Cartwright looks wary of the idea.

Smith Cartwright: I don't know about that. The front office isn't trying to reward you or the rest of Diabolik at the moment. After what has happened with Jake Dominion and Eric Wolfson, the front office cannot reward anyone for that type of conduct.

Crash seems to get pissed off now. He calms himself and speaks.

Crash: What I did was just business. Week after week it seems that I have to explain myself to guys like you and everyone else why I've taken the actions I've had. Its about me now. I'm in this for me. I'll take this match in the cage but I want that number one contenders stipulation in there or else.

Smith Cartwright: Or else what?

Crash: Or else I'd hate to be one of them people in the crowd or the ones who rent the damn pay-per-view and they don't get the cage match they want to see, because one of the participants doesn't show up.

At this point one of LEGACY's road agents walk up and whispers something to the side of Smith’s head (though not exactly in his ear), and Smith’s eyes get wide.

Smith Cartwright: We’ll be in touch.

Not saying another word, Smith Cartwright and Carter Franklin head off down the hall. About forty yards away when Smith and Carter stop walking, Smith sees something taped to his door. Smith looks quizzically, taking notice. As he gets to the door we see its a plain white envelope with his first name, "SMITH" in all block letters. He pulls the envelope down and opens it. He removes a check. His name at the top. At the lower right the signature, "Jay Martinez", and the lower left "for" line a post it note is attached reading:

"Still not carrying your trinket. Feel free to
put a little extra in there for yourself, big guy!
- Loco"

Smith growls.

Smith Cartwright: That pompous a-

He stops to compose himself and maintain a professional demeanor. He takes a moment and then takes off, walking briskly... a man with a mission.

Mark Perletta: The sixth match of the night is our first title match of the night, the No Limits Championship on the line between Issac Entragian and Mostafa Bashir.

Joey C: I was excited when I saw that this match had been booked, because honestly I didn’t see anyone as a standout number one contender to the No Limits Title, and I was anxiously awaiting Issac’s first title defense. We saw what he was able to do against Diego de Cardenas, but I was looking to see what he could do against a bigger guy with a different skill set.

Landon Savage: The Beast from Kandahar certainly falls into that category, because I don’t think there are too many similarities between Diego and Mostafa.

Mark Perletta: It’s safe to say that Mostafa Bashir came to the United States and joined LEGACY with a fairly slow start, but as of late he’s been showing more and more promise.

Landon Savage: He’s definitely a tough guy, earning his reputation on the streets in Afghanistan. Problem is, other than maybe a dozen people who saw the rough video footage from his street fights over in Asia, most people don’t have any idea what Mostafa is capable of, and that’s Bashir’s fault.

Mark Perletta: Well in tonight’s match, we certainly saw the more dangerous side of Mostafa Bashir, continuing on what he did two weeks ago, and you have to think that Issac might regret the comments he made about Mostafa’s family.

Joey C: The comments definitely pissed Bashir off, but I don’t think Issac regretted it at all. He’s a tough guy, and I think he was looking to get the best competition possible from Mostafa Bashir.

Mark Perletta: And it’s safe to say that he got it.

Start : Footage from the Match

Mostafa lines wraps both hands around Issac's neck and begins to choke him. He gets in his face with animalistic intenstity and begins to level headbutt after headbutt into the forehead of Issac. After six headbutts Bashir shoves a woozy Entragian to the mat and makes the cover.

one....

two....

Kickout! Entragian still alive.

Joey C: That melon on top of Bashir's neck has done some serious damage. I think Issac's out of it.


Issac's eyes are glazed over as he slowly gets to his knees. Bashir sizes him up, and launches, with a vicious running knee to the side of Issac's head. The crowd "Ooooooh's" as Issac slumps back to the mat violently. Bashir smiles at his handiwork, and slides out of the ring.

Landon Savage: Where the hell's he going? That could have been the finish to this bout.

Bashir begins rumaging around beneath the ring.

Joey C: Look like Mostafa's looking for some toys to put Issac away.

Mark Perletta: But in doing so he's giving Issac time to recooperate.

Bashir reappears from his rumaging with a two by four. The crowd stirs with excitement.

Joey C: Issac's about to introduced to a different kind of hurt. If Bashir connects? It might be lights out... and NEW No Limits Champion.

Bashir tosses the lumber into the ring, as Issac struggles to get to his feet. Bashir slides into the ring and grabs the two by four.... Buries it in the ribs of Issac. Issac doubles over, and Bashir lifts it up over his head...

SWINGS!!!!

