2 . 12 . 2008
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"Believe" We open to deserted streets. No traffic. No Pedestrians. It’s surreal. Suddenly a lone child on a black razor scooter whips by us at a frantic 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" In a different part of town, the city streets are empty. A rumble is heard in the background, and a Harley Davidson motorcycle suddenly zooms past the camera. Following him through the city streets, he stops his bike in front of a bar. Leaving him to park his ride, the camera zooms in through the window where we see the LEGACY logo on a television, and the patrons of the bar with their eyes focused on the broadcast. Bar Patrons: “WE - ARE” Crowd: “LE-GA-SEE” FLASH to a shot of X-Calibur walking down subway steps. FLASH - Cronos Diamante entering a car his No Limits Title on his shoulder FLASH - El Chupacabra standing on the edge of a building, looking over the city streets, the 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 John Iley 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” Chris Turner brutalizing Ezekiel Caine... morphs into Damien Black standing tall over a beaten and bloodied Turner. "There's a smell of stale fear that's reeking from our skins. A shot of a smirking Derek Shane with his bodyguard Shadow standing behind him with Jimmy Smith at their feet. " We sit and grow our roots through the floor In the ring Stephen Rawlings awaits an opponent. Focused. Determined. "What are we waiting for?" Devastation walks down the isle towards the ring. 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 Alex Harmston. Greg Allocca kicking someone in the head. Gryffin Anselm dropping an opponent with the Devastator. X-Calibur dropping an opponent with the X-Terminator. " 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" Cronos with the No Limits. "So give me something to believe" A shot of the rest of the Legacy roster, center of the ring in an empty arena... Hungry. "Something's always coming you can hear it in the ground Diego standing on the top rope jumps, and morphs into Justin Moreno flipping, morphs into Greg Alloca, morphs into Crazy Boy spinning around with his Airplane Spin. "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 Kevin Oppenheimer walking through the halls without a care in the world then becomes Ron Bailey counting a wad of cash with a smirk on his face, then the Canuckin’ Cowboy trio talking over strategy while Calgary Carl gets excited about something. " So give me something to believe A bloodied Loco Martinez struggles to his feet. Becomes the two members of Domination standing atop the entrance ramp with fire in their eyes, Trent Logan standing in front of them with a confident visage. " And I need something more" X-Calibur standing, confidently, with the Tao of Valor wrapped around his waist. " To keep on breathing for" El Chupacabra hoisting their tag titles for the world to see. " So give me something to believe" Cronos Diamante patting the faceplate of the No Limits championship belt which sits on his shoulder. “ I am hiding from some beast Isaac hoisting an opponent and dropping him across his knee with his gut buster, Greyson Blade taking someone out with his KILLSHOT. " 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 get a shot of Rocky Stellar standing atop the entrance ramp, and then we explode into the chorus: " Oh...." " So give me something to believe Moreno beating the hell out of Marcus Marion. The Canuckin' Cowboys executing a double-team maneuver in the ring. Ron Bailey locks someone into a strong submission. Mirage kicks someone in the head. James Win springs off the top rope with his Asai Moonsault. Crazy Boy flies through the air with his Missile Dropkick. 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, Cronos driving himself with the No Limits belt on his shoulder. El Chupacabra getting to the arena on an empty bus, hopping off with their titles in hand and Hannah Perez leading the way. 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. Amends
The lights drop out and the soft angelic harp music begins as a gold
spot hits the entrance ramp as the Legacy World Title is rolled out
inside of Loco Martinez's trophy case by the tuxedo clad members of
Anarchy: T.Rex and Arch Angel. After they are set up to the side of
the entrance, the harp music fades away and we hear a mildly mixed reaction
from the crowd, but still a good 65-70% boos. There’s an unmistakable sarcastic tone in Jimmy’s voice.
As the crowd boos, Loco chuckles and waits, but there is no sign of
Stellar. After a few moments, Loco continues. Without any music or fanfare of any kind, John Thomas steps out through the curtain with a microphone in hand and an expression on his face which is equal parts confusion and disgust. As he steps out onto the entrance stage, John Thomas is joined by his second-best friend in the world, Ron Bailey. Silently standing on the stage for a moment, John looks dumbfounded, not quite sure how to continue. Deciding to speak from the heart, he begins. John Thomas: Loc’, you're not REALLY going to shake his hand, are you? John slowly starts walking down to the ring, with Ron following at an equally slow pace behind him. John Thomas: Was your match at STRIFE 31 good? Yeah, possibly the greatest victory of your career… but not because of the wrestling ability exhibited between the bells, because we all saw that Gramps, there, can’t wrestle. The crowded arena, which had quieted down to hear what John had to say, begins booing again, though they quiet down a bit as John continues, wanting to hear what he has to say. John Thomas: That match? It was great because of its HISTORIC significance. You finally stepped out of his shadow, something you should’ve done a long time ago… something you WOULD HAVE DONE a LONG time ago but you never got the chance to do! And the best part? Having approached the bottom of the ramp, John stops, and then begins walking up the steel steps, getting up onto the apron. John Thomas: To paraphrase a man who was born a year or two after Ole Jake, there, the great Frank Sinatra, you won that match, and you did it YOUR way. John grins as he steps up onto the apron, whereas Ron Bailey remains at ringside. John Thomas: Personally I would’ve liked to see you wrap a chair around his head and kill any notion of him trying to wrestle ever again, but I guess doing him the favor of giving him one more great match is one more favor than he deserved, so a second one would’ve been way above and beyond the call of duty. Me? I would’ve put him on his ass in the first minute and a half and tried to find a late showing of Rambo 4, because that comeback story probably had a more satisfying ending… Stellar: Oh my God...Shut the hell up!! Stellar motions at Loco as he continues. Stellar: ...with an idiot like you walking around
running your mouth. Rocky motions slightly in Loco’s direction as he continues. Stellar: …the world heavyweight champion...pinned
my shoulders to the mat for a three count. But, at the same time, I
lost to the best wrestler on this planet...and you sniveling bottom
feeder, I have no problem with that. I gave it my all...and it wasn't
good enough. And, best yet, he can walk out here with his head held
high because he didn't LET YOU hit me with that chair...he pinned me
clean. So...good job Loco, and I have no problem shaking your hand in
about 45 seconds... But, first, because the thought was there from your
buddy here to dent the ICON'S skull with steel for a second time - it
reminded me that I owe him an ass kicking from the first dent he made.
SO...I'm gonna kick his ass, then come over and shake your hand... John Thomas: You know what, Loc? You’re right. You deserve better than that, and if HE can’t be the bigger man? I will. You want to shake his hand in acknowledgement of your long-term friendship? Who am I to stop you from doing that? Having said his piece, John puts his hands up again and then takes a couple steps back. The crowd roars as Loco mouths “Thank you” and turns and looks at Stellar the two stare as the crowd roars. Loco extends his right hand and Stellar takes it and the two shake hands much to the delight of the crowd. As the two men shake, Ron Bailey slides a steel chair into the ring under the bottom rope, which is discreetly picked up by John Thomas. During a show of solidarity where Rocky Stellar once again raises Loco Martinez’s hand to acknowledge Loco’s victory from the SuperCard, John Thomas raises the chair over his head, takes a huge swing… WHAM!!!!! Stellar hits the mat like a ton of bricks!! Crowd: BOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! Jimmy Yates: What the hell did John Thomas just do?! Alan Ducard: I guess he’s not happy with this whole situation after all! As Loco Martinez drops to the mat to check on his now unconscious former tag team partner, John Thomas glares down at the fallen legend as he exits the ring, rejoining Ron Bailey on the outside. Bryan Harris: And why the hell should he be happy with Loco Martinez turning his back on him?! Alan Ducard: I don’t think Loco Martinez is turning his back on John Thomas… that’s not what this was about at all. Bryan Harris: Don’t be naïve, Ducard. Loco Martinez knows that John Thomas and Rocky Stellar can’t stand each other, and by showing respect to Rocky Stellar by shaking his hand like that, Loco Martinez basically just slaps John Thomas in the face! Jimmy Yates: I think that’s a little absurd… Bryan Harris: Tell you what, Jim-boy, you get yourself some friends and then you can start understanding how these sort of things work, alright? As John Thomas and Ron Bailey walk backwards up the ramp, Loco Martinez looks through the ropes with a look of confusion mixed with disappointment, obviously not happy about how John reacted. The only look on John’s face is one of disdain. Alan Ducard: That’s the second time John Thomas has attacked Rocky Stellar from behind while Loco Martinez was in the ring, and the last time it happened Rocky Stellar wasn’t able to seek revenge right away due to the injury he sustained due to that attack. I’m willing to bet that the chairshot we just saw isn’t going to be enough to keep Stellar away this time, and John Thomas is going to have to atone for what he has done, probably in the very near future. Devastation vs Allen
Franks
Alan Ducard: Our opening match of the night should be a fantastic one. Both of these men are great technical competitors, one trying to make his name in this organization, the other trying to regain his spot atop the LEGACY ladder. Bryan Harris: Yet again, Devastation steps into the ring with a competitor who is markedly smaller than himself, just because they’re both technically skilled? Yet again we get to see if a quick, aerial inclined competitor can take down the much stronger Devastation. Jimmy Yates: We got to hear a bit from Allen Franks earlier this week, and I’m not too sure that Allen Franks believed that he could win this match, but as it got started you could definitely tell that he was trying to overcome whatever his perceived short-comings were by putting in extra effort, and it worked well for him. Alan Ducard: That it did, because Allen Franks looked better against Devastation than he has in any of his previous singles matches here in LEGACY that I’ve seen. Bryan Harris: I guess I could agree with that, which was surprising to me to see, considering he’s been involved primarily in tag team wrestling for the past couple months. Jimmy Yates: Yeah, and he’s been excelling in tag team wrestling, and in that time he’s gotten to step into the ring with a lot of great competitors, not to mention the fact that he has a steady training partner now and a manager to help him progress. Bryan Harris: That may be true, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that tonight he stepped into the ring with a former World Champion. Could Allen Franks get a win over Devastation? Let’s find out. Start : Footage from the Match Having just been bodyslammed down onto the mat, Allen Franks rolls to the side to put some space between he and Devastation as he gets back to his feet. As Devastation moves in to try to lock up again, Allen drills him with a hard right hand, rocking him back a half-step. With the opening, Franks grabs Devastation by the wrist and goes for an irish whip, but Devastation reverses the attempt and sends Allen into the ropes. When the “Montreal Kid” rebounds back towards him, Devastation goes for a clothesline, but Allen ducks underneath it, wrapping his arm around Devastation’s shoulder in the process, leaping up onto Devastation’s back and wrapping his legs around Devastation’s other arm, pulling him back into a crucifix pinfall position. One... Two… KICKOUT!! Alan Ducard: Nice attempt there by the youngster from Montreal. Bryan Harris: Oh don’t give me that “nice attempt” crap… that Quebecer got a two count on a move that Devastation wasn’t expecting, it’s not like he was going to win the match with a crucifix. Jimmy Yates: You never know… The faster of the two, Allen Franks is the first competitor back on his feet, and he immediately runs into the ropes when he sees how quickly Devastation is getting to his feet. Timing it perfectly, Allen rebounds off the ropes just as Devastation is getting to his feet, and Franks takes advantage of the perfect opportunity and springs up off the mat and connects with a flying spinning back heel kick which takes Devastation back down to the mat. Alan Ducard: He’s really showing us something here tonight, already doing better than most might’ve expected! Bryan Harris: That’s true, there were bets in Vegas which involved the match being over by now, that’s for certain. Springing to his feet with a kip up, Franks moves in and grabs Devastation by the head to lift him up to his feet as well, but Devastation easily lifts Allen up off the mat and executes an inverted atomic drop. Not wasting any time, Devastation then drives his knee into the midsection of his opponent, then he takes the doubled-over Canuckin’ Cowboy and throws him over onto his back with a gut-wrench suplex. Jimmy Yates: Devastation makes it look so effortless! Alan Ducard: That’s the way a craftsman goes about his business, Jimmy. They make it look so easy to do, even when they are met with a decent challenge. Trying his best, Franks gets his legs underneath of him and tries to get back to a vertical base, and Devastation tries to keep on the offensive and he shoots in to go for a takedown. Using his amateur wrestling background, Franks spots the move coming and he rolls backwards to avoid it. Getting his feet underneath him, Allen doesn’t even stand up all the way before he dives foot first in his opponent’s direction, connecting with a dropkick to the shin of Devastation. Having created an opening, Allen moves in, grabs Devastation by the head and hoists him up off the mat with a vertical suplex. Bryan Harris: Look at that, the kid’s actually going to continue to try to stay in this thing! Jimmy Yates: I’d say he’s trying to find a way to not only survive, he wants to win! Bryan Harris: I doubt even Allen thinks he’s going to win this thing. Quickly moving to the closest turnbuckle behind Devastation, Allen positions himself with his back to the crowd and hops up onto the second rope. As Devastation tries to get up to his feet, Allen Franks springs forward, grabs his opponent by the head and takes him down to the mat with a bulldog. Alan Ducard: Devastation on the mat yet again, let’s see if Franks can capitalize… Jimmy Yates: He’s on the outside apron… now he’s going to the top rope! Bryan Harris: I predict this ending badly for Allen. Positioned upon the top turnbuckle, Allen Franks waits for Devastation to return to his feet, the entire arena waiting to see what Allen’s going to do. Once Devastation gets back to a vertical base and turns around, Allen Franks dives off the top turnbuckle… and CONNECTS with a Missile Dropkick! Jimmy Yates: Great move by Allen Franks, and he’s got the momentum! Bryan Harris: I’m telling you, Jim-boy, it’s not going to last! See! Devastation is already working his way up off the mat! Alan Ducard: Allen Franks sees it, and he’s looking to capitalize! Turning around, Franks runs into the ropes to get added momentum, and on the return he leaps up into the air and goes for a layout dropkick, but at the last moment Devastation pivots to the side and shoves Allen downward with his arm, slamming Franks hard onto the mat. Following it up, Devastation spins around into position and then drops an elbow which connects in the dead center of Allen’s chest. Bryan Harris: See?! What’d I tell you?! It didn’t last! Returning to his feet, Devastation reaches down and tries to lift Allen up off the mat, but Franks reaches up and grabs Devastation around the head and rolls him up into a small package, much to the excitement of the fans. One… Two… THR- NO!! Alan Ducard: He kicks out of the small package, and I thought Allen Franks had the match won with that roll-up, the second or third quick pinfall attempt by The Montreal Kid in this match! Jimmy Yates: He’s definitely using that as a strategy, having listened to what Calgary Carl said to him earlier this week. Bryan Harris: Wait, you were actually paying attention to what they were saying during that recorded promo?! How can you take those guys seriously?! Trying to not let the match get away from him, Allen Franks gets to his feet at about the same time Devastation does, and using his speed to his advantage, Allen connects with a kick to the hip of Devastation, then immediately goes for a second one. Devastation lets the second one connect, but after he absorbs the impact, he reaches underneath Allen’s leg with one arm and around the neck with the other, capturing Frank’s head and leg, then throws Allen backwards with a capture suplex. Alan Ducard: Beautifully executed suplex by Devastation… Bryan Harris: This thing is OVER! Alan Ducard: I believe you might be right. Lifting Franks up off the mat, Devastation hoists his opponent up over his shoulder, letting Allen slide a little ways down his back before he hops backwards and falls to the mat, driving Franks’ head into the mat with the Decapitator. Rolling over, Devastation hooks the leg and goes for the pinfall. One… Two… Three. Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match as a result of a pinfall… DEVASTATION! Jimmy Yates: Devastation gets the win, but that match was a lot closer than a lot of people thought it was going to be. Bryan Harris: I bet Franks even surprised himself! As the referee finishes raising Devastation's hand in victory, Devastation walks over and reaches down, helping Allen Franks back to his feet. Once The Montreal Kid is standing, Devastation pats him on the shoulder as if to say "job well done", and then Devastation heads out of the ring on his own. Delivery (earlier tonight)
