11.23.2007
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"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 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 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. A shot of a drunken Tim Jones getting his knee destroyed by Percy Wright. " We sit and grow our roots through the floor 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. " So give me something to believe 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 "Something's always coming you can hear it in the ground 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 We see the crowd... and start to hear them. Screaming. Chanting. "And never comes but shakes the boards and rattles all the doors 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 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 Isaac is now hoisting an opponent and dropping him across his knee " Watching without eyes 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 Crash pistoning rights and lefts into Jake Dominion from their cage match. " What am I waiting for 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:
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. Backstage
Allen Franks is pacing back and forth in the locker room area - devoid of a semblance of happiness or the smallest of smiles. His hands are at his hips, and a towel is draped around his neck to dry up a small portion of condensation that had accumulated after taking a routine, pre-match shower just minutes before. Having dressed up in his wrestling tights and boots already, Franks’ worries seem all too evident. Allen Franks: This isn’t good... this just... isn’t good. After saying this out loud, the locker-room door busted wide open and Jerry Starr walked through with an anger in his eyes not often seen. Dressed in a pair of black slacks, black dress shoes, a tan button down shirt, and his blonde hair pulled back neatly in a pony tail, Starr grabs a large plastic trash bin that had been placed in various rooms across the arena. With great anger, Starr tosses the bin across the room, slamming it against one of the locker room doors, causing a big dent in the metal surface, and a large crack going up the side of the trash bin. Its contents now sprawled across the locker room floor and bench, Starr begins pacing back and forth. Jerry Starr: This is bullsh*t, Allen. BULL-F*CKING-SH*T!!!! Allen looks at his counterpart with a sincere look of concern, and grabs him by both shoulders, looking him dead in the eye. Allen Franks: Whoa... easy, Jerry. Now, I take it you haven’t seen our friend anywhere?! Jerry slaps Franks’ hands away, shoving him a bit albeit unintentionally. Allen Franks: Look, I don't know where he is, we're doing all we can to find him... we're just going to have to get through tonight's show and then we can start looking for him again and try to figure things out. Allen pauses, but Jerry doesn't say anything, still fuming. Allen Franks: Besides, I have a feeling that someone here tonight is going to know something about his disappearance. The last time we saw him was during one of our matches, which means that someone must have seen him backstage, and so they could give us a clue as to where he might be or who he might be with. A little smile forms on Allen's face. Allen Franks: We could be like detectives! Jerry shakes his head, obviously not in the mood for jokes. Jerry Starr: Well you know what, "Ace"? If I find out that someone on this roster had something to do with Carl’s disappearance, there’s going to be hell to pay. Looking at Allen for a moment, Jerry then scratches his head. Jerry Starr: You know... not that I really care if we ever find the fat f*ck... I just, don’t like bottom feeders, such as three quarters of the roster here in LEGACY, taking things from me. I am a man of honor and integrity, Allen... I am f*cking CANADIAN, just like you... and I won’t stand for it. Allen almost lets out a chuckle, but he stiffles it. Allen Franks: So you getting so worked up... flying up to Calgary and going to his house... all this emotional and physical effort... it's because you don't care if we find him? Before Jerry can say something, there is a knock at the door. Both Jerry and Allen turn towards the door and as it opens, both guys go into a defensive stance, ready to fight. Stepping into the locker room is road agent Carter Franklin. Carter Franklin: Hey guys, I was told to track you down and have you come follow me. Jerry Starr: Oh yeah, and why should we do that? What’s this all about?! Carter just shrugs and opens the door wide. Carter Franklin: They wouldn’t say, but they did tell me to tell you that it’s important. Allen takes a couple steps forward, headed for the door. Allen Franks: Come on, Jerry, let’s see what this is all about. It can’t take too long, they know my match is coming up. Jerry just shrugs his shoulders and starts walking out of the room towards Carter, while Franks tosses the towel hanging around his neck towards the bench and the trio exit the locker room. Ringside
The lights go out all of a sudden and turn a dark shade of blood red as "Hello Zepp" from the Saw soundtrack begins to play over the P.A. system. We then see the good Reverend Ezekiel Caine decked out in his red two-piece suit with the leather black shoes and black button up shirt with a red priest's collar carrying an object in his hands. Damien Black then walks beside him wearing his black hockey mask with the cross printed on it, black button-up work shirt with the sleeves ripped off and the white Celtic cross emblem printed on the front pockets and a large cross on the back of the shirt and black pleather karate pants with the white Celtic cross printed on one side and a red vampire skull on the other side. Alan Ducard: I certainly do wonder what the Reverend and Damien Black are doing out here. Bryan Harris: I don't really want to know what they're doing here because by the looks of Damien, he looks like he'd kill you for speaking to him. Jimmy Yates: Well, we're about to find out just exactly what the Reverend Caine and Damien are doing out here. The crowd watches in a split reaction with some fans popping loudly at the sight of Damien while others remembering past actions, boo him mercilessly. The Reverend then takes the microphone as Damien stands in the corner looking hypnotically at his manager. Reverend Ezekiel Caine: It seems to me that young Christopher Turner seems to have this unhealthy obsession with killing this man, Damien Black. Well, I can assure you, my congregation, that the feelings are very mutual on this end. Now earlier this week, young Christopher had a video tape couriered to my address. So we went to the video truck and managed to persuade them into allowing Christopher to speak his peace, if only to fan the flames of pure hatred for that wretched pile of vermin. So let's hear what Christopher has to say. The LEGACY Vision jumbotron fades to Chris Turner standing in an old warehouse. He is holding a bat, in one hand and a tiki torch in the other lighting a small area. Chris Turner: Listen up, you son of a b*tch.... I'm tired of waiting... I'm tired of trying to jump you… I'm tired of trying to convince the thick skulled mother f*ckers who run this damn fed to get their sh*t right, therefore I suggest you and I end this and take care of it ourselves. There’s a quick pause by Turner. Chris Turner: I've bought a warehouse... The very one I'm in now... Included with the tape is an address... If you really want to end this... If you really want to kill me as much as I want to kill you, come with a ref, a weapon, and a desire to bleed. Then we can finish this... The way we know how. A Warehouse Death match! We’ll both have refs… and NOTHING.... and I mean NOTHING… is off limits.... Are you game, or are you lame? If you accept the date and time is with the address… Chris reaches over and blows the tiki torch out. And the screen is now black. Chris Turner: This... Blackness... This will be the last thing you ever see in this lifetime. I'll see you soon! The tape then ends, and the screen goes off. The Reverend and Damien look at the blank screen, look at one another silently, and then Damien acknowledges him with a nod as the Reverend continues to speak. Reverend Ezekiel Caine: While I heard Christopher cursing like a child withTurrets Syndrome, I heard something in there about a warehouse death match. You want A weapon? We say forget A weapon, we'll bring a smorgasbord of weaponry, a cornucopia of violence, if you will, unparalleled in this industry. Forget crimson masks. Forget lacerations. This will be a blood-letting of biblical proportions. You see, you misguided lummox, Damien is the industry's first ordained serial killer, a psychopath of the highest order. His misanthropy for you is unequaled. Jeffrey Dahmer, John Wayne Gacy, Ted Bundy, BTK, The Zodiac Killer. All tremble in fear and wonder of Damien. Soon, the die will be cast and then… your final judgment. Your biological clock is dwindling down to just days before you draw your last breath and Damien condemns you to hell. It's not going to be IF you experience "Eternal Damnation"... Damien then takes the microphone and lifts up the hockey mask and begins to speak in a very demon possessed tone as his eyes have rolled into the back of his head as he is just in an absolutely psychotic state of warfare. Damien Black: ... it's WHEN you experience "ETERNAL... DAMNATION"!!! Damien then drops the microphone as "Hello Zepp" begins to play once again as the crowd looks on in an eerie silence, having never seen Damien in that state of sheer psychosis in quite some time. Alan Ducard: Apparently, these gentlemen, and I use the word gentlemen loosely, are not going to wait until 2008 to and this war. Bryan Harris: I'm just glad those two animals aren't going to be in our arena going at it because the level of violence these two are capable of could cost us hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of dollars in revenue LEGACY needs to survive. Jimmy Yates: The only place more fitting for these two to fight is a sanitarium because neither of them are playing with a full deck of cards. Alan Ducard: There is absolutely NO way that Belote Enterprises as a company is going to pay or sanction this match, but I don't think those two blokes could care any less, so we have a killer match on our hands. Jimmy Yates: That's using the word killer lightly there. Ron Bailey vs Mike
Dexter
Bryan Harris: This match between Ron Bailey and Mike Dexter, this is how I like to get things kicked off on a STRIFE!! Both men bring a fair share of fire and controversy to the ring… Alan Ducard: Very similar competitors as well, both utilizing their striking ability and variations of mixed martial arts offensive styling. Jimmy Yates: Both of them tend to rub some people the wrong way outside the ring from time to time, too. Bryan Harris: I’d like to know how Bailey handicapped this match, though there’s no doubt in my mind he made himself the favorite… as well he should! Alan Ducard: To me they seemed fairly evenly matched, though it’s easy to say which of them has more momentum as Mike Dexter comes into tonight on quite a roll Jimmy Yates: Considering that fact, if Ronald Bailey can score a victory tonight it would be a huge win over an established veteran of this business. Alan Ducard: Let’s not waste another moment. Start : Footage from the Match Bailey has Dexter in the corner and is burying shoulder blocks into Dex's abdomen. Alan Ducard: Showing his American Football prowess with those shoulder tackles. Bryan Harris: Why do you gotta call it "American Football"? You're IN America. Its just called FOOTBALL, here. Alan Ducard: Force of habit, I assure you. As I will still call your game American Football, and our game... which you call Soccer, Football. Jimmy Yates: When did this become an episode of "Around the Horn"? In the ring Bailey starts to irish whip Dex to the opposite corner but quickly drops down and drop toe hold's Mike to the mat. Alan Ducard: The Dexecutioner's head bounced off the mat with authority. Bailey follows up with a couple quick knees dropped to the shoulder blades of Dexter. Alan Ducard: Softening up the shoulders and back, looking for that omaplata. Bailey scoops up Dex, and folding his right arm behind his back he body slams Dex down onto the arm. Bryan Harris: Working that arm is the smart thing. Hurt your man. Soften him up. Put him away! Bailey scoops Dex up once again, Folding that right arm behind his back and once again slams him down onto that arm. This time he follows up with a cover. One... Two... Th-no! Dex gets a shoulder up but winces at the torque shouldering out of that pin attempt caused. Bryan Harris: And if you can't kickout of a win? You can't win. Jimmy Yates: Slightly obvious, but none the less completely accurate. Bailey smirks cockily and gestures to the crowd mocking Mike Dexter's hurt arm. Alan Ducard: This cockiness is not something you toy with when in the ring with someone the caliber of Michael Dexter. Bailey goes to drag Mike up, but Mike lunges and drives a headbutt to the abdomen of Bailey. Who doubles over. Dex then locks a front face lock with his left arm and snaps Bailey down to the mat with a violent DDT. The crowd roars as Dex makes the cover. One... Two... Th-NO! Bailey shoulders out. Dex is back up, and begins driving his boots angrily into Ronald. After a half dozen kicks Dex scoops up Bailey and nails a great standing drop kick, sending Bailey down hard. Bryan Harris: That standing drop kick was damn near perfect. Jimmy Yates: ANd its shifted the momentum in this match as Bailey is now struggling to get to his feet, calling for a timeout. Dex smirks as Bailey continues to stay on his knees calling for the "T.O." , and Dex just lunges and nails a low drop kick to the face of Bailey that again drops him to the mat. Alan Ducard: Young Bailey forgot that unlike American Football there are NO timeouts here in Legacy. Dex scoops up Bailey grabs him with a dragon suplex. Bridge! One... Two... Thre-NO!!! Bailey just got his shoulder up. Dex climbs to the top rope, and steadies himself waiting to launch, but Bailey runs and slaps Mike's feet off the ropes crotching him on the top turn buckle. Bailey then climbs the top rope, standing both men up perilously on the corner. Bailey grabs Dexter's right arm and jumps down to the apron violently bringing the shoulder bicep area of Dex down across the top rope. Dex's arm bends awkwardly as he yelps. Bailey smirks evilly and steps back into the ring. He delivers a violent knee to the head that rocks Dex. Bailey drags Dex into the corner by his bad shoulder yanking violently, each pull bringing a yelp from the Dexecutioner who tries to punch himself free but Bailey again rocks Dex with a violently stiff knee to the head. Alan Ducard: I don't like the glassed look in Mike Dexter's eyes. I hope the referee has the good sense to keep this from getting out of hand. The referee checks on Dexter who shakes him off, wanting to continue on. Dex, sitting in the corner fights to get up, but Bailey drives four quick headbutts into the bad shoulder, which sends Dex down. Bailey lines him up, and drives another knee that snaps Dexter's head back sickeningly. Jimmy Yates: C'mon! This is getting out of hand! Bailey smirks at his handy work, and lines up one more knee. Runs and buries it into the temple of Dexter. The ref begins to admonish Bailey telling him to get it out of the corner. He goes to check on Mike and Dex just pushes the ref to the side, but is woozy from those knees. Bailey smiles evilly dragging him to his feet violently, but Dex's knees are jello. Drives three shoulders into the bad shoulder of Dexter. He grabs Dex and takes him down violently with a single arm DDT Floats over and locks in the omaplata! Dex screams in pain. Bailey just wrenches the bad arm, rabidly. Alan Ducard: For the love of god, please... for yourself. For your health. Tap out Mike. Tap out! Bryan Harris: Being crazy brave is gonna get him put on the shelf. Jimmy Yates: I'm not entirely sure the Dexecutioner knows where he is right now. He's really feeling the effects of those knees. The crowd tries to rally behind Dex, stomping and clapping while the ref checks on him. Bailey wrenches even further letting out an animalistic growl. The ref gets a good look and Mike Dexter is almost unconcious from the combined effects of the knees and now this painful submission. The ref picks up the arm a first time. falls... Second time.... Falls. Third time... falls. The ref quickly calls for the bell, and pries Bailey off of Dexter. Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by submission... Ron.... Bailey!!! Bailey throws his arms up in the air, as medical personel hit the ring to check on Dexter, who's right shoulder is at an odd angle, and he's just starting to open his eyes and move a bit. Alan Ducard: I just hope that Bailey didn't do any permanent damage to Mike. Bryan Harris: I know one thing. After that display? I don't want to get on Bailey's bad side. Backstage