Mark Perletta: NOBODY HOME!!

Issac moves out of the way. The lumber just missing his head. Bashir's a little stunned, and Issac takes adavantage... LEVELING Mostafa with a sick clothesline, the two by four boucing across the ring. Issac, gets an evil look in his eye as he looks at lumber. He gets up and grabs the board.... and takes the end of it and presses it into the neck, choking Bashir with it. Bashir begins flailing desperately in attempts to break free from this brutal choke.

Joey C: Can he tap out from this?

Mark Perletta: Its No Limits, Joey. This is as legal as a Boston Crab or an Ankle Lock.

Issac really leans the two by four into throat of Bashir. Bashir continues to squirm and eventually kicks up in between Issac's legs delivering a low blow. The crowd groans in sympathy as the champ drops to his knees.

Joey C: Might be a soprano after that shot.

Landon Savage: Is it ethical? Not so much. Is it legal? In No Limits, its all legal, and... if I may? Bashir "kicked out" of that unique submission, and bought himself some time, and in these matches a little time can be the difference between victory and defeat.

Both men struggle to their feet, each gasping for air... for entirely different reasons. As their eyes meet they lock in an icy stare down for moments before launching at one another fists blazing. The crowd jumps to their feet as the two men begin pummelling the bejesus out of one another with rights and lefts. A huge right by Mostafa staggers Issac back a few steps.. Issac fires back and rocks Bashir with a right of his own. Another giagantic right from Bashir drops Issac, momentarily, to a knee... and he lunges up and out and drops Bashir to a knee with a counterpunch. With each shot the crowd pops... more and more into these two beating the snot out of one another.

Mark Perletta: This is resembling less and less a match, and more and more a bar fight.

Bashir winds up one more time, but Issac quickly drops beneath the roundhouse right, and drop toe holds Bashir to the mat with authority. Isaac gets to his feet and begins to stomp down on Mostafa with fury. He scoops him and snaps him down to the mat with a snap mare, and buries a kick between Mostafa's shoulder blades. Scoops him back up and delivers a body slam with authority!

Landon Savage: Issac working on the back of Bashir.

Issac scoops him up again, looking for another authoritative scoop slam, but as he gets him up, Mostafa begins to wiggle, and squirms his way out, ends up behind Issac and plants him with an awkward reverse DDT!

Mark Perletta: Awkward, but effective from teh challenger. Cover!

One...

Two...

THRE-NO!! Issac shoulders out... and Bashir is insensed. Bashir gets in the grill of the referee shaking his head and pointing at him in attempts to intimidate. After a few moments, he gives up, and looks at Issac, and smiles going to the top rope.

Mark Perletta: Wh-wha-what's he doing?

Joey C: Big match calls for BIG moves... I guess.

Bashir smirks down at Issac and slaps his belly three times signalling for a big splash, but as he launches Issac rolls out of the way, Bashir lands with a thud.

Landon Savage: Big risk. Bites the dust. He tried to splash Entragian, to no avail.

Issac gets up and grabs the two by four and drives it into Bashir's ribs. Each time Bashir grabs the ribs and writhing in pains.

Mark Perletta: Softening him up.

Issac, picks him...

Landon Savage: DISEMBOWLER!!!

Issac delivers his gutbuster with authority and quickly covers Bashir.

One....

Two....

THREE!!!

The bell rings as Issac rolls off Bashir who continues to clutch his ribs.

Josephina Colbert: Your winner... and STILL the No Limits Champion... ISSAC EEEENNNNNTRAGGIANNNN!!!

Mark Perletta: So in his first No Limits Title defense, Issac Entragian comes out victorious, and I would have to think that after this match, he's going to think twice before saying things about the families of his opponents, especially when the opponent cares for his family as much as Mostafa Bashir obviously does.

Landon Savage: I think we got a bigger glimpse of why they call him "The Beast..."

Joey C: Oh wait just a minute...

The camera pans over to the entrance stage where we see Matt Towers walking out from backstage, slowly making his way down the entrance ramp, his eyes on Issac Entragian who stands, now, alone in the ring.

Mark Perletta: Matt Towers told Smith Cartwright earlier that he wants to face Issac Entragian at the pay per view, and now I think he wants to send a more personal message to the champion.

Joey C: Issac had better hope that all he wants to do is send a message. I'd like to see these two guys square off, but Issac just had a match...

Landon Savage: It doesn't look like it would be just the two of them.