Sweat drips down off the chiseled frame of "The Angel of Violence" Greg Allocca as we see him upside down against a wall doing vertical presses in preparation of his match later this evening. He is wearing his trademark cut-off olive-colored cargo pants, and black leather boots. He grunts in pain as he counts off the last few reps of another set. As he begins to right himself, there's a knock on the dressing room door. Greg quickly gathers himself and goes to see who it is. Greg - "Can I help you?" As the door opens we see a hot looking delivery girl standing with a white paper bag in her hands. Her workshirt has a low-cut V-neck to it that displays ample cleavage. Greg's eyes roam straight to her breasts, as he brings his hands up to his head and begins shaking it violently. Greg - "NO! NO! NO! She is innocent. Jerry Starr is our victim tonight." The delivery girl gets one of this "This guy's f*cking nuts" looks on her face. Delivery Girl - "I've got an order here for Mr. Greg Allocca." Greg - "I didn't order any food." Delivery Girl - "No? Well, I've got a delivery for Mr. Greg Allocca. What am I supposed to do with it? Greg - "I don't know. You must've got the name wrong or something." Delivery Girl - "That's a shame. This freshly made baked ziti and chicken parmigiano is gonna go to waste." Greg - "Did you say chicken parmigiano?" Delivery Girl - "And baked ziti." The delivery girl gives a little smile that says "You know you want some." Greg - "Give it here. How much is it?" Delivery Girl - "It's already been paid for. But you can tip me as much as you'd like." The delivery girl holds out her hand in anticipation. Greg reaches into his pocket and hands the girl a couple of singles. He takes the food and quickly tears it open completely bypassing the aluminum plate of baked ziti, and going straight for the large chunk of chicken parmigiano. He takes a big bite, dripping tomato sauce down onto his chin. Greg - "Tastes a little funny. But not half bad." Changing of the Guard
The first match of the night is in the books, and as the fans await the next match, they’re greeted by something they weren’t expecting until later in the evening. Santana’s “Oye Como Va” begins to play over the speakers, and immediately the booing starts pouring in way before either of the two Tag Team Champions of the World step through the curtain. In fact, the negativity begins raining in a couple moments prior to Hannah Perez appearing, and it only intensifies as Hector Rodriguez and Diego de Cardenas step out onto the entrance stage. Jimmy Yates: I knew it was only a matter of time before these guys decided to brag about what they did. I guess I was just hoping they’d want to wait until STRIFE 33, and maybe they’d lose the belts tonight and we’d never have to hear any of this… Bryan Harris: You shouldn’t put your hopes and dreams into something that can’t ever happen, Jimmy. Not only are you about to have to listen to their bragging about what they did to Domination, but you’re going to have to hear this at Strife 33, too. Mocking the fans all their way down the ramp, Hector and Diego proudly walk towards the ring, Diego with a World Tag Team Championship belt around his waist, Hector carrying his over his shoulder. At the bottom of the ramp, Hannah walks up the steel steps up onto the apron, followed by Diego a couple feet behind. Sitting onto the middle rope to hold it down, Hannah allows Diego to enter the ring through the opening she has created, and then she swings her legs provocatively over the middle rope to follow her man. Not using the steel steps, Hector simply hops up onto the apron, then uses the top rope to propel himself up and over the top rope into the ring. As Hannah procures a couple microphones, she hands one to Hector, keeping the other for herself. Alan Ducard: The music is fading, now, and the World Tag Team Champions have something to say. Hannah Perez: It is now time to hear from the two men who saved an entire division from ruin, one of them doing it for the SECOND time… they are the Tag Team Champions OF the World… El… Chupa…cabrrrrrrra!!! The booing rolls in from all corners of the arena, but Hannah Perez doesn’t care about the reaction. Turning around, she hands her microphone to Diego de Cardenas, then the two share a long, slow, wet kiss which seems to pull in an even bigger reaction, especially from the male fans in attendance. Bryan Harris: Listen to all that jealousy… Once they’re done embracing, Diego steps forward. Diego de Cardeñas - De NADA!!! You’re WELCOME!! The booing intensifies, but Diego yells over it. Diego de Cardeñas - We knew this is how you all would act even before we walked out here, so boo all you want, you’re just wasting your breath! We know that deep down you KNOW that we’re what’s best for this tag team division, not DOMINATION, and in time… you’ll come to LOVE US! Hector snickers and then steps forwards. Hector Rodriguez: You boo us… why? Because we are open about the fact that we don’t give a DAMN about MOST of you? Because we had the guts to do what needed to be done to ensure that those two cavemen didn’t hold these belts hostage?! Because we made sure that the SINGLE. GREATEST. TAG TEAM DIVISION in the WORLD TODAY had a RESPECTABLE team at the helm?! Listening to the booing reaction without an ounce of surprise, Hector just simply shakes his head. Hector Rodriguez: Ingrates. The booing intensifies a little bit more. Hector Rodriguez: You don’t even know what’s good for you. You don’t even know what you need. You’re like children. Mi ninos, sooner or later you will be all grown up, and you’ll understand that what we did for you? It was for the best. The booing doesn’t quiet down at all, and so Diego takes over again. Diego de Cardeñas - Do you really think that this booing is accomplishing anything?! What, do you think that Domination is going to come charging out here like wild bulls in Pamplona and try to gore us?! The booing turns to cheering, and Diego and Hector both start laughing. Diego de Cardeñas - WRONG!!! They’re not even HERE tonight! HA! How about THAT?! How do you like THAT?! They don’t give a CRAP about ANY of you! If they did, they’d be here, BUT THEY’RE NOT!! The booing kicks back in again. Diego de Cardeñas - The champs are here, though. We’re here for you. And although you may not like us now… give it time. Give it time… Hector Rodriguez: And remember to do yourselves a favor… save your breath, because our reign started at the SuperCard… it continues with a win here tonight against Kevin Oppenheimer and Katsuro Yoshida… and it’s going to continue for a long… long… time. Diego de Cardeñas - When this train stops for Strife 33, we’re going to be right back out here with these same championship belts around our waists, and week after week, month after month, as you continue to see our “all-over” tanned bodies walk down that ramp and come into this ring and tell you that we’re what’s best for this division… Sooner or later, one by one, you’re all going to begin to believe in the legend… del Chupacabra… As their theme kicks in again, the booing starts back up. No longer having any need for it, Hector takes his microphone and throws it way out into the stands. Diego looks like he’s going to follow suit, but he just simply flips it over and lets it fall to the mat before following Hannah and Hector out of the ring in a similar fashion to how they entered. Bryan Harris: BINGO!! EXACTLY what I said! EXACTLY! Jimmy Yates: You know what they say about great minds thinking alike? It works the other way too. Mostafa Bashir vs Lucien
Gray
Alan Ducard: After a good technical wrestling match to start the evening off, we switch gears now as we get to our second match of the night which pits two of the bulkier, brutish competitors on the roster against one another. Jimmy Yates: The match between Mostafa Bashir and Lucien Gray was anything but technical, but then again, I don’t think anyone was expecting that it might be. Bryan Harris: True, but guys like Mostafa Bashir and Lucien Gray don’t have to be good at technical wrestling, they just have to know how to hurt people. And while neither Lucien nor Mostafa have won too many matches in LEGACY, they’re both dangerous guys, and with that in mind, I was interested to see how this would turn out, even more so than a couple matches on tonight’s card, including the first match of the night. Alan Ducard: Not everyone was looking forward to watching this match, however, and I can understand that. That said, these two men are competitors on the LEGACY roster who want their shot at proving themselves and make their mark. Bryan Harris: Well neither one of them had any momentum going into this match, so I’d say it was a fairly even opportunity for both of them. Who was more ready to pull off a victory? Let’s find out. Start : Footage from the Match Lucien Gray turns the tide on the irish whip attempt by Mostafa Bashir, whipping Bashir hard into the turnbuckle. Bashir comes out, tries to take Lucien's head off with a clothesline, but Lucien ducks it and takes Mostafa Bashir down with a belly-to-belly suplex. Lucien climbs atop his opponent in the mount position and fires off with right hands to the face of Mostafa Bashir. Bashir does his best to cover up, but fortunately the referee steps in and stops Lucien Gray's blatant closed fist shots. Alan Ducard: This isn't the Ultimate Fighting Championship or some other mixed martial arts organization, the referee can't allow that for long. Lucien Gray seems a little frustrated at having to give up his advantage, but he waists no time. He pulls Mostafa back up to his feet and shoves him back into the corner. Gray unloads with a left to the ribs, than a right to the ribs. Somewhere in Mostafa's mind, something clicks and Mostafa desperately fires off with a headbutt. This stuns Lucien only momentarily. Mostafa fires off another headbutt, than another. Lucien seemingly cannot take much of the headbutt's and staggers back to the center of the ring. Mostafa hoists his larger opponent up and slams him down hard with a thunderous bodyslam! Jimmy Yates: Its looking like there is still life left in Mostafa Bashir. Bryan Harris: Of course there is. The match isn't over yet. Before anything else can be said, Bashir is coming off the ropes. He falls straight down to the mat, nailing a headbutt across the shoulder blade of Lucien Gray. Jimmy Yates: I'm thinking ol' Mostafa is softening up Mr. Gray for one of those submission finishers of his. Bryan Harris: Your father calls you son because your so bright, right Jimmy? Jimmy Yates: Oh why don't you go to hell?!? Alan Ducard: Alright guys. We've got action in the ring. As the announce team turns their focus back on the mat, Mostafa Bashir is standing Lucien Gray back up. Mostafa kicks out the back of Lucien's knees so that Lucien is standing on his knees. Sensing that Bashir might be going for his dragon sleeper, Lucien dives forward into the ropes and pulls himself from the ring. Before he can get any rest, Mostafa Bashir is right behind him. Playing possum, Lucien desperately knee's Bashir in the stomach, than throws him into the ringpost. Most men would've went down, but Bashir with a skull like a steel bumper tries shaking it off. Lucien Gray rolls his opponent back into the ring and follows right after him. Gray stomps away on Mostafa with a few hard Garvin stomps, hitting Mostafa's face, shoulder and chest as accurate as he can. Lucien pulls Mostafa to his feet and nails a hard short arm clothesline. Alan Ducard: Not only did you see sweat fly off the chest of Mostafa Bashir, but you felt that clothesline. Jimmy Yates: These two monsters are throwing everything at one another. Eventually one is going to collapse. Alan Ducard: Yeah. Like two great fighters exchanging blows. Lucien pulls Mostafa back to his feet and takes him down with another short arm clothesline. Bryan Harris: I don't like how this is going. Lucien Gray still isn't letting go of Mostafa Bashir's wrist just yet. Gray pulls Mostafa to his feet once more and quickly steps into a stand headscissors. He locks his hands around the waist of Mostafa Bashir and lifts with all his might, blood rushing to his face. The crowds pops for the tremendous showing off strength by Lucien Gray. Gray slams Mostafa Bashir down on his neck and lets out a loud grunt from the power bomb. He collapses to the mat himself. Jimmy Yates: Lucien better summon whatever energy he can and trying to make the pin here. Bashir is still not moving. Alan Ducard: I think Lucien is going to make it though. He's starting to move. And that Lucien is. Lucien struggles to pull himself over, crawling towards Mostafa Bashir. The referee is anticipating a pinfall, getting almost gitty to make the count. Bryan Harris: I hate to piss on your parade guys, but Mostafa Bashir isn't exactly a light heavyweight. Mr. Gray might've hurt himself from the power bomb. Lucien straightens Mostafa Bashir out and puts an arm over him for the pin. 1... 2... KICKOUT! Mostafa Bashir raises a shoulder. Barely. Alan Ducard: The cover by Lucien Gray wasn't all that good, so Mostafa got a shoulder up. Bryan Harris: If Lucien Gray would've hooked the leg, he'd of won, but he didn't, now did he? Jimmy Yates: No. He didn't. After what seems like an eternity, both men have risen to their feet. Lucien Gray was up first, than Mostafa Bashir. As Mostafa turns around, he's nailed with a running lariat across the chest. This knocks Mostafa back only a step. Lucien comes charging off the ropes again and hits another hard Axe Bomber-styled lariat and the same result. Lucien is livid now. He's got one more idea. He comes charging off the ropes. Mostafa looks as he's almost got his barrings, until he's met with a jumping boot to the jaw that takes him down hard. Lucien somehow manages to fall and land an arm across the chest of Mostafa Bashir. The referee dives into position. 1... 2... 3.... Bryan Harris: Oh my... He did it... Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Lucien... GRAY!! Alan Ducard: Now that was a brutal, brutal match. Jimmy Yates: A very stiff match. Lucien Gray is your victor though. Bryan Harris: Not by much. He took a beating too. Remember that. Alan Ducard: We'll remember that. Who doesn't in wrestling matches though? Bryan Harris: Me. Jimmy Yates: Oh bullsh*t, Harris! The Fallout
Sitting behind his desk in a makeshift office for tonight’s event, Landon Savage looks through various papers and notebooks strewn about the surface in front of him. Something seems to be bothering him. A little extra sweat on his forehead, his armpits are already showing the effects as well, as are his slightly jerky movements. A knock at the door freezes him, and as he looks over, the camera follows his gaze. A heavy-set, completely bald man enters the room, his demeanor the polar opposite of Landon. He’s calm, care-free, and other than the fact that he walks with the aid of a cane, he’s loving life. If you’re friends with him, it means you’ve probably done business with him for a while, in which case you probably refer to him as Big Lou. Those who aren’t close with him certainly leave off the adjective, referring to him simply as “Lou”. Big Lou: I was told that I should come speak with you. Landon continues to look flustered. Landon Savage: Really? Regarding…? Big Lou: The Number One Contender Tournament thing that Crash is in the process of winning. The confusion is gone from Landon’s facial features, but the “fluster” doesn’t go away. Landon Savage: Ah yes, the tournament. Big Lou: Now I’m assuming you’re going to tell me one of two things. Either it’s going to continue at STRIFE 33 where we’re going to see the finals between Crash and Jake Dominion… or Jake Dominion is so badly injured that he can’t compete and Crash is being named the winner by forfeit. The look on Landon’s face changes a bit, and now you can really see that he’s worried about the news he’s about to deliver. Landon Savage: Well actually… the front office went in a third direction. Lou looks back at Giovanni, one of his bodyguards, then looks back at Landon. Big Lou: I didn’t realize there was a third direction… not one that would be fair and equitable to all involved. Reaching up, Landon loosens his collar a bit. Landon Savage: I tend to agree with that assessment, but unfortunately I’m just a representative voice for the front office and my opinion doesn’t count for anything. Now you’ve known me for a while, Lou, and you know that I appreciate how you do business, especially concerning matters involving the wrestling business, and if it were up to me… Tired of Landon beating around the bush, Lou calmly interrupts. Big Lou: But it’s not up to you, I understand that. Enough of all this run-around already, what are you trying to tell me, Lando? Pausing for another moment, Landon decides to just lay it out for the “businessman” standing on the other side of his desk. Landon Savage: They decided to cancel the tournament. Lou slightly raises one of his eyebrows. Big Lou: Cancel? Landon Savage: Jake Dominion’s ankle is too injured for him to compete, probably until at least after the pay per view. The front office thought it was a little too convenient that he was injured at the hands of the Diabolik, so they didn’t want to reward Crash if this was some kind of elaborate plan to make him the Number One Contender without having to compete in the finals against Dominion. Processing the information, Lou responds with a question. Big Lou: So what’s going to happen with the World Title match at the pay per view? Having anticipated that might be the next question, Landon nods. Landon Savage: Well with X-Calibur winning the fourth of those tokens… Big Lou: You’re all assuming that he’s going to cash them in for a shot against Loco Martinez. Landon Savage: Well, yeah, what possible reason could he have for doing anything different than that? Lou thinks about it for a second, then turns and heads for the door, responding as he leaves. Big Lou: Oh I can think of a couple reasons… Without sticking around any longer, Big Lou and Giovanni head out of Landon Savage’s office, and Landon looks relieved to see them leave. Iceman Cometh
