Pre-Taped Vignette

The altar was resplendent. Created by the hands of the man who now kneels before it,it is a testament to the beauty of sorrow.

Festooned in wreaths of dead corn husks and cobs of black and yellow indian corn. In the center there rests a crucifix built of twigs and wrapped in a vine of thorns. Black candles burn apon the altar and the dark wax drips down apon the open palms of the man who kneels before it. He's muttering hushed prayers to himself,although quiet the words seem passionate and strong as they flow from his tongue.

Finally the man raises his head...and we are graced with a glimpse of his face. But there in lies the problem,there is no face to be seen.

There is only The Mask. It's a horrid creation of black & brown leather and bits of metal plating and copper screws. Layers of white medical stitch runs along it's length in places,especially at the cheeks. The only part of this man's face that is not covered by The Mask is his mouth and chin. But by the look of those features,you almost wish they were covered. The man's mouth is a ruin. It looks as if his lips have been ripped off completely. All that remains is the stark white of his teeth,which show at all times. A bit of black stubble grows on the scar tissue of his chin. Where the left eye-hole of the mask should be there is only a copper plate bolted down firmly. Yet from the right eye-hole there glares a lone and almost pitiful cobalt blue eye. As the view rotates taking in every aspect of The Mask we see that parts of the rough leather seem sewn right into the flesh that lies underneath. Finally the shot rotates to the back of this man's head,where the final nail in the coffin rests. It's a rusty yet powerful lock that forces The Mask clamped shut at all times. The purpose of the lock is to prevent removal. So this man could not remove The Mask from his head even if he wanted to. It was meant to remain with him for eternity. A curse for him to bear until the end of days. Who would create such a perverse item and have the gall to place it apon another human being?

For the time being that remains a mystery. The man seems to complete this holy rite and he rises to his feet. He spins on his heels to face the LEGACY camera that is filming him. The Dark Man is wearing a full charcoal gray three-piece suit with black pin-stripes. He takes a step forward,his broad form looming over the altar. The boot heels of his sharp-toed Durangos click apon the marble floor. As the pale light glows apon his Mask we see that one cobalt blue eye gazing out from a dark hollow. An eye that struggles to be beautiful despite the hideous mask that surrounds it. The Dark Man's hair is a long silky black shade,like a fine woven spiderweb. He stretches out his arms,the palms open. He head tilts to the side as he gazes forward.

Just then his voice flows out,and it's charm is undeniable.

The Dark Man: LEGACY, I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I've allowed the cameras to document my daily prayer in hopes that you'll have a better understanding on just how much religion means to me. I've pledged my soul to He Who Walks Behind The Rows.

The Faith of that pledge and the love that comes with it is enough to latch a proverbial gauntlet of strength onto my arm.

He raises his right arm upwards,displaying a gray glove on his hand that reaches up to the forearm. He clenches his fist and nods his head in satisfaction.

The Dark Man: It is my purpose to Redeem. Think of me as LEGACY's personal angel of death,come to grant a merciful end to sinners abroad. My very core burns with regret and sadness over the fact that some people go through life believing in nothing,what a hopeless way to live!

I ask only that you accept He Who Walks Behind The Rows into your heart,and become my friend in doing so. If you deny this gift,you will remain my enemy. I ask so little of you LEGACY,will you not listen to reason?

The man begins to walk a little further along and we see the main interior of this massive Cathedral. The walls and stained glass windows are decorated with strange cabalistic symbols,seeming to hint that there is something not quite right about this Dark Man's religion. He comes to one of the pews and hunkers down,reaching forward and taking an ancient book into his hand. He raises it to the camera,then hugs it close to his chest right above the heart.

The Dark Man: Scripture of the Crop,it tells all you could ever hope to know about He Who Walks Behind The Rows and His origin. It tells of serving The Gray,which is the middleground between Good and Evil. This tome is a wonderful tool for learning HIS will! I've read it through multiple times,and being a priest who serves HIM and The Gray I've come to memorize almost every passage. Allow me to quote one of my favorites,won't you?

He clears his throat and recites the following passage.

"Sacrifice onto HIM the blood of thine enemies,and He will taste of the ichor. Those who are wicked shall plunge into his belly,and from his body a great field of corn will sprout into existence. For the corn is His refuge,and the soil is his home." - Book of Samael.

The Dark Man falls silent for a moment,seeming to contemplate these words. When he speaks again,his tone is somber and nostalgic.

The Dark Man: Many years ago I fled from the home of my abusive Father and into the corn fields of Gatlin Nebraska. It was there that I first came apon Him. His children stood in a circle all around the clearing,sickles in hand. They had made their sacrifices. An entire town with every parent slaughtered. That was what it took to appease Him! And the form He took...it was...awe inspiring..

The Dark Man stops halfway through and lowers his head.

The Dark Man: It seems I've getting ahead of myself. Such is usually the case when I speak about Him,I tend to ramble on for hours. I have much to thank Him for afterall. He delivered me from the evil of my Father. The man who put this thing apon me when I was just a boy...

He motions to the mask apon his face,fingers tentatively reaching up to grasp at the lock on the back.

The Dark Man: For all those left in the dark...I am Gray. Lucien Gray. Wolves took my face during childhood,and Father gave me this new face a year after. I've worn it ever since,not because I want to,but because I have no other choice.

He shakes the lock a little to show what he means.

Lucien Gray: But HE made me a promise! He told me if I sacrifice many brave souls to his hunger he will grant me the key to pull this wretched thing from my head. That's where you come in LEGACY...ripe ground for sacrificial lambs. I will take a vial of blood from every LEGACY opponent I defeat...and once I've gotten enough life's blood I'll finally be able to see my TRUE face. The one that lies beneath this false creation.

The Dark Man once more extends his hands and leans forward,dark silky hair hanging about his mask.

Lucien Gray: Now I've come LEGACY. And I've come to reap.

FIN.

No Limits Match

The LEGACY Vision crackles to life. Highlights of “Big Mean Bastard” Matt Towers’ short career thus far in LEGACY are shown. His Falling Towers chokeslam is shown being executed through the ranks of Legacy when “Smells Like Teen Spirit” by Nirvana begins to play. The lights dim down and a spotlight appears on the top of the entranceway. It doesn’t take long for the crowd to connect the dots and begin booing loudly as Matt Towers steps out from behind the curtains.

Mark Perletta: Here comes the biggest athlete in LEGACY, on the way to his biggest match in LEGACY.

Joey C: I’ve been waiting for these two giants to hook up ever since we bear witnessed to Matt Towers entrance into the ranks.

Landon Savage: You and about 95% of the people in the back, Joey. This is the battle of the seven-footers, and only one man tonight will reign as the ruler.

Mark Perletta: No count outs.

Joey C: No disqualifications.

Landon Savage: No Limits.

Dressed down in his black and yellow robe with the hood pulled over his face, Towers stands there as Mr. Togo and Shaun Sullivan stand beside him; one on each side of his massive frame.

Josephina Colbert: The following match-up is scheduled for one-fall... and it is for the NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP! Making his way down to the ring, is the challenger... accompanied by Shaun Sullivan and Mr. Togo... from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... weighing in at 415lbs... he is the “BIG MEAN BASTARD”... MATT...TOWERS!!!!!!

Mr. Togo is adorned in his usual, black tuxedo with a derby hat and walking cane. Shaun Sullivan wears a black and yellow Legacy t-shirt with jean shorts. Towers rises his arms high before he drops them, and yellow pyro explodes from both sides of the entranceway in a blinding flash.

Mark Perletta: How the HELL did this guy get pyro?!

Joey C: Haha. He probably threatened the entire production team on his way to the ring.

Mark Perletta: Given Towers’ track record with getting physical against much smaller non-athletes, I wouldn’t put it past him.

Landon Savage: He’s seven-foot, four-hundred plus pounds, folks. He can get or take anything he wants to.

They make their way down the ramp-way to the loud booing of the surrounding fans as small yellow flares light up along the path like candles lighting the way to the ring. Reaching the ring, Matt Towers reaches up pulling himself up onto the apron with the assistance of the bottom rope. He slips through the ropes and looks out at the sold-out crowd. Looking back at Mr. Togo, he signals for something. Looking back at the crowd, the “Big Mean Bastard” pulls back the hood revealing that evil trademarked smirk of his, when Mr. Togo slides a steel chair under the bottom rope. Climbing into the ring, Mr. Togo pulls the robe off of Towers, takes it out of the ring. Looking down at the steel chair, Matt Towers laughs... and then picks it up. The surrounding boos raise the roof of the arena as he stands in the ring in his black with his yellow trim one piece wrestling suit.

Joey C: Looks like Matt Towers wants to start this one off with a bang, folks.