Just as Matt Towers gets to the bottom of the ramp, Gigantus Awesomo appears from the curtain and he starts walking down the ramp. LEGACY officials, off-duty referees and road agents pour out from the back, some of them standing in front of Gigantus Awesomo, some of them reaching the ringside area to stand between Matt Towers and the ring. It takes some convincing, but the road agents eventually get Gigantus Awesomo to go back up the ramp, and slowly, Matt Towers does as well. Before either Towers or Awesomo get backstage, Issac Entragian holds the No Limits Title above his head by one arm, knowing that both of the men are vying for the prize.

Landon Savage: I don't know which of those guys is going to get the next shot at the No Limits belt, but I'm looking forward to it!

Trent Logan is backstage and Ron Bailey comes walking up with a huge grin on his face and a wad of cash, he could give part of it to Logan.

Trent Logan: Not that I'm one to ever turn away money being thrust upon me, but why the cash Ron?

Ron Bailey: I'm never one to leave a man waitin' for his cash, and since our bet just paid out, I wanted to give you the share of the payout that's yours. You know... Ladder Match, Call to Arms... I figured you'd forget the bet if you owed money on it, but since y'all won, I thought you'd be knockin' down my door for your share.

Logan smiles and begins putting the money in his pocket.

Trent Logan: Well, I knew we had it in the bag. When push comes to shove Domination will get the job done, and to that end its one reason the "bet" had slipped my mind is that we've been getting ready for OUR shot at the tag team titles.

Trent crosses his arms across his chest.

Logan: I know LEGACY is just drawing it out to make us chase the gold. With our combination of power and skill and the fact that we showed the world that we can win a big match, there's every reason to believe that the fans of LEGACY are going to the greatness they are watching develop.

Ron nods his head in agreement.

Ron Bailey: Y’all keep winnin’ matches like you did at Call to Arms, and I’m sure that gold’s gonna fall into your lap sooner or later. Seems like you got a good thing going, and if there’s one thing I know about these Legacy fans, they take a while to warm up to somebody even if greatness is lookin’ ‘em dead in the eye. That suitcase your boys pulled down in that ladder match guarantees that you don’t have to be waitin’ too long, though.

Having heard something, Ron looks down the hall and grins.

Ron Bailey: Here comes one of the Tag Champs right now.

Trent Logan turns and looks and we spot "The All Star" James Win walking down the hall, wearing his shiny gold warm-up pants and warm-up jacket, unzipped to display the World Tag Team Championship Belt around his waist. He spots the little gathering and walks on up. Trent Logan is the first to speak.

Trent Logan: James Win ... the self-proclaimed "All-Star"... I'm assuming you are headed this direction because you have some business with Domination?

Win lets out a quick chuckle.

James Win: Actually The All Star was looking for a bathroom that didn’t smell like day old urine… but close enough.

Logan rolls his eyes

Logan: Great, find a bathroom and go defend the belts, and don't piss away your chance to hold them a few more weeks before Domination takes them from you.

Logan turns back to Bailey as if to continue their discussion, but James puts the attention back on himself.

James Win: Oh don’t worry, the Diabolik are going to be retaining tonight just the same as at the upcoming pay per view, just like every title defense.

James turns to Ron.

James Win: And who is your money on tonight, Ronnie Boy? Did you take the smart money?

Bailey shrugs and shakes his head.

Ron Bailey: Actually the odds makers didn’t make it worth my while, so I’m not laying anything on your match tonight… but you can be damn sure I’m going to be bettin’ on somebody at the pay per view.

Logan raises an eyebrow and smiles at Bailey and then looks over to Win.

Trent Logan: We already have our ticket to the big one James, just be sure you get yours tonight and beat LIHC like we already did, because Ron isn't going to make any money if we have to fight LIHC again and beat them again to get the tag belts. At least when we take you and Anselm down, the proverbial "fat cash" will be flowing in our direction.

With a roll of his eyes, James Win walks off down the hall. Ron Bailey looks over at Trent Logan, a grin on his face, nodding his head.

Ron Bailey: I like the way you think, Logan. You and me, we’re going to have to talk again real soon.

Logan: We’ll do that.

Ron pats him on the shoulder and then walks off down the hall, thumbin’ through his wad of cash, which is only slightly smaller than it was before.

Mark Perletta: Our second title match of the night, our penultimate contest of the evening was a match for the World Tag Team Championships, and although the members of Long Island Hardcore and The Diabolik don’t have any history with one another, this match is taking place for historical reasons.

Landon Savage: Yeah, yeah, whatever. People got bent out of shape when Gryffin Anselm and James Win gave Fast Times a shot at the tag titles.