BOOM! BOOM! BANG! BANG! BANG! Various shades of blue pyro blast around the entrance ramp. Just as the really loud shock of the pyro go out, "This Is The New Sh*t" by Marylin Mason kicks in. "Everything has been said before As all the smoke clears, there stands Adam Davis, the man most know as "The Iceman." A smug look flashes on his face as his music continues to blare over the speakers. "Babble babble bitch bitch Davis slowly starts walking to the ring to a mixed reaction. Mostly cheers fr his actions last week, a few jeers from those who don't know him, but a decent size group of those die-hards who actually know who the hell he is. Once in the ring, Adam Davis pulls a mic out of his back pocket and smiles to the crowd. Davis: Well, it seems Adam Davis has finally reached the big time! He smooths his Affliction t-shirt to several cheers from crowd for supporting the company. Davis: Over all my time in my career, I have been all over the world, but when Outlaw Pro decided to close down its doors, I knew that there was going to be a chance for The Iceman to finally step out of the internet-based companies or all the others, and land right into the very place that could help me take my career to the next level...Finally creating my legacy IN Legacy if you will. A sly smirk comes from the corner of his mouth as he paces, making his points and soaking up the large crowd. Davis: So that answers the why I am here, but what about how? Well, this is where I assure each and every single person in this building, that means from X-Calibur or Blade in the back, to the popcorn vendors all the way to little Brady Jones in the nosebleeds that Adam Davis is here to succeed and make my time here something worth remembering. He stomps his pacing and leans over the top rope and look the closest camera right in the eye. Davis: I am not some fossil who makes his thousandth out-of-retirement appearance just so I can get easy attention and instant title opportunities. I am not here as one of those douchebag who run from company to company, peddling limited talent. You know who they are... They don't leave a company until the fans and roster realize just how lackluster and all of their bullsh*t really is. After a brief pause, he continues. Davis: Hell, I am not even here just to take shortcuts because I know some people in this business and want some free rides or shortcuts.. You see, Legacy, and by association, fans, those people, those f**king crooks make my stomach crawl. I am so sick of the pretenders, the phonies, and the posers who use all the politics and idiotic little games just to get them easy attention and pull. Its petty, its weak, and any single wrestling promotion doesn't deserve it, and even you, those paying your last few dollars to just sit out there should get better than that. The support swells some as Adam goes back to walking around. Somewhat of a caged tiger, its obvious he is trying to not say too much. Davis: I am here for one of the purest, logical reasons you can have. I want to be one of the best of all time. No sneak attacks, or bullsh*t. Call this a declaration of intent, because Legacy just signed a man pretty determined to cement his career as one of the all-time greats. Shout out to Derek Shane, you timid little poser. You aren't wrestling, and you are barely Hollywood. People like you are some cholesterol that is blocking this sport's arteries. You think trying to cripple Jimmy makes you look any less soft? I calling you out, little man. You are the perfect starting point for my path to greatness. Someone needs to shut that mouth of yours, why not it be The Iceman? As before the crowd cheers even a little louder, as Adam drops the mic, taking in his growing response. "This Is The New Sh*t" pumps back into the arena, with Davis shooting a wink to the cameras before making his way to the back. Jerry Starr vs Greg
Allocca
Alan Ducard: Our third match of the evening is up next, and it’s a stark contrast to our previous match which two of the more massive competitors in action. Jimmy Yates: To say that Mostafa Bashir and Lucien Gray are both the strong, silent type would be an understatement, so to move from that match to a match between Greg Allocca and Jerry Starr, it certainly gave you more of a glimpse into the variety of talent on the LEGACY roster. Bryan Harris: There’s nothing fast about Lucien Gray or Mostafa Bashir, and there’s nothing silent about Greg Allocca or Jerry Starr once either of them opens their mouth. I knew from the moment I heard the bookings that this match was going to stand out, and I wasn’t mistaken. Alan Ducard: Greg Allocca has been making serious strides up the card since he showed up in LEGACY, and in recent weeks he has seemed nearly unstoppable, partially due to his unstable mental faculties and his obsession with getting back at X-Calibur… but on this night, Mr. Allocca did not seem quite right. Jimmy Yates: You could say that again. During the match between he and Jerry Starr, something seemed a little… off. To be honest, it almost seemed like he was more focused and calculating in his approach… Bryan Harris: And that’s not necessarily a good thing for a guy like Greg Allocca. With a guy like Jerry Starr, you expect him to pick his spots and execute his moves with precision because that’s how he conducts himself inside that ring. Greg Allocca, on the other hand, has made a career off of living on the edge, living for the moment, acting on instinct, throwing caution to the wind… and that’s what has made him such a great competitor. He takes big risks, but with his kind of talent, those risks have paid off more often than not. Alan Ducard: Whatever the reason for this new approach, Jerry Starr performed much better than the critics expected him to… Bryan Harris: And to hell with the critics, Al. Jerry Starr might have made his LEGACY reputation on what he has done with Allen Franks in his corner during tag team competition, but you shouldn’t take anything away from his in-ring ability, because whether it’s the Canuckin’ Cowboys on the card or Jerry Starr in singles competition, the guy can flat-out wrestle. Jimmy Yates: In the interest of getting as much of the match televised as possible, let’s get right to the footage. Start : Footage from the Match Locked up in a collar-and-elbow grapple, Jerry Starr gets the advantage
and twists Greg around into a standing armbar. Before Jerry can follow
it up, however, The Angel of Violence pulls him in and sends a headbutt
right to the bridge of Jerry’s nose. Taking advantage of the situation,
Allocca grabs his opponent’s wrist and whips Starr off the far
ropes, and on the return he delivers a deep arm drag and holds onto
the arm wrenching it back, working the shoulder. Alan Ducard: And it certainly doesn’t seem to suit him, as submission wrestling is much more of something you might expect from Jerry Starr. Bryan Harris: Maybe he had some bad flounder… Josephina Colbert: Your winner of this match... JERRY STARR!!!!!!! "Elite" by the Deftones blasts through the arena as Starr
makes his way to the back. Jimmy Yates: Well that’s weird, now that the match is over, it’s almost like Greg Allocca is waking up. Bryan Harris: I don’t know what was wrong with the guy, but whatever it was, he should’ve figured things out before the match, because now he finds himself with a loss to Jerry Starr on his record… The Opportunity
The camera heads backstage tracking the movements of none other than The Outlaw Greyson Blade! Upon coming into view on camera a gigantic roar comes up from the Phoenix crowd as Greyson Blade is here tonight, even if he’s not participating in the in-ring festivities. The Outlaw, dressed in the official “Outlaw” t-shirt and jeans doesn’t walk long before his target is in his sites and he approaches. The Outlaw: Smith, you have a minute? Smith Cartwright who was giving some direction to one of the backstage runners turns from his business, and responds immediately to The Outlaw. Smith Cartwright: Yes Greyson, I do. What’s on your mind? The Outlaw: Well, I was wondering if I could talk to you about my current “match / feud” situation right now in LEGACY. You see, after winning that Opportunity Ladder match I really had my sights set on going after The No Limits Title. I mean anyone who’s familiar with my history knows that belt was made for a fighter such as me. Smith Cartwright: Exactly, and I know Rob, myself, and I have to think the fans are really looking forward to what you can do in that division and possibly with that title. The Outlaw gives a bit of a chuckle at the rather “positive” tone Smith is taking. The Outlaw: I’m sure they are man, but listen. I was rather surprised about actually getting a match with Eli Storm, and as I said in my promotional work last week, I didn’t really have much to gain out of that match and Storm had everything to gain, especially after the jerk off decided to be a nuisance and sell my sh*t, and then talk some trash on me and waste the time of the LEGACY fans with their bitching. So, after how last week went down and once again it took multiple individuals to take down yours truly, I thought we might want to consider a change in plans about where I was going to be heading. You see, I’m not going to sit here and waste my time bitching about what went down last week, but I would definitely be interested in getting another match with Eli Storm with Kanyon out of the picture and maybe get the chance to take away the title shot that he really didn’t earn. Also, I’m very much aware of the fact that Issac wants another shot to tear Diamante apart, and well since I have this unexpected sh*t with Eli Storm I wouldn’t be opposed to stomping another mudhole in Storm while Entragain and Cronos finish their business before I step in and stake my claim to the No Limits Title. Smith purses his lips and shakes his head and sighs. Smith Cartwright: You know that actually makes a lot of sense Greyson. A lot of sense, and if I really could make it happen and get Rob on board with it I would do it in a heartbeat. There’s just one problem. Your title shot from the Opportunity Ladder match has to go down at the next PPV, which isn’t too far in the future and I’m sure the rest of the front office is going to want to start building to those match ups. Since you need to cash in that title shot, it looks like Eli Storm will have to wait. The Outlaw is none too happy about what he’s just been told but for now he manages to keep his composure. The Outlaw: Alright Smith, let me get this straight. After Storm’s bullsh*t he gets away free and clear from the asskicking I owe him while I have to toss myself into the middle of Cronos and Entragian? Smith Cartwright: I guess that’s how you could look at it man, but the fact is it’s in the contract for the Opportunity Ladder Match, and there’s just so much potential for you in the No Limits Division. At least for right now you know who the better man was last week, and I know with the No Limits attitude guys like Cronos and Issac have you won’t have to deal with the antics of guys like Storm. For now just let it rest, and maybe someday we can work it so you get another crack at Storm. Greyson looks down at Smith and then nods, crossing his arms over his chest. Greyson: I guess a man has to do what a man has to do. Don’t think I’m going to forget about that Storm screwjob, Smith. That boy crossed me. Someday I’m going to get a little payback, but you are right about the No Limits Division. There’s a lot for me to do there, and I guess if I have to step into the middle of a war, so-be-it. Nothing’s ever come easy my way, so I wouldn’t expect it to change now. So next PPV mark it down, I’ll be bringing home the No Limits Title. With that Greyson nods to Smith and heads off down the hallway as the fans cheer for the prospect of Greyson Blade beginning his tour of duty in the No Limits Division. Crossing Paths
The scene is the hallway of the arena where we see Justin Moreno pacing down the hall-way, getting himself psyched up for his Tao Of Valor Title shot that night when we suddenly see Eli Storm walk right past him and lean his shoulder into Moreno rather rudely, startling Moreno. Justin Moreno: Dude, what's with all the anger? Stopping, Eli turns around and takes a few steps towards Moreno. Eli Storm: So I hear that you are the chump that has a shot at my title tonight. Justin looks a little shocked, but Eli continues. Eli Storm: That's right, my title. X is just renting it, and to be honest, his lease is about to be up. A smirk forms on Eli’s face. Eli Storm: Now I know what you are thinking…why would I be concerned with the Tao Of Valor Championship, seeing that I am a former World Champion? Listen, it's hard to explain to those who have yet to win a World Title… Moreno just stares at Eli as he keeps talking. Eli Storm: But that's talk for a later time. Listen, kid, I want you to go out there and give it your all... and I'll be watching. If you impress me…? And that’s a big “IF”… I may give you a shot at the title once I take it off of X at the PPV. Moreno tries to hide his surprise, whereas Eli looks as confident as ever. Eli Storm: Now normally I wouldn't give anyone a chance like that, but I see big things to come from you, kid. Maybe, just maybe, one day you too can be INCREDIBLE. Eli tries to stifle a laugh. Eli Storm: Well… probably not, but hey, you can always dream you know? Moreno just looks at Eli and shakes his head before beginning to speak. Justin Moreno: You know, bro, I don't have time for this crap tonight. Honestly, I don't care if you were champion once upon a time of SHOOT, STAB, STRANGLE, or whatever, because to be honest, I don't give a damn about what you've accomplished elsewhere. What matters now is what you do here. Justin crosses his arms across his chest as he continues. Justin Moreno: I’m not going to need YOU to give ME a title shot… in fact, at the pay per view I'll be the one giving YOU a title shot, seeing how I'm confident I'm gonna beat X-Cal tonight. Now Moreno is the one who’s smirking. Justin Moreno: So why don't you go back to riding Matt Kanyon's coat-tails to success, because after all, who better than Kanyon, right? Eli stands there with narrowed eyes as Moreno pats him on the shoulder rather forcefully. Justin Moreno: See you around, dude. Moreno walks off as Eli looks absolutely livid at him as the camera goes back to in-ring action. Issac Entragian vs
Percy Wright