Mark Perletta: Like a man of his size and strength NEEDS a weapon.

Josephina Colbert: And his opponent... weighing in at 314 pounds and standing at an even 7 feet tall... he is the No Limits Champion.... Issac... Entrrrrragian!!

Through the boos, a familiar guitar sound waves through the audience as the universally known opening chords of “Don’t Fear The Reaper” blast through the arena. Surprisingly enough, the fans in attendance cheer immediately. Once the drums (and alleged cow bell) hit, the ramp way starts to glow with pale white light Then, stepping out from behind the curtain is the dastardly duo of Issac Entragian and his mistress Elizabeth Gaunt hot on his heels, who is holding a steel chair of her own.

Landon Savage: Look at this! Another steel chair!

Mark Perletta: I guess both behemoths decided to try and up the ante at the start of this one.

Joey C: This is gonna be bloody. Very bloody.

Issac pauses for a moment at the top of the ramp, swinging his head back and forth slowly while
gazing at the crowd. The once surprising cheers slowly fade into passionate BOOS and loud jeering. The wide-brimmed hat upon his head casts dark shadows onto his face...and then he smiles. His mistress hands Isaac the steel chair, and the camera zooms in on that smile and
we see that every tooth in his mouth has been sharpened down to wicked little points. Having showcased his new smile Issac begins striding towards the ring with his duster swirling around him as he walks. He steps onto the apron and then lifts himself over the top rope with both legs.

Once inside the ring he plants a boot on the bottom rope to allow Liz entry. She slides in like a serpent and coils herself around one of Entragian's massive legs, gazing up at him with
sick admiration. Issac glares down at her with a cold smirk upon his face, taking time to reach down and caress her chin. They break this little stance and Issac removes his duster and hat, tossing them out to the timekeeper. Liz leaves the ring and the albino stands in the ring, with steel chair in hand. He stalks around the squared circle like a rabid jackal, eventually handing the No Limits Championship he wore proudly around his waste to the referee. After a few
moments, he reaches down to touch the ironwood club that is tucked into his belt, takes it out, and sets it down against one of the corners.

The bell then sounds, and both mammoth sized individuals circle each other with violent intent glimmering in their eyes. Each man holding their steel chair with a death grip. Isaac bats the chair against the mat here and there, trying to psych his opponent into making the first move. The challenger doesn’t take the bait though, and instead stares a hole through his opposition.

Joey C: Towers is dangerous enough without a weapon... never mind when he’s wielding a steel chair madly around the ring.

Mark Perletta: I whole-heartedly agree with you on that one, Joey. Towers is a scary, scary man. Yet, it just so happens that his opposition is equally as scary.

Landon Savage: Not a punch has been thrown yet in this match, and already we’re on the verge of seeing one of, if not both of these guys, bleed.

Finally stopping in his tracks, Towers charges up like a home-run hitter, and swings forward at Isaac. Isaac narrowly sidesteps the chair shot and...

... BANG!

Joey C: Oh SHIT!

Mark Perletta:: Joey!

Joey C: Sorry! It’s just... ah the hell with it... this is PPV!

Isaac retaliates with a THUNDEROUS one of his own, sending the crowd into a bloodthirsty frenzy!

Mark Perletta: Dear GOD! That was sick!

Joey C: Look at Towers! He is SMILING!

Landon Savage: Showing little effect from the devastating chair shot, Towers shakes his head at Isaac.

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

Mark Perletta: Yeah, something tells me there’s going to be a lot of that in this match.

Joey C: You can say that again, Marky.

Both men start circling one another once again, and the fans all start clapping and stomping their feet on the arena floor. Showing no signs of injury or even intimidation, Towers starts laughing across the ring at the defending No Limits Champion. Isaac nods his head, as if to say, “Yeah? There’s more where that came from.”

This time it is Isaac who swings forward first, but Matt Towers puts his chair up like a shield, blocking the chair shot completely. Shoving Isaac forward a little big, Towers reaches back and swings forward with his chair. Once again, Isaac sidesteps the monstrosity, and again...

...BANG!

Mark Perletta: SHIT!

Joey C: MARKY!

Mark Perletta: Oh dear... I apologize.

Landon Savage: Hahaha... you guys are too much.

Isaac LEVELS Towers with a second chair shot, this time reeling him back a few feet. Towers quickly shakes the cobwebs loose, and then starts laughing once again at his counterpart.

Mark Perletta: This guy is NOT... HUMAN...

Landon Savage: A normal man would’ve been down and out for the count after that chair shot, but not Matt Towers. His skull must be like a bomb shelter- thick, steel, and indestructible.

Once again laughing at his opponent, Isaac holds out a hand and tells him to “bring it”. Looking out at the crowd, Isaac shrugs his shoulders, and CHARGES forward with the steel chair in hand. Towers goes for another shield block with the chair, but Isaac was ready for this defensive maneuver and strikes Towers square in the gut with the top of the chair. Towers doubles over a bit, leaving himself exposed just enough for Isaac to follow up...

... BANG! Isaac connects square in the forehead of Matt Towers, and Towers stumbles backwards a bit. Before he can shake the cobwebs... BANG! Isaac rushes forward with another chair shot, and Towers stumbles back into the ropes. Towers drops the chair on the second chair shot, leaving himself completely vulnerable. Isaac strikes at the chance, and... BANG! BANG! BANG! Repeated chair shots to the face opens Towers’ forehead up, and blood slowly begins to trickle down onto the bridge of his nose.

Mark Perletta: Towers is bleeding already?! Good God...

Joey C: Told ya this one was gonna be bloody.

With Towers spaghetti legged, Isaac seizes this chance to dive into the opposite ropes. Charging off the rebound, Isaac yells with a loud war cry and SMASHES the steel chair so hard across Matt Towers’ face that the seat explodes into the air behind them and screws fly in every which direction, effectively clotheslining Towers to the outside of the ring.

Joey C: OH... EM... GEE!

Mark Perletta: That chair just exploded!

Isaac, while still holding the remnants of the steel chair he stands in the center of the ring, looks out into the crowd. Then, holding the demolished steel chair high into the air, he yells with an unbridled rage.

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

Landon Savage: And the first giant to go down, is Towers!

Mark Perletta: Yeah, and amazingly enough, he’s still conscious.

Joey C: He doesn’t look too happy, either.

Towers is on one knee on the outside with blood gushing from his forehead. Towers wipes some of it away from his face, and with his elbow resting on ring apron, he looks up with a quaking rage. Isaac smiles down at Towers, and tosses the rest of the chair to the side, motioning; “Bring it.”. Towers promptly gets up and wipes away some more blood from his face, as it cascades down the front of his mammoth sized body. Then pointing to Isaac, he wanders over to the time keeper’s table and starts man handling all of the personnel off of their chairs, including Josephina Colbert, sending her down to the floor by her hair in a fit of rage.

Mark Perletta: Come on!! That wasn’t necessary!!

Joey C: Isaac did it now. Towers is pissed and there is NO stopping him.

Throwing every chair he can find into the ring, Towers storms back to the area he was unceremoniously exited to and begins crawling underneath the ring. Pulling out a garbage can, filled with various weapons, Towers dead lifts it into the air and tosses it into the ring where folded chairs, steel pipes, barbed wire, and sheets of glass spill onto the mat.

Mark Perletta: Jesus... is that a sheet of glass?!

Joey C: Three, count ‘em, THREE sheets of glass, actually.

Landon Savage: I wonder if Andersen Windows is a sponsor?

As the fans roar with the carnage slowly building inside the ring, Isaac smiles and exits the ring on his own volition, and begins crawling under the ring as well. The fans roar maddeningly as Isaac pulls out a wheel barrow filled with a large chain, black bags of what can only be tacks, a cheese grader , and a half dozen or so florescent light tubes.

Crowd: “LIGHT-TUBES! LIGHT-TUBES! LIGHT-TUBES!

Mark Perletta: What the HELL?!? Who invited the florescent light tubes?!?

Joey C: Word is that the cheese grader and kitchen sink couldn’t make it.

Landon Savage: ...

Lifting the bottom of the wheel barrow up just enough so he can tilt forward and let the objects spill onto the mat, Isaac shakes it until all the contents are emptied.

Mark Perletta: The ring is literally COVERED with weapons! You can barely see the mat!

As Isaac carefully throws the wheel barrow into the ring and away from the light tubes, Isaac climbs up onto ring apron. Towers does the same on the opposite side of the ring and moments later they step through the ropes and charge at one another.

Crowd: “This-is-awesome!” *clap-clap-clap-clap-clap* “This-is-awesome!”

Landon Savage: Here we go, folks! The fight, as they say, is ON!

Isaac with a huge left, Towers with a huge right. Both men connect with their heavy hammers for fists. Towers now quickly becoming covered with his own blood, looks like a man possessed. Gaining the upper hand on Isaac, Towers knees Isaac in the gut doubling him over. Turning him around, Towers locks in a cobra clutch. Then, lifting Isaac up in the air, he throws him in such a way so that he spins in the air. Landing on some of the steel chairs he recently threw into the match, Isaac holds the back of his neck.

Towers drops to the mat, and the referee is there to make the count..

Mark Perletta: Believe it or not, this is the first pin attempt of the match, folks!

Landon Savage: I think that was the first MOVE, actually.

Joey C: And it was probably the LAST.

One!

Two!!

Isaac kicks out, getting his shoulders up from beneath the massive five-hundred pound frame of the Big Mean Bastard.

Mark Perletta: The way Towers tosses around a fellow member of the seven-foot club is ASTONISHING!

Getting up off the mat, Towers grabs a steel chair on the way up. Walking over to the part of the ring where Isaac dumped all of the weapons out of the wheel barrow, Isaac picks up a bag of the alleged tacks with his other hand and stalks toward Isaac who starts to get up off of the mat. Loosening the bag of tacks just a bit, Towers waits until Isaac turns around before he WHIPS it into Isaac’s face, who half-catches the bag, catching a few tacks to the face for his trouble, and then...

... BANG!

Towers charged forward with a VICIOUS chair shot to the bag of tacks, causing the entire bag to explode in Isaac’s face, cutting him all up and sending him to the mat from the impact of the steel chair!

Crowd: “OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!”

Mark Perletta: My GOD that was disgusting!!!

Joey C: Isaac has tacks sticking out all over his face!!!

Landon Savage: I wouldn’t be surprised if he swallowed a few on that one... good God!

Wiping blood off of his face once again, Towers looks around at the arena and raises his arms high in the air as if he were celebrating an early victory. Buying soem time to recover from the blood loss, Towers exits the ring and begins sifting through the abyss underneath the ring apron. This gives Isaac enough time to start recovering and pulling a few of the tacks sticking out near his eyes as he slowly starts crawling to his knees. Blood begins to trickle out of the cuts on his face, and Isaac uses the ropes to stand up completely. Suddenly, the crowd goes wild when Towers pulls out a table.

Towers carefully slides the table into the ring so as not to damage any of the light tubes laying on the mat near the edge of the canvas. Isaac still trying to recover from the tacked-up-chair shot, turns around and sees Towers slowly pushing the table into the ring, and climbing in directly behind it. Isaac takes this opportunity to walk towards the heap he dumped out of the wheelbarrow, and picks up an ironwood club mixed within everything.

Before Towers could get to his feet, Isaac jams the ironwood club into his ribs, causing the giant to yell out in pain. For a brief moment Towers gets onto his feet, but before he can unbend and stand up straight, Isaac smacks the ironwood club across his back, which causes Towers to fall to his knees in pain. Isaac lifts both of his arms high in the air, and SMASHES down again onto the back of Towers with the ironwood club. And again, and again, and again, until Towers is laying completely on his stomach, screaming in pain from the relentless smashing of the ironwood club.

Smiling wide and his sharpened teeth giving him a more than sinister look, Isaac tosses the ironwood club to the outside. Looking at the table that Towers set up in the middle of the ring, Isaac immediately makes a bee-line for it and exits the ring with it in his hands. He begins setting it up just on the outside of the ring. Looking out at the bloodthirsty crowd, Isaac shakes his head like he isn’t done, and from there, proceeds to place some of the glass florescent light-tubes onto the table.

Isaac climbs back underneath the bottom rope, and grabs Towers by his hair to get him to his feet. Then, he places his hand around Towers’ neck like he’s going to attempt a chokeslam.

Isaac tries to lift the 400-pounder to no avail, but Towers grabs Isaac by HIS throat, and both men try to choke the living daylights out of the other with the light-bulb covered table looking in on them rather ominously. Biting Towers’ hand with his sharpened tooth, Towers lets go of Isaac’s throat. Isaac points to the outside, goes to lift, but AGAIN Towers fights it. With a loud SMACK, Towers clutches Isaac’s throat with his hand, and the force of the unexpected goozle forces Isaac to let go of his opponent. Then, in fluid fashion, Towers lifts Isaac up into the air with all of his might, just barely getting Isaac over the top rope.

Isaac’s long legs catch onto the top rope however, and Isaac inadvertently falls down backwards with his head straight down... over the top rope... and down THROUGH THE FLUORESCENT LIGHT-TUBE COVERED TABLE!

Glass and wood shattered on impact as Isaac is spiked down through it all on his head. Isaac’s body lays motionless amidst the rubble- broken, bloodied, and with glass cutting him all up. The fluorescent powder that exploded into the air from the shattering tubes lingers in the air above Isaac for a moment as the fans jump from their seats in complete and utter pandemonium.

Landon Savage: FALLING TOWERS THROUGH THE LIGHT-TUBES AND TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!

Mark Perletta: MY GOD!!!! MY GOD!!!! FALLING TOWERS!!! FALLING TOWERS!!!!

Joey C: ISAAC IS DEAD!!!!!! HE LANDED ON HIS HEAD!!! BY GOD, ISAAC IS DEAD!!!

Crowd: “OH-MY-FUCKING-GOD!” *clap clap clap* OH-MY-FUCKING-GOD!”

Crowd: “THAT-WAS-SICK! THAT-WAS-SICK!”

Crowd: “Some-body call-9-1-1, somebody call! *clap clap clap* Some-body call-9-1-1, somebody call!” *clap-clap-clap*

From the blood loss he has undergone from since the beginning of the match, Matt Towers collapses to one knee as he looks on at Isaac Entragian in a pile rubble. He smiles in a fatigued manner, and forces himself back on his feet. Slowly climbing out of the ring, he looks down at Isaac and then at the crowd, motioning for the No Limits Champion to get up. After a few moments without a response going by, Towers reaches down and sifts through the broken glass and shattered wood and metal table legs. He pulls Isaac’s now bloodied hair upwards, and brings Isaac to a sitting up position.

With Isaac covered in the fluorescent powder, glass, and tacks from the earlier chair shot, Towers heaves with all of his might and brings Isaac to a standing position. Isaac leans completely on Matt Towers in order to stand, but Towers soon pushes Isaac into the ring with all of his might. Once again taking a moment to wipe blood from his own face, Towers shakes the wooziness away and crawls into the ring. With Isaac down on the mat, Towers arrogantly drapes an arm onto the champion in a backwards resting motion and counts in the air with his free hand.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR- ISAAC GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Towers angrily looks at the ref, stunned that the champion had enough in him to kick out of such hell.

Towers argues with the referee for a moment, grabbing him by the shirt and holding his three fingers up right in his face. Shoving the referee against the turnbuckle, Towers turns his attention back onto Isaac, who still hasn’t even attempted to get up since Towers drove him down to the outside with the Falling Towers chokeslam. Placing his boot directly into Isaac’s chest to add insult to injury, the referee begins to count again. But after only one, Isaac instinctively gets his shoulder up, showing everybody his gusto and will to survive the match.

Towers wipes the blood off of his face again, flinging it down right in Isaac’s face. After this, Isaac finally begins to stir, and he begins getting to his knees.

Mark Perletta: What, is Isaac a vampire? Only the taste of blood can resurrect him?

Joey C: He just might be, Marky. He just might be.

Landon Savage: I’m sorry, but I just can’t get that image of the Falling Towers through the bulbs and table. That was one of the sickest things I’ve ever seen in not only LEGACY but wrestling in general. The way Isaac was SPIKED on his noggin’... only on Pay-Per-View, folks.

Isaac holds the back of his neck as he sits on his knees, blood oozing down through his fingers, completely doubled over and in complete agony over the bump he just took.

Towers grabs another sack of tacks towards the area where the light-tubes were, and begins opening it. He throws some of its contents in all different directions, covering the scattered chairs and scarce portions of bare canvas with its razor-sharp contents. After emptying the bag, Towers reaches down and picks up a steel chair that was folded and resting on the canvas, unfolds it, and sets it in the middle of the ring. For the third time in the match, Towers grabs ANOTHER bag of tacks, and this time he carefully opens it, and pours it in a steady motion so that all of the tacks form a mound on the seat of the steel chair.

Grabbing Isaac by his blood-sodden hair once again, Towers positions the big man for a powerbomb in the direction of the unfolded steel chair with a mound of tacks on the seat and signals out to the crowd, who are already on their feet with anticipation.

Mark Perletta: Oh my God... he... isn’t going for what I think he’s going for...?!

Joey C: DEAR GOD...

Landon Savage: He’s gonna kill him!!!!

Before he can even try though, Isaac drops to one knee, and uppercuts the air with a nasty meat hooking low blow. Towers eyes bulge out of his head, and he simply stands there with his legs crossed and his hands on his privates.

Isaac gets to his feet and grabs Towers arm, pulling him towards him like he’s going for a fireman’s carry. With sheer strength, Isaac then lets out a raging scream... and LIFTS Towers into the air!

Joey C: He got him up!!!!

Landon Savage: I don’t BELIEVE IT!!!

Positioning his head towards the direction of the seat of the steel chair, Isaac DRIVES Towers down HEAD FIRST onto the tack-filled seat, FLATTENING the steel chair! Tens of dozens of razor-sharp tacks stick into the top and back of Towers head, sending even MORE blood trickling down his already crimson masked face.

Crowd: “LEG-A-CY! LEG-A-CY! LEG-A-CY!”

With the crowd chanting in unison again, Isaac falls to the mat amidst the hundreds, possibly thousands of tacks, with exhaustion.

Mark Perletta: If he could just drape an arm, he has this thing won!!!!

Landon Savage: Isaac looks like he’s taken too much damage himself... I don’t think we’re going to HAVE a winner here, folks.

Joey C: MATT! ISAAC! SOMEBODY! MOVE!!!

Almost a full minute goes by before Isaac rolls over, with tacks clearly seen sticking out from his back. A few feet from Matt Towers, who hasn’t moved, and Isaac begins crawling towards the challenger. After what feels like an eternity, Isaac manages to drape an arm over him.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE- NO!!!

Mark Perletta: He got a shoulder up!!!!

Joey C: That was CLOSE. TOO close...

Landon Savage: The brutality was MILLISECONDS from being over, folks. For the weak of heart... please bear with us. It’s almost over... it HAS to be!!

With both competitors completely exhausted Isaac sits on his knees for a moment, bleeding out of many wounds received from the ongoing match. Towers manages to muster up enough strength to sit up, and both competitors look at one another in the eyes. Isaac smiles wide and Towers shakes his head as if he cannot believe what he’s seeing. Looking down to his side, Isaac sifts through the remnants of the flattened steel chair and some tacks, and comes across a squared sheet of glass that was brought in earlier.

Towers grabs it with both hands, but just as he does so Isaac grabs the other side with both of his. Both competitors share another moment of looking at each other before a “tug-o-war” over the glass sheet ensues. Isaac tries to gain the advantage over the glass sheet by standing up, but Towers’ remaining strength proves to be too much. Pulling back rigorously, Towers wins the struggle and Isaac lets go of the glass.

With the momentum from the tug-o-war on his side, Isaac runs into the ropes. On the rebound, out of pure instinct, Isaac charges forward, lifts a boot up, and SMASHES the sheet of glass right into the face of the sitting Matt Towers!!!!

Crowd: “LEG-A-CY! LEG-A-CY! LEG-A-CY!”

Mark Perletta: I LOVE that chant!

With Towers flat on his back and his face cut up from the sheet of glass breaking in his face, Isaac drops to his knees, hooks both arms around a leg and pulls back for the count!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Mark Perletta: Thank God... I don’t know how much more my stomach could’ve taken.

Landon Savage: FINALLY!

Joey C: Looks like we finally know who the real ruler of the seven-footers is... and his name is... well, do your damn job Josephina!

Josephina Colbert: The winner of the match... and STILL the NO LIMITS CHAMPION... ISAAC.. ENTRAGIAN!!!

Mark Perletta: After that match... I don't think either of those two men will ever be the same... and honestly I don't think I will be either.

Landon Savage: And all you did was watch.

Joey C: This match was as brutal as I was expecting it to be, and I loved every second of it, and although I wouldn't want to be either of those two men right now, I definitely wouldn't want to be Matt Towers' next opponent.

Backstage

Walking along through the back halls of the arena that you’d expect from the reigning World Tag Team Champions, Gryffin Anselm doesn’t appear to have a care in the world, and James Win looks like he is doing his best to ignore the dozens of adoring fans who line the hall… who are apparently all invisible, because there are, in fact, no fans backstage, and no one is hassling The All Star for an autograph. To be frank, anyone who sees the champions appear disgusted by them. For a moment, James Win stops to eye a woman who is giving him a very disgusted look. Gryffin stops and waits a moment for Win to keep walking, and then he notices something out of the corner of his eye. Smacking Win on the shoulder with the back of his hand, Gryffin gets his tag team partner’s attention. Nodding down the hall, Anselm draws The All Star’s attention at the individual walking towards them. The camera spins around and we spot Calgary Carl walking in their direction, sucking on a Klondike bar, holding it in one hand and a light blue can of soda in the other. Gryffin lets out a quick chuckle and then decides to start a conversation.

Gryffin Anselm: Hey… hey you’re that Vancouver Vinnie guy, right?

The All Star starts shaking his head.

James Win: No… that’s Edmonton Eddie… not to be confused with Eddie E.

Gryffin Anselm: This IS a pay per view...

Carl takes a bite out of the Klondike bar, carelessly allowing some of the vanilla to get on his chin.

Calgary Carl: It's Carl. Calgary Carl.

Carl chuckles and snorts, spitting some vanilla out.

Calgary Carl: You know, like James Bond? Get it?!

Gryffin Anselm: Yeah, I get it. I see you like Klondike bars. What exactly did you do to get it?

Carl looks confused.

Calgary Carl: Huh?

Gryffin Anselm: Nevermind.

Carl is still thinking about what Gryffin was asking.

James Win: What’s that in your other hand?

Calgary Carl: This my friend... is a Crystal Pepsi! I found it in somebody's locker... can you believe it?!?! I didn't think they made this stuff anymore...

Carl twists off the cap, and takes an excessively long swig. He lets out an amazing belch, spraying some Klondike residue forward. Wiping his mouth and chin, he laughs.

Calgary Carl: Hey, who are you guys anyway? I don't remember seeing your faces on television before... are you...

Carl looks as if he's almost afraid to say it, in case he's wrong.

Calgary Carl: ... the floor sweepers?

Gryffin looks slightly annoyed.

Gryffin Anselm: I might not know your name, but what I do know is that you work as the ‘manager’ of that ass-less chaps Cowboy tag team… and so you might want to figure out who we are.

A look comes over Carl’s face as if he just realized something.

Calgary Carl: Hey! I KNOW someone who would know who you guys are!

Carl turns around for a moment.

Calgary Carl: Hey guys!

Allen Franks walks around the corner, wearing a red Montreal Canadians jersey, and a moment later Jerry Starr follows him, wearing a silk red and white Canadian colors dress shirt with matching white slacks, and black dress shoes. His hair is neatly tied back as he runs a hand through it.

James Win: Well, look who it is, Mr Serious and Mr. Angry, the not-so-ambiguously gay Canadian duo.

Franks and Starr look at each other for a moment, before back at their counterparts.

Jerry Starr: Well, *shoots Carl and his Klondike a glare*, I can't really speak for Carl, but... we're not gay.

Jerry looks back at Carl, and then at Gryffin.

Jerry Starr: Let me guess, Carl agreed to give you guys a blow job and in return you're giving us a shot at the titles?

Holding up a hand, Allen Franks interjects his opinion.

Allen Franks: Actually, there's not really any need for any sexual favors - oral or otherwise - for us to get a title shot. We did win at the pre-show, so we earned that opportunity.

Gryffin lets out another quick chuckle.

Gryffin Anselm: Wait, you guys beat a couple of guys on Friday night who, from the rumors I’ve heard, aren’t even going to be on the roster any more after tonight, and you think that suddenly makes you two the top contenders?

Anselm looks over at Win for a moment, an amused look on his face, and then he looks back at the Canuckin’ Cowboys, but before he can continue, Allen Franks speaks up.

Allen Franks: The only way I could see someone other than us being the number one contenders after tonight’s event is if Domination takes the belts from you, and then you’d be the number one contenders. I’m sure that’s probably going through your mind a lot lately.

Carl laughs.

Calgary Carl: Why are we talking about titles and number one contenders to a couple of floor sweepers? If we talk titles and contenderships... shouldn't we be talking to the champions?

Jerry makes an action with his hand and his throat as if to say, "Stop!".

Suddenly, Carl puts two and two together and nods his head.

Calgary Carl: Oh. *looking at Gryffin* I THOUGHT you were pretty big for a floor sweeper. You almost look like a Warlock from WoW.

Gryffin Anselm: WoW?

Anselm looks over at Win who shrugs, and then Gryffin looks back at Jerry Starr.

Gryffin Anselm: Where did you find this guy?

Jerry looks slightly embarrassed.

Jerry Starr: Um... you don't want to know.

Allen Franks shakes his head, trying to shake the lack of focus from his tag partner, Carl, and the champions in front of him.

Allen Franks: You know, for being the Tag Team Champions of the World, you're probably the sorriest, most unfocused bunch of hooligans I've ever seen. You think just because you have the gold and have some rich Eye-Talian thug supplying you money, women, and God knows what else, that when you see some hapless wide-eyed mark *Allen puts his hand up at Carl, meaning to say no offense* walking around in the back, that gives you the right to bully him?

Showing a brave side of the Canuckin' Cowboys gone unseen until now, Allen gets real close to James Win, almost face to face with him.

Allen Franks: Heck no. I don't stand for that type of stuff. I was raised better than that. So, you want to pick on someone? Pick on me and Jerry. Because we'll run circles around you before you even realize you're in a match. And then we'll take your titles and prove to the world why we're a team on the rise, and a team to be reckoned with.

Gryffin steps in front of Allen Franks.

Gryffin Anselm: A team to be reckoned with? Tell you what… as soon as you boys get the front office to name you the number one contenders… then we’ll ‘reckon’ with you. C’mon, James.

Gryffin walks off and after glaring at Franks for a moment, The All Star follows his tag team partner.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen our next match is set for one fall and is for the Tao of Valor Championship!

The fans let out a verbal showing of excitement, some of them clapping their hands during the cheers, and then they quiet down to hear who is coming out first, and "Severe Punishment" by Wu Tang Clan starts up over the speakers, and the boos begin to roll in.

Josephina Colbert: Introducing first… standing at 6 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 239 pounds… he is the Guaranteer of the Sure Thing… Ron! Bailey!

As his song continues, Ron Bailey walks out from backstage, a towel around his neck, just above the navy blue silk robe he is wearing, lined in orange trim. It’s reminiscent of what you would expect to see a professional boxer wear to a prize fight. As Ron heads down to the ring and passes by the cameraman, we see “The Sure Thing” written on his back in orange letters.

Mark Perletta: How fitting is that? He’s wearing a robe decked out in University of Florida colors, and that’s the school that made him quite a lot of money this year, winning both the NCAA Mens Basketball AND Football National Championships.

Landon Savage: Don’s sound so bitter, Perletta. You just wish you had his gambling prowess.

Mark Perletta: I won’t even try to deny it, and I’d love to have the bank roll of Ron Bailey to bet with, too.

When Ron Bailey gets to the bottom of the ramp, he walks over to the steel steps, walking up to the apron before ducking into the ring underneath the top rope. Once in the ring, Ron walks over to Josephina Colbert, turns around and, with his back to her, Ron unties the orange belt around his robe, letting it slip down off of his shoulders, down to his elbows. After taking the robe off to reveal orange and white MMA style shorts, Ron then turns around and hands it to her and then retreats to his corner and begins to stretch, facing the top turnbuckle. The music slowly fades out, only to be replaced by Nickleback’s “Side of a Bullet.” The fans begin to cheer, loudly.

Josephina Colbert: And his first opponent, standing at 5 feet, 9 inches! And weighing in at 179 pounds! Coming fresh off of a tour of the Orient! He is the Strong! Style! Dragon!

The Strong Style Dragon steps through the curtain, wearing his trademark white mask, with the black Chinese dragons swirling around the sides, with black small horns lining the top in a straight ridge aligned with his spine. He wears white tape all the way up his arms, and a pair of baggy white shorts, with black Chinese dragons swirling chaotically among them. His kickpads are solid white, whit black flames darting down the front of them. He marches down the ramp, with a purpose, slapping hands as he does so.

Joey C: Haha! Sucks to be him! He’s considerably smaller than both of them! Haha!

Mark Perletta: He has been the smallest man in every one of his matches, and that hasn’t stopped him yet!

Landon Savage: That’s right, Joey. Still, he’s facing two larger men tonight, and that could definitely be a huge disadvantage tonight.

Dragon slingshots over the top rope to his feet and glares at Bailey.

The arena lights go out, and a familiar voice cuts through the arena.

“Bow Down, Bitches...”

Suddenly, a familiar guitar riff pierces through the air waves.

“The LEGEND Has ARRIVED.”

A spotlight shines down upon the entrance ramp as the rest of the arena remains in darkness, as “Fistful of Steel” blasts its rhythmic and crushing guitar heavy sound through the crowd. X-Calibur stands with his head down, and his arms outstretched, wearing the Tao of Valor Championship proudly around his waist. Then, slowly looking up towards the ring, X nods his head with that trademark smirk of his.

Josephina Colbert: And their opponent, weighing in at 252 pounds and standing at 6 feet and 2 inches! He is the current reigning and defending Tao of Valor Champion! X-CAAAAAAAAALIBUR!

The rest of the lights in the arena come back on, and X stomps his feet and shakes his whole body out at the crowd to pump them up. Beating his chest and spinning around to everybody in the arena, X shouts as loud as he can to pump up the crowd. Pointing down at his Tao of Valor Championship, he points back to the ring and shakes his head “no”, signifying his defiance in the face of possible defeat. X continues to walk along the aisle way at a slow and deliberate pace, “bumping fists” with fans along the way. Excitedly taking his best selling “LEGENDARY PAIN” LEGACY t-shirt off, he tosses it out at the fans and sprints the rest of the way down the aisle and slides into the ring.

Landon Savage: X-Calibur is pumped up tonight, and he is focused!

Mark Perletta: Facing him alone would be a tall order for anyone tonight! And everyone here has to contend with an extra individual as well!

Joey C: It ain’t gonna be easy, that’s for sure!

Quickly climbing to the second turnbuckle, X raises a single fist in the air, as camera flashes glisten off of his championship and the stylish new digs he is sporting; which is his usual wrestling pants, only instead of the classic white and black alternating dragon designs he has one leg with a solid black color and a PINK dragon coiling down a sword and the other leg completely reversed with a solid PINK color and a black dragon. The design is very similar to the new back tattoo X had gotten a few weeks ago, only a lot more... pink. Completing the ensemble are his elbow pads with a “X” in the middle; which alternate in pink and black like both of his pant legs.

Mark Perletta: A rather odd color choice for X-Calibur!

Joey C: if by odd you mean…

Landon Savage: Eccentric!

Joey C: yeah, sure. That.

X unstraps the championship belt from his waist, takes one last look into the golden centerpiece... kisses it, and then hands it to the referee. Josephina Colbert slowly exits the ring.

Landon Savage: I don’t envy anyone in this match!

Mark Perletta: All three men are vicious competitors on their own! This should be a very fun match for us to watch!

The referee signals for the bell, as all three men glance back and forth at their two opponents. The Strong Style Dragon breaks the glancing first by moving to his right, toward Ron Bailey. Dragon fires off a knife edge chop to Bailey’s chest before Bailey can protect himself. Bailey responds with a hard right jab to the side of Dragon’s face. Dragon turns sideways and Bailey comes at him from the side, but Dragon drops to a knee to avoid the clothesline Bailey swings. X-Calibur catches Bailey under his outstretched arm and hip tosses him to the canvas!

Mark Perletta: Ron Bailey hasn’t made any friends with these two, and if I were a betting man I’d say that X-Calibur and Strong Style Dragon want to keep him out of the equation as much as possible!

Landon Savage: But that could play right into Bailey’s hand. He can let them both wear each other out before swooping in for the kill.

Dragon quickly grips X-Calibur’s left wrist as Bailey clutches his lower back. Dragon twists under X’s arm, and tightens the grip on the wrist. X quickly twists under Dragon’s arms and reverses the hold, grabbing Dragon’s wrist tightly. Dragon rolls forward immediately and kicks his right leg over X’s arms, rolling on a shoulder in the process he spins a full circle, kicking X in the back of the knee, X drops to a knee just as Dragon raises up into a headlock. The exchange receives a nice applause from the appreciative fans in attendance.

Landon Savage: It seems like every time we see the Strong Style Dragon he comes up with something new to use to keep his opponents, and us, off balance!

Joey C: Yeah, but that’s not gonna help him! Watch Bailey!

Bailey runs from behind Dragon and delivers a clubbing forearm smash to the back of the head! Dragon falls forward, releasing his hold on X-Calibur in the process. Bailey immediately turns to X, clubbing him on his back several times. X-Calibur quickly grabs the back of Bailey’s head and drops to both knees with a jawbreaker. Bailey turns around, as Dragon snaps off his knees onto Bailey’s shoulders with a hurricanrana that spills Bailey out of the ring through the ropes!

Joey C: Its not fair! They keep double-teaming him!

Mark Perletta: Only so they can have the match they want to have, Joey!

Dragon springs off his stomach quickly and pulls X-Calibur into a headlock again! X shoves Dragon off to the ropes, and snaps into Dragon with a shoulder tackle! Dragon hits the canvas hard, his momentum from running making the impact even harder. X rushes to the side, and Dragon quickly snaps off his back with a nip up and leapfrogs X-Calibur on the run! X ducks the leapfrog as Bailey makes it to his feet on the outside! X keeps his head down and dives through the ropes with a suicide dive onto Bailey!

Mark Perletta: That’s one way to make sure Bailey doesn’t get involved with the match they want to have with each other!

Landon Savage: This can’t be good for Bailey! Or X! Look at Dragon!

Dragon watches as both men make it to their feet and quickly springs over the top rope onto the apron. He leaps onto the top rope and leaps backward, backflipping! He rotates twice through with a double moonsault from the top rope onto both men, hitting so hard he rolls all the way through crashing his own back into the security barricade!

Landon Savage: The Strong Style Dragon just defied gravity!

Joey C: But at what cost to himself, huh?

X-Calibur is up first out of the trio and he pulls Bailey up by his head and rolls him into the ring. X follows quickly and drops an elbow on Bailey’s face turning to hook the leg for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Bailey kicks out, and X pulls him to his feet before sending him into the far corner. Dragon rolls himself into the ring under the bottom rope and starts to get to his feet as X rushes Bailey in the corner, going for a clothesline! Bailey runs out of the corner and ducks the clothesline attempt, making X collide with the turnbuckles chest first. Bailey continues his run and nails a jumping Muay Thai knee strike to Dragon’s chest! Dragon drops to a knee and Bailey pulls him up and whips him into X-Calibur, who has turned himself around, in the corner!

Joey C: Look at Ron Bailey! If you can’t make them like you, beat the crap out of them! Haha!

Mark Perletta: He does have things firmly in hand here, that’s for sure!

Bailey smirks at the jeering fans before running at both men in the corner! Bailey leaps off his feet and thrusts both knees forward, and Dragon swings his legs through the ropes just before the knees end up colliding with X in the corner! Bailey grabs X by the head and runs out of the corner, driving him down to the canvas with a bulldog! Bailey hooks both legs deep!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--!

Dragon slingshots over the top rope with a rolling senton over the ropes onto Bailey’s back to break the pinfall attempt!

Mark Perletta: Dragon just kept this match alive!

Landon Savage: And he did it in the style we have come to expect from him, completely out of nowhere!

Dragon pulls Bailey to his feet and drives a knife edge chop into his chest before grabbing his left wrist and whipping him toward the ropes. Bailey reverses the whip easily and Dragon comes rebounding off, ducking the incoming clothesline! Dragon rebounds again and leaps backward into Bailey, wrapping his legs around Bailey’s waist he pushes off the canvas and reaches back to deliver a bulldog from the wheelbarrow, but Bailey hooks his right arm under Dragon’s reaching left arm and hooks under Dragon’s left knee, pulling him off the body scissors straight up into a fireman’s carry!

Landon Savage: Ron Bailey has Dragon set up for the Sure Thing!

Joey C: Yes! Hit him with it!

Dragon rolls over Bailey’s shoulders, however, and hooks Bailey’s thigh, rolling him backward into a schoolboy!

ONE!

TWO!

X-Calibur has made it to his feet during the exchange and rushes into Dragon with a running Yakuza Kick, catching him flush in the face, breaking up the pin attempt!

Joey C: Wow! That had to have knocked a few fangs out of that lizard breath’s skull!

Mark Perletta: X-Calibur is trying to keep his title firmly in place, Joey!

X pulls Dragon up and sends him off the ropes! X doubles over and launches Dragon upward with a back body drop, but Dragon twists in mid-air, turning a full clip as he corkscrews his body, landing behind X-Calibur Dragon leaps upward onto X’s shoulders and rolls forward with a victory roll immediately!

ONE!

TWO!

T--!

X kicks out quickly, and Dragon rolls backward as Bailey makes it to his feet. Dragon hits the ropes and runs at X-Calibur as he gets up, and Dragon rebounds toward X, swinging into a flying headscissors, but Bailey catches Dragon by the head and runs the opposite way, and spins Dragon down with a swinging neckbreaker, as X swings through with him, driving more pressure down on Dragon’s neck!

Mark Perletta: A little bit of an unintentional double-team from Ron Bailey and X-Calibur, it would appear!

Landon Savage: Intended or not, it had to have ROCKED the Strong Style Dragon!

Bailey catches X with a boot to the gut and sends him into the corner. Bailey runs at X, and X ducks his shoulder down, launching Bailey up and over the top rope, crashing to the floor below! X quickly steps through the ropes and ascends the top rope. He measures Dragon up, who still clutches at his neck. X leaps off the top rope with a huge elblow drop!

Landon Savage: That’s his trademarked Hang Time Elbow!

Joey C: Is it really trademarked? Whatever, he just drilled Dragon with it!

X holds the side of his ribs after the landing, but quickly slides into a cover, hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

Dragon kicks out, just in time! X pulls Dragon up to his feet as Bailey gets up onto the apron on his own. X drives a right jab into Dragon’s face! Dragon responds with a loud forearm to the cheek! Bailey starts ascending the top turnbuckle, as X throws a second punch into Dragon’s face, his back to Bailey. Dragon responds with an even harder forearm shot before rushing past X and pushing Bailey’s legs out from under him, crotching him on the top rope.

Joey C: That’s no good! Ow!

Mark Perletta: Ron Bailey would have done the same, or worse, to the other challenger, and you know it, Joey!

Dragon starts up the ropes, but X comes behind him and pulls him off the ropes, nailing him with a hard punch to the side of the head. X starts up the turnbuckles himself, and Dragon quickly jumps up, dropkicking X in the back of the shoulders, sending him over the top rope, and X lands on the apron. Dragon quickly ascends the top ropes as X climbs up the turnbuckles behind Bailey.

Mark Perletta: This looks really bad for Ron Bailey!

Landon Savage: That’s no lie!

Dragon leaps onto Bailey’s shoulders, and X leaps forward, clotheslining Dragon as Dragon wraps his legs tightly around Bailey’s head! X clotheslines Dragon over, and Dragon hurricanranas Ron Bailey off the top rope, all three men lie on the canvas motionless as the fans rise out of their seats, clapping for the insane moment!

Landon Savage: Whoa! X-Calibur just took out the Strong Style Dragon while the Dragon was taking out Ron Bailey!

Joey C: Why do they both hate him so much?! Why?!

X gets to his feet first as Dragon rolls to his back, holding his neck. X grabs Dragon by the legs and wraps them up for the Texas Cloverleaf. X turns Dragon over onto his belly, and places his knee in the back of Dragon’s neck!

Joey C: Ron Bailey needs to get up! Now!

Mark Perletta: The champion has Dragon locked in his Legendary Pain! This cannot end well for Dragon!

Dragon audibly screams in anguish as his neck is being twisted oddly in this variation of the Lion Tamer and Texas Cloverleaf. Bailey lies motionless, having landed roughly on his head just moments ago. X leans back, cranking the hold on harder, and Dragon screams even louder!

Mark Perletta: Dragon has to tap!

Landon Savage: The pain he’s feeling right now has got to be intense!

Dragon reaches his arm up! X leans back harder! Bailey, meanwhile, rolls to his right, away from X and Dragon!

Joey C: Get up Ron! Stop this!

Dragon reaches his hand higher! He drops his hand, fingers first on the bottom rope! The referee taps X on the shoulder and informs him!

Landon Savage: Oh man! X was so close to making Dragon tap there!

Mark Perletta: The resilience of our former Tao of Valor Champion is incredible!

Joey C: Thank God! Ron needs to recover and take this thing back into his control now!

Bailey slowly gets to his feet, as Dragon rolls out of the ring, clutching his neck. X turns Bailey around and punches him in the side of the head. Bailey stumbles back, and X punches him again, and again, backing him to the ropes. X sends Bailey off the ropes! Bailey ducks a back elbow attempt, and Dragon pulls himself to his feet! Bailey hits the ropes close to Dragon and Dragon jumps up, kicking Bailey in the back of the head, causing him to stumble forward! X ducks down and pulls Bailey up into a fireman’s carry as Dragon springboards to the top rope! Dragon springs off and drives both feet onto the top of Bailey’s head with a springboard double stomp, before X falls into a DVD!

Mark Perletta: Just like the double team on Dragon earlier, another unexpected tandem maneuver on Bailey this time!

Landon Savage: That was sick! Bailey just had his head used as a pogo stick and then had it bounced off the canvas like a basketball!

Dragon rolls forward after the double stomp and before X can even float into a cover, Dragon baseball slides X in the side of the face. Dragon gets to his feet, cradling the back of his neck and head, before he guides X to his feet. Dragon ducks a wild swing, and quickly drives a dropkick into X's left thigh! X drops to his knee, and Dragon hits the ropes, running off he leaps and drives his knee into X’s face with a Shining Wizard, rolling through with a rolling senton onto Ron Bailey’s chest!

Landon Savage: Dragon just found a way to take both men with one move!

Joey C: Come on Bailey, damnit!

Dragon hooks both of Bailey’s legs deep!

ONE!

TWO!

T--!

Bailey kicks out. Dragon quickly helps Bailey to his feet and leaps up for a hurricanrana! Bailey rolls through the hurricanrana attempt and grabs Dragon by the back of his head, spinning him up to his feet, Bailey hooks Dragon in a guilotine! Bailey drops back into his version of the Ompalata!

Joey C: Odds-On-Favorite!

Mark Perletta: Another submission hold on Dragon’s neck! This can’t be good!

Dragon quickly rolls forward, but Bailey rolls back with him, the hold broken however, Bailey dives forward and drives his elbow into Dragon’s face! X pulls Bailey off of Dragon, and Bailey shoves X off of him with both hands, before exploding into X with a running forearm that drives X to the canvas as well. X rolls to his stomach, and Bailey drops in front of him into a front facelock, driving knee after knee after knee into the top of X’s head.

Mark Perletta: Ron Bailey has had enough of being the punching bag tonight, and he is definitely taking it out on X’s head!

Landon Savage: He’s in full control now, there is no denying that!

X rolls to his back, and Bailey gets to his feet, grinning devilishly as Dragon stumbles to his feet. Bailey boots Dragon in the abdomen and swings him upward onto his shoulders. Bailey spins around and drives Dragon down with a powerbomb onto X’s chest! Bailey pushes on Dragon’s legs, compressing his shoulders to the canvas!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--!

Dragon kicks out, rolling backward! Bailey drops to cover X, hooking his leg and planting his elbow in the side of X’s face!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

Landon Savage: Ron Bailey was so close twice just now to taking the victory!

Joey C: If he had pinned X-Calibur right away he might have won it right there!

Mark Perletta: Like Dragon before him, though, he found away to attack both of them at once! No wasted motion!

Bailey X to his feet and throws him up into a fireman’s carry! X rolls off Bailey’s shoulders, to his feet, and whips Bailey around and grabs his head with both hands! Bailey shoves X forward and then scoops him up as he rebounds off the ropes into a fireman’s carry again! Bailey pushes X off his shoulders, in front of him, and drives a knee into his face!

Mark Perletta: He just nailed X with The Sure Thing!

Lanond Savage: He’s got this!

Joey C: YES!

Bailey hooks both legs as the fans in attendance begin to boo, loudly!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--!

Dragon leaps forward and drives a running knee into the side of Bailey’s head, breaking the count at the same time!

Joey C: NO!

Mark Perletta: Wow! Dragon just kept Bailey from becoming the new tao of Valor Champion by a tenth of a second!

Dragon pulls Bailey to his feet and starts to whip him. Bailey reverses the whip, but Dragon keeps his grip on Bailey’s wrist and twists under Bailey’s arm before leaping up and driving an enziguiri into the side of Bailey’s face! Dragon quickly drops into the cover himself!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--!

Bailey gets his foot on the bottom rope!

Mark Perletta: That enziguiri came out of nowhere and it almost knocked Bailey completely out of this contest!

Landon Savage: And X-Calibur is still completely dazed from that Sure Thing from Bailey!

Dragon pulls Bailey to his feet and starts driving forearms into the side of his head. Bailey thrusts a knee up into Dragon’s gut, stopping the brutal onslaught for a moment, before driving forearms of his own into Dragon’s face. Dragon snaps his forehead into Bailey’s chest, unexpectedly, before driving more forearms into the side of Bailey’s head!

Landon Savage: They are just wailing away at each other!

Joey C: Ron Bailey has the clear size advantage, so this is nothing but good for him!

X pushes to his feet as Bailey and Dragon now just out right trade forearms. The fans cheer as every forearm lands on the side of Bailey’s face, and they boo as Bailey retaliates! X quickly runs between the two, hooking them by their heads as he passes, and he runs up the nearby turnbuckles! He flips backward and drives both men down with twin Shinobis, also known as Sliced Bread #2’s!

Mark Perletta: X just nailed them both with Sliced Bread Letter X!

Joey C: Slided Bread 10? Ya know, Roman numerals?

Landon Savage: The important thing is X hit both of them with it!

X rolls onto Bailey, and hooks the leg deep!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

Bailey kicks out. X sees Dragon roll to his side, and pulls Dragon to his feet. Dragon clutches the back of his neck, and X hooks Dragon on the side, grapevining his legs for a side Russian legsweep. Dragon grabs the ropes, stopping X from driving Dragon to the canvas, and X starts clubbing Dragon on the back. X whips Dragon off the ropes. Dragon ducks a clothesline as Bailey gets to his feet. Bailey runs at X’s back as Dragon springs off his feet into a jumping calf kick to X’s face, as Bailey springs and drives a Muay Thai knee strike to the back of X’s head! X crumbles to the side!

Joey C: Ron Bailey just blasted X in the head! Yes!

Mark Perletta: I think you’re forgetting to mention that Dragon drove his calf into X’s face at the same time!

Dragon pushes off his feet and quickly leaps into Bailey with a cylcone kick, driving his shin into Bailey’s face!

Mark Perletta: That’s the Dragon’s Breath! Without the red mist, but it’s the exact same kick!

Landon Savage: If he can cover him, he’ll be a two-time Tao of Valor Champion!

Dragon hooks both legs deep!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--!

X lunges forward and drives his elbow into the side of Dragon’s head, breaking the count at the last second!

Joey C: Yes! At least now Bailey still has a chance, a good chance at that!

Landon Savage: All three men still have a great chance! No one is giving an inch!

Joey C: Yeah, whatever.

X pulls Dragon to his feet, and starts raining punches down on the side of his head. X hooks Dragon in a front facelock and thrusts him upward to place him on the top turnbuckle, seated there. X ascends up after him and hooks him for a superplex! Dragon fires forearms stiffly into X’s ribs, before planting both hands on X’s face and shoving him! X crashes to the canvas, hard! Dragon pushes himself to stand on the top rope and he leaps off, spiraling through the air as he flips forward, landing with his back on X’s chest with a corkscrew body splash!

Mark Perletta: Dragon Attack!

Landon Savage: Dragon is on a roll! And Bailey is down still!

Dragon rolls to his chest and hooks both of X’s legs, rolling to place his back on X’s chest again, for a deep cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--!

Bailey leaps forward and drives a foot into the side of Dragon’s head, breaking the count!

Joey C: There you go, Bailey!

Bailey pulls Dragon up and holds him by the side of the head before he starts driving headbutt, after headbutt, after headbutt into the back of Dragon’s neck! Bailey hooks Dragon for a suplex, and snaps him up! But Dragon kicks his legs and slides down Bailey’s back! Bailey turns around! Bailey turns around and kicks Dragon in the gut, dropping quickly into the Ompalata again! He gets it completely locked in!

Landon Savage: There’s the Odds-On-Favorite, this time he has it securely locked!

Joey C: YES! YES! YES!

Dragon can be heard crying out in agony, and Bailey tightens his muscles, applying more pressure on Dragon’s neck!

Joey C: He could tap right now! If he’s smart he will!

Mark Perletta: We have not seen him submit yet, and he has been locked in this before! I hope he can stand it now, this late in the match, after so much has already been done to his neck!

Dragon reaches his arm up, in the center of the ring! X pushes to his feet and quickly runs, dropping his elbow on Bailey’s face just as Dragon’s arm starts to descend!

Mark Perletta: I think we almost saw Dragon submit!

Landon Savage: But X-Calibur has managed to stop that from happening!

Joey C: NO!

Mark Perletta: All three of these men have got to be pulling anything they can now!

Landon Savage: I don’t even know how they’re continuing with all the heavy artillery they’ve thrown at each other so far!

X pulls Dragon to his feet and whips him into the corner! X rushes Dragon and drives a clothesline into Dragon’s face! Dragon slumps down, as Bailey gets to his feet, looking more angry than hurt by the elbow to his face moments ago! X backs up right into Bailey, who hooks him in a waistlock! Bailey snaps back, driving X onto the back of his head with a high German Suplex!

Landon Savage: I don’t think Bailey is done dishing out the punishment just yet!

Joey C: Good! Now get Dragon!

Bailey turns just as Dragon runs out of the corner! Dragon swings himself through a tilt-a-whirl, catching Bailey’s head and swings through into a huge DDT! Bailey bounces off the top of his head!

Joey C: No! Damnit!

Mark Perletta: Something tells me that wasn’t quite what you had in mind, Joey.

Joey C: Shut up!

Dragon pushes to his feet, as X does the same. Dragon turns around, bumps right into X, who almost instinctively grabs him by the head and drops quickly with the X-Terminator!

Landon Savage: X-Terminator!

Mark Perletta: Out of thin air!

X hooks both of the Dragon’s legs deep!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The arena explodes into cheers while the referee signals for the bell, as X-Calibur rises to his feet! “Fistful of Steel” by Rage Against the Machine hits the airwaves again, and X happily takes the Tao of Valor Championship from the referee.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner, at a time of 38 minutes and 53 seconds! And STIIIIIIIILL TAO OF VALOR CHAMPION! X-CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALIBUR!!

X rolls out of the ring, elated, and he starts to slap hands with several fans at ringside, while Bailey gets to his feet. X starts up the ramp, unaware of Ron Bailey getting to his feet. Bailey hovers over Dragon before dropping and raining down punches on Dragon’s face. Bailey reaches his fingers into the eyeholes of Dragon’s mask! He starts pulling his hands out, tearing at the mask! The fans turn from cheering to booing immediately!

Mark Perletta: This is uncalled for, Bailey! You lost, leave it at that!

Joey C: He might have lost the match, but he will make sure Dragon walks away without any dignity!

Landon Savage: This was going to happen sooner or later!

X turns to see why the fans have stopped cheering and he sees what is going on in the ring. As he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, he gets to his feet just as Bailey rips the mask off. Ron feels the Tao of Valor Champion in the ring behind him, so with the mask in his hand, Ron dives out of the way and rolls out of the ring. For the first time, the camera focuses in on the unmasked Strong Style Dragon revealing him to be…

Landon Savage: CADE SYDAL!?!?

Mark Perletta: What the hell?!

Joey C: What’s he doing here?!

X is frozen in place as he looks down and sees Cade Sydal lying there. Outside the ring, Ron Bailey strolls backwards up the ramp, not exchanging words with the fans as he usually does. Instead, he watches the scene in the ring as X looks down at Cade, with disbelief etched clearly on his face. Slowly X backs away, not sure how to react further, and at this point Ron Bailey is at the top of the ramp, hoisting Strong Style Dragon’s mask into the air as if it were the Tao of Valor Championship belt itself.

Backstage

Backstage now, a man in a pair of dark blue jean, and black leather jacket is seen walking through a white walled hallway. His head is balled, but covered by a backwards facing black Volcom cap. Just in front of him, Andrew Kelley spots him approaching.

Andrew Kelley: (To himself.) ...Mike Dexter?"

Dexter, now recognized continues walking, looking around. He puckers his lips, and stops beside Kelley, thinking. He looks around one more time, and turns to him.

The Dexecutioner: Where, in the fuck, is Smith Cartwright's office?"

Kelley, stunned by the sudden words, only points down the hall way.

Andrew Kelley: Uh.. Uh... Down... The hall. Left I think."

Dexter looks at Kelley a second, rolls his eyes, and continues walking.

The Dexecutioner: Down the hall he says... No shit. (Shaking his head.)"

Kelley watches him, snaps back into reality and hustles up behind him.

Andrew Kelley: Uh, Dex, if you don't mind me asking... Why are you looking for Smith Cartwright's office?"

Dex stops, and spins around.

The Dexecutioner: To give him my signature. He's a big fan I hear."

Dexter, annoyed, rolls his eyes again then turns around continuing walking. Kelley follows him.

Andrew Kelley: Weren't you fired from that other organization like… two weeks ago?

Dex does his best to ignore the comment.

Andrew Kelley: That's his office there."

Kelley points at a door with SMITH CARTWRIGHT on a big black nameplate plastered on it.

The Dexecutioner: Oh, I thought it was the next one."

Dexter chuckles, shaking his head again. He pushes the knob down.

Andrew Kelley: -...Mr. Cartwright might be..-"

The Dexecutioner: (Mumbling as he pushes the door open.) ...What a dumbass."

Kelley stops following him as the white door closes in his face.

Andrew Kelley: -...busy."

Now inside, Cartwright has a cellphone up to his ear.

Smith Cartwright: I'm sorry to have to leave a message like this on voicemail, but it wouldn't have been necessary if you had shown up tonight. The front office was talking yesterday, and LEGACY won't be needing the services of either of your three clients anymore. If Long Island Hardcore decides they want another shot at gaining the LEGACY World Tag Team Titles, give us a call and we can discuss the contract terms. Ball's in your court. If you have any questions, I believe your management company has our number. Thanks.

Smith Cartwright hangs up the phone, and lays it down on his desk, looking up at his door opening.

The Dexecutioner: (Walking in) ...Cartwright I'm assuming?

Smith Cartwright: Hey, Mike, great timing.

Smith gets up and shakes his hand.

Dexter obliges, shaking his hand.

The Dexecutioner: Absolutely great timing actually. I was thinking that stint in Vegas might have left me jobless and suspended from wrestling again. Thanks for the call. You have something for me to sign?

Cartwright opens a drawer on his desk, and pulls a manilla folder out. He opens it, and slides it across his desk. Dexter, having a seat, slides it closes and peels through it. He skims over everything, and looks around for a pen.

The Dexecutioner: I've been meaning to ask you something... Why'd you call me? I'm sure you're more than aware of my reputation. I'm impossible to work with they say.

Smith Cartwright: We've worked with a number of people who are "impossible to work with". Some of them are, some of them aren't. From what we've heard, you've changed a bit in the past year, and we're willing to give you another shot even if other people aren't.

Dexter chuckles some, recovering a pen in his inside jacket pocket. He starts scribbling over various places on the papers in front of him.

The Dexecutioner: Changed? Of course. Conformed to the lifestyle people say I should? Nah. I'm sure you've been told what I'm about, and that's wrestling. If you're trying to sell DVD packages with my face on the cover? With my attitude, people may not buy. I'll tell you what though, since you're letting me in, I'll do what I do best. Cause controversy, and with style. I'm not a liked guy, and I don't expect to be... But in the ring? I'll get you all the attention I can.

Smith Cartwright: You aren't the first guy on the roster who would describe himself like that, and I'm sure you won't be the last.

Dexter finishes with the folder, and closes it up, he looks up at Cartwright.

The Dexecutioner: I'm sure I'm not, and I'm positive I won't be. Just remember you said that though. (Dexter grins refreshingly.) It's going to be fun Smith. Heh."

Cartwright extends a hand, standing up with Dexter simaltaneously. Dexter chuckles to himself and turns around, walking out the door leaving Cartwright there with his hand out. Cartwright narrows his eyes as the door shuts.

Rage in the Cage

An old black and white snap shot of Jake Dominion and Crash hanging out backstage.

As a slow sliding guitar solo rings out the picture snaps to color and to live action. Crash and Jake laughing backstage preparing for their tag match against the Syndicate. Jake tosses a few Rockstars and the
action comes to a stop.

The drums kick in, rolling, thumping, building. And we hear Chris Cornell's vocals from Soundgarden's " The Day I Tried to Live"

"I woke the same as any other day
Except a voice was in my head"

A shot of Crash, smirking, evil intent in his eyes.

"It said... Seize the day, pull the trigger, drop the blade
and watch the rolling heads"

Crash and Dominion head to the ring for their tag title match at Call to Arms.

"The Day I tried to Live"

Crash reaches and makes a desperate tag, a quick flash.

"I stole a thousand beggar's change"

Dominion runs and makes the save for Crash

"And gave it to the rich"

Crash LEVELS Dominion from behind.

"The Day I tried to Win"

Crash laughs evilly.

"I dangled from the powerlines"

Gryffin hoists Jake up for the Devastator.... Quick zoom on Crash who watches with wide eyed pleasure.

"And let the martyrs stretch singing:"

That shot of the two men, once friends... enjoying each other's company. Having fun. Being friends. It shakes violently and rips apart.

"One more time around (might do it)"

Crash drops an opponent with a stiff clothesline.

"One more time around (might make it)"

Jake Dominion sprinting to the ring. Slides in and shakes the ropes while hopped up on rockstar.

"One more time around(might do it)"

Crash nailing the Aero Zeppelin Driver.

"One more time around (might make it)"

Jake delivering a sick Ice Breaker.

"One more time around (might do it)"

Crash and Jake eye to eye. Jake winds up and swings, but before he makes contact we flash to white and then to the torn picture...

two friends.

now enemies.

"One more time around... The day... I tried to live"