Mark Perletta: That’s because at that point, Jimmy Smith and Pat Reynolds hadn’t really done anything to earn their tag title shot.

Joey C: Yeah, and neither had anybody else at that point, and Fast Times did a much better job than most people thought they were, and to this day most people don’t like to acknowledge how good that match was.

Mark Perletta: I don’t think anyone’s going to deny that Long Island Hardcore deserved the title shot here tonight. Not only have they won tag team championships in countries around the world…

Landon Savage: Ah yes… here it comes, the whole “unclear ending” of the ladder match at the end of Call to Arms.

Joey C: CJ Nelson and Jared Walsh had a very valid point. They had every much of a right to claim that they won that match as Domination did. Jared Walsh unhooked the briefcase and hit the mat with the briefcase in his grasp. To me, that sounds like he won the match, so why shouldn’t they get a title shot, right? That was the stipulation.

Mark Perletta: Well the match was awarded to Domination because Ben Murdock also came down off the ladder with the briefcase in his grasp, too, but Jared Walsh was the first to let go.

Landon Savage: Yes, and since Domination was named the winners, they have a guaranteed title shot coming up at our next pay per view event, they get the bigger pay day, and they will face whichever team comes out of tonight’s match with the tag team championship belts.

Joey C: Both of these teams wanted to leave tonight’s building with the straps, so let’s get to the footage to find out which of them went home happy.

Start : Footage from the Match

Win and Walsh trade fists in the middle of the ring, with Nelson and Anselm in their respective corners, anxiously watching the action with one arm on the ropes, and the other on the lone white tag rope. Lefts and rights fill the ring from Win and Walsh, until suddenly Walsh gains the upper hand and sends Win reeling back. Win falls back onto the ropes, and uses this small bit of rebounding to lunge forward with an arm outstretched. Walsh sees it however, and ducks. Win turns around, and Walsh leaps into the air with a standing calf kick. Win goes down, and Walsh is back on his feet.

Landon Savage: Nice standing jumping calf-kick there from Jared.

Mark Perletta: It might not be known to well in LEGACY, but Jared Walsh is one of the craziest, most hardcore, high flyers in the industry. Tonight? This is the tamest I’ve ever seen Jared.

Joey C: I’d have to agree with you on that one. I believe Walsh is being very cautious with the monstrous Gryffin standing in that corner.

Walsh pointing at Anselm, as if “there’s more where that came from”, and then gets Win to his feet. Win ready though, and has a couple of mid-section shots waiting. Walsh doubles over, and Win hooks both arms!

Joey C: Starburst!

Landon Savage: No one kicks out of this move!

Mark Perletta: He hits this, “D” could very well have this thing in the bag.

Just when Win jumps for the double-underhook facebuster, Walsh lifts Win straight into the air, but Win doesn’t let go. Walsh standing back up straight as an arrow, Win holds onto Walsh’s arms in a double-underhook position, completely hanging upside down. Walsh looks around at the audience, nodding his head. Just as Walsh is about to drop down with a back-to-back double underhook piledriver, Win releases Walsh’s arms, slithers down into a seated position, and takes Walsh down with a sunset roll-up!

Mark Perletta: Incredible!

Joey C: Eli? Where?!

Landon Savage: I believe he was referring to the move Jared did.

Walsh’s momentum carries him to his feet though, and he NAILS the sitting James Win with a stiff corkscrew basement dropkick!

Jared leaps on Win for the cover!

One!
Two!!

Anselm makes the save with nasty boot to the back of the head!

Walsh gets back to his feet, and quickly starts picking his opponent back up. Walsh grasps Win in a head-lock, but unbeknownst to him, Win extends his arm to his right, and Anselm tags it in. Win leans back into the ropes and on the recoil, pushes Walsh off into the opposite direction. Anselm quickly steps into the ring, and on the rebound Nelson sees the tag and slaps his own partner on the back, making the tag for himself.

Walsh remains in motion though, and Anselm was ready for him with a devastating spinebuster. Not realizing that Nelson tagged himself in and made himself the legal man, Anselm celebrates out to the fans, as the Long Island monstrosity steps over the ropes and into the ring.

Mark Perletta: Most of this match has been smaller man versus smaller man... but now? I think it just went Monster versus Monster.

Joey C: These two guys are behemoths.

Landon Savage: Nelson’s only a few inches taller, but they both weigh about the same. Which is a TON.