Standing backstage in front of a LEGACY banner, Landon Savage holds the microphone out in front of him, a couple feet from the mouth of Gryffin Anselm. Behind the World Tag Team Champion is his tag team partner James Win. Gryffin Anselm: Alright, Landon, you called this little gathering, what’s going on? Landon Savage: Well as you may or may not know, Matt Towers isn’t here tonight, and the reports we’ve gotten from the doctors aren’t good. He may never step foot in a LEGACY ring again. Gryffin looks surprised and slightly amused. Gryffin Anselm: I guess all it took to put the big guy down was to put him through a table. Funny thing, those tables… they really take a toll on the big dudes. Gryffin turns his head to where James Win is standing. Gryffin Anselm: Hey, you remember when I put that guy Jupiter Bradford through a table? Win just laughs. Landon Savage: The reason I’m telling you about this is because it leaves you with an open spot for your team tonight… Landon hands Gryffin a clipboard. Landon Savage: That’s a list of names of people you can choose from to fill the empty spot. It’s the names of the roster members who aren’t booked tonight. After looking over the list for a second, Gryffin smirks. Gryffin Anselm: Tell you what, give us “The Elite” Jerry Starr. Kid might not actually get a chance to actually do anything, but he shouldn’t be too annoying standing in our corner. As he’s handed the clipboard back, Landon circles the name and starts nodding. Landon Savage: It’s interesting that you picked Starr… Just then Carter Franklin walks up with Allen Franks to one side of him, Jerry Starr on the other. Gryffin Anselm: So you figured I was going to pick him, is that why these guys are here? Landon Savage: Not exactly. Anselm’s interest increases significantly. Landon Savage: The front office saw some security footage from STRIFE 28, and because of it, they made a ruling. You see, they saw Tino and Giovanni, the security escorts for Big Lou, talking with Leonard Nolan before the show. By itself, that wouldn’t have interested the front office all that much, but on that night, it did. He was the referee for your match on STRIFE 28 with these fellows, the Canuckin’ Cowboys, and he took it upon himself to send Calgary Carl backstage during the match, even though he wasn’t instructed to by the front office. Anselm shrugs and Landon continues. Landon Savage: If that were all that happened, they would’ve just dealt with Leonard Nolan, but there was more security footage that they saw that has brought us all together here this evening. You see, after Calgary Carl went backstage… he was escorted out of the arena… by Tino and Giovanni. The eyes of Jerry Starr and Allen Franks get very wide as they start putting the pieces together. Landon Savage: The guys in the front office, they’re smart guys, and they know that this situation has the potential to have big legal ramifications, so they wanted to deal with things as sensitively as possible. They don’t want to accuse anyone of anything, so they’re not saying what they think is going on… but they’ve asked me to announce two things. First, they hope Calgary Carl, wherever he is, shows up very soon. Gryffin shrugs, looks back at James Win, and then looks back at Landon Savage with a smirk. Gryffin Anselm: I think I speak for the entire Diabolik Family when I say that I hope Calgary Carl gets to return to his friends and family as soon as possible… and hopefully whatever happened to him, he’s still safe and learned whatever lesson he needed to learn. James Win lets out a snicker. Landon Savage: I’m sure the front office will appreciate that you echo their sentiment. Secondly, they made a decision that you’re definitely going to want to make note of. At ELEVATED TENSIONS, your tag title match? It’s now going to be a three-way dance between the two of you… Domination… and the Canuckin’ Cowboys. Having held his tongue long enough, Allen Franks steps up. Allen Franks: You guys won't get away with this. I don't care how much money Big Lou's got in his pocket. You don't f*ck with friends... Jerry Starr looks at Allen, nods, and then back at the Diabolik. Jerry Starr: ... and you don't f*ck with Canadians. The Diabolik look taken aback, almost amused, by the surprising show of emotion from both Starr and Franks. Looking at both of them for a couple seconds each, Gryffin then pats the faceplate on his LEGACY World Tag Team Championship belt and then he walks off, James Win following him. Elsewhere Backstage
Both decked out in their ring gear, Diego de Cardenas and Hector Rodriguez make their way through the halls with Hannah Perez walking to the side of her boyfriend. Catching something out of the corner of his eye, Hector jabs Diego slightly with his elbow and nods off down a side hall. Diego reaches out and takes Hannah by the wrist, slowing her down to a stop. A smirk forms on Diego's face, and as the camera gets behind the trio, we spot Jake Dominion down the hall. Jake spots the trio at about the same time, and the three slowly converge at about the halfway point. Diego de Cardenas - Hey H-Rod, look who we have here, it's one half of the Wandering Detectives from Strife 28. Hector lets out a quick chuckle. Diego de Cardenas - How many people you got "on the case" this week? Hector Rodriguez: You can call 'em off, 'cause you found us. Diego de Cardenas - Or we found him. So where's Birdie Boy? Jake shrugs nonchalantly and flashes that trademark cocky smirk of his as he responds... Jake Dominion: Look at who we have here, it's Speedy Gonzales and his sidekick Paco. Isn't it siesta time fellows? Anyways, I don't recall looking for you guys, but I do recall that you were nowhere in sight when Cronos was looking for you… were you maybe ducking me like you've been ducking Cronos for weeks now? Diego takes a step forward. Diego de Cardenas – Ducking you? I’m not ducking anyone, homes, and as you can see, I’m here now. You got something to say to me? The smirk still on his face, Jake simply shrugs. Jake Dominion: It’s not your style to give a damn about what people say, so I’m not going to waste my breath on advice, but I will lay out the official challenge. So let's cut through the bullsh*t, I don't like you, you don't like me. Elevated Tensions… you and me… one-on-one... let’s make it happen. Slowly, Diego begins nodding his head. Diego de Cardenas - That sounds like exactly the opportunity I was looking for, the chance to get into the ring with a high profile, over-rated loud mouth like you. And just my luck, you’re also atop the list of the people I can’t stand. Jake shrugs his shoulders. Jake Dominion: Looks like it works out well for both of us. The smirk still plastered to his face, Jake walks off. Frantic Five-Way Match
John Iley. Mirage. Lucien Gray. Percy Wright. Allen Franks. Bryan Harris: Our second match of the night was the only match involving only five wrestlers in it, and as soon as this match was announced, it was bound to be one crazy match. Jimmy Yates: Especially with the guys who are involved. You’ve got a bunch of different styles amongst these five guys. From hardcore brawling to brilliantly technical styling, these guys ran the gamut. Alan Ducard: All of these chaps are looking to take the next step in their tenure here in LEGACY, and this match would certainly be a feather in their cap, not to mention it would give them momentum headed into ELEVATED TENSIONS. Bryan Harris: The opportunities that each of them are going to get at the pay per view is even bigger than this, but we’ll get to that later. My pick to win this match was Mirage, because in a big confusing match like this, a veteran guy with the talent of Mirage usually has the upperhand, especially since he’s not constrained by the need to be a good guy and play by the rules. Alan Ducard: I don’t much like to make predictions in things like this, but prior to the opening bell ringing, if I had to change places with anyone, I would’ve switched spots with Lucien Gray. Jimmy Yates: You really can’t go wrong with a guy of Lucien Gray’s size, especially when the gameplan calls for a guy to stand up to four others and not get put on his back. Alan Ducard: With as much action as we’ve got tonight, let’s just get right down to the match footage in this one. Start : Footage from the Match As he starts lifting Franks up off the mat, Mirage turns his head to the side and yells something to Lucien Gray. Taking Allen by the wrist, Mirage lifts him up off the mat and all in one motion irish whips him across the ring. Just before Franks gets there, Lucien Gray dives forwards, driving his shoulder into Allen’s chest, knocking him flat down onto the mat. Bryan Harris: That’s what happens when two like-minded individuals find a way to work together for the greater good! Alan Ducard: I didn’t expect to see Mirage and Lucien Gray collaborate
during this match, but it’s certainly not illegal for them to
be doing so. Alan Ducard: Mirage should’ve asked before moving right in on Lucien Gray’s action, because it appears Lucien Gray didn’t take too kindly to getting help. Bryan Harris: Of no surprise to me at all, Mirage is pleading his case, and Lucien Gray seems to understand that he’s simply helping the big man out a bit. Jimmy Yates: Mirage should be counting his blessings that the masked monster didn’t decimate him right then and there. Satisfied with Mirage’s explanation, Lucien Gray and Mirage start hammering in on Allen Franks, first drilling right hands, one after another, and then they begin kicking him. Alan Ducard: This isn’t looking good for the Canuckin’ Cowboy. Jimmy Yates: And what the heck is Percy Wright doing?! Running in from behind, Percy Wright jumps and hits Lucien Gray from behind with a forearm shot. Rocked backwards, the big man doesn’t get knocked off his feet. When Gray turns around, he swings wildly and tries to connect with a hard right hand. Quickly pivoting his feet, Percy Wright whips the big man over with an armdrag takeover, putting Lucien down onto his back. Alan Ducard: Bloody hell! I can’t believe Percy Wright just executed an armdrag on a man of Lucien Gray’s size! Jimmy Yates: That just goes to show that with the right technique and the perfect situation, anything’s possible inside a wrestling ring! Spotting an opportunity across the ring, Mirage runs over and drills John Iley with a clothesline from behind, knocking him forward down onto his face. John struggles to try to get up, but Mirage repeatedly kicks him in the middle of the back, stomping him down, hitting him with enough force to keep him on the mat. Bryan Harris: That’s the kind of quick thinking you get out of a wily veteran like Mirage! He saw the opening and he ran in and took it, putting one of his four opponents on their back! Alan Ducard: It’s certainly a very strategic thing to do, putting a guy who was on his feet down onto his back with little effort… and now Mirage is going after someone else! Running in, Mirage drops an elbow onto Lucien Gray, who is still looking to try to get up off the mat to face Percy Wright, who is moving in, kicking Lucien, and then moving around to find another position to kick Lucien from. Hopping back up to his feet, Mirage hits another elbow drop down onto Lucien’s back, keeping him on the mat. Unsure of what to think about the inadvertent double-teaming he’s now a part of, Percy Wright backs up a few steps. Jimmy Yates: Look at Percy Wright, he’s not sure what to think about Mirage coming in there on the double-team! Bryan Harris: If it looks like Percy Wright is confused as he backs up out of Mirage’s way, it’s not an accident. That is a BRILLIANT move by Mirage to take one of his opponents off his game mentally while he attacks a different opponent physically. Getting back to his feet, Mirage weighs his options between Percy Wright and Lucien Gray for a moment, but before he can do anything he feels the mat shaking slightly behind him. As he turns around, Mirage is tackled down to the mat by John Iley, who got up to his feet enough to lunge in Mirage’s direction. Twisting and wrenching Mirage to the mat, Iley spins himself around, grabbing his opponent’s leg in the process, twisting them around and locking in a modified Indian deathlock… Alan Ducard: He’s bridging up… reaching back… It’s the Geordie Aggro! Jimmy Yates: Mirage does not like this submission hold AT ALL!! Mirage grits his teeth, fighting the pain. Reaching back, he tries to grab at John Iley to find a way to break free of the submission, but to no avail. John Iley has the hold locked in as tight as possible. Mirage tries to shift his weight to the side to mess up John Iley’s bridge, but John keeps his balance. Suddenly Percy Wright runs in and hits an elbow drop that catches John Iley right in the gut, breaking up his submission hold and dropping him out of the bridge. Bryan Harris: There you go, Percy, that’s the smart play! Jimmy Yates: I’m sure Mirage will be thanking him for it after the match, because it kept him from having to tap out! Alan Ducard: Although I’m certainly not an expert at submissions, I don’t believe there was much chance of Mirage getting out of that hold. He was nowhere near the ropes and as he reached back, he couldn’t get his hands on John Iley. Bryan Harris: I think Mirage would’ve found a way out. As Mirage starts trying to get up off the mat, Percy Wright surveys the scene and weighs his options. Before he gets the chance to do anything though, Percy is grabbed from behind by Allen Franks, who lifts him straight up off the mat and drives him back downwards with a backdrop suplex. Jimmy Yates: Nice move, Allen!! Wicked suplex putting Percy Wright on his back with authority! Bryan Harris: I’m not so sure “Milk Toast” Allen Franks does ANYTHING with authority, Jimmy. Once Allen Franks begins to get to his feet, Lucien Gray moves in and hammers down with a clubbing blow onto his back, sending him right back down to the mat. Lifting Franks up, Lucien grabs him by the neck and tosses him towards the side of the ring. Allen rolls on his side a couple times and ends up out on the ring apron, having rolled under the bottom rope. As quickly as he can, Allen lifts himself up onto his feet with the help of the ring ropes. When he spots Allen back on his feet, Lucien Gray charges in to try to knock Franks off the apron, but Allen grabs the top rope with one hand and the middle rope with the other, throwing his feet sideways in between the two ropes and driving his feet right into Lucien Gray’s gut, doubling him over. Alan Ducard: Just when you think Allen Franks might be out of this match, he finds his way back into it! Half in the ring and half out, Allen Franks ducks his head under the top rope, getting all the way back into the ring. Grabbing Lucien Gray by the head, Allen jumps up into the air and then leans backwards, hitting a huge DDT on the monster. When Allen gets to his feet, however, Mirage runs in, grabs him by the head and his waistband and tosses him over the top rope to the outside. Looking to his side, Mirage spots Lucien Gray about to get up, so he turns around, runs into the ropes and rebounds off, sending his foot forward and connecting with a kick to Lucien’s jaw that flips him over onto his back. Bryan Harris: Now that was brilliantly played by Mirage, getting rid of Allen Franks from the equation and hitting that debilitating kick to Lucien Gray, who by the way isn’t showing any signs of life now that he’s on his back! Jimmy Yates: I think Mirage is looking a little too proud of his work! Charging in from behind, Percy Wright dives forwards and knocks Mirage out of the ring with a diving forearm shot, sending Mirage through the ropes. As he turns around, Percy Wright spots another opportunity. Taking John Iley by the arm, Percy Wright whips him across the ring into the ropes. On the return, John Iley spots a back bodydrop attempt from Percy and somehow slows himself up to control his momentum. Flipping over Wright’s back, Iley grabs one of Percy’s wrists and locks it behind him into a hammerlock. Getting right back down onto his feet, John puts his head under Percy’s free arm, then immediately flips backwards, bridging up into Northern Lights Suplex, putting Percy into a pinning combination… Alan Ducard: Tyne Bridge! He’s got it full on locked in!! One… TWO… THREE! As he hears the bell ring, John Iley lets go of his grasp and rolls away out of the bridge and gets to his knees, just as the ref reaches down and raises his hand in victory. Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... JOHN.... ILEY!!! Jimmy Yates: John Iley with a very strong performance here in this frantic match leading to his first victory here in LEGACY. Alan Ducard: That should be the first of many wins that my fellow countryman gets, and somewhere along the way you'd think that he might bring home some championship gold with that move he just used to win this match. Bryan Harris: Don't go crowning him just yet. I'll say that was certainly a good win and should be part of his highlight video, but I'll have to see more of him than just that. Backstage
Road agent Trevor Washington is seen speaking to a production crew member; telling a story which he’s famous for. Trevor Washington: …then he busted his car. The production crew member suddenly looked away from Trevor, and as soon as the road agent notices it, he wonders what is drawing away the crew member’s attention until he turns to see the massive mountain of pale muscle known as Issac Entragian walking past him, stalking through the labyrinth that is the backstage area. Issac's face remains cold and unexpressive as he passes the two, continuing his stalking through the halls. Elizabeth Gaunt struts by his side wearing a plaid skirt that could be said to fit only a select few and she was one of them. Her plaid skirt was complimented by a Blue Oyster Cult band tee. She turned and smirked at Trevor then to the newly silent people they passed. Her eyes glimmered with a deviousness seen not even in Issac's eyes. Elsewhere in Legacy's arena there was a conference of sorts going on between Cronos Diamante and his inseparable friend Voodoo, who for the first time was wearing a matching "Honor Above All" t-shirt with only one paramount exception. Both shirts were now standard camouflaged where Cronos Diamante and "Honor Above All" were located on the surface area. Legacy crew members were shocked when they caught the backside of Voodoo's t-shirt. It didn't have Cronos' name like the normal merchandise; it said "Voodoo." Voodoo: We're getting an awful lot of strange looks Birdie-boy. Cronos Diamante: Charles. I'm not the one with the Honor Above All merchandise on without my name on it. "You" are the one receiving the looks. Cronos smiles and Voodoo smirks with one of those "I knew it would have an effect on people" smirks. As Cronos and Voodoo continue their conversation with laughs and a light mood, the pair of Elizabeth Gaunt and Issac Entragian empty into the very same corridor in which Cronos Diamante and Voodoo are located. Issac doesn't need to say a word as his face brightens and a sadistic grin turns his features into something almost inhuman. Voodoo: So what exactly "is" Quantus, Birdie-boy? We been friends a long time, but I never knew about this Quantus thing. Cronos Diamante: It started out as a stable with Jake, Judge and I. You remember Judge? Voodoo simply nods his head in understanding as Elizabeth Gaunt’s shoulder is practically yanked from it's socket in order for Issac to motion toward the two talking at the end of the hall. She's spun around like a top and now Issac isn't the only one with a sadistic grin. The two look at each and grin. Entragian strides toward them with Elizabeth Gaunt in tow. Entragian for a small moment looms over Cronos without his knowledge as Voodoo's attention has shifted to a Pepsi machine to where he's drawing a couple Aquafina water bottles. Entragian grin spreads even wider as he looks down at him. Then with one long white finger he reaches out and taps Cronos on the shoulder