"Believe"

We open to deserted streets. No traffic. No Pedestrians. Its surreal. Suddenly a lone child on a black razor scooter whips by us at a frentic speed. We zoom after him. From every house we hear a call and answer chant very familiar to Penn State fans:

Crowd: "WE - ARE"

Crowd: "LE-GA-SEE"

The boy ditches his scooter and runs up the steps to his home. The chant continues

Crowd: "We - ARE"

Crowd: "LE-GA-SEE"

He dashes into his house and gets to the television room where his family is gathered around the television. Excited. Glued to their set.

Family: "WE - ARE"

Crowd: "LE-GA-SEE"

FLASH to a shot of X-Calibur walking down subway steps.

FLASH - Isaac Entragian entering a car his No Limits Title on his shoulder

FLASH - Diabolik sitting at a bus stop waiting to catch a ride to the show. Tag titles on their waists.

FLASH - Loco Martinez on the back of a flat bed truck with the Legacy World title inside his trophy case, Arch Angel and T.Rex flank the case. Loco leans against it cockily.

Crowd: "WE - ARE"

Crowd: "LE-GA-SEE"

We the screen split into quarters as well follow each of Legacy's champion's towards the arena. The Crowd continuing to chant... the fervor building. And as the men reach the arena there's a flash inside the arena for the waiting crowd chanting:

Crowd: "WE - ARE"

Crowd: "LE-GA-SEE"

Behind the chant we hear the opening to the Bravery's "Believe".

"The faces all around me they don't smile they just crack
Waiting for our ship to come but our ships not coming back"

A shot of a focused, stone faced Ray Willmott going through his pre-match loosening up.

" We do have time like pennies in a jar
What are we saving for"

John Thomas standing in the ring awaiting an oponent mockingly looks at his wrist where a watch would be.

"What are we saving for"

Gigantus Awesomo brutalizing Ezekiel Caine... morphs into Damien Black standing tall over a beaten and bloodied Awesomo.

"There's a smell of stale fear that's reeking from our skins.
The drinking never stops because the drinks absolve our sins"

A shot of a drunken Tim Jones getting his knee destroyed by Percy Wright.

" We sit and grow our roots through the floor
But what are we waiting for?"

In the ring Stephen Rawlings awaits an opponent. Focused. Determined.

"What are we waiting for?"

The music explodes and we get a flurry of action. Fast paced. Violent.

Loco Dropping down with some "Happiness" on an opponent. Cronos Diamante Running and burying his knee into Diego de Cardenas. Matt Towers lifting and driving an opponent to the mat with a chokeslam.
Gryffin Anselm dropping an opponent with the Devastator. X-Calibur dropping an opponent with the X-Terminator.

" So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breathe"

Jake Dominion breathing heavily... getting to his feet slowly, sizing up Crash.

" And I need something more"

X-Calibur with the Tao of Valor.

"To keep on breathing for"

Isaac with the No Limits.

"So give me something to believe"

A shot of the rest of the Legacy roster, center of the ring in an
empty arena... Hungry.

"Something's always coming you can hear it in the ground
It swells into the air"

Diego standing on the top rope jumps, and morphs into Justin Moreno flipping, morphs into Greg Alloca, morphs into Ray Wilmott going for his 450.

"With the rising
Rising sound"

We see the crowd... and start to hear them. Screaming. Chanting.

"And never comes but shakes the boards and rattles all the doors
What are we waiting for"

A shot of Devastation returning to a Legacy ring. Becomes Mike Dexter signing a contract, and we're left with Ron Bailey ripping off Strong Style Dragon's mask revealing: Cade Sydal.

" So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breath"

A bloodied Loco Martinez struggles to his feet. Becomes Crazy Boy standing in the middle of the ring with a fire in his eye.

" And I need something more"

X-Calibur standing, confidently, with the Tao of Valor wrapped around his waist.

" To keep on breathing for"

Diabolik hoisting their tag titles for the world to see.

" So give me something to believe"

Isaac Entragian shark toothed smirk is shown as he looks down at his No Limits championship.

I am hiding from some beast
But the beast was always here"

Isaac is now hoisting an opponent and dropping him across his knee
with his gut buster.

" Watching without eyes
Because the beast is just my fear"

Damien Black making his entrance into Legacy for the first time at Destined for Greatness. Purely evil intentions in his smirk.

" That I am just nothing
Now its just what I've become"

Crash pistoning rights and lefts into Jake Dominion from their cage match.

" What am I waiting for
Its already done"

Loco Martinez walks solemnly to his trophy case. John Thomas meets him, and they ceremoniously put the Legacy World title into the case.... and as they lock the door we explode into the chorus:

" Oh...."

" So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breath"

Moreno beating the hell out of Marcus Marion. The Canuckin' Cowboys hanging backstage. Ron Bailey suplexing Strong Style Dragon.

"And I need something more"

An empty Legacy ring.

" To keep on breathing for"

A shot of Legacy's champions from earlier... arriving to an arena. X-Calibur walking with the Tao of Valor Title, Isaac driving himself with the No Limits belt on his shoulder. Diabolik getting to the arena on an empty bus, hopping off with their titles in hand. And Loco Martinez pulling up in a flatbed truck with Arch Angel, T.Rex, and the trophy case.

and as they pull up. they look to the main entrance of the arena.

"So give me something to believe"

The entirity of the Legacy roster stands there. Waiting. Hungry.

The atmosphere in Diabolik's lockeroom is a calm one. Big Lou is off to the side speaking to the World Tag Team Champions, Gryffin Anselm and James Win. As the camera moves in for a closer listen, Lou pushes the camera out of his face and yells at the camera man to get back or else. Noticing immediately that he's gotten the attention of an angry Gryffin Anselm, the camera man moves away and begins focusing in on the card game between Crash, Tino and Giovanni.

Crash: Either of you two got a light? My zippo is all out of fluid.

Both men shrug their shoulders. They don't smoke.

Crash: Shit. I'll get it lit.

Crash continues trying to get the flint lit so he can light one of his 30 dollar Dominican cigars. Just then the door swings open to the lockeroom, startling everyone in the room. Justin Moreno storms in and slams his hands down on the poker table. He's dressed in his Halloween costume for the night. A giant can of bug stray with a large red "X" over a locust. His wife stands nervously in the doorway dressed as a fly-swatter.

Justin Moreno: I've got some things I need to say to you.

Moreno pauses. Crash has gotten his cigar lit and looks up at Justin. He begins laughing slowly at first but it than turns into alot more laughter. He tries fighting back the laughter and tears, trying to act serious.

Crash: Oh yeah? Whats that?

Moreno looks around the room eyeing everyone up, seeing who's ready to pounce. He turns his attention back to Crash with a disgusted look on his face.

Justin Moreno: Dude, who the hell do you think you are after that stunt you pulled in the World Title match?

Crash puts his hands up defensively, still laughing.

Crash: Hold up, who do you think you are coming in here like that? A grown ass man in a Halloween costume? Any of your Moron-oholics ever tell you look like a complete asshole?

Crash composes himself and motions for Tino and Giovanni to take a walk. They stand up, keeping their eyes on Moreno, walking away from the poker table. Crash pauses a minute before he continues in a more serious tone now.

Crash: Now than. Who the hell do you think you are, questioning what I do? Is your name Smith Cartwright? Are you some kind of authority figure in LEGACY? I think not Justin. So don't worry about why I did what I did. If anything, you should worry a lot about yourself. Coming around here dressed like a can of bug spray tells me your just some pussy-whipped douche bag who's testicles are kept in a jar in your old lady's possession. You’re a young man who doesn't know a thing. Back off from questioning me. You don't want any of this. Ask Dominion.

Justin Moreno: First off, I may look like a complete goof, but as all the Moreno-holics out there know, when I lace up those boots, all joking goes out the window. You obviously can't get over the fact that Jake beat you fair and square in that ring, so your solution is to screw him out of the World Title? All that did was prove just how scared and threatened you are by Jake. You're like the playground bully around here and it's about damn time somebody stood up to you. And guess what, dude? I'm gonna be the guy that steps up! I am so sick of people like you thinking they can get away with this crap and I'm gonna prove to you that it doesn't always take the biggest dog in the yard to stand up to the big, bad rottweiler, even if I gotta take down the Rottweiler's cronies to do it!

The last comment in the room gets the attention of all its current inhabitants. Crash looks around, smiling, toking on his cigar. He leans back in his chair, his hands behind his head, relaxing.

Crash: You’re not the brightest person are you? What should I expect from someone from a surfer town, right? Why I screwed Dominion is none of your damn business. It’s Diabolik business, and the last time I checked, you’re not a member. So layoff or else you’re not making it out of this lockeroom, ya dig?

Crash leans forward from his relaxed position and looks around Justin. He notices Allison Moreno
standing in the doorway and focuses his attention on her.

Crash: I think this is the part where your skank ass should come in here and take lil' Justin from this
lockeroom or else he's gonna get seriously hurt.

Crash's tone turns slow and mocking.

Crash: Liiiikkkkke, noowwwww!

Justin then grabs a nearby bottle of Killian's Irish Red and smashes it against the table leaving a very
jagged end of the broken bottle as Justin grabs Crash by the throat and screams with a lot of pent-up rage at Crash.

Justin Moreno: You better listen and listen damn well Crash... I let your little smartass comments slide at the last show, but damn it, I'm f**king sick of you trashing my wife! I could f**king kill you right now if I wanted to! But you know what? That'd just be an easy way out for you! No, I want you to f**king SUFFER! Where's your little cronies at now? Not so brave now, are they?

Crash looks around the room as much as he can without turning his head. He sees no one nearby.

Justin Moreno: Just TRY and stop me from cutting you up for this shit! You wanted to push my buttons, well, goddamn it Crash, you managed to do it!

Crash takes a huge gulp and tries to just smirk as he looks at Moreno, who's just breathing very heavily and audibly with a crazed look in his eyes. Crash then begins to speak.

Crash: You may talk tough, but do you actually have the guts to do it? If you're gonna kill me, you
better do it right now or you're gonna regret ever crossing paths with me. Besides, if you don't kill
me... maybe I can show that whore you call a wife a real good time, if you know what I mean? Maybe you'll have another bastard kid!

Justin then tightens his grip and is about to stab him when Allison screams hysterically at him.

Allison Moreno: JUSTIN, NO!!! PLEASE, GOD, DON'T DO THIS!!! HE'S NOT WORTH IT!!!

Justin then stops and just screams, throwing the rest of the bottle at the wall towards where Big Lou is standing. But before he loosens his grip on Crash, he punches Crash in the face, busting his nose causing a little bit of blood to start trickling down towards his lips. Moreno then gets up and just screams out loud in anger and flips over the card table in the process. Crash then snarls at Justin as Allison starts to lead him out the door.

Crash: You made a real dumb mistake, little man...

Justin then kicks Crash with a soccer style kick right in the face as Allison pulls him away. Crash pulls himself up off the floor, clutching his bleeding nose. Giovanni and Tino, who just chased the Moreno's out the door, return to check on Crash.

Tino: Want me to go get him?

Crash looks around the room at everyone else, then back at Tino.

Crash: No. It will be dealt with.

Alan Ducard: Our first contest of tonight’s broadcast is an electric match with the “Angel of Violence” Greg Allocca stepping into the ring with the “Incredible One” Eli Storm.

Bryan Harris: Let me tell you something about Eli Storm. I’ve seen him wrestle a ton before, and I mean a ton. All over the country, various parts of the world. He’s a phenomenal athlete, but he hasn't been all that Incredible here in Legacy.

Jimmy Yates: I wouldn’t say he’s been bad. Eli had a good match against Ray Willmott at DESTINED FOR GREATNESS that he had a distinct chance at winning, and he got a huge win over Rocky Stellar. Granted he lost the rematch to Stellar…

Bryan Harris: Yeah, but look at the facts. Eli Storm won an incredible match in convincing fashion, and the match he lost? It wasn’t a wrestling match, it was a brawling match that went all over the arena. That match could’ve gone either way, and Stellar got lucky.

Alan Ducard: Rocky Stellar’s a Hall of Fame competitor, I don’t know that his win against Eli was…

Bryan Harris: All I’m saying is that Eli Storm looked phenomenal against Rocky Stellar in their first match, Stellar looked average. Rocky found a way to look better in the second one, and Eli looked like he was almost out of his element in the falls out anywhere match, and he slipped up a bit and lost the match.

Jimmy Yates: Either way, tonight’s match is all that mattered. I’m not going to spend any more time talking about Eli Storm taking on Rocky Stellar or Ray Willmott, just like I’m not going to spend any time talking about Greg Allocca’s match before DESTINED FOR GREATNESS.

Alan Ducard: And with such a fast paced and interesting match in our opening contest of the night between two exciting competitors, there really is no need to talk about old stuff. This match kept up the string of fantastic opening matches for LEGACY shows, and instead of talking about it, let’s get to the action.

Start : Footage from the Match

Eli lays chops into the chest of Alloca. He smirks at his handy work, and whips Greg into the far corner. Eli follows up quickly, leaps up onto Alloca. Falls back launching the Angel of Violence with a monkey flip.

Alan Ducard: Nice monkey flip by Eli.

Eli kips up quickly and does a nasty running baseball slide into the ribs of Allocca. The crowd "ooohs" Eli jumps up, buries his shin into the same spot that he landed the baseball slide. Eli then quickly drops down and locks Allocca into a camel clutch.

Bryan Harris: Working those ribs. Softening up Allocca. Stretching him. Cutting off the wind. This is sound sound strategy.

Storm wrenches back. Allocca lets out an anguished scream, and Eli grins sadistically. Greg takes a deep breath and begins to rock his body back and forth. Eli tries to maintain his balance, but Greg summons all his strength and rocks to the side rolling over Eli's right ankle... Eli loosening his grip to protect that ankle, but gives Greg just enough room for him to slide out and make a b line to the ropes.

Jimmy Yates: Allocca to the ropes. Innovative counter to the camel clutch there.

Eli stands and immediately goes after the ribs with vicious stomps. He reaches down and picks Greg up slowly. Setting him up for a Northern Lights Suplex.

Alan Ducard: Alloca blocks.

Eli tries again, but once again Allocca blocks, this time burying three quick knees into Eli's gut. He quickly leaps up onto Eli's shoulder and snaps off a hurrincanrana. Hooks both legs...

One...

two...

th-nO!

Eli out at 2. Storm slow to his feet, Allocca on the offensive takes Storm down with a spinning heel kick. Runs to the near ropes.. Asai moonsault!

Jimmy Yates: That moonsault hurt those ribs.

Greg makes a cover, wincing. He half heartedly grabs the near leg.

One...

two...

th-no!!

Jimmy Yates: Told ya. He jarred those ribs and couldn't hook the leg like he wanted to!

Alan Ducard: But, no matter... Greg Allocca is on a roll!

Allocca gets up holding his ribs. Stalking Eli. Storm gets up. Allocca charges, but Storm side steps and uses Greg's momentum to send him through the ropes and crashing into the corner post with a thud. Eli drops to a knee briefly, and smiles cockily.

Alan Ducard: Don't know how much more Allocca's ribs can take. Crashing into the turnbuckle, and jarring into that corner post. Can't feel good.

Bryan Harris: You THINK? Really, Alan? It hurts like hell! Its damn smart. And Eli Storm is showing us WHY he's "Incredible".

Eli quickly slides out, grabs a chair. But the ref cuts him off as he's getting back into the ring. An argument insues, and the ref confiscates the chair, Eli quickly goes to Greg and NAILS a wicked low
blow, doubling Allocca over. The crowd booing.

Alan Ducard: He didn't have to do that.

Bryan Harris: But he did, and now he's looking to end it with the "Rating's Boost".

Eli sets up Greg and NAILS his version of the flipping piledriver, he calls the Rating's Boost!!

He floats over and covers.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Eliiiiiiii.... Stooooorm!!!