Nelson grabs Anselm by the arm, and spins him around so that he finally sees who the legal man is. Both men go face to face, it is Nelson who breaks the tension with a hard right to the head. Anselm falls back to the ropes, and charges forward with a straight fist to the mouth. Nelson falls back to his own corner, and spits out a bit of blood from the straight shot to the face. Nelson smiling, comes charging out of the corner, but Anselm musters up the strength to lift him up, and powerslam him hard to the mat! Anselm hooks a leg!

One!

Two!!

Mark Perletta: That powerslam came out of NOWHERE!

Landon Savage: I think the earth shook a little with a combined six-hundred pounds crashing to the canvas at the same time.

Anselm brings Nelson to his feet, but Nelson quickly drives a huge knee into his abdomen. Nelson hooking him up between his legs, hooks up both arms, and heaves Anselm into the air with a devastating double-underhook powerbomb!

Joey C: What a tiger bomb!

Nelson hooks a leg, and Porter is there to make the count!
One!

Two!!

Landon Savage: What a match of styles here... both guys are slamming the other as hard as they can, and I don’t know if this ring’s been reenforced for that kind of weight.

Mark Perletta: I liked the way Nelson fell to one knee on the landing of that move, for added impact. Nicely done.

Joey C: Or, you know, maybe Nelson didn’t have the gusto to hold him up.. whichever...

After only getting a two-count Nelson gets back to his feet, but before he can reach down and pick him up, Win is on the attack. Repeated punches cause the referee to step in between Win and Nelson, which in turn causes Walsh to step into the ring. He immediately goes on the attack on Win, which distracts Nelson and the referee enough to where Gryffin sneaks in a low-blow on his equally monstrous opposition.

Mark Perletta: Now come on! That was ridiculous!

Landon Savage: I can’t remember the last time I saw a guy as big as Gryffin have to resort to using a low blow...

Joey C: Priceless. This is why The “D” are the tag team champions and have been for the past 100 plus days.

Walsh has Win backed into the ropes, and runs at him with a clothesline. Both guys go over the top and to the outside, and Nelson is completely doubled over after the low blow. Gryffin turns the hurting CJ Nelson around, scoops him up with all his might, and SLAMS him back down to the canvas with a Michinoku driver!

Joey C: DEVASTATOR!

Landon Savage: It’s over!

Mark Perletta: He’s got the cover!

One!

Two!!

Three!!!

Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners... and STILL the LEGACY World Tag Team Champions... Gryffin Anselm and James Win... The Diabolik!

Mark Perletta: Once again the Diabolik have defended the World Tag Team Titles, and now the stage appears to be set to see them face Domination at the pay per view.

Joey C: Trent Logan seems confident that Rage and Murdock are going to be able to take the belts from Anselm and Win, but it could be a tough task.

Landon Savage: The Diabolik is the best tag team in the business right now, so Trent Logan better realize that it's going to take more than a little "coaching up" to help his boys take home the belts.

Outside in the arena we pan over the live Legacy crowd who await their next match... which they won't be seeing just yet as Iggy Pop's "Lust For Life" rocks the arena which is then equally rocked by the hatred of the live crowd. Loco Martinez, without the Legacy World Title, wearing grey sandals, navy board shorts, and a silver shirt with blue print reading: "You can't spell Main Event... without, ME!" John Thomas is wearing a white #91 Indianapolis Colts jersey with “Thomas” sewn into the nameplate section and navy board shorts which match the ones being worn by THE Legacy Superstar. The two strut to the ring oozing face slappable confidence. The slide in the ring and each produce a mic. Loco turns showing the back of his new t-shirt which reads "THE Legacy Superstar, Loco Martinez". John looks at the t-shirt, admires it, smiles and nods, and continues in a very infomercial voice.

John Thomas: So, Mr. Martinez, that is quite the lovely t-shirt you're wearing. Where would this height of fashion be available? At Legacy online? Or at the arena's Merch Stands? You do realize it’s going to be a best seller, a “must have” item for young and old alike.

Loco looks out over the crowd.

Loco Martinez: Not in a shithole like this.

The crowd boos, and Loco and John laugh as Loco shakes his head "no".

Loco Martinez: Yeah my boys at Mitchell & Ness are printing them up and we're selling them on the streets. I'm thinking about hiring someone to come to shows and set up a Loco Martinez souvenir stand.

The crowd boos.

Loco Martinez: Yeah. I figure, cut out the "middle man" when it comes to merch. My ideas. My profits. Plus my fans -

Loco pauses with a smirk WAITING for the boos, which the crowd is glad to oblige.

Loco Martinez: …need their fill of all things Loco Martinez. Shirts, shorts, sandals, mix tapes.