twice clearing his throat. Issac Entragian: Pleasant surprises never cease. Fancy seeing you here Diamante. Cronos slowly turns around meeting Issac Entragian face to face in a backstage capacity for the first time since he prevented the big man from killing another wrestler when Cronos first arrived on the scene in LEGACY. Voodoo at this point had turned around and decided to butt in for a second. Voodoo set an Aquafina bottle down on a nearby table for Cronos. Voodoo: Play nice Birdie-Boy. I'll go tell Jake we're ready. Cronos nods his head when he gets a pat on the back without taking his eyes off Issac. Voodoo makes eye contact with the big man himself and smiles then walks away toward Jake Dominion's locker room. Cronos Diamante: Hello Issac. Something I can do for you or did you just want to talk? Issac lets a little chuckle escape his lips as he keeps his eyes locked upon Cronos's eyes. Issac Entragian: Such a professional backstage presence, isn’t he Liz? As a matter of fact there is something you can do for me. You can get me a cup of coffee. No sugar or cream. Black, if you'd be so kind… Issac cocks his head to the side, simply trying to f*ck with Cronos a little to see what his reaction will be. Cronos' body language remains the same as it was when he first met with the big man; calm and void of negative emotion. Cronos Diamante: I believe there's a coffee station down the hall, but I hear they're all out of cream and they do have milk, but with how white you are… I doubt you need that. As for the sugar… Cronos pauses in order to eye Elizabeth Gaunt for a second who happens to be sporting a devious grin. He rolls his eyes before continuing. Cronos Diamante: You could use some of that to sweeten you up. I suppose that sugar is the only way you can stay sweet enough to keep that girl by your side, right? The black though. That goes great with your heart. Issac smirks at this, looking down at Cronos with an unreadable expression behind that grave smile. Issac Entragian: Never you mind what it takes to keep her at my side. She's fond of sugar and spice and everything NOT nice. But let's not dwell on my dear Liz because I don't want you poppin' a boner in the middle of this hallway bub. We have more important matters to discuss. One such matter has been eating at me a little as of late... and that's where your mind is at right now. Tell me Cronos...who speaks to me now... an honorable man... or a DEVIL? Cronos chuckles and takes one long look at the "unreadable" expression on Issac's face. He smiles wide. Cronos Diamante: It would seem as if I got under your skin Issac. Defending your girl there and what keeps her at your side. It shouldn't sway you, should it? Cronos pauses only to pick up the water bottle Voodoo left him before he took off to Jake's locker room. He takes a long swig before continuing. Cronos Diamante: And wouldn't you like to know what stands before you now. Devil, honorable man... hell, why not both? Or do you think in terms of black and white? Tell me Issac... who do you fear most, the Devil or the Honorable Man? Issac Entragian: Even if you smashed the two together and whipped them up into one big freakish concoction of honor and evil...I still wouldn't fear you Cronos. There is nothing to fear but fear Himself. And He stands before you now, so tread carefully kiddo. I don't wanna have to drive your ass back into another lengthy losing streak before I have to... Issac leans forward, staring holes through Cronos's calm facade. He unsnaps the No Limits title from his waist and holds it up inches from Diamante's face. Issac Entragian: BUT if this is what you desire, then I hope that Devil still has some tricks left up his sleeve. Otherwise you're going to be picking up those pretty white teeth off the canvas once I'm done with you boy. Cronos' eyes turn midnight black as if the storm to end all storms suddenly engulfed Cronos. He leans forward and inches himself closer and closer before he stops mere centimeters from Issac’s face. It’s as if you could see both men's breath; two monstrous bulls ready to charge each other and lock horns. Cronos stares at Issac for a long moment making sure to keep his eyes fixated on Issac himself and on nobody and nothing else. Cronos speaks in a low growl. Cronos Diamante: How's this for tricks? Cronos suddenly jumps backward and pulls out a wicked looking Spaded King with bloodied swords in his hands and a skull for a face. He quickly licks the back and slams it against Issac's No Limits Championship belt. Cronos Diamante: I'm the Devil with the King's card you piece of sh*t. And I suggest you quit referring to yourself as “fear Himself” because the only men you're fooling are yourself and the pathetic wastes of space you've faced thus far. There are no Ace's in this game by the way so don't even think it. Cronos turns his back to the champ showing the ultimate disrespect he possibly can. While he's walking away he holds a very vile grin on his face which carries over when he turns around to face Issac one last time. Cronos Diamante: Oh and Issac... do buy some Altoids or Tic-Tacs. Your breath stinks something fierce. I almost passed out. If that's your plan on winning the match at Elevated Tensions then you just might win. Cronos pauses for a second to let that register. Cronos Diamante: I'll see you in the ring, kid. Cronos simply turns and walks away from Issac and Liz and disappears in the distance leaving Issac to his belt and his woman. Entragian's eyes have fallen down to his championship belt that just got slapped with the card. His eyes burn with a slow malice that's just started to surface. His gaze locks upon the barely visible silhouette of Cronos Diamante in the distance. The huge albino starts forward while raising the No Limits Title as if he's looking to brain Cronos in the back of the head with it. Liz stops him by putting one hand on his chest, pushing him back. Liz : Save it for the ring babe. That's where you humble him. Entragian grits his teeth and cocks his head to the side watching Cronos finally vanish around a corner. He screams out at him as he leaves, his voice turning into a raspy roar. Issac Entragian: YOU'RE A F*CKIN' DEAD MAN DIAMANTE! The big man seethes for a few moments, then surprisingly a dark smile crosses his lips. He flutters his fingers in a mock wave in the direction that Cronos took. He turns back to Liz and grips her around the waist, leading her down the hallway. Issac Entragian: I've beaten some of the best in this company. But NOTHING will give me more pleasure than to beat that smug lil' bastard. Mark those words Elizabeth. NOTHING! Elsewhere Backstage
The camera heads backstage to the locker room area and immediately the fans recognize the figure of The Outlaw Greyson Blade Blade sits on a bench in the locker room lacing up his boots when he looks up to find none other than Trent Logan standing directly in front of him with Domination in tow. Greyson hurriedly finishes off the tie-job and wastes no time in addressing his visitors. The Outlaw: Gentlemen, I know we have a match out there later tonight, but to what do I owe this pleasure right now? Logan extends a hand to Blade in respect and Blade shakes it as Trent responds. Trent: We do have that match tonight Blade and I actually wanted to pick your brain for a few minutes. Now I’m not slouch when it comes to match strategy but I’d be fool not to take advantage of the opportunities presented to me. The Diabolik and Domination are on a collision course Greyson. We will have a rematch for the LEGACY Tag Team Titles, and tonight is just one more “warm-up” for us. Now, I know you have had your dealings with Towers and sent him a message last week with that Killshot through the tables, but you also have some history with Diabolik and namely Gryffin Anselm. The Outlaw nods in the affirmative and crosses his arms as Trent continues. Trent: You had some success against Anselm in the past and hell you even put up a hell of a fight last time you fought him in spite of being injured. We have James Win reasonably neutralized with the power and speed that Domination possesses, and while these guys are both more powerful than Gryffin if you knew the truth, he’s got a massive experience and technical edge on them. So what I’m looking for from you is if you have some time now before the match if you could give us some tips/advice/direction about how to approach neutralizing Anselm as your fighting style is very much in the same power/brawling mode as VENOM and RAGE. The Outlaw wasn’t really ever approached in this manner before, perhaps it was his loner demeanor or more likely that those conversations just didn’t happen in a place like OPW. That old immediate “distrust” welled up but as Logan continued speaking he decided to give Trent the benefit of the doubt. Domination really wouldn’t benefit from screwing him over in this match or in the broader scheme of things. The Outlaw: Alright Logan, I’ll tell you what I can about Anselm and how I approached things in-ring. I’ll admit I haven’t really been in a position like this before. Trent: That’s rather surprising given your success both outside of and inside of LEGACY. You might feel like you need to recapture a part of yourself before you start your climb to the top again, but people remember what you have done here. The Outlaw: Well the flattery is unnecessary but I appreciate the respect. I do need to get back to basics and that started with Towers last week, and maybe something I need to learn too is that sometimes I don’t have to do everything on my own. It’s good to have allies in this business, and it’s about time I had some in LEGACY. So, I’m finished up here if you want to get a quick bite before the match I’ll tell you what I can about working against Diabolik? Trent: Sounds like a plan … With that Trent heads from the room with Domination and The Outlaw bringing up the rear and the scene heads back to ringside. Four Corners Tag Match
Hector Rodriguez & Diego de Cardenas vs Issac Entragian & Mostafa Bashir vs Cronos Diamante & Jake Dominion vs Kevin Oppenheimer & Katsuro Yoshida Alan Ducard: Already finished with a third of the matches booked for tonights show and nearing the halfway point, we have the first of our two 8-man tag matches of the evening. Jimmy Yates: On one of the teams you’ve got the No Limits Champion with a guy he basically doesn’t respect on his team. Another team has the guy who’s got the No Limits Title Shot at ELEVATED TENSIONS. His tag team partner is coming off of a World Title shot, a match he lost because of one of the guys on one of the other teams… Bryan Harris: Yeah, yeah, we get it, Jimmy, plenty of bad feelings all around the ring. There’s also heat between Kevin Oppenheimer and Hector Rodriguez from some across-the-sea organization. Oppy and Katsuro Yoshida are teamed up tonight… quite simply because someone in the front office thought it would be a good pairing. Alan Ducard: On STRIFE 28 Kevin Oppenheimer had some advice backstage for Katsuro Yoshida, telling him to lighten up a bit and try to have more fun. Bryan Harris: Sound advice, if you ask me. Katsuro Yoshida is a talented guy, but he’s not having any kind of significant success this side of the Pacific Ocean, so he could probably use to lighten up a bit and have more fun. It’d do him some good. Jimmy Yates: Either way, it’s an intriguing team. All of the teams have something of interest to them. Even the unlikely pairing of Mostafa Bashir and No Limits Champion Issac Bashir is intriguing. Bryan Harris: I think that was kind of the point, Jimmy. Alan Ducard: Only two of these guys can legally be in the ring at a time, so at some level, this match should be at least a smidgen more tame than the five-man match we saw earlier tonight. Bryan Harris: Well it’s a boring match until we actually get to see the footage… Jimmy Yates: Enough talk? Yeah, I think so too. Start : Footage from the Match Cronos Diamante and Diego de Cardenas trade punches in the center of the ring. Left from Cronos, right from Diego. Left from Diego, right from Cronos. The fans cheer on wildly as these two rivals give it their all, as every tag partner and opponent lined up on the perimeter of the squared circle watch on intently. Alan Ducard: They certainly do have a rivalry in LEGACY, and I don’t think it is close to being settled. Bryan Harris: These guys simply don’t like each other. And it is expressed through each and every punch. Jimmy Yates: Cronos’ stand up is just too overwhelming for Diego. Cronos gains the upper hand with his brute strength and size, and sends Diego down to his knees with a Muay Thai knee thrust square in the bread basket. Diego gasping for air, Cronos brings him back to his feet. Irish whip by Cronos with Diego sprinting on the rebound. Ducking a clothesline attempt, Diego continues on to the opposite ropes. Gaining more momentum off the recoil, Diego flies forward, twisting his body in mid-air so he horizontally straddles a standing Cronos. Going for an inverse roll-up, Diego can’t seem to flip Cronos over, Cronos simply lifts Diego up straight into the air by his hind legs, snaps back, and drives Diego down to the canvas with a CRUSHING wheelbarrow suplex. Alan Ducard: Blimey! Cronos might’ve folded Diego inside out, as you Americans like say, like an accordion! Bryan Harris: Cronos is a big fella. Diego is not. Simple matter of physics played against Diego’s swift attempt at a cruiserweight roll-up right there. Jimmy Yates: Look at Cronos! He knows this one could be over after that high impact move! Looking out at the fans, and more importantly, at Isaac Entragian standing on the apron’s edge, Cronos points down at Diego, and makes a lateral cover with a forearm butted against the temple. One! Two! Diego kicks out. Alan Ducard: No one even tried to make an attempt at saving Diego, there. Jimmy Yates: Look at them all! They’re all intently watching! Bryan Harris: That was some damn showboating if I’ve ever seen it! Cronos continues to look out at Isaac as both men nod their heads at one another, playing the mental game Cronos knows all too well. With Diego not faring so well, Cronos lift him up into the air with a military press. Showing great strength, Cronos tosses Diego’s body upwards a few inches in a twisting manner, catches him on the way down with his shoulder, and then drives him down on one knee with a devastating snap shoulder breaker. Alan Ducard: Devastating! Cronos is on fire here! Jimmy Yates: Diego really needs to get a tag out here. Going for a cover and hooking the leg, the referee slides into position. Before he can even count to one, Hector Rodriguez broke it up with a knee to Cronos’ back. Bryan Harris: No way was Hector going to let it end there. Almost ignoring the illegal shot that broke up the attempt, Cronos focuses on bringing Diego to his feet, but Diego has some desperate forearm shots waiting for him. Cronos staggers back momentarily, which gives Diego the slightest window of opportunity to leap backwards and make a tag to an outstretched Katsuro Yoshida. Alan Ducard: Katsuro’s in! Jimmy Yates: He’s not even Diego’s partner! Bryan Harris: Remember... this is four corners rules. Anybody from
any team can be tagged in. Aside from that fact, I think Diego just
wanted to get the hell out of there. Bryan Harris: Bull in a china shop... not sure I’ve ever heard someone use that in wrestling terms before. Jimmy Yates: He’s British. I guess it’s the whole “fitting in” process. Cronos doesn’t allow Katsuro to hold onto the move for long, as he uses his free leg to kick Katsuro across the face. Holding his mouth, Katsuro relinquishes the hold, and both men start to get to their feet. Circling one another for a moment, both men go into a collar and elbow tie-up, but Katsuro swiftly turns it into a go-behind. Cronos looks for an opportunity to slip out, and he eventually finds one. Cronos with a go-behind of his own, looks for a suplex when Isaac illegally enters the ring and big boots Cronos right on the back of his upper back-neck region. Cronos goes down instantly, and Katsuro falls down for the cover. Isaac is a little hesitant to leave the ring, but once he does the referee makes the count. One! Two! Cronos kicks out after two, and Katsuro brings Cronos to his feet. Katsuro lets Cronos stagger there for a moment, then looks back at Isaac who has his large albino hand outstretched. Katsuro walks up to Isaac and forcefully slaps Isaac across the chest. Isaac promptly enters the ring without hesitation and runs full speed ahead at Cronos. Lunging with his arm at the last second, Isaac lays Cronos out across the mat with a vicious lunging clothesline. Jimmy Yates: Now Cronos is the one who really needs a tag. He’s been in the ring for over ten minutes now. Bryan Harris: That’s because he’s being a selfish little
ass and trying to win this match himself. Isaac reaches down and slowly picks Cronos up off the mat. Hooking in a gutwrench position, Isaac heaves Cronos up, and slams him down to the mat with a release gutwrench powerbomb. Sticking one boot across Cronos’ face, he yells at the referee to make the count. Bryan Harris: This could be a distinct preview of the upcoming Pay-Per-View right here. One! Two! Cronos fights away Isaac’s boot, and holds the back of his head. Jimmy Yates: It appears that Isaac’s illegal boot shot earlier really did some damage to Cronos here.. Alan Ducard: That was a straight running boot shot to the back of a man’s spine from a seven-foot monster! Of COURSE it’s going to do some damage! Looking out at Jake Dominion and then the rest of the audience, Isaac Entragian signals something to the crowd and then begins to bring Cronos up to his feet. Bryan Harris: Could be going for the Disemboweler here. Isaac bends Cronos down and attempts to go for the gutbuster when out of nowhere, Jake Dominion steps into the ring and CRACKS Isaac across the jaw with a superkick.. Isaac goes down like a sack of bricks, and both men lie on the mat seemingly unable to move. Alan Ducard: Iced Out!!!! Bryan Harris: Come ON, ref! Jake wasn’t the legal man!!! Jimmy Yates: How many times in this match did Isaac do something when he wasn’t the legal man? Two can play that game, Bryan! Jake begins slapping the turnbuckle padding, trying to pump up his teammate to make the tag. Isaac meanwhile does not move, apparently knocked out from the Dominion superkick. Suddenly, Cronos rolls over and drapes an arm across Isaac. One! Two! Isaac gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time! Cronos slowly crawls over to Jake as Isaac tries to shake the cobwebs away. Finally, Cronos tags out to Jake and the crowd goes wild, but across the ring, Isaac has decided to tag out to Hector Rodriguez. Both men run full speed ahead at one another, but it is Jake that dominates with an explosion of offense. Jake nails a clothesline that sends Hector down to the mat. Hector back up, and Jake sends him back down with a hip toss. Hector up one more time, and Jake Dominion nails a Lou Thesz press with punches firing away. Dominion rolls off of Hector and waits for him to get up, signaling for another superkick. Hector gets up, Jake bolts forward, but Hector saw it coming and ducked underneath it. Catching Jake’s leg, Hector clasps his arms together behind Jake’s back, lifts up, and suplexes Jake down to the mat. Alan Ducard: Lovely! Capture suplex! Hector hooks a leg, and the referee slides into position. One! Two! Bryan Harris: Slow count ref! Jimmy Yates: I don’t know about that. Looked pretty legit to