Alan Ducard: Our next match ladies and gentlemen features the former No Limits Champion Issac Entragain taking on Percy Wright in a No Limits style match up. Bryan Harris: I know there is “hardcore lucha libre” which can favor some of the smaller wrestlers in a hardcore contest, but Percy Wright is anything but hardcore. He’s anti-hardcore, and someone I would describe more of a technical or submissions based fighter, and in this “No Limits” environment I just couldn’t see how Percy could pull off a victory. Jimmy Yates: You know it pains me to agree with you Bryan. The submission game could be a factor if he could weaken Issac enough to get him in a favorable position but that would be a tall order for the 180-pound technical wrestler. Alan Ducard: Not to mention gents that Issac has been showing an exceptionally foul temperament since losing the No Limits Title to Cronos Diamante, and I’m sure making a statement is high on his list of priorities besides getting back the No Limits Title. We’ll take you now to the highlights from the match up so that you fans can see just what kind of statement was made, and just who was listening to it. Start : Footage from the Match When the footage starts to roll we see Issac Entragain and Percy Wright inside the ring and Issac is pulling Percy to his feet by his arm only to pull him in for a wicked short-arm clothesline. Issac doesn’t let go of the arm, however, and pulls him up by the arm once more into a second, even more brutal clotheslining blow. He leaves Percy’s body on the canvas stomach first and then steps over his back. Issac reaches down and the former No Limits Champion grabs Percy by the mouth and uses one hand to pull his teeth and jaw upwards and the other hand to pull downwards. Alan Ducard: Issac with that exceptionally painful trademark hold which I don’t believe he’s named, but its damn sure effective. Bryan Harris: I’m not sure it needs a name other than manhandling Al. Issac is truly a monster and I think it’s a matter of time before he gets back his No Limits Title. Jimmy Yates: It might very well be Bryan, but don’t forget Cronos beat him once and he might do it again, and from what we heard earlier, The Outlaw has his sights on that belt as well. Bryan Harris: Devils and Outlaws are well and good, but just look at how dominant Issac was as champion and look how he’s taken apart Percy Wright in this contest. Wright struggles against the hold, and finally when he’s satisfied he’s done enough torturing, Entragain lets go of the hold. He stomps down with a boot to the back of Percy’s head, and then pulls him to his feet and sends him hard into the buckles. The impact rocks Wright’s body and sends him right back down to the canvas. Issac lumbers over to the fallen Percy Wright and scoops him up and drops him face first on the turnbuckles with a “Snake Eyes” drop, and then hits him with a big boot that knocks him over the top rope and down to the arena floor. Issac holds up his arms, taunting the crowd. Although Percy isn’t a fan favorite, Issac’s malicious arrogance is drawing jeers for this assault. Alan Ducard: This man is enjoying what he’s doing. Issac Entragain is enjoying inflicting all of this pain and injury on Percy Wright. Bryan Harris: Percy is now meeting head on some of the “filth” he hoped to remove from LEGACY and he’s finding out that it’s much easier said than done against a behemoth like Entragain. Jimmy Yates: That it is and unfortunately for Percy he’s outside the ring now, so who knows what Issac could use to his advantage now. Chairs, ring post, and ring steps are all at his disposal! Indeed it seems that Percy has gone from the frying pan and into the fire as the monster follows him outside the ring. Wright tries to use the ring apron to get to his feet, and he does, but only for Issac to toss him headlong into the steel steps with a resounding thud. Wright rolls on the arena floor in agony as the former No Limits Champion stalks towards him and pulls him up and rocks him with a punch that knocks Percy back onto the steel steps. In the seated position he’s prime for Issac to charge and deliver a big boot to his forehead and knock him back across the steel. Alan Ducard: This is playing out just as you gents suggested. The steel steps have already played a major role in Issac’s offense here outside the ring, and now it looks like he’s got something very, very bad planned for Mr. Wright. Jimmy Yates: He has Percy up over his shoulder and it looks like he wants to use those steel steps to be on the receiving end of Wright’s body. Bryan Harris: He’s just toying with Wright now Jimbo, just plain toying with him. Entragain holds Percy over his shoulder and motions to the crowd that Percy is about to get planted, when Percy begins to struggle and rakes the eyes, and slides down Issac’s back. Percy desperately delivers a series of kicks to Entragian’s knees, and finally with a dropkick to the side, the monster buckles and goes down on both knees against the steel steps. Percy hops up on the ring apron and then leaps off the apron and hits a dropkick to Issac’s back that slams him face first on the steps! The crowd doesn’t exactly “like” Percy, but for the moment they admire the fight that he still has in him. Alan Ducard: Young Percy is fighting back now with all he can, and I for one and glad to see some life in him! Jimmy Yates: Issac is a bit groggy Alan, and here comes Percy again as Issac tries to stand and there’s a bulldog off the apron from the much smaller Wright! Bryan Harris: He’s just delaying the inevitable Jimbo, all of this will be for naught, I assure you. Percy’s bulldog slams Issac face first into the floor, and realizing he finally has an advantage he struggles to get Issac off the floor and back inside the ring. This takes time, but along the way he hammers home a few blows here and there in an attempt to keep the big man stunned. Once back inside the ring, Percy moves in on Entragain and stomps the knee again, and then goes down and drops the elbow across the knee multiple times before attempting to wrap the leg up with the figure four leg lock! Alan Ducard: Percy Wright is looking for the figure four leg lock here and if he can get this hold on he just might be able to tap out the monster! Jimmy Yates: Right now that looks like his only hope and … ouch! Bryan Harris: What did I tell you guys? Delaying the inevitable! Issac just booted Percy back down to the canvas with that one leg and he’s getting to his feet. Percy is a dead man once he gets there! Percy charges in on Issac who is on one knee, but Issac reaches out and clasps him by the throat only to heave him up into the air by one hand allowing him to fight and dangle moment like a helpless rag doll before slamming him down with a monstrous chokeslam. Alan Ducard: I know Percy is only 180 pounds or so, but that was an awesome display of power from the former No Limits Champion. Jimmy Yates: That’s a reason he was No Limits Champion for such a length of time guys, as much as I don’t like the guy. Bryan Harris: He doesn’t care if you like him Jimbo. He only cares that you fear him. Right now, he’s looking to put that fear into anyone who would try and keep him from reclaiming the No Limits Title. Issac keeps his hand around Percy’s throat and picks him back off the canvas for a second chokeslam, ripping him from the canvas to his feet then up swinging in the air and back down. Issac then pulls Percy up and … Alan Ducard: There’s the The Disemboweler! Jimmy Yates: That fireman’s carry gutbuster is just deadly when delivered by a man of Issac’s size. Bryan Harris: Damn straight Jimbo, and Liz looks very, very pleased on the outside. Jimmy Yates: It’s funny she didn’t get involved earlier in the match when both men were on the outside. Bryan Harris: She didn’t need to do it. She knew Issac had this one in the bag and was just playing with him. Now the game is over and Issac is making the cover. Alan Ducard: One Two Three! The referee signals for the bell as Issac stands up and delivers a brutal kick to Percy’s face as a parting gift. Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match … Issac Entraaaaaaaagain! As Issac Entragian stands over Percy's limp body after getting the victory, he snarls, baring his cannibalistic teeth as he swings his head left and right to get some sweat out of his white mane of hair. When the ref tries to raise Issac's arm he rips it out of his grasp and makes a biting gesture towards him, snapping his head forward like an animal. The ref gasps and wisely makes his exit. Entragian turns around and makes some small gesture to Liz on the outside, little more than a nod. She smiles and snatches up a mic, then slides in under the bottom rope with her short plaid skirt riding up almost to her waist. The sadistic kitten hops to her feet and places the mic in her man's pale hand. Issac tightens his knuckles around the mic and begins to pace back and forth across the ring, pausing to push his ivory hair out of his face as he begins to speak in a cold and gravelly voice. Issac Entragian: It's rare for me to take up a mic out here...because I'm the type of man who believes actions speak much louder than words ever could. And as you can tell from the unfortunate remains of Percy Wright...that method usually works for me. However in this case I think it's time to vocalize my intentions just to make things PERFECTLY clear. The seven foot albino leans against one turnbuckle, tilting his head back to look up at the lights. His green eyes tell a story all by themselves, for they swim with untapped intensity. Issac Entragian: I am missing a very important piece of property. He slightly grits his teeth. Issac Entragian: Something I bled for. Something I lived for. The one thing in this piece of garbage world that I can honestly say I was proud to hold. That being the No Limits Championship. A title which was stolen from me by an undeserving hypocrite. Issac raises his upper lip in distaste as the crowd roars with disapproval. Issac Entragian: That's right. You people may not like it....but that's all your precious Cronos is when we boil right down to it. The truth hurts folks. I molded him into something substantial. I brought him up from a stagnant bog of SUCKAGE in hopes of reigniting a fire within his very being. How does he repay me? By taking from me like a thief in the night. He caught me off my game for one second. I won't make that mistake again. The intensity increases. Issac Entragian: NEVER. The intensity is dialed back a bit. Issac Entragian: I will obliterate every single man on this roster before I give up MY property. The big man pauses and takes in a deep breath, looking out at the crowd he thinks of as little more than a gathering of insects. Issac Entragian: My message is simple. All those front office fat cats know I deserve a rematch. Every maggot in that locker room knows I was robbed. They're just too scared to admit it because my very presence causes them to piss their tights. But most of all… you worthless PEOPLE sitting in the crowd know that I am the true No Limits CHAMP! I held that strap longer than any other man in LEGACY. Look no further than ME for your number one contender. Entragian returns to the center of the ring, his face lighting up with sick derangement. As the boos rain down apon him he seems to soak them in without even the slightest care. Issac Entragian: Now it's time for a reunion that'll wrench hearts far and wide. It's time that Entragian and his gold got back together. I will reclaim what is mine. This situation WILL be rectified. So get the hell out here Diamante...because you know as well as I....WE ARE NOT DONE... BOY! This last comes out in a near primal roar as Entragian snarls and snaps
out his forked tongue while grabbing onto the ropes and motioning for
Cronos to make himself known. There's a moment of silence save for the
noise of the crowd waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, the PA
system comes to life and the Phoenix crowd is on its feet, but Issac
on the other hand looks none too happy. You see, instead of Cronos Diamante,
there standing at the top of the rampway is The Outlaw Greyson Blade.
The crowd is roaring in approval as "Outlaw Torn" rocks the
arena and The Outlaw makes his way down to the ring, and dares step
through the ropes to address the former No Limits Champion. Blade stands
in front of the snarling Entragian who is not the least bit pleased
by The Outlaw's presence, especially when he sees that Blade has a mic
in his hand and has something to say. As the crowd chants "Blade"
repeatedly, Greyson looks out over the sea of humanity with a bit of
a knowing smile, and then turns back to Issac. He brings the mic to
his lips and fans die down a bit out of respect for The Outlaw. The crowd pops for the insult as The Outlaw continues and the anger
rises in Entragain. The crowd pops at the sound of The Outlaw possibly getting revenge. The Outlaw: However, I don't have the option to finish my business with him right now, just like you are going to have to wait to finish your issues with Cronos. You see at Elevated Tensions I beat seven other men to earn my shot at The No Limits Title, and if you were paying attention to what went down earlier tonight you'd know that I have my shot at this coming PPV event. That means I'm stepping into the ring in a No Limits Title match where I have my sights set on becoming the new No Limits Champion, which means for right now, you need to STEP OFF, big man, and stay the hell out of my business. The crowd roars as Blade tells Issac how it's going to be and steps up to the Albino Abomination, who stands over him, but Greyson just looks the big man right in the eye. Issac appears to be seething…yet as he leans in and raises his own mic to his lips a twisted smirk touches his mouth and his eyes light up like firecrackers. Issac: Well if it isn't the legendary Greyson Blade making a little pilgrimage out here to run his iconic mouth... Lemme point a little somethin out to you, slugger. I have a rematch clause which I have yet to invoke concerning the No Limits title...understand? What that means in a nutshell is that I will be the one getting a shot at that belt FIRST and FOREMOST. Entragian takes a step to the side and begins moving, almost pacing, obviously a lot of pent up aggravations, as he moves he doesn’t let his eyes stray from the veteran for one second, sizing him up as it were. He grinds his sharpened teeth together before continuing. Issac: The last thing you want to do is insert yourself into the business Diamante and I have yet to finish. It would be an extremely unwise career decision on your part Blade....So I'd advise that you STEP off, Outlaw... before I STEP on your face. Blade smirks at Issac and then looks at the crowd for a moment with
a raised eyebrow as if to say "can you believe this mofo"
but as quickly as that smirk quickly fades as he turns back to Entragain,
his gaze never leaving the giant's face putting the crowd and Liz out
of the picture. The Outlaw doesn't back down and in fact steps forward into Issac's "personal space" almost begging him to take a shot at him, looking for a reason to blow of some steam after Smith's news for him earlier in the evening and hammer home a little respect into the giant. Issac isn't happy about Blade's assertions either, and as both men step up the crowd noise rises in anticipation of the coming onslaught. The tension has built to a high and the "Blade" chant starts again when suddenly a professional sounding voice resounds over the Public Address system; a voice belonging to none other than Cronos Diamante. Cronos Diamante: That's quite enough. Cronos Diamante appears from behind the curtain adorned in “Honor Above All” combat gear while his manager Voodoo is dressed in a black suit and green undershirt with matching tie; skull cane to finish the ensemble. Cronos Diamante: I had a feeling this type of situation might come up. The Albino and The Outlaw both with valid claims for a match with me at the upcoming Pay-Per View. In truth… Issac, I could probably tell you to wait until after the Pay-Per View to take your rematch because Blade has a guaranteed shot at the Pay-Per View. Cronos pauses a moment and rubs his chin while the mixture of "Cronos" and "Blade" chants begin. Cronos Diamante: But you know what? I'm going to take both of you on in a three-way at the Pay-Per View. A chorus of cheers quickly follow the declaration of a three-way title match between Issac Entragian, Greyson Blade, and Cronos Diamante. Cronos holds his hand up to quite the crowd down and stares at the ring and right at Issac Entragian. Cronos Diamante: On the topic of you, Issac… I'm tired of you taking credit for something you had nothing to do with, because how I conduct myself doesn't have a damn thing to do with you. Furthermore, I'm sick of your whining about "your property" being stolen from you. I'm sick of you bitching about you not having "your property." I'm sick of you bitching about you saying I made off like a thief in the night with "your property." The last I checked… I won that match fair and square and you were pinned. So quit whining and be a man. And one more thing… if that whore of yours gets involved in our match, Voodoo here is going to knock the living sh*t out of her and drag her by the hair into the locker room area and cuff the bitch to a bathroom stall. Capiche'? Cronos turns his attention to Greyson Blade now and as he does the crowd pops even louder. Cronos Diamante: And Greyson… don't think I've forgotten what you gave me not too long ago. Cronos points to the scar that covers above his right eye, starting at the eyebrow, and ends just to the side where his nose begins. Cronos Diamante: I didn't forget that. Cronos pushes himself mere inches from Greyson's face, but the Outlaw doesn't budge. Cronos Diamante: Bring you're A game, Greyson. If you don't, I'll destroy you. Looking at Greyson for another moment, Cronos turns and looks at Issac. Cronos Diamante: I'll see you both at the Pay-Per View. Cronos drops his microphone at Greyson's feet and turns his back on him in order to show a great deal of disrespect toward the Outlaw. Voodoo follows closely behind after he gives the Outlaw a "Papa Shango" gesture. Save the Date
A camera is shooting some back stage stuff when a very irritated Rocky
Stellar walks into the frame of the camera holding a small icebag on
the back of his head. He stops, looks from side to side, then sneers
directly at the camera. Voice: Glad you haven’t forgotten how to count at your old age! Stellar turns to look and he spots John Thomas walk up. John Thomas: Did I hear you right, old man? Did you say you actually want to get in the ring with me? Haven’t you had enough? John lets out a quick laugh. John Thomas: You know, at some point it stops being funny when I embarrass you and just starts making you look pathetic and makes me look inhumane… but if you want another go with me, I’ll oblige you. Clearly I haven’t helped you realize that your time in this business should come to an end, so my work isn’t done… Putting his hands up between the two, Smith interjects. Smith Cartwright: You guys want to fight? Fine, we’ll make it happen at the pay per view, but I can’t let it happen any sooner than that. In fact, I don’t want you two to come within 50 feet of each other before the pay per view. Smith looks at both individuals to make sure they understand. John Thomas: If you want this guy to take up time at the pay per view, then that’s a poor decision on your part. Clearly the guy can’t get the job done in that ring… Stellar puts up a hand to cut John off. Rocky Stellar: I might be older than a lot of the guys on this roster, but I can “hang” with any one of them. John looks surprised and amused. John Thomas: Oh yeah? Then how about you prove it before we even match up at the pay per view? Stellar looks interested. Rocky Stellar: You got somebody in mind who would give me a good warm-up? John Thomas: Yeah, I do. Ron Bailey doesn’t have anything going on at STRIFE 33, how about you take him on? Rocky shrugs. Rocky Stellar: The guy who slid you that chair you waffled me with? Not only do I got no problem with that, I actually welcome the chance. That is… if he doesn’t mind that you’re getting him into a situation that’s over his head. John lets out another quick chuckle. John Thomas: Oh I’m sure you’ll find out that Ron Bailey is perfectly capable of putting you on the mat or making you tap out. Rocky shrugs. Rocky Stellar: I guess we’ll see, won’t we? John nods. John Thomas: I look forward to watching it. Before John can leave, Rocky speaks up, keeping him there. Rocky Stellar: And how about you? Do I get to pick your warm-up match? John shrugs. John Thomas: If the front office doesn’t have a problem with it, I’m fine with it. They both turn to Smith Cartwright who just shrugs his shoulders. Smith Cartwright: Go for it. Stellar looks back at John. Rocky Stellar: I seem to remember a tshirt you used to wear that talked about how durable you are. Think you could stand up to anybody on the roster? John Thomas: No doubt about it. Stellar grins. Rocky Stellar: Good, then how about at STRIFE 33 you take on Issac Entragian? I liked what he did when he held that No Limits Title, and I wouldn’t mind seeing what you’d do against a guy like that. John doesn’t look too thrilled about Stellar’s choice, but he tries not to show it, responding with a slight shrug and then a nod of the head. Rocky Stellar: Well then that’s settled, right Cartwright? Stellar and John both turn to the front office representative, who nods his head. Smith Cartwright: STRIFE 33 – Rocky Stellar vs Ron Bailey, and John Thomas vs Issac Entragian. Stellar gets a big toothy grin on his face. Rocky Stellar: Perfect. Well good luck with that, Johnny Boy, and if you don’t think you’re going to make it to our match at the pay per view, just let me know and I’ll try to make other plans. After letting out a little laugh, Stellar puts the ice pack back onto his head and turns and walks off. Derek Shane vs Jimmy
Smith
"Beverly Hills" by Weezer plays and Derek Shane makes his way to ringside followed by his bodyguard Shadow. Derek Shane steps between the second and third rope and walks over to the other side of the ring where Shadow has grabbed a mic and hands it to him. Derek Shane: I so love trilogies, and tonight will see the conclusion of the Smith/Shane trilogy. Now I'm sure you've been a part of some major motion picture series in your day Jimmy, movies like Banging Big Broads 14, Becky's Got Back 23, and Dr. Phil Latio 37, not that I've seen any of these movies, but I've been told that you've only in one movie for each series. Shane smirks and continues. Derek Shane: Not only has Derek Shane been the star of the horror franchise Forgotten Nightmares, I have been the back bone of some the biggest motion picture trilogies of all time. I was Storm Trooper # 6 damn it, it doesn't get much bigger than that. The crowd boos a little bit, with a couple random cheers from oddballs in attendance. Derek Shane: I was Swashbuckler # 4 in all three of the Pirates movies, and played 3 different characters in the Spiderman trilogy just to show my range of ability. He waits a moment for a show of respect from the crowd, but they don't give him anything positive. Derek Shane: Tonight Derek Shane will once again show his dominance in the ring, and just to make sure Pat Reynolds or some Rabid hick fan doesn't try to interfere Shadow will be keeping an eye on things from ringside. Now let's get on with this. Recap Position: Alan Ducard: This is Shane's first official match since his return and one has to wonder if he's still got what it takes to get the job done. Bryan Harris: Still got it? I'd say he has shown his abilities over the past few week's he's undefeated since his return going 3 and 0, including one of those matches being a handicap match. Jimmy Yates: Those weren't official matches and he did have some help from Shadow, but tonight could be Big Jimmy's big break. I was talking to him earlier this afternoon and he said he had something special in store for us and the fans at home. He is taking this match very seriously and if he could pick up a win here against the returning Shane it could set up big things for his future. Alan Ducard: The big question going into this match is the status of Big Jimmy's neck, Shane has done a lot of damage to that neck in the past few weeks, apparently Jimmy has been medically cleared to wrestle, but we know Shane is going to go right back to that neck and we don't know how much more damage it can take. Start : Footage from the Match Alan Ducard: Big Jimmy has been on fire early on in this match with some solid drop kicks and a few suplexes, he's giving it all he has out there. Jimmy Yates: Big Jimmy wants revenge and it looks like he is getting it. Bryan Harris: Shane is just toying with him, he's the master of playing possum, as a matter of fact he could probably play just about any animal. Big Jimmy sends Shane into the ropes and kicks him in the gut and nails a float over suplex. He then stands next to him gyrating his hips which gets cheers from the female fans in attendance. Jimmy goes to drop the elbow, but Shane rolls out of the way. Shane gets to his feet and grabs Jimmy and whips him towards the ropes and nails him with a dropkick. Jimmy stumbles back and Shane quickly grabs him and hits an impact DDT. Jimmy hits hard and rolls into the corner holding his neck. Alan Ducard: All it took was that one move from Shane and the tide has turned in this match, Big Jimmy has to be careful or he could lose more than this match. Derek Shane walks over and kicks Jimmy in the ribs then grabs the top rope and steps down on Jimmy's neck.Jimmy tries to fight him off, but isn't having much luck and the ref tells Shane to break the hold and starts issuing a five count. Jimmy Yates: That's blatant cheating, and uncalled for. Bryan Harris: Shane has until 5 so it's perfectly legal. Shane breaks at the count of four and drags Jimmy to his feet and lifts him into the air with a stalling brainbuster. Shane then lifts Jimmy up and drops him throat first over the top rope in a stun gun type maneuver. Jimmy falls back tot he mat holding his throat, and Shane steps on his throat again as the ref starts to count. Jimmy Yates: Derek Shanes actions are appalling, the no good cheater. As the ref is counting to five warning Shane to break the hold in an anct of desperation Jimmy reaches up and nails uppercut to Shane's groin causing him to stumble back into the corner, as Jimmy coughs and hold his throat. Bryan Harris: FOUL! That's a blatant low blow, disqualify that man. Jimmy Yates: Don't like it when the shoe is on the other foot do you? Bryan Harris: Big Jimmy would be a disgrace to try and wear the shoes of Derek Shane, and he probably couldn't even afford them with a month's pay. Big Jimmy gets to his feet and Shane rushes at him, but Big Jimmy takes him down with a drop toe hold, then gives Shane a couple kicks to the chest. Jimmy looks down at Shane then makes a motion making an X over his arms then rubs his neck for a second waiting for Shane to start to get to his feet. Alan Ducard: Maybe that gesture from Big Jimmy is a signal for that new move he said he's going to show us tonight? Shane starts to get to his feet and Jimmy runs and jumps up, spinning around and hits a Lou Thez press from the top rope. Jimmy Yates: There's that new maneuver, which I believe he calls the cockblock. Bryan Harris: How disgusting, nothing says big move like smashing your crotch into someones face off the top rope. Jimmy Yates: Well if Jimmy is as well endowed as he says he is that could be a very dangerous maneuver. Jimmy goes for the cover and the ref drops to make the count. One Shadow grabs Shane's leg and puts his foot on the bottom rope. Two Shadow yells at the ref and points at the rope. The ref looks then stops the count and points towards the rope. Jimmy gets up and pulls Shane up and whips him into the rope going for a clothesline, but Shane ducks spins him around and hits a jawbreaker. Jimmy stumbles back, but Shane grabs hima nd lifts him up for a gutwrench suplex, but drops him down neck first across his knee.Jimmy slumps to the mat holding his neck, and Shane seizes the opportunity to lock in a crossface armbar combo. Alan Ducard: Shane has Jimmy locked in a crossface submission wrenching back on the neck, and he has it locked on in the middle of the ring this does not look good for Big Jimmy. Jimmy tries to fight it, but after a few moments he has no choice, but to submit and the ref calls for the bell. Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by submission... Derek... Shane!! The crowd boos, but the cheers get even louder as Derek shane refuses to let go of the hold. The ref reprimands Shane, but and tries pulling Shane away, but he still won't budge. Alan Ducard: This is despicable, Shane has been declared the winner of this match but he won't release the hold on Big Jimmy he could do permanent damage to the neck. Bryan Ducard: Well Big Jimmy will think twice now before getting involved with a cinematic legend way beyond his calibur. Jimmy Yates: Two more refs have rushed the ring and are trying to pull Shane off of Jimmy, but he's not budging and has that crossface armbar combo cinched in tight. The referee is screaming something at Shane and has now slid out of the ring and said something to Josephina. The bell rings again, but Shane doesn't let go. Josephina Colbert: The referee has reversed his decision and disqualified Derek Shane, your winner Big Jimmy Smith. The crowd cheers, but Shane doesn't let go of the hold even more pissed off now. The crowd cheers again, but this time it's because Adam Davis is running down the entry aisle, but Shadow is waiting for him. Davis tackles into Shadow trying to get into the ring, but Shadow has him by his ankle so he can't get into the ring. Inside the ring the refs are still trying to pry Shane off of Jimmy, but not having any luck. Davis kicked Shadow off with his other leg and jumped up sliding into the ring, and Shane immediately let go fo Jimmy and slid out of the ring on the other side hoping the guard rail almost knocking over an older lady in spectacles wearing a X-Calibur legendary pain t-shirt. Shane snatches a microphone from Josephina and quickly runs away through the crowd, as Shadow tries to follow him the old lady whacks him with her purse, and Shadow just pushes her out of the way. Meanwhile in the ring Davis is checking on Big Jimmy as EMT's come out and put him in a neck brace and then put him on a stretcher and take him to the back, while Adam Davis looks on in the direction Shane went. Shane appears in the back of the crowd with the mic. Derek Shane: And still undefeated Derek Shane 4-0. Adam Davis slides out of the ring and takes off through the crowd after Shane , as Shane quickly tosses the mic and runs off. In Pursuit of Perfection
We cut to ringside when suddenly we hear Dragula by Rob Zombie start up. The crowd cheer as out walks John Iley from the back. Dressed in black jeans, sneakers and his "Brilliantly Technical..." t-shirt (available soon from the Merch Zone). He walks to the ring, a slight smile on his face as he slaps hands with a few fans. He gets to the ring and climbs onto the apron, looks around, pulls on the top rope and hops over it into the ring. He salutes the crowd at each corner then collects a mic from Jospehine, giving her a smile and a wink in the process. He steps to the middle of the ring as the music dies down and he waits for the crowd to settle. John Iley: "I'm out here tonight because there's something I want to get off my chest! It regards a certain individual by the name... of Stephen Rawlings!" The crowd boo at the name. Iley: "Here's a bloke, who claims to be a great technical wrestler. He claims that his technical skills are second to none! But personally, I beg to differ! *crowd cheers* Because let me say this. Obviously, you all know I'm from England. And in England, theres one thing we prided ourselves on in the wrestling.. 'fraternity' as it were. We're proud to be wrestlers. Sure, you've got your high flyers, you've got your big men, but most of all, we like wrestlers. Men who wrestle, using technical moves, submissions. Hell, I'll go as far to say, we probably invented technical wrestling!" The crowd gives a decent cheer to this, much to John's surprise. Iley: "And when I watched wrestling on tv as a kid, thats what I saw, wrestlers! I grew up wanting to be one of these guys and I have! I'm proud of being a technical wrestler. I've never had to resort to using weapons, outside interference... *he looks up and straight into the hard camera facing the ring* or use the ropes to get a win!" The crowd cheer this as well. Iley: "Rawlings, if your so great, if your such... an amazing technical wrestler, why do you do that? I caught onto your little ploy at Strife 31! You used it against me in my first match here! *His voice gains a little aggression* Quite frankly Bonnie Lad, it's not something I approve of! Your a disgrace Rawlings! You’re a disgrace to all those others who call themselves Technical wrestlers. If this were England and I did something like that, I'd have the others in the back beat the holy hell out of me! Because its disrespectful, its dishonest and it simply isnt done!" The crowd cheers more as Iley, now looking pissed paces the ring. Iley: "Rawlings, I've had enough of your ways. I'm sick of seeing you having to use the ropes as a helping hand. If your so great, you wont need to use the ropes in a rematch with me!" Just then "Points of Authority" begins to play and Stephen Rawlings comes out holding a mic. Stephen Rawlings: Hey dude, I'm sorry to have to ask you this but what the hell did you just say? And Im not saying that out of "denial" Literally the only words I understood were Rawlings and then I THINK you said you were a disgrace... I'm not sure... Nevermind... It doesn’t really matter. Rawlings begins to walk down to the ring... Stephen Rawlings: You're probably out here spouting the same thing Devastation has been whining about for the last month... (With bad English accent) "You beat me... WOO HOO HOO...", "Rawlings cheated to do it...", "Im NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO BEAT SOMEONE WHO CHEATS!", "Rawlings is a bad man.", "I stopped Rawlings from cheating at the Supercard, because it was the right thing to do blimey!" The crowd begins to boo. Stephen Rawlings: Who the hell cares? These people dont... The crowd's booing intensifies. Stephen Rawlings: The front office doesn't give a crap... There weren no fines... No suspensions... Heck... They put me in a tournament for number 1 contendership of the World Title because I "Cheated" to beat Devestation. It wasn't that it was so crystal clear in front of their eyes that I was that much better and Could have easily beaten him and you for that matter without it, but frankly.. They didnt care... Iley: Quite frankly I don't think... Stephen Rawlings: Shut up... I dont wanna try and translate any more of your stupid gaelic langauge, you irish bastard! Im out here sharing my deepest thoughts, and you try to interupt me... Don't do it again... Iley stares at Rawlings. After Rawlings makes sure he wont be interupted again he continues... Rawlings: The main reason that I did what I did... Because I could. Because I had you beat... I had Devastation beat! Hell, I had a half a dozen eggs beat so I can could add some milk and make French toast... And then put my feet on the ropes... OH MY GOD! The cardinal sin of wrestling!!!! Forget about hitting someone with a chair... Forget about taking steroids... Heck, spraying mist in your opponents eyes is a very acceptable, but what I did was A cardinal sin? Whatever think what you want... I don’t care... I didn’t care when I fought either of you, and I dont care now. I have nothing, and I mean NOTHING to prove to you pathetic excuses for competitors. I've already proved it to the world that Im the best at what I do... I don’t need two members of the Fellowship of the Rings to bow down before me and keep telling me how unworthy you are to be in my prescence... To share something as sacred as a match with me. I don’t need that. I have tape after tape after tape of beating people in that ring... Beating people that NO ONE thought I had a glimmer of a chance of beating... Rawlings now climbs into the ring and begins to circle Iley like a predator circling in his prey. Stephen Rawlings: I'm done proving myself... I dont need to anymore... After all it was just invented to make people feel better about their sorry pathetic lives. I dont need that. All I care about is getting MY title back... The title YOU screwed my out of... So if you REALLY want a shot at me, here I am... Just know that if you really think I did that the Northern Lights wrong, and then I DIDNT have him pinned, well wait and see how much it hurts when your the one pinned on the mat! And I promise, that the only way Ill be cheating is cheating YOU JOHN Iley out of pride! Suddenly the lights cut to black and a spotlight comes down over the
entrance to the arena. Then Black Sabbath’s Iron Man begins to
play throughout the arena as the crowd roars to their collective feet.
As the music picks up Devastation walks out from behind the curtain
holding a microphone in hand and walks to the edge of the stage. He’s
clad in a pair of baggy light blue jeans and a burgundy long sleeved
t-shirt. He waits a second or two for the crowd to quiet down and then
he raises the microphone and speaks. Iley: You, me, *points to Rawlings* him?
*Holds up three fingers* Triple Threat at the PPV?" World Tag Team Title
Match
Katsuro Yoshida & Kevin Oppenheimer vs El Chupacabra © Jimmy Yates: Next up is the first of two championship matches of the night, with the team of Diego de Cardenas and Hector Rodriguez defending the World Tag Team Titles against the team of Katsuro Yoshida and Kevin Oppenheimer. Bryan Harris: First of all, do them the dignity of referring to the tag team champions by their proper name. I know you’re probably not good at Spanish, but this one’s not too hard: El Chupacabra. Secondly, this isn’t a title match, this is a sham, a travesty of justice. Someone thought it would be funny to stack the odds against Diego and Hector by making El Chupacabra defend those belts on the very next show after they won it… and as far as I’ve ever seen, that kinda thing just doesn’t happen here in LEGACY unless you’re the kinda person – or team – that the front office doesn’t like. Alan Ducard: I think everybody watching probably heard the reason the front office signed this match, and in a way, Bryan, you’re exactly right. These are extenuating circumstances, this is out of the ordinary, and a lot of people feel like El Chupacabra got exactly what they deserved by being put into this match. Bryan Harris: Who cares what people think. That’s why we have judges in this country, not so we can just get the majority opinion to decide what’s right and wrong, but so that educated people can decide what’s right and what’s wrong. This match? It’s wrong, and all the smart people who are paying attention will tell you the very same thing. Jimmy Yates: Yeah? And what would most people say about the events which lead to El Chupacabra getting those belts in the first place? Bryan Harris: They’d say it was a smart move… a lot smarter than giving Katsuro Yoshida and Kevin Oppenheimer tag title shots. Alan Ducard: Some have speculated as to how smart it was to give such an opportunity to Katsuro and Kevin, but to be honest, there’s a certain chemistry to them that has been developing over the past few weeks, and big opportunities like this tend to test just how cohesive a unit can be. If they can coexist and mesh their styles together here tonight, I could easily see them walking away with the World Tag Team Titles. Jimmy Yates: Katsuro Yoshida has been a damn good tag team competitor thus far in his career, and I’ve been impressed on more than one occasion with how Kevin Oppenheimer conducts his business. I might not have picked Katsuro and Kevin to be the number one contenders, but I’m looking forward to seeing how they do with this big chance… so let’s get to the footage and see what happened. Start : Footage from the Match Taking Oppenheimer by the wrist, Hector pulls his opponent up off the mat and violently sends him across the ring into the far corner where Oppenheimer hits chest first. Charging in, Hector runs up and then hops up off the mat and drives his thigh into the small of Kevin’s back. Once his feet are back down onto the mat, Hector grabs a hold of the top rope and uses his grip to give him some extra force as he jumps up and drives his thigh into Oppenheimer’s back for a second time. Alan Ducard: Hector Rodriguez just targeting the small of his long-time adversary’s back. Bryan Harris: And he’s doing a damn good job of inflicting damage on it, too! Pulling Kevin out of the corner, Rodriguez spins his opponent around, grabs him around the torso, locking his hands behind the back, then bends at the knee and throws Oppenheimer up over his head with a release belly-to-belly suplex. Alan Ducard: The champions in complete control at the moment, and now Hector is making the tag into Diego de Cardenas, and we’ll see how they follow things up. Jimmy Yates: They’re trading power for speed, and at this point, I think that’s probably a good idea, because if they can keep Kevin Oppenheimer on his heels, they’ll increase their odds of walking away with a successful title defense. Bryan Harris: They’re not tag team champions for nothing, Jimmy, and sooner or later people are going to actually acknowledge that, unlike Katsuro Yoshida and Kevin Oppenheimer, El Chupacabra isn’t some team that just got put together. They got reunited here in LEGACY, but they’ve won tag team titles all over the world. Once he’s officially tagged into the match, Diego puts one foot up onto the middle rope and then hops on into the ring. Immediately ditching his laid-back attitude, Cardenas runs over and stomps down onto the chest of Kevin Oppenheimer. Standing above him for a second, Diego stomps down a few times before he moves over to the corner, hopping up onto the second rope with his back to the middle of the ring, and he leaps backwards, slamming his elbow down into the middle of Kevin’s chest. Jimmy Yates: Well how do you like that, Diego wasting time mocking the fans… Bryan Harris: All part of the strategy, Jim-boy. He’s fueled by their negativity. Jimmy Yates: He’d better get back in on the attack, or he’s gonna be using that fuel on the defensive. Bryan Harris: Don’t you worry, he’s getting back to work. Moving back in on his opponent, Diego grabs Kevin’s ankle and lifts up, obviously about to go for a submission maneuver. Before he can get it locked in, Diego is pulled slightly towards Kevin, then shoved backwards with a kick from the British competitor. Alan Ducard: Oppenheimer making an opportunity for himself! As Kevin works his way back up off the mat, Diego moves in and tries to continue on the attack, but Oppenheimer drills him with a hooking shot to Cardenas’ side. Returning to his feet, Kevin grabs his opponent by the arm and spins Diego around, grabs him around the waist and lifts him up into the air to go for an atomic drop. At the height of the move, Diego fires backwards with a boot that connects to the gut. Reaching down, Diego grabs Kevin around the neck, moves his legs to the side and puts his feet on the top rope and springs off to try for a bulldog. Kevin gains his balance, however, and puts Diego’s feet on the mat for a split second of stability, and then immediately dives backwards and slams Diego backwards onto his back. Jimmy Yates: Back and forth, counter after counter, Kevin Oppenheimer gets the upperhand and puts his team into a great position. Alan Ducard: And now Katsuro is getting the tag in, and we’ll see if any of Kevin Oppenheimer’s advice helps him at all. Diego de Cardenas gets to his feet just in time to get drilled across the chest with a knife-edge chop, and then another one. A third knife-edge sends Diego back into a corner, which Katsuro follows up with a turn-around blind mule kick to the gut. From there, Katsuro then lifts Diego up and sits him on the top rope. Grabbing him by the leg, Katsuro spins and throws Cardenas halfway across the ring with a dragon screw legwhip. Jimmy Yates: Nice variation on an old favorite by Katsuro. Bryan Harris: He’s damn lucky that Diego didn’t kick him in the head or something. With Diego trying to get up off the mat, Katsuro Yoshida walks over and hits a low kick to the middle of the back. Spinning all the way around, Katsuro plants his other foot and then swings his leg around and goes to kick Diego in the chest. Before Katsuro can make contact, Diego sees the kick coming and ducks underneath it as he flips himself over onto his hands and knees. Putting so much power into his kick, Katsuro’s momentum spins him a bit further than he was probably prepared for, and Diego makes the most of it. Putting his foot into a better position, Diego springs forwards and chop blocks Katsuro, sending him down to a knee. Bryan Harris: And there you are, another example of how El Chupacabra can take a situation and turn it to their advantage. Alan Ducard: Not wasting any time, it looks like Diego is about to go for a submission hold. Having wrenched back on Katsuro’s arm, Diego flips his opponent over onto his side, pinning his other arm underneath himself. As the tag team champion continues to put strain on Yoshida’s arm, Katsuro continues to try to position himself to get out of the hold. The cameras then switch to the rampway where we see Calgary Carl and Jerry Starr making their way to ringside. Jimmy Yates: That’s two thirds of the Canuckin’ Cowboys… what are they doing coming out here? Alan Ducard: I suppose they’re looking to get a better view of a potential future team of opponents. Bryan Harris: Unless they’re looking to get involved somehow. Jimmy Yates: That’s not really their style, but the referee seems to want to hedge his bets. Spotting Calgary Carl and Jerry Starr at ringside, the referee moves away from where Diego and Katsuro are laid on the mat and starts warning the Canuckin’ Cowboys members about getting physically involved in the match. Starr doesn’t respond to the ref’s warnings, but Calgary Carl gets defensive, putting up his hands and tries to explain to the referee that they don’t intend on doing anything but watching. While the referee’s back is turned, Hector Rodriguez gets into the ring, runs over to Katsuro and kicks him in the chest. Bryan Harris: Beautiful double-teaming there by the Tag Team Champions of the World! Beautiful! Jimmy Yates: Yeah? Well the referee saw it, and now Diego has to relinquish the submission hold on Katsuro Yoshida. Alan Ducard: Not if Hector Rodriguez has anything to say about it. As the referee tries to convince Diego to let go, Hector steps in and gets into an argument with the referee. Not to let his opponents try to control the match any longer, Kevin Oppenheimer gets into the ring, runs over and connects square to the jaw of Hector Rodriguez, dropping him to the mat and sending him under the bottom rope to the outside. Jimmy Yates: That’s how you do it, Kev!! Bryan Harris: Now would you look at that?! I don’t want to hear anyone else talk about cheating! As the referee tells Kevin Oppenheimer to leave the ring, Kevin reaches down and pries Katsuro Yoshida out of Diego de Cardenas’ grasp. Stretching his shoulder for a moment, Katsuro Yoshida is still able to get to his feet before Diego does, and as Diego starts to get up, he is drilled with a shining wizard kick to the side of the head. Further stretching his shoulder, Katsuro gets up to his feet and then immediately drops forward, connecting with a standing falling headbutt to Diego’s chest. Alan Ducard: Even after that submission hold, it’s still anyone’s match as Katsuro Yoshida pulls his team back onto the offensive, and now he’s tagging in Kevin Oppenheimer. Getting into the ring as quickly as he can after being tagged into the match, Kevin Oppenheimer runs over and drops an elbow onto Diego’s chest. Returning to his feet, Kevin grabs both of Diego’s wrists and puts his foot onto Diego’s chest. Lifting Diego’s back up off the mat by pulling up on his arms, Kevin then stomps down, repeating the process a few times as rapidly as he can. Before he’s done, though, Kevin is sent down hard as Hector Rodriguez gets into the ring and connects with a Yakuza kick. Bryan Harris: Who’s in control now?! Jimmy Yates: Who had to cheat to get to that point?! As the referee yells at Hector for getting involved, Katsuro Yoshida climbs up to the top rope, leaping off and connecting with a flying roundhouse kick to Hector’s chest, rocking him back down to the mat. Things getting a little frantic, the referee tries to regain order to the match. Alan Ducard: At this point it’s hard to keep track of who is the legal competitors in this match, but… what the heck is Chris Turner doing?! Running full speed down the ramp, once Chris Turner gets to ringside he blindsides Jerry Starr, sending him rolling backwards. Calgary Carl starts to yell at Chris Turner, but Turner just targets him and clotheslines him down to the ground. As Jerry Star gets back to his feet, the referee starts yelling at both Starr and Turner for causing a commotion on the outside. Jimmy Yates: Chris Turner said he wanted to get involved in the tag team division, but you have to wonder why he’s deciding to attack the Canuckin’ Cowboys. Alan Ducard: You also have to wonder why he took this time as the opportunity to do this, though I can’t say that Chris Turner’s decisions have always been based on sound logic… Bryan Harris: I think everyone’s paying too much attention to Chris Turner and Jerry Starr and Calgary Carl when they should be paying more attention to the match in the ring. Jimmy Yates: With all this commotion going on with all four men involved in the match and now the three people outside the ring, it’s hard to focus on anything. Alan Ducard: And here come two more individuals who are going to confuse things even further. Barrelling down the ramp, the members of Domination are headed for the ring. Steve O’Reily is the first of the two to enter the ring, followed shortly thereafter by Ben Murdock. Both of the former tag team champions focus on the current tag team champions, immediately attacking Diego de Cardenas, then going after Hector Rodriguez as he tries to get involved. Alan Ducard: This thing is way out of hand, and the referee smartly calls for the bell. Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners by disqualification... El Chupacabra!! Bryan Harris: Smart move, fellas. Murdock and O’Reily just gave El Chupacabra a free victory by disqualification. Jimmy Yates: This wasn’t an attempt by Domination to cost Diego and Hector the match… this was their first step in getting some revenge! Slightly pissed off that she didn't get a chance to announce the result of the successful title defense, Hannah Perez grabs the two championship belts from the timekeeper's table and runs around the ring to the opposite side of where Chris Turner and Jerry Starr are fighting one another, hoping her tag team finds a way to escape mostly unscathed. Instead of getting back to his feet after being clotheslined to the mat, Hector rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, then grabs Diego by the leg and pulls him out from underneath Ben Murdock, who just got finished with mounted punches following a Lou Thesz Press. Alan Ducard: And so El Chupacabra lives to fight another day. Bryan Harris: They've still got the belts around their waist, and in all actuality, that's all that matters. Jimmy Yates: On another note, would you look at that? Katsuro Yoshida and Kevin Oppenheimer standing outside the ring, and it looks like Katsuro is actually pleased with their performance. Alan Ducard: I believe that's the first time I've seen Katsuro's face have anything on it resembling a smile. As LEGACY officials run out from the back, some of them split up Jerry Starr and Chris Turner, whereas others get in the way of Domination, who are attempting to leave the ring to get another shot at El Chupacabra. Ready for History
The scene is backstage where we see Andrew Kelley with Justin Moreno
by his side waiting at the gorilla position for his ToV Title shot against
X-Calibur. Justin has on his LEGACY T-Shirt and his baggy black pleather
shorts that come down past his knees with the forest green and white
digitized image of J-Mo hitting the M-80 with an explosion in the background
and the words "M-80" on each pant leg. Andrew Kelley then
begins to speak to start the interview. Turning slightly, Moreno points down the hallway. Justin Moreno: There's not one soul in the locker room who wants this more than me… and I don’t know what I’m going to do if that gold doesn’t leave this arena tonight around my waist... Shades of Insanity
This portion of Legacy is opened up in a locker room. The locker room is filled with various equipment and clothing and a guy sitting on one of the benches in the room. The guy is shown to be Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith and he doesn't look in the best of shapes -- well face wise. He has a swollen eye, a busted nose and other various things from the attack that Mirage handed him last Strife. Tyrone looks up at the camera, eyes intensified and a slow snarl appears on his lips. Tyrone: This is the final straw. For months, me and Marcus Mirage have been tearing each other up. We have had quite a rivalry and I thought it was behind us and we were moving on to bigger and better things, but apparantely Mirage doesn't know when to stop. He still is cheating, having his fans interfering with matches and sneak attacks people when they least expect it. I am sick of it, and I'm sure there other several others in the locker room that are as well. Crazy Boy looks down at the floor and shakes his head. Tyrone: Mirage was just upset that I cost him a match
at the last Strife when I took care of his fan that came out to ringside.