John Thomas: Mix... tapes? Like what kids do in high school?

Loco chuckles.

Loco Martinez: Yeah my favorite jams all on a burned CD, or a cassette, or shit... just have a laptop and upload the playlist to the "sheep's" i-pods.

The crowd is livid with Loco calling them "sheep". Loco looks at John. But Loco continues talking as if they're the only two in the 14000 seat arena.

Loco Martinez: You know JT... if you want in on my own personalized merch table? Feel free, dudeman. It’s extra cash in your pocket.

Loco looks out over the crowd for the first time... as if he's just noticing them and their disdain.

Loco Martinez: But you know why we're out here, John?

John thinks about it overdramatically rubbing his chin.

Loco Martinez: Last week you inspired me. YOU, JT! You made me think... well, John's going to go after Rocky Stellar. What am I going to do? Who am I going to face? Who is the next to be led to slaughter at MY hands? Is there anyone out there worthy to step into this ring with me?

The crowd begins a "Rawl-ings... Rawl-ings" chant, but Loco again tunes the audience out.

Loco Martinez: Truth be told? No.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Loco Martinez: Truth be told. After, you *points to John*... there isn't another worthy... worthWHILE body in that lockerroom. Not worthy of my title. -No, not that little Cracker Jack Prize you people THINK is the title... see? Like I told you and Smith? You're not going to see that… that... THING, again. For those that don't get it yet, my title is: "the best the business has to offer".

John nods knowingly, and turns to Loco.

John Thomas: So what WILL you do?

Loco shrugs and smiles a huge Cheshire Cat grin.

Loco Martinez: Work on my tan.

The booing increases.

John Thomas: Wait, isn’t that how one of the other champs got himself in trouble?

Loco Martinez: Yeah... but then again? My tanning helped make me a champ. Plus its not like I'm going to the French Riviera or anything. I've got to get Loco Martinez Merch LLC off the ground.

The boos continue, but like a wave emanating from the fans closest to the entrance stage, the boos turn to cheers, and all eyes turn to the top of the ramp, where Stephen Rawlings stands, looking down towards the ring at John Thomas and Loco Martinez, who appear to be proud of themselves.

Loco Martinez: Oh...oh... oh NO, JOHN!! Its Stephen Rawlings and all his friends here to exact their revenge!

Loco pulls his right hand up to his open mouth quaking with mock terrror.

John Thomas: What are we going to do?! Should we run?! NO! He’s blocking the top of the ramp, and all of our stuff is backstage!!!

Loco looks around "nervously".

Loco Martinez: We could hide under Colbert's skirt! I know how you've wanted to get there!

John looks completely serious and gives Loco a little shove and gives him a sideways look. Stephen Rawlings slowly starts making his way down to the ring, and the excitement amongst the fans intensifies. The two look with a look somewhere between slight worry and amusement.

Loco Martinez: What's he think he's doing? He WAS in attendance last week, wasn't he?

John nods.

John Thomas: Looks like he wants another two on one... cuz god knows no one's coming out to help HIM!

Loco turns a little more nervous now fearing getting jumped from behind.

Loco Martinez: Is this where your zany cousin comes out to jump us, Rawlings? Huh? Is that it? Or did you dust off another relative to help you out? Maybe Aunty Maella Sue Rawlings?

As Rawlings gets about halfway down the ring not taking his eyes off Loco and Thomas, Smith Cartwright bursts from the back, mic in hand.

Smith Cartwright: STOP! RIGHT! THERE!

Loco smirks.

Loco Martinez: Ooh, Look, Stevie! Smith can be your "backup"... god knows he's been all up in our grills the last couple weeks. Look out JT! Here comes SMITH!

John Thomas: He wasn’t kidding, he really DOES need a theme song. Hey Smitty, how about “Champion” by Grinspoon? I hear Rawlings doesn’t want it anymore since it doesn’t really make sense… and it makes him cry.

Smith Cartwright: CAN IT! Rawlings stop. You two shut up, and listen, cuz you're going to want to hear what I'm about to say. First - Loco. I got your check. And to make sure you can balance your check book, I wanted you to know, first of all, that I've made it out for three months salary. Can’t do the math? Get someone to divide your yearly salary by 4!

A “whoa” reaction rolls through the fans, and then some people start a “Holy Shit!” chant.

Smith Cartwright: But don't think you're going to keep getting away with it. If you don't have the Legacy World Title WITH YOU at the next Strife the fine doubles, and if you don’t bring it to the pay per view, it will TRIPLE!