Alan Ducard: Eli Storm using some underhanded and potentially unneccesary tactics to get a win here tonight.

Bryan Harris: Bottom line is? He got the job done. He did what he had to. To get the job done. To get on a roll.

Jimmy Yates: A strong fight from Allocca. And a big win from Eli. A great way to kick off Strife.

The scene is backstage in Landon Savage's office as he sits in his leather chair enjoying his new office surroundings. After a knock on the door we see the Reverend Ezekiel Caine decked out in his trademark red suit with the black button-up shirt and red priest's collar. Damien Black is accompanying him, wearing his black old-school hockey mask with a white cross painted on the front, carrying his trusty sickle and hatchet with his black button-up Dickies work-shirt, the sleeves ripped off and the white cross emblem printed on the right front and on the back of the shirt. He’s also wearing baggy black pleather karate pants with silver chains around them and the white cross on one pant leg and the red Punisher skull on the left pant leg along with his black wrestling boots and black Japanese style kick-pads with white trim. The Reverend then begins to speak as Black walks in with absolutely no emotion.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Why, Mister Savage! How delightful to see you.

Landon Savage: What's on your mind, Reverend?

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: It's my understanding that the front office has made a decision to keep Damien here and Chris Turner from facing each other again until 2008. We came here in hopes of you, reconsidering this decree from the front office. You see, Damien's hatred for Mister Turner stems all the way back to other promotions and the two hate each other with such vile contempt that another encounter between them is inevitable. Therefore, we came here today to try and persuade you to lift this unjust law.

Landon gets up from his chair and takes a step back, as if to avoid a confrontation.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Not by force, no. We have no reason or logic on harming you in any way. We're merely hoping to convince you to end this ban between these two individuals.

Landon Savage looks at both of them as the Reverend appears to be very relaxed and calm while Damien is just staring at his hatchet and sickle hypnotically, not saying a word in the process.

Landon Savage: You know, if it wasn't for the fact that your client over there has a sickle and a hatchet in his hand right now, I would be much more inclined to believe the two of you. But need I remind you that the absolutely horrifying display you two put on has companies representing nearly a million dollars in advertising saying they don't feel comfortable seeing men try to literally kill one another. I know it was a No Limits rules match, but the two of you crossed a line we as a company are not willing to cross. What if the next time you two fought that, God forbid, one of you killed the other? That would be public relations nightmare for our company and we're not willing at this time to take such a huge risk.

The Reverend nods his head in understanding as he continues the dialogue.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: We understand your position as a company from an advertising stand-point. However, keeping these two away from one another is merely going to make things much worse. You see, it's better for this company in my eyes and in the viewpoint of Damien if the front-office relents and agrees to let these two have one more encounter. That's all we ask is for one final match to settle the score.

Landon Savage: The front office feels that giving the two of you time to cool down will make the rematch more civil and less barbaric. Even if I did feel comfortable lifting the order, I know the front office doesn’t. They’ve made it very clear that they have no intention of changing their decision.

Landon sighs.

Landon Savage: I wish there was a solution for this, I really do, but what the front office says goes and there is nothing I can do, short of an executive order from Mister Belote to let the two of you fight again, which I have to honestly say I don't foresee happening.

The Reverend begins to get flustered and starts to raise his voice, but Damien lifts up a hand to silence the Reverend. Damien then lifts up his hockey mask and calmly lays down his weapons and begins to speak in an almost eerily calm voice.

Damien Black: Landon, I'm afraid you don't understand what Ezekiel has been trying to say, so allow me to put it in terms you can understand. If this order is not lifted, then I will refuse to fight in a LEGACY ring until I get my rematch with Chris Turner.

Intrigued by the statement, Landon Savage presses further to test Damien’s resolve.

Landon Savage: You do realize this could cost you several thousand dollars, right?

Damien Black: If that's what it'll take to get my hands on Chris Turner, so be it.

There is a very awkward silence for a moment before Damien begins to speak once more.

Damien Black: We'll leave you with that thought.

Damien and the Reverend then leave the office as Landon sits there rubbing his temples as he begins to speak to himself once they leave the office.

Landon Savage: I hope there's a Christmas bonus in order for having to deal with guys like that.

*Backstage we find LEGACY's English import John Iley limbering up for his match. He's bouncing on the spot, stretching, pushing against a wall, general sort of warm ups. When he stops and looks around, getting the feeling he's being watched

As the camera zooms out and the scene widens, Marcus Mirage is seen standing behind IIey, shaking his head.*

Mirage: Don't ya think this fake 'warmup' scene is a little cliche already?

*Iley turns completely.*

Iley: For your information, bonnie lad, I always warm up like this for a match, it’s something I've done for a long time!

*Nodding, Mirage responds.*

Mirage: Bonnie lad...nice. Hell, I'm just sayin', if your trying to fit in around here and be like all the other schmucks, well...you're doing a great job. I'm pretty sure everyone around here does this same lame 'warmup' routine when the cameras happen to be walking by. I mean, heaven forbid you have something original in mind...

Iley: Yeah I do as a matter of fact, I'm going be as real as I can. I'm going to be showing the fans that I'm just like one of them. I'm someone the crowd can really appreciate. I'm going to do what I've done everywhere else I've wrestled. I'm going to earn the respect of the fans and show them I'm not better than them, that were all.... on the same level!

*Apparently Mirage doesn’t buy into it.*

Mirage: Oh blah blah blah....spare me the bullshit. I used the word once, so I'll use it again...cliche. Learn the word. The only time you'll ever be 'one of the fans' is when you aren't getting paid to perform, and your sitting out there as one of them...so please...just don't.

*Iley walks upto him, getting a little agressive.*

Iley: "Hey, just listen alright? I've been wrestling for 13 years on and off!!! 13 years I've bled, sweated, cried…

*Iley shows the burn scars on his arms.*

Iley: …burnt and been almost crippled for this business!!! And I know above all else, if it wasn't those people out there who pay to watch us, you and I wouldn't have a job. Learn the word... the word being.... Respect!

Mirage: Wow...settle down. Don't get all Ric Flair on me with the blood, sweat and tears crap. So ya got a little scarred up and dropped some blood. Boo hoo. This isn't ping pong... it's wrestling. I've been around, too... for a long time, and I know what's what... so save the respect speech for someone who cares. All I'm sayin' is if you wanna stand out around here, come up with something better than the dumb shit 'stretching' before a match routine.

Iley: I want to stand out? I'll do it my own way! Gaining respect from the fans, becoming a champion.... and giving a little... 'Geordie Aggro' to arseholes like you!

*Cracking a smile, Mirage shakes his head.*

Mirage: Awww...well ain't that special? You're gonna gain respect by becoming a champion and doing...whatever the hell it is you said you were going to do too... uh, assholes like myself. Well, that's nice. That's exactly what this dog pile of the wrestling federation needed...yet another “respect earner” added to the ranks. You wanna make a dent around here? Grow eyes in the back of your head, because at the drop of a hat, these fans, and these 'boys in the back' will turn on ya the second they're sick of using ya. You should know that being a 13 year vet, but, maybe it's your masochistic side shining through, no? Maybe you like to get...burned, before you learn.

*Raises his arm and smirks, lowering his voice slightly*

Iley: As I said, I've been burned already, in more ways than one! Physically AND mentally. I know the workings of this business, I've been there and done it. I only make enemies of those who don't have respect or think it should be just given to them on a sliver plater. And when our paths cross…

*Iley points down the hall, obviously towards the main arena.*

Iley: …and we met out there in the squared circle.... I'll make sure you learn what respect, is all about!

*Mirage nods his head.*

Mirage: I see what your tryin' to do here...come off as cool to the fans at my expense, well... whatever. You and I...ain't happening. Not in the arena, not in the squared circle, not between the pillar or the post or whatever other stupid saying you wanna use. You see, I'm sure you were a great European champion...but real sports are played here in the States...you ain't nothing but a cheap import until you prove otherwise. And as far as you're concerned, there are two certainties in this nation while you stand on our turf. You're soccer...and I'm baseball.

*Now it is Iley who nods his head.*

Iley: "Well, let me just say this in closing…

*A smirk forms on Iley’s face. *

Iley: We invented both those sports, though baseball is derived from a girls game called rounders. And if there's one thing we pride ourselves of in England, it’s our wrestling heritage. We take it very seriously amongst our... 'clan' back home. And I'm a proud English wrestler, who is honoured to have the opportunity to show the fans here in the states what I'm all about. We were once a dying breed, but I'm hoping to show that we can rise again and show the world what great wrestlers we are, while we leave blokes like you in our wake. I'm going to show LEGACY why I'm Brilliantly Techincal... and Technically Brilliant. And the fans will love me for it!

*Starting to walk away, Mirage stops a second after having Iley's words sink in.*

Mirage: One last thing... what you tards invented wasn't baseball, nor is American baseball a derivitive of rounders... what you idiots invented was cricket...which isn't a sport...it's a bug. Quite like yourself.

*Turning back toward Iley, Mirage approaches him once again.*

Mirage: But since you had to go bring my favorite sport into this, maybe someday I'll do you the favor and technically kick your ass while kicking your ass technically. Watch your step, John...Limey, lest you get yourself squashed.

*Mirage walks off, Iley just shakes his head, looking disgusted a man who obviously has no respect. He then makes his way towards the main arena*

Bryan Harris: Second up tonight, we have yet another Open Challenge match from Percy Wright.

Alan Ducard: I believe this is the third time Percy Wright has issued an open challenge, and unlike the first two challenges, Percy stated he wanted a three way match this time instead of another one-on-one.

Jimmy Yates: Since anybody can answer these open challenges, I don’t think it was a good idea to issu a dual challenge like he did.

Bryan Harris: That’s because you’re not a risk taker, Jim. I like this Percy Wright kid. It takes a lot of bravado to do something like this ESPECIALLY because anybody can accept it. Percy’s got a big opinion of himself, he’s confident in his abilities, and I think it was a great move for his career to issue another open challenge, especially one against two opponents.

Alan Ducard: The fans in the arena didn’t know who had answered the challenge, and the front office has asked us not to ruin the same surprise for you, the viewers at home, so let’s get to the footage.

Start : Footage from the Match

Percy Wright: Good evening Legacy faithful. I can see you have yet again filled the arena to the rafters to see all of your favorite wrestlers. I have it on good authority, however, that one of the competitors you used to consider amongst your favorites, The “Ladies Man”…

A snarl of sarcasm is all over Percy’s face.

Percy Wright: …Tim Jones won’t be joining any of us for a long long time. I haven’t publically talked about what I did to him, and I wanted to say for the record, it wasn’t enough. I should have made his return impossible. From what I hear, he won’t be back without tons of hard work, dedication and pain. We all know The Ladies Man won’t be able to take the pain that I dealt to him, and so he will retire as the loser most of you probably remember him as. That is what he has been his entire career, a loser. Not some great athlete who was great with the ladies. It was all a smoke screen to cover up his problems. He was a drunk. He was a womanizer. He abused drugs. He was nothing that you Legacy fans should cheer for. However I am someone you should cheer for. I stand for everything that is right. It is in my name to stand for what’s right, because Percy Wright is always Wright.

The fans are cascading boos upon the ring, and Percy removes his sports coat and lays it on the top ring rope. Percy rubs the back of his head and takes a drink from the bottle water sitting in the ring.

Percy Wright: Since I started my series of open challenges here in Legacy, I haven’t been touched. I really haven’t even broken a sweat from the so called challengers that Legacy has tossed out at me. So tonight, tonight… I wanted more, and that is why I opened up the challenge to TWO competitors, and even though I know I may be double-teamed here in the next ten minutes, I have full confidence that I could beat anyone that Legacy sends down to this ring, and even still I’ll receive boos as I walk back up the ramp. That begs the question… You hate me because…why? I stand for what is right, what is what you should all like. You cheer for the people that have horrible moral compasses. Your morality is messed up as much as this roster. It’s immoral the way you people treat people.

Percy removes his tie and starts to unbutton his shirt…

Percy Wright: You fans, pathetic creatures of habit. Tonight, when that bell rings, I promise to show you true athletic talent, which is ignored by you, the fans. I will show you that what you cheer for is asinine. Tonight will be one of the first lesons by your teacher, your master of greatness, the Wright man for the job…and his name is…. PEEEERRRRCCCCYYYY… WWWWRRRRIIIIIGGGGHHHTTT!

After having addressed the crowd, Percy tosses his microphone to the ring announcer and takes another long drink of water, and turns his attention towards the ring entrance. Suddenly “Leader of Men” starts up over the speakers and the crowd perks up a bit as Alex Harmston walks out from the back. Percy Wright, on the other hand, looks a little taken aback.

Alan Ducard: So now we know that Alex Harmston is one of the two men who accepted the open challenge, and this should provide a decent challenge for Percy Wright.

Bryan Harris: I’d say at this point, Harmston’s the top choice to win this match, depending on who the third man is.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know what the fans here tonight were expecting from this match, but from their response we’re hearing from them right now, this is exceeding their expectations.

When he gets to the bottom of the ramp, Harmston quickly rolls into the ring and gets to his feet, glaring across the ring at Percy Wright. As his music fades under, Harmston stretches a little more, and then both he and Percy Wright look up the ramp, waiting for the third man. Then the music starts.

Bryan Harris: Oh here we go, this should be good…

The song is way too familiar, and both men in the ring are stunned. As Blue Oyster Cult’s “Don’t Fear the Reaper” continues to play, Issac Entragian walks out from the back, getting a decent response from the live crowd. On his way down to the ring, Issac takes the No Limits Championship off from around his waist.

Jimmy Yates: Wait… you don’t think…

Alan Ducard: It almost looks like… like Issac is placing the No Limits Championship on the line for this match!

Stepping up onto the apron without making any delay and not having any extra waiting, Issac lifts the title belt high into the air and then tosses it into the middle of the ring between Percy and Harmston. As Issac steps over the top rope, the referee reaches down, lifts the belt up off the mat and raises it above his head with both arms.

Bryan Harris: I think that means it’s official!

Alan Ducard: And just like that, our second match of the night is going to be a No Limits Championship Match!

Jimmy Yates: Percy Wright is about to get FAR MORE than he bargained for.

Bryan Harris: I initially said that Harmston was my pick to win this thing, but clearly now that the stakes are raised and the level of talent has taken it up a notch, I’m switching my vote to the Albino Abomination!

Just after the opening bell rings, Harmston goes right to work, running over and laying into Percy with right hands. Once he gets his wits about him, Percy begins to fight back, but as the fight drops down to the mat, Harmston gets the advantage.

Alan Ducard: With his mixed martial arts background, I dare say Alexander is playing to his strengths.

Bryan Harris: He’s playing at the old “ground and pound” strategy, and Percy Wright can’t compete with that!

Jimmy Yates: Issac Entragian is looking to make sure Percy won’t have to deal with it for long!

Getting involved, Issac moves over to where his opponents are wrestling on the mat and he pulls Harmston off of Percy and throws him into the far corner, following him in and drilling him with an uppercut to the gut, then takes a step back and drills him with a clothesline.

Alan Ducard: Issac going right to work on Harmston, and if he can evenly spread out his attack and avoid double-teams, he stands a good chance of retaining his belt.

After getting back to his feet, Percy sizes up the situation, runs in and chop blocks Issac from behind, crumpling him downwards towards the mat. With the opportunity at hand, Percy gets to his feet and starts working on Issac’s leg. Moving as quickly as possible, Percy Wright begins stomping down on the same leg he chop blocked, hitting Percy above and below the leg.

Bryan Harris: Issac Entragian uses his free leg to kick Percy Wright back, and that should buy him a chance to get back to his feet.

Jimmy Yates: And here comes Harmston in on Percy Wright!

Alex Harmston steps in and drills Percy backwards with a forearm shot, knocking him down to the mat, and then he turns his attention to his other opponent and moves in and begins to lay into Issac with arm and leg strikes as the No Limits Champion tries to get to his feet. Reaching upwards as he continues to drive upwards with his feet, Issac tosses Harmston aside, buying himself a chance to get all the way back up to a vertical base. When Percy sees Issac back on his feet, he decides to not get involved and instead rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope.

Alan Ducard: Issac decides to keep the action in the ring instead of following Percy to the outside, Entragian turns his attention back on Alex Harmston.

Moving in on his opponent, Issac drills Harmston in the side of the head with a hard right hand, but Harmston hits him back. Not wanting to trade punches, Issac takes two quick steps in and clotheslines Harmston down to the mat. When the No Limits Champion goes to stomp his opponent, Harmston rolls backwards, gets his feet underneath him and dives forward, tackling Issac down to the mat. Spotting an opportunity for himself, Percy Wright gets up onto the apron and climbs to the top rope, and as Issac lifts Harmston up off the mat Percy springs off and hits a flying crossbody splash down onto both of them.

Jimmy Yates: He made the open challenge, and now Percy Wright is back in control of the match he set up.

Grabbing his opponent by the head, Percy lifts Harmston up off the mat, lifts him up onto his shoulders and then dives forwards, hitting a modified Samoan drop. Seeing that Issac is getting to his feet, Percy moves over and starts landing punches in on the No Limits Champion. Wanting to put a stop to the offensive, Issac blocks one of the punches and goes for a chokeslam, but Percy kicks him in the groin, causing Issac to let go of the hold. Reaching up with his hands, Percy Wright grabs a hold of the Albino Abomination’s head and pulls his opponent downwards while he lifts up with his knee, driving it into Entragian’s chest. Grabbing him around the torso, Percy tries to go for a gutwrench suplex. Issac blocks the attempt, hammers his way out of the hold, then lifts Percy up and drives him downwards with a spinebuster.

Before Issac has a chance to follow it up, Harmston runs in and tackles the No Limits Champion back down to the mat and starts hitting him with repeated forearm shots and knees strikes. Trying out a different strategy, Percy Wright moves in starts stomping down on Issac, double teaming the big man. After kicking Entragian a few times, Percy eases up a bit, and this gives Issac the chance he needs, and he reaches up and shoves Harmston away. As Issac starts to get back to his feet, Percy runs back in, but Issac gets up and fires a right hand in and takes Percy back a few steps. Issac then turns his attention back on Harmston, grabbing him by the hair and dumping him out of the ring over the middle rope. Percy again moves in and starts hitting Issac with right hands, but the No Limits Champion puts a stop to that. Drilling Percy in the side of the head with a back elbow, Issac stops Wright’s momentum. From there, Issac grabs Percy, lifts him up off the mat into the air and drives him downwards onto his knee.

Bryan Harris: Disemboweler! Stick a fork in ‘im!!

One…

Two…

Three.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner... and STILL No Limits Champion.... Issac... Ennnntraaaagian!

Bryan Harris: And just like I suspected, Issac Entragian wins this match and retains his title.

Jimmy Yates: I'd have to say that when Percy Wright made this open challenge, he had no idea that things were going to turn out this way.

Alan Ducard: That's the risk you run when issuing an open challenge. Issac Entragian knew that Percy Wright wasn't ready to step into the ring with him, and he took advantage of the opportunity to what amounts, basically, to an easy title defense.

Cronos Diamante briskly walks through the locker room area taking a peak in a few locker rooms. Occasionally Cronos offers a wave to the superstar in their room, but more often than not he simply continues his brisk walk almost as if he were looking for something or someone. Cronos steps into the beverage and eatery area only to find a few road agents and production crew members.

Cronos Diamante: What’s going on guys?

He swivels his head around quickly, noticing there’s nothing in the room he’s looking for.

Trevor Washington: Not mu…

Cronos disappears from the room before Trevor can finish his sentence and he empties out into the gorilla press area where Smith Cartwright happens to be walking. He notices Cronos as he passes but stops him quickly.

Smith Cartwright: You ok, Cronos? You don’t look so hot.

Cronos shrugs his shoulders.

Cronos Diamante: I seem to have misplaced Voodoo and he has my bags.

Cartwright offers a chuckle and walks toward Cronos.

Smith Cartwright: He playing a practical joke on you?

Cronos Diamante: Knowing him? Yes.

Cronos pats Smith on the shoulder and smiles.

Smith Cartwright: Stay out of trouble.

Cronos Diamante: I always do.

Cartwright rolls his eyes and walks away from Cronos. Cronos doesn’t stop staring at the front office boss until he disappears.

Jake Dominion: Maybe Cartwright would buy a line of shit like Voodoo being lost but I sure as hell don't...

Cronos turns around to see one Jake Dominion standing behind him with his trademark cocky smirk. Before Jake can say anything else, Cronos cuts him off.

Cronos Diamante: Look Jake... I’m sorry I didn't come out to stop that two on one attack on you. I was heading out the door right when I learned it was happening.

Jake shrugs his shoulders before he promptly retorts.

Jake Dominion: It's cool bro, it's not your fault...

Cronos Diamante: I know, but if you hadn't said anything to Diego about me... it never would have happened. I'm looking for whichever one of them I can find right now and I'm going to bash their head in the second I find them.

Cronos moves off to the side of Jake to get a better look behind him just in case he catches one of them further down the hall. He has no such luck.

Jake Dominion: Some people are just low-life pieces of shit. Everything I said to speedy Gonzalez was true, he showed that he's nothing but a coward with the shit he pulled. But don't worry, he'll get what he deserves even if I have beat him back into the bottle like the worm he is...

Cronos Diamante chuckles after he takes a step back to face Jake again.

Cronos Diamante: You got that right. I really appreciate the support though. Perhaps you and I should team up and try to get a match against Diego and Crash. Beat them into the ground together. Quantus back together again?

Jake Dominion: Thanks for the offer, but no thanks bro. I'm not looking to get back in the tag division, or really tagging with anyone at the moment for that matter. And besides, I'm not allowed to be in the same ring as Crash until next year, so says the suits. So the chances of that match getting booked are pretty much slim to none. But I guess I wouldn't be opposed to teaming for old times sake if the right situation arose...

Jake flashes that trademark cocky smirk of his a second time as he waits for Cronos to reply.

Cronos Diamante: Next year? That's a load of crap. If I find Crash before Diego, I'll add some extra pain in there just for you. Look, Jake… I know you've been kind of a loner lately and just doing your own thing but if you need anything, let me know.

Jake Dominion: Appreciate the offer, I know you're trying to do the noble and honorable thing here, but I seem to be doing just fine on my own, thanks...

Jake simply pats Cronos on the back as he starts walking off while speaking…

Jake Dominion: Maybe I'll catch you around...

Cronos turns around slowly.

Cronos Diamante: Yeah. See ya around, Jake.

Jake continues walking off down the hallway and throws up his right arm with the "peace" sign while not turning around and still continuing on his way. Cronos simply turns around and takes off down the hall to continue his search for Diego and Crash.

The camera heads backstage and walking down the hall wearing a black trenchcoat, black pants, and carrying a gym back is none other than "The Outlaw" Greyson Blade. Immediately upon seeing him on the big screen in the arena there is a loud cheer for his appearance from inside the arena. Suddenly, there are footfalls as someone runs towards The Outlaw, and soon we see Intern Avery pull up in front of Greyson in full costume. He's dressed as Captain America complete with mask, shield, and unfortunately a gun shot wound as well. Greyson shakes his head and smiles looking down at Avery.

Greyson: Nice costume Avery. I have to say I would have had you pegged as more of a Reed Richards type.

Avery: Well, he's more of a ... well ...

Greyson: Geek?

Avery: Yeah, and well ... I guess Halloween is the one time a year where its okay to pretend to be something different than what you really are.

Greyson: That is one of the luxuries of holiday I suppose Avery, but tonight I can't afford to be something different. You're right it is Halloween, and all of the monsters have come out to play here in LEGACY. I mean just think about what's walking the halls here tonight. Chris Turner. Damien Black. Lucien Gray. Let's not forget the No Limits Champion Issac Entrigan. However, tonight in that ring I have a No Limits match with the biggest, baddest monster of them all. Matt Towers. You've felt those hands around your neck Avery. You've felt the power that monster possesses. He's seven feet tall and weighs in at well over 400 pounds, and he's sought to terrorize LEGACY and instill fear in all of those around him. You saw what he's done in the ring, and you saw what he did after his match last week, and tonight all of that is legal. It's a No Limits match tonight so he is welcome to bring his best and do his worst.

Thinking about what Towers just might do has a bit of a worried look sprawled across Cap's face, but there is an air of determination already coming through in The Outlaw's voice. It's almost as if the bigger the threat the more steadfast he becomes. Whatever he will lack in size tonight will be made up for by sheer will.

Greyson: That's right Towers. That's my challenge to you tonight. I want you to bring the monster. I want you to unleash hell like only a giant knows how. Be my ultimate challenge here tonight Towers. Make me pull out all the stops. Make me reach down deep inside to go places I haven't gone in a long, long time. Help me bring back that Killer Instinct, pulling out all the stops to get the job done. Help me stretch past all inhibitions and constraints until there are no limits left to contain me. Tonight I'm not looking to pretend I'm something else Towers. Tonight, I'm looking to be exactly who I am. You bring the unleash the monster, and I'll unleash The Outlaw.

Case Closed.

With that The Outlaw nods towards Avery and stalks down the hall with his bag, heading for the locker room.

Alan Ducard: Our third match of the night is the re-debut of former LEGACY World Champion Devastation stepping into the ring against Bushido Buntai member Katsuro Yoshida in something of a warm-up match in more ways than one.

Jimmy Yates: Devastation hasn’t had a match since he’s been on the LEGACY roster, so this is a good chance for him to get into the ring against a competitor whose talent rivals that of Devastation’s opponent for the upcoming pay per view, Stephen Rawlings.

Alan Ducard: It also serves as a chance for the LEGACY fans to warm up to Devastation, a lot of whom probably aren’t as familiar with what he can do in the ring as compared to other people who are going to compete on the pay per view.

Bryan Harris: I’ve seen what Katsuro Yoshida can do inside that ring. I’ve studied tapes of his matches in Japan. I know why Katsuro Yoshida is considered a legend over there. The front office didn’t do Devastation any favors by booking him in this match. To call it a warm up for Devastation is misleading, because this is certainly not an assured win for the man who was the first to wear the LEGACY World Title.

Jimmy Yates: I hope there aren’t too many people who thought this was going to be a cake walk for Devastation. We can’t forget that Katsuro already beat Rawlings a few months ago in that very ring.

Alan Ducard: I think most of the LEGACY fans were smart enough to know that the only thing they could assume they were going to see here tonight between these two was a very great technical match between two of LEGACY’s best technical competitors.

Bryan Harris: Their styles match up well, and so I’ve been looking forward to this match possibly more than any other on tonight’s card. They’re both bigger competitors than Stephen Rawlings or John Iley, so in addition to matching technical moves, they can also match physical strength against each other.

Jimmy Yates: It was a great match, and instead of sitting here talking about it, let’s just watch what happened.

Start : Footage from the Match

The action starts with Katsuro Yoshida performing an arm drag takedown to Devastation. Devastation then stands up and does an arm drag takedown of his own to Yoshida. Katsuro then does a quick leg sweep to catch Devastation off his feet as he qucikly goes for a bridging pinning combination.

Alan Ducard: Katsuro has the pin attempt!

One...

Two...

Kickout by Devastation who counters it into a sunset flip pinning predicament.

One...

Two...

Kickout by Katsuro! Yoshida counters with another pinning predicament!

One...

Two...

Another kickout as Devastation makes his way to his feet as both men stand in a fighting position as the crowd cheers at the excellent display of chain wrestling. Katsuro and Devastation stand there acknowledging one another.

Bryan Harris: These two need to be going at one another's throats right now!

Jimmy Yates: Bryan, how can you not appreciate that great display of pure wrestling from two very talented performers?

Bryan Harris: I've seen better matches at flea markets between midgets wrestling in a mud-pit!

Jimmy Yates: You wouldn't know great wrestling if it bit you on the...

Alan Ducard: Gentlemen, please! That was a jolly good display of pure wrestling ability there, can we at least say that much?

Katsuro and Devastation circle one another and lock up with Katsuro applying a side headlock. Devastation manages to counter, however, with a brutal Back Drop Driver to Katsuro. Devastation then rolls Katsuro over on his stomach and crosses Katsuro's arms and begins to pull back in a modified Camel Clutch position. Katsuro begins to scream out in pain from the move as Devastation continues to apply additional pressure.

Alan Ducard: What an impressive variation of the Camel Clutch from Devastation!

Bryan Harris: It still doesn't take away from the fact that watching Devastation matches have been known to cure insomnia.

Jimmy Yates: God, you're impossible, Bryan.

Alan Ducard: I'm being told in my earpiece that the technical name for this variation of the Camel Clutch is the Gokuraku-gatame.

Bryan Harris: Bless you, Alan.

Jimmy Yates: He didn't sneeze, Bryan. That's the name of the move!

Devastation continues to apply pressure as Katsuro tries desparately to get his foot on the ropes. After several moments of struggling to inch his legs toward the ropes, he manages to succeed as Devastation is told of the rope break and cleanly breaks the hold. Katsuro is holding his neck at this point due to the stress placed on his neck from the submission hold.

Alan Ducard: I do wonder if Devastation used that move to soften up the neck of Yoshida to set him up for his effective Decapitator.

Bryan Harris: I give Devastation credit, that's very smart strategy on his part if that was his intent.

Jimmy Yates: You can run down the names of people that have fallen to the Decapitator and it's a who's who of wrestlers in various promotions. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, if he hits that move, the three count will be academic.

Devastation then walks over toward Katsuro, who fires some potato punches to the stomach of Devastation before landing a throat thrust to him, allowing Yoshida to get back on his feet. Yoshida then fires some kicks to the knees of Devastation, bringing him down to his knees before kicking him in the chest and back before connecting with a stiff buzzsaw style kick to his head. Devastation then crumples to the ground in a heap.

Alan Ducard: Those were some bloody stiff kicks by Katsuro Yoshida.

Bryan Harris: Just what I like to see, people laying in their punches and kicks!

Jimmy Yates: Those kicks would probably be the equivalent of a thirty-five yard field goal in football, but there's no such rule in professional wrestling!

Katsuro then takes Devastation's arm and hits a pair of legdrops to it before locking in a Jujigatame armbar to inflict more pain on Devastation's arm. Devastation tries to clasp his hands together to alleviate some of the pain, but Katsuro pounds his free arm until he can arch his back to apply more pressure on the arm.

Alan Ducard: Yoshida applying as much pressure as humanly possible to Devastation's arm and one must wonder how much more he can contort that arm until it snaps.

Bryan Harris: Personally, I hope he snaps that arm like a certain famous wrestler snaps into beef jerky.

Jimmy Yates: Oooooh Yeeeeaaaaahhhh!

The referee asks Devastation if he wants to submit and Devastation refuses. He frantically reaches for the ropes and manages to get a hand on the bottom rope. Upon hearing the rope break, Katsuro releases the hold and wastes no time in picking up Devastation and shoving him into the corner. He then takes his arm and does a rope walk holding Devastation's right arm with his left hand and doing a praying stance with his right hand. He then leaps off the top rope and clubs down on the right arm of Devastation.

Alan Ducard: Goodness gracious, what a clubbing shot to that arm!

Bryan Harris: Katsuro right now is like a shark that smells blood. He knows he needs to go in for the kill!

Jimmy Yates: With that arm in the shape it's in, I'm not sure if Devastation can lift up Katsuro for the Decapitator!

Katsuro then picks up Devastation and does a single arm DDT. Yoshida rolls Devastation over on his back and climbs the top rope. Katsuro takes his time to try and get his balance before leaping off with a moonsault, but Devastation alertly puts his knees up and Katsuro comes down chest first on Devastation's knees with Yoshida writihing on the mat in pain.

Alan Ducard: It certainly appears that Katsuro went to the well one time too many and Devastation found his loop-hole in the law in this match.

Bryan Harris: While that was a good analogy by Alan Ducard, that was a dumb decision by Katsuro to take a risk like that!

Jimmy Yates: I think Katsuro just got caught up in the moment on that one.

Devastation gets up holding his right arm, but he proceeds to hit Katsuro with some elbow strikes to his face. Katsuro tries to take a swing at Devastation, but is countered with a release one-arm Exploder suplex. Devastation then pulls Katsuro up and grabs him by the arms and attempts the Decapitator, but he is unable to complete the hold as he clutches his arm. Katsuro sees the opening and delivers a kick to the stomach of Devastation and lifts him up in position for a Crucifix Bomb, but Devastation lands on his feet and this time turns Katsuro around, crossing his arms, and in one fluid motion, executes his cross-armed Kudoh Driver known as the Decapitator as Katsuro goes down as if he was hit by a car. Devatstaion is still holding his right arm as he moves toward Katsuro for the pin.

Alan Ducard: That was the Decapitator and wow, was that just sickening impact on Katsuro's neck or what?

Bryan Harris: Katsuro's got what I call "Krispy-Kreme" eyes because they are just glazed over after being dropped on his head like that!

Jimmy Yates: This should be it as he has the pin!

One...

TWO...

THREE!!!

The referee then rings the bell as Devastation gets up holding his right arm as the referee goes to raise his left hand to proclaim him as the winner.

Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match.... Devastation!!

"Iron Man" by Black Sabbath begins to play as Devastation looks down at Katsuro, knowing that he was just in an absolute battle with a very worthy adversary.

Alan Ducard: That was certainly a jolly good showing by Katsuro Yoshida as he took Devastation to the limit and had a great strategy, but one miscue was all it took for Devastation to get back in the match and capitalize for the win.

Bryan Harris: I'd say the final few minutes of this match was where things really started to pick up. But had Katsuro not gone for the moonsault, we might have had a mild upset on our hands.

Jimmy Yates: Give Katsuro credit where credit's due, he certainly stepped his game up tonight but he fell just short. Hopefully we see a rematch between these two somewhere down the line.

Devastation then crawls out of the ring, holding his arm while staring back at the ring the whole way down the ramp as Katsuro starts to come to while holding his neck in a great deal of pain.

We're walking backstage with Rob Belote, and something is very different about tonight. It’s not just the fact that Rob Belote is backstage at a show that isn’t a pay per view and it isn’t a SuperCard. No, it has nothing to do with the fact that Rob is on camera during a regular STRIFE. It’s because Rob's dressed in a costume. Being that it’s Halloween, which is one of Rob’s favorite days of the year, it should be no surprise to people who know him that he’s wearing a costume. This particular costume might come as a bit of a surprise.

He’s wearing skin-tight yellow gloves. His arms are yellow, probably airbrushed on. He’s wearing a pair of blue pants and a white polo shirt. His beard and goatee are gone for the first time in years, but he does have stubble around his mouth. His face, up to and including a fake rubber scalp, has also been airbrushed in yellow paint. He smiles and nods at surprised and amused members of the crew backstage as he makes his way to a locker room. When he reaches a door, he knocks.

From Inside we hear "Come In". Rob opens the door and steps inside. Inside we see Loco Martinez decked out in a full on "Jester" costume. Red and yellow, complete with a large hat with bells on it. Loco stands there concentrating, tongue sticking out… as he juggles three orange balls. Sitting watching Loco Martinez, dressed like Loco Martinez is the near 7 foot Arch Angel wearing stuff comedically too small – like it came straight from Loco's collection.… to his right, and looking like an incredibly overweight Rocky Stellar, is T.Rex. Loco looks up at Rob, and loses his concentration. One of the balls goes flying. Rob can’t believe his eyes.

Loco Martinez: DAMMIT!

Loco catches the other two and smirks at Rob, looks down at his costume, and smirks again.

Rob Belote: Nice… costume, Loc'.

Loco smiles huge.

Loco Martinez: Hey Jobby Robby… I'm a JESTER!

Loco winks.

Loco Martinez: Thought you'd like that… though I never thought in a million years you'd be here in person. When the hell was the last time YOU were actually AT a Strife?

Rob Belote: Other than SuperCards? It’s been a while. But, I wanted to deliver some news to YOU. In person.

Loco ponders this.

Loco Martinez: Instead of holding a year end "best of" awards show, you're going to save everyone the time, effort, and delusions of winning… and just hold a "Loco Martinez Gala"? Seriously. It'd be sweet.

This brings a chuckle from Belote, but a solemn nod from Arch Angel and T.Rex.

T.Rex: Seriously. He deserves it.

Rob Belote: Well, that is something that will have to be determined. But if I were you? I wouldn't hold my breath.

Arch Angel: If you started planning now, you could probably save money on the banners…

Rob looks over at “Rocky Stellar”, partially in disbelief.

Rob Belote: Actually, we’ve got special contracts set up for that.

T.Rex: D’oh!!

Rob, Loco, and Arch Angel all look over at T.Rex. With a smirk on his face, T.Rex looks amazingly proud of himself as he looks right at Rob.

T.Rex: I get it now! I didn’t get it at first, but he’s Homer Simpson! Boss, you’re Homer Simpson!!

Loco doesn’t look pleased, glaring at T.Rex disapprovingly.

Loco: Hey! “Boss”? Sorry, but no. Jobby Robby doesn’t pay you every two weeks… twenty four times a year… I do!

Rob puts up a hand, silencing both of them. He looks over at T.Rex.

Rob Belote: Actually? You’re right. Good job on figuring out the costume thing.

Rob turns and looks at Loco.

Rob Belote: Look, I’ve got a few things I want to do tonight, so I’d like to make this fairly quick. What happened back at the SuperCard… I’m not happy about how your match with Jake Dominion ended.

Loco smirks sarcastically.

Loco Martinez: Yeah… I KNOW, "he got robbed" right? Hey I wanted to win cleanly. My boys were up protecting the title, and NOT getting involved. But what can you do? Maybe you should keep your roster under wraps, there, bossman.

Rob Belote: Oh I’m doing something about this, and that’s why I’m here.

Loco looks honored.

Loco: Want my input? Well I’m honored. It’s about time you asked my input. Sought me out as far as how things should go when it involves… MY WORLD TITLE!

Rob lets out a chuckle.

Rob Belote: Oh this certainly concerns you, because quite frankly I think you and Crash and Diego were all in cahoots.

Loco looks irate.

Loco Martinez: No way. You're NOT pinning this on me! Watch YOUR show, Rob. I didn't have word ONE to say to those two. Before the match. During the match I ignored them. After the match. THEY concocted a plan. I. DID. NOT!!!

Rob Belote: You know what I saw when I watched that match for a second time? I saw Crash come down to the ring, but I didn’t see him get involved. Did he cause a bit of a distraction? Maybe, but Jake Dominion losing that match? That was Diego’s fault, and so he’ll be punished.

Rob’s eyes narrow.

Rob Belote: But Crash? I can’t exactly punish him, since he didn’t do anything other than possibly conspire with you to help you retain that World Title.

Loco: And why exactly would Crash want to help me?

Rob Belote: Why would a guy like Crash want the World Champion to owe him a favor? Because you could give him a title shot after the upcoming pay per view, something Jake Dominion probably wouldn’t do.

Loco: But Ray Willmott probably would, and I know you have tons of faith in me, but I could very well lose my belt at the pay per view.

Slowly, Rob nods.

Rob Belote: I’ve got a lot of faith in Ray Willmott. He hasn’t been in LEGACY a full year yet, and every big match he’s been in, he comes through. Although, as of yet he hasn’t had any outside interference in any of his matches just yet… and I’d like to keep it that way.

Loco smiles and pats Rob on the shoulder, an appreciative smile on his face.

Loco: Making sure that things at the pay per view stay just between Ray and I? That’s nice of you, Rob.

Rob Belote: Not exactly.

Arch Angel: Not exactly?

Rob turns slightly towards the Anarchy member.

Rob Belote: I know this logic is going to be a little hard to follow, but try to keep up.

Everyone in the room without airbrushed yellow skin looks interested.

Rob Belote: Here’s the thing… I don’t know what you and Crash might have in mind to make sure you get through your match with Ray Willmott with that belt still in your possession, but I don’t want to know, and I’m making sure that any planning you’ve already done is going to be in vain.

Rob pauses a moment, letting things sink in.

Rob Belote: I’m adding Crash to the main event at the pay per view.

Loco looks shocked.

Rob Belote: This way there’s no way he’ll be getting involved in the match. I don’t think Gryffin Anselm or James Win or Tino or Giovanni or anybody else Big Lou can dig up is going to get involved in the main event on Crash’s behalf because I don’t think Jake Dominion would let that happen… nor would your friends John Thomas and Ron Bailey.

Loco nods, seeing where Belote is going, but not liking it one bit.

Loco: So this three-way… is it going to be a triple threat or elimination?

Rob holds up a finger.

Rob Belote: Actually… it’s going to be a fatal fourway, first pinfall wins.

Loco goes from looking annoyed to down right pissed off.

Loco Martinez: This is bullsh-

Rob holds up his hand speaking with authority.

Rob Belote: I know Crash had something to do with the interference at the SuperCard, so I can’t just reward him with a World Title match without lowering his odds of winning just a little bit. That’s why I’m putting Justin Moreno into the match too.

It looks like Loco just got a splitting headache, but he’s trying to hide it.

Rob Belote: I know, great idea, right?

Loco looks like he’s trying to speak, but he stops, thinks, and then speaks.

Loco: So, you put two guys who DIDN'T earn shots into the match. One who YOU THINK colluded to help me win? So how do you end up punishing Ray like this? I mean he went from a one on one to having an uphill battle, having to beat 3 guys. Instead of just me. I don't think he's going to be as happy about this as I am.

Rob freezes, thinks for a moment, then continues.

Rob Belote: Ray…? D’oh!!

T.Rex laughs and Rob lets out a smirk.

Rob Belote: Yes, Ray Willmott. I know his chances of winning the belt go down a bit because of the two extra guys in the match, but I don’t think they go down all that much. Ray’s a fairly crafty guy, and if he had to go through three guys to win the belt, that might be a tough tough task, but since this is a fatal fourway and he could pin any of the three of you… I like his odds... Possibly even more than I did back when it was going to be one-on-one, and that says a lot.

Loco sighs and Rob pats him on the shoulder.

Rob Belote: Well, that’s all I had to say. I gotta run but, uh, trick or treat!

After a smirk, Rob exits the locker room. Loco growls and stands up abruptly.

Loco Martinez: Dammit... I gotta find Crash.

The camera fades to the back where Stephen Rawlings is leaving his locker room. He is so in the zone and determined that he doesn't even close the door. Suddenly Andrew Kelly wlaks up to him with a mic.

Andrew Kelly: Stephen, Stephen.... Do you have a second?

Stephen stops and stares at Andrew.

Stephen Rawlings: Not really... Whats up?

Andrew Kelly: Well, I was just wondering if you had any thoughts or opinions about Devestations match tonight.

Stephen Rawlings: I hope Kasturo chokes the bastard out!

Andrew Kelly: Um, the match is over. Didn't you watch it?

Stephen Rawlings: Obviously I didn't. I was busy. If you forgot, I have my own match to worry about. And after the words Iley has had for me this week, I wanted to make sure I was extra prepared for when I knock that sunavabitch out and pin him for the 123 and prove who the real tecnical genius is.

He begins to walk away and then stops.

Stephen Rawlings: Who won the match? Aww nevermind... I gotta go. I got it on TIVO at home! Now, prepare yourself for perfection!

He rolls his neck as a stretch and walks away towards the ring area. Andrew Kelly watches Stephen go, not knowing what to say.

Jimmy Yates: After seeing Devastation get a win in the third match of the night, it’s now time to see Stephen Rawlings in action .

Alan Ducard: And this is another good preview match for what we should see at the pay per view between Devastation and Stephen Rawlings, because just like Katsuro Yoshida did for Devastation, John Iley provides an opponent who has a considerable amount of technical wrestling skill.

Bryan Harris: It also provides a tough match for former World Champion Stephen Rawlings because John Iley is a guy who has been around this business a bit, albeit on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. He wants to make a good first impression here in his LEGACY debut match, and style-wise he matches up really well against Stephen Rawlings.

Jimmy Yates: When Stephen Rawlings steps into the ring with Devastation at the pay per view, it will be a quick technical guy going up against a strong technical guy, but in this match, they’re both quick technical guys.

Alan Ducard: Everyone knows about Rawlings and what he can do, but this was a big shot for John Iley to prove what he can do, and as soon as this match got started, he went right at it, firing on all cylinders as he tried to take advantage early.

Bryan Harris: I’m glad this match was as close as it was, because this gives Devastation a chance to scout Stephen Rawlings against a very talented opponent, just like Rawlings can do a couple days from now when he watches the match Devastation had with Katsuro Yoshida earlier tonight.

Jimmy Yates: In order to give Devastation as much footage as possible, let’s move on from this recap and get down to the actual match footage.

Start : Footage from the Match

As John Iley rebounds off the far ropes, Rawlings leaps high off the mat and drills Iley in the chest with a high flipping dropkick, sending Iley down onto his back. Without even getting up off the mat, Stephen Rawlings rolls a few feet away and exits the ring under the bottom rope, getting out onto the apron. Hopping up to his feet, Rawlings immediately moves over and gets to the top rope, and as he sees John Iley get back to his feet, Rawlings leaps off and goes for a flying crossbody block, but John Iley catches him in mid air and slams him down onto his knee, then springs himself backwards into a backflip, crashing down onto the mat with Rawlings still in his grasp.

Bryan Harris: There’s the difference 50 pounds of muscle can make!

Jimmy Yates: Iley holds on for the pinfall attempt…

One…

Two…

NO!!!

Rawlings kicks out after two and rolls out of the way, trying to be the first to his feet. Both men get back to a vertical base at relatively the same time, but Rawlings fires in quickly and hits John with a kick to the midsection, doubling him over. Lifting Iley up onto his shoulders, Rawlings turns to face away from the ropes, but before he can hit a move, John hammers Rawlings with an elbow to the side of the head, then shifts his weight backwards into a crucifix roll-up, putting Stephen into another pinning position…

One…

Two..!!

NO!!

Alan Ducard: Another two count for the man from Newcastle upon Tyne.

Jimmy Yates: Is that anywhere near where you moved here from?

Bryan Harris: Do everybody a favor, talk about that stuff over a couple girlie drinks after the show. I don’t care if it’s margaritas or cosmopolitans or whatever, just do your little socializing when we don’t have a match going on in the ring, will ya?

John Iley is the first to get back to his feet, but as Stephen Rawlings starts to get to his feet, he grabs Iley by the ankle, twists around and turns it into a single leg crab. Before he can really get the hold locked in, though, Rawlings starts to lose his grip as Iley twists around and tries to get back to his feet. John gets his second leg underneath him and balances on it as he returns to a vertical base. Not wanting to let John back into another opportunity, Rawlings takes him over with a dragon screw legwhip.

Jimmy Yates: It looks like Stephen Rawlings is working over John Iley’s leg, and if he can keep weakening Iley’s wheel, it takes away a lot from his power game.

Alan Ducard: Interesting strategy by Rawlings, but with all the quick covers Iley has gone for just in the past couple minutes, he might want to be cautious.

Lifting John Iley up off the mat, Stephen Rawlings grabs his opponent by the leg, lifts him up and hits a knee breaker, and Iley nearly crumples to the mat. Taking him by the head and tucking it under his arm, Stephen Rawlings looks like he’s going to go for a suplex, but after he signals to the fans, as Stephen tries to lift Iley up off the mat, John blocks the suplex attempt and then immediately turns it into a Northern Lights Suplex. Bridging, John Iley holds on into a pinfall position.

Jimmy Yates: Isn’t that one of John Iley’s moves…?

Alan Ducard: Tyne Bridge! The ref moves into position and makes the count…

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!!

Bryan Harris: Stephen Rawlings gets his foot on the ropes, and he should feel damned lucky to have been close enough to do that, because the way John Iley had that move hooked on, the way he was pushing down into that bridge… I don’t think it gave Rawlings any chance of shouldering out.

This time John is the first of the two to get to his feet, and wanting to keep in on the attack he reaches down and takes Stephen by the head and tries to lift Rawlings up off the mat, but Rawlings reaches up and grabs him and takes him down to the mat, putting Iley onto his back with a small package…

One…

Two…

KICKOUT!!!

Alan Ducard: Another quick pinfall attempt, and this sends a message to John Iley that he’s not the only one who can end the match in the blink of an eye.

Jimmy Yates: He seems to have awakened a deeper purpose inside of John Iley though.

Getting back to his feet as quickly as he can, John Iley grabs Rawlings and hits a belly to back suplex, retaining his grip and picks Rawlings up again, this time lifting him up off the mat and slams him down onto his feet into an atomic drop. Putting his knee into the back of his opponent’s knee, Iley forces Rawlings down onto his knees. Iley grabs Stephen’s wrists from behind, then shoves Rawlings onto his chest. Locking their legs together, Iley then rocks backwards and turns it into a modified surfboard hold.

Alan Ducard: John Iley going for his signature submission, and if he can lock in the Dragon sleeper after putting Rawlings into the modified surfboard submission, he's got a good chance of winning this match.

Jimmy Yates: It looks like Rawlings has done enough scouting and knows what's coming, and he’s trying to avoid it.

Before John Iley can lock in the Dragon sleeper, Rawlings wrenches one of his arms free, then pulls forward a bit with his other arm, disturbing Iley’s balance. This allows Stephen to slide his leg out of position. As both men start to get to their feet, Rawlings reaches over with his free arm, pries his other arm out of Iley’s grasp and then hooks an arm and flips John over onto his back with an armdrag takeover. Grabbing on to Iley’s head, Rawlings hits a snap suplex, holds on, gets back to his feet and then hits a quick DDT.

Jimmy Yates: Stephen Rawlings not only avoids the submission hold, but he managed to turn things back around in his favor.

Bryan Harris: Rawlings is headed out onto the apron, and he could be going for a high risk move.

Getting to the top rope, Rawlings waits for a moment for John Iley to get back to his feet, and when John turns towards him, Rawlings leaps off and goes for a hurricanrana off the top rope. Obviously having scouted it, Iley rolls through and turns it into a pinfall attempt of his own.

One…

Two…!

Springing out of it, Rawlings grabs John Iley’s legs, turns him onto his back, hops through into a bridging jackknife position turning it into a pinfall attempt….

One…

Two…

Rawlings puts his feet on the ropes for leverage…

Three!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Stephen... Rrrrawlings!!!

Alan Ducard: And despite a couple nearfalls by John Iley, Stephen Rawlings gives himself a little more momentum heading into his pay per view match against Devastation.

Bryan Harris: In the process, he makes John Iley's debut an unsuccessful one.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, but Rawlings put his feet on the ropes, and if he hadn't, I think there's a good chance John Iley could've kicked out!

Making his way back to his locker room after his match, Katsuro Yoshida passes Kevin Oppenheimer. Katsuro keeps walking, but Kevin stops, turns around, and walks up to the Bushido Buntai member.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Yoshi...

Slowing his progress, Katsuro Yoshida walks a couple more feet, stops, and turns around where he's greeted with a smile.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Evening, mate.

Katsuro Yoshida: If you don't mind...

Katsuro puts up a hand and then starts to walk away.

Kevin Oppenheimer: No worries, I just wanted to say hello to a fellow international superstar.

Katsuro stops, then turns around.

Katsuro Yoshida: No offense, but I had a rough match...

Kevin Oppenheimer: I understand how that goes. So... yeah, I just wanted to give you a little piece of advice.

Katsuro narrows his eyes.

Katsuro Yoshida: Advice?

Oppenheimer realizes he might've given the wrong impression.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Not about wrestling or nothin', because even though you lost that match, you still did your thing out there. I've seen your matches over the past few years, you know how to roll. All I'm sayin' is that you might want to lighten up a bit, maybe try to have a little more fun.

They stare at each other for a second.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Just loosen up. You look too stiff out there. You're tryin' too hard. When you start having more fun out there.

Katsuro Yoshida: More fun?

Kevin Oppenheimer: More fun.

After patting Katsuro on the shoulder, Kevin begins to walk off.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Give it some thought.

With a distinct sense of purpose to his stride but a happy-go-lucky look on his face, Kevin Oppenheimer briskly walks through the halls in search of someone else. Spotting the individual he’s looking for, Kevin gets a smirk on his face. The camera turns to show Dan Stein, leaning backwards in a chair with his feet propped up on a table, a 20 ounce soda bottle in hand. When The Lights notices his former student approaching, he nods in his direction and takes another sip from his drink.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Hey Dan, thought I’d find you somewhere back here. Glad to see you’re not too banged up from your Ultimate X Match two weeks ago.

Stein shrugs and Kevin lets out a quick laugh before continuing.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Of course, since I’m not too bad off after what I went through against Matt Towers, I guess I’m not surprised you’re doing alright after your match. Question is, HOW good are you feelin’?

Stein sits up, taking more interest now.

Dan Stein: Not sure I understand…

Kevin Oppenheimer: One of my strengths has always been my stamina and my ability to recover as quickly as possible, whether it’s fighting or partying or… whatever. But two weeks ago, it occurred to me that no one around here knows about my strengths other than two people… that being Hector Rodriguez from our battles elsewhere… and you.

Not sure where things are going from here, Stein leans forward in his chair.

Dan Stein: So… what’s on your mind, Kev?

Kevin Oppenheimer: I need to prove myself around here, I haven’t been able to do that so far, and I want another shot at it. Bottom line, Dan-o, I want a rematch with you, and I’d like it happen tonight.

Stein looks a bit taken aback.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Look, I know you carry your ring attire with you everywhere you go so I’d be really surprised if you don’t have it somewhere in the arena. You can have a couple minutes to think about things and decide if you want to get into the ring with me… I’m going to go suit up, and I’ll be waiting for your answer in the ring.

After giving a smirk, Kevin turns and walks off, leaving Stein to think about the challenge.

This portion of Legacy opens up in a lounge room. There is a TV going and a person sitting in one of the lounge chairs, intently watching the video footage. The camera zooms in on the TV to see a video of Mirage in several older matches of him. The camera turns and sees the person that is sitting in the chair, who happens to be Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. Crazy Boy is bandaged up around his ribs and has several bandages on his face from the sneak attack that Mirage gave him last week, after beating the monster known as Lucien Grey at the Strife SuperCard. Tyrone is really focused on the TV, trying to figure out everything to know about Mirage, when he doesn't even notice someone walking behind him and stopping behind the Crazy One, staring at the TV. The camera makes a quick turn to see that it is Eli Storm standing there, arms folded with a grin on his face. Eli lets out a slight chuckle, which seems to break Crazy Boy out of his trance. Tyrone turns his head around and sees Eli standing there, still chuckling to himself.

Crazy Boy: What's so funny?

Storm: You...thinking that you actually did something.

Tyrone turns his whole body around and stares at Eli with a little bit of a confused look on his face.

CB: What do you mean “did something”?

Storm: Your little win over Grey. The fact that you think that you can beat Mirage. My how Robert loves to allow the little boys a chance to dream.

Tyrone sighs and shakes his head slowly, then turns his head back around, making a quick glance at the TV.

CB: You saw me beat Mirage at DESTINED FOR GREATNESS. I beat him right there in the center of the ring. He knew he could not beat me again, which is why he beat me down after the match, trying to weaken me. He is scared. He knows I have him figured out. I am going to beat him again at Strife right in the middle of the ring. Unlike you, I don't have to cheat to win.

Storm: Now, now boy...I didn't cheat, I used what was open to me to advance myself in the win column. And I never have to cheat. Especially with guys like YOU around.

Tyrone gets up from the chair and stares intently at Eli, trying to comprehend what he just said.

CB: Hey, if I remember correctly, just earlier today, you had to use the ropes on Greg Alcotta. Wow. Big achievement. I am not going to have to do anything to beat Mirage. I am going to beat him, and continue to etch my name in Legacy.

Storm: Etch your name? Heh, no...hold on...you are serious aren't you. You actually think that you can do it. Let me give you a reality check. Guys like you are nothing...you will always be nothing.

Storm's cellphone buzz and he picks it up. He turns and looks at CB.

Storm: Hey, that was nothing on the phone. He says he knows you...and he doesn't believe in you. Get it straight, kid. You don't have what it takes and the luck is slowly running out.

Tyrone's face reddens and walks up and almost stares face to face with Eli Storm. He shakes his head and sighs bewilderedly.

CB: If I wasn't injured, I would show you that I am better than Mirage, and I could walk circles around you. You couldn't beat me even on your best day, Eli.

Storm: Kid, I'm a former World Champion from a top notch fed and you...you are just another fan in tights trying to live a dream. So you have a little boo-boo, don't let that get in the way of letting me show you the difference between being good and…

Storm points to himself.

Storm: Incredible.

CB: Former World Champion eh? What an accomplishment! I have traveled all over the world, winning multiple championships in everywhere I have traveled. Your one championship doesn't impress me.

In the distance, you can hear Tyrone's entrance music starting to play.

CB: Now if you excuse me, I have bigger fish to fry. Injured or not, after I beat Mirage tonight, I will make sure that YOU get what is coming to you.

Storm: I'm not hard to find boy...I'm not hard to find..

Tyrone continues a staredown with Eli before he turns around and walks toward the ring, heading toward his match with Mirage.

Bryan Harris: I’ll be real honest right now. When I saw Kevin Oppenheimer challenge Dan Stein to a rematch earlier tonight, I thought he was crazy.

Jimmy Yates: From what I’ve seen of Kevin Oppenheimer so far, I’ve been impressed with the potential he’s shown, but even I was skeptical of seeing him get back into the ring so soon after the beating he took against Matt Towers two weeks ago.

Alan Ducard: After telling Dan Stein he wanted to face him in a rematch from their DESTINED FOR GREATNESS match, Kevin Oppenheimer came down to the ring, and even at that point I wasn’t sure whether or not Dan Stein was going to accept the challenge.

Bryan Harris: Well Dan Stein didn’t make Kevin Oppenheimer wait long, because no sooner did Oppenheimer get into the ring and ask for a mic from the ring keeper than Dan Stein’s music hit and The Lights came down to the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Two weeks ago at the SuperCard, Kevin Oppenheimer wasn’t the only one with a tough match. Dan Stein had a grueling Ultimate X match against X-Calibur, and when I heard the challenge made, I didn’t think Stein was going to accept it.

Alan Ducard: I don’t think anyone could blame either Dan Stein or Kevin Oppenheimer for wanting to stay unbooked and out of the ring for STRIFE 28, but when they got into the ring, neither man looked worse for the wear.

Bryan Harris: They both looked like they really wanted to rebound from their matches at the SuperCard, and I would almost say that this match was more exciting than the one they had during the DESTINED FOR GREATNESS weekend.

Jimmy Yates: Since this match wasn’t even originally scheduled to take place tonight, there’s not a lot of time for it to take place, so let’s cut the “pre-match talk” short and get down to the footage.

Start : Footage from the Match

Locked up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, Kevin Oppenheimer backs Dan Stein up into the far corner, letting go and drilling him with a knife-edge chop to the chest. He follows that up with a second knife-edge chop, then holds on to the top rope, jumps up with his feet onto Stein’s thighs and then grabs on to Dan’s shoulders and falls backwards, sending Dan across the ring with a monkey flip. Right back on his feet, Kevin runs in and tries to lock up again with Stein, but before he gets there, Oppenheimer’s taken down with a quick drop toe hold. Dan quickly spins around and locks his arm around Kevin’s neck and wrenches back into a side headlock.

Alan Ducard: Dan Stein really using all his strength to his advantage with his positioning, and he’s really wrenching in that side headlock.

Bryan Harris: I don’t know how long he’s going to be able to keep this up. He’s a strong individual for his size, but Dan Stein is much smaller than his former protégé Kevin Oppenheimer.

Jimmy Yates: It looks like Dan realizes he’s not going to be able to hold this on much longer…

Changing his positioning around, Stein flips over and drives an elbow shot into Kevin’s ribs, and then Dan repositions himself again and drills Oppenheimer with a hard right hand to the ribs on the other side, causing Kevin to try to cover up. With Oppenheimer using his forearms to cover his ribs, Stein throws a forearm shot that connects with Kevin’s face. Knowing he has to do something, Oppenheimer pulls his legs up and gets them around Stein’s torso, keeping his opponent slightly at bay.

Bryan Harris: Smart move there by Kevin Oppenheimer as he gets up his guard, because if he would’ve taken more of those shots from Stein, he could be in a lot of trouble.

Jimmy Yates: Dan realizes that it’s hopeless to try with that strategy, and now he’s trying to change things up.

Focusing his efforts on getting past Kevin’s guard, Dan uses his arms to pry Oppenheimer’s legs off of him, and then he slips backwards and gets out of the hold. Before Kevin can get back up to his feet, though, Stein dives in and locks back on the side headlock again.

Alan Ducard: Well Kevin kept himself from the “ground and pound” positioning, but Stein uses that mixed martial arts training he’s been getting and he gets that side headlock back on.

Bryan Harris: The side headlock is an effective move to wear down your opponent, but if Dan wants to win this match, he’s going to have to do something more.

Jimmy Yates: If he can wear Kevin down enough, he could find a spot to use his signature enzuigiri, and that would be enough to put just about anyone on their back.

Shifting around his legs, Kevin gets his knee underneath himself, positions Dan more to his side and then he’s able to wrap his arms around Stein’s waist. Oppenheimer picks his opponent up off the mat, lifts straight up and then drops backwards, putting Stein onto the mat with a backdrop suplex. Swinging his legs around and getting back to his feet, Kevin stands back and starts yelling at Dan to get back to his feet. When Dan starts to get up, Kevin takes a step in to try to lock up again, but Stein leaps up off of his feet and drills him with a huge high flipping dropkick.

Alan Ducard: Look at the elevation Stein got on that!!

Stumbling backwards, it looks like Oppenheimer is going to fall backwards through the ropes, but he grabs onto the top rope with his right hand as his torso passes between the top and middle ropes, and Kevin uses his grip to propel himself forward, hitting Stein with a charging forearm shot that levels him. Lifting Stein up off the mat, Kevin puts his opponent up onto his shoulder, pulling down with a Canadian backbreaker, then walks over and flips Stein forwards, putting him up onto the top turnbuckle.

Alan Ducard: Kevin Oppenheimer isn’t just putting Stein up on the top rope, he’s not letting go of Dan’s head.

Jimmy Yates: We’ve seen this before, I think Oppenheimer is going to try for that European Uppercut combined with the falling neckbreaker…

Hooking Dan’s ankles on the top rope, Kevin starts to pull Stein outwards from the top turnbuckle, but Dan uses his leg strength and pulls himself back up onto the top rope. Once settled, Stein connects with a right hand that buys himself an opening, and he jumps off the top rope and hits a diving forearm shot that puts Kevin down onto his back.

Alan Ducard: Dan Stein looks poised and ready to finish off his former student…

Jimmy Yates: I think you’re right, I think we’re going to see The Lights!

When Kevin Oppenheimer gets up to his feet, Stein steps in, hops up and swings his legs over as he goes for THE LIGHTS enzuigiri, but Kevin spots it just in time and ducks underneath it. Sliding his arms into place, Kevin locks in a backslide, putting Stein into a pinfall position…

One…

Two..!

Three!!

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

Jimmy Yates: In a rematch from the DESTINED FOR GREATNESS weekend, Kevin Oppenheimer finally gets a win over Dan Stein, and I guess his "Have Fun" attitude works out well for him.

Bryan Harris: This is something I don't understand... Dan Stein just lost a match, and now he's standing there looking.... proud!!

Alan Ducard: That's a distinct possibility.

A skateboard rolls down the back halls of the arena, large blue and white shoes on top of it. As we zoom out, we see yellow legs which have been airbrushed yellow. Zooming out further, we see blue shorts, a red tshirt, and arms which have been airbrushed yellow just like his legs. Zooming out all the way, we see that the individual is John Thomas, and his costume for tonight, complete with the spiky blonde hair, is of Bart Simpson. Suddenly he stops skateboarding and picks up his board, and as we zoom out further, we see Anastasia Ewing standing next to him, a cut-off Superman shirt which is strategically shortened in places to show extra middriff and cleavage. Her red shorts are VERY short, as is the red cape that hangs down her back. A voice calls out from down the hall.

Voice: So, I finally find y'all.

The camera turns to spot Ron Bailey walking up, wearing a blue tank top with a white rectangle on the front with "Duff" written in black letters inside the box. He's wearing a red cape and a matching red cap, both of which have the "Duff" logo on it. Around his waist is a belt which has a bunch of aluminum cans attached to it, each one red with the "Duff" logo on it. Blue pants, large white gloves, and black sunglasses finish off the outfit. Once he finally reaches the spot where John and Anastasia are standing, he looks at John and smirks, then looks over at their female road agent friend.

"Duffman" Ron Bailey: What, you didn't get the memo?

John Thomas: Like I told you, you could've fit into the whole "Simpsons" motif with Ron and I, but you chose not to.

Anastasia Ewing: Come on, who would I have been, Marge? I don't think so. Besides, "Smallville"? It's hot right now.

"Duffman" Ron shrugs, and then someone else walks up. The camera pans over to show Diego de Cardenas and Hector Rodriguez standing there, looking at John, Ron, and Miss Ewing. Diego has a grin on his face.

Diego de Cardenas - Nicely done, boys. Playing up the whole Halloween costume thing, even sharing a theme for your costumes... Not something I would've done, but whatever.

Hector Rodriguez: Hey, "Duffman" Ron, that actually cerveza in those cans, or did you just cover up a coke?

"Duffman" Ron takes a can off of his belt and tosses it to Hector.

"Duffman" Ron: It's not Corona, but I don't think you'll be disappointed.

Hector pops the top and takes a couple gulps, obviously enjoying it a bit.

Diego de Cardenas - Hey Thomas, since you patched stuff up with Belote, any chance you could get Hector and I a shot at the tag titles?

John looks confused.

John Thomas: What makes you think I've patched things up with him?

Diego looks at Hector, slightly amused.

Diego de Cardenas - Well I just figured that since you two are doing the themed costume thing tonight that you're back to being family.

John is even more confused.

John Thomas: What are you talking about?

Hector laughs.

Hector Rodriguez: You dressed up as Bart Simpson... he dressed up as Homer Simpson...

John looks mortified.

Diego de Cardenas - Looks like it's just an unfortunate coincidence... and a Halloween you'll probably never forget.

Hector Rodriguez: So I guess we're just going to have to wait a little longer for those tag title shots.

Hector shrugs.

John Thomas: Yeah, I guess so. And besides, I don't know if you're aware of it Diego, but Jake Dominion... he's looking for you tonight... and I imagine the front office is going to be more inclined to set up a match between the two of you before they give you and Hector a shot at the World Tag Titles.

Diego shrugs.

Diego de Cardenas - If they want to set that up, it'll be Jake's funeral.

John smirks.

John Thomas: If they set that up, kick his ass a little bit for me, will ya?

Diego de Cardenas - I'll make sure he knows a couple shots I give him are for you...

Hector Rodriguez: If you want to hurt him so bad, chico, why not set up a match with him yourself?

John shrugs.

John Thomas: Someday? Yeah, I'll get into the ring with Dominion, but I've got someone else to deal with before then.

Bryan Harris: The next match of the night is between Mirage and Crazy Boy, and there is quite the heated history between these two.

Alan Ducard: For anyone who might have forgotten, a match between Crazy Boy and Mirage was fought a couple months ago after a backstage encounter. Mirage made the challenge and got a win over Crazy Boy, but he did so with a little help.

Jimmy Yates: Then Crazy Boy got the big win in a triple threat match at DESTINED FOR GREATNESS that included both Mirage and Justin Moreno.

Bryan Harris: Mirage wasn’t happy about the loss and as soon as it was over, it was very clear that Mirage wanted to get his revenge.

Alan Ducard: The intensity that Mirage has shown, it was almost like Crazy Boy stole something from him.

Bryan Harris: Well Mirage is a very prideful guy who doesn’t like losing, and I can’t blame him for wanting another shot at beating Crazy Boy.

Jimmy Yates: Speaking of prideful… I’m not even sure what to think about Crazy Boy right now. I know tonight is Halloween, Crazy Boy is a fun-loving guy, but I gotta question what goes through a competitor’s mind that makes him think it’s okay to come to the ring dressed like a girl.

Alan Ducard: It’s certainly not my cup of tea, but seeing the tenacity Crazy Boy brought to this match early on, I knew he was going to have a chance to win this match.

Bryan Harris: It was a hard fought match between two guys who hate one another, I can’t ask for anything more than that, so let’s get down to the footage.

Start : Footage from the Match

With one hand on the back of his opponent’s head, Crazy Boy drills Mirage in the side of the head with a forearm shot. Firing right back in, Crazy Boy hits a second forearm shot, then a third. As he gets driven backwards with each shot, Mirage soon finds himself backed into the corner. Not letting up, Crazy Boy continues in with the forearms, absolutely wearing Mirage out. Satisfied with the damage he’s done, Crazy Boy then grabs Mirage’s arm and drapes it over the top rope, doing the same with the second.

Bryan Harris: What in the hell is this kid doing?

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know, but now he’s doing the same thing to Mirage’s legs!

One by one Crazy Boy grabs Mirage’s ankles and puts his leg over the top rope, hooking them inside the bottom rope. Running halfway across the ring, Crazy Boy then turns around, charges in, leaps into the air and hits a dropkick to the chest.

Alan Ducard: Fantastically jarring dropkick by Crazy Boy, and listen to these fans, they can’t get enough of this young man.

Bryan Harris: Crazy Boy gets lucky enough to get Mirage into a bad position, and look at what he’s doing right now… he’s show-boating!

Jimmy Yates: Well Mirage is working to get himself free, and this would certainly give Mirage a potential opportunity to get back into this match, but I don’t think it’s such a problem for Crazy Boy to play up to his fans for a moment.

Seeing that Mirage now has both of his legs free, Crazy Boy charges back into the corner, but before he can get there, Mirage lifts a leg up off the mat and drills Crazy Boy in the face, rocking him backwards and down to the mat.

Bryan Harris: That’s exactly what I was talking about!

Getting back to his feet as quickly as he can, Crazy Boy staggers a bit from being kicked in the face, giving Mirage an opportunity to hop up onto the second rope, and when Crazy Boy gets close enough, Mirage dives off and takes his opponent down with a clothesline.

Jimmy Yates: Mirage has that look in his eye, I’ve seen it plenty of times before… he’s out for blood.

Bryan Harris: And it’s Crazy Boy’s fault that he let Mirage back into this match, and that’s why Crazy Boy won’t ever hold gold in this organization. He’s not ring savvy enough.

Alan Ducard: I believe Crazy Boy has a decent chance of not only holding gold here in LEGACY, but also making a comeback and winning this match.

Reaching down, Mirage lifts Crazy Boy up off the mat, lifts him up and hits an inverted atomic drop. Not releasing his grasp, Mirage lifts his opponent up off the mat again, dives forward driving Crazy Boy down onto the mat with a spinebuster. A determined smirk on his face, Mirage gets up to his feet and then hits a standing elbow drop to the balls. Not pleased with the blatant disregard for the rules, the ref steps in and admonishes Mirage, forcing him to back up a few steps. Seeing that his opponent is beginning to get up, Mirage tries to stay on the advantage so he steps in to pick up Crazy Boy, but at that moment Crazy Boy raises up off the mat and hits a low blow. Not playing favorites, the ref admonishes Crazy Boy for his breaking of the rules.

Alan Ducard: Although he is yelling at Crazy Boy for the move, the referee’s certainly not going to disqualify either of these men for something like a low blow.

Jimmy Yates: In heated matches like this, I’m sure the front office instructs the referees to let things go, because if this would’ve ended in a disqualification, the tensions between these two would’ve grown even higher

Bryan Harris: Which could leave to even more heated matches, but that’s not what the front office is looking for.

Alan Ducard: Well the reason they don’t want to see that is because it also leads to other matches being ruined by outside interference.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, well then when things get out of control because regular matches aren’t ending in disqualification just because two people really hate each other, that’s when someone gets hurt, and I don’t want to hear complaining when Crazy Boy comes up lame.

Wanting to get things done as quickly as possible, Crazy Boy lifts Mirage up off his feet, runs over and dumps him upside down in the corner into the tree of woe position. Backing up across the ring, Crazy Boy then runs towards the corner where his opponent is hanging and he then dives and slides past Mirage. On the way past Mirage as he slides out of the ring, Crazy Boy hits a karate chop to the throat of his opponent.

Jimmy Yates: That’ll make it harder for Mirage to breathe!

Alan Ducard: Mirage coughing and holding his neck, and it looks like the referee is going to help release him from the Tree of Woe

Bryan Harris: And Crazy Boy could care less, he’s going to the top rope!

Mirage gets over onto his knees and then stumbles backwards towards the middle of the ring. When he stands up fully, Mirage is drilled in the chest by Crazy Boy, who flew off the top rope and connected with a flying missile dropkick, getting a huge ovation from the fans.

Jimmy Yates: It’s the Crazy Drop!!

Bryan Harris: He’s got Mirage on his back, now, but is Crazy Boy going to be able to follow it up?!

Getting to his knees, Crazy Boy pumps both of his fists into the air a couple times, getting an even bigger reaction from the fans. Grabbing Mirage by the head, Tyrone lifts his opponent up to his feet and then tries to lift him up off the mat, but Mirage jams his thumb into Crazy Boy’s eyes, making a quick opportunity for himself, and he takes advantage of it. Ducking down a bit, Mirage grabs Crazy Boy around the waist, lifts him up and falls backwards, dropping Crazy Boy’s neck down across the top rope.

Alan Ducard: Quick thinking by Mirage to hit the stun gun, getting him back into this match.

Bryan Harris: Crazy Boy first making it hard for him to breathe, now Mirage returns the favor!

Jimmy Yates: Mirage is backing up halfway across the ring as Crazy Boy is clutching his throat and gasping for air, and I think we’re about to see Mirage go for that field goal kick to the jaw he’s been using so effectively lately.

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy felt it two weeks ago, and he can tell you just how devastating it is!

Spotting that his opportunity is at hand, Mirage runs in, swings his leg back and then drives it forward going right for his opponent’s jaw… but Crazy Boy moves out of the way at the last moment and Mirage steps past, connecting with nothing but air much to the delight of the fans all over the arena. Turning around, Mirage runs in again, but this time Crazy Boy steps forward, ducks his shoulder and it looks like he’s going for a samoan drop, but once he gets Mirage up on his shoulders, Crazy Boy quickly shuffles his feet, spinning around with an airplane spin, and then he dives backwards and slams Mirage down onto his back with a Samoan drop.

Bryan Harris: Well that was a crazy move…

Jimmy Yates: It’s things like that which got Tyrone Smith the nickname he’s got!

Alan Ducard: It might have done him more harm than good, though.

Upon getting back to his feet, Crazy Boy staggers around for a minute, obviously dizzy, and then runs in and tries to pick up Mirage, but on the way up Mirage drills him with a hard uppercut, creating some separation between the two by backing Crazy Boy up a step. Mirage staggers to the corner, and as Crazy Boy shakes the dizziness he charges in for a spear, but Mirage is barely able to sidestep it, causing Crazy Boy to connect with the corner ringpost with his shoulder. Taking his opponent by the waistband, Mirage pulls Crazy Boy out of the corner, grabs him by the hair, arches him backwards, and then hits his inverse ddt.

Bryan Harris: This is going to be it! Mirage hooks the leg…

One…

Two…

Three.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Mirrrrrage!!

Alan Ducard: For the second time tonight, someone gets some retribution over what happened at DESTINED FOR GREATNESS.

Jimmy Yates: Crazy Boy did a hell of a job in there against Mirage, but he just couldn't get it done.

Bryan Harris: I, for one, am not surprised that Mirage won this match. What happened at DESTINED FOR GREATNESS was a fluke, and Mirage just proved it. Mirage has done big things in every organization he's been a part of, and I don't see any reason why LEGACY is going to be any different for him.

Jimmy Yates: When Mirage gets his opportunity to take his success in LEGACY to the next level, I think people had better take notice.

The camera cuts to the locker room of the arena from earlier this evening, Greg Allocca is seen with his gymbag slung over his shoulder, walking towards his assigned locker. From around the corner, comes X-Calibur, walking confidently, the Tao of Valor championship slung over his shoulder. He's wearing the same infamous black shirt with pink writing that caused absolute turmoil across the IWC from a few weeks ago. Greg's eyes however, bypass the pink-icity and dart immediately toward the belt, unmoving.

X-Calibur: Greg? Allocca? Shit... last show it was Dex... this show, it's you. I swear, it's like "blast from the past" month in LEGACY. Think Trouble U will show up next week?

Greg doesn't say anything as X-Calibur's eyes meet his, which have remained steadfast to the gold.
X chuckles for a moment, and adjusts the title, as he makes his way to the locker room bench. Resting his back against the metal lockers and his right foot up on the bench, he nods to Greg who simply places his bag down on the bench, still looking at the gold around X’s shoulder.

X-Calibur: Someone... will eventually remember Trouble U... I hope.

Greg continues to remain silent, as X-Calibur's failed attempts at conversation continue as the seconds move forward. Smirking, X snaps his fingers as if a lightbulb went off in his head.

X-Calibur: You know something, Greg? We always seem to end up crossing paths this way. You come into a wrestling promotion, and I'm already a champion. Then we end up having a match, and... well, you usually end up getting beat.

Greg's eyes finally move towards X's.

X-Calibur: Oh. Seriously? That's what it takes for you to look at me?

Greg says nothing.

X-Calibur: If that's what it takes for you to "look" at me... what will it take for you to "speak" to me?

Greg still says nothing.

X-Calibur: How about... you suck?

Still nothing.

X-Calibur: Sexual blueberries was a terrible gimmick?

Still... nothing.

X-Calibur: You were the Anvil to Beorn's Bret in "Totally Metal"?

Greg's eerie silence causes a sort of discomfort from X-Calibur, who decides to stand up straight and places his belt on the bench.

X-Calibur: Look man, I don't want to pick a fight with you. Believe it or not, I actually like you. You were there in the beginning of my career. You were there when I started winning matches. You were there when people started taking notice of me. You were there when I became World Champion.

For a split second, one of Greg's pupils dialated... and then the whole eye twitched.

X-Calibur: But even next to a world title reign... when I beat you in the ring, Greg? THAT’s when I really knew I "made it".

Greg cocks his head, his one eye still a little dialated.

X-Calibur: Hey... you okay man? Does somebody need a briefer on the Wellness Policy or something?

Greg tosses down the gymbag, walks over to the locker and bangs his head repeatedly against it. X-Calibur's face contorts in confusion as Greg finally begins to break his silence...the words broken up by the loud banging of his head against the locker.

Greg: You want me to speak to you, X? What is there for me to say? Would you like to hear what 'they' think of you, X? What if I told you that 'they' would like nothing more than for me to expose your inner organs to the daylight? Right here. This moment.

Greg stops pounding his head against the wall. He walks closer to X-Calibur, crouches down a bit so he can look the X-Man dead in the eyes. You can see the intensity growing in his muscles as veins begin to bulge from his arms.

Greg: Time and time again, you and I have stepped through those ropes on opposite sides. And yet each time the results have been the same. Try as I may, Try as I might. You always emerge the victor. But what if I told you that I'm not the same man that you've beaten again and again?

Greg starts laughing uncontrollably. X just shakes his head, the look on his face is enough to tell you his thoughts. "This guy's fuckin' nuts."

Greg: What if I told you that that man is dead X? Replaced by something uglier. Something more primal. Driven by a need for chaos that only stepping through those ropes can fulfill. What would you say to that, X? Would you be willing to walk with me into hell? And dance this little dance of ours...one....more...time?

Greg turns away from X, rises up to his feet, begins pacing around in a small circle waiting for X's response.

X-Calibur: I don't know about this "walking through hell" stuff... but, I'd be more than willing to knock some sense into you in a wrestling match. Perletta pending, I'll even give you a shot at the Tao of Valor Championship. How's that sound?

X looks Greg over one more time, and then shakes his head.

X-Calibur: But for the love of God, Greg... lay off the ganja. Eh?

X forcefully pats Greg on the side of his shoulder, and heads out of the locker room. Greg meanwhile, takes a seat on the locker room bench, unnaturally stone faced. Unnaturally pale and sweaty. Unnaturally lifeless.

When the camera goes backstage we see Trent Logan at a locker room door knocking, and a moment later the door opens and reveals that it is the locker room of none other than Domination. RAGE motions for Trent to come on in as VENOM takes a drink of some obviously "untainted" Aqua Fina. Logan is dressed in a suit and tie, as the other two are dressed in t-shirts and jeans, more or less street clothes for the moment.

Trent Logan: Alright guys, I know tonight is Halloween and I know you aren't quite the kind to dress up for the holiday, but I did want to stop by tonight and show you something that the LEGACY merchandising department is working on for us. Believe it or not the people are really starting to get behind you guys, which means of course the merchandising machine will get behind you including ... t-shirts. So without further ado ...

Trent tosses a black t-shirt at each man who unfolds it and holds it up in front of his face. On the t-shirt front it says "Domination: Logan's Guns" in silver and on the back it reads "You can run but you can'd hide from Total Domination." This gets an approving smile from both fighters and they turn back to Trent.

Trent Logan: Last week was just the beginning. We aren't done with any of them, not by a long shot. I said before I love two colors. Green and gold. Well we're going to add a third color to that and it's red. We won't be getting our money from any of them, but we can get our gold and we can have our pound of flesh. We're going back after the LEGACY tag team titles. We'll have our gold, and we'll leave a trail of bodies in our path to them. I don't care if Ron Bailey and Thomas want to get our way again. I don't care if its Big Lou's goons or Crash who want to get involved. The fact is Win and Anselm's championship run is on borrowed time. They can run, but they can't hide.

With that the scene fades out.

Bryan Harris: Next up is the only championship match of the evening, and in a bizarre twist, it was the champions who made the challenge for this one.

Alan Ducard: I’m still a bit fuzzy on the details why they made the challenge, but from what I have been able to deduce, apparently Calgary Carl said something to Big Lou or one of those guys, and as we heard Gryffin Anselm say two weeks ago at the SuperCard, he was none too pleased about it.

Jimmy Yates: Apparently it got the Diabolik members in a little bit of hot water with their boss, and whatever it was, that doesn’t necessarily matter. What does matter is that it angered Gryffin and James enough to where they wanted to get the Canuckin’ Cowboys into the ring, and with the titles on the line, there was no way that Jerry Starr and Allen Franks were going to turn down the opportunity.

Bryan Harris: Well they’d be stupid not to take the match, even if they were worried that the Diabolik were going to kick their heads in. It’s a title match, and even a blind squirrel finds a nut now and again, so Calgary Carl and his boys had every right to think they may catch a break and be the team to end this monstrously long title reign put together by Gryffin Anselm and James Win. The team that does that automatically puts themselves into the discussion for best LEGACY tag team of all time.

Jimmy Yates: I think the term “kick their heads in” is a very appropriate term to use, because early on in this match, that’s just about exactly what Gryffin and The All Star were trying to do.

Alan Ducard: Even before the opening bell was rung to start this match, the World Tag Team Champions attacked the challengers, taking the early advantage. As it was a big match for the Canuckin’ Cowboys to prove themselves, they did give it 110% and were able to gain control of the match even after the early blindsided attack by the Diabolik.

Bryan Harris: I have to admit, I was surprised at how the Canuckin’ Cowboys looked after they gained control, and after about five minutes into the match, they certainly had me worried that they were going to take home the belts.

Jimmy Yates: I was surprised, too, but for a different reason. I’d say that Calgary Carl is basically the glue that holds this team together, and a couple minutes into the match the referee ordered Carl to leave the ringside area and head to the back. I thought for sure that with Carl back in the locker room that Allen and Jerry wouldn’t work as well together, but I was mistaken.

Alan Ducard: There’s no evidence to support claims of Carl’s presence being a detriment to the performance of Franks and Starr, however their level of competition did not suffer, I don’t believe, with him being sent backstage.

Bryan Harris: Jerry Starr is much too intelligent a competitor to allow someone like Calgary Carl to hang around him on a weekly basis if, in fact, Carl was pulling him down.

Jimmy Yates: Something smells funny about all this. I’m not even sure why Calgary Carl was sent away from the ring. It’s not like he was getting physically involved in the match or anything.

Alan Ducard: I suppose the referee had his reasons, and maybe we’ll find out sometime in the near future, but for now let’s get to the footage of the sole championship match on STRIFE 28.

Start : Footage from the Match

Blocking a right hand from James Win, Jerry Starr reaches in and lifts The All Star up off his feet and tosses him down to the mat with a bodyslam. Not wasting a bit of time, Starr then hits a quick elbow drop that connects right in the center of Win’s chest. Backing up into the corner, Starr waits for James to sit up, and as soon as he does, Jerry runs in and does a forwards flip over Win’s head from behind, grabbing him from the back of the neck, pulling him forward and letting him go.

Alan Ducard: Very athletic move by Jerry Starr, using a it to hit The All Star with a bit of whiplash.

Bryan Harris: And this is one of the things I like about the Canuckin’ Cowboys, Jerry Starr especially… He’s following it up by keeping in on Win.

Staying in on the offensive, Starr locks Win into a standing armbar even before he gets him back to his feet, and when he does Jerry pulls The All Star over to the corner of the challengers and tags in his partner Allen Franks. Franks hops over the top rope to get into the ring and then immediately jumps up onto the middle rope, turns, jumps, then drops a double axhandle down onto the wrenched shoulder of The All Star.

Jimmy Yates: Nice double-team by the Cowboys… should be interesting to see how long they can keep James Win in the ring…

Bryan Harris: And more importantly for them, it’s all about how long they can keep Gryffin Anselm OUT of the ring.

Reaching down, Allen Franks tries to lift Win up off the mat, but The All Star was waiting for the opportunity and stops Franks in his tracks with a poke to the eye. Getting all the way back to his feet, James Win then hits a jawbreaker. Franks still on his feet, Win gets to his feet, grabs Franks around one of his legs, lifts him upwards and falls backwards, dropping Allen face first down onto the mat.

Alan Ducard: Interesting combination by James Win who gets a little admonishing from the referee for the poke to the eye that started it.

Bryan Harris: He doesn’t care about what the referee has to say, and nor should he. He just bought him the opportunity to turn this match around.

Jimmy Yates: That’s exactly what might happen now that Gryffin Anselm just got the tag into the match.

The first thing Gryffin does when he gets into the ring is to lay into Allen Franks with a hard stomp which crumples Franks back down to the mat. Grabbing Allen by the arm, Gryffin lifts his opponent back up to his feet and sends him into the ropes with an irish whip. On the return Anselm takes a couple quick steps forward and leaps into the air, drilling Franks with a jumping knee to the chest.

Bryan Harris: That’ll take the wind right outta ya.

Lifting Allen Franks back up off the mat, Anselm lifts his opponent high up off his feet into a gorilla press position, holding him there for a few seconds in a display of strength, and then he twists Franks and drops him down onto his shoulder and all in one fluid motion hits a powerslam. Immediately following the move, Anselm hops back up to his feet and roars like a lion, further inciting the fans all over the arena.

Alan Ducard: Nice explosion there in that gorilla press slam by Anselm, and Allen Franks will be lucky if that didn’t break his back.

Jimmy Yates: It looks like Gryffin is going for the pinfall, and I think he might’ve waited a bit too long to follow up!

One..

Two...

Franks shoulders out.

Alan Ducard: You have to question Gryffin’s decision making right here… first he takes too long to go for the pinfall attempt, and now instead of following it up, he chooses again to taunt the fans.

Bryan Harris: When you’ve held a championship as long as Gryffin has, I think you deserve the benefit of the doubt on the decisions you make… and now Gryffin’s going back at the attack, let’s see how much his taunting didn’t hurt him.

Moving back in, Gryffin drops to his knees, puts his hands around his opponent’s throat and starts choking Franks, whose shoulders are still down on the mat. The referee moves in and starts yelling at Gryffin Anselm, who releases the choke hold at the four count. Not only does the ref get Anselm to stop choking Franks, but once Gryffin removes his hands he is forced to get to his feet and back up halfway across the ring. This gives Allen Franks a chance to get back to his feet, and when he does, Anselm runs in and goes for a clothesline. Franks ducks the attempt, turns around and connects with a dropkick to the shin that drops Gryffin down to a knee.

Jimmy Yates: Allen Franks getting an opportunity here, but can he capitalize?!

Alan Ducard: If these fans have anything to say about it, if their cheers influence things at all, he just might!

Turning his head towards his own corner, Allen Franks yells something to Jerry Starr, momentarily catching Gryffin’s attention and confusing him a bit. Franks then steps in and grabs Gryffin’s arm going for an irish whip. Anselm tries to reverse it into a short arm clothesline, but as he’s pulled in Franks ducks underneath Gryffin’s arm and keeps running. Just before Franks hits the ropes, Jerry Starr hops over the top rope, and as Allen charges in towards Gryffin, so does Jerry Starr. Franks leaves his feet and goes for a dropkick just as Starr dives in for a chop block to Anselm’s shins, and Starr connects first, sending Anselm forward, and then Franks connects, sending Anselm backwards and down to the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Great double team move by the Canuckin’ Cowboys!

Bryan Harris: Whoa, whoa, whoa, that was a good move, but as you can see Gryffin Anselm is moving a little bit on the mat, and it’s only a matter of moments before he gets back to his feet.

Alan Ducard: The All Star is going to try his best to keep the Cowboys from continuing in on the offensive.

Getting in the ring to help out his tag team partner, James Win gets into the ring and hits Allen Franks with a flying leg lariat, taking him off his feet. This gives Anselm enough time to get up off the mat, and when he does he rocks Franks back with a hard left jab, then takes him off his feet with a short clothesline.

Jimmy Yates: Damn it!

Bryan Harris: What, it’s okay when the Cowboys do a double-team, but when it’s the Diabolik do it, suddenly it’s the worst thing ever?

Alan Ducard: After providing the assist that gave Gryffin the chance to get up off the mat, James Win wants to get into the ring and get the chance to finish things off for this defense.

Bryan Harris: And Gryffin Anselm is going to make it happen!

Walking over to the corner, Gryffin reaches out and makes the tag, bringing James Win back into the ring. The first thing James does when he gets back into the ring is to run over and hit an elbow drop into the middle of Allen’s back, crumpling him back down to the mat onto his stomach. Lifting Franks up off the mat but keeping him doubled over, The All Star grabs him around the torso, lifts him up and drops him onto the mat with a gutwrench suplex.

Bryan Harris: Win showing off that he’s not just a high octane guy, he’s got some minor power moves in the arsenal too!

Alan Ducard: It looks like he’s going back to the high octane stuff, getting right back to the action…

Back on his feet, James Win runs towards the ropes, leaps, his feet hit the top rope, he springs backwards with an Asai moonsault… and comes crashing down onto Allen Franks. Hopping up to his feet The All Star puts one foot on Allen’s chest and salutes the crowd as the ref slides in to make the count.

One…

Two…

NO!!

The crowd erupts in applause as Allen Franks shoulders out.

Jimmy Yates: Not that I think that move was going to finish a determined competitor like Allen Franks, but had Win not done such a cocky job of covering him, there’s a better chance he could’ve gotten the three count.

Bryan Harris: Maybe James wasn’t actually going for the win there, maybe he was just trying to incite the fans!

Again lifting Franks up off the mat, Win jaw jacks with a few fans in the front row as he sets Allen up into a vertical headscissors. Hooking around Franks’ torso, Win tries to lift Allen up into a position for a piledriver, but Franks hammers James in the ribs with his arm as he wiggles his legs, blocking the attempt. Seeing that he has to change his strategy, Win runs over and hits Jerry Starr with a forearm shot, nearly knocking him off the apron. Keeping his grip on the top rope, Jerry Starr pulls himself back towards the ring, reaching out and trying to grab James Win. The referee gets in between the two men, who yell at each other and try to argue their points.

Alan Ducard: This might not be the smartest move by James Win, angering the guy who really wants to get into the ring, and this just gives him more determination.

Jimmy Yates: And here comes the reason why he did it!

Unbeknownst to the referee, Gryffin Anselm gets into the ring, grabs Allen Franks from behind and hits a massive belly to back suplex. The referee hears and feels the impact and the booing reaction from the crowd. Before the referee can see him, Gryffin Anselm rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. As Starr turns his attention to Allen Franks who is now laid out again, Gryffin Anselm grabs Jerry Starr by the leg and pulls him off the apron, but before a brawl can happen, the referee sticks his head through the ropes and yells at both men.

Back in the ring, James Win lifts Allen Franks up off the mat, puts him into a vertical head scissors, then hooks both of his opponent’s arms up into a double underhook position and hits the STARBURST, flipping Franks over onto his back in the middle of the ring, hooking the leg. The referee hears the impact and slides in, counting the pinfall attempt…

One…

Noticing the pinfall attempt, Starr tries to get into the ring but Gryffin Anselm grabs him by the leg, keeping him from breaking up the attempt.

Two…

Three.

Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners by pinfall and still World Tag Team Champions... "The All Star" James Win... William "Gryffin" Anselm... The DIABOLIK!!

Jimmy Yates: Frustrating as it is to say, The Diabolik's World Tag Team Title reign continues, and with each successful defense, they look more and more unbeatable.

Bryan Harris: That's because they are unbeatable, Yates! And at the upcoming pay per view it doesn't matter who is standing across the ring from them, they're going to retain then too and their title reign is going to break the one year mark, and if LEGACY doesn't sign some better tag teams to compete around here, I could easily see The Diabolik getting past the TWO year mark.

Alan Ducard: The Canuckin' Cowboys put up a good fight here tonight, and many will wonder how things might have been different if Calgary Carl had been allowed to remain at ringside.

Jimmy Yates: Something I found interesting... After the match, Carl didn’t come back out to the ring.

Bryan Harris: He's probably just ashamed of Allen Franks and Jerry Starr and their ineptitude.

Alan Ducard: Somehow, I don't think that's it.

The scene cuts back to the recap position where all three members of the announce team have solemn looks on their faces. We then switch over to a a shot of just Alan Ducard.

Alan Ducard: A couple days ago, the front office was contacted with some bad news that they’ve asked me to relay to all of you.

In the upper left corner of the screen we see an image of a slightly disheveled individual with the words “Strong Style Dragon” Cade Sydal written in light blue underneath it.

Alan Ducard: Due to some legal problems, former Tao of Valor Champion “Strong Style Dragon” Cade Sydal is not going to be continuing on tour with LEGACY for the foreseeable future.

Jimmy Yates: This is a considerably big loss, and when I heard about this before tonight’s show, I spent probably ten minutes just thinking about all the great matches we could’ve seen. And then I spent the next 10 minutes thinking about how bad it’s gotta suck to be going through legal problems to the extent that he can’t continue on doing what he was born to do… getting into that ring…

Bryan Harris: Feel bad for him all you want for the next minute or two, but after that, do yourself a favor and forget about Cade Sydal until he someday comes back. Whatever his legal problems are, they’re probably his fault, and although he’s one hell of a great wrestler, no matter how good he makes everyone around him seem, his legal problems… they didn’t fall out of the sky. To some extent, he brought this upon himself. I’d love to have the guy on the roster, I hate to see him go, but if his legal problems don’t subside and he finds himself locked away somewhere? Good riddance.

Alan Ducard: That’s a little cold, don’t you think?

Bryan Harris: Hey, last time I checked, this is a business. If he’s able to help contribute to making LEGACY the most profitable wrestling organization on earth, then I’d love to have him. If he can’t be there for us? I’m not wasting my time on him.

Jimmy Yates: React to Cade Sydal any way you want, but I prefer to look at all the great contributions he made to our organization. He’s a big part of the reason that LEGACY gained a reputation for exciting opening matches, and I’m sorry he’s gone.

Alan Ducard: Someday he might be back, but until then, we’ll have to be looking for the next “Strong Style Dragon”.

We're backstage walking with Crash A pair of black loose fit jeans, a black Diabolik t-shirt and a pair of black Timberland boots. His bloody nose from earlier has been cleaned up and there’s barely a sign of it on his face. -- From down the hall we see a frantic Jester running towards the Diabolik member. Crash smirks not sure what to make of this, as the jester nears revealing himself to be Loco Martinez.

Loco Martinez: Crash... glad I caught you.

Crash eyes up Loco's costume, and chuckles.

Crash: Nice threads.

Loco looks down as if he forgot he was dressed up for Halloween.

Loco Martinez: Heh, yeah... it was a dig at Rob. Ya know "The Jester" years.

Crash gives a knowing chuckle.

Crash: So what are you hear for? Thanking me for helping you keep that title?

Loco Martinez: Heh... not exactly. You know I didn't need yours or Diego's help. But you got beef with Jake... so its, whatever. I am here to ask you a favor.

Crash raises an eyebrow.

Crash: You need a favor from me?

He smiles.

Crash: I'm all ears.

Loco Martinez: Yeah, not sure if you heard. But Rob's actually decided to put YOU and Moreno in the World Title match.

Crash seems shocked. He speaks in an unconvincing, sarcastic, and humorous tone.

Crash: Thats horrible, horrible news. So what do you need of me?

Loco Martinez: He feels like we were in collusion. And so this is my "punishment". Making Ray versus me, the four of us. I was hoping you could go to Rob and tell him I had NOTHING to do with that bulls--t at the end.

Crash ponders the thought a moment.

Crash: And what do I get in return for doing this?

Loco pauses... a deer in headlights look on his face.

Loco: What... do... You? *Loco starts to look pissed* - You've screwed me, man. Now I have to defend MY title against three people. You get rewarded for being an ass last week!

There’s an ever-so-brief pause from the champ before he continues.

Loco: What do you get? You get my thanks. You get someone holding the Legacy World Title you can RESPECT. How about that?

Crash is surprised with the intensity of Loco. He chuckles and slaps Loco on the shoulder like friends do.

Crash: Take it easy, bro. I was just messing with you. Me and Belote are old friends. You want me to have a word with him and straighten this out?

Loco smiles, softening a bit.

Loco Martinez: Yeah man. Just let him know I had nothing to do with whatever it was you and Diego hatched last week. And hell... I'll even throw in some sweet sweet Loco Martinez Enterprises gear. T-shirt. Maybe even a hoodie.

Crash seems surprised and excited with the idea of a LEGACY Superstar hoodie for him.

Crash: I gotta be honest man. That really sounds fair. You should've just said something about the hoodie long ago. Consider it done.

Loco smiles. And pats Crash on the shoulder.

Loco Martinez: Thanks man. That's some true "Brotherly Love" from one Philly boy to another. I appreciate it. What size Hoodie you want? You a XL? Double X?

Crash: Double X. Do ya think you could even autograph it The LEGACY Superstar: Your World Champion?" That'd be elite as f--k!

Loco Martinez: No problemo, dudeman. I'm gonna go get on that right now.

Loco turns away very happy, and begins to walk off. We stay on Crash, who smirks and shakes his head and mumbles to himself.

Crash: That was almost too easy...

Jimmy Yates: With nothing else left on the card, tonight’s main event is up next. Honestly, it’s a match that I thought would inevitably happen based on the backstage interactions I’ve seen between them, but I thought we’d have to wait until the pay per view.

Bryan Harris: Just like the Mirage / Crazy Boy a little earlier tonight and the mini tournament we saw the past couple shows, it looks like the front office is really trying to keep things moving along at a steady pace, and sometimes when you do that, you put pay per view quality matches on free television.

Alan Ducard: For the past few months, it has seemed like Matt Towers was nearly unstoppable. When he stepped into the ring with Issac Entragian, Towers got slowed down a little bit, and although he failed to win the match and the belt, Towers has looked dominant since then.

Jimmy Yates: Up until lately, no one really stepped up to try to put a stop to what Towers has been doing, but that’s before The Outlaw came back to LEGACY.

Bryan Harris: The Outlaw has made it his personal goal to put the monster down, and for better or worse, he got his chance to do just that here tonight.

Alan Ducard: In the spirit of Halloween, both of these competitors dressed up, and interestingly enough they both chose costumes of Marvel superheroes.

Jimmy Yates: And honestly? Both costumes made a lot of sense. Matt Towers showed up first, he was dressed up – and airbrush painted with green paint – his Halloween costume was “The Incredible Hulk”.

Bryan Harris: He’s big, he’s mean, he gets crazy and unstoppable… all Matt Towers really needed to do was to wear cut-off jeans and green paint all over his body, and that’s all he had to do, and BAM, Hulk. Greyson Blade, on the other hand, he’s kinda lazy. He dressed up as The Punisher, but all that basically amounted to was putting on black pants and that black tshirt with a white skull on it.

Alan Ducard: And he, too, fit the part, because as this match got started, Greyson Blade did everything he could to not only take the big guy down, but to also inflict a lot of pain on him to give back some revenge for all the people Matt Towers has been bullying around.

Bryan Harris: As you might imagine, Matt Towers took this main event match against a former LEGACY World Champion and tried to make it into an opportunity to step it up to the next level. In order to fit in as much of the main event as possible, let’s get down to the footage.

Start : Footage from the Match

After a second straight right hand, Towers is reeling backwards, but the big man doesn’t fall down. Trying to think of a way to put the big man on his back, Greyson Blade exits out onto the apron and as quickly as he can, he climbs up the turnbuckles, putting his top foot on the top rope, the second one remaining on the middle rope.

Alan Ducard: Oh my, you don’t think Greyson Blade is going to be attempting a top rope maneuver, do you?

Bryan Harris: Unless he’s thinking of letting Towers chokeslam him from there, I’d say it’s a safe bet that the Outlaw is about to go airborne!!

No sooner does Towers stagger around to look at the corner where Greyson is perched than the Outlaw leaps off the top rope, connecting across Towers’ throat with a clothesline, taking the big man down to the mat and getting a loud chorus of cheers from the fans.

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw hits that flying clothesline and the big man’s down!

Alan Ducard: From the look on his face as he gets up off the mat, Matt Towers can’t believe what just happened!

Bryan Harris: Greyson better hope he didn’t awaken a sleeping giant with that one!

As Matt Towers gets to his feet, Greyson Blade drills him with a hooking right hand that backs him up a step, and then Greyson lowers his shoulder and drives it into Towers’ stomach, driving him right back into the corner. Taking a short step back, The Outlaw then drives his shoulder again into Towers’ stomach, then does the same for a third time. Climbing up to the second turnbuckle, Greyson unloads with hard right hands to the face…

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN!! TWELVE!! THIRTEEN!!! FOURTEEN!!! FIFTEEN!!!

Bryan Harris: Isn’t he supposed to be stopped after ten of those things?!

Alan Ducard: Not in a No Limits match. He could’ve gone well beyond fifteen had he wanted to.

Jimmy Yates: I think his hand was starting to hurt!

Stopping his punches, Blade puts his fist in the air to salue the fans who were counting along with him, but before he can climb down, The Outlaw is grabbed around the torso by Matt Towers, who lifts him up into a bearhug.

Bryan Harris: Looks like the Outlaw should’ve moved a little bit faster, because now he’s in a tough spot!

Squeezing the life out of Greyson, the gigantic “Hulk”-painted Towers takes a few steps out of the corner, then turns and slams the upper portion of Blade’s back into the top turnbuckle, backs up a step, then does it again. Lifting The Outlaw up, Towers dumps him onto the top turnbuckle, then backs up halfway across the ring, charges in and clotheslines Greyson down to the outside.

Alan Ducard: Greyson Blade taking a spill to the outside, and he’s lucky to have put his leg underneath him at the last moment, or else that fall might have been much worse.

Bryan Harris: Speaking of “much worse”, Towers is following Greyson to the outside.

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw has an answer for that!

After stepping over the top rope, Matt Towers steps down to the arena floor and approaches Blade, whose back is to him. When Towers gets close enough, Greyson turns and DRILLS Matt square on the forehead with a steel chair he had found under the ring a moment before. The giant staggers back a few steps and then heads back into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Greyson takes the chair and tosses it into the far corner of the ring and follows Towers back in.

Bryan Harris: Greyson Blade is lucky this is a No Limits match, because either he’d be losing the match right now or else that chairshot would’ve been illegal and he would’ve gotten himself disqualified.

Alan Ducard: I have seen Greyson Blade hold his own against quite an assortment of individuals, and I have no reason to believe he couldn’t come back in a match against someone the size of Matt Towers.

Matt Towers is the first of the two to get back to his feet, and he reaches down with his massive hands and helps Greyson back up, only to connect with a headbutt. The Outlaw holds his forehead in pain but doesn’t fall to the mat. Taking the opportunity, Towers reaches out, grabs Greyson by the wrist and pulls him into a short arm forearm smash that sends Greyson down to the mat. Taking a step back, Towers hops up into the air and tries to drop his leg across Blade’s throat, but at the last moment Greyson is able to roll out of the way.

Jimmy Yates: Holy crap! If Matt Towers had connected with that standing leg drop, this one would be over for sure!

Bryan Harris: Don’t get too excited, Jimmy, Towers still has more in his tank than Greyson does.

Alan Ducard: At this point I believe “The Hulk” is almost just running on pure instinct after being waffled with that steel chair.

As both men return to their feet, Towers again grabs Blade by the arm, whipping him into the ropes. On the return Greyson is met with Towers’ foot to the face, dropping him to the mat. Acting mostly on instinct alone, Greyson rolls over and tries to get up to his feet using the ropes and turnbuckles to his advantage, but as he turns around he’s grabbed by the throat and Towers begins choking him in the corner. Wanting to put a stop to the choking, Greyson reaches up and puts his hand into Towers’ mouth and starts ripping sideways at Matt’s mouth, forcing Towers to let go of the choke. Obviously angered, Towers sends a forearm / elbow shot to the side of Greyson’s face, then a sideways clubbing blow to the ribs, then a hard palm smack to the chest that drops Blade down to the mat.

Jimmy Yates: It’s almost like Matt Towers is going into a Hulk Smash Rage!!

Bryan Harris: I’m not sure what the hell you just said, but Greyson Blade is down, and Matt Towers is about to get a big win over a former World Champion!!

Reaching down, Towers grabs Greyson by the hair and lifts him up to his feet. After throwing his empty hand into the air and signaling for his signature chokeslam, he grabs Greyson around the neck and starts to lift him up off the mat, but Blade fires in with a hard elbow shot to the temple, forcing Towers to put him back down onto his feet. Before Matt can get back on the offensive, Greyson takes him down with an STO, then immediately throws his leg across his opponent’s chest and begins a series of mounted punches.

Alan Ducard: Not only does Greyson Blade find a way to keep going and avoid the FALLING TOWERS, but it seems he is in the drivers seat now!

Jimmy Yates: And I think from here until that final bell rings, Greyson Blade is going to be red-lining it!

Having punched Towers in the face to his heart’s content, Greyson Blade gets to his feet and stumbles towards the corner, picking up the chair he tossed into the ring a few minutes earlier. Remaining in the corner for a moment to catch his breath, as soon as Matt Towers gets up to one knee, Greyson runs in and drills him on the top of the head with the chair. Towers doesn’t fall to the mat, but he remains on his knee, clearly dazed. Greyson again drills him on top of the head with the chair, but still the giant remains on his knee. Putting the chair down on the mat next to him, Greyson grabs Towers by the head, lifts him up to both feet and then a DDT onto a chair.

Bryan Harris: Well if that move doesn’t keep Towers down for the count, I’d say that everyone should surrender their championship belts to Towers right now, because nothing’s going to stop him!!

Alan Ducard: It appears Greyson Blade isn’t going for the pin just yet.

Bending down next to Towers, Greyson starts rolling Towers towards the edge of the ring, wedging him underneath the bottom rope but not shoving him off the apron. After doing that, Greyson slides out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, heading out to the arena floor.

Bryan Harris: What the heck is this guy doing?

Jimmy Yates: Well Greyson Blade has a hardcore background, and he’s got this giant in a bad position, so I think he’s about to make things worse for Towers!

Alan Ducard: I believe you’re right, Jimmy. Greyson Blade just lifted up the ring apron, and unless Towers can do something, I believe he could be in for some real discomfort. But seeing as Towers is just now starting to pull himself up off the mat there outside the ropes, I don’t believe he’s going to be attacking any time in the next minute or so.

The crowd begins to cheer as Greyson Blade pulls a table out from underneath the ring and then sets it up a few feet from the ring before sliding back in under the bottom rope.

Bryan Harris: Where the heck did Greyson Blade learn to set up a table that quickly?

Jimmy Yates: Ever heard of a place called OPW? He was their top champion there a couple years ago… twice!

Walking halfway across the ring, Greyson Blade puts a fist into the air and acknowledges the cheering fans. Turning around, Greyson waits as Matt Towers pulls himself up to his feet out on the apron, and as soon as Towers is back to a completely vertical base, Greyson Blade charges in, dives between the middle rope and top rope, hitting the KILLSHOT spear and driving Towers off the apron and CRASHING down through the table on the outside. With the fans cheering all around him, Greyson Blade gets up out of the wreckage on the arena floor and signals to the referee, who quickly slides out of the ring as Greyson drops to his knees and hooks the leg, going for the pinfall…

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Grrrreyson.... Bllllade!!

Jimmy Yates: What an amazing KILLSHOT by Greyson Blade, driving Matt Towers off the apron and down through that table, and Towers still isn't getting up!!

Alan Ducard: I don't believe he's even moved since going through that table.

Bryan Harris: We're going to need some medical professionals at ringside.

Jimmy Yates: I'm not sure there’s a stretcher big enough, so they might want to take two.

As Greyson Blade gets to the top of the ramp, EMTs come out from backstage and head down the ramp, wheeling a large stretcher. As the copyright information appears at the bottom of the screen, our parting shot shows Greyson Blade motioning that he wants a championship belt around his waist while the fans all over the arena cheer for his victory over Matt Towers.