me.. Bryan Harris: What the heck?! Why did he tag himself in like that?! Alan Ducard: Maybe because his team wants to walk away with the win? Bryan Harris: That’s crap and you know it, Alan! Feeding Oppenheimer a look of disgust, Hector begrudgingly steps between the ropes and back into his corner as Oppenheimer enters the ring. Heading straight for Jake, Oppenheimer sets up Jake for what looks like a powerbomb. Pointing to the turnbuckles where his partner Katsuro Yoshida is standing, Katsuro moves out of the way for a moment, while Oppenheimer lifts Jake into the air. Rushing toward the turnbuckles, Oppenheimer DRIVES Dominion back first across the top rope and watches his body crumple against the canvas. Crowd: LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! Alan Ducard: Bloody hell!! Jimmy Yates: That was BRUTAL! Bryan Harris: I don’t think he’s done with Jake just yet! Sliding Jake back up to his feet, Oppenheimer pushes forward with some short elbow shots to the face. Then, lifting underneath Jake’s leg, Oppenheimer sets Dominion up on the top rope. Climbing to the second rope, Oppenheimer nails a couple of forearm shots to the face. However Jake instinctively fights back with some head butts to the forehead. Losing his balance, Oppenheimer falls backwards off the second rope and crashes to the mat below, leaving Dominion alone of the second rope. Katsuro tries to knock Dominion down, but Jake was ready with a boot to the mouth that sent him down to the outside. Deciding to take a chance while he was up there, Dominion shook the cobwebs away and stood up with great balance. He then leapt forward, and connected with a beautiful looking guillotine leg drop across Oppenheimer’s head. Alan Ducard: Astonishing! With a leap of faith, Jake connected with that trademark guillotine leg drop! The fans all buzzed with anticipation as Jake Dominion decided to crawl towards Cronos Diamante who had his hand outstretched and fist pounding the turnbuckle. Dominion reaches Cronos effectively tagging him in. Alan Ducard: The roof just about lit on fire! Listen to this! Cronos comes in just as Oppenheimer gets to his feet, and sends him back down with a vicious clothesline. Katsuro decides to come in, and he is sent down to the mat as well. Diego and Hector come into the ring, try for a double clothesline, but Cronos has enough ring savvy to duck, run to the ropes, and then bounce off the recoil with a devastating flying double armed clothesline! Alan Ducard: Look at Cronos go! Bryan Harris: Order ref! Order!! Jimmy Yates: I agree. The referee is quickly losing control of this one... but DAMN is the cerebral warrior pumped up! Isaac Entragian and his partner Mostafa then come into the ring, and before Cronos can attempt to make a clothesline on them, Mostafa is running full speed ahead with a running boot. Cronos sees it just in time though, and round house sweeps the bottom of Mostafa’s boot, tripping him up and sending him head first between the ropes and to the outside! Alan Ducard: Impressive. Cronos is acting like a real ring general right now.. Just as Alan says that, Isaac enters the fray and LEVELS Cronos with a running jumping knee shot to the face. Cronos goes down in a heap, and rolls around, covering his mouth from the hard-knuckled impact of the knee shot. Isaac doesn’t stop there though, and continues beating down on Cronos while the referee desperately tries to restore some order. Dominion finally decides to enter the fracas, and sees his tag partner in need of assistance. But before he can make it to him, Diego cuts him off with some right hands to the head. The referee begins admonishing everyone in the match. Bryan Harris: What is this, a damn battle royal, Jimmy?! Jimmy Yates: Despite Rob Belote’s well known affection for them... no... this isn’t one. Oppenheimer battles Rodriguez on the outside with Hannah Perez screaming in Oppenheimer’s ear.. Dominion battles Diego on the inside. Katsuro and Mostafa have clotheslined one another over the guard rail on the outside and have begun brawling in the arena much to the fans’ delight. Isaac is stomping a mud pie in Cronos. Hannah Perez finally has enough of Oppenheimer beating on her man’s partner, and takes off both of her high heels. Getting down on her knees, she waits till Oppenheimer is directly in front of her, grabs one of her stiletto heels, and meat hooks Oppenheimer with it with the point of the heel puncturing a hole right underneath Oppenheimer’s private area. Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOH!!! Alan Ducard: My GOODNESS!!!! Bryan Harris: No kids for Oppenheimer, says Hannah. Jimmy Yates: That made MY d*** hurt! Alan and Bryan: Jimmy!!! With Oppenheimer taken care of, Hector climbs up onto the apron, swings with a lunging right arm, and connects to the back of the referee’s head, sending him down to the canvas without a clue. Alan Ducard: Perfect... as if authority wasn’t already lost on this one... Dominion and Diego trade punches back and forth until Diego rears up for a power punch. Jake ducks underneath it, rears back towards the turnbuckle, and as soon as Diego turns around he is met with a foot to the jaw courtesy of an Iced Out superkick, which sends him over the top rope and to the outside. The fans go wild for the move, but some still remained concerned for Cronos as Isaac has been relentless with stiff shots to the face that have bloodied up Cronos’ forehead and nose pretty badly by now. Seeing the referee down and Isaac’s persistence on Cronos, Jake looks out at the audience and shrugs, then runs full speed ahead, and nails a punt-like kick underneath the Albino Nightmare’s crotch. Isaac goes down immediately, and rolls to the outside of the ring. Alan Ducard: This match has lost all hope of getting order restored... Bryan Harris: I blame that on that idiot Cronos. He had to get so riled
up on the tag in... what a moron. Crowd: LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! Crowd: THAT-WAS-AWE-SOME! *clap...clap... clap-clap-clap* Dominion covers Hector, but there is no referee to make the count. With Dominion on top of Hector and Cronos making a count out loud, Hannah Perez sneaks up behind Cronos, leaps onto his back and begins repeatedly shanking him across the forehead with her other stiletto heel. Blood pours out even faster from the open wound Isaac gave him earlier, and Cronos goes down in absolute agony. Dominion meanwhile, has had enough of Hannah Perez’s involvement in the match, stands up, and CONNECTS with an Iced Out superkick square in her jaw!!!! Bryan Harris: WHAT THE HELL?! NOT HANNAH!!! Jimmy Yates: SICK!! Dominion is a superkicking MACHINE in this match!!! Alan Ducard: I don’t condone a man hitting a woman... but I do condone the act of “fair play” when a woman enters a man’s battlefield and gets involved directly. Bryan Harris: This makes me sick to my STOMACH, Alan... sick to my STOMACH that Dominion would treat a sweet innocent lady like that... Alan Ducard: Oh innocent my ARSE, Bryan! With Hannah Perez laid out in the middle of the ring, Dominion shrugs his shoulders and rolls her to the outside where he falls down to the outside mat. Just as the referee starts coming around however, Diego returns inside of the ring... with a steel chair. Alan Ducard: Blimey, he’s got a chair! CRACK! Bryan Harris: Going... going... gone!!!! Haha!! Dominion goes down, knocked out before he hits the mat, and Diego falls down across Dominion while tossing the chair out of the ring in one smooth transition. Isaac walks towards the gushing Cronos from the outside perimeter, holding his private area from the punt kick Jake delivered earlier, and pulls the severely weakened and bloodied Cronos to the outside by his feet where another beat down ensues. With everybody fighting all around the ring and the referee back on his knees trying to figure out what’s going on, he sees Diego on top of Dominion and instinctively makes the count... One... Jimmy Yates: Not like this... Two... Bryan Harris: All’s fair in love and chair shots. Three. The referee signals for the bell, and it’s not long before Josephina announces the winners. Josephina Colbert: The winners of this match... Diego de Cardenas... and Hector Rodrguez!!! Diego immediately slides underneath the ring, and checks on Hannah Perez. Lifting her unconscious body into his arms, Diego cusses in Spanish all the way down the ringside area as Dominion is still laid out from the devastating chair shot inflicted by Diego. Bryan Harris: That just goes to show you that violence against women, it just doesn't pay off. Hector Rodriguez and Diego de Cardenas obviously weren't happy about what happened to Hannah Perez, but they don't let it ruin their night as they find a way to pick up the victory. Alan Ducard: I wonder if that pinfall could be a sign of things to come. Will we see Diego de Cardenas get another pinfall against Jake Dominion when they meet at Elevated Tensions? Jimmy Yates: I'd doubt it, but when Diego gets some momentum, he can be seriously hard to stop. Backstage
The scene moves backstage to the catering area and just as promised we see The Outlaw standing with Trent Logan and Domination not far from the food spread. The Outlaw is sipping on a bottle of water (and yes its clean, no Ron Bailey lurking) while Domination finishes off their sandwiches and Trent nurses a black coffee with a thoughtful look, when Blade suddenly notices Trent's eyes wander back towards the catering table. There looking over the cold cuts is the fourth member of their team tonight. Crazy Boy after some deliberation finally puts a slice of turkey on wheat, and breaking off the conversation, Blade, Logan, and Domination all approach the smaller Crazy Boy. They come up behind him and when he turns around he jumps back just a little. Then again you would too if you had 3 guys each well over 6 feet tall and each just south of 300 pounds cornering you. Blade is the first one to speak to his partner and extends a hand. The Outlaw: Crazy Boy ... or Tyrone ... whichever you prefer ... you ready for the match tonight man? Crazy Boy: I guess so. I'm a little nervous. I haven't been in a tag team match in a while, and I'm not quite sure what to expect from a tag match in Legacy. The Outlaw nods at Crazy. He had to admit that he was a little nervous about getting in the ring again in LEGACY after quite some time, so he could sympathize. The Outlaw: It's only natural, especially not really "knowing" your partners. However, you can take my word for it that you couldn't ask for better partners here tonight. You've got Domination here with Trent Logan. Power, speed, and the ultimate in match strategy. You've got me in your corner, and not to sit around bragging, but I'd like to think I have a reputation around here for being pretty tough, and man let me tell ya, you are no slouch yourself. People noticed that big win over Mirage at DESTINED FOR GREATNESS, and you never backed down even when by all accounts he had all the advantages. Tyrone nods his head as he looks up at the 3 guys he is going to call partners at Strife. He looks up at them with a little bit of a sly grin on his face. CB: Yeah, that was probably one of my biggest wins thus far in Legacy. I know I have what it takes to make it far in the federation, but you know, there has to be a first of everything, and I'm pretty excited that I have you three as tag team partners. Domination is going to become the new tag team champions, and you, Blade, you are going to beat Towers again and get some revenge on my part. And I will beat Eli Storm. Noone is going to downgrade me just because I beat someone that is bigger and stronger than I am. Lucien Grey is a beast, and on top of that, I beat Mirage. I can beat Eli Storm on my worst day. Trent Logan steps in to comment as Domination nod with smiles, rather pleased with their smaller partner's determination. Trent Logan: That's what you have to believe. Hell, that's what I even tell the big men behind me. You've won ladder matches. You've beaten some great teams in LEGACY and even when poisoned you took Diabolik to the limit. You've got the potential. You've got the ability. Now, it's time for that big first. It's time for tag team championships. it's time to fell a giant once and for all and go for the No Limits Title, and in your case man its time that people stepped up with respect when talking about you. If Eli Storm thinks he can write you off let him know he's got another thing coming. Let's go out there tonight and let's make a statement. Tyrone nods and starts to walk away from the trio as he turns around and grins, which is soon replaced by a look of determination. CB: I'll see you guys in the ring in a few. We have a match to win. Tyrone walks away to do some last minute preperations, leaving Greyson and Domination behind and the scene heads back to ringside. Elsewhere Backstage
As the scene opens up backstage we see "The incredible One" Eli Storm with backstage interviewer Andrew Kelley. Storm is leaning up against the wall, his hair soaked, wearing his wrestling gear and his brand new "FTW Canadian Style" Jersey and a pair of black thing framed shades. Andrew Kelley: How does it feel, after beating Greg Allocca on STRIFE 28, to see Allocca get a shot at X-Calibur and the Tao of Valor Championship here tonight? Eli Storm: How do I feel...? Eli looks almost offended by the question. Eli Storm: Sh*t, it's just another bit of proof showing the world that the owner of this company is screwing me over. He knows I'm the main event and that if he wants anyone of these so-called “stars” to look like they mean anything... he'll book them against me, just so they can get a good rub. Look at the list of names that I've made famous so far. Eli holds up one finger. Eli Storm: Before me, Rocky was just a bag of hot air. I made him look like he still had legs under him. Eli holds up a second finger. Eli Storm: Ray Willmott, I made him look like he was ready for the main event knowing that he has always been the king of mid carders. Eli holds up a third finger. Eli Storm: Greg... Hell, I jump started his career again, just like I did with Mike Dexter. Hell, just standing next to me is probley making you look like you actually know what the Hell you're doing. Andrew sighs. Andrew Kelley: Well how does it feel to see Ray Willmott's name listed in the main event for the upcoming pay per view, a three-count away from winning the World Title? Eli Storm: Wow, do you realize that standing next to me, it actually makes you look like you know what you are doing? But then you just had to open your mouth and screw everything up. Eli sighs. Eli Storm: How do I feel? Hold on for a moment. Storm grabs a water bottle off a nearby table and pours it all over Kelley. Eli Storm: Now, Mr. Kelley, how do you feel? Andrew Kelley: I don't feel good. Actually, I'm a little pissed. This was my favorite shirt. Eli Storm: Now how do you think I feel about Rob screwing me out of everything while guys I know I'm better then get all the shots? Andrew Kelley: Like I feel now. Voice: Now was that really needed. Eli turns around and is greeted by his old tag team partner and former OPW World Champion, Matthew Kanyon. Kanyon shakes his head at Kelley and Storm. Matthew Kanyon: I mean, geez, Eli...that was a waste of a perfectly good bottle of water. I mean, this can of soda right here would of made a better choice. Kanyon pops open the soda and pours it all over Kelley, who is now shaky with anger. Kanyon has a false look of concern on his face as he turns to Eli. Matthew Kanyon: I think that was the end of your interview, Eli. Eli Storm: Well, that's not fair!!! I wanted to let the world know about my views on Global Warming and the Greenhouse effect. Matthew Kanyon: Maybe next time, good buddy. Maybe next time. The scene fades back to the announcers as Kanyon and Storm both walk off laughing. Tao of Valor Match