Loco stands there shocked, and the shock only increases with Smith's next word.

Smith Cartwright: AND! Your title will become unrecognized. In other words... you will be STRIPPED of the Legacy World Title. It WILL be vacated, and we WILL find someone who respects the belt you clearly despise.

The crowd roars and Loco's irrate, and for the first time Rawlings shows a hint of something other than icy rage as he cracks a smile watching Loco spaz out inside the ring.

Loco Martinez: THAT's BULLSHIT! You can't do that to me! I'm THE –

Smith gestures to the back, and Loco's mic drops out and the crowd roars their approval.

Smith Cartwright: We've heard enough from you. I have one more thing. You two want to cheap shot Stephen Rawlings? Well I'm giving Rawlings the opportunity to do what he does best. Fight. Not only at the pay per view with the World Title on the line...

A roar of approval rolls through the crowd, but Cartwright continues.

Smith Cartwright: Not only then, but also at STRIFE 25. In a tag match, John Thomas and Loco Martinez vs. Stephen Rawlings and his partner –

Loco and John Thomas turn and look to each other nonchalantly as mouth to each other "Who's he going to possibly get as a partner" and share a laugh over it, when the arena goes ballistic.

The two men's draws drop as down the ramp walks the ICON, Rocky Stellar. The Stellar One pats Smith on the back as he walks by and stands next to Rawlings with his arms crossed. John slowly starts shaking his head "no".

John Thomas: They're BLUFFING, Loc'... they're not seriously thinking about standing up to us...

Stellar smirks and turns to Rawlings. Rawlings smiles up at JT and Loco, and as Stellar slaps Rawlings across the shoulders the two take off full speed at the ring. Loco and Thomas, panicked freeze for a moment like deer in headlights before Loco going right and John going left, diving out of the ring as Stellar and Rawlings slide into the ring, the crowd roaring their approval. Loco and John meet up on the ramp and head backstage as Stellar and Rawlings stand in the ring together nodding confidently.

Mark Perletta: And now it’s time for tonight’s main event, the third championship match of the evening, a 30 Minute Iron Man Match as Strong Style Dragon has the opportunity to pick up a third token of his championship reign.

Landon Savage: They couldn’t have given Dragon a much more difficult opponent for this match. X-Calibur has been slowly and consistently climbing the ladder here in LEGACY, still looking for that first big win here in this organization.

Mark Perletta: People have said it’s only a matter of time before X picks up that first big win, but Strong Style Dragon has been unbeatable thus far, having yet to be defeated in a LEGACY ring.

Joey C: Yeah, but a lot of people, myself included, will point out that Dragon hasn’t had a huge, defining victory here either…

Landon Savage: You mean aside from beating Dan Stein for the Tao of Valor Championship?

Joey C: Other than that, Landon. Somebody can get lucky once, but the second time is usually the one that separates the competitors from the superstars.

Mark Perletta: This match was undoubtedly set to be an interesting one, with the difference in styles making for intriguing possibilities.

Landon Savage: A 30 minute match, we’ve got lots of footage to get to, so enough talk, let’s get down to the action as we join the match in progress, neither man having scored a pinfall yet.

Start : Footage from the Match

The Strong Style Dragon snaps off his knees to throw a kick into X-Calibur's ribs! X-Calibur staggers back, not expecting the kick, before Dragon comes rushing off the ropes and leaps into X-Calibur with a flying clothesline, riding X to the canvas!

Mark Perletaa: And just like that, at the ten minute mark, the Strong Style Dragon has shifted the momentum of this match once again!

Landon Savage: Every single match, the champion shows us something we've never seen him do before, and I think that's how he avoids trouble for long periods of time!

Dragon gets to his feet quickly and hits the ropes, and on the rebound he slides to drive both feet into the side of X's face! Dragon quickly goes for the cover, hooking both legs deep!

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X kicks out. Dragon grabs X by his left wrist and guides him to his feet before driving a knee into his abdomen, twice. Dragon pushes X's left wrist through his legs for a pumphandle, and hooks his own right arm over X's head, before spinning over X's head to drive X onto his back, bridging perfectly!

Landon Savage: A pumphandle table top suplex! Wow!

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X kicks out just in time.

Joey C: I'll give him this, it looked good, but it didn't even get him the first fall of this contest!

Dragon rolls backward, over X's body, before dropping to drive an elbow into X's ribs. Dragon pulls X to his feet by his wrist and sends him quickly into the nearest corner. Dragon follows in, but X manages to thrust an elbow up into Dragon's chin. X explodes out of the corner with a running forearm to the side of Dragon's head! X leaps up and drives a knee down on the top of Dragon's head, before hooking the leg and going for a cover!