It was ONE match. How many matches has Mirage won by cheating? I just
took matters into my own hands and he just couldn't take it. Tyrone: Mirage, this is it. I'm not going to do this anymore. I want to end this once and for all. I want you at the next PPV. I want you in a match that you will never forget. I want to show you that I'm over it and I'm going to move on with my life. No more living in the past, no more cheating... NO MORE GAMES! Tyrone slams his fist on the bench as he stands up and looks around a little bit. Tyrone: Now people over the past two weeks have been asking me about my own personal fan that came to my rescue after my beatdown after the No Limits Title match. I have a surprise for you guys. Crazy Boy motions off the camera as the fan comes up and sits down next to Tyrone with a weird grin on his face. Tyrone nods and looks back at the camera. Tyrone: You see the resemblance yet? Ladies and gentlemen, this fan is not just a fan. He is very special in my heart, and after 7 long agonizing years, it is my honor and privilege to introduce you to the newest superstar in LEGACY..... My younger brother "Psycho" Tommy Smith. The two brothers look at each other and nod their head as they both start to walk away from the camera. Tyrone: Brothers stick together, Mirage. And you will soon find that out the hard way. Tao of Valor Championship
Match
Justin Moreno vs X-Calibur © Alan Ducard: After six matches have come and gone, it is now time for the main event match as X-Calibur attempts to defend the Tao of Valor Championship against Justin Moreno. Jimmy Yates: Two weeks ago X-Calibur earned his fourth Tao of Valor token, and when he decides to cash those in, he can get a shot at the World Title. Tonight starts his quest to earn another set of four tokens, and if he can collect them, that would let him cash those in for a second World Title match. Bryan Harris: Look, X-Calibur was lucky enough to collect the first four tokens, if anybody thinks he’s got another 8 match winning streak in him that’s gonna get him another four tokens? They’re kidding themselves. In fact, I think the writing is on the wall… Greg Allocca is gunning for X-Calibur, and he’s going to be the one to dethrone the Tao of Valor Champion. Jimmy Yates: Don’t overlook Justin Moreno tonight, though. It’s obvious that he has the desire to win this match… Bryan Harris: Yeah, and desire and $2.50 will buy you a small coffee from Starbunkles… Alan Ducard: I believe you mean Starbu… Bryan Harris: Don’t correct me, ya wanker boy. That’s an American company I’m talking about, not a British one. Alan Ducard: Regardless, tonight’s main event is between X-Calibur and Justin Moreno, and if people are hoping to see X-Calibur defend the Tao of Valor Title against Greg Allocca at some point, he’s going to have to walk away from the ring tonight with the belt still in his possession, and that very well could be a tall order. Start : Footage from the Match X-Calibur has Justin Moreno in a headlock. Moreno pushes X off of him into the ropes. X on the rebound, Moreno leap frogs him. X into the opposite side now. Moreno turns around like he’s ready to leap frog him. X springboards off the second rope, twists in mid-air and connects square in Moreno’s jaw with a flying forearm. Bryan Harris: Trademark alert. Alan Ducard: Dragon’s Fist! Jimmy Yates: X has knocked out many a man with that move! This could be it! X wastes no time, immediately hooking a leg for the cover. One! Two! Thr- Moreno once again kicks out! Jimmy Yates: I’m mighty impressed Justin had enough left to kick out of it Bryan Harris: I thought he had him.. X has tried just about EVERYTHING! Alan Ducard: You can just see the experience oozing from X-Calibur here. He wasted no time going for that pin. Bringing Moreno up into a seated position, he slaps on a headlock, trying to cut off the blood circulation. Moreno fights it, and gets to one knee. X-Calibur tightens his grip, but Moreno throws an elbow into the bread basket. X doubles over, releasing the headlock and Moreno hits the ropes. Moreno on the rebound, X sees him and uses Moreno’s own momentum
to send him up in the air with a military press. X looks to bring him
down with the slam, but Moreno wriggles free from it and drops down
to his feet behind X-Calibur. In one swift motion he hooks his arm around
X’s neck with an expertly applied dragon sleeper! Moreno cinches the dragon sleeper in deeper. X fights it, still standing on his feet. Moreno then crouches down onto the mat, while X’s entire body arches into a painful looking bridge. Alan Ducard: Look at X! He’s refusing to be taken down, and I think his own stubbornness is costing him greatly here. Bryan Harris: This is flat out idiocy on X’s part. His back can’t
be fully healed yet from the vicious attacks of James Win and he’s
only adding further insult to his own injuries! Moreno squeezes down onto the windpipe of X-Calibur, causing X’s arms to flail in the bridged state he’s in. After a few moments, Moreno decides to stand back up straight and twists 180 degrees dropping X face first into the canvas with a rolling cutter. Alan Ducard: I’m not sure what you call that one! Bryan Harris: I’ve heard it called roll of the dice before.. Jimmy Yates: I’ve heard Test Drive, too. Bryan Harris: Yeah? Well I’ve heard Art of the Deal. Jimmy Yates: How about we just settle on calling it generic move number three? Bryan Harris: Sounds ‘bout right, I reckon. Moreno hooks a leg in deep, and the referee makes the count. One! Two! Thr- NO! X gets a shoulder up! Bryan Harris: How ironic would it have been if Moreno beat X with a variation of the “cutter”? Alan Ducard: He came bloody close, Bry! Moreno brings X to his feet, but X counters with a knee to the mid-section. X runs into the ropes, and on the recoil he extends his leg forward with a Yakuza kick. Moreno ducks it, and as X spins around he is met on the nose with the toe of a boot as Moreno nails a pelé kick. X hits the mat immediately, with his eyes glazed over. Alan Ducard: The Kick Start! Bryan Harris: Moreno’s got ‘im! Moreno with the lateral cover. One! Two! Moreno hooks the leg, arching his back for added leverage. NO! X barely rolls out of the cover after Moreno hooked the leg! Alan Ducard: The kid senses it. He can see the gold! Moreno gets up onto his feet, and looks out at the crowd. Sensing that they want to see it, or at least some of them, Moreno climbs to the outside and begins his ascension to the top rope. Alan Ducard: He could be going for his version of the 450 splash. Bryan Harris: Extreme Measures? Jimmy Yates: Fo’ Shizzle! Moreno climbs to the top. He measures up X-Calibur who has rolled onto his back, and then leaps forward. Just before landing however, X gets both knees up and all of Moreno’s weight comes crashing down on top of the points of X’s knees. Crowd: OOOOOOOOOH!!! Moreno rolls around in agony, coughing and hacking while clutching his chest. X senses victory within his grasp, rolls Moreno up and hooks both legs while driving his forearm across Moreno’s face for added punishment. One! Two! THR- Moreno gets a shoulder up! The crowd simultaneously disperses with disappointment and joy, while X takes a moment to recuperate from the pelé.kick he received earlier. While he shakes away the cobwebs, Moreno still clutches onto his abdomen and chest, heaving loudly for oxygen. Alan Ducard: Even without oxygen going to his brain, Moreno had the wherewithal to get a shoulder up! Incredible! Bryan Harris: I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again... Moreno isn’t a title contender in any sense of the term. This is his one and only shot, and I think Justin realizes that. Jimmy Yates: I think you’re completely insane making that kind of assessment. He made a giant impact at last year’s Hawkins Memorial tournament, and damn near won the world title in December at Elevated Tensions. Moreno is the future of this organization, like it or not. X gets to his feet. Moreno uses the ropes to help himself up and slowly rises to his feet not too long after. Waiting for Moreno to look at him, X grabs a hold of Moreno’s head in a three-quarter face lock. Alan Ducard: X-Terminator! Moreno with a shot to the ribs, and X winces. Moreno pushes X’s weight forward, ducks down and applies a waist lock, then rolls backwards with a modified roll up. Moreno holds him down by sitting on top of his legs while the count is administered. One! Two! THR- X grabs the bottom rope with his right hand, which was almost right on top of him. Then with his free hand, he pulls Moreno back towards the ropes by his tights, causing him to awkwardly spill out onto the apron. Alan Ducard: Desperation pinning maneuver out of the X-Terminator attempt! Jimmy Yates: Back and forth this match is! I hope you folks at home have caved in to modern technology and bought yourselves TiVo, ‘cause if you blink? You’re liable to miss something.. Bryan Harris: Moreno was a split second away from having his sull split open. An X-Terminator would’ve meant game over. Moreno takes a moment to regain some energy, while he still sucks in wind pretty hard. X meanwhile is back on his feet, and sees Moreno facing the announce table in front of him as he tries to stand up on the outside apron. Alan Ducard: What’s X trying thinking here? Bryan Harris: Oh hell. Do I LOOK like my name’s Hugo? Son of a b- (Audible noise from the head set.) Alan Ducard: Bryan, where are you going? Jimmy Yates: I think Bry has the right idea, Al. I think something bad’s about to happen here. X-Calibur runs into the opposite ropes, which sends everybody into a frenzy as they sense it coming. On the rebound, Moreno finally stands up and faces the announce team. Seeing Harris moving out of the way, Moreno’s eyes go wide but before he can react X-Calibur shoulder blocks him in the back, sending him flying forward from the impact and somersaulting across the table and into the guard rail back and head first! (Audible noises after the impact from the announce team.) Alan Ducard: BY THE NINES! The crowd clamors as Moreno spills down behind the announce table amidst fallen pencils that tipped over after the impact and the announce team’s deserted chairs. Moreno attempts to get himself up, but his awkward position keeps him from doing so. Relishing in the sight before him, X steps down through the ropes and to the outside. X quickly climbs over the announce table and grabs Moreno by the back of his head. He forcefully brings him to his feet, giving him no choice but to hop up onto the table along side him. Moreno tries to free himself from X’s clutches by throwing some desperate elbows to the mid-section. They have no effect as X-Calibur stands Moreno up, signaling out to the watching audience. Harris, Ducard, and Yates all watch from the sidelines, with their head sets off as X-Calibur methodically applies a three-quarter face lock. Before he can fully an apply it though, Moreno spins knees X in the gut. X doubles over for a split-second before Moreno immediately lifts him back upright. Moreno places X-Calibur’s left arm behind his body, and sets up for a ura-nage slam. All of a sudden, Moreno back flips with X tightly in his grasp and drives the both of them directly through the table in a loud crushing bang. Ducard, Harris, and Yates all jump backwards in amazement as the table reduces to rubble and the television monitors crash down beside the broken announce table. Instinctively, the referee inside the ring immediately steps through the ring ropes and checks on both competitors. Crowd: “HOLY-Sh*t! HOLY-Sh*t! HOLY-Sh*t!” As soon as Moreno shows signs of life, the referee hurries back into the ring where he initiates the ten count. (Audible noise from a head set.) Jimmy Yates: THAT WAS INSANE! Bryan Harris: You landed on my hat you bastards! Alan Ducard: These guys just about KILLED themselves, and you’re worried about you bloody cowboy hat? Crowd: LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! Bryan Harris: Yeah, and so have both of these guys. The ref’s counting them out! As Moreno miraculously crawls out of the debris from the table wreckage, the referee reaches four. Moreno collapses to the outside mat, holding his back and shoulder as the fans in attendance all continue to show their love and support to LEGACY. Five! Six! Seven! Mustering up the fortitude, Moreno pulls himself up using the skirt of the ring apron. Just as he stood high enough, he then pulled himself into the ring using the bottom rope. Eight! Alan Ducard: X hasn’t moved and he’s flat on his back! Bryan Harris: Yeah, and he’s about to retain here! Nine! Unexpectedly, Moreno pulls himself back outside, effectively breaking up the ten count from the referee. The fans clap out of appreciation, and Moreno continues to hold his shoulder and braces himself up by leaning back against the ring apron. Looking down at the Tao of Valor Champion, Moreno screams at X-Calibur to get up. Alan Ducard: This kid wants that title, and he wants it bad. Jimmy Yates: He may just have it here, too. X has barely moved since the impact of that earth shattering, and highly modified M-80. Bryan Harris: That might not have been the M-80... but the landing wasn’t any more cushioned. X rolls over onto his stomach amongst the debris as the referee again reaches four. With a fire lit under him, Moreno sucks it up and reaches down for X-Calibur. Helping him to his knees, Moreno then grabs the back of X’s head and wrestling pants and helps him the rest of the way to his feet. Before he can throw X back into the ring though, X collapses to one knee. Alan Ducard: X can barely stand up. X-Calibur ’s attempt at his signature move quickly fades. Moreno pushes Six! Moreno pulls at X-Calibur and forces him to get back up on both legs. Once X is on his feet, Justin slowly rolls him back into the ring at the count of eight. Moreno follows him in right after, and just as he goes for a lateral cover, X rolls over onto his stomach. Alan Ducard: Wow. Rolling over like that just in the nick of time might’ve saved his title. I think this one could’ve been over. Punching the mat in frustration, Moreno stands back up onto his feet. He brings X-Calibur to his, where he then locks his hands around X-Calibur’s waist. He lifts him straight up into the air, and slams him to the mat with a bridging belly-to-belly suplex. One! Two! THR- NO! X with a shoulder up! Bryan Harris: HOW! Alan Ducard: I don’t know, Bry. I really don’t know what it takes to beat a man like X-Calibur, and if you’re Justin Moreno you have to have asking yourself the very same thing. Moreno stands back up on his feet, and just about pulls his scalp out with frustration. Looking at the referee, he half thinks about arguing the count but decides to stay on the offensive with the champion. Bryan Harris: This kid better stay focused. X will turn the tides at a moment’s notice. Jimmy Yates: You’re right there, Bry. X-Calibur is the kind of competitor who doesn’t need a window to be open for an opportunity. He’ll just smash right through it. Bringing X to his feet, Moreno signals for something... and locks in the three-quarter face-lock! Alan Ducard: No way! Moreno going for... the X-Terminator?! Bryan Harris: Why not?! Nothing else has worked thus far! Just before Moreno drives X to the mat, X uses blunt force to push Moreno off of him and into the ropes. Moreno rebounds, and instead of stopping himself, he continues on towards X looking for a Yakuza kick similar to the one X attempted earlier. X seizes the slightest opportunity though, and side-steps a foot, catching Moreno with his leg in the air. Hooking his right arm underneath Moreno’s knee, he brings it as far up as it will go. He hooks his left arm around Moreno’s neck, latching onto his right hand. Then, with great strength and resiliency, he heaves Moreno down to the canvas with a devastating capture suplex! Alan Ducard: Just like THAT, X is back in this thing! The crowd ruptures the airwaves with their sonic booms, and X somehow holds himself steady. All of a sudden, he lets out a trademark smirk, and starts heading towards the turnbuckles. He slowly climbs to the top rope, as Moreno lays motionless on the mat. Measuring him up, X points to the heavens and then leaps off with a flying elbow drop! Alan Ducard: Hang Time Elbow! Bryan Harris: This is the end for Moreno.. kiss that main event status good bye! Rallying with the portion of fans in attendance who want to see him put away the challenger, X crouches down in the corner, and waits for Moreno to get to his feet. Moreno seemingly out of it, the fans continued clamoring as he slowly starts getting to his feet. X-Calibur stalks up behind him step by step, inch by inch. Bryan Harris: He’s going for it... AGAIN! Moreno finally gets to his feet, turns around, and X-Calibur applies the face-lock. Alan Ducard: X-Terminator! X jumps for added impact, but Moreno shoves X off at last possible second. X into the ropes, he makes like he’s going to rebound and jumps up with a dropkick. X holds onto the ropes though, and Moreno hits nothing but air, landing flat on his back. Jimmy Yates: Nothin’ but net! In a quick shuffle X grabs both of Moreno’s feet, wraps Moreno’s legs together in an almost figure-four like position, hooks his arm inside of Moreno’s knee, twists, and then wrenches back in the center of the ring with a Texas Cloverleaf. Alan Ducard: Legendary Pain! Bryan Harris: X is pulling out all the stops! Justin Moreno screams in agony square in the middle of the ring as X-Calibur pulls back on the aggressively applied Texas Cloverleaf. Fans who weren’t already on their feet for the main event, have now finally stood, waiting to see if Moreno was going to give up. Alan Ducard: This doesn’t look good for the challenger! Bryan Harris: Notice the elevated torque he’s putting down on Moron-o! Jimmy Yates: This could be it! Then again, we’ve all said that so many times already in this match that I don’t know when to believe it anymore.. Moreno screams in agony, and raises his hand like he’s going to tap. All two-hundred and forty seven pounds of pressure is put down on top of Moreno’s lower back and neck, and Moreno cries out in desperation. The referee checks to see if Justin wants to give it up, but he emphatically shakes his head while clawing at the mat. Alan Ducard: Moreno’s showing some major heart here, folks! Bryan Harris: I think the kid realizes that if he taps out against X-Calibur, then he’ll never truly be a man! After all, it’s well known that tapping is what losers do. Jimmy Yates:: I think you’re ridiculously wrong, Bry. There’s no shame in giving up to a veteran Hall of Fame athlete like X-Calibur. No shame at all. Bryan Harris: Jimmy’s right. And honestly, if Justin wants to continue wrestling after this match, he just may have to. Look at the pressure X is putting on him! Think about your family, Justin! Justin continues to writhe in pain and raises his hand off the mat like he’s going to tap out. Alan Ducard: Listen to these fans! Incredible! The referee checks on Justin, but Justin shakes his head and balls his hand back into a fist, refusing to tap. Bryan Harris: You’re just prolonging the inevitable, kid! Give
it up! Alan Ducard: Bloody hell! Moreno’s using everything he’s GOT here! He inches closer. Jimmy Yates: He’s gonna make it! He’s gonna make it! X-Calibur stands off of Moreno a little bit, and drags Moreno back towards the center of the ring, where half of the crowd explodes into cheers, and the other half merciless boos. Bryan Harris: Good GOD! This kid’s gonna snap in half! Moreno lifts his right hand off the mat.. Moreno balls his fist again, and screams out with rage, once again clawing at the mat with both hands wildly. Jimmy Yates: I think this is the longest anyone’s EVER been in the Legendary Pain! Moreno’s back has to be mush right about now! Moreno once again starts inching closer to the ropes, steadying his elbows underneath him so he can pull the combined weight of him and his opponent towards the ropes. His elbows quiver, and the veins in his neck look like they want to burst as he drags X a little bit closer towards the ropes. Suddenly, Moreno lifts his hand off the mat, cusses loudly, and slaps his hand against the mat once. Bryan Harris: He’s tapped! Just as it looks like the referee is signaling for the bell, Moreno lifts his hand up again, lets out another cuss, and this time grazes the bottom rope with his finger; briefly touching the rope with his pinky. The referee hastily waves off the submission he was about to call as he realizes Moreno was not giving up. He was reaching out for the ropes. Jimmy Yates: Moreno got the ropes! X has to break it! Bryan Harris: No he doesn’t! Moreno has to actually clasp an extremity around the rope for the hold to be broken! Not graze it! Half of the audience that believes he’s won roars with applause, and the other half that believe Moreno had gotten the ropes boo him with deafening remorselessness. Bryan Harris: This match is over, goddamn it! Alan Ducard: Language, you effin’ tosser! And no, I don’t
believe he did actually! X glances back at Moreno and with great ring awareness, realizes how close to the ropes Moreno actually is. He relieves some of the pressure of the maneuver, stands up a little bit and takes shuffling steps forward while he pulls Moreno away from the ropes. The fans go ballistic as they realize there’s no way Moreno will
survive another ten seconds in the hold. One! Alan Ducard: He has him! Two! Jimmy Yates: X is trapped! THREE! Alan Ducard: BLOODY HELL! THE KID DID IT! Bryan Harris: I DON’T BELIEVE IT, ALAN! Jimmy Yates: NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION! The crowd EXPLODES into a massive pop, as they all realize Justin Moreno has just pinned X-Calibur for the Tao of valor title. Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match... The crowd continues to explode unanimously, even the people who wanted to see X-Calibur win. History had been made. Josephina Colbert: and.... NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW... TAO OF VALOR CHAMPION... Many of the fans in the front row jumped and hollered with uncontrolled excitement, listening to the announcement go over the speaker. X-Calibur meanwhile, pried his own legs away from Moreno, who is slumped onto the mat with complete exhaustion. Sitting on the mat, bewildered over what just happened, he awaits the rest of the announcement from Josephina. Josephina Colbert: JUSTIN... MOOOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! “Welcome Home” hits the public announce system and X-Calibur immediately winces his eyes, realizing what happened. He then holds the front of his face with both hands, as the point of his elbows rest on the bows of his knees. With each competitor drenched in sweat, the referee brings over the Tao of Valor Championship. Looking at his own name still engraved on the edge of the intricately designed gold plate, X cusses out loud. The referee kneels down beside Moreno with the belt in his hands and checks to see if Moreno is alright. Moreno gives a slight nod, and at this point X-Calibur quickly gets off of the mat. Alan Ducard: Pardon my french but... he looks PISSED! Bryan Harris: You would be too if some punk kid got the lucky ace over you! Jimmy Yates: Oh no... I think the realization that he lost the Tao of Valor Championship has just hit him. X-Calibur paces back and forth, limping a bit from being put through the table earlier. Bryan Harris: I don’t even know what happened! It all went down so quick and sudden, that I just... good God. Can we get a replay of that finish there? Jimmy Yates: I second that notion. Lets get a replay, truck monkeys! After the three-count and the sudden pop of the crowd, the moment is replayed over again one more time. The screen splits in half, and on the left portion of the screen, beside a big “L” symbol, and we see a frozen shot of Moreno reaching towards the rope in the cloverleaf applied by X. After three seconds or so, the shot transforms into full motion. X stands up. Drags Moreno. Moreno pushes off the mat. X falls forward, almost in a somersault motion. Moreno and X’s legs remain intertwined which acts as a cradle for Moreno, who pushes forward on the mat with all of his strength. The muscles in his arms bulge out, and Moreno’s face is filled with a white hot fury. Alan Ducard: Incredible. Moreno tapped into something beyond his limits there, ladies and gentlemen. What a terrific display of heart. Bryan Harris: Yeah, but look where heart gets you. X is about to squash him like a bug. X-Calibur brings Moreno to his feet, and the crowd quickly hushes up. X locks in the three-quarter face-lock, as Moreno looks completely drained of energy. X hesitates for a moment... and looks out at everybody in attendance. They begin booing him. X thinks about it for a moment, and just when he is about to drop Moreno, he lets go of the maneuver. Moreno slumps back onto the mat, and X paces a few more times as “Welcome Home” comes to a screeching halt. Looking back at Moreno, he cusses a few more times, and brings The Huntington Beach native to his feet. X slaps him on the back in an encouraging manner, and actually helps Moreno steady himself on his feet. Looking at the referee, X angrily grabs the Tao of Valor title from his possession and pushes him away with one forceful shove. He then takes the title, and drapes it over Moreno’s shoulder, as the arena explodes into an ovation worthy of Kings. As quickly as the crowd roars its approval for the two highly talented combatants who put on one hell of a match, the cheers turn into boo's. The broadcast switches over to a shot of the stage where Big Lou stands atop the entrance ramp, looking very confident next to Crash, who is dressed in street clothes tonight. Each man holds a briefcase in one hand, and Crash has a microphone to his mouth, held in his other hand. When X-Calibur and Justin Moreno spot the duo, Crash speaks. Crash: Me personally, I'd of finished that little jizz stain off and put him where he belongs. You should be ashamed that he beat you, Eryk. Crash pauses a moment before continuing. The boo's are still as loud as when he first walked out. He turns his face to the crowd and smirks. He continues. Crash: Me and Lou are out here because we have a business proposition for you, Eryk. You've got something I want… and I've got something you might be interested in. So do me a favor and listen real good, alright? Justin looks pissed to see Crash standing atop the ramp, ruining his
moment, the whole ordeal raises a few hairs on his neck. X looks at
Moreno and without saying anything, motions for him to stay calm. Crash pauses a moment. Crash: And if you can beat me, you can keep your tokens and you’ll not only get this briefcase and cash inside, but you’ll get a second one with another twenty-five thousand dollars in it… the case Big Lou’s got in his hand. Still breathing heavy and sweating profusely from the hard fought match, X looks up at Crash and Big Lou. Shaking his head, he turns towards the time keeper's area for them to give him a microphone. Josephina Colbert gets up on the ring apron and hands him a microphone, and when X-Calibur returns to the middle of the ring, he addresses the Diabolik members who are still atop the ramp. X-Calibur: Look at you, ANDY. X pauses in his words, obviously emphasizing the name to piss off Crash. X-Calibur: You're pathetic. You want to buy yourself an ass whooping when I could've given you one for free? I'll tell you what Mr. Mandell... you're on. X shrugs. X-Calibur: But I’ve got a counter-offer for you. All the beatings I've taken over the last six months… All the blood and sacrifice I have given to my profession... I'm not exactly Kelly Bluebook here, but I think what I’m putting up on the line is worth more than fifty grand. If YOU lose… WHEN YOU LOSE… I want more than the combined contents of those two briefcases… Crash looks on incredulously at X while Big Lou starts motioning towards Crash with disapproval. Crash: Fine. How about another ten grand on top of it? X smirked and laughed into the microphone. X-Calibur: Keep goin', Regis. Crash: Twenty? X: Not even close, Trebec. Big Lou tries to pull the microphone away from Crash, but Crash holds it away from him. Big Lou is obviously very worried with X-Calibur’s rising price for the match, but Crash motions for him to stay calm. Crash has a look about him as if everything is under control. Crash: You know… who the hell do you think you are? The X-ster? What is this, X-A-Mania running wild? You’ve turned into a real scumbag, Eryk. X’s smile faded. X-Calibur: Yeah? Well I’M not the one trading
my friends in for a couple of rich, slick-haired goombas. I’M
not the one BEGGING for another chance at glory because I’M too
lazy and washed up to rise to the occasion. Crash: Enough tough talk, tough guy. If you can win, which ain’t gonna happen, we will give you one briefcase with exactly one hundred-thousand dollars in it. The crowd clamors at this high number. Crash: Deal… or no deal? Moreno looks at X, with a distrusting look strew upon his face. He waves the offer off with his hands and emphatically says “Don’t do it, X! Don’t trust that piece of sh*t!”. X ponders the proposition for another moment, and as the fans all bustle in excitement, he looks down at Crash and Big Lou with a very serious look on his face. X-Calibur: You’re on! Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe it! Even after the tournament finals were cancelled and it looked like X-Calibur was poised to go on to face Loco Martinez in the main event at the next pay per view, Crash still finds a way to weasel himself into a position where he might get another shot at the World Title! Alan Ducard: He’ll still have to go through X-Calibur to get that shot, and although X-Calibur came away with a loss here tonight, ending his Tao of Valor Championship reign, when was the last time X-Calibur lost two matches back to back? I don’t believe it’s happened thus far here in LEGACY. Bryan Harris: You’re probably right about that, it probably hasn’t happened in LEGACY, but by the time STRIFE 33 ends? That’s exactly what we’re going to be talking about, and Crash is going to be getting ready for his World Title shot in the main event of our next pay per view. We get one last shot of Crash and Big Lou standing atop the entrance stage, and above them we see on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron the image of X-Calibur and Justin Moreno standing in the ring. |
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