Greg Allocca vs X-Calibur © Alan Ducard: In a night of six matches and nearly thirty competitors stepping into the ring, our fourth match of the night is the lone championship match of the evening, with X-Calibur attempting to defend the Tao of Valor Championship against a very tough opponent in Greg Allocca. Bryan Harris: Alan, this is what you call a “trap match”. This close to the pay per view, thoughts of fans and competitors alike start to turn towards the bigger stage and high emotions of non-free television, but you can’t overlook Greg Allocca, especially in a spot like this. Jimmy Yates: X-Calibur loves big matches, this isn’t necessarily the biggest of stages, and you have to wonder just how much X-Calibur is looking past this week and looking on towards the bright lights of Elevated Tensions. Alan Ducard: Another factor which could have a significant effect to that same end is that this match marks the fifth time these two competitors have stepped into the ring together, and each of the previous four times X-Calibur has gotten the best of Allocca. Bryan Harris: I’ve been eagerly looking for Ron Bailey all week for that very same reason, because I’m positive that X-Calibur is coming into this match a lot more confident than he should be against a guy of Allocca’s ability. Jimmy Yates: One thing that might play a big role in this match is the fact that during preparation for this match, Greg Allocca hasn’t been taking his medicine, and it has been very clear that the Angel of Violence very much needs that medicine to keep sane. Bryan Harris: Well maybe it’s better for Allocca if he doesn’t keep sane. Maybe he needs to get a little crazy, because thinking outside the box is going to be the best thing for him. X-Calibur was not only the first man to make Greg Allocca tap in his entire career, he was the only man to do so, and I don’t expect that to be happening here tonight. Alan Ducard: These two certainly know each other very well, and when that’s the case, we almost always get a fantastic match, especially when there’s as much hostility as we’re seeing between these polar opposite individuals. I don’t believe this is going to be near as brutal as their dumpster match from years ago, but I’m certainly anticipating their encounter, so let’s roll the footage. Start : Footage from the Match The Angel of Violence takes advantage of the situation and stands X-Calibur up in the corner. Allocca executes a European uppercut, nearly knocking X-Calibur off his feet. Bryan Harris: Is Allocca trying to play to you, Ducard? A European uppercut? Alan Ducard: The European uppercut is no fun, just keep your eye on the action. Greg Allocca spins X-Calibur around and lifts him up off of his feet, placing him on the top turnbuckle facing out towards the crowd. Not wasting any time, Allocca climbs up behind X-Calibur and reaches up and locks his opponent into a full nelson. Jimmy Yates: This is it, he’s going for the move he calls “To Ashes”. If he can hit this, we could have a new champion... Lifting up, Allocca pulls backwards and tries to take X-Calibur off the top rope with a dragon suplex, but X has his leg hooked underneath the top rope, fighting off the move. Allocca tries once more, but no difference than before. He releases his hold and hits a sideways clubbing blow that catches X-Calibur in the ribs. X fires back, fighting for his life with a back elbow to the face. Allocca nearly loses footing on the middle turnbuckle but reaches down with his left hand and holds on to the top rope. He then tries to snap on the full nelson once more, but the Tao of Valor champion is able to send Allocca off the top turnbuckle to the mat with another back elbow, catching Allocca off balance again. Alan Ducard: He's fightin' for his life, mate. That last one could've been a doozy. Bryan Harris: He’s lucky he didn’t get taken down right there, but Greg might get another chance! Having stumbled when his feet initially hit the mat, Allocca is quick to get right back up to his feet. He sprints up the ropes, but X-Calibur has turned himself around and is now facing him and nails him with a forearm shot, sending his adversary back down to the mat, rolling backwards. Allocca is determined though, and he gets to his feet as quickly as he can. Before he can do anything, though, Allocca gets caught as X-Calibur dives off the top turnbuckle, nailing Greg Allocca with the Dragon Fist diving forearm punching shot! The crowd pops and X-Calibur makes the cover. 1... KICK OUT! Jimmy Yates: Greg Allocca isn't here to lose tonight. He's got something to prove with this match. Alan Ducard: Agreed. He's been intense all week. Bryan Harris: Without that medicine, he’s running on pure instinct right now, and that could be dangerous. He should’ve waited until a two count to kick out, giving himself a little bit longer to rest. Jimmy Yates: What difference would one extra count have made? Bryan Harris: It’s another second to catch your breath, which could be significant. Alan Ducard: To be fair, neither of these men really looks to be out of breath. Getting to his feet, X-Calibur moves to Allocca’s legs and attempts the Legendary Pain elevated Texas cloverleaf. Apparently Greg has been waiting for this attempt, having scouted his opponent well and remembering his tendencies from their previous encounters, and Greg cradles X-Calibur up, rolling the champ through. Instead of the classic inside cradle pin attempt, Greg Allocca floats over into a guillotine choke. Bryan Harris: One second we got X-Calibur in control and now it looks like Greg Allocca is gonna break X-Calibur's neck, make him tap and take the title! Greg Allocca quickly locks his legs around the waist of the champ. He clamps in more, trying to get the submission. Jimmy Yates: There’s a good chance that Greg Allocca could’ve turned this hold into a submission by X-Calibur, but the main problem I see is that X-Calibur is so close to the ropes… Alan Ducard: I’m not entirely convinced that X-Calibur knows exactly where he is in the ring after that dizzying series of events that resulted in this submission attempt. All that rolling around through, I don’t believe X-Calibur realizes that all he's gotta do is reach back and he can grab the ropes and break this hold. X swings his arms as much as he can, trying not to beat himself and choke himself out. Finally he reaches back in the right spot and grabs the ropes. The referee moves in to break the hold, but Greg hammers down onto X-Calibur’s arm and forces it off the ropes. The referee doesn't like this and makes Greg Allocca break the hold now. From the look on his face you can tell that Greg Allocca isn't too happy about having to let go, but since he wants to win the match and belt, he releases it and repositions his feet underneath him and gets back up. Pulling X-Calibur to his feet, Allocca lifts his opponent off the mat, flips him upside down in his arms and bodyslams him right back down. Turning around, Allocca then begins pointing at the top turnbuckle. Alan Ducard: You have to wonder if Allocca is signaling that he is going to attempt that dragon superplex once again. Bryan Harris: No. Allocca is going airborne now. As quickly as he can, Greg climbs the turnbuckle, and as soon as he gains his balance, Allocca backflips off the top rope, attempting his trademark finisher the Condemning. Allocca begins twisting with the move and notices X-Calibur sneaking out of the way. Greg tries to stop the move and land on his feet, and although he gets himself into position to land squarely into attack position, he stumbles a couple steps, obviously off balance. Bryan Harris: Phew. That could've been a twisted ankle or worse. Immediately, X-Calibur spins Allocca around and drives his knee into Greg’s midsection, then wrenches both of his arms up behind him and locks on a double underhook, going for the Trouble Arm DDT. Greg lifts up, trying for a back body drop counter. As X-Calibur is flipping up over his opponent, he lets go of the double underhook and nearly lands on his feet, stumbling and falling to one knee. Running towards the ropes for momentum, a moment later Allocca comes charging in, trying a jumping boot to the face, but X-Calibur ducks that attempt. Allocca keeps running into the opposite ropes for some extra momentum, but after he bounces off the ropes, X-Calibur is much closer than he was expecting, and he doesn’t have time to react before X-Calibur lifts him up off the mat, tilt-a-whirls him around and hits a backbreaker. Alan Ducard: All this intense action, you get the idea that this match could go on for another ten minutes, or it could end any second. Bryan Harris: That’s all going to depend on what Greg Allocca is able to do, because he’s the wild card in all of this. Reaching down and grabbing Allocca by the wrist, X-Calibur lifts his opponent up off the mat and sends him into the ropes. Ducking his shoulder, it looks like X-Calibur is going to go for a Samoan drop, but Greg flips up and rolls over X-Calibur’s shoulders, ending up next to him. He immediately hooks his leg around X’s leg and his arm around X’s neck, then whips him backwards and down to the mat. Jimmy Yates: That was a very nice Side Russian Legsweep from Greg Allocca. Bryan Harris: With all those twists in there, I’ve heard it called a Side Canadian Legsweep. Alan Ducard: Whatever it was, it put Greg Allocca into the driver’s seat. Getting right back to his feet, Greg Allocca runs into the ropes, and on the return he leaps up, flips forwards and hits a splash down onto X-Calibur. As soon as he splashes down, though, Allocca is wrapped up around his neck and knee by X-Calibur, using Greg’s momentum to roll through into a small package… One… Two…! NO!! Jimmy Yates: Damn, that was crazy! After breaking up the pinfall attempt, Allocca springs up to his feet and drives his forearm downwards, catching his opponent in the back of the head, collapsing him back down to the mat. As quickly as he can, Greg Allocca moves over and gets out onto the apron and then springs up to the top rope. As soon as X-Calibur gets to his feet, Greg dives outwards legs first, putting one leg to either side of X-Calibur’s neck, going for the hurricanrana. Using all the strength he’s got left in him, X-Calibur pivots slightly to his side and throws Allocca down onto his back with a stand-up powerbomb. Alan Ducard: Serious impact on that powerbomb, and that might be the move which puts X-Calibur in the driver’s spot for the final time in this contest, but with what we’ve seen so far, you never know. Bryan Harris: I have my doubts. If X-Calibur had gone for the pinfall right here, he might’ve scored the three… but now he’s going to the outside out onto the apron. Jimmy Yates: I bet he’s going to go for it! Getting to the top rope, X-Calibur looks down and sees that Greg Allocca is starting to stir, so he doesn’t waste any more time before he flies off the top rope, connecting with an elbow drop right to the middle of Allocca’s sternum. Reaching down, X-Calibur grabs one of Greg’s legs and rolls backwards, still laying atop his opponent... Jimmy Yates: Hang Time Elbow! Pinfall attempt… ONE…! TWO!! NO!! Alan Ducard: Greg Allocca gets his shoulder up!! Obviously frustrated, X-Calibur gets to his feet, takes a moment to catch his breath, then lifts Allocca up off the mat. Reaching back, X-Calibur swings wildly and connects with a hard hooking right handed haymaker that knocks Greg Allocca backwards, stumbling into the ropes into the ropes. X-Calibur smiles as a dazed Greg Allocca comes off. Jimmy Yates: I think we know what’s coming… As Greg Allocca comes off, X reaches for and nails the X-Terminator to a thunderous roar. 1... 2... 3... Bryan Harris: He pulled it out? Alan Ducard: The bloke pulled it out! It was close though. It could've went either way really. Jimmy Yates: Its the ref's fault for making The Angel of Violence break the guillotine. Alan Ducard: Thats your opinion. The referee is in charge for a reason. Josephina Colbert: Here is the winner of this match… and STILL Tao of Valor Champion… X-Calibur!!! The crowd goes insane for X-Calibur, who has once again managed to put away Greg Allocca in his long and storied career. X-Calibur climbs up to the second turnbuckle, exhausted from the repeated offense he withstood from the persistent veteran, and holds his championship up for the whole arena to see. Greg Allocca however, gradually starts pulling himself up to his feet, holding his head and using the ropes as leverage - obviously feeling the effects of the match ending X-Terminator. Bryan Harris: Say what you will about Greg Allocca, but the man’s got talent. Not many guys can stand up pound for pound against X-Calibur who just keeps comin’ at ‘cha, never mind somebody a lot smaller in size the likes of his opponent tonight. Alan Ducard: Well said, mate. I only feel, however, that if Greg Allocca had been fully medicated for this match, he would’ve defeated X-Calibur. But, that’s just an opinion. With X-Calibur still on the second turnbuckle, Greg starts... punching himself in the forehead. Jimmy Yates: Looks like Greg isn’t happy with himself. Allocca keeps punching himself in the forehead, screaming with rage. Eventually, blood is drawn and Allocca just stands there, looking at it. Alan Ducard: Uh... Bryan Harris: I think Greg’s about to snap again. Unaware of Allocca’s fit of rage, X-Calibur climbs down from the second turnbuckle. Before he can turn around though, he is met with a swift kick straight between the legs. Alan Ducard: Now come ON!!!! That was unnecessary!!! X-Calibur crumples forward and down to his knees, so that his head rests on the second turnbuckle and drops the Tao of Valor championship to the side so that its strap is draping the bottom turnbuckle. Greg Allocca simply just stands there, quivering with rage. Looking down at X-Calibur, Allocca grabs the title, and starts bashing himself in the forehead with it. Blood immediately pastes itself to the centerpiece with each crushing shot to himself. Terrified fans around the ringside all look on in horror as Greg continuously bashes his own brains in. Jimmy Yates: I’ve never been more disturbed in my entire life. This is... horrible. Alan Ducard: Somebody stop Greg before he severely damages something up there! Bryan Harris: I think he’s already damaged up there, Alan. He’s long since passed the point of no return. With X-Calibur literally wheezing for air from the horrendous punt-like shot below the belt, Allocca finally stops beating himself in the forehead and looks down at the champion. Laughing like a mad man, Allocca rears back, and drives the championship into the back of X-Calibur’s head. Alan Ducard: No! Bludgeoning the gold against X’s cranium, X’s head goes nowhere as his cranium is trapped between the turnbuckle and Allocca’s title shots. Bryan Harris: We need some help out here! After about four or five shots in a row, Allocca stops, and throws the title belt across the ring wildly. Screaming in a fit of rage, Allocca leaves the ringside area and hops the guard rail. Fans scream in terror as a self-ravaged Greg Allocca sprints away from the ringside area, half-lunging at times to unsuspecting fans. Jimmy Yates: That man needs to be ARRESTED. I just witnessed assault, ladies and gentlemen. Bryan Harris: X could have a concussion here. Suddenly, "Hey Man Nice Shot" blasts unexpectedly over the PA system. Alan Ducard: Wait a bloody second! Isn’t that John Thomas’ song? Jimmy Yates: I believe it is... and one has to wonder if John Thomas has been silently waiting for X to be in a prone state like this. Dressed in his all white suit, John Thomas strolls out from backstage, a microphone in hand. Without acknowledging the fans at all, John makes his way down the ramp and then hops right up onto the apron and steps into the ring. Sitting on the mat in the corner, X-Calibur looks up to notice John, who is now standing in the ring, lifting the microphone with one hand, unbuttoning his navy blue dress shirt with his other. When his music fades, John lifts the microphone. John Thomas: Let’s take care of some unfinished business, X. How’s that sound? Finished unbuttoning the top two buttons, John puts his empty hand out in front of him. John Thomas: Hey, it’s alright, I saw what just happened, no need to get up on my account, I can do all the talking. A smirk forms on John’s face. John Thomas: Remember when you said you wanted a piece of me? Remember when you begged the front office to give you a rematch because you hated the fact that I beat your ass? Remember when that happened? I bet you don’t. You’ve been on this emotional high, winning that belt you’re carrying around, collecting those tokens… But I can see it in your eyes… John gets a little closer. John Thomas: Even as I look at you now, I can see that there’s unresolved hatred you’re carrying around for me. You want the win. You want to beat me. You want to clean up your record, avenging the blemish I put there. He pauses for a moment. John Thomas: I want to avenge a blemish of my own, and in the process, we’ll both get what we want. I used to hold that belt, but do you think they ever gave me the chance to collect tokens? Do you think they ever gave me the chance to collect tokens to earn a World Title shot? John shakes his head no. John Thomas: No, because they didn’t add that little stipulation until AFTER I held the belt. And do you think they ever gave me a shot at getting my belt back after I lost it? No… though the minute you get upset because I don’t want another match with you, they just hand you a title shot. John steps back and takes off his white suit jacket, placing it over the top turnbuckle. John Thomas: I know your reputation, X. I know what you’ve done… I know how you’ve been building your legacy… John pauses and just glares at X-Calibur. John Thomas: Let’s give us both what we want. You want a rematch with me? I want a shot at your belt. Elevated Tensions… and let’s not just make this for the belt, let’s heighten the stakes. You built your reputation on being great at last man standing matches? I’m sure if we both ask the front office real nice, we can get that to be the stipulation…. You are due a token match…. And last I checked, you didn’t have that one… Finally crawling to his knees, X sits back, holding the back of his head. X looks up at John Thomas who is mere feet from him. Barely able to hold himself up, X points at Thomas for the microphone he's holding. Thomas shakes his head and laughs, almost pitying the sight before his eyes. Handing X the microphone, X holds it up to his mouth. X-Calibur: I knew... X gasps into the microphone, still feeling the pain from the belt shots that he just endured from greg Allocca. Trying his best to collect himself, he speaks into the microphone again. X-Calibur: I knew... you would stop running... X smirks, nodding his head at John Thomas. X-Calibur: ...bitch. Grabbing X-Calibur by the hair, John lifts him up off the mat, takes him by the wrist, backs up a step, spins him around, pulling X’s arm across his own throat and drops STRAIGHT DOWN, wrenching X-Calibur backwards and down onto his shoulder with his signature falling neckbreaker. Reaching down, John grabs the microphone that X-Calibur dropped. John Thomas: I’ll take that as a yes. After throwing the microphone down at the fallen champion, John Thomas reaches down and grabs the Tao of Valor Championship belt and holds it up to eye level and just stares at it, almost in a trance. Turning his back to X-Calibur, John starts walking across the ring, placing the belt down in the middle of the ring, extending the straps all the way out straight to the sides before exiting out onto the apron and then stepping down to the arena floor to head back up the ramp to the locker room area. Backstage
Standing next to one of the catering tables, Kevin Oppenheimer is talking to Katsuro Yoshida, each of them still sweaty from the four corners tag match. Katsuro still looks a bit disappointed by the outcome, but nothing seems to be bothering Oppenheimer. We join them mid-conversation. Kevin Oppenheimer: The way I look at it, this wasn't really a loss. Neither one of us was pinned, neither one of us submitted... so it's really just a learning experience... a different kind of training session. Katsuro looks a bit incredulous. Kevin Oppenheimer: Besides, those guys are good competitors, didn't you have fun out there? Voice: I know I had fun out there. How about you, Diego? Oppenheimer, Yoshida, and the cameraman turn to see Diego de Cardenas and Hector Rodriguez walk up. Diego de Cardenas - Oh I had a lot of fun out there, H-Rod. But then... we won the match, so I'd expect us to have enjoyed it. Hector Rodriguez: I'm not surprised that Oppy had fun in a losing effort. After all the times he lost to me, he seemed to get used to it. Kevin Oppenheimer: That was a while ago, Hector. And I seem to remember that I've won as many matches against you as I've lost. Hector Rodriguez: How about we get something set up for Elevated Tensions weekend and I show everybody here in LEGACY what I showed people all over Europe... that you got nothin' on me. Oppenheimer shrugs. Kevin Oppenheimer: I'm cool with that. Hector laughs as he and Diego start to walk away. Hector Rodriguez: How is it that after all this time you've still got more guts than brains? The last comment by Hector has the same effect as the previous ones, still not phasing Kevin. As Kevin looks like he's about to start talking to Katsuro again, but then he notices someone coming down the hall in the other direction, which prompts Yoshida to turn and look. When the cameraman turns, we spot Ron Bailey walking down the corridor, a big smirk on his face as always. Ron Bailey: What's up, boys? Rough time out there tonight, though, I actually predicted things to fall out that way, so I wasn't surprised. Ron pats Katsuro on the shoulder. Ron Bailey: You taking Big Kev's advice yet? You havin' fun out there? Here's some free advice... try to get a match where you can get in there and hurt somebody like I did to Dexter earlier tonight. After a quick chuckle, Ron starts to walk off, but Katsuro gives him reason to stop. Katsuro Yoshida: Even though you are a disrespectful competitor, I am not. Ron turns and looks at Katsuro, raising an eyebrow. Katsuro Yoshida: What you did to Mike Dexter, intending to hurt him instead of just finding a way to victory... that is not what this sport is about. This is not the world of Mixed Martial Arts that you are accustomed to. Ron takes a step in the Bushido Buntai member's direction. Ron Bailey: You got a problem with how I do business? Katsuro Yoshida: I don't approve of how you do business inside or outside of the ring. Ron takes another step in the Bushido Buntai member's direction, getting only a couple feet away from him now, with Kevin Oppenheimer looking on. Ron Bailey: You wanna get into the ring with me to square things up, all you gotta do is say the word. The corner of Katsuro's mouth begins to move. Katsuro Yoshida: Sounds... fun. A big smile comes over the face of Kevin Oppenheimer. Elsewhere Backstage
We're backstage with Ray Willmott stretching, and loosening up for his main event tag match with Justin Moreno. He bounces a little with a determined look in his eye when the door flies open violently. He tenses preparing for an attack, but there's a white "flag" waved inside and we hear the voice of Loco Martinez. Loco Martinez: I... come... in... PEACE! Truce! Umm... I'm not gonna jump you. Lets keep this civil, okay dudeman? Ray seems slightly bemused at Loco's tentative nature, but scowls as T.Rex and Arch Angel make themselves apparent, in the doorway. Loco turns to them and holds his handup. Loco Martinez: Just wait here fellas. He goes inside, but T.Rex goes to follow. Loco Martinez: STAY! STAY Rex!! -- Don't worry hotpants... They're just here to watch my back. You. Crash. Moreno - Ray Willmott: Oh. My. Ray smirks and Loco kind of forces a laugh though he's not happy with the joke, but really wants to schmooze Ray. Loco Martinez: Heh. Yeah. But its crazy. Even my tag team partner I can't trust. But YOU Ray. You can I can trust. I can trust a man of principle. Of honor! May I come in? Ray shrugs, still wary about an attack, and as Loco walks in, Rex starts to follow. Loco holds his hand up stopping T.Rex who looks confused, Ray chuckles as Loco reaches up and pats him on the head and tosses him a bag of Skittles. Rex smiles and turns to keep guard with Arch Angel. Loco turns as the door closes behind him, and oozes smarmy... used car salesman... faux sincerity and friendliness. Loco Martinez: I can't leave them alone for a damn MINUTE! Ray-Ray. How's it been man? Been meaning to catch up. Tell some crazy New York stories. Ray smirks at this attempt. Ray: This isn't New York, Martinez. This isn't 2002. Times have changed. What do you want? A bit taken aback by Ray's abrupt nature, Martinez continues. Loco Martinez: Umm... well you know. I just wanted to talk to you about this whole title match thing. You got hosed, dude. Hosed... HARD. I don't think you deserve that. Crash dicked me. But more importantly he dicked you. Someone can WIN the Legacy Title... MY title... with neither YOU nor I involved in the decision. You fought a tournament. You EARNED a shot at THE Legacy Superstar. What did Crash do? He dicked me over, TWICE now. What did Moreno do? Past sucking OUT. LOUD! So I think if you and I show a unified front? I think we can get our one on one match reestablished. Loco smiles cheesily as Ray ponders this. Loco Martinez: Well? What do you think? Ray Willmott: That's true, other people can be involved in decision. And although I won the tournament to determine myself as a contender, I can accept that LEGACY is rich with talent and there are others, just as deserving as myself, for getting this kind of opportunity. It's a grand challenge, but I'm prepared to show that i have what it takes to hang with the best of the best. One on one, three way, four way, seven man dance ... WHATEVER it takes!! Loco shakes his head, frustrated, and looks like he's ready to attempt a different tact. When from the other side of a door we hear a ruckus, that's escalating. Eventually leading to the muffled, but screaming voice of Justin Moreno. Justin Moreno: RAY! Yo RAY!!! You okay in there? Get your hands off my you DAMN DIRTY APES! Loco sighs and mutters some profanity... He turns one more time to Ray. Loco Martinez: I guess I'll be seeing you. Ray looks at the LEGACY World Heavyweight Champion, sizing him up finally leveling a hard stare at the face of Loco Martinez. Ray Willmott: Oh YOU WILL ... Loco shakes his head and walks out finding the two huge members of Anarchy sliding and blocking a furious Moreno. Eventually Arch Angel bear hugs Justin, lifting him off his feet. Loco Martinez: A-Squared!!! Chill, baby. No harm to J-Mo. Angel puts down Moreno who gets in Loco's face. Loco's eyes stare back icily. Loco Martinez: Don't be eyeballing me like I eyeball your woman. Loco smirks, winking at Alison who's off to the side and Moreno winds up and SLAPS the hell out of Loco's face. Loco snaps his head, as both members of Anarchy move forward towards Justin. Loco throws his hands up. Loco Martinez: NO! I don't need to draw the ire of the front office going into this title match. Bad enough this little cockbag gets a freebie shot. You get a pass right now Justin. Those two guys would rip your arms off and play pinata with your ass. But I guess I respect a man who defends a sweet sweet piece of ass like- Justin cuts him off sharply venom in his voice. Justin Moreno: Do you want that to be my fist getting acquainted with your face, Loco? If you don't, I suggest you back the hell up and get the hell outta here right now. Loco puts his hands up playfully, and steps back with a cocky smirk. Loco Martinez: Easy, there fella. I was just in there talking to your partner. OUR opponent at Elevated Tensions. Go ahead, J-Mo. Loco gestures grandly towards Ray's dressing room. Loco Martinez: He's fine. Not a hair harmed on that Welsh head of his. Moreno just continues to glare at Loco. Who shrugs. And starts to walk away, with Anarcy flanking him. He turns back as Moreno and Alison got to head in. Loco Martinez: I'll be seeing you out there, J-Mo! Loco then eyes up Alison and mouths, "You TOO... Call me". Moreno looks insensed, but Anarchy step in front of Loco forming a rather menacing "man wall". Moreno begrudgingly decides that discretion is the better part of valor, and he and Alison glare icily. Loco poking his head over the shoulders for one final smirk. Eight Man Tag Match
Greyson Blade. Domination. Crazy Boy vs The Diabolik. Eli Storm. Jerry Starr Alan Ducard: The penultimate match on tonight’s STRIFE 29 card is the second 8 man tag match of the night. The first one was a match consisting of two individuals on each of four teams, while this match has two teams each with four individuals. Bryan Harris: I bet you couldn’t say that again… not that I’m going to give you a chance to. First fall to a finish, we’re not looking at elimination style rules in this one. With the show we’ve had tonight and the main event yet to come, I don’t think we would have time to go through a minimum of four eliminations, which is what it would take to win this match if it were a survivor’s match. Jimmy Yates: I don’t think we’d need to see either of these two teams entirely eliminated to get a sense of closure, especially with most of these guys squaring off at ELEVATED TENSIONS coming up in the very near future. This match does serve as a good preview of things to come, though. Alan Ducard: It most certainly does, what with the Diabolik squaring off against Domination for a second time, we get to see those pairings in the ring here tonight… Bryan Harris: Let’s not forget about the Canuckin’ Cowboys gettin’ added to the mix at the pay per view. That makes Jerry Starr’s involvement in this match all the better. Jimmy Yates: I don’t know if the Canuckin’ Cowboys have ever been in the ring with Domination before, but Jerry Starr definitely got his chance here in this match to grapple with both Ben Murdock AND Steve O’Reily. Bryan Harris: Try April 5th, STRIFE 18. Am I the only person who does their damn homework around here? Alan Ducard: You’re absolutely correct, Bryan, and that was the first match in which Jerry Starr and Allen Franks teamed up with one another. Jimmy Yates: That was over six months ago, how am I supposed to remember that?! Besides, who cares? Like Alan just said, it was their first match together, and they’ve come a long way since then. Bryan Harris: You know what? I’m not wasting any more time talking about any of the three tag teams because there’s a wild card in this match who I think we should be spending a little more time talking about, and that man’s name is Eli Storm. Alan Ducard: Certainly in recent weeks we’ve seen a renewed sense of purpose in Eli Storm, and I think the emergence tonight of his long-time tag team partner Matthew Kanyon could be of considerable help to Storm. Jimmy Yates: I guess that depends on whether or not Kanyon is willing to get physically involved in Eli’s matches. Bryan Harris: Frankly I don’t think that really matters worth a damn, but I guess we’ll see, now won’t we? Alan Ducard: There was no physical involvement by Matthew Kanyon during tonight’s events, and I was much pleased by that. One name we haven’t mentioned presently is Crazy Boy Tyrone Smith, who has been gaining quite the following of loyal fans in the past few months, despite ultimately losing to Mirage the last time the two met a few weeks ago. Jimmy Yates: Not to take anything away from Crazy Boy, because he did a good job inside the ring here tonight, but we would be remiss in our duties if we didn’t mention the return of Greyson Blade, this match marking his second time in the ring after coming back from injury, and he doesn’t appear to have too much rust. Alan Ducard: He’s a former World Champion, James, so I wouldn’t expect him to come back before he’s ready to perform at the level of competition he typically brings. Bryan Harris: Enough talk, let’s get to the action. Start : Footage from the Match When the footage opens, Gryffin Anselm has Steve O’Reily in a side headlock, really wrenching it in. Gryffin takes Steve down to one knee, but O’Reily wraps his near arm around Gryffin’s back, twisting his body and grabbing around to hook his hands around Gryffin’s waist, and as soon as he does that, Steve lifts Gryffin up off his feet and tosses him backwards, dropping him down onto his shoulder with a belly to back suplex. Alan Ducard: Nice display of power by Steve O’Reily. Jimmy Yates: Gryffin Anselm isn’t a small guy, either, which makes it that much more impressive. Bryan Harris: No doubt about it, both members of Domination are strong guys, but without Trent Logan they’d have no hope at all, being as dumb as they are. Alan Ducard: You’d better hope they don’t remember that comment after watching the footage of this match later. Bryan Harris: Oh I’m not worried, this match probably won’t end for another ten minutes or so, and the chances of them remembering something I said for that long? Slim to none. As Steve moves in to continue the offensive on Gryffin, he’s met with a forearm shot to the ribs which Anselm uses to buy himself enough time to get up to his feet. Taking O’Reily by the wrist, Gryffin sends his opponent into the ropes, then takes a few quick steps in, leaps up and connects with his elevated knee to O’Reily’s jaw, dropping him to the mat. Reaching backwards, Anselm tags in Eli Storm, who holds on to the top rope and propels himself over the top rope before flipping over and landing back first across the chest of O’Reily. Alan Ducard: Nice move from Eli Storm, but I could do without the cocky smirk he followed it up with. Bryan Harris: You call it cocky, I call it confident. Eli Storm is a lot more talented than his win / loss record would lead you to believe, and he wants to do everything he can to prove it. Before O’Reily can pull himself up off the mat, Eli crouches down and drives his knee into Steve’s ribs. A second knee continues to soften Steve up, and a third one causes him to stop fighting it and puts O’Reily on the defensive. Backing up, Eli Storm begins drilling Steve’s ribs with short, quick kicks. With all the strength he can muster, Steve O’Reily begins forcing himself up off the mat, but as he gets up to one knee, Eli Storm locks him into an abdominal stretch. Bryan Harris: Smart thinking by Eli, further targeting that rib area Jimmy Yates: If he can make it hard for Steve O’Reily to breathe, he won’t be able to utilize all that power he’s got, and that could be a really good strategy. After struggling to try to get out of the hold, Steve O’Reily gets his arm into position and then flips Eli over with something of a hiptoss, but Eli lands on his feet, albeit bent over backwards. Now free, Steve uses his outside arm to flip Storm up onto his shoulder, and then Steve pivots and whips Eli Storm around and plants him into the mat with a quick powerslam. Alan Ducard: And there is the power we were just talking about from Steve O’Reily. Jimmy Yates: After being slammed down to the mat, you can tell by the look on his face that Eli is surprised by the quick turn around, but he shouldn’t be. Steve O’Reily gets to his feet, measures Eli Storm up, raises his arm and then drops an elbow aimed for Eli’s sternum, but Storm is able to roll out of the way and get to his feet. As quickly as he can, Eli reaches out and tags in Jerry Starr. Alan Ducard: For the first time in six months, we’re getting to see a Canuckin’ Cowboy vs a member of Domination for the first time in six months Bryan Harris: You gotta like the style you’re gettin’ from these guys. They may not regularly be a team or even friends, but they’re controlling this match by tagging in and out. Jimmy Yates: Steve O’Reily’s been in there for a little while now, but I’m sure he’ll tag out before too long to bring in a fresher guy. Hopping over the top rope, Jerry Starr starts measuring up Steve O’Reily before his feet even hit the ground. The two men circle for a moment, and then it looks as though they’re going to meet in the center of the ring, but as O’Reily reaches in to go for the tie-up, but at the last moment Jerry Starr ducks out of the way, steps in and hits a knee to the midsection. As soon as Steve turns around, Jerry Starr kicks him in the midsection and doubles him over. Stepping in and turning around, Jerry reaches over his shoulder, grabs Steve by the head and whips him over with a snapmare. With Steve seated on the mat, Jerry Starr jumps up, hesitates, and drills Steve in the upper portion of his back with a dropkick. Bryan Harris: What a sweet move that was, with perfect timing from a guy who has tons of potential to be a top guy someday on any roster in this business. Alan Ducard: Well here comes his tag team partner Allen Franks to get a closer look at this match from ringside. Jimmy Yates: That’s a good decision on his part, since he’s going to be getting into the ring against four of these guys at ELEVATED TENSIONS with the World Tag Team Titles up for grabs. Moving in behind Steve O’Reily, Jerry Starr puts the Domination member into a sleeperhold from behind as O’Reily gets up off the mat. Struggling to not stay in the hold too long, Steve moves his head around, trying to not let Jerry get a good grip, and as soon as he realizes where he is, Steve pivots and then charges straight backwards, slamming Jerry back first into the corner turnbuckle. Reaching over mere inches, Steve makes the tag in to his tag team partner Ben Murdock. Alan Ducard: Finally Steve O’Reily makes the tag, and he chose the person he’s most comfortable with, his tag team partner Ben Murdock. Jimmy Yates: These two guys work well together, and they very well could be taking home the World Tag Team Championships at Elevated Tensions. Bryan Harris: There’s three guys across the ring and one more backstage who are going to have something to say about that, so I don’t think Domination’s chances of bringing home gold are as good as Trent Logan wants people to believe they are. Jimmy Yates: I wonder if Ron Bailey’s going to try to get in on the action. Pulling Jerry out of the corner and lifting him up off his feet, Ben slams Starr down onto his knee with a backbreaker, then in a fluid motion takes step backwards and throws the Canuckin’ Cowboy halfway across the ring into one of the neutral corners with a fallaway slam. Knowing he’s got the size advantage and is the much fresher of the two, Ben moves in between Starr and his corner but lets Jerry get to his feet. As soon as he gets up, Murdock moves in but Jerry takes a quick step forward and surprises Ben with a right hand, rocking him backwards a step. Quick to retaliate, Ben sends a harder right hand that sends Jerry down to the mat. Not wasting any time, Jerry gets right back up and goes for another right hand, but Ben blocks it and sends a right hand of his own that takes Starr back a few steps. Stepping in, Murdock tries to follow it up with another right hand, but this time it’s Jerry Starr who gets the block, and instead of going for a right hand, Jerry hits a high flipping dropkick that puts Murdock on the mat. Alan Ducard: Amazing athleticism from Jerry Starr, and that’s the break in action he needed! Bryan Harris: Damn right it is, and now he makes the tag in to one half of the tag team champions, James Win, so now we’re gonna see what The All Star can do against RAGE. By the time James Win gets into the ring, Ben Murdock is back up on his feet. James charges in and goes for a dropkick, but Murdock moves out of the way at the last second and James falls down onto his back. After stomping down onto James a couple times, Ben reaches down, grabs him by the wrist and lifts him up to his feet and then irish whipping him into the ropes. On the return Murdock goes for a back body drop and Win walks right into it, not realizing what he’s in for until the last second… Bryan Harris: Murdock goes for back body drop, but The All Star lands on his feet!! Alan Ducard: And Murdock doesn’t realize it… Bryan Harris: I think he’s about to! Turning around as quickly as possible, James Win hops up off his feet and connects with an enzuigiri to the side of Murdock’s head that drops him to the mat. Not wasting any time, Win immediately begins stomping down all over RAGE. Trying to cover up, Murdock gets his arms in front of him, begins to deflect the kicks and fights his way back up. Once Ben is back on his feet, James steps back and quickly considers his options before throwing a right hand in. Murdock blocks it, grabs James by the wrist and pulls him in and drops him with a short clothesline. Alan Ducard: RAGE Ben Murdock nearly taking James Win’s head off with that short armed clothesline! Bryan Harris: Let me tell you something about The All Star… He might have a reputation as a guy who talks a lot, but he’s a fighter, and he’s gonna get right back into this. Jimmy Yates: Not if Murdock doesn’t let him! As soon as James gets up to his feet, Murdock grabs him around the waist, lifts him up as if he’s going to go for an inverted atomic drop, but then he backs up a few feet and falls backwards, dropping Win’s neck across the top rope. Alan Ducard: Picture perfect stun gun by Murdock, and as if that short armed clothesline wasn’t enough to do some serious damage on James’ neck, that stun gun will probably add to the bruising which may not wait until tomorrow to appear. Bryan Harris: Now will you look at that over ther? Crazy Boy desperately wants to get tagged in, and he couldn’t make it more obvious if he tried. After getting tagged into the match, Crazy Boy immediately goes up to the top turnbuckle and then waits as James Win begins to stir, and then he begins to work his way up off the mat. When The All Star turns to look for his opponent, Crazy Boy leaps off the top turnbuckle and hits Win with a missile dropkick. Jimmy Yates: It’s the Crazy Drop! He hits it! Crazy Boy goes for the pinfall… One! Two! NO!! Bryan Harris: Close, but certainly no cigar! Alan Ducard: No complaints from Crazy Boy, he’s keeping this thing going. Grabbing James Win by the head, Crazy Boy lifts his opponent up into a seated position, grabs his shoulder just to the side of his neck and locks in a nerve hold. Immediately Win starts wincing from the pain. Bryan Harris: I’ve never ever seen a man of Crazy Boy’s size put on a nerve hold before. Alan Ducard: Same here. Usually this is a move utilized by a much bigger man. Jimmy Yates: It looks like it’s effective, though. Reaching back, James Win gouges his thumb into Crazy Boy’s eye, which gets him to let go of the nerve hold. Diving forwards, The All Star gets up to his knees and tags in Eli Storm. Hopping over the top rope, Eli Storm runs in and drills Crazy Boy with a forearm shot to the face that drops him to the mat. Immediately Eli Storm drops to his knees and starts driving fists into the side of Crazy Boy’s face. Fighting back, Crazy Boy throws Eli Storm aside, giving him enough room to fight his way up off the mat. Eli runs in to continue the attack, but Crazy Boy drops his shoulder and takes a couple steps forwards, ducking under another forearm attempt from Storm. Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy putting Eli Storm up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position… Jimmy Yates: And now he starts spinning! Airplane Spin! Is he going to do it… Yes! Crazy Airlines – Destination Samoa. Bryan Harris: I can’t believe he actually has a name for that crazy Samoan Drop… it’s not even like the airplane spin ads anything to the move. Alan Ducard: Actually I believe it causes the blood to rush to the person’s head, which gives them an inebriated feeling. When Crazy Boy gets up off the mat, it’s obvious he is too dizzy to continue in on the attack, so he stumbles to the side, trying to head for his corner. Before he can make the tag, he falls flat on his face, too dizzy to stand. This gets a decent ovation from the fans, some of whom laugh, almost all of them clapping. Shaking some of the cobwebs, Eli Storm forces his way up off the mat, and he sees Crazy Boy about to make the tag, so he dives forwards and drops an elbow into the middle of Crazy Boy’s back… but it’s not in time! Jimmy Yates: Greyson Blade gets the tag from Crazy Boy!! Bryan Harris: And don’t you think Eli Storm knows that? Look at him, backing up a few steps… mark my words, he’s ready for The Outlaw! Slowly, methodically, Greyson Blade gets into the ring and stares down Eli Storm. Trying to get an edge, Eli runs in and tries to get on the offensive, but Greyson steps in and drills him with a hard right hand, knocking him back a step. Not wasting the opportunity, The Outlaw lifts Eli up off the mat, takes a few quick steps over and drills his back into the top turnbuckle. Hooking Eli’s feet underneath the top turnbuckle bar, Greyson puts him into the tree of woe position and then backs up halfway across the ring. Jimmy Yates: This doesn’t look good for Eli Storm. Alan Ducard: Since his return, we’ve been witness to an angrier, more violent Greyson Blade, and this move right here could be another example of that mean streak. With his shoulder slightly lowered, Greyson Blade charges into the corner, but right before The Outlaw gets there, Eli Storm uses his abdominal and leg muscles to pull him up to a position where he’s seated on the top rope, and Greyson stops short, keeping himself from hitting the corner post. Grabbing Eli around the waist, it begins to look like Blade is going to hit a suplex of some sort, but before that can happen, Storm unhooks his legs, puts them on the top rope and pushes backwards, sending Greyson down to the mat. Eli rolls off of him and gets to his feet, then reaches over and tags in Gryffin Anselm before Greyson even gets to his feet. Alan Ducard: Well it’s clear crystal that Greyson Blade doesn’t know what’s going on right now, he doesn’t realize a tag was made, and that explains why he just locked back up with Eli Storm. Bryan Harris: I’m sure Eli Storm knew that was going to be the case, he knew he could create an opportunity for his team by making the tag when Greyson wasn’t looking… Great strategy by Eli... and BAM, there we go! Drilling The Outlaw from behind with a double axhandle smash, Gryffin makes the most of being the legal man. Pulling Blade off of Eli, Anselm takes The Outlaw by the wrist and irish whips him into the neutral corner. Anselm then turns to Eli and says something, and then Gryffin takes Eli by the wrist and irish whips him into the corner where Blade is, and at the last moment Eli jumps up off the mat and lifts his knee, driving it into Greyson’s chest. As soon as Eli’s feet touch the mat, he pivots to the side and steps out of the way as Gryffin comes charging in with a forearm shot that keeps Blade in the corner. Ducking his head, Anselm begins driving his shoulder into the ribs of The Outlaw. Jimmy Yates: Finally the referee is stepping in and getting some control, and he’s forcing Eli to leave the ring to take this back to a one on one. Bryan Harris: And I’m sure at this point, Gryffin Anselm has no problem with that. There’s a lot of history between he and The Outlaw, and I bet Gryffin wants to let him know that Greyson’s run with the World Title doesn’t mean a damn thing. Alan Ducard: I’m sure Anselm is pleased with how things are going because I’m afraid the damage is done. Grabbing Greyson around the torso, Gryffin takes a couple steps backwards and then throws Blade up and over his head with a belly-to-belly release suplex. Backing up a few steps into the ropes, Gryffin gets a little momentum and then heads right towards Blade, dropping an elbow aimed at Greyson’s ribs… but The Outlaw rolls aside and Gryffin falls to the mat. As both men race to be the first to get to their feet, Greyson has the slight advantage, but before he can capitalize on it, Gryffin drills him in the gut with his right hand. Taking Blade by the wrist, Gryffin sends his opponent into the ropes. Bryan Harris: Gryffin with the irish whip… he goes for the clothesline… Jimmy Yates: NO! Greyson Blade ducks underneath it and keeps running… on the return now… BOTH men go for a clothesline and they both end up on the mat! Alan Ducard: These fans clearly have a favorite as they clap on, trying to urge Greyson Blade to get up off the mat, and right now it looks as though it could go either way, with both men struggling a tad after they both got hit with clotheslines. Both men appear to be getting up off the mat at about the same time, but Greyson Blade is closer to his corner. Planting one foot underneath him, that’s all he needs to reach out and dive towards his corner to tag in Steve O’Reily, despite Gryffin’s attempt to grab him by the ankle. Jimmy Yates: Now we’ll have a fight on our hands!! Bryan Harris: You sound like you’re actually in this match, Yates, but clearly you’re not! Spotting O’Reily getting into the ring, Gryffin gets up to his feet, backs up a few feet and tags in his partner, James Win. Though slightly reluctantly, James Win gets into the ring and starts looking to try to find a way to attack Steve O’Reily, who has a big smile on his face as he measures up The All Star. Tired of waiting, O’Reily moves in and goes to lock up with James Win, who struggles as much as he can to get out of the collar and elbow lock. When James squirms out of the tie-up, Steve hits him with a forearm shot to the face, then takes him by the wrist and irish whips him into the ropes. On the return, however, James Win drops low and hits a dropkick to the shin of O’Reily, dropping him down to one knee. Alan Ducard: Win with the momentary opportunity, looking to make something happen… Oh, would you look at that! James Win with a hard slap to the side of Steve’s face, and I certainly wouldn’t have done that! Jimmy Yates: Terrible decision by The All Star. Bryan Harris: The All Star knows what he’s doing. You might not think it’s a good idea to smack a guy like Steve O’Reily in the face, but maybe James wants to take O’Reily off his game! Turning towards his corner, James Win says something to Jerry Starr, who then gets into the ring and walks over to where Win and O’Reily are. Both James and Jerry grab Steve O’Reily by the head, lifting him up to his feet. Lifting him up into the air, the hold him there for a second before dropping straight down with a brainbuster. Getting up to their feet, both Starr and Win begin stomping down on the Domination member. Jimmy Yates: The referee really needs to put a stop to this double teaming! Bryan Harris: At this point, it’s not even going to matter. With O’Reily down on his back at the feet of James Win, Jerry Starr says something to The All Star and then turns and runs into the ropes. Win turns to watch Starr to see what he has in mind, expecting him to hit a move on their fallen opponent. On the rebound, however, Jerry Starr leaps off the mat and drills James Win with a dropkick right to the face, knocking him clean down onto the mat like deadweight. Instead of getting to his feet, Starr rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. Alan Ducard: Gryffin none too happy about what Jerry Starr just did, and now he drops to the outside to chase after the Canuckin’ Cowboys who are headed up the ramp! Jimmy Yates: O’Reily rolls over… he’s going for the cover on Win!!! One… TWO…!! THREE!! Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners by pinfall... the team of Steve O'Reily... Ben Murdock... Greyson Blade... and Crrrazy Boy!!! Jimmy Yates: With that, Domination gets the extra momentum headed into Elevated Tensions, not only picking up the win here tonight, but getting a pinfall over one of the World Tag Team Champions in the process! Bryan Harris: Yeah, but he only did that because of the help from Jerry Starr, so don't start saying that they did it cleanly, because obviously it wasn't! Alan Ducard: Let's not forget that the Canuckin' Cowboys will be part of that championship match at the pay per view, so we could actually see the Cowboys play a role in Domination defeating the Diabolik in their match at Elevated Tensions. Jimmy Yates: And we could also see the Cowboys pick up the victory and take the championship belts home for themselves. Bryan Harris: I guess either of those two things could happen, but my money is going to be on the Diabolik once again retaining their belts and extending their championship reign. Backstage
We're walking with T.Rex and Arch Angel. Both men are in their "trophy case" clothes. Black tuxedos, white gloves. Though the clothing isn't "right". A few buttons undone on each man's shirt bow ties untied. They look like a member of the Rat Pack at about three in the morning, sumbling out of the Sands. T.Rex: Dude, I'm hungry. Arch Angel: Tough, brotha. You know the deal. This is game time. We got a Pay Per View coming up. Plus we gotta show the powers that be, that we're serious. T.Rex: I still want to know why we don't just ASK Loco. He might be cool with it? Arch Angel stops, and turns to T.Rex. Arch Angel: Man. Think of all the crap on that guy's mind right now. First the Dominion match, then Ray. NOW, Crash and Moreno. Lets just see what progress Avery's made. We've given him a couple weeks. He should at least have scheduled us a meeting with Rob, or SOMETHING. T.Rex: Lil' dipsh-t better have. If not? T.Rex cracks his knuckles menacingly and the two share an evil chuckle. They start walking and as they turn the corner they see the object of their bullying... Avery. He looks up and immediately turns acting like he's going the other way... In a rush. The boys of Anarchy also pick up the pace. T.Rex: Yo *over dramatically slurring in a very Rocky II way* - Av-er-y!!! Avery keeps walking. Which serves to infuriate the two men chasing. Arch Angel: AVERY! Stop, little man. I know you can hear us. T.Rex: You can't hide. YOU AIN'T gonna get away from us dat easy, BOY! Avery makes a sharp left and walks through a door. T.Rex slaps Arch Angel on the back. T.Rex: Dare I say it? Arch Angel sighs and smirks. Arch Angel: Go ahead... T.Rex: Its CLOBBERIN' time! The two get to the door, and T.Rex reaches and violently throws the door open. T.Rex: C'mon out you little snivelling piece... of... T.Rex and Arch Angel's heads drop, both men wincing in embarrassment. We pull back to see none other than Mark Perletta standing there, arms crossed. Behind him sitting on a chair is Smith Cartwright working on some paper work, and sitting next to him with a sly grin, Avery. Mark Perletta: Can I help you boys? *sizes the disheveled look of the two up* - Perhaps tie your bowties? T.Rex: Nah- that's okay, dude. Just trying to catch up with our pal Avery over there. Arch Angel: Yeah, we wanted to talk a little business wit the lil guy. Mark Perletta: Allow me to offer my ear. I have a decent background in business dealings. T.Rex: Nah. Nah. Not like dat, Mr. Cartwright. Just some personal stuff. Smith turns to Avery. Smith Cartwright: From what I've been hearing is you two have been hounding this young man. An employee of THIS company, that YOU two are NOT a part of, to help you become roster members? Perhaps get you a tag match? T.Rex nods, Arch Angel shakes his head "no". Angel then slaps Rex in the back of the head. Arch Angel: Idiot! T.Rex: What? Maybe they can help us! Arch Angel: Listen fellas. We're sorry about all this. Barging and and all. Umm... can you do one thing for us? Mark Perletta: Depends on what it is. Arch Angel: Can we just keep this little "meeting" of ours between US? See Loco's got a lot on his mind, so uhhh.... you know he probably doesn't need to worry about that. Mark turns to defer to Smith who looks up from some paperwork. Smith Cartwright: I will consider this, under one condition. You cease and desist bullying Avery... as well as ALL Legacy employees. If you manage to do this. THIS meeting will stay between all parties involved. T.Rex: And if we don't? If we rattle the lil pipsqueak's cage next Strife? Smith Smirks. Smith Cartwright: Well, I guess I'll have to tell "dad", then. T.Rex and Arch Angel smirk and shake their heads and head out frustrated. We follow them down the hall. T.Rex: Man, if we were in better shape we would've caught that punkass! Arch Angel: Well, how about we start by laying off the Crispy Kremes? The two continue bickering as we cut away. Elsewhere Backstage
The camera fades to the back where Stephen Rawlings is walking through the hallways with a scary focused look on his face. Soon he comes to a dressing room with a door that says Devastation, and he begins to pound on it. Stephen Rawlings: Devastation.... Devastation! Come on out here. I need to talk to you! He pounds on the door some more and finally Devastation cracks the door open and sticks his head out. Stephen Rawlings: Listen... Before you say a single word... I just wanted you to know that there is nothing to worry about at the PPV. Everything is right on schedule and should play out exactly the way it is supposed to. Me embarrassing you in the ring! It's gonna be an awesome match! Devastation rolls his eyes, turns away from Stephen Rawlings, and slams the door back in his face. Stephen takes a step back with a shocked look on his face. He hesitates for a second and then begins to pound on the door again. Stephen Rawlings: Hey, come on dude… I wasn't done. I had this long list of moves I was gonna put you in, that way you’re prepared and don't give up too quickly. I do want it to be a good match after all! I- Devastation throws the door all the way open this time and steps right in Stephen Rawlings' face then glares at him menacingly. Devastation: The next time you knock on my door you'll be leaving this arena in a body bag. Now get the hell away from me and leave me alone. He slams the door and Stephen is left speechless. He then looks into the camera. Stephen Rawlings: Fine, he wants to be a bad sport. There are two ways of making a match awesome. My way, and the hard way. If Devestation wants the hard way… I'll give it to him. Rawlings shrugs. Stephen Rawlings: I'll make him bleed if I have to… It will be the best technical match in the history of wrestling, and when everything is said and done, EVERYONE and I mean EVERYONE….Even babies growing inside their mother's wombs will be in awe, and scream in excitement of how perfect I really am! No Technicalities about THAT boys in girls! A smile forms on Stephen's face. Stephen Rawlings: See you in the ring Dev. He turns away from the camera and walks away. Recap Position
The camera goes back to the recap position where we see the three members of our announce team. Alan Ducard: Now and again it is our job to report news that we don't like giving. Fortunately for us at this point, it's not an injury or a firing or anything of that nature. Jimmy Yates: After his loss to Kevin Oppenheimer back at STRIFE 28, Dan Stein has decided to leave the roster and return to his gym so he can start training people once again. Bryan Harris: If the guy wants to do that, then good riddance. Dan Stein could've been somebody here. He could've been a World Champion someday, possibly even the first Grand Slam champion, but it's clear to me that the guy's lost his confidence, and if that's the case, then he's got no hope of gaining the kind of momentum he'd need to get to that point. Alan Ducard: A few wins is probably all it would take to turn his career around, but if he gets more fullfillment out of seeing his former students compete at a high level, then I believe there's not much which could convince him to continue on the roster. Jimmy Yates: I guess it's something he felt like he had to do, although
I'd think that he would've wanted to wait until he couldn't physically
cut it in the ring anymore, but what do I know? Main Event Match
Loco Martinez & Crash vs Ray Willmott & Justin Moreno Jimmy Yates: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for us to bring you footage from the Strife Main Event, and what a main event it was. Alan Ducard: From a purely wrestling stand point you had four athletes in the business today teaming up for a good old fashioned tag team wrestling match, and I have to say the way the teams split up reminded me a bit of The Rockers taking on The Hart Foundation from almost twenty years ago. Bryan Harris: I’ll agree with the compliments to Crash and Loco Martinez, I mean how can you say anything bad about a guy like Crash, or for that matter the LEGACY Champion Loco Martinez, who I might add might just be the best LEGACY Champion we’ve ever had. However, any compliments directed to that upstart Ray Wilmott and that psycho Justin Moreno are entirely misguided. Jimmy Yates: Justin Moreno has really started to come into his own here in LEGACY and Ray Wilmott has been exactly as his name implies “red hot”. So yes it is fair to give them credit where credit is due. Bryan Harris: Ha, if Ray is still on this roll a few months from now we’ll talk, and Moreno? The guy decided to go angry drunk with a bottle on Crash. That’s entirely unprofessional. The guy is a loose cannon! Alan Ducard: Gentlemen, gentlemen, personal opinions aside we had a jolly good main event match at Strife and I’m sure the viewers at home would certainly love us to get to that action packed footage, so if you gents don’t mind we’re going to get to it right now. Start : Footage from the Match When the footage begins the first thing noticeable is just the noise of the crowd that has been captured by the performance before them, and in the center of the ring we see Loco Martinez with a grounded Justin Moreno. He has J-Mo trapped in a reverse chinlock, and the crowd is rallying behind Moreno, willing him to get back to his feet and fight. Loco cinches the hold on tighter, but with the crowd behind him Moreno will not be denied. He presses to his feet and fires off with some elbows to the gut, breaking free. Moreno hits the ropes and on the rebound he ducks the clothesline from The LEGACY Champion, and pulls up. He hits a boot to the gut, and goes for the standing headscissors, but Loco lifts and takes Moreno up and over. However, Moreno manages to grabs the legs as he hits the canvas, and he rolls Loco over into a pin! Alan Ducard: There’s a pinning predicament from a nice counter from Moreno! ONE TWO THR-NO! Kickout from the LEGACY Champion and both men are getting to their feet, and there’s a dropkick from Moreno, driving him in Moreno’s corner! Jimmy Yates: Make the tag Justin! Make the tag and bring Ray back into this match! Bryan Harris: Sure tag him in so we can watch The Champion show Ray why he simply isn’t in his main event league yet. Alan Ducard: Moreno making the tag here to Wilmott and he’s scaling the ropes! He’s got Loco now and gents he just connected with the diamond dust! Ray is hooking the leg. Jimmy Yates: This is going to be it! He’s going to upset the Champion! Hook him tight Ray! Bryan Harris: Come someone stop this! He can’t do this! That’s right Crash break up that pin! Crash had entered the ring and stomped down on Ray breaking up the pin, and what’s more, he ripped Ray off, dragging him back to the Crash/Loco corner. Alan Ducard: Great tag team work from Crash there gents. Not only did he break up the pin but he put Ray as far away from his own corner as possible. Ray is up and he goes after Crash with a flurry of punches, but Loco is up from behind and he wraps Ray and takes him up and over with the German suplex! Loco keep the waistlock on and hits a second German, and Crash steps into the ring and with Ray in the prone position, Crash drops the elbow on him across the neck before exiting quickly. Loco pulls Ray to his feet and sends him off with the Irish whip. On the rebound Loco drops him with a hard elbow to the jaw, before coming off the ropes himself to drop a knee on the forehead and roll to his feet. Again Loco pulls Ray to a vertical base, and he hooks the arm looking for a suplex, but Ray blocks, and takes Loco over with a snap suplex of his own. Wilmott times Loco’s attempt to stand and dropkicks the knee, taking Loco down. Alan Ducard: Ray is building some steam here, and the momentum is shifting. Wilmott off the ropes and there’s a shining wizard kick to the LEGACY Champion! Jimmy Yates: Ray Wilmott is the real deal. He’s a great technical wrestler and he’s gifted with amazing physical ability. That speed. That agility. Bryan Harris: Yes but that high impact style can get you burned Jimmy, and I guarantee you that it’s going to burn Ray here. Wilmott takes advantage of the shining wizard, and pulls Martinez up and delivers a wicked chop to the chest, followed by three more. He scoops Loco up and drops him on the knee with the inverted atomic drop and he takes a running start looking for The Ultimatum, but Loco steps up and superkicks the charging Red Hot. Alan Ducard: Not quite the Locapitator, but it did the job gents. Loco damn near took Ray’s head off with that move and here’s the pin from Loco! ONE TWO THR-NO! Justin Moreno breaks up the pin. Jimmy Yates: J-Mo was totally on the money there breaking up the pin, and this match will continue. I know J-Mo wants to get his chance to get his hands on Crash. Bryan Harris: He better be careful Jimmy. Crash told us last show that he would take care of the Moreno problem, and Crash is a man of his word. Jimmy Yates: Oh puh-lease like that man has any integrity. Don’t get me started about what happened with Dominion. Bryan Harris: Eh, Jake had that coming, but let’s get back to the match here as we watch Loco dragging Ray back to his corner and tagging in Crash, here comes the power baby. Alan Ducard: Crash is the “muscle” in this match, so let’s see how he’s going to use it. Ray is trapped in the corner and Crash goes to work with clubbing blows, driving fists and boots into Ray’s body, beating him down in the corner and choking him on the bottom turnbuckle with his boot. The crowd begins chanting for Ray which only gets a smug look from Crash as he delivers another kick to Wilmott’s sternum. Crash pulls the smaller man to his feet and proceeds to send him off with the Irish whip. On the return, Crash catches him and drives him down on to the knee with the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker which gets a massive groan from the crowd on the impact. Crash looks over to Moreno and taunts him as he stomps on Ray. Crash pulls Wilmott to his feet again and this time he sends him to the neutral corner with the hard Irish whip and follows it up with a gore into the buckles. After the impact he drives the shoulder in again and again. Alan Ducard: Ray didn’t have that head of steam to start with Crash on an equal footing and now Crash is just taking it to Red Hot Ray Wilmott. The power advantage is just too much for Ray right now. Jimmy Yates: Ray isn’t going to give up though Alan. This man has shown over the years an in multiple federation just what kind of guts and determination he has. Bryan Harris: Through the years in other federations? Come on Jimmy
this is LEGACY. This is wrestling’s elite right here, and has
he had to face a team with the talent of Loco and Crash before? I highly
doubt it Slim Jim. Alan Ducard: A pin attempt here from Crash! ONE TWO THRE-NO! Moreno is in and he breaks up the pin and Crash is LIVID! Crash heading now for the corner and he takes advantage of the referee getting Moreno out by blindsiding him with the clothesline! Jimmy Yates: I hate to admit it but Crash was in his right to attack with Moreno coming in the ring! Bryan Harris: Get him Crash! That miniature psycho needs his ass whupped! Make him wish he would have stabbed ya. Crash grinds his boot into Moreno’s face concentrating on just hurting J-Mo, but this leaves Ray unaccounted for, and Ray gets a running start, leaps up and plants his knees in Crash’s back and falls back, delivering an absolutely DEVASTATING lung blower that drives the wind right out of Crash, and both men are down. The fans are at the ready to rally for Ray. “Let’s Go Ray” begins to echo through the arena and Moreno is chomping at the bit to get inside the ring. Crash gasps for air but somehow manages to get to the ropes and us them to pull himself up. Leaning on the ropes he tries to get air and moving slowly to his corner. Ray gets to his corner … and Crash nearing his corner turns to see the tag made. J-Mo leaps over the top rope as the crowd comes unglued and he charges Crash as fast as he can. Alan Ducard: Here comes Moreno for Crash and … CRASH MAKES THE TAG AT THE LAST SECOND! Jimmy Yates: That coward! He ducked out on Moreno. Bryan Harris: HA! You think he’s a coward? He was luring Moreno to the corner! Crash bails from the ring leaving Loco to take on Moreno in good position, however, Loco looks back at Crash and mouths something to him. Bryan Harris: Come on Loco what are you doing? You had Moreno but you gave him this time arguing with Crash? Jimmy Yates: Loco doesn’t trust almost anyone in LEGACY. According to him the company is out to get him. Alan Ducard: I say poppycock, but apparently Crash had the chance to squash Moreno and didn’t take it and now Loco is suspicious and he’s NOW getting back inside the ring to continue the match as Crash gets back up in the corner. Loco now trading punches with Moreno, and J-Mo blocks a Loco right hand and delivers a second quick jab of his own and there’s a leap and wrap and he takes Loco over with a hurricanrana! Jimmy Yates: Moreno is really going all out here! He might have an issue with crash but you look to impress if you are going to be taking on the LEGACY Champion. Bryan Harris: You really think he’s going to take down Loco Martinez here? He might be on top now but just wait for it. One Locapitator later? BOOM. Moreno stays on Loco with a flurry of punches before sends Loco into the buckles. He charges in and leaps up planting the feet and flipping Loco out of the corner with the Monkey flip. Moreno then heads up the turnbuckles as Loco tries to stand up. Moreno leaps off the top, wraps the legs, and hits the hurricarana and flips Loco to the canvas. Moreno goes for the top rope again looking for the Extreme Measures, but Crash moves from his corner and rocks the top rope, sending Moreno down, crotched on the top rope which allows Loco to head for the buckles, and hook Moreno and take him up and over with the suplerplex! Loco goes for the pin attempt, but Ray hits the ring and stomps him off, and here comes Crash! Alan Ducard: This match has fallen apart! The referee needs to get some control here as Crash and Ray are brawling and Loco … DANGEROUS DDT ON MORENO! Martinez is over now with Crash going after Ray! Loco with a double axehandle on Wilmott from behind. Crash now with the Irish whip and over top goes Wilmott! Jimmy Yates: Damn, this looks bad for Moreno! Crash and Loco? Bryan Harris: See, greatness shows through Jimmy. These guys know how to win. Crash turns to help Loco with Martinez, and doesn’t realize that Ray skinned the cat and is still very much alive. Ray steps through the ropes back outside, leaps to the top rope, and springing off he dropkicks Crash in the back, sending him sprawling into Loco, tackling him down. Crash is up and he sees Ray getting up and he ROCKS Ray with a Clothesline from Hell. Crash turns back to Loco who’s eyes are wide and he SHOVES Crash. Explanations? No explanation would be good enough now. Crash tries, but he gets short armed and …. LOCAPITATOR! Bryan Harris: NO! Loco what are you doing, it was an accident! Jimmy Yates: There is no trust from The LEGACY Champion! He’s paranoid and his belt is and will never be safe! Alan Ducard: Everyone is down but The LEGACY Champion and Loco motions that its time to end this match. J-Mo struggles to his feet and walks right into Loco’s clutches. There’s the short-arm and … NO! Just as Loco is about to drop the hammer, Moreno twists rolls The LEGACY Champion up with the small package pin! Alan Ducard: SMALL PACKAGE PIN! ONE Jimmy Yates: HOLD ON JUSTIN! TWO Bryan Harris: NO! LOCO KICKOUT! THREE! Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Justin... Morrrreno!!! Jimmy Yates: The man who many people think is the dark horse going into the World Title Match at Elevated Tensions picks up the pinfall, and this gives Justin Moreno some HUGE momentum going into the pay per view. Alan Ducard: And it's some much needed momentum, too, because until this point we saw a lot of emotion in Justin Moreno as concerned Crash, but getting this win should serve as a reminder of the ultimate prize he's fighting for the next time he steps into the ring. Bryan Harris: That's all well and good, but I have to say it, I hate seeing this kid celebrate. He has no purpose being involved with the World Title, and now he's got a bunch of people thinking he might actually be the guy to dethrone Loco Martinez, and if that happens, I'll be physically ill. As he stands up on the second turnbuckle, Justin Moreno pumps his fists towards the crowd, and then he points towards Crash, who is halfway up the ramp, standing there with his hands on his waist, absolutely livid that Moreno won the match. So focussed on the man he hates the most in this company, Justin doesn't even notice when James Win and Gryffin Anselm hop the guardrail and slide into the ring. Running over, Gryffin grabs Justin around the waist and rips him off the turnbuckle, driving his back down into the mat. As soon as Justin is down, Crash runs down the ramp and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Jimmy Yates: Damn it, this was all a set up! Bryan Harris: And isn't it a beautiful thing?! All three Diabolik members stomp down onto Justin Moreno, with Crash laying in with the most force as Moreno tries to cover up. The fans all over the arena are booing the assault, but suddenly Ray Willmott comes back through the curtain and runs down to the ring, getting a loud pop from the fans. As soon as he slides into the ring, Willmott is met by James Win and Gryffin Anselm, and he isn't able to get to his feet before the kicks begin coming. Just before the cheering can turn to boos, however, we get another pop from the fans as they see Jake Dominion run out from the back. Alan Ducard: Here comes the cavalry!! As Dominion slides into the ring, Gryffin Anselm stops stomping on Ray Willmott and begins to trade punches with Jake. Suddenly Diego de Cardenas appears from the curtain and he comes down the ramp and slides into the ring, immediately attacking Jake Dominion from behind. Bryan Harris: And here comes the reinforcements!! Jimmy Yates: And the number game is about to get more even! The crowd gives off a huge pop as Steve O'Reily and Ben Murdock come rushing out from the back, followed by Trent Logan, and they're headed to the ring. Not far behind them are the Canuckin' Cowboys, followed very closely by Cronos Diamante, all of them headed for the ring. Bryan Harris: I don't know how many more guys are going to be running out of that locker room, but the ring is getting pretty full as it is! Alan Ducard: Well here come the LEGACY officials, and I would imagine that once they hit the ring, no one else is going to be headed out, because this means that the front office doesn't want to see this scrum continue at all, and they're likely informing people that it's in their best interest to remain backstage. With LEGACY Officials in the ring trying to break up the madness, Loco Martinez walks out from backstage with John Thomas at his side, looking down at the ring. Both men have a smirk on their face. Above them on the LEGACY Vision Jumbotron we see Crash being held back as the officials huddle over Justin Moreno, who is clearly the worst for the wear after never recovering from the initial attack at the hands of the Diabolik. |
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