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Dragon kicks out!

Joey C: That ain't gonna be enough, but it was worth a shot.

Mark Perletta: Enough blows to the head will put anyone out of commission, Joey!

X pulls Dragon up to his feet quickly and rushes him into the corner! X hoists Dragon up to sit him on the top rope. X starts climbing the ropes, but dragon forearms him in the face! Dragon plants a foot in his chest and shoves him away from the corner. Dragon leaps off and lands on X's shoulders for a hurricanrana! X holds on, and yanks Dragon back up and runs, driving dragon down with a powerbomb!

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Dragon barely rolls a shoulder off the canvas!

Mark Perletta: He almost had him, there!

Joey C: Almost only counts in a couple things, and this isn't one of them, Mark!

Landon Savage: If X keeps it up though, he could score the first pinfall of the contest!

X swings into a mount position and starts raining punches down on Dragon's forehead! The referee forces X to stop, and X pulls Dragon to his feet and sends him off the ropes! X swings in a clothesline, but Dragon ducks under the arm, hooking it as he passes, Dragon swings behind X's body quickly, swinging his legs under X's left arm, Dragon swings all the way through into a hurricanrana, sending X rolling to the outside!

Mark Perletta: Amazing athleticism from the champion!

Landon Savage: But can he capitalize?!

Dragon pushes to his feet, holding the back of his head. He spots X on the outside and hits the ropes, he dashes toward X and dives through the ropes, turning his body over once he clears the ropes, with a flip into X! Dragon rolls X into the ring, and the referee moves to check on him, as the fans begin to buzz with a mixture of boos and cheers when Dragon gets onto the apron.

Landon Savage: What the hell?!

Joey C: Yes! Finally someone to make this interesting!

The camera moves to catch a man jumping over the barricade right behind the Strong Style Dragon, wielding a chair. The camera clearly shows him to be Ron Bailey! Dragon turns to see wht the noise is about and drops off the apron to confront the man, who's back is to him. Bailey turns immediately and swings the chair brutally into Dragon's face, collapsing him to the canvas! Bailey quickly rolls Dragon into the ring! Bailey starts backing up the ramp as the referee turns his attention now to Dragon, unaware of what just happened.

Joey C: Ron Bailey just made this main event match a whole lot more interesting! Haha!

Mark Perletta: How can anyone be proud of that?

X gets to his feet, clutching his ribs, confused about what happened. Dragon grips the middle rope with one hand and he starts to pull himself to his feet. Dragon turns, stumbling, right into an X-Terminator!

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Josephina Colbert: X-Calibur has won the first fall, with eight minutes and forty-two seconds remaining! The score is now one to zero!

X-Calibur gets to his feet and turns, now spotting Ron Bailey half way up the ramp! Ron Bailey points at X and Dragon both, laughing at the two of them!

Landon Savage: It looks like X-Calibur just put the pieces together...

Mark Perletta: And he doesn't look like he's going to stand for it!

X quickly steps through the ropes, and Bailey takes off up the ramp, not wanting a fight with X-Calibur right now!

Mark Perletta: Yeah, Ron Bailey doesn't want a fight with someone that can see him coming!

Landon Savage: Can you blame him though? X-Calibur looks pissed!

Joey C: Besides, what did Ron Bailey do to X-Calibur, other than help him gain a pinfall?

Mark Perletta: I don't think Ron Bailey did that for the benefit of X-Calibur...

X-Calibur turns back to the ring and slides in, as the referee checks on Dragon. The referee signals to Josephina and calls her over.

Landon Savage: What's going on in the ring?

Mark Perletta: I'm not sure, but I don't think I've seen Strong Style Dragon move since that X-Terminator...

After a few seconds, the bell sounds, and Josephina raises the microphone to her lips.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Tod Carson has called this match off due to the inability to continue on the part of the Strong Style Dragon! Therefore, your winner... at 1 fall to 0... and NEW Tao of Valor Champion! X-CALIBUR!

Mark Perletta: Oh this is a shame... not like this...

Looking confused, X-Calibur looks over at Josephina, then at the referee, then down at Dragon, confused and shocked. He then walks over to the edge of the ring, staring up the ramp, pissed off at what Ron Bailey has just done. The referee comes up behind him and hands him the Tao of Valor Championship belt, which is now rightfully his. The show closes as X-Calibur throws the Tao of Valor belt over his shoulder and takes one last look at Dragon